tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58987367809850623122008-07-17T02:20:40.927+02:00zzz’s creative messOh well ... many of my friends have blogs so I thought to try myself. This will make me write some of my thoughts (I guess).
I’m slow but constant reader (definitively book addict); I never miss opportunity to travel and meet new cultures so I guess this blog will be complete hotch-potch of different topics.
So … welcome to my creative mess :)Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-57302282125312570192007-05-09T18:19:00.000+02:002007-05-09T18:29:40.735+02:00I moved my blog!!!<a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/milanthevet/moving2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/milanthevet/moving2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>As I posted in my previous post I have some huge problems to login on my own (but also on some other´s blogs on blogger).<br />Now I´m using PC in the Institute Cervantes thinking what to do and I think it would be ridiculous to wait to things get solved. I saw so many people with the same problem who are screaming on Blogger Help Group but no one is giving them any advice or solution so I decided to move my blog on some other place...<br /><br />Anyway this is my new nest: <a href="http://sleepwalk.wordpress.com"><strong>My New Blog!</strong></a>Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-23838455503782256912007-05-06T20:26:00.000+02:002007-05-07T11:50:50.097+02:00Possibly moving... and my daemon ...OK last few weeks I was unable to login on my blog to publish new posts. I thought it was some internal error but it seems I was wrong. Anyhow I was constantly getting some error code and I’ve sent it on Blogger Help group only to found out I’m not the only one with the same problem. Sadly, no one from Blogger support team hasn’t post solution or at least some advice. <br />During the waiting I went on so many events I’d like to post here and due to the login problem I lost my enthusiasm to write them and save for some future moment :(<br />Also I was quite angry because of the ignorance of the Big Blogger!<br />So I created new blog on Wordpress but it’s still under construction. Actually I'm kind of hesitating to start posting there because I like it here (I guess I’m so spoiled with easiness that blogger offers) but more because of all my previous posts here. It’s like I’m abandoning them (silly I know).<br />However tonight I accidentally logged in without any problem and therefore I’m posting this. I don’t know is this means that problem is solved or is temporary solution.<br />So if I disappear again that will mean I can’t login again and I’m definitively moving there (any advice with Wordpress or WP vs Blogger?) <br /><br /><br /><font size=5><font color=lightgreen><span style="font-style:italic;">My daemon</span></font></font><br /><br />In the meanwhile I’ll post about my daemon.<br />Yep anyone who is fan of Philip Pulman’s <i><a href="http://www.powells.com/partner/31164/biblio/0345413350">The Golden Compass</a></i> (I’m not but I like this idea) will know what I’m talking about. And who knows, since I like this idea maybe I’ll read Pulman’s trilogy :)<br />OK when I’ve done my ‘testing’ I was raccoon but I see now I’m wolf. That’s because some of my friends replied on some questions about who I am and apparently changed a little bit my image. Of course you can change my daemon’s shape as well by clicking <a href="http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/?78638">HERE (My Daemon)</a> or on the image above :-)<br /><br /> <object width="370" height="400"><param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=78638"></param><embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=78638" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"></embed></object>Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-73822012729109996362007-04-14T15:39:00.000+02:002007-04-15T10:47:57.828+02:00WARNING! I am potentially offensive!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RiDlDG1m8UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3EM5khApH0g/s1600-h/danger.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RiDlDG1m8UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3EM5khApH0g/s320/danger.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053290623447527746" /></a><center></center>I just saw that my blog is flagged as <font color=red><i><span style="font-weight:bold;">"potentially offensive"</span></i></font>, the same day I found out that I’ve been nominated for <a href="http://milan-zzz.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking-blogger-award.html">Thinking Blogger Award!</a> Not bad for one day, not bad at all…<br /><br />OK personally I don’t know the reason but something is telling me it’s not because I wrote about <a href="http://milan-zzz.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-thirteen-10.html">vagina</a>. Therefore I might guess it’s because of my post from Free Zone Festival and especially the last one about <a href="http://milan-zzz.blogspot.com/2007/03/iraq-in-fragments.html">Iraq in Fragments</a> because majority of visitors are from US. <br /><br />I’m guessing that many of you know or have or have lost someone in Iraq but facts about reasons and effect of that war are evident and unquestionable in spite of the emotions (my sincere condolences to all who have lost someone in Iraq). And I am trying to be objective as much as possible (in spite the fact that I've spent 77 days under US bombs as well and I know better than you can even imagine what that means)<br /><br />Yes 3300 American soldiers lost their lives in Iraq but also 655000 civilians have died and almost 2 millions live in refugees’ camps in neighboring countries. Iraq has lost its most valuable treasure – people. There is no educated elite there anymore... There are devastating consequences in whole region; the balance is destroyed; radicalism is awake<br /><br />Do you remember that picture of a man who is hitting Saddam’s monument with the hammer? Picture that symbolizes Fall of Baghdad? Picture that is like the one of raising flag on Iwo Jima (in symbolical sense of course)? Well that man, Mr Khadim al-Jubouri now on fourth anniversary of his act say this: <br /><br /><i>- We got rid of a tyrant and tyranny. But we were surprised that after one thief had left, another 40 replaced him. Now, we regret that Saddam Hussein is gone, no matter how much we hated him.</i><br /><br /> Those are the words of man whose only wish for years was to smash Saddam’s monument. Describing his life now, four years after entrance of US troupes in Iraq he says:<br /> <br /><i>- Now every Friday is better than Saturday and every Saturday is better than Sunday</i><br /><br />Well think about that before you flag someone's opinion as offensive.<br />On the other hand thinking and using your own brain has always been potentially dangerous.<br /><br />PS<br />If you're interested do read whole article written by The Washington Post's Sudarsan Raghavan: <br /><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/08/AR2007040801058.html?nav=emailpage">4 Years After Hussein's Fall, Regret in Iraq</a>Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-82331555303560864422007-04-14T13:40:00.000+02:002007-04-16T02:32:25.899+02:00Thinking Blogger Award<a href="http://www.thethinkingblog.com/2007/02/thinking-blogger-awards_11.html"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Di1HzTLtBlM/Rc-wKuLrACI/AAAAAAAAAho/NaCQ1Wu2bmA/s400/thinkingblogger.