Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Third Year of the Events


Introduction to the Third Year of The Events.
My dear readers,
I am honored to introduce you to the third year of my personal blog, that will continue as predicted, without any changes. I hereby announce that nothing in my plan has changed, and the blog will be existing for the next four years in order to observe my personal & life events as well as the events occurring around the World from my current point of view. Every Monday @ noon Pacific Standard Time I will publish a post observing the previous week. It will serve, as planned, as a news source until 30 June 2019, and as archived observations of the time since then.
I would also like to express my thankfulness for the subscribers & readers who have been with me for the previous two years or less, and provided the most important & necessary feedback for further development. I encourage those who have recently subscribed to do the same, and criticize the news on this blog as strictly as possible. You are the only persons I am writing for, & it is a great pleasure to receive strict & fair feedback from you.

The hard copy of the Second Year of the blog (2014-2015), in both hardcover & softcover, will be published and printed on paper as soon as possible. The book is already structured and prepared to be printed; however, the copyright and other editorial issues, such as ISBN and font choice are still to be solved. I am planning to publish the book on Sunday, 1 August and print the necessary number of copies by the end of the month so on Tuesday, 1 September they will be available for purchase. It is also proposed to publish several unbounded copies for a price as low as $1. Hardcover & softcover copies will be available for the price around $3 & $2 respectfully with worldwide shipping. As soon as any changes/delays will occur, the informational notifications will be posted. As always, the online access to my blog is, and will always be available online, for free, for all.

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Monday, May 11, 2015

Diamonds in the Sky

I am happy right now, and I am writing this to share some happiness with you. I have to mention from the beginning that it’s not that type of happiness when the life is completely great, all the goals are already achieved, there are money, houses, yachts, Ferraris, or whatever. Don’t expect this. Just try to understand me. This typical (or not so typical?) Monday morning I am having that “here and now” feeling. A very good friend of mine defined this feeling as such almost a year (10 months) ago when we were speeding in my Grandpa’s car. It was hot, the windows were open, and when she, like a dog, ducked her face out of the window, allowing a fast wind to massage her tongue, as canidæ are believed to always do, she told me that that particular moment she understood something. What she told me was that during our life, we are always waiting for something good, pleasant, positive to happen.In the winter we dream of those pleasant warm days but when it’s hot we sweat, thinking more about the fun of ice skating She told me that when she ducked out of the window, and saw those beautiful fields, and the forest far away, and felt the wind, the spirit of Mother Nature, she told me that it was her “here and now”, which usually happened to her very rarely, about several times a year. I believed her; it is very likely that more than 99% of our lifetime we spend waiting for this “here and now”. Sometimes it happens spontaneously, like with me this beautiful morning; sometimes we can plan it, it can be a birthday party, or a wedding, where we experience so much eustress. The main rule of life, which is very obvious (to live), sadly, is rarely followed. As for me, for example, it’s not that I just sit down and do nothing: it’s probably even the opposite, I live life fully, I get particular things from it (like relatively good grades, which I recently can boast about), but the point is, I don’t experience. It is experience that is remembered for a lifetime and passed through generations. We all should experience how beautiful the life is, experience it fully and every day. A very easy secret for it, which is basically not a secret at all, is to stop for a minute and think. Let me spend the two hours, which are left until noon, when I publish this post, on explaining you what I mean.
I am sitting on the bench here in Boston Public Garden. A girl wearing jeans and a yellow t-shirt just passed me. I basically don’t like yellow, usually this color means nothing good. Melissa’s velvet bedding was snowy white, but I know that under the fire of crematorium it first turned yellow, and only then became a dust. Bad things happen in the room with yellow wallpaper, as well as yellow tulips are given as a sign of separation. But it wasn’t the t-shirt, it was the inscription on it. It read:”My best summer ever” I have to assume that I love such attitude. Although it’s May, it’s already summer (accomplish the weather, it’s just great!), and the summer is here, it is happening now, and it is here right now to enjoy, not somewhen else.
It started yesterday evening. I knew the deadline for essay submission was at midnight, but do you think I was starting to write it? Oh please don’t make me laugh. I was sitting at a cafeteria, thinking about it and doing nothing waiting for the last minute to come. It surely was on time and I surely was three or four hours late, and now I am not sure if I will be given credit for it. But the things are what they are: I procrastinated, then I waited, then I actually did and then it was already morning, which made no sense going home to get some sleep. It’s not that I couldn’t write five double spaced pages faster (I usually write two and a half, and then I make them double spaced, it is psychologically easier), I just didn’t feel so. When the clock on the tower stroke midnight, my magic energy which was called “An Attitude To Submit The Freaking Essay On Time” turned into a shapeless spirit (a fart?), so I couldn’t resist watching some episodes of some TV series on YouTube, researching something very interesting but not in any way related to the essay on the Internet, and of course drinking tea, it’s out of discussion. The essay itself, however, was on an interesting topic, so I finished it relatively fast, before the time the person behind online writing lab could potentially wake up in the morning (although there are some who get up before three), and as I said going home for a short nap made now sense, because it would get things much worse putting me to sleep until about noon, when I have to submit what are you reading now to you, my dear reader. Until five after five I finished researching that very interesting material, which I don’t even remember now what it was about, and watching those really very interesting episodes the concept of which is not coming from the top of my head as well. So after that, as I usually do in such situations, I went (more skateboarded then went) to Starbucks, deciding to which exactly Starbucks I am going while getting there. I remembered that there is a nice one which I haven’t been to for a while, and went directly there. The one was located at 441 Stuart street. It was there where the realization of here and now.

