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19.03.2007., ponedjeljak

ANGST FOR THE MEMORIES

Busy weekend, let me tell ya! I will not write to much about it but I had to mention it as an excuse for more blury pics. I should really start taking my spy camera with me because those celular pics are pretty lame. Still, there are some funny frames on Sony Ericsson phones and this is not an advertisement. So, friday: Redskadrilla and Los Fastidios in Kset. I did not attend a punk gig for a long time. I came in light shoes (but not white) and I was immediately asked what was I thinking?! As I have really nice friends they have placed me in the best spot in the club. RedSKAdrilla is a young band from Zagreb and I was surprised how good they were. Los Fastidios are an Italian streetpunk band that combines ska and British Oi! Punk from the 80's. It's so weird when so called tough guys are Italians. St. Patrick's day was celebrated with a concert at Zrinjevac and it's great that finally an event like that took place in our town. Those people who collect plastic bottles made a fortune and garbagemen had serious work to do the next day but it was worth it. When I was younger, I hated sundays, especially sunday afternoons. I always had to study because I did nothing useful during the weekend. Nowdays I appreciate sunny days and nature as well as sunday as a free day. Ten years ago I did not care if it was raining or shining, I was in my room listening to metal behind dark curtains. Thank God that puberty doesn't last too long. I hated more going to school on Monday and surprisingly I do not hate going to work on Monday that much. I am so grateful that my great-grandfather bought, in 1924, the house where I live in nowdays. When he bought it, there were not many houses around, just vineyards. When my father was a kid, his schoolmates did not want to come to his birthday party because „it was far“. Today, this is a fancy neighbourhood. People pay good money to live here. When you get up in the morning and barely open your still glued eyes, you look at the peak of Sljeme and Medvedgrad like they're in the palm of your hand and you're not that pissed about getting up at half past six. A week ago I decided to walk to work. It burns fat and also it gives you a damn good excuse to buy some walking shoes (regardless of the fact that you have literally 20 pairs of sneakers). It is a nice walk through the center of the town, so it's not like I'm inhaling the fresh highway air. I normally listen to some MP3s to speed up my step but few days ago I was just listening birds singing. We have two magnolia trees in our garden that already started blooming since it's was so hot. I fear that this upcoming cold will ruin them. I have spent best of my childhood days in that garden. I have wonderful memories. When I'm in that garden I always remember my grandmother and great-grandmother. When I look at those trees I go back to my roots. My father knew every tree in the neighbourhood and the best way to climb without falling. In those days kids were playing outside all the time and they knew everyone from the street. They were playing in the middle of the street because only few cars passed during the day. Nowdays kids don't hang outside. They spend time on the computer...I should complain more about that but I have no right since I am spending to much time around computers also. Many of our older neighbours cannot sustain their houses with their ropy pension so they sell them to live decently for the rest of their lives. People who buy those houses usually tear them down and build those mostly fugly (fucking ugly) modern houses. Since they are not natives (to be polite) they cannot appreciate opportunities that this neighbourhood gives. Amoung others, they drive their heavy cars around, what makes our houses slowly slide down the hill. Try going out from your garage if someone parks a Hummer on the sidewalk in front of your house. You cannot see the sun!! However, we still have a peaceful living, we still know most of our neighbours, we hear birds sing, we can see the best part of Sljeme whenever we feel like it, we have 2 woods near by to walk dogs and only 5 minute drive to Cmrok. I can enjoy the view of my dog fighting a serious war with a little pink girlie bike whenever I want, not many people have that!! I wrote this post because I feel sad and helpless when old beautiful houses get sold and destroyed because people have money but no style and no respect. If I had money I would buy those beautiful houses, not to live in them but just save them from demolition. At the moment I just need cca 1,5 mil euros to buy one of the nicest houses in Pantovčak that is supposed to go down by the end of the year. Can I borrow some money? In the meantime I will ask if there is some 'cultural heritage' regulation to preserve those houses.