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Di1HzTLtBlM/Rc-wKuLrACI/AAAAAAAAAho/NaCQ1Wu2bmA/s400/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></a><center></center>Gosh! I’ve been tagged for <font color=red><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thinking Blogger Award</span></font> by my dear friend <a href="http://westofmars.blogspot.com/">WestofMars</a>! This is first time I’ve been tagged and what situation makes even stranger is that she tagged me for my Thursday Thirteen posts BUT after regular 10 weeks of TTs I’ve made pause in my posting because I’m swimming in my Faculty obligations. And I really don’t like TTs like <i>"For this Thursday I prepared 13 randomly chosen numbers!"</i> Well otherwise I’d might be tagged for complete opposite Award LOL<br /><br />OK, now according to rules I have to pick 5 other bloggers /posts which I found very thoughtful and this will be quite hard (only 5!);OK I’m helping myself and I’ll exclude all non-English blogs (Поздрав свима! Saludos a todos!) <br /><br />First I'd like to nominate my friend <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=77901824&MyToken=4523154e-3be1-4fb5-8265-d75bf3efe369ML"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Shanna</span></a> (I’ve mentioned her in one of my TTs). I don’t know where to start really; She is one of few blogging friends on the (far) East and every morning when I check my e-mail I have small hope that I’ll find in my inbox message with subject: <i>"New Blog Post from Shanna"</i> and she often fulfill my wish :-) Then I run in the kitchen to prepare my first morning cup of coffee and savouring it slowly with Shanna’s adventures in Nepal! Yep, <i>Miss Shanti</i> is in Nepal teaching English and making music (I guess that is Nashville’s inheritance) but also makes magnificent observations (and photographs) about Nepalese culture, tradition, cuisine, mentality and again thru all that analysis of American society and it’s influence. <br />I'm so grateful cause I have such a friend!<br /><br />Then comes someone who is guilty as charged for I'm having my own blog: my dear friend <a href="http://morsiereads.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">morsie</span></a>! I was reading her fabulous blog with all those reviews and thinking how vividly I remember some of my favourites reads or some events or, whatever and realized that I don’t at all! I do remember the feeling, the emotion but what caused that feeling ... nope. So I decided to start writing my emotions so that I could preserve them. And I never expected I’ll be hooked this much! Thanks K!<br /><br />Now someone whose blog I have to stop reading! LOL Whenever I visit (and that is very often!) <a href="http://lotusreads.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">lotus</span></a>’s blog my book wish list becomes bigger and bigger and bigger or I’m starting manically to search if there is any title available and OF COURSE there aren’t because (and I don’t know how???) <i>lotus</i> is amazingly up to date with stuff she reads! Sometime I think authors are sending one copy to her before the book appears in bookstores and I could totally understand this and if you read her reviews you’ll know why? Since she is (in her own words) <i>”daughter of the tropics now living in the Great White North”</i> personally I like the most her posts about her spicy homeland's culture ...<br /><br />And look what my friend <a href="http://zmrzlina.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Zmrzlina</span></a> would do if she had a million dollars! <i>Zmrzlina</i> is someone who introduced me with the internet community where I have found my best virtual friends (also nominated here); she doesn’t post on her blog often (probably because she is sending postcards like a lunatic and doesn’t have enough time for blogging LOL) but it always thrills me when I see new post on her ice-creamy blog :-)<br />Oh I so wish she has a million dollars! <br /><br />And of course I’d like to nominate <a href="http://westofmars.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">WestofMars</span></a> (I’m not breaking the rule with this right?). Just look at her Thursday Thirteens (and not only TTs). How often you meet a writer (real one) who is sharing process of writing with you? And moreover includes you (in every personal way) in that process; you’re giving comments although beware! If you’re bad she might put you in the book!!!<br />Every Thursday you’re getting new episode of your heroes … it reminds me (WoM don’t become conceited!) of great Russian novelists who were writing their masterpieces (like “War and Piece”) in numerous small parts which were published in newspapers. On the other hand it reminds me of "Misery" (the movie) so WoM pay attention what you’re doing with your characters, some crazy fan might find you …<br /><br /> Here are the rules, for you newly tagged<br /><br /><i>How participation works:<br /><br />1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think. <br />2. Link to <a href="http://www.thethinkingblog.com/2007/02/thinking-blogger-awards_11.html">this post</a> so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.<br />3. Optional: display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote.</i>Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-53269249172286904582007-03-24T23:53:00.000+01:002007-03-25T15:30:32.607+02:00Iraq in Fragments<center></center><strong>Iraq In Fragments <br />by James Longley</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RgWuOBanCrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9lZOxeSDNO4/s1600-h/iraq+VELIKIa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RgWuOBanCrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9lZOxeSDNO4/s320/iraq+VELIKIa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045630513459956402" /></a>I watched at <a href="http://www.freezonebelgrade.org/cms/item/home/sr.html">Free Zone</a> Film Festval another amazing film:<br /><a href="http://www.iraqinfragments.com">Iraq In Fragments</a> by James Longley<br /><br />This is breathtaking portrait of lives of ordinary people in Iraq after aggression and one of the most noticeable consequence that can be seen is that indeed Iraq is fragmented. <br /><br />In first part (fragment) we see painfully lonely 11 year old fatherless boy who works in garage whose owner ‘owns’ the boy as well. This man at first shows some kind of “love” in his own rough way and a boy is giving him a tribute how he is actually kind to him in one very moving way while we are looking how the owner is shouting at the boy and use him and hitting him with … something. We are listen conversations between adults how they think whole this war is because of the oil; how Americans ended Saddam’s regime and now they live under “100 Saddam”<br /><br />In the second fragment, south with Shias majority we are seeing their pre election campaign and how they (Shias) are vigorously prosecute new Islamic revolution with horrifying arrests because of selling alcohol. One of the arrested said (screamingly in despair with bounded hands and with covered eyes) “My eyes were covered and hands bounded during Saddam and now, now again!!! Why!?!? Why?!?” It’s a rising of new “Saddamism” or more likely something much worse.<br /><br />In third fragment, we see pious Kurdish man whose hope is that Kurds will finally get their country and independence. He knows he’s close to death (and decided to dedicate those days in praying in the mosque) but he is hoping that his children will breathe air in their country, Kurdistan. He knows that Kurds, Sunnis and Shias will never live in peace in the same land.