United in diversity…
This is an official motto of European Union and kind of a guideline for „My Europe Week” blogging carnival.
Well, I was trying hard to somehow visualize My future Europe. And sadly, nothing optimistic comes in my mind…Why? Because such kind of unity IS NOT POSSIBLE, at least right now and at least in Europe…
I don’t remember exactly who told that, but European Union will destroy itself from the inside. And with every day I get more and more confident of that.
EU leaders have stated that the 27 country block should and will become the most powerful regional (regional organization?) in the world. However as the statistics show, nothing like this is likely to happen in the nearest future!
UNITED IN DIVERISTY... Yes, there is some kind of informal unity on the paper – it is the unity of „The Old Europe” and „The New Europe” or so called Post Soviet countries. Years pass and people change, but to Europe we are still those ex-Soviets so powerfully influenced by Russians that it is sometimes a surprise for Europeans to discover that we don’t live in trees, we have an electricity and we DO SPEAK in our own languages!
We are „united”… When Europe need us and we need them! However, when it comes to subsidies or financial help - unity fades away… Because again „The stomack is the highest God and everyone is the closest to himself” (Latvian Poet Eduards Veidenbaums). It is only natural to think of yourself first and only then consider helping others. It is only natural to consider if it is necessary to pay for the wealth of other nations by the cost of local citizens. But this is a coin with two sides – to help if it’s really necessary or to ask and take when you see the other side will give anyway!
We are united in „diversity”… Diversity is no conjunctive factor at all..
ETHNIC DIVERSITY? I guess every European country has some ethnic minority which thinks is discriminated and because of this some problems with neighbors occur. Russians in Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania; Polish in Lithuania, Lithuanians in Poland; Germans in Poland, Polish in Germany; Roma or Turks, or Kurds in many countries… I could continue and continue and I guess it is worth a whole study about all the nationalities living in one country and actually „belonging” to another in their hearts…
One thing is historical past, but EU has created it’s own historical phenomenon – guest workers! Sure…. Equal opportunities to travel and work in any European country is a huge advantage! However, it’s not so shiny as it looks! Come on – it is necessary to admit that not all of the countries are so keen to see more and more people coming and taking away THEIR jobs… (Especially when local unemployment is so high) Yes, sometimes those people do jobs the locals just don’t want to do! But dislike stays… And it is not only in countries who have sheltered my fellow countrymen. Everybody is aware that in a case the financial situation will improve people from other countries may come here as well.. And believe me – nobody wants to see them here much! Well, maybe except businessmen, who can get some profit from that!
RELIGIOUS „DIVERSITY”? It is really tough theme and I might not be objective here, but I don’t want to offend anyone! Catholics vs Protestants, Christians vs Muslims.. Europe is kind of a Christian continent and these values dominate in almost all the countries! Well, differences between the confessions are maybe not so huge.. And then – Turkey has shown it’s interest to join EU! WOW!!! And then Europe becomes united – AGAINST diversity! And questions arise – do we need such a big Muslim country in our closed-Christian-democratic society? Is Turkey even Europe? Etc, etc… And then comes Belgium, who wants to be first in EU to ban Muslim headscarves, burkas, hijabs and so on… Women rights first (such clothing has oppressed women for thousands of years), security second (maybe a good argument – those Muslim terrorists will have no chance to hide bombs under those scarves)! What a good sign of unity! Dear Muslims – Europe is open for everyone, but you, terrorists are not very much welcome here! Sorry!
And one more thing that proves our „unity” for „religious diversity”… Yes, I am a journalist and I absolutely support the freedom of press. However I don’t think that freedom of word = permissiveness! That’s how I would describe prophet Mohammed’s cartoons in European press! Do such actions really stimulates unity? BULLSHIT! And in this case I’m on the side of Muslims and I’m ashamed that Lars Vilks have some roots in Latvia!
SEXUAL DIVERSITY? Also a very hard subject and I have my own opinion, but this is probably not the right place to discuss it! However we are talking about unity… There are (And I guess there will be) different attitudes towards sexual minorities in different countries. But again – how united we are when it comes to Democracy vs Religion (or non-religion)?
