Death attraction of an easy fix(?)

20171112_130054The other day I passed by the Shrine of Remembrance and was amazed how stunning this place is. It is located on a hill overlooking the lengthy Swan street. The main street of Melbourne starts from here, running through the Art Precinct, Federation Square, shops and the Cathedral.
This order is almost logical, and would be even more logical if Cathedral changed places with the Art centre, but so far street starts with a house of mass killed people and finishes with a house of…a crucified dead person.
And in-between we have a representation of the sole (art quarter) and government institution. Hmmm… kind of reality talking.

Anyway, even if art is not a final destination, the Shrine of Remembrance decided to bring some art into their place, attracting more people from the neighbourhood. Marketing team was brainstorming  (yes, I know, they have a whole team for it!) and came up with a great arty idea: to “plant” crafted poppies. The idea is incredibly attractive and it’s made this vast space even more artificial (excuse my ).

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It’s bloody vivid! (Looks like today is a word play day)

Staying at that place for a bit I again came back to the same conclusion that places like a “Shrine” glorify war even more.
We wanted to be remembered for generations and if you are not an important leader, artist or philanthropist you better die and be remembered forever that way.

No wonder that toy guns and pistols are a first effortless solution to be powerful and meaningful in games for every child, some sort of an easy fix (?)

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A wish

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I wish I knew….

I wish I knew what kind of person I am.

Am I the one who sits on the side of the warm pool? “It is the same water though, the same colour and probably the same taste,” – one says.

It is.

It is also safe because it’s framed around that “same water”. No, it’s not a box, no… Just a frame, which raises us above, gives stability and satisfaction. Probably, it promises a longer life as well…

Probably…

But… there is another person. The one who looks at the ocean, the one who is waiting for the moment, the one who takes a risk and claims it all. The one!

And between those two there is only a frame. One line. One concrete line.

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Climbing thoughts

shadow (2).jpgI’m on the run.

Again can’t find a time to reflect myself. I should do it like Tolstoy who had at least 3 diaries with him and a pencil everywhere he went. One, the main diary, was shared with every member of the family (I would love to be a part of such family evening readings), another one was kept for his ideas and a third one for himself, this one he would hide in the trousers or in his shoe.

Every little thought was recorded and reflected. May be that’s why he is still the writer number one on the planet and a great thinker?

A few days ago I stayed up late with a friend and shared a bowl of ramen in the CBD. Thanks God there are a few places in Melbourne which are open all night long. And of course, we were discussing a cosmic energy transmission and a transition of one type of energy into another; what else can you discuss at 2am?

Anyway, knowing the first law of thermodynamics, which says that energy doesn’t disappear, it just transforms itself into another form, we assumed that the energy of electric impulses in the brain plus a few chemical reactions create a thought; thoughts create movement, movement is physical action which leads us to the following: electric impulses in your brain is the cause of physical movement. The energy of movement is undeniable cause we can see and may be even measure it. That leads to the assumption that the same energy in form of a thought exists and that means it can travel. Are you still with me?

Now here is the most interesting part: if it can travel it means that with my thought I can transmit the information over an indifferent distance. Not that I opened something huge now. It is a well-known fact, but I just suddenly realised that by thinking I create a big wave, which travels the space and effects people’s senses and potentially influences my future. Boom! Your wishes – your commands. So that brings us to another conclusion: firstly that only those people who think positively will have a positive future. And, secondly, that enthusiastic people are more likely to succeed.

My granny was right when she said to me: you always have to think good and positive – every moment of your life – because once a day there is a minute when your wishes come true and if your thought is bad it will effect you quickly.

O.k. today I decided to take my time not just tracking my thoughts (Oh, hello, meditation!) but also dream bright and big.

That’s what I wish to you too!

Attempt failed, but recorded

20170525_094815I’m in Sydney again and I stayed at the same hotel as last time.

For those who don’t remember – last time I had a post about a marihuana shop with a signage: ”Who are we hurting?”. This time I thought I gonna check on the growth of the plants.

Well, the only thing I saw this time was an empty shop with a sign “FOR LEASE”. I guess, those plants grew too quickly and harvest is over. A restaurant next door didn’t get the reward from food traffic as much as it had planned initially.

But it did bring a small reward to the rest of us. If we do feel like something has to be done and changed then we are the ones, who are responsible for it. If you know that your attempt will fail it doesn’t mean that the attempt is a failure. We gonna keep trying and one day we will change something. For some people it is about marihuana, for others about their lives. A brave step was taken and surely it left its traces.

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Drug test or Painful question

mmm.jpgI haven’t been here in WordPress for a long time, but I gave myself a word as soon as I find a new job I will write at least once a week. Life a bit too hectic at the moment. Talking about hectic life and relaxation.

This week I was in Sydney. And while I was strolling through the streets of the biggest Australian city I saw this:

“Who are we hurting?”- said a shops signage. You might ask me what is this shop about?

If somebody didn’t get it yet – it is about giving love, sun and care for the plants. And I’m assuming people are waiting that those plants gonna “pay” them back. If they not gonna give them sun, they might provide some love and TLC.

And a restaurant next door got an extra traffic. It would be funny, if in a restaurant instead of the question: “What are you gonna drink today, guys?”, would ask: “Which drug are you gonna take today?”. Or something like: “We don’t supply marijuana, there is a shop next door. We are B.Y.O only”.

