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Urge

Now about five minutes before my time to leave for the usual thursday (Thor’s day) afternoon german lesson, i felt a sudden urge to blog (once again there is this neologism—and many more, nouns turning into verbs, verbs into adjectives and so on). So i blog. There was a nice argument going on among a few plurkers including me about a few interesting verbs with prefixes (i hope that’s how they’re called in english), and whether it’s correct to use them with those prefixes i’ve been using them with.

Another thing is the reason for my silence this week. First of all, my day ends usually after ten in the evening, and by then my brain’s like a ragged mop, only having enough power to laugh on lame videos posted on plurk, eat my dinner and after a hot shower go to sleep. Not to mention i’m not feeling the best nowadays… Though i’m getting used to it. I don’t think anyone around me could tell, but that’s alright. I hate to worry myself, and i hate to make others worry even more. Rather die quietly in my dreams. This strange feel sometimes also gets stronger, and then it’s like the world’s turned off, i’m forced to sink in and just think. Though i can’t. Anyway, then i have so really cool ideas for blogging, that it’s really strange i couldn’t reproduce any when i’m well. Like now.


A short weekend

In the past month usually i’ve been going home on friday and coming back to the dorm monday, but now that changed. Went home only saturday, because of the Sonata Arctica gig friday night, and came back yesterday afternoon, to see a theatre play. I was just surprised how quickly this weekend passed, and then realised that i don’t have anything to do today till eve except the last two pages of a really annoying programming homework, so this is somewhat like weekend still.

I plan on going down to the gym and then working on that thing. I’ll have to comment almost every single line of my programcode, and that won’t be much fun since i’ve written it as compact as i could—thus it’ll need quite a lot of explanation.

I’ll also meet with a past classmate to have a talk about business matters, i think that if we could launch that plan of his, then i won’t be in a financial pinch like now. I try to fix my situation without having to give up any of my important plans (going to that gig on friday, buying myself headphones sometime in the future). Won’t be easy for sure. But if that business starts up as planned, there won’t be any problems for a while then.


Keith Haring and the ice ages

Today i attended two exhibitions, one in the National Museum of Nature Sciences, about the ice ages (and also there was another one about predators), and the Ludwig Museum’s three floors–on the first an exhibit of Agnes Denes, on the second the Keith Haring one and on the third the collection of the museum.

The ice ages exhibition (Jégkorszakok in Hungarian—and in plural) was aimed at a much younger audience in my opinion, much like what i experienced in the nature sciences museums of Chicago. It was highly interactive, with a couple of really interesting details on the past climate changes of our planet—for example, did you know our climate is so nicely moderate only because of the ice age not so long ago? (It’s “not so long ago” only in geological time scale, naturally. That means about ten thousand years.) In the age of the dinosaurs it’s supposed to have been a lot warmer. At the last stages of the exhibition were the models of ice age animals, huge predators (saber-toothed tiger, hyenas and co) and even larger herbivores (mammoths, ancestory of deer and horses), and i stood there thinking if i’d had a chance against such an animal. I ended up with the decision that if i lived then i probably would be a lot more muscular than i am now, so a precise kick in the face of the wolf would stop it for sure, and with a large piece of wood or stone i could crush the head of a tiger too. I wonder. Have read not so long about a man killing a brown bear so—i guess it’s not hopeless then.


Fail

I just had dinner. I ate fish. Don’t ask what kind of fish though—i didn’t care enough to check. It was edible (i hope) and with the usual lemon addition a better ending for this day than what it deserved. The evening was worse than my worst expectations. The modern theories lesson was annoying, with the teacher going on about arts students (you know, bachelor of arts and stuff), and how they are good for nothing. I almost told him that i’m more of an arts student than a programmer, and if this snobbishness and scorn is what it means to be a nature sciences student, i’d rather become a philosopher of the possible most theoretical type. That annoys the hell out of me, just as that how a groupmate there speaks when the teacher is present. Makes me shiver. Oh and the spanish test… Catastrophe, to be short. We were asked the words for family members and other stuff, all i thought to be not of much importance—my judgements are declining, apparently. Or i am. So… I’m not in the best possible mood now, but at least writing all this stuff somewhat cheered me up and now i’ll go and have fun. I won’t sleep enough, as usual.


Children of a brave new world

I’ve finished Children of Dune. It took more than usual, this i started on friday and yet only finished it now on the way to the uni. It was good, for sure. But i have problems with it, just as i had with Dune Messiah. There are disturbing stuff, the characters taking something we don’t know a bit about for granted, and most of all, that they are almost omniscient and omnipotent, somewhere near gods, though they’re only humans (more or less) with specially trained cognitive (and in some cases physical) abilities, but still just a being started as a homo sapiens. The story is fascinating, though it’s nowhere near the first and one and only Dune, nor is the story, but creating a masterpiece when it’s about a series is not an easy task. Harry Potter is an example.

Now i’ll start Brave new world by Huxley, i hope it’ll be as good as famous it is.