I don’t know, when we’ll be able to talk about a real unity in diversity! Probably – the generation or generations have to change.
But right now – I’m just one of those diverse Europeans who somehow still believes in the possibility of one united Europe, one European nation… I voted for that, I live here and I will…
pirmdiena, 2010. gada 26. aprīlis
piektdiena, 2010. gada 9. aprīlis
Suņa dzīve
Klāt ir pavasaris.
Kā bija lasāms kādā no internetā atrodamajiem jokiem, ir pienācis brīdis, kad Rīgas ielās ir parādījusies īpaša sieviešu kategorija: Es esmu blondīne un šis ir mans smieklīgais sunītis!
Ir pavasaris, un arī vakari paliek arvien siltāki. Līdz ar to ir arvien patīkamāk ilgāk uzturēties uz balkona, izbaudot vakara cigaretes dūmu. Un šajā laikā ļoti bieži nākas redzēt un vērtēt kaimiņus, kas dodas pastaigās ar saviem četrkājainajiem mīluļiem. Un nevilšus es aizdomājos par to, kas ir šie suņi un kā viņi varētu justies? Turpinājumā mani nelielie novērojumi…
Sākšu ar savu lejas „kaimiņu” vārdā Didis (starp paziņām saukts par Didzi)… Didis ir Jorkšīras terjers un izskatās apmēram šādi:
… Jā, jā, tieši tā.. ar visu bantīti! Ņemot vērā Didīša nenormāli skaļo un diezgan bieži pat histērisko riešanu uz visu, kas kustas, jādomā, ka šis suns nav īpaši priecīgs ne par bantīti, ne „matu griezumu”, kas atgādina labākajā gadījumā izspūrušu mačalku. Turklāt, ja ņem vērā viņa diezgan niecīgo augumu, ir saprotama viņa riešana – es esmu mazs, es baidos no visa un man nav iespēja citādi likt par sevi manīt! Riešana gan parasti turpinās tikai tik ilgi, kamēr Didis atrodas šaipus sētas un aprejamais objekts otrā pusē, vai arī es stāvu uz otrā stāva balkona.
Tiktāl par Didi…
Otriem lejas kaimiņiem esmu manījis līdzīgu kustoni ar ne mazāk griezīgu balsi! Izskatās viņš pēc kaut kā lielāka par peli ar garām kājām un milzīgām ausīm! Nu, apmēram šitāds…
Esmu dzirdējis, ka šie kustoņi drebot kā traki! Nu ko var gribēt? Viņam takš nabadziņam arī ir bail no milzīgās pasaules iespējamiem pāridarījumiem. Turklāt, pieļauju, ka daži no šiem kustonīšiem pat baidās no savām blondajām saimniecēm, kas atkal vedīs uz kaut kādiem suņu veikaliem un savā apmātībā mēģinās piestellēt klāt kādu kareklīti, auskariņu vai nolakot nadziņus… Protams sunītim, ne jau sev! Un iedomājieties, kā var justies vīriešu dzimtes suņa lopiņš, ja pret viņu tā izturas? Atliek vien trīcēt no bailēm un pakļauties pazemojumam!
Vienreiz gan šāds radījums parādīja īsta veča rīcību, izrādot savu greizsirdību un mēģinot iekost man pirkstā… Vellos, asi gan tie zobeļi! Un par uzdrīkstēšanos šim kustonim plus punkts no manis!
Vakar vakarā gar mājas logiem ierastajā apgaitā bija devies kāds no apkārtējo māju iemītniekiem ar savu foksterjeru… Varēja izskatīties apmēram šāds!
Varu iedomāties kā jūtas nabaga dzīvnieciņš, kurš pēc savas būtības ir medību suns (no pieredzes zinu, ka ļoti labs alu suns!), bet tagad ir ietērpts sarkanā kombinezoniņā un ir spiests nokārtot savas dabiskās vajadzības tikai tajā brīdī, kad aiz muguras saitītē nākošais, aptuveni 110-kg smagais saimnieks būs palicis zem astes kakumaisiņu.
