HOW DO WE DEAL WITH ALL THAT ANNOYING PEOPLE?

Tomorrow, I've got to endure something that only convicted and prooved-guilty criminals should endure, something that could try the patience of ANY saint up in Heaven. That "Thing", also, is something quite common in our society given the fact that everybody has some kind of study worthy of a nice, swollen chest (no matter how insignificant the degree), and that there is no licence required to be a parent (driving a car? yes, bringing a human being to life? naah).

What I'm referring to is a nice combination of two vexing and unsufferable character aspects that can very easily converge in the same person; maternity pride, and self-importance. Unluckily, for me, tomorrow I'll have to spend 3 hours in the company of a person with such virtues. Who cares about her son's likes and dislikes? I do not bore her with the details of my father's sleeping customs or the effect lentils have on my brother's metabolism...

When a woman decides to have a child, becomes pregnant, and finally gives birth to her baby, she doesn't necessarily do it to brag about it. I confess, I sometimes wonder, if boasting about how long and painful your pregnancy has been, is actually an equivalent of men's banter about their engines, the speed of their bikes and so on... that would mean we women cannot complain about daddies and boyfriends any more. I have witnessed too many of this kind of conversation... when your mother, your aunts and your grandmother get together and then one of them gets started on big bellies and babies I know it's time to get lost... not that I wans't having the time of my life already. I've observed that this kind of exchange is possible in nearly any situation in our daily lives. But I did not want to digress so much from the main subject, that is, annoying people. Particularly, I meant, proud parents who are self-important. The fact that they are so egotistical only makes their parenting pride worse; because they think we all care about it. In my next post i'll see if I can give you a few tips on how to deal with them.
For now, I won't write any more, because I have calmed down... but this is not over, that's for sure :D

To be continued...

Keine Lust

Nur im Gott kann man vertrauen, wenn man ein Problem hat.

Ich bin erschọ̈pft. Ich muss meine Hausaufgabe machen, aber ich habe keine Lust. Ich will ins Bett gehen, aber ich kann nicht schlafen.

Was kann ich tun? ich soll etwas zu tun... aber was?
Ich darf viele Sachen zu machen, aber ich habe keine Lust.
Heute habe ich vier Stunden geschläft... ist das normaler? Ich glaube nein...
In letzer Zeit könnte ich nicht schlafen, und das ist weil ich keine Lust habe.

Jetzt frage ich mich, warum schreibe ich auf Deutsch? Keine Ahnung. Ich hatte Lust :D

This actually has nothing to do with what I wrote, but I'm tired, I can't sleep, I just felt like it...

It's a chalk horse in Salisbury plain ;)

Switzerland 2010-2011


That's Lindau, a small town in Germany. It's near the border with Switzerland


That's a man talking to a seagull... funny


Sunset in Lausanne, lake Leman




All previous three are of Lausanne





The rest were taken in Ebnat-Kapel and near abouts
It's a beautiful landscape, and I'll be uploading quite a few pics of Switzerland this year :D

Yayo. Ahora estás en un lugar mejor, un lugar en el que no hay dolor, en el que puedes andar, libre de todos esos cables y tubos que te ataban a la cama. Ahora eres libre de ir en bicicleta como solías, por tantas carreteras como quieras. Ahora no estás perdido en un mundo sin sonidos, ya no estás solo en tu propia cabeza.

Sé que estás mucho mejor ahora, sé que ya no sufres más, pero aún así te echaré de menos. Cada vez que vea tu sillón vacío, o tu tablero de ajedrez abandonado y lleno de polvo, se me ensombrecerá el rostro, frunciré el ceño, pero sé que estás mejor ahí donde estás.
También sé que algún dia nos volveremos a ver, porque yo no viviré para siempre...

Ya no me quedan abuelos, dos hombres a los que no pude ver tanto como quisiera, pues nos separaban cientos de kilómetros de distancia, pero los volveré a ver, y entonces, no habrá distancias.

The Four Evangelists


This was me trying to copy one of the pages of the Book of Kells: the four Evangelists. It's probably the most famous folio of this manuscript, which is located in Trinity College, Dublin. It is also known as the Book of Columba, and that is one of the reasons why I first became so interested in it.
My grandmother's maiden name is "Coleman", and looking up that surname for some family tree making, I found that it might have had its origins in StColumba, a lad who went to Ireland more less the same time as StPatrick, and tried to bring Christianity to the Celts.


This is Matthew, represented as man.


This is Mark, as a lion. This would be the hardest one to draw... and to paint.


This is Luke, as an ox. In a quite odd posture.


And this is my favourite, John, the eagle.

they all look as if they were drawn by a 10 year-old child, but I'm doing my best here... LOL
I painted them all with watercolours, which maybe is the reason why it's taking me so much time. I fear the time when I get to the Celtic knots...

The drawings I've been up to lately... :D

Here are some pictures I've taken from the drawings in my favourite notebook... everybody who sees it thinks it's my diary, so I s'posse I can call it that, or sort of anyway...
In school I used to say I'd like to be a Medieval Monk, because they sat, read and drew all day long, more less my idea of paradise back then... still, I decided to get some of it done, and this is what came out. I'm also working in a famous "Book of Kells" image that I uploaded here some time ago. Hope you like it.




This detail on the top left corner is a Huguenot cross... I copied it from a neclace my mother gave me. It belonged to her aunt... so it's quite old, I think. For those who do not know what it means, here's what you need:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huguenot_cross



this is a page of my "diary", in which I've written psalm 23 in my best handwriting, and drawn a nice frame for it.



this is the head (closer) of the Osprey I copied from "The Book of British Birds" the swallow I got from there as well...
It is a bit sad that I can't do them without looking at someone's previous job, but, one does what one can...

Life isn't fair... ever heard something like that?

She stared at her computer screen... what could she do besides that? nobody really wanted her there, she could only count with one, and he was sure worth it, but, still, she felt unwelcome. It was weird feeling like a stranger in a place you once called home. Every evening, when the hag came from work, she complained about something, each day something, even though to her it always felt like the same reaproach: you are here, you came back to be useless to us, you don't belong here anymore.

The unsaid was even more painful than any word the hag could utter. She felt sorry for him, she felt sorry for big D, she felt anger towards the hag... but she could do nothing. Just hang around trying to rest, but unable to do so. What awaited for her? a life filled with rage? a homecomming that felt like D-Day? No, she would go, and she wouldn't come back. She didn't belong here? Then she belonged nowhere. She would just have to get used to be a stranger wherever she went...