Luna(tic)

Blogging again after the day of God, which i spent learning spanish all afternoon, after coming back from Recsk, where my grandfather died at the labour camp (know the phrase “gulag”?), during the travel and in the breaks of spanish reading Children of Dune (the third book in the series). Last week i forgot to mention that i finished the book i got from my ex-girlfriend, “Vercoquin et le plancton” by Boris Vian. I couldn’t find an english title, so i guess it wasn’t yet translated—though that’d be very surprising, since it’s a fantastic one. A bit hard to digest, but hilarious. The ill sense of humour in every single bit of it (pay attention to the names!) almost made me fall off the chair—and that would’ve been troublesome, as i was on a stuffed bus on the way to the capital. On the one hand, it’s very funny, but on the other hand it’s a bit too much, that’s why it took a year to read it. The style’s not that charming, rather grotesque. The latter Dune books aren’t as good as the first one either, though they are still better than many i’ve read, but not “unputdownable” (a word my sis’ seen on an ad back in London), because there are many inconsistencies, references to stuff unknown and new phrases of which i can’t decide if they’re just a different translation of a known thing or something new. This sounds as if i didn’t like them, but that’s not the case at all. “I’m lovin’ it!”


Hell of a day

Or rather a day of hell. It all began with me going to sleep a quarter past three in the morning, after winning (with an ally) a game of Munchkin. Before that we had the freshman’s eve in the dorm, which was pretty much fun, we ended up second place. Enjoyed it more than the uni’s freshman’s day for sure. And it’s also good because we’ve been having fun together with the people we live together with. We started the game with a glass of delicious and very strong plum spirit (the traditional hungarian home-made “kerítésszaggató pálinka”). I can’t recall drinking anything so noble and pure in a long time.

Before going to sleep i set my phone to wake me at eight, because i wanted to come home with the bus at eleven. I just forgot that if the repeating of the alarm is turned on, it won’t ring on other days than the checked ones. And friday is unchecked, because i usually don’t wake early. So i slept, and had a nice dream (i can’t remember the dream itself, just the feeling that it was something fun and such) and woke around ten. And even this way i missed the bus only by a minute. Guess how much fun that was. So for the waiting i bought myself two National Geographic mags, a hungarian and an english edition, which i read all the way home.


Days and fails

Not exactly how i planned, but not that bad either, thanks for asking. In my free four hours i checked an exhibition of cars from the traditional retro age (’40s-’70s), bought milk and bread at the local Tesco and brought back the Dune Messiah i borrowed monday from the nearby library. The exhibition wasn’t exactly how i expected it to be. At first, i didn’t know it was about retro cars—rather thought it’d be about concepts and such really interesting stuff, especially since it was the design week not so long ago here. It wasn’t bad anyway, just not what i wanted to see then, and not at the price i’d ever be happy to pay for something unexpected. You can go and see the cool cars for yourself, they have a website too.

But at least i could buy what i wanted in the Tesco. It’s surprising how disgusting people can get, supercilious and rude and… the typical jerk—it’d be if it wasn’t a woman. How’s the universal word? Butt? Anyway. I was really tempted to annoy that chick out of her skin, enrage and humiliate her, but i managed to withstand it.

And i couldn’t borrow the Children of Dune because someone did so before me, and hasn’t yet returned it, so i’m Dune-less right now. And dead tired. In the morning i didn’t have a (co)coffee because i didn’t have milk for it, so i wasn’t surprised i was like i woke at dawn, but that i’m again like that at 11pm, after drinking a tea, that’s a surprise. I really need to go to sleep “early” today.

Tomorrow i’ll skip about the half of my math intro lecture, and will probably be late from the practice too because i’ll be attending another lecture on cloud computing and sociology one of my teachers told me about. It’ll be dozen times more interesting than that math stuff.


Día de los muertos

The day of the dead. It’s so much different here than in the States or especially in Mexico. Every year we go out to the cemeteries where my maternal ancestors are buried, to another town and a village in the county. Today i didn’t go, and naturally i regret it–as always when i don’t do something. I wanted to stay to study, either learn spanish or do my homework to be “handed in” next week, but i instead just lay on my bed and read. And read. Oh, and i also read.

But before that i played a bit with my computer, because my firewall messed up, and it wasn’t exactly the simplest thing at first to figure out what the problem was and then how to solve it. Finally i managed to uninstall and reinstall it, and works fine ever since. Its luck.

I was reading Frank Herbert’s Dune. I read the first about thirty pages yesterday, but the remainder of the first book (roughly three hundred pages) i read today. Instead of working, naturally. It’s almost as addictive as the spice.

I’ve also read this week scanlated chapters of Bleach and Naruto, and it left me with controversial feelings. The Naruto was better than the Bleach for sure, but the happenings are not exactly of my liking. I just hope it won’t turn out as it did last time. And in Bleach, i finally want to see a bit of the desert world again. I’m reading the Dune, after all.


Sidenote

Today passed by quickly. In the morning i (regrettably) didn’t do anything worth to mention, except going with my parents to buy broadloom carpet for their room. We ended up with a nice, bright-coloured carpet, i think it’ll go well in their room, i think it kind of matches them. But ever since, we’ve been working on laying it down, so we had to carry wardrobes all over the room, from one corner to the other and back, depending where we’d laid it down already. Was a nice training, i’m thinking about going to the gym every monday anyway, so this went as warm-up.

I made myself another bracelet (again), but i think i’ll just give it to someone as present because it’s once again a green-black composition, and i already had two of those, and i don’t like it when too many similarly coloured ones are on my arm. I’m considering one with black and orange, but couldn’t yet find any third colour, that’d look good with both and i haven’t yet over-used it. Oh, and it’s an advantage if it’s dark. There are two chances: either i could pick such a colour from those i already have or buy a new one. I wonder.

Oh, and before i forget: House MD is hilarious and deep at the same time. Now i can get it why so many are addicted to it. And if i’m at addiction, i can say i’m addicted to Yui’s album Can’t buy my love—it’s just fantastic.