Vēl viens kaimiņš regulāri ved pastaigāties suni, kas pēc vizuāliem novērojumiem varētu būt Austrālijas aitu suns. Apmēram šitāds…
Jāsaka, ka šim laikam ir paveicies visvairāk, jo atšķirībā no pārējiem apkārtnes suņiem nekad neesmu redzējis viņu saitē. Turklāt, no tāluma izskatās visai mācīts, jo atsaucās uz komandām, sēž, kad saka, iet blakus, kad vajag, un skrien uz mājām, kad tiek atļauts. Viņa dzīvokļa biedrs gan parasti tiek turēts saitē. Tā šķirni gan nemāku noteikt – melns paliels suns uz garām kājām, garāku spalvu pie galvas un ļooti dīvainu gaitu…
Vēl mūsu mājā mīt zeltainais retrīvers.
Šis, protams, gan izskatās pēc viena no lieliskākajiem suņiem, gan arī, manuprāt tā uzvedās un tā tiek kopts. Neviena slikta vārda teikt nevaru!
Vispār jau pilsētā var redzēt visādus brīnumus. Vienu dienu kaut kādam melnam sunim lietus laikā bija uzvilkts dzeltens plastmasas maisiņš… Nu ļoti pazemojoši! Savukārt vakar pa Skolas ielu klīda viens no, manuprāt, neglītākajiem suņiem EVER…
Nu, ejot šim lopiņam blakus, man pat bija diezgan pretīgi uz viņu skatīties, jo, lai piedod man šī suņa cienītāji, tas radījums man atgādināja pāraugušu žurku, kurai vietām ir izkritusi spalva un no pārsalšanas āda ir kļuvusi neveselīgi zilgani-rozā-pelēka… Dīvaini, ka šī suņa saimnieku blakus nemanīju…
Un tā jau ir, ka par gaumēm nestrīdas.. Galu galā šis stāsts jau nav par suņiem….
Kā bija lasāms kādā no internetā atrodamajiem jokiem, ir pienācis brīdis, kad Rīgas ielās ir parādījusies īpaša sieviešu kategorija: Es esmu blondīne un šis ir mans smieklīgais sunītis!
Ir pavasaris, un arī vakari paliek arvien siltāki. Līdz ar to ir arvien patīkamāk ilgāk uzturēties uz balkona, izbaudot vakara cigaretes dūmu. Un šajā laikā ļoti bieži nākas redzēt un vērtēt kaimiņus, kas dodas pastaigās ar saviem četrkājainajiem mīluļiem. Un nevilšus es aizdomājos par to, kas ir šie suņi un kā viņi varētu justies? Turpinājumā mani nelielie novērojumi…
Sākšu ar savu lejas „kaimiņu” vārdā Didis (starp paziņām saukts par Didzi)… Didis ir Jorkšīras terjers un izskatās apmēram šādi:
… Jā, jā, tieši tā.. ar visu bantīti! Ņemot vērā Didīša nenormāli skaļo un diezgan bieži pat histērisko riešanu uz visu, kas kustas, jādomā, ka šis suns nav īpaši priecīgs ne par bantīti, ne „matu griezumu”, kas atgādina labākajā gadījumā izspūrušu mačalku. Turklāt, ja ņem vērā viņa diezgan niecīgo augumu, ir saprotama viņa riešana – es esmu mazs, es baidos no visa un man nav iespēja citādi likt par sevi manīt! Riešana gan parasti turpinās tikai tik ilgi, kamēr Didis atrodas šaipus sētas un aprejamais objekts otrā pusē, vai arī es stāvu uz otrā stāva balkona.
Tiktāl par Didi…
Otriem lejas kaimiņiem esmu manījis līdzīgu kustoni ar ne mazāk griezīgu balsi! Izskatās viņš pēc kaut kā lielāka par peli ar garām kājām un milzīgām ausīm! Nu, apmēram šitāds…
Esmu dzirdējis, ka šie kustoņi drebot kā traki! Nu ko var gribēt? Viņam takš nabadziņam arī ir bail no milzīgās pasaules iespējamiem pāridarījumiem. Turklāt, pieļauju, ka daži no šiem kustonīšiem pat baidās no savām blondajām saimniecēm, kas atkal vedīs uz kaut kādiem suņu veikaliem un savā apmātībā mēģinās piestellēt klāt kādu kareklīti, auskariņu vai nolakot nadziņus… Protams sunītim, ne jau sev! Un iedomājieties, kā var justies vīriešu dzimtes suņa lopiņš, ja pret viņu tā izturas? Atliek vien trīcēt no bailēm un pakļauties pazemojumam!