<br /><br />After the projection guests were Veljko Đurović (cameraman for Sky News, Reuters etc) and lady (I can’t remember her name at the moment, sorry) who came back in Belgrade recently after two years in Iraq working with some international organizations. Interesting thing is that both of them are saying how Iraqis are one of the most hospitable people in the world; Reporter said that he has worked on so many battle fields in last decade in every corner of the world but he never met people so kind in spite the fact the bombs are falling constantly. Lady (guest) has told us how women from her class have risked their lives to go and buy cake in other part of the town for her Christmass.<br /><br />Also in the film you can barely see woman. It should be stressed that Iraq was one of the most liberated countries in Middle East. Few years ago women were free to go in University in mini skirt and actually life style was not so different comparing with Europe or USA. Now the situation is completely different. You cannot see that image anymore.<br />Of course people are in despair and they have enemy (Saddam is dead). And that despair have united them and (and this is probably worst consequence) has changed them.<br /><br />People with millenniums old tradition, with customs with dignity, have been invaded by forces that have shown no interest in their customs, in their tradition, which have shown no respect in whom they are and where they came. They have been invaded by endless ignorance. And lack of respect is often worse than so many other things. To honorable people word is stronger weapon than a bullet.<br />Invaders often ask themselves “Why they hate us?” and the answer is “Because you don’t respect them”. <br /><br />So of course they have changed under these circumstances, they become less hospitable and become sadder, more disappointed, angrier, more radical. Yes disappointment, sadness, anger is making fertile soil to fanaticism. And that is real threat. Country has been fractured irreparably. Boy from the beginning of the film said:<br /><i>"Once it was so beautiful… now it’s not beautiful anymore …<br />I was dreaming when I grow up I will work; I’ll learn how to work and be independent. Then I started to work and keep dreaming how I’ll work when I grow up for my family and have one good life. I’m working, but I’m not dreaming anymore"</i><br />Those are words of 11 year old kid! How can you kill ability of dreaming to a kid? How can you do that and not be responsible? And be so ignorant?<br /><br />That old Kurdish man said one story:<br /><i>"Two men are wrestling and one spectator asks another: <br />- What do you think, who’ll win? On whose side is God?<br />And the other one replies:<br />- God is always on the winner’s side"</i><br /><br />That is not God I believe in.<br />(today is 8th anniversary of NATO aggression on my country)Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-45872680447682895022007-03-16T11:10:00.000+01:002007-03-16T11:29:19.843+01:00Red Hot Chili Peppers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RfpvhN8Yr5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/cix1Qu59r4I/s1600-h/RHCP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RfpvhN8Yr5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/cix1Qu59r4I/s320/RHCP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042465349263994770" /></a><br />Yeah! I’m one of those lucky people who own ticket for <a href="http://www.redhotchilipeppers.com/">RHCP</a>’s concert 26th June at Greenfest in Inđija, Serbia!<br /><br />This is one enormous THANK YOU! to Jelena and Marina who waited yesterday in the line from 11am ‘till 6pm to buy the tickets. They were so sweet and didn’t want to call me so that we could wait in shifts while I didn’t have a clue what are they doing. I just received phone call when everything was over.<br />Thank you girls!Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-84731087244423420562007-03-13T23:00:00.000+01:002007-03-13T23:53:05.689+01:00If on a winter's night a traveller<center></center><span style="font-weight:bold;">If on a winter’s night a traveller<br />Italo Calvino</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rfcfmt8Yr3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zSucGZ6pSFA/s1600-h/kalvino.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rfcfmt8Yr3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zSucGZ6pSFA/s320/kalvino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041533057892921202" /></a>This is my February book for <a href="http://cafe-books.blogspot.com/2006/11/2007-tbr-challenge-participants-list.html">2007 TBR Challenge</a>.<br /><br />WOW what a strange book! <br />I mean, have you ever thought about how huge your reading passion is? To be honest I didn’t. Of course I love to read and on question <i>"Without what you can imagine your life?"</i> my answer always includes books but what would you do (not in literally of course) to find your missing book and to heal your reading fever? I’m not sure I ever felt that agonizing reading fever… until now. I know sounds silly but let me explain:<br /><br />Of course when you enjoy enormously in book you’re reading you’ll finish it in one swallow and maybe (probably) reread some of its parts or entire book; maybe you’ll copy some quote in your special notebook and memorize them etc. and that is I guess normal destiny after meeting right book with right reader. But imagine this situation: You’re reading one of the best books you've ever read and you’re aware of that fact so you’re eating, drinking, breathing pages, one after another; film is rolling in your mind, you thinking about surprise on the next page and you’re running to see what is behind the corner and then … nothing… blank wall, no streets, no cars, no people, no nothing … blank page…. OK maybe this is printing error, maybe after that blank page the story will continue … imagine that state of mind: no rereading, no quotes, no following of your new friends destiny. You’re feeling cheated. Isn’t that horrible? Oh it is, it is...<br />And this book is about that sudden emptiness you’re feeling and that desperate search to find next page. And yes, the main character is “You” (dear reader), and yes precisely you are feeling tachycardia and yes your blood pressure is rising in that dark, surreal chase ... for a book (imagine this!) <br /><br />This postmodern novel is some sort of reader’s nightmare, always in search for your book or women (or both), or feeling writer’s agony. This book is from time to time dark, totally surrealistic, and breathtakingly inventive. Did I mention that “You” are the main protagonist?<br /><br />With its 260 pages some might think it’s easy, light read but no, not easy read at all; sometimes you just need to rest a little bit to digest all what you eat so far (and it’s a quite menu), this book is for savoring, for letting each sentence to melt slowly on your tongue. Or that is case with me who doesn’t read several novels in the same time. However for some of you who practice that, reading this book will be, most likely, different experience. <br /><br />Here I’d like to include one quote I like very much:<br /><br /><i>”Reading is always this: there is a thing that is there, a thing made of writing, a solid, material object, which cannot be changed, and through this thing we measure ourselves against something else that is not present, something else that belongs to the immaterial, invisible world, because it can only be thought, imagined, or because it was once and is no longer, past, lost, unattainable, in the land of the dead…<br />… Or that is not present because it does not yet exist, something desired, feared, possible or impossible. Reading is going toward something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be …”</i><br /><br />9/10Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-11385401475295788982007-02-22T02:35:00.000+01:002007-02-22T03:30:23.849+01:00Thursday Thirteen #10 [Retirement Edition]<table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="transparent"><img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/milanthevet/TT-13-1.jpg"/></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: left; background: transparent;" align="left"><center><strong><br />13 things about Vagina!