my radio told me today that the last day of the year is always warm and sunny in Poland
It also said that there should be something red in my hair if im going to celebrate.so there will be..

three things i was up today
buying                    reading                    drinking

30 $                     580pages                     greentea,capucinno krakow

Snufkin is an adventurer and a vagabond, admired by those who are small and shy. Snufkin wears old green clothes and a wide brimmed hat he's had since birth. He lives in a tent, smokes a pipe, and plays the harmonica. Snufkin also has a great dislike for authority figures

One shoud ripen, grow strong,
sow seeds, shade - wait.
And when it'll come, what has to come
- accept it. Whatever it will be:
spring wind or axe"
(Z. Herbert "Cave of Philosophers")
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'When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes.'

By exploring the myth that surrounds Modigliani and examining his seductive yet highly disciplined output, this book contributes to a reassessment of the artist's position in the annals of art history. Emily Braun

100years of solitude

'Draw a picture of your ideal life. With coloured pencils on a big sheet of white paper, sketch pictures or symbols to depict where you want to live and with whom, what your house or apartment would look like, and so on'

but i couldnt be bothered to draw so i found someone else's apartament and i know i want mine to look like it in 100 years
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mutanthands/2778813412/

everything old is new again

chanuka celebration of monotheism..?!

krakow













22/12/2008 - HANUKKAH

ghost town

'Ani did not lie along any previously important trade routes, but because of its size, power, and wealth it became an important trading hub. Its primary trading partners were the Byzantine Empire, the Persian Empire, the Arabs, as well as smaller nations in southern Russia and Central Asia'

Entirely abandoned by the middle of the 18th century,Ani is now uninhabited for over three centuries and marooned inside a Turkish military zone on Turkey's border with modern Armenia



In the year 1199 the forces of the Georgian queen Tamara captured Ani,what resulted in restoring its prosperity..'

wikipedia

it turned out that im flying to moscow first and then to baky

in a fortnight.

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen

Mary Schmich, THE Chicago Tribune

Zapewne wielkim rozczarowaniem dla wielu krakowian są wyniki wyścigu o tytuł Makabryły. Paskudna Galeria Krakowska przegrała z jeszcze brzydszą wieżą widokową z Gorzowa Wielkopolskiego. Tamtejszy Info Glob, częściej nazywany Pająkiem był bezkonkurencyjny.

Wysokie pozycje obu obiektów naprawdę cieszą, choć znacznie lepiej byłoby, gdyby już nigdy więcej żaden z krakowskich budynków nie zakwalifikował się do Makabryły.

MArcin wojcik

http://www.flickr.com/photos/anastassiyalukyanova/2527626854/in/set-72157605181535757/

Songtext

http://www.razorlight.co.uk/
Oh one more drink and then I'll go
But there's one more thing I've got to know
Does he take you places that I don't?
What happened to the story that we wrote?

You just say you don't know, you don't know
Oh no you don't know, you don't know

Woo

Oh let's just get this whole thing straight
I don't wanna kidnap the truth and negotiate
Or miss the point that they met you
Just wanna hear you say something that you believe to be true

You say you don't know, you don't know
You just say you don't know, you don't know
What it feels like
What it feels like

And so I'll go before I fall to pieces
Yes I'll go before I fall to pieces

Now I'm just waiting for something that might never come
If it's a million to one shot I'll make sure I won
Seems that nothing is safe, except the truth turns to lies
Never figured it out, I figured out why

So I'll go, yes I'll go
Yes I'll go, yes I'll go
Oh baby I'll go, oh yes I'll go
Yes I'll go, oh yes I'll go
Before I fall to pieces

Credits; Borrel ,Johnny (songwriter)

Love is patient and is kind; love doesn't envy. Love doesn't brag, is not proud, doesn't behave itself inappropriately, doesn't seek its own way, is not provoked, takes no account of evil; doesn't rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

I suppose the human being is capable
various states of physical and various
degrees of awareness, as
follows:
"(a) the common state, without any
aware of the presence of
elves;
"(b) the state 'abnormal' in
which, although environmentally conscious
where is he going to be too
aware of the presence of
elves;
"(c) a form of trance in
which, although unconscious of the environment
it is in, and apparently
asleep, he (ie
its essence immaterial) migrates to
other locations or to the real world
Country of fairy, and is aware
the presence of elves "
-Lewis Carroll

brick lane -1001 locations

i spent all day staring at brick lane's street photography
the following link is leading to cafe1001

http://www.contactmusic.com/mp.nsf/mplayer2?open&id1=blocpartyx19x12x06&id2=http://exodus.interoutemediaservices.com/?id=d1196c87-3aaf-46f3-bddc-633ccf82e134&delivery=stream

where we spend some time.you more than me.and where someone scribbled on the wall:
i want to live here forever.i wil be back- i considered it bollocks then

Love Thousandandone
is when you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams...xxx.5

Hamlet:
What have you, my good friends, deserv'd at the hands of
Fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?

Guildenstern:
Prison, my lord?

Hamlet:
Denmark's a prison.

Rosencrantz:
Then is the world one.

Hamlet:
A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and
dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.

Rosencrantz:
We think not so, my lord.

Hamlet:
Why then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or
bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
Hamlet Act 2, scene 2, 239–251

brick lane

written may 2008 by ph:
'i invited Jarvis Cocker for a drink yesterday
when i saw him walking down brick lane but he declined!
haha.. i was pissed and on pix. i met a cool polak guy who
lives near lancut and paid a black guy 30 pins for a
piece of folded up paper! no mdma inside..i found him
later and he just pretended he didn't know what i was
talking about..oh and i stopped a homeless guy
fighting with a junky woman!'
(...)
'you would love it here...i love it.'

Before departure…

‘child, if u go , they wont give u anything.there must be an adult asking.’ That is what my mother said to my 25-year-old body. What does it say about us? I hope nothing


calico Pie, the little Birds fly
Down to the calico tree,
Their wings were blue, and they sang 'Till-loo'
Till away they flew
and they never came back to me
they never came back
they never came back
they never came back to me ! ( from Edward Lear's poem )

im not there

if you read that something is 'hassle free' do you believe it?

z piatkowego powrotu krola: kochasz cien i zludzienie czlowieka. nie moze dac ci czego chcesz.
z dzisiejszego kartkowania twardowskiego:jesli was nie przyjma,pamietajcie,zebyscie nieczego od nich dla siebie nie chcieli , nawet piasku z ich drog ktory przylgnal do stop waszych.
z zeszlonocnego snu: w sumie nic wielkiego- ganialismy sie po jakims ogrodzie:)