Vienreiz gan šāds radījums parādīja īsta veča rīcību, izrādot savu greizsirdību un mēģinot iekost man pirkstā… Vellos, asi gan tie zobeļi! Un par uzdrīkstēšanos šim kustonim plus punkts no manis!
Vakar vakarā gar mājas logiem ierastajā apgaitā bija devies kāds no apkārtējo māju iemītniekiem ar savu foksterjeru… Varēja izskatīties apmēram šāds!
Varu iedomāties kā jūtas nabaga dzīvnieciņš, kurš pēc savas būtības ir medību suns (no pieredzes zinu, ka ļoti labs alu suns!), bet tagad ir ietērpts sarkanā kombinezoniņā un ir spiests nokārtot savas dabiskās vajadzības tikai tajā brīdī, kad aiz muguras saitītē nākošais, aptuveni 110-kg smagais saimnieks būs palicis zem astes kakumaisiņu.
Vēl viens kaimiņš regulāri ved pastaigāties suni, kas pēc vizuāliem novērojumiem varētu būt Austrālijas aitu suns. Apmēram šitāds…
Jāsaka, ka šim laikam ir paveicies visvairāk, jo atšķirībā no pārējiem apkārtnes suņiem nekad neesmu redzējis viņu saitē. Turklāt, no tāluma izskatās visai mācīts, jo atsaucās uz komandām, sēž, kad saka, iet blakus, kad vajag, un skrien uz mājām, kad tiek atļauts. Viņa dzīvokļa biedrs gan parasti tiek turēts saitē. Tā šķirni gan nemāku noteikt – melns paliels suns uz garām kājām, garāku spalvu pie galvas un ļooti dīvainu gaitu…
Vēl mūsu mājā mīt zeltainais retrīvers.
Šis, protams, gan izskatās pēc viena no lieliskākajiem suņiem, gan arī, manuprāt tā uzvedās un tā tiek kopts. Neviena slikta vārda teikt nevaru!
Vispār jau pilsētā var redzēt visādus brīnumus. Vienu dienu kaut kādam melnam sunim lietus laikā bija uzvilkts dzeltens plastmasas maisiņš… Nu ļoti pazemojoši! Savukārt vakar pa Skolas ielu klīda viens no, manuprāt, neglītākajiem suņiem EVER…
Nu, ejot šim lopiņam blakus, man pat bija diezgan pretīgi uz viņu skatīties, jo, lai piedod man šī suņa cienītāji, tas radījums man atgādināja pāraugušu žurku, kurai vietām ir izkritusi spalva un no pārsalšanas āda ir kļuvusi neveselīgi zilgani-rozā-pelēka… Dīvaini, ka šī suņa saimnieku blakus nemanīju…Un tā jau ir, ka par gaumēm nestrīdas.. Galu galā šis stāsts jau nav par suņiem….
trešdiena, 2010. gada 10. marts
Politics vs Journalism = Dilemma
Yesterday I watched FROST/NIXON…
Outstanding movie about probably the best political interview ever made on TV. Well, I won’t tell about the story itself. Those who are interested in history and politics most probably already know what was the film about…
The reason I’m writing about this film is those controversial feelings I got after it. And explanation is very simple – the film is about a journalist against a politician.
For years I was trying to deny that I’m a journalist, because I really never was one for 100%. I was just an editor. I’ve never studied journalism, cause I think it’s not possible to learn it.. Despite this… for more than a half a year I must admit – yes, I am a journalist! (It’s even written in my contract now!) However it’s not up to me to decide if I’m good or not… Well, contrary to some of my colleagues I’m not able to define it!
I’m also still a student of political science, so probably in the future I could somehow connect my job with politics. I’m denying again, that I would like to be a politician in the future (diplomat – would be nice), but who knows – probably the result could be the same as with journalism!
So here’s the big question: If I had to choose from these two things I like, what would I choose – to be a damn good journalist, or to be a damn good politician?