Now, I dare you to think about diamonds. A small priceless stones which have exactly the same component as the lead of a pencil with the difference only in the structure of atoms. In diamonds, atoms are structured in special patterns, while in pencil lead exactly the same material is laid in layers. It becomes funny when you consider a pencil worth millions. Yeah, right there, in the small pocket of your bag and a couple more in the left pocket of your pants. Now think of the following: there is an object in space that is a huge diamond. Not the lead of a pencil, but a pure diamond. It is much bigger than our small planet. How fast the priceless becomes worthless there?

Monday, May 4, 2015

Thoughts on… on what?

I dare you to think about loneliness. If this topic bothers you so much, think of this: what about skateboarder-traumatologist? Is he a person who really do not need anyone? And if so, how is it possible?
Way too many thoughts in my head (well, where else can thoughts be? In the butt? Let’s suppose I know some people who take their thoughts only from there), I need a relief. Have you ever thought on how difficult it may be to fiston Public Garden which is fifteen minutes walk from here because it’s inconvenient. I know that the charge on my phone is 10%. Those batteries are so very unreliable. I can’t believe I live in XXI century. There are so many places without wireless internet, and computer or smartphone batteries are only for several hours or so. I have a single adapter so I can charge either my smartphone or my laptop. I don’t want to spend money on another charger knowing that there is a number of them at Mum’s home. This is a topic for a different thought. Why do different countries have different standards? Where those came from, and why can’t they consider one for all? This laptop annoys me. Not only it is not able to use wireless internet (cable only), it also suddenly stops. For instance, when I am writing something, it suddenly stops working, and I only notice it when half of a centence is not written. I am now on Copley square, sitting here at a border of a fountain. I ewanted some grass to lie on, but it’s very dirty here so I won’t feel relaxed if I lie on such grass. I can only sit on my skateboard (that’s mostlyn what it is for, most places in Boston are not skateboardable). There are a lot of homeless here, which drives me nuts. Why are they called homeless? Homeless is a word which describes a person who lost his home, this word brings pity from the depth of my soul. Why are they called homeless? This word is not applicable to them. They are just people who don’t want to work. Those who are comfortable with asking for money from strangers. Now, I gotta go from here and finally make it to Boston Public Garden. I am tired of sitting in this pose.
I love to watch school students. Most of them are definitions of perfect human beings. They are in the age frame before annoying childhood and before college life with its sober drinking, weed smoking and random sex. Mentioning those things, a neigbour of mine comes to the top of my head. We are both students with Health Sciences major, but how different we are! He is completely the opposite of my definition of a perfect Man. I will try to describe him from the rational point of view. His name is James, and I will not mention his family name because I am sure that he will read this, and then will be like “Oh why did you write such things about me for the public?” For you, James, to not find me impolite and rude, I will not. Please correct me if I am wrong with something, I am trying to describe you not as a single person, but as an example of mass of people,  hundreds of thousands modern citizens of Earth around the Globe. So let me begin.
James is twenty-two years old. Looking on his pictures he posted on Facebook when he studied at school several years ago, he looked different but much better. He served in air forces, where he also worked and was given a special pill to sleep about an hour a day and no more. Thanks to air forces, he entered Northeastern University’s college of sciences and is currently studies there (I am not sure about what year is he in). He loves drinking alcohol and smoking marijuna. He is obsessed with those things and smokes and drinks every day regardless his mood and time.
James was not born to know what is Freedom. “The Three Things”, as I call it (in James’s case, Marijuana, Alcohol, Women) enslave him. I love to talk to him, and fortunately, we are never to understand each other, because we speak on different languages. Let’s consider The Three Things. I was trying to understand why James smokes marijuana, and I tried to talk to him about it, which did not bring any reasonable conclusions. I asked if he was not happy wit his life, and was looking for happiness in the things he smoked and drunk, in the things the result of using which he called “to be high”. He explained me that he is happy with his life, but was he is doing was just “for a different kind of happiness”.
The other day I saw James drinking vodka with his female friend, Lily. It was behind the borders because it is commonly known that only the alcoholics drink vodka, which is, by its nature, almost a pure alcohol, but I avoided any comments because I was trying to understand him. They were doing it before going to a concert, which made even less sense. If they were about to visit the concert they were longing for, and hence experience a lot of positive emotions there, why drinking such strong alcohol in purpose to feel that “different type of happiness”? Is it so hard to understand how that different type of happiness feels and why one needs it, like it is difficult for a goldfish to understand the basic principles of solving mathematical equations? Or am I refusing to understand?
Jason is obsessed with random sex. The other day, when we had an interesting conversation about the World in general and its structure, he eventually changed the topic and started boasting that from the ten attractive girls he noticed on his first lecture for one course, he had intimate relationships with two of them. I immediately asked him if he felt comfortable boasting about this and told him that it is shameful, but in the long run we’ve reached the consensus that we simply look on the things from the different point of view and that it will be interesting for us to get to know each other better in future. However, a lot of questions remained which I want to ask Jason, and hopefully will, regardless how impolite they may sound. 
I am lying on the grass in the Garden now, and with the help of my skateboard my clothes stays dry. How worm, how peaceful it is here! I would be in some sort of paradise if it wasn’t for the geese’s poops, which are especially visible in the border of water in the pond and lawn. The general point of view on intimate relationships between a man and a woman in modern society is very far from ideal. What are the human feelings? How to define them? Throughout the history of mankind, society in general was developing like a person. The “moral revolution” happened circa anno domini 1920. From that moment this point of view was changing to the worse. Although, I can argue about that with myself. It is obvious that a lot of things have turned upside down around that year, but did it bring us to the worse or we are experiencing the changes that will eventually lead to the better. There is something people can do.
Twenty first century brings a lot of surprises, and those of them uncovered were really nice. I consider it pointless to least the technological achievements and focus on the cultural. A number of things are currently being reconsidered.