Ikaku

Busy day today. I made great chocolate muffins and hand-warmer (a bit seen in the photo above) and hat set. However I was displeased and restless. I am a terrible person inside when I'm trying to contain my anger. But I'm still deliberating on appropriate course of action so there is not much I can do to 'release steam'.

'What good is pride to a man if he's dead?'

Well, I used to ask myself the same question more than a few times. But it is essentially a wrong question to begin with. I see this now. It happens to be a case of mistaken identity, really... Term misunderstanding of a sort. I do not value pride because when I hear 'pride' I hear 'formal commitment' but actually this does not have to be the case. If we return for a second to Nietzche's postulate of interpretations being humanity facts there are two possible solutions: formality itself could be functional and also one could regard the thing one labels 'pride' as essential and necessary component of life worthy life. So: 'What good is pride to a man if he's dead?' is a proposition containing a fatal flaw; right to the exact moment of death one evaluates pride value in 'life' condition, not innately containing life vs death as a proper 'working condition' split.

Iyoku

My mojo is back! I can see it in the way I work through my workday, using even the last minute, handling task after task in feverish desire to get everything done so I can get back home to feed and cuddle with my offspringess and then ready my knitting and get in front of the PC to watch Bleach. I love how it evolves – from childs play into societal critique – sharp and heartbreaking, honorific and scandalous. The more I watch anime and get better acquainted with Nihongo more I see cultural similarities between Croatian and Japanese way of thinking and living. I see things we have had and have lost and I see ways we could get them back.

Bleach it out

Ten days ago I received a parcel from China with my new bamboo dpns and 40'' circulars in 15 sizes and I've been restlessly knitting ever since, having produced one coat, shrug, few swatches and half an cardigan (on photo above; it's going to have ruffles:). Neck deep in knitting projects I've started to watch Bleach and am absolutely loving it. Ichigo's T-shirts rock!

'Rhythm is my Life'

Here we are, on the road to Osijek again. I watched 'Love Actually' last night and it is a bittersweet pleasure bordering on pain. I fear there will be no more times when hunt is on... and am also relieved. Jury's still out.

Petrovaradin Fortress Clock

I visited Novi Sad this week. It was my second time I went there and I absolutely love that city. People are very friendly, architecture lovely and food just as I like it. We had lot of work to do and have hardly had time to lift our eyes from presentations and papers but we also had dinner in '8 tamburasa' restaurant in Petrovaradin Fortress. Evening was warm, Dunav beautiful, mismatched clock ticking to my highly pleased soul.

Rijeka Harbor At Sunset

We were already driving uphill towards highway to Zagreb when I remembered that I didn't snap any photos today and went to rectify that. It was a very busy day and I was pleased to see so meny things done. All the way back to Zagreb I thought about Porcupine Tree Heartattack in a Layby. It is such a beautiful song, and there is so much said in so few words. Surely it is a great blessing not knowing everything the future will bring. Life seems more personalized that way.

Saving Time For Later

This weekend we got an extra hour to sleep in and an opportunity to get completely annoyed realigning social clock with our biological one. So we were, my offspringess and I, getting up at 6 o'clock past few days. That resulted in some great sunrises photos. I love how she always wakes up in good spirits so we can talk and laugh and get ready for preschool and work feeling relaxed and ready for new challenges.