Jan
25

snakes and ladders

Posted by sol in prattle

Ehm, did I say that my job had became more bearable? I must have been under the effect of some substance.

This office is a nest of snakes, and I seem to appear as a threat to the blond eager beaver.Which is actually funny because my natural balance between indifference and industriousness will never take me anywhere in this corporate world. (thank god) My only intention was that of doing what I was told to, no more and no less. But anyway, this bithc is having fun humiliating me, and I’m getting tired of it, so I declare myself officialy in the job market.

I’m a nice person, I speak a lot of languages, I’d rather waste my time watching the sky or the wall, rather than doing useless tasks (people may call this lazyness, I call it contemplation), I’m easily motivated (and demotivated), I do have a personal life, so don’t ask me to live for the job,I am a good cook, a good driver, and a terrible accountant. I am nice, positive, comprehensive, and diligent – as long as I’m treated with dignity. I am responsible, I like to solve problems, I like to work in team. I like to take things seriously and personally.

I know… it will be hard.


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Jan
22

Barbarians etc

Posted by sol in cuisine or at least food on the plate, poetry, prattle

A curious person asked me a 63 million dollar question. And now I’m restless. What will I do after this job at Perkin Elmer?
During the trip back home I thought about that question, and I thought about my answer. In 30 minutes I went through the past year, I went through my life choices, like studying economics without any real interest in it, never having the guts to change and to risk and to fail.
Now, even if it’s slightly late, I understood that I’m not following tracks. I’m just living.

Positive thoughts bring positive thoughts.

Work has been boring but every day more bearable… I suppose it was normal to despise it so badly, and it’s normal to get used to it and, even enjoy it… ok, I’m overemphasizing. But what I mean is that I start enjoying the money I’m saving. I made new plans, and plans keep me alive.
Working on something in which I don’t believe is a burden, but working for the wages can save the whole deal, as long as there is a higher goal to reach.

Last weekend was great, I spent it in complete peacefulness and enjoyment, at home, taking care of myself and my adored husband. We went to the open- air market on saturday, bought great tomatoes and smoked buffalo mozzarella, we bought a great t-bone that we ate on sunday evening, and shrimp that we cooked like my grandmother Mina taught me to.

We saw a really funny and sweet movie, Kitano’s Kikujiro. I fell asleep, but I enjoyed the part of it I saw. I was just a bit stoned.
We also tried to wash my car, but too many people had the same idea, and we didn’t want to waste hours on the line of the car-wash.
I ended captive of a perfume clerk in a department store. I wanted a gift for my mother-in-law’s birthday, and I ended up buying a perfume, a shower gel and a night cream. I became aware right away of the fact that she would have succeeded in her attempt to make me spend as much as possible. It’s her job, and she was nice and she had flawless makeup: she deserved to sell. So I didn’t fought against her, I gave up right away, accepting each and every one of her suggestions. My skin does need a total renewal after all, doesn’t it?
I had a long and deep conversation with an old friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in long long time, maybe 10 years. It’s amazing how time flows and suddenly I realize how I’ve grown up.

This weekend, instead, was so longed for. And today, it’s almost over.

(I think that the secret of life is to develop far hindsight in order to be more confident of the future and never leave curiosity behind.)

Waiting for the Barbarians, 1863
Konstantinos Kavafis

What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?

The barbarians are to arrive today.

Why such inaction in the Senate?
Why do the Senators sit and pass no laws?

Because the barbarians are to arrive today.
What laws can the Senators pass any more?
When the barbarians come they will make the laws.

Why did our emperor wake up so early,
and sits at the greatest gate of the city,
on the throne, solemn, wearing the crown?

Because the barbarians are to arrive today.
And the emperor waits to receive
their chief. Indeed he has prepared
to give him a scroll. Therein he inscribed
many titles and names of honor.

Why have our two consuls and the praetors come out
today in their red, embroidered togas;
why do they wear amethyst-studded bracelets,
and rings with brilliant, glittering emeralds;
why are they carrying costly canes today,
wonderfully carved with silver and gold?

Because the barbarians are to arrive today,
and such things dazzle the barbarians.

Why don’t the worthy orators come as always
to make their speeches, to have their say?

Because the barbarians are to arrive today;
and they get bored with eloquence and orations.

Why all of a sudden this unrest
and confusion. (How solemn the faces have become).
Why are the streets and squares clearing quickly,
and all return to their homes, so deep in thought?

Because night is here but the barbarians have not come.
And some people arrived from the borders,
and said that there are no longer any barbarians.

And now what shall become of us without any barbarians?
Those people were some kind of solution.


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Jan
8

The bleeding flag.

Posted by sol in art

I still need to realize that those 4 hours that remain of each day after work, are my precious 4 hours of life a day. I haven’t been blogging much because I have little time, and little inspiration. Work has been dulling my imagination… I was born for something more exciting. Alas. Maybe next year.

Tom was in Miami last month, and reported from the ArtBasel|MiamiBeach. He sent me a couple of pictures, and I chose this one to publish, because it’s simple and strong. War began almost 3 years ago, and it’s still on and charging many many lives. But not in our name.

Thanks Tom.

This artwork is called: Bleeding Flag. It was displayed at the entrance to a large warehouse full of amazing works organized by Omni-Art Miami. Here is a press release about the show:

http://www.omniart-miami.com/OmniArt3.pdf

I saw Bleeding Flag at night. It was illuminated by a spotlight. It is about 8 meters tall. Bright red fluid flows from a pipe at the top into a reservoir at the bottom. I watched a young woman who was staring at it with tears in her eyes.

It was created by Billie Grace Lynn, who teaches at the University of Miiami: http://www.billiegracelynn.com

Some other views of Bleeding Flag: http://www.billiegracelynn.com/index_flash.html

And here is a good story about Art Basel Miami Beach: http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/features/story/0,11710,1664353,00.html


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Jan
1

2006

Posted by sol in cuisine or at least food on the plate, friends, prattle

Balance sheet for 2005? well.. I got my degree, the person I loved the most passed away leaving a terrible emptiness, I got hitched to the other person I love the most, a dream I had came suddenly true, lasted 2 months and then remained in a corner, waiting to see if it was a true dream or not, and there it is, still now. I spent 1/12 of the year away, in an incredible experience that will always stay with me and remind me of the fun and excitement of learning and living. Then, once again, all of a sudden, I found an occupation and there I am right now, trying to figure out myself, but not to seriously.

Warm thanks to Patricia for the great dinner yesterday!!!!

These no-bake cookies I used to make when I was in school, like 15 years ago. The recipe was in my math book, and it was propaedeutic of measures and conversions. I cannot remember the exact amounts, but the ingredients were:

marshmallows
digestive cookies
cocktail cherries
condensed milk

crush everything together, form a cylinder, refrigerate and then slice.

It’s good, ugly but good.

I wish you all a happy new year, remember to pay your taxes, stay well informed, criticize everything, and laugh a lot.


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