FROST/NIXON showed me that both those things are hard.
For a journalist it is hard to achieve your goal, to get the information, to make a perfect material… But to get the information PEOPLE need to hear. To show the person he or she is, to get his/her opinion, but not to destroy him. Unfortunately it is kind of a „new wave phenomenon” in Latvia: good journalism = destructive journalism! (Mostly TV3 „Nekā personīga”, LTV „De Facto” – a bit less). And if, for example, politicians say that you are evil journalist – it means you are good! Kind of insanity, isn’t it?
For a politician it is even harder. FROST/NIXON displayed a perfect example of how thin is this red line between defending your political views and at the same time – staying a human, staying yourself? Yesterday interviews with our Prime minister also made me think – how thin is this line between telling the same old texts over and over again and the feeling that it is time to tell the truth as well? To tell your own views, to admit that probably you have voted against your heart…
Well there was a joke: What is a diplomacy? It is an ability to tell „Good doggy! Good!” until you can’t find an adequate rock.
And again – no matter what you say… if those evil journalists talk about you, write about you, then you are reaching your voters… Good? Bad?
I think, therefore I am… Does it also work with – I talk, therefore I am?
I feel that there is something in both those case… and I do like both of them.
However right now I guess I must concentrate on my interview today.. It’s gonna be hard, but it’s a challenge.
I as a journalist will face.. a politician!
Wish me good luck!
Outstanding movie about probably the best political interview ever made on TV. Well, I won’t tell about the story itself. Those who are interested in history and politics most probably already know what was the film about…
The reason I’m writing about this film is those controversial feelings I got after it. And explanation is very simple – the film is about a journalist against a politician.
For years I was trying to deny that I’m a journalist, because I really never was one for 100%. I was just an editor. I’ve never studied journalism, cause I think it’s not possible to learn it.. Despite this… for more than a half a year I must admit – yes, I am a journalist! (It’s even written in my contract now!) However it’s not up to me to decide if I’m good or not… Well, contrary to some of my colleagues I’m not able to define it!
I’m also still a student of political science, so probably in the future I could somehow connect my job with politics. I’m denying again, that I would like to be a politician in the future (diplomat – would be nice), but who knows – probably the result could be the same as with journalism!
So here’s the big question: If I had to choose from these two things I like, what would I choose – to be a damn good journalist, or to be a damn good politician?
FROST/NIXON showed me that both those things are hard.
For a journalist it is hard to achieve your goal, to get the information, to make a perfect material… But to get the information PEOPLE need to hear. To show the person he or she is, to get his/her opinion, but not to destroy him. Unfortunately it is kind of a „new wave phenomenon” in Latvia: good journalism = destructive journalism! (Mostly TV3 „Nekā personīga”, LTV „De Facto” – a bit less). And if, for example, politicians say that you are evil journalist – it means you are good! Kind of insanity, isn’t it?
For a politician it is even harder. FROST/NIXON displayed a perfect example of how thin is this red line between defending your political views and at the same time – staying a human, staying yourself? Yesterday interviews with our Prime minister also made me think – how thin is this line between telling the same old texts over and over again and the feeling that it is time to tell the truth as well? To tell your own views, to admit that probably you have voted against your heart…
Well there was a joke: What is a diplomacy? It is an ability to tell „Good doggy! Good!” until you can’t find an adequate rock.
And again – no matter what you say… if those evil journalists talk about you, write about you, then you are reaching your voters… Good? Bad?
I think, therefore I am… Does it also work with – I talk, therefore I am?
I feel that there is something in both those case… and I do like both of them.
However right now I guess I must concentrate on my interview today.. It’s gonna be hard, but it’s a challenge.
I as a journalist will face.. a politician!
Wish me good luck!
trešdiena, 2010. gada 24. februāris
Addictive Tweetmare
It’s been a month and few days since I decided to join Twitter. Well, I tried for so long no to do this, however some pressure from around and at work was stronger. But, probably it was just a curiosity?
I won’t count how many followers I have or how many tweeters I’m following, or how many tweets have I written. When I hear such talks, it sounds like a quarell of small boys about the length of their… Well, I guess you understand me!