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18.03.2007., nedjelja

Inhale tolerance, exhale judgement

I never thought I will say this but I am sooo busy. I always thought that the line "I am busy!" or "I don't have time!" are lame excuses a for fuck off. Now I see it's not always true. I have penty of unanswered mails and I feel bad everytime I take a peek inside my inbox. It's not like I'm saving the world or anything but everytime I start doing something private on my computer, I get something important and very urgent to do. Also, since I cannot opet blog pages at work, when I get home I do not feel like hanging on the computer, so I have not checked the blog for almost a week. What happened in between: I went back to training (kind of) after almost 5 months. I felt so bad because I noticed that I have started forgetting things. I am training lightly, almost like a senior citizen. I cannot do any falls in training. Well, I can but I might not get up.Still, I am doing something with myself. A very kind soul that trains with me took initiative and found me a great doctor for the back problem. I am sooo grateful. He said that I overdid it with thanking him already. Now I understand why people pay good money to go to a private doctor. I should not say that since my father is a doctor but not a private one. Still, this check up lasted more than an hour. I finally know what it's all about. I was asking million questions that were kindly answered. I was told that situazione is not that bad. I'm just too young for it. I can live with it for the rest of my life :) Good news! I pay extra for good news!! This month I was not spending money for stupid things (what does not mean that I will not do it again next month). I am trying to do some saving. Usually, by the end of the month, I have no idea where my money went. I should take notes of my expenses. I always forget to count in lunch money (my lunch budget is now reduced since I am on a diet :)and money that I spend in grocery store and DM in my expeses. I always think that money spent on good cause somehow does not count. I am wrong, aye? Does someone have a patern for serious saving? Last but not least: there are some new links in my link list. There is totally bizarre and twisted Joža's short film, link to Tigrova Mast space and Madprofesa's space, check it out!

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05.03.2007., ponedjeljak

IS MUSIC THE KEY TO THE MAGIC IN ME?

I am so lazy with writing posts lately and I am not happy about that. I should already be in bed but I refuse to accept the fact that weekend is over! That thing I was planning to write about is no longer actual. This subject is not actual eather but I would like to write a bit about my recent cultural upswing. After long time I went to a classical music concert in Lisinski. I am often ashamed that I never attend those events. Concidering my roots I should know more about the subject and again I am ashamed to admit that I lack in most important basic stuff. All that would not be that bad if I did not have a professional pianist at home and also dad who knows those things. Anyways, grandpa did not want to go so he gave me his ticket. It was a good repertoire. First part of a concert was great and it was about stuff I am into. First of all, Zagreb Philharmonic Orchestra played "Finlandia", most famous composition of the greatest finnish composer Jean Sibelius. Then there was something I was completely amazed with. It was a Concert for Bandoneon and Orchestra by Astor Piazzolla. I have never heard the sound of bandoneon live and since I am totally crazy about tango, I fell in love immediately. Peter Soave was the one playing bandoneon and his performance was a great success. Here I must input some of my tango crisis again. I never got over leaving tango classes. Normal question now would be: why the fuck don't you go back? Muchos problemos! I finnished 3 months beginner's course but I lost my original partner after only 2 courses. He was not too much into it, he disliked the teacher and he started working at the same hour when course took place (probably on purpose ) No, seriously, all that was too much to handle just so he could do me a favor. Then I switched partners for 2 months and I disliked it. I think I already wrote that I was not too happy about being compelled to dance with someone with two wooden feet every friday. I started hating those friday evenings because I did not know who I'll get next time (sweaty, redneck, too close - invading my personal space or just sicko). Then I kinda found a partner who really had 2 left feet and who did not really want to be there. I do not want to sound mean, it's not like I think that I am a queen of tango because I probably have 2 left feet also (although Id like to think that I was doing very okya). 2 left feet would be okya only if I chose them. If you know the guy, you could yell at him! So now; there is a Tango Academy for those who have finished that 3 months' course and I do not want to go through that situazione again and if I find someone else to be my partner and bring him there...he would not know the things from beginner's course. Ahhh....In any case, check this out! Back to the concert: at the end (a long long one) Zagreb Philharmonic Orchestra played 6th symphony of Gustav Mahler (btw, if I'll ever have a son he will be called Gustav). I was prepared to hear some great music if I knew that it would last that long I would leave after the first part. At the begining of the 3rd movement I was yearning for the end. When it was over I almost started clapping (juntti). At the last moment I realised that it was not over!! What a disappointment!! As I figured out that I will be sitting there for some extra time, I took the program and started reading. Then I found even more disappointing sentence in the text. It said that 4th movement of Mahler's 6th Symphony is the longest of all movements Mahler ever wrote! And so it was, it lasted for 35 minutes. Next time I'll read the program right away! If it was the most beautiful music in the world, I would not realise because I just cannot sit at one spot that long. One other thing: how come people in the pause between movements start to cough like crazy?? How do they resist to cough during the concert? Pics from I.G. Luigi concert in Kset few years ago that I owe to Tvrle!

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