MOCP Day 27 - The Wrong Side

Two crocheted flowers I made to show you the wrong side.

I love how they are simple but effective and I made a bunch of them before to adorn slippers and fasten them to hats. I think those two will make lovely brooches stitched on felt.

Thing I love the most, watching the wrong side of this flower, is that engineering aspect - mathematical/geometric construction of something made by drawing thread through hoops in various ways and which would in the end - seem like a flower.

Products are always more than sums of their parts.

Cool Down, Relax, Take it Easy

This beautiful armchairs stand in front of human resources department in one Zagreb hospital. They haven't got a place in the spotlight and they seem forlorn and cast aside but actually the place they have been put in is what has kept them beautiful. Condition of material and seams on the chairs is exquisite and they look like a couple of well dressed and elegant ladies lost in conversation.

Perhaps, it has been speculated, optimism confers a survival advantage by helping people cope with adversity.

... but does it really? Does optimism really offer survival advantage by helping people cope with adversity? And which terms it stipulates? And what is the price for such luscious arrangement?
There actually are answers to these questions. Sadly, many of them I already know and sadder still they only serve to strengthen my belief that "people" is unjust aggregation of individuals who steer their life by interpretations seldom comparable by content even when caused by immediate and proximate common experience.

It was, nevertheless, beautiful day here in Zagreb and I went for a brief walk to reward myself for being such a good and efficient little trooper today and writing a big chunk of my research paper. I also had some company and consequently an opportunity to socialize, communicate, learn and emote. We ate pretty good kebabs and sat in the shade on Opatovina, listening to Histrions rehearse for their grand opening of "Histrion Summer" tonight.

Leopardi was damn right

I am very sad tonight.
From time to time, world seems to bend over backwards to show me that it is disgusting and sordid place populated with equally repugnant miscreatens.
And it looks like that every time this happens, my belief in statistical distributions of traits falters and this saddens me because it seems that I'll have to admit that there's only so much I can reinterpret as statistical flukes.