What is my impression about Twitter? Well… it is a phenomenon! Can’t argue with that. Noticing some new message or tweet or getting a new follower becomes kind of addiction very soon! Now I know that as well.
There are lot of useful and interesting things on Twitter… For example you exchange different and interesting information with your friends, colleagues, etc. And this information can really be useful! And fast…
However, I’m wondering more and more – if people really want to share something useful or do they write just because of writing? Ok, if it’s your opinion – good, but if it’s mostly some ReTweets… or just writing about everything you hear or see, and expressing your view about everything, for everything, against everything or anyone… Somehow it just reminds me some kind of a nightmare or is it Tweetmare?
And probably it will develop this way...
Yes, one may argue that there is always a possibility to block some user and not to receive information from him or her… But then I’ll lose some followers and my friends will not like me any more, I’ll look like a loser if I’ll have less than 100, 1000 or I don’t know how many followers… Well, I’d like to hope that I’ll never reach such a level of addiction!
But of course, there are also nice things on Twitter… For example – yesterday I decided to follow NATO secretary general Anders Fogh Rasmussen… he replied with the same thing! Well, of course I know I’m just one of some 6200 followers and one of 6200 he is following, but anyway… nice! Probably he will even learn some words in Latvian! ;)
For me probably the nicest texts I’m reading with the biggest interest are the quotes of famous writer Paulo Coelho. A short sentence and your day becomes brighter… And it’s like that every day… Yesterday, there was one quote, that describes the meaning and the value of Twitter just in few words: Followers come and go, but friends stay!
And that’s the main point! And I guess no more explanations are needed….
I won’t count how many followers I have or how many tweeters I’m following, or how many tweets have I written. When I hear such talks, it sounds like a quarell of small boys about the length of their… Well, I guess you understand me!
What is my impression about Twitter? Well… it is a phenomenon! Can’t argue with that. Noticing some new message or tweet or getting a new follower becomes kind of addiction very soon! Now I know that as well.
There are lot of useful and interesting things on Twitter… For example you exchange different and interesting information with your friends, colleagues, etc. And this information can really be useful! And fast…
However, I’m wondering more and more – if people really want to share something useful or do they write just because of writing? Ok, if it’s your opinion – good, but if it’s mostly some ReTweets… or just writing about everything you hear or see, and expressing your view about everything, for everything, against everything or anyone… Somehow it just reminds me some kind of a nightmare or is it Tweetmare?
And probably it will develop this way...
Yes, one may argue that there is always a possibility to block some user and not to receive information from him or her… But then I’ll lose some followers and my friends will not like me any more, I’ll look like a loser if I’ll have less than 100, 1000 or I don’t know how many followers… Well, I’d like to hope that I’ll never reach such a level of addiction!
But of course, there are also nice things on Twitter… For example – yesterday I decided to follow NATO secretary general Anders Fogh Rasmussen… he replied with the same thing! Well, of course I know I’m just one of some 6200 followers and one of 6200 he is following, but anyway… nice! Probably he will even learn some words in Latvian! ;)
For me probably the nicest texts I’m reading with the biggest interest are the quotes of famous writer Paulo Coelho. A short sentence and your day becomes brighter… And it’s like that every day… Yesterday, there was one quote, that describes the meaning and the value of Twitter just in few words: Followers come and go, but friends stay!
And that’s the main point! And I guess no more explanations are needed….
trešdiena, 2010. gada 10. februāris
Alone? Sarcastic? Or genius?
Usually I find it very hard to write about something, but this time the idea came just by watching TV...
Tuesday evening 20:50... My favorite TV series "House"... after that a new and pretty interesting series "Lie to me".. usually it was "CSI Las Vegas, Miami or New York" at that time or "Shark"... I don't know why, but I realized that there is one common thing in all these films - The leading actor is genius in some way, but he is always alone, unhappy, or just hard to stand... Why is it so?
For example:
Dr. Gregory House - super cynical and sarcastic medical genius who is somehow unhappy and alone deep inside. it seems, that person has to be an ass-hole just to be perfect in detecting unthinkable diagnosis!
