Favourite sin

img_1013-3A friend of mine asked me once about my favourite sin?

-As if it made sense that a sin could be a favourite?

-Yes, we all are sinners sometimes. You don’t lie, respect your parents, didn’t kill anyone (I hope). What is it you are doing? Is it lust?

I started to think.

I think I have a big chunk of pride sitting in my heart. And even if it was lust it would way better than hatred or gluttony. I then realised how much information one sin tells about a person. I guess there is nothing much to add.

What is your favourite sin?

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Pixel and Collectors

img_0139-3Sometimes it seems to me that we are divided into two different groups.

The first group is a Pixel group and the others is Collectors. The Pixel group is focused on the Here and Now: Insta pictures, fast tweets, short words, cut sentences, everything must be visited and ticked off the list.

The second group is about long sentences, less pictures but more texts, eye contacts, no sunglasses, boring text messages and books at home. It was quite obvious to me that we as a society are splitting up. But I didn’t think that it already became a reality until the moment when someone, who I know well and who is always starting his morning conversations with eBay pictures and Facebook videos and Instagram, had to write a big letter to a management.

Those long sentences and boring black letters were cut short, mistakes uncorrected, no capital letters and unfinished thoughts seemed to be O.K. There was no logic throughout the entire e-mail. He couldn’t attach the documents to his e-mail because he didn’t know how to use Microsoft Office. He is 40. He is not dyslexic. He always owns the newest model of phones. And I’m not jugging.

I just never thought about it that for someone pictures are the only thing which deserve the attention. Just because it is fast and doesn’t require any effort. Those people are here and our society is split – as real as it could be. Thanks to the new technology, Pixels find it easy to navigate in this world and  we see them everywhere (and yes, they are not necessarily dyslexics).

But here is an interesting  question: Who is it, at the end of the day, creating the technology for the Pixel group: Pixels or Collectors? Who is holding the instrument that is pushing us apart? Who is creating a power stick?

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Inner teacher or T9 service

100_5041Amongst a thousand sad news I’ve been reading today I found one which was quite funny, but before I tell you what was it about just imagne one thing: You are recieving a postcard from your Brazilian friend where it is written: “Learn English!” and all marked in red pen corrections. Imagined? Confused?

So, a postcard was sent from Brazil to Australia where the author made some grammatical mistakes. For that person who wrote a postcard English obviously wasn’t the first language. The family in Australia then got this card with an adjusted spelling. All mistakes were corrected with a red pen and a note above all said “Learn English!”. The Post office later couldn’t find the responsible person.

I was thinking what that person who corrected the mistakes on the postcard must have felt. Itching from reading, annoyed and probably disgused, he picked up a pen and did his justice- he marked all the mistakes in red. He didn’t send it back to Brazil, to teach a “friendly” lesson, but he decided, that he still has to fullfill a duty and let the postcard reach it’s receiver. From time to time we all see each other’s mistakes, but not many of us dare to let our inner teacher out. I hope this small postcard played an important role in a career changing moment for someone who quietly sits in a Post dispatch and suddenly realises that teaching is what he needs to do. Or is it a new free service from the Australian Post?  (Imagne a voice from an Advertisement saying: “Australian Post: Automatic correction is included for your convenience. Don’t worry about your mistakes-we will worry about them on your behalf!”)

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Среди печальных новостей я нашла одну новость, которая меня улыбнула.

Недавно была послана открытка из Бразилии в Австралию, где было написано, два предложения на английском, из которых можно было понять, что английский язык – не родной язык для того, кто написал эту открытку. В двух предложениях были допущены 2 ошибки.

Ошибки мешались и не давали покоя кому-то. И взяв, грозно ручку с красными чернилами, работник почты вершил правосудие! Ошибки были исправлены с припиской “Учите Английский!” Открытка не была отослана назад в Бразилию, дабы преподать невежде урок, а продолжила свой путь к адресату.

Бывает, что вырывается чих, бывает -слеза, но вот чтобы вырвался наружу учитель – это редкость, я думала, что такое бывает только у моей бабушки. Вредно им, учителям работу менять!