After all I guess there is no answer on the question “Who are we hurting?” apart from:  ourselves. But saying this, many people think this “pain” has to be legalised. We need to be free to choose our life, our death, our pain and our drug too.

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Среди повседневной беготни, где- то в Сиднее, я прочла такую вывеску магазина: “Кому мы причиняем боль?”. Приглядевшись, я поняла, о чем вопрос.

Посреди самого большого города Австралии люди выращивают марихуану, надеясь не только получить желаемый урожай, но еще и социально взбудоражить общественность.

Общественность взбудоражилась, трафик пешеходов увеличился, ресторан по соседству поучил все дивиденды. И мне стало интересно, если все же марихуану легализуют, то, например, в ресторане будут спрашивать: ” Вы пить будете или курить? По сути дела, посетители будут отличаться только скоростью выхода из ресторана и прямотой ходьбы.

Hard work

IMG_4263 (2)Two questions are now on the agenda of our professional workforce.

First one: Shall we implement siesta or not? And second one: Shall we cut penalty rates for Sundays or not?

First question is important for those who go to bed at 11 p.m. or later (that’s me, but not my partner). Here is why it’s important: if you have a nap for an hour and a meal for two hours and go back to work after that, it might stretch your working hours to the “forever” point. And you have to live and breath your work space literally, staying there till 9 or 10 p.m. Who wants such a life? (I know the answer -lawyers! But I’m not a layer.) Latest statistics shows that only 9-11% are happy to work where they are. So stretching an “unhappy practice” would not help to improve our world.

Other news sound almost insulting: from now on Sundays will get paid less. To be honest, I never understood why Sundays are so different to Saturdays, for example. Working on Saturdays means you are missing all the parties, but working on Sundays is quite boring (read: easy) anyway. So my verdict is – No sleep during the day, but more money on Saturdays and resting on Sundays.

That would be great! Better would only be the Swedish way: implement a robot which would work for us and produce goods, but money gets paid to the citizens because the robot decided not to take salaries or a siesta. So “Yes” to Sunday siesta, Saturday high pay and robots at our workplace. The only thing I’m worried about is if robots don’t care about pay and rest, I hope, they also don’t care about promotions.

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Два рабочих вопроса сегодня на повестке дня- сиеста и отмена высоких окладов по воскресеньям.

Ну с первым, все просто. Два дополнительных часа во время обеденного перерыва увеличат рабочий день до 9-10 вечера. А это значит, что с семьей я увижусь ночью. Не вариант. Зная, что большинство из нас ходят на нелюбимую работу (только 11% любят то, чем они занимаются), то продлевать пытки на целый день не хочется. Так что решено! Оставляем сиесту итальянцам и грекам.

А вот вопрос номер два не шуточный. Я голосую за поднятие почасовых ставок в субботу вместо воскресенья. В воскресенье все равно мало, что происходит. А вот в субботу – все вечеринки можно пропустить.

Так что, вот мое мнение- живем субботами, а спим по воскресеньям. Или еще лучше – все как в Швеции – робот работает, а население получает дополнительную выгоду, так как робот решил не брать ни денег, ни сиесты. Так что я голосую за расширение семей по швецкому варианту путем принятия робота в ячейку общества.

It’s a killer!

img_3633-2Recent news from Europe made me laugh and here is why.

One very passionate priest from Austria declared that yoga is evil and people, who practice yoga  are consumed by a bad spirit and already in devil’s hands. His argument was that after practicing yoga people feel out of their inner peace, less focus and other people even don’t want to see anyone (to be honest, when I’m tired and sweaty I also don’t feel like socialising).

Well, saying that in the Catholic centre in the same city they offer yoga classes openly and “shamelessly”-  obviously for some priests it is not a problem (they are probably more comfortable around sweaty and strong people??).

And I was thinking that Austrian priest’s worries are kinda understandable, because yoga is a part of Hinduism and he, obviously, doesn’t want people to experience it. Looks like Christians can share one church with other religions, but can’t tolerate “non-Christian” physical exercise. I’m wondering, does that priest experience yoga before saying his verdict or did he just assumed that yoga is a bad spirit? But if he did try yoga before then I completely understand him, cause on the second or third day after the practice I also feel that “this was evil”.

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Где-то в далекой, заснеженной Австрии, слегка подмороженный священник извлек из коробочки с мозгом постулат о том, что йога- это дьявольская практика, наставляющая людей на путь сатаны. Однако, в том же, все ещё заснеженном австрийском городе, в каталическом центре поблизости дают уроки йоги без всякого стеснения… видимо, не согласовали с “начальником”.

Священник попал в новости и даже во множество интервью; а я лишь надеюсь, что “начальник” оценил инициативу, и отметил его знаменем. И мне интересно, как тот самый священник решил, что йога – это от дьявола? Делал ли он умственные предположения или все же он попробовал физически ощутить это на себе, перед тем, как заявить во всеуслышание о необходимости отказа от сатанинских практик? Если так, то я его очень даже понимаю, потому что на второй или третий день после занятий, я тоже чувствую, как у меня всё как -то чертовски болит.

 

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!