The end of astronomical winter was highly intellectual for me. Since mid-October, there hasn't been a single day to work in the garden or take a fewer hours trip. The flashes of the sun mattered in minutes alternatively than in hours, and erstwhile the day yet came, it was not pleasant either due to the frost and the emergence from Siberia. There was no change. To top it all wrong, the home requiring renovation was increasingly annoyed by the fact that the officials liable for decisions effectively isolated themselves from tenants, so as to accidentally not know the real needs and spend public money on problems with their ass taken, existing only in their lazy and greedy heads. Plus, I was waiting for the results of a survey that would, in the worst case, make me lock up between a home and a infirmary bed, without a small area to admire the world. So in a depressing mood, I waited outside to Poland, worrying about the senselessness of our kittens-junierkas, and in general I felt that out of anger I would detonate and there would be a gap after me, into which innocent passersby would fall. As usual in specified situations, the departure changed everything. erstwhile I was a 1000 miles from home, I truly didn't have much to worry about, so I could yet relax.
Maybe not right away, due to the fact that I was waiting for a night journey from Modlin close Wrocław, and as a driver. By the time we got 50 kilometers, we were able to pass 2 major road accidents requiring the usage of an ambulance. It is known that in Poland everyone drives large and only these malicious road drivers invent road regulations, especially velocity limits!!! Fortunately, it was the end of the incidents, the movement gradually declined, and erstwhile we returned from E75 to Wrocław, it calmed down for good. From now on he was just relaxing. I don't know how many people are like this, but I'm worried about leaving until it starts. It's okay in the process. And this despite the not besides awesome plan of attraction: We jumped on 1 trip, 1 day to watch the water from the Pilchowicki Basin (for now only about 10 meters), due to the fact that specified things are seen erstwhile in a lifetime. On this occasion, we visited the graves of our loved ones, we went to Jelenia Góra, we ate a vege-dinner in a late awarded bistro, we ran into a good coffee at Aroma Cafe, and it was time for us to return. In addition, we have had blissfully lazing in my in-laws, and the parents of Fuchny, cats, and dogs petting, regular walking, and fine coffee drinking. That's fine by me, although my friends are full of people who request more excitement.
So I managed to drain the tension with the miraculous Osiatine method: “Wake up, stand in front of the mirror and get the fuck off yourself.” erstwhile he returned, the oncologist reported to me the results of the research, which came down to the fact that he inactive sees something in his lungs, but he suspects it to be any kind of inhaled pollen, due to the fact that since it hasn't been increasing in a year and a half and another results are good, that's the most likely hypothesis. And well, it means that the remainder of the ailments you feel explain the title of Jethro Tull's ninth studio album: “Too Old to Rock’n’Roll, to Young to Die”! In the meantime, spring came to us, and not only did we take the first long walk of this year (this time along the bank of Carlingford Bay), but we besides managed to see things.
Jethro Tull – besides Old to Rock’n’Roll, besides Young to Die
‘To’, or ‘Guys’ (2023). A short and updated version of the Nobel-winning Rejmontovski communicative about the traumatic destiny of peasants turned out to be very successful, although I sat in front of the screen mostly driven by curiosity, how she managed to play My friend's daughter, I didn't anticipate to be amazed by the production itself, the more kind. The authors focused on dynamics, so they limited themselves to the thread of tragic destiny of women from peasant families and..., and Polish shit, money cult, contempt for ethics, rape culture, betrayal, Stockholm syndrome and false accusations. large plus for the symbolic dance at the wedding with the besieging I am drooling lamb, a generation of older peasants, minus for besides literal, almost copulative dance of the Jag with Antek in the inn during the gathering of Borina with crucial hosts (in Rybkowski's series, there was a beautiful, sulfuric oberek, very symbolic, and here they made any frivolous disco). And for breaking the veil of silence over widespread rape on boys (two literal rape attempts, including 1 successful one). Why? erstwhile I was a teenager, I grew up in an environment where rape was explicitly condemned, but on vacation I went to a place where rape stories in a restaurant were like anecdotes about what individual who was stupid did erstwhile they were drunk. There, the “touching” of a classmate was a common amusement of students from the last grades of simple school or first classes of the competition, and with age the harassment intensified. If I hadn't heard these stories with my own ears from eyewitnesses, I wouldn't have believed their truth. I think that today, even less people are able to believe that not so long ago there were places where rapes were common and society did not prosecute them. If anyone's in danger, it's rape victims. What else...? I was disappointed by the deficiency of Cuba Socha's thread, which disappeared along with my favourite scene, where the old parable first put his life at hazard by poaching so that the money earned in this way would be spent at least for a minute standing in the front row of the church, among the first hosts. Not only did he exposure himself to them, he returned to his erstwhile position with a penny missing. That was the equality between peasants! Well, in the fresh version of the “Guys” there was a deficiency of a pair of Cuba, but it was incredibly clear that there was a ruthless human greed and a psychotic lynching scene, during which it was vain to look for a trace of compassion for the victim. And again, it's crucial to me due to the fact that I've seen actions where a twelve aggressors attacked 1 victim that I couldn't aid due to the fact that I'd be the victim myself. And yet today, all step of the way, I collide with posts on social media claiming that “there utilized to be common understanding, people helped each other, they were kind.” And it is beautifully shown how persistent repetition of lies can kill, which, after the assassination of Paul Adamowicz in the time of TVP whoredom and tv Republic was not insignificant! This version of “Guys” should be especially recommended to young girls supporting the PiS or the Confederation. Actually, why only the young? These days, all female should see this!
"Owo", i.e. Irish National Opera and "Rusałka" Antonín Dvořák. Since fewer readers will have a chance to watch the show, I will briefly write: Libretto is about the fact that besides much cultural differences prevent a happy relationship. Of course, everything in a fairy-tale metaphor of a Fae in love with a man. However, in Netia Jones' interpretation, raised between sisters and under the watchful care of her father Rusalk's title Aquarius is an innocent girl who knows nothing about sex or how to get partners. Her chosen 1 is the alcohol-supporting young and handsome Prince, loving in drunken parties. In specified a situation, Rusalka has no chance with a sober seducer who knows how to pour, drink, and before the spell slips into his bed. And then, for a passing Osiecka-style lover or Jędrusik, he would leave himself, leaving an unfortunate drunk with his weltschmer and his bottle-loving. Everything was played by a movement contained in instrumental parties, without violating the librett text. Even the Prince's death follows not the kiss of a betrayed Fae (who was expected to kill him in the original), but due to alcohol poisoning. Contrary to the classical version, Rusalka no longer has a shadow of desire for him, he may feel sorry for him, but wants nothing to do with him, and the kiss of death is not needed, The prince can drink himself to death without anyone's help! The impression was exacerbated by the fact that the prince played a beautiful handsome one, and his makeup at the time of his death was modeled on Irish youths hanging out in Temple Bar pubs: jeans, hoodie with a hoodie sticking out of the ramen. And for me personally, the Prince had the face of a fellow in a parallel grade simple school. I played basketball with his brother in advanced school. About 10 years ago, I found out that his body had been fished out of the Vistula River as if he was looking for a Russian drunk. He besides failed his beloved by choosing booze, and failed the children. They walked distant from him, and he was walking around with a bottle like Prince of Netia Jones.
Looks like there's been a breakthrough. My wife and I are starting again to do what we like best.