</strong></center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz09WHMEnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q5JTJYZKApY/s1600-h/vday2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz09WHMEnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q5JTJYZKApY/s200/vday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034167818238300786" /></a><font color=red>1.</font> OK, this Thursday will be dedicated to vagina! Now, I’m very interested about your first reaction. Is there any initial uncomfortable feeling? Or one big simple WHAT? Seriously; since I’m medical worker when I talk with my colleagues (of course if it’s in context) we are using without any problem words like: vagina, penis, erection, clitoris, penetration, sperm, vulva, uterus, …etc. and don’t even notice that ‘something might be unusual’ until we have someone who is not from our professional world. Their reaction is indeed, different which is OK I guess. It seems that genital organs are not preferable topic in general. <font color=red>2.</font> I hope it’s OK for me to talk about vagina in spite that I don’t have it - between my legs that is and I always had to try hard and sometimes be what I’m not to get one (very wrong way to conquer vagina or is a good way to conquer wrong vagina which is worse!) And now why I choose to write about Vagina?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz1ZWHMEoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Nafb6kP10bw/s1600-h/vaginamonologues.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz1ZWHMEoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Nafb6kP10bw/s200/vaginamonologues.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034168299274637954" /></a><font color=red>3.</font> Well last week I saw movie <b>V-DAY: UNTIL THE VIOLENCE STOPS</b> about the effect of <b>Vagina Monologues</b> by Eve Ensler. <br /><font color=red>4.</font> Touching and witty, one of the favourites of the Sundance festival, the film V-DAY: UNTIL THE VIOLENCE STOPS documents how Eve Ensler's Broadway hit monodrama developed into V-DAY, the international movement to end violence against women. The film by the director Abby Epstein shows emotionally charged interviews and readings by both ordinary and famous women from diverse local communities, namely, those in New York, the Philippines and Kenya (including Rosie Perez, Selma Hayek, Rosario Dawson, Jane Fonda and Lisa Gay Hamilton). These women bravely reveal their intimate experiences and join forces to break the silence surrounding abuse.<br /><font color=red>5.</font> The Vagina Monologues has been widely recognized as "a celebration of women's sexuality and a condemnation of its violation" (The New York Times) and praised as "frank, humorous and moving" (Chicago Tribune). Over eight hundred cities around the world have participated in V-Day by staging benefit performances of The Vagina Monologues.<br /><font color=red>6.</font> It is there I saw that actually saying “vagina”, “cunt”, “coño”, pička“, ...etc. can be so ’liberating’ for many women. Yes it is funny when you see on the stage some actress (or local woman) who is screaming „Vagina!!!“ on the stage and then the whole audience is joining her, but then you have to ask yourself and then it;s not funny anymore.<br /><font color=red>7.</font> This film was is to raise awereness that women are abused in so many, so incredibly many ways...<br /><font color=red>8.</font> Violence against women is deeply embodied in society we live in. It shows in different ways – through underestimating almost all that women do, insult and humiliation, making fun rituals, economic exploitation and exhausting women resources, fear and disgust over female physiological needs, viewing female body and female sexuality as something dirty and dangerous, through suppressing female body and sexuality into the silence.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz2NWHMEpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NaTair-ycbc/s1600-h/fgm3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz2NWHMEpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NaTair-ycbc/s200/fgm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034169192627835538" /></a><br /><br /><font color=red>9.</font> The most horrifying story in the movie is the story of Mrs Agnes from the Valley of Rift River who (with support of V-day Project) erected sort of asylum for girls who escape (or were banned from their families because they refuse to do) <b>female circumcision</b> or <b> Female genital mutilation (FGM)</b>. <br />Genital cutting, or excision, is a coming-of-age ritual that signifies a girl's entry into womanhood. It is accompanied by public celebrations and is often a source of pride for the girl. For some it also carries religious significance. Usually performed on girls between the ages of 4 and 12, but also on teenagers, it involves the partial or total excision of the external female genitalia. <br /><font color=red>10.</font> It is performed by a female elder using a razor, knife, or piece of glass, usually without anesthetic, while several women hold the girl down. Agonizingly painful, it robs her of sexual pleasure and frequently causes medical problems, including hemorrhaging, infection, urinary incontinence, infertility, and complications in childbirth. There are several methods:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz2d2HMEqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4L2NpBIB3Z8/s1600-h/fgm1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz2d2HMEqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4L2NpBIB3Z8/s200/fgm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034169476095677090" /></a><br />• Type I - excision of the prepuce, with or without excision of part or all of the clitoris; <br />• Type II - excision of the clitoris with partial or total excision of the labia minora; <br />• Type III - excision of part or all of the external genitalia and stitching/narrowing of the vaginal opening (infibulation); <br />• Type IV - pricking, piercing or incising of the clitoris and/or labia; stretching of the clitoris and/or labia; cauterization by burning of the clitoris and surrounding tissue;<br />Vaginas that were stitched stays with stitches until the wedding day when the husband tear them off. Or the best man takes a horn of the goat to make a passage for the husband.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz2zmHMErI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ahtx8KWEdq0/s1600-h/fgm2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz2zmHMErI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ahtx8KWEdq0/s320/fgm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034169849757831858" /></a><br /><font color=red>11.</font> And the reasons are:<br />- psychosexual reasons: reduction or elimination of the sensitive tissue of the outer genitalia, particularly the clitoris, in order to attenuate sexual desire in the female, maintain chastity and virginity before marriage and fidelity during marriage, and increase male sexual pleasure;<br />- sociological reasons: identification with the cultural heritage, initiation of girls into womanhood, social integration and the maintenance of social cohesion;<br />- hygiene and aesthetic reasons: the external female genitalia are considered dirty and unsightly and are to be removed to promote hygiene and provide aesthetic appeal;<br />- myths: enhancement of fertility and promotion of child survival;<br />- religious reasons: Some Muslim communities, however, practice FGM in the belief that it is demanded by the Islamic faith. The practice, however, predates Islam.