Lt. Horatio Caine - super protective, clever and honest policemen, who keeps the reputation of his team and the idea of justice alive. Alone, has lost his wife, in love with someone he can only dream of (colleague)...
Gilbert "Gil" Grissom, Ph.D. - Super analytical crime investigator whose work you can only admire. Alone, in love with a colleague (again!), because of whom has to leave his excellent job...
Detective Mac Taylor - keeps fighting for the reputation of his team, excellent detective, but also - has lost his wife and in love with colleague (again!!!)
Sebastian Stark (Shark) - excellent prosecutor with wonderful thinking... Alone, however has a daughter who lives with him... (progress?)
Dr. Cal Lightman (from "Lie to me") - newly seen personage in this list... What could I see from the first series? Genius with excellent skills of knowing people! However - alone..., divorced.. with a kid...
I could continue more and more... With John Rambo (alone, excellent soldier and killer, unhappy, because his beloved woman was killed), John Matrix a.k.a. Commando (Retired soldier and single parent, and of course - perfect killer), Dr. Evil (maniacally oriented terrorist, single father) etc., etc., etc....
Is it really so, that a man has to be an unhappy, sarcastic killing-loving jerk just to prove that he is genius? Or are these symptoms the result of being genius?
I think all of this proves that there are lots and lots of people who sacrifice their private life just because of their work... And for sure, I don't wanna be like them! Because I don't want to be a slave of my work and I want to enjoy my life.. With someone...
Somehow I mentioned only men... however I sometimes feel that there are more and more women as well, who are just like these guys I mentioned above... Unfortunately!
Tuesday evening 20:50... My favorite TV series "House"... after that a new and pretty interesting series "Lie to me".. usually it was "CSI Las Vegas, Miami or New York" at that time or "Shark"... I don't know why, but I realized that there is one common thing in all these films - The leading actor is genius in some way, but he is always alone, unhappy, or just hard to stand... Why is it so?
For example:
Dr. Gregory House - super cynical and sarcastic medical genius who is somehow unhappy and alone deep inside. it seems, that person has to be an ass-hole just to be perfect in detecting unthinkable diagnosis!
Lt. Horatio Caine - super protective, clever and honest policemen, who keeps the reputation of his team and the idea of justice alive. Alone, has lost his wife, in love with someone he can only dream of (colleague)...
Gilbert "Gil" Grissom, Ph.D. - Super analytical crime investigator whose work you can only admire. Alone, in love with a colleague (again!), because of whom has to leave his excellent job...
Detective Mac Taylor - keeps fighting for the reputation of his team, excellent detective, but also - has lost his wife and in love with colleague (again!!!)
Sebastian Stark (Shark) - excellent prosecutor with wonderful thinking... Alone, however has a daughter who lives with him... (progress?)
Dr. Cal Lightman (from "Lie to me") - newly seen personage in this list... What could I see from the first series? Genius with excellent skills of knowing people! However - alone..., divorced.. with a kid...
I could continue more and more... With John Rambo (alone, excellent soldier and killer, unhappy, because his beloved woman was killed), John Matrix a.k.a. Commando (Retired soldier and single parent, and of course - perfect killer), Dr. Evil (maniacally oriented terrorist, single father) etc., etc., etc....
Is it really so, that a man has to be an unhappy, sarcastic killing-loving jerk just to prove that he is genius? Or are these symptoms the result of being genius?
I think all of this proves that there are lots and lots of people who sacrifice their private life just because of their work... And for sure, I don't wanna be like them! Because I don't want to be a slave of my work and I want to enjoy my life.. With someone...
Somehow I mentioned only men... however I sometimes feel that there are more and more women as well, who are just like these guys I mentioned above... Unfortunately!
svētdiena, 2010. gada 7. februāris
Work vs sleep
Some time ago I promised myself to write something here every night I'm working...
And this is the night again, however it is damn cold in here, the heating is not working, I'm sitting in a sweater, drinking coffee and still I'm hardly able to keep my eyes open! But it's necessary to stay awake because of the news and Ukraine!!!
Tried to watch some historic movie about some Spanish hero of 16th century or so - almost fell asleep as the first time I tried to watch it...
I changed to some pretty stupid horror-comedy called "Shaun of the dead". Well, at least it wasn't boring... But the film is over and I want to sleep again...
