Hergest Ridge

It doesn’t always have to be beautiful
Unless it’s beautiful

I was going to sit here in quiet and catch up on my work, but a couple electricians arrived and are hammering the other side of the wall to get wires out. Now I just want to go postal and enjoy the moment of silence before the sirens start in the distance.

Over the last week, there’s been a lot of noise from dogs, drunks, homeless thieves, renovations on the floor above and across the street. It’s driving me to a frustration level I’ve last experienced from the noise in Turkey.

Since going postal would have many negative consequences that I would prefer to avoid, I am switching my music to something I am going to enjoy but the worker outside my door will likely want to get away from as quickly as possible.

I just watched Eden Lake. The starting scenes didn’t look promising, it all felt a bit contrived, but the film got on with it towards serious suspense by the half hour point. Ultimately it was very intense and turned my stomach through a few of the scenes. Human nature at its worst makes for a disturbing and bloody show.

It’s starting to rain outside and I can already smell the fresh air that comes with it. And finally the street is quiet. I don’t know how many drops of rain it takes to move a pebble or leaf, but I know you only need a few rain drops to clean out the loud drunks.

The best I can describe Oranżada is Pick-a-Pop. Oranżada was the Cola of Communist Poland. :D The song is about being in love and happy memories of a past relationship.

“Czy wie pan gdzie jest zielony dom studencki?”
Pytający wyglądał bardzo ciekawo. Śiwa bródka, czapka jak z Syberii. Ciągnął za sobą walizkę, taką sobie średnią, czarną. A reszta całkiem normalnie – ogólnie wyglądał bardzo inteligentnie, i tak około pięćdziesiątki.

Życie pulsuje tutejszymi ulicami. Trochę wcześniej w kolejce po wódkę, przed mną była para z Rosji. Przed nimi dwie studentki mówiły po hiszpańsku. W tej dzielnicy jeśli nie możesz się dogadać po polsku, najlepiej znać hiszpański. W piątki i soboty, na ulicach można dostać wrażenie że się jest we Włoszech.

Dziś był super dzień, a tak ogólnie bez żadnego wielkiego powodu. Kilka małych zdarzeń w perfekt chwilach. I zmieniam zdanie na temat mojej ulubionej pory roku: w Winnipegu, dalej owszem jesień. We Wrocku, wiosna, wiosna, wiosna.

RIP Mr. Dick Clark

W idealnym świecie masz mieć umysł chłodny jak łysy mamut. To się nie uda, ale przynajmniej spróbuj.

Google Translate, polish to english:

In an ideal world, you have a cool mind and bald mammoth. It will not work, but at least try.

Well, there you have it. Instead of keeping a mind cool like a bald mammoth (which I must add is an excellent expression,) apparently I’ve got a mammoth . This explains the constant chaos and untidiness that presides over my flat.

What do I feed a bald mammoth with, and will anti-hair loss shampoo ultimately help it keep warm?

A friend posted this one on FaceBook a while back. She used to draw all kinds of things for me, usually simple creations with a lot of heart. I miss her.