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz5HWHMEvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SRxMZVoeVVs/s1600-h/fgmc1.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rdz5HWHMEvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SRxMZVoeVVs/s200/fgmc1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034172388083503858" /></a><br /><br /><br /><font color=red>12.</font> Of course there are loads of other types of violation toward women but this one is really even hard to imagine from this point of view. Sorry for this kind of TT but the feeling from the movie was just too strong so I had to share it with you. <br /><font color=red>13.</font> Awareness is the first step! <br /><br /><br /></td></tr></table>Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-12811949318542928092007-02-19T12:50:00.000+01:002007-02-20T01:23:34.816+01:00A Small Death Trilogy<center></center><span style="font-weight:bold;">A Small Death Trilogy<br />by Elfride Jelinek</span><br /> <br />Few weeks ago I was listening one contact radio show where the question for the audience was <i> What were your biggest disillusions in the past 2006?</i> and one girl said:<i>”One of my biggest disillusions was that I thought its easy (possible) to understand “A Small Death Trilogy”!”</i> <br />That was hilarious answer and I was laughing so hard. She was so sweet indeed!<br />... uhm ... and I’m afraid so right! <br /><br />Horribly strange and tough play ... well after all we ARE speaking about Mrs. Jelinek and whoever has read anything written by her knows what that means.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdmPwGHMEkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nWG2yZw7-wc/s1600-h/trilogija.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdmPwGHMEkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nWG2yZw7-wc/s400/trilogija.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033212115000496706" /></a><i>"A Small Death Trilogy"</i> is a drama about death of art, theatre and culture. It is a phantasmagoric-poetic picture of civilization where there is no more place for humanistic determinations. In it, contradictory ideas about individual, pretty and ugly, good and evil, love and hatred, libido and aggression, victim and crime are divided and then reunited in the final picture of death. <br /><br />Elfride Jelinek derived titles of this trilogy from Schubert songs <i>"Queen of Fairies"</i>, <i>"Death and the Girl"</i> and <i>"Traveler"</i>.<br /><br />First part is addressing of one famous actress (dead actress of course) of famous Burg Theatre; she speaks about her artistic career, focusing on problems of glory and power. She is self-loving woman who depends on her image in public and in the end we can see the essence of glory that puts masks that will be unavoidable destroyed by death. <i>”No one shall be forgotten”</i><br />In the second part (“Death and the Girl”) we can see a hunter, Snow White and the seven Dwarfs, and one of the main themes is relation between beauty and truth, matter and spirit, surface and essence, ephemerality and eternity, death and life. Hunter (death?) is extremely cold and with explicit distance he’s making very convincing feeling of existential frisson toward idea of the end of physical life. It’s a story of narcissism, claustrophobia, about emptiness of the idea “to have” upon the abyss of the idea “to be”.<br />Third part is a speech of Traveler with accent on the problems of nonafiliation, transitoriness and loneliness, where the idea of ‘road’ has been crystallized as the main, basic metaphor of life (<i>” When they erasing man, first they taking his road”</i> - I like that very much!) <br /><br />After the play on one festival recently audience was quite confused and the leading actress shared her own experience about this play, about that “theatrical something”. When she started to work on this play she was equally confused; the cast was ‘into’ the text two months before going on the stage. She even said to director “I’m not sure am I interested to work in such a play that will be understandable only to the few intellectuals or the ones who’ll pretend that they’ve understood it” but after many weeks of work she was ‘infected’. On the question “What we just saw?” she said “This is philosophic discussion about life, death, power, and not only on intellectual field but emotional as well. This is not text for drama, it’s not realistic play. One my friend, very famous film director said to me that he’s not sure if he understands the play but he loves it!”<br /><br />I don’t know, maybe it’s the same case with me. I really liked the play but describe what is all about is a million dollar question!<br /><br />8/10Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-42947046872907153452007-02-14T19:41:00.000+01:002007-02-16T15:54:27.526+01:00Thursday Thirteen #9<table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="transparent"><img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/milanthevet/TT-13-1.jpg"/></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: left; background: transparent;" align="left"><center><strong><br />13 things about 14th Feb - St Trifun’s Day!</strong></center><br /><br />You probably think that whole Christian world is celebrating 14th Feb as Valentine’s Day. Indeed we are celebrating 14th February but celebrating the Day of St Trifun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdNYvug7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bVi8ylyvbdI/s1600-h/trifun.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdNYvug7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bVi8ylyvbdI/s320/trifun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031462785666213378" /></a><font color=red>1.</font> St Trifun (just like St Valentine) has lived in third century and was killed (just as St Valentine) because he refused to give up Christianity. <br /><font color=red>2.</font> He was a poor man who kept gooses but also he had ability to cure many human and animal diseases and to liberate people from the demons. <font color=red>3.</font> That was time of Roman Imperator Gordian whose daughter Gordiana was mentally ill and the best doctors were unable to heal her. <font color=red>4.</font> One day (according to the legend) from inside her demon has spoken that no one could make him to leave Gordiana but Trifun. <font color=red>5.</font> Demon hasn’t told which particular Trifun so the emperor Gordian ordered to all Trifuns in the Empire to come in the Rome until the order reached poor goose keeper in the village Kampsada in Frigia on the Small Asia. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdNdDug7ZkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jTUrbwqBo0o/s1600-h/-+SVETI+TRIFUN+-+REZANJE+VINOVE+LOZE.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdNdDug7ZkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jTUrbwqBo0o/s200/-+SVETI+TRIFUN+-+REZANJE+VINOVE+LOZE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031467527310108226" /></a><font color=red>6.</font> When (our) Trifun has successfully healed Gordiana he earned enormous award of course but Trifun on his way home has gave all those precious presents to the poor. <font color=red>7.</font> In his village St Trifun continued to live modest life in great piety keeping gooses and healing people.<br /><font color=red>8.</font> New Roman Emperor Decius Traianus knew about the grace that was on Trifun and being huge enemy of Christianity he throw Trifun in the dungeon and tortured him. But Trifun was strong in his faith and didn’t gave up Christ. <font color=red>9.</font> On 1st February (Julian calendar) or 14th February (Gregorian calendar) year 250 St Trifun was killed.