I'm already almost dreaming about an hour after six that I'll be able to have a short nap.. cause after 7 - it's work and Ukraine again! Well, and because of this I don't even want to think about the day...
Anyway, have to read news after couple of minutes... So, have to wake up somehow...
And if there will be no heating next time...
And this is the night again, however it is damn cold in here, the heating is not working, I'm sitting in a sweater, drinking coffee and still I'm hardly able to keep my eyes open! But it's necessary to stay awake because of the news and Ukraine!!!
Tried to watch some historic movie about some Spanish hero of 16th century or so - almost fell asleep as the first time I tried to watch it...
I changed to some pretty stupid horror-comedy called "Shaun of the dead". Well, at least it wasn't boring... But the film is over and I want to sleep again...
I'm already almost dreaming about an hour after six that I'll be able to have a short nap.. cause after 7 - it's work and Ukraine again! Well, and because of this I don't even want to think about the day...
Anyway, have to read news after couple of minutes... So, have to wake up somehow...
And if there will be no heating next time...
trešdiena, 2010. gada 3. februāris
Way to BA pol.sc. Restarted
February 2nd was the end of my academic vacations which means restart of my BA studies. Those who know me will smile about it, cause this has been a life time journey for me and I guess there are too many people who think I will never succeed…
Well, I guess such an attitude has been in some way a reason for me not studying hard enough and as much as people press me, as less I want to move forward.
But somehow I think something has changed lately. I’ve been thinking – why is it so, that I’m still trying to study already for damn 12 or almost 13 years…? And Why do I need it at all? Do I really like what I’m studying? And what will it give to me?
Why am I trying? I guess because I enjoy it.. But I don’t care much about the good or excellent marks. I’ve been attending few courses for 3 times already just to get something new from year to year
Why do I need it? Sometimes I have a feeling that I don’t know at all. There are at least few groups of people – one, who study just for the paper (diploma), others, who study for marks, third is studying just because of studying, the others think about the possible career in the future, someone else just needs to prove something to someone. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone, however I also need a paper and would dream about a better career (even if I like my job now)… Anyway, I think that having or not having a diploma doesn’t determine the value of a person! Or does it?
Do I like what I study? Well, I must say that I’ve experienced few things that I thought I liked, but it all went wrong. Now – I do like what I study and I guess I also realize that this is the thing I could do and I could do well… Would I like to be a politician? NO! A diplomat? Pretty much YES! Brussels clerk – 50/50…
Anyway – all this doesn’t mean a thing. The only think that matters right now for me is to FINISH this thing just FOR MYSELF! To make sure that I CAN do it! And I think I CAN! No, I'm SURE I can!
So the long way towards BA restarts again… This time for sure!
Well, I guess such an attitude has been in some way a reason for me not studying hard enough and as much as people press me, as less I want to move forward.
But somehow I think something has changed lately. I’ve been thinking – why is it so, that I’m still trying to study already for damn 12 or almost 13 years…? And Why do I need it at all? Do I really like what I’m studying? And what will it give to me?
Why am I trying? I guess because I enjoy it.. But I don’t care much about the good or excellent marks. I’ve been attending few courses for 3 times already just to get something new from year to year
Why do I need it? Sometimes I have a feeling that I don’t know at all. There are at least few groups of people – one, who study just for the paper (diploma), others, who study for marks, third is studying just because of studying, the others think about the possible career in the future, someone else just needs to prove something to someone. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone, however I also need a paper and would dream about a better career (even if I like my job now)… Anyway, I think that having or not having a diploma doesn’t determine the value of a person! Or does it?
Do I like what I study? Well, I must say that I’ve experienced few things that I thought I liked, but it all went wrong. Now – I do like what I study and I guess I also realize that this is the thing I could do and I could do well… Would I like to be a politician? NO! A diplomat? Pretty much YES! Brussels clerk – 50/50…
Anyway – all this doesn’t mean a thing. The only think that matters right now for me is to FINISH this thing just FOR MYSELF! To make sure that I CAN do it! And I think I CAN! No, I'm SURE I can!
So the long way towards BA restarts again… This time for sure!
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