<br /><font color=red>10.</font> St Trifun is patron of the city of Kotor which is part of UNESCO World Heritage. You can see photo of the St Trifun’s church in Kotor erected in the year 809 .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdNbnug7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pyk9gTugkMI/s1600-h/kotor.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RdNbnug7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pyk9gTugkMI/s320/kotor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031465946762143266" /></a><font color=red>11.</font> There is special religious act dedicated to St Trifun on the vineyards and fields after some damage: oil from the St Trifun’s icon lamp and sanctified water have been used and sprinkle on the fields and vineyards. In Serbia St Tifun is patron of vineyards and on 14th Feb people are going to prune vine and pour over with wine to give it new strength after long winter.<br /><font color=red>12.</font> People say <i>“Trisha</i> (Trifun in affection) <i>has stabbed live coal in the soil so the snow and ice are melting”</i>. There is belief that if St Trifun’s Day is rainy coming year will be rainy and bumper year and if the day is clear the year will be arid. <br /><font color=red>13.</font>Now when I look through the window I see semi sunny day with loads of clouds (yesterday and whole last night was incredibly rainy!) so I say spring and autumn will be rainy and summer quite sunny and winter will be ... cold I guess. How good I am!? 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Economic, political and personal violence collide ferociously in this caustic comedy, shining an unforgiving light on our infuriating inability to acknowledge, identify or resist the forces that dehumanize us.<br /><br />This black comedy provokes laughter and has its own social misfits but never lets its audience forget that to murder someone, whatever the motive, is to end a warm, throbbing life. The plot is settled in a small Scottish mining town taken over by multinational corporations. Two local men, thirsty for social justice and full of revolutionary, anti globalistic spirit, kidnap an executive and plan to kill him as a political statement. With strong mask of tough revolutionars, guerilla fighters, with great ideas and their weak base, with selective „knowledge“ about revolutionary movements (with stories from the war which he heard from his granddad, the same granddad he never met); with gun in hand and total confusion in head ... those two young man are ready to make history! Thinking that killing that evil Japanese exploiter, who is not quite Japanese but maybe Dutch or even better American ... who in the end turns out to be a native son as bitter over his selling out to the invaders as his abductors are over their dead-end lives. The ideas, beliefs and hopes of these men grate, clash, combine and oppose as their own stories emerge through the play. <br /><br />This is a ton of theatrical dynamite cunningly disguised as a mere Molotov cocktail. It slips down easily and then explodes. It ransacks 20th-century political philosophies and ideologies with assurance and poses big questions: can the individual act have greater political symbolism? Is political violence ever justified? What is the difference between revolution and murder and how can you rise above apathy in a world where there is nothing left to believe in? For all its shocking violence, this is an acutely moral play.<br /><br />Maybe we have a new genre: Comedy of terrorism. This is Waiting Godot to Come – with a rifle.<br /><br />8/10Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-17120254381725267292007-02-08T10:55:00.000+01:002007-02-16T15:48:46.873+01:00Thursday Thirteen #8<table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="transparent"><img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dGdRlaosIYA/RYDvvCF7WcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HN9broO5-18/s320/a_christmas_story+copy.gif"/></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: left; background: transparent;" align="left"><center><strong><br />13 things about International Polar Year (IPY)!</strong></center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr4U-g7ZRI/AAAAAAAAACE/gn99XC8Uz40/s1600-h/international_polar_year_200.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr4U-g7ZRI/AAAAAAAAACE/gn99XC8Uz40/s200/international_polar_year_200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029104973174760722" /></a><font color=red>1.</font> I was buying post stamps and saw that the latest issue is dedicated to <i>The 2007, <a href="http://www.ipy.org/">International Polar Year</a></i>. On the stamp is portrait of great Serbian scientist Milutin Milankovic. <font color=red>2.</font> So what is actually IPY? It’s international project to promote scientific researches on one of the most unknown regions on the planet; because North and South Pole have the crucial significance for life on Earth. So scientists from around the world will initiate a new era in polar research by participating in International Polar Year 2007-2008. Working across many disciplines, the scientists will conduct field observations, research and analysis to build upon current knowledge and increase our understanding of the roles that both polar regions play in global processes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr4veg7ZSI/AAAAAAAAACM/zE-QpdQv-8w/s1600-h/0000_PolarBear_SAmstrup_640-A.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr4veg7ZSI/AAAAAAAAACM/zE-QpdQv-8w/s200/0000_PolarBear_SAmstrup_640-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029105428441294114" /></a><br /><font color=red>3.</font> Carl Weyprecht (1838-1881), scientist and co-commander of an Austro-Hungarian expedition to the North Pole during the 1870s, is credited with inspiring the first International Polar Year. Weyprecht defined the basic principles of Arctic exploration, calling for nations to establish a network of Arctic research posts and to collaborate in data collection and scientific observation. But Weyprecht died before first IPY occurred in 1882-1883. <font color=red>4.</font> Fifty years later (1932-1933) a second IPY occurred with approximately 40 countries who participated. They established numerous permanent research stations in the Arctic and prompted advances in meteorology, atmospheric sciences, geomagnetism and the 'mapping' of ionospheric phenomena that advanced radio-science and technology. <font color=red>5.</font> In 1957-1958, 67 nations were involved in the International Geophysical Year, which continued the legacy of international scientific cooperation while commemorating the 75th and 25th anniversaries of the first two International <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr5GOg7ZTI/AAAAAAAAACU/0GYE64EVmdk/s1600-h/Svalbard.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr5GOg7ZTI/AAAAAAAAACU/0GYE64EVmdk/s200/Svalbard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029105819283318066" /></a><br />Polar Years. <font color=red>6.</font> 2007 is fourth IPY but first one which will have climatic changes as priority theme which is not strange since we are confronting with Global Warming phenomenon which has its effect on the poles.<br /><font color=red>7.</font> That very sensitive balance of sun, water and ice has enormous influence on life on Earth which is raising concerns and fears since global warming will upset that fine balance. <font color=red>8.</font> There are proves of huge ice melting on both poles thanks to raising temperature of 2 degrees Celsius on planetary level since 1900. <font color=red>9.</font> That maybe doesn’t sound that dangerous but raising temperature is causing huge weather and climatic changes; with this tempo of warming ‘till the end of the century see level will be few meters higher.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr5Veg7ZUI/AAAAAAAAACc/gsn2TwEb9qM/s1600-h/BAS-10006573.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr5Veg7ZUI/AAAAAAAAACc/gsn2TwEb9qM/s200/BAS-10006573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029106081276323138" /></a><br /><font color=red>10.</font> Poles are magnificent, beautiful places where Sun is moving only by horizon; nights are few months long and the landscape is shaped by icy winds. <font color=red>11.</font> North Pole is one icy plate that floats on Arctic Ocean; constantly changeable region with fantastic creatures above and under the ice. <font color=red>12.</font> Colder, South Pole lies on the top of massive, frozen Antarctic. Average ice thickness there is more that 2200 meters. That ice is representing 90% of all ice on the Planet and 70% of drinking water. Under that icy mass (believe it or not) is world full of life! There are fishes with natural <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr5lOg7ZVI/AAAAAAAAACk/NF-AIiHq4XY/s1600-h/hi07.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/Rcr5lOg7ZVI/AAAAAAAAACk/NF-AIiHq4XY/s200/hi07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029106351859262802" /></a>‘antifreeze’ in their bloodstream; giant medusas with arms 15meters long.<br /><font color=red>13.</font> On the bottom of Antarctic’s lakes there is some sort of “gelatin” of microbiologic world and the scientists think that those communities might be very similar with life communities that have had existed on Mars few billion years ago. Therefore those icy, polar worlds could reveal us many secrets about our Planet but also about some distant worlds. 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It shows the everyday life today and memories of old revolutionaries including Castro himself. They remember the time when they risked their lives to make the dream come true. In the oral tradition, various Cubans report on oppression, violence, arrests, kidnappings, shootouts, escapes, the guerrilla fight from the mountains and the subsequent triumphant entry into Havana.<br /><br />It’s a breath taking story about one idea and its enormous value. It shows stories from the Batista’s regime and what initiated its fall. Narrators are common people, participants in revolutionary movement and as I wrote, Fidel himself. While they are telling they experience to the camera we can see their everyday activities (except Castro’s of course), where they live, how they live, what their dreams are and how they see revolution now after 47 years. <br /><br />Every one of them is very proud of what they have done and very proud of their lieder. Indeed, Castro was enormously charismatic and brave young man. His story, the way how he defended himself on the court (“History will set me free”), how he organized his return on Cuba after being banned from the island, how he fought and organized guerilla …etc. it really force you to think is it really true or he is some character from some cheep pulp fiction production? One of those who always win and the bullets are magically avoid him. Really incredible person. And to be honest I didn’t expect that kind of movie.<br />Title indicates disappointment but it hardly can be seen on the faces of those protagonists.<br />Indeed, houses where they are living are very poor, bricks in the walls can seen, kitchen accessories are kind of medieval, tables, chairs, paintings, beds, dishes, …etc. is at least 50 years old. BUT those people are happy. <br /><br />Friend asked me after projection have I saw similarity between Cubans and us 10 years ago (she saw). I haven’t because we were in despair, we had one ‘perfect’ land which was falling apart. We were deeply unhappy nation because some horrible things has been made in our name (against our will), of course horrible things has been committed on each side but somehow we were the ones who paid the biggest price (and we still are paying it). My friend told me that our ex president maybe wanted to be like Fidel (we were also under the sanctions, probably the worst sanctions in history) and that was one of the similarity she saw. Well, we didn’t love our president; on the contrary, huge majority of the population wanted end of his regime. With Cuba is different situation: huge majority supports Fidel and are very proud for what he have done. And now when I had some closer look on the Cuban history I’d be proud on that man too. <br />Of course I don’t speak about his regime after revolution but on some level I could understand how it must be difficult have America so close and be hated by American government for such a long time. It has devastating effect on life of common people (if ship sail into Cuban port it has prohibition to sail into any US port for 6 months). One young man who’s girlfriend is in Spain said “People are leaving Cuba not because of political issues but economical”. How beautifully naïve…<br /><br />At the beginning of the movie one man is telling us how he was in shock when he heard that Earth is rotating. <i>“How is that possible? How I don’t fall from the planet?”</i> The teacher said “so it said in encyclopedia”.<br />-<i>“Encyclopedia”</i> ever since that day the man was dreaming to have encyclopedia. <br />Imagine that dream? That need for knowledge and such a limited possibilities? <br />Eventually he bought encyclopedia some 15 years after that day when he received his first salary. <br />Somewhere he said <i>“The greatest treasure for young people are dreams. Person without dreams can’t be happy, and I don’t think about few pair of jeans or to have different shampoo … that can give you satisfaction maybe but will not make you happy. There is huge difference between happiness and satisfaction. The worst enemy of happiness is banality…”</i><br /><br />The price for freedom has turned out to be a high one; they admit that they do not live lives of ease, but they would not want to swap their dignified life for the banal consumerism that the United States forces on the world. Looking back on the revolution has its charm, but the upcoming battle will be more important.Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-14560766120412140392007-02-03T22:00:00.000+01:002007-03-31T01:17:33.050+02:00Black Swan Green<center></center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Black Swan Green<br />by David Mitchell</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcT6g599d-I/AAAAAAAAABg/A5v0L2WgIXg/s1600-h/black_swan_green.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcT6g599d-I/AAAAAAAAABg/A5v0L2WgIXg/s320/black_swan_green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027418527275775970" /></a>What a beautiful, beautiful novel… It’s one of the best (if not the best) coming-of-age story I’ve read.<br /><br />Story follows one year in life of Jason Taylor, 13 year old boy from Black Swan Green in Worcestershire, England. Truth, Jason who is also the narrator is hardly common 13 year old boy in the way he expresses himself; his thoughts are so beautifully composed, so full of that sophisticated humour, often with few drops of irony (which is not typical in his age) but in the same time he is sometime so naïve and experience-less; in his explanation and in the way he perceive things we can se one beautiful spotless mind. There are many sad moments which are becoming even sadder when you realize the way he seeing them in his pureness but also there are numerous hilarious moments which are even more hilarious when you look at them through his eyes (for example scene with one nice lady whom he saw accidentally (after their conversation) standing with her skirt up in a front of pissoir (I think) and her legs were hairier than his dad’s or seeing his dad naked …etc).<br /><br />By his appearance Jason is a common boy who wouldn’t raise your attention, except if he try to talk and then get stuck with his stammering on some evil <i>N</i> or <i>S</i> (depends of the day). Luckily his inner talk is so poetic and fluent even in the way he’s describing all that <i>Hangman’s</i> torture with Ns and Ss. <br />Reading about his suffer I could feel the pain of boyhood again … identifying with Jason is so easy … it seems that problems of teenage boys are universal. (No I didn’t have problems with stammering)<br /><br />Also characters who are surrounding Jason and the way he sees them is breathtaking. Oh you’ll love his friends and truly hate his enemies; and you’ll love his sister (one brilliant mind) even though sometimes he wouldn’t agree with you. There are so many beautiful portraits that is really hard to pick one. <br />However I have personal reason to pick one of those; one “crazy” old lady, one of mine favourite episodes. I’ll post part of their conversation here:<br /><br />- […]”I mean, who are your <i>masters</i>? Chekhov?” <br />- “Er … no.”<br />- “But you’ve read <i>Madame Bovary</i>?”<br />- (I’d never heard of her books) “No”<br /> Each name climbed up the octave. “Herman Hesse?”<br />- “No” Unwisely, I tried to dampen Madame Crommelnyk’s disgust. “We don’t really do Europeans at school”<br />- “ ‘Europeans’? England is now drifted to the Caribbean? Are you African? Antarctican? You <i>are</i> European, you illiterate monkey of puberty! Thomas Mann, Rilke, Gogl! Proust, Bulgakov, Victor Hugo! This is your culture, your inheritance , your <i>skeleton</i>! You are ignorant even of <i>Kafka</i>?”<br />I flinched. “I’ve heard of him.”<br />[…]<br />- Translations are incourteous between Europeans! […]Ackkk, for your schoolmasters, for your minister of education, execution is too good! Is not even arrogance! […] You English, you deserve that the government of Monster Thatcher! I curse you with twenty years of Thatchers! Maybe <i>then</i> you comprehend, speaking one language only is prison![…] <br /><center> ******* </center><br />When I’ve read that I raised my head from the book feeling so poor. Feeling was really kind of shitty and THEN, suddenly I realized that the book I’m reading is not written in my mother tongue. This probably sounds silly I know; I didn’t learn English (then I remembered Spanish too) yesterday but in that very moment I felt such an enormous joy and happiness cause I’m able, ACTUALLY ABLE to read in foreign language. All my grammar mistakes and limited vocabulary were irrelevant; I felt so ... liberated :) :) :)<br /><br />9/10Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-884653032671078822007-02-01T15:18:00.000+01:002007-02-16T15:49:00.273+01:00Thursday Thirteen #7<table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="transparent"><img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/milanthevet/TT-13.jpg"/></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: left; background: transparent;" align="left"><center><strong><br />13 things about paprika!</strong></center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcH37599d5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nodiNc223IM/s1600-h/paprika.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcH37599d5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nodiNc223IM/s400/paprika.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026571267667228562" /></a><font color=red>1.</font> Pepper (paprika) is probably the most important vegetable in Serbia and is tightly connected with our folklore. Moreover in old Yugoslavia Serbia (and Macedonia) were almost synonyms for best paprika. I wouldn’t exaggerate if I say that we have some sort of cult of paprika. <br /><font color=red>2.</font> The largest peppers-fields are on the north of the country but production is too commercialized with all that new technology and doesn’t represents tradition (or cult). More traditional way of growing pepper is on the south of Serbia. Moreover people from the south have nickname <i>paprikari</i> because of that. If you happen to be on the Serbian south at the end of the summer you’ll probably be invited by hosts to refresh yourself (I wrote about our aggressive hospitality) but also to hear eulogy about their paprika. <font color=red>3.</font> You’ll probably be totally confused by wreaths of paprika that are covering whole front/back yard; house and other objects around the house. <font color=red>4.</font> Don’t be confused, you’ve just met one very old custom in Serbia. Hand made wreaths of paprika will go in next processing into red pepper powder or chopped pepper etc. however some of those wreaths will be decoration of the house or kitchen (I have one in my ethno corner). It represents sort of mascot of this region. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcH7Lp99d8I/AAAAAAAAABE/l9fQiC_n8hI/s1600-h/paprika1a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcH7Lp99d8I/AAAAAAAAABE/l9fQiC_n8hI/s200/paprika1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026574836785051586" /></a><font color=red>5.</font> During the winter when there is extra need for vitamin C those wreaths are perfect reservoirs. Naturally dried paprika can be bought in “intact” shape and used in preparing some dishes. Therefore it’s not strange that people from the south are using term <b>red gold</b> for their paprika. <font color=red>6.</font> What is typical for this region is also <i>Paprikijada</i> (sort of manifestation dedicated to paprika and the etymology of the term lies in the word ‘Olympics’ = in Serbian “Olimpijada”) and it’s also one lovely custom: <i>moba</i>. Moba is custom where all neighbors (and other villagers) are helping one another in doing some big work. And harvest of paprika is one of those. <font color=red>7.</font> Production is actually quite huge: one wreath is approximately 10-15 kilos and after drying and powdering it’s 1 kilo. After the season one household can produce 1000 kilos of powdered paprika!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcH6W599d7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VkxvcNomG4Y/s1600-h/paprika+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BG8PM7a-xWk/RcH6W599d7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VkxvcNomG4Y/s200/paprika+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026573930546952114" /></a><font color=red>8.</font> I’ve mention that paprika has extremely significant place in Serbian folklore, so here are some recipes:<br /><br /><b>Dried Peppers Stuffed with Rice or with Beans</b><br />(this is very common dish during the Lents)<br />Wash paprika (10 pieces) and leave them in water for a while (30 min). drain off them, pull out seeds and stem pedicels. Half boil rice (250g); onion (3 bulbs) chop on thin pieces and fry on vegetable oil. Drain rice and mix with onion, add salt pepper, chopped leaves of parsley and celery, chopped olives (5 pieces) and red pepper powder. Mix all ingredients and stuff peppers with the mass and put it in greased dish. Bake 30 min.<br />(if you stuff peppers with beans; beans should be boiled previously, drain and instead of olives put walnuts and mint leaves) <br /><br /><font color=red>9.</font> Of course when I speak about pepper I cannot skip <b>ajvar</b>! In the early winter we have <i>ajvar fewer</i>: on the streets you can smell the dusky, smoky fragrance of roasting peppers mingled with the scent of fallen leaves. Stalls at neighborhood markets overflow with mounds of peppers, while village vendors lug giant sacks of the red beauties to street corners to tempt passers-by. What an image! <br /><font color=red>10.</font> In Serbia, ajvar stars as a starter or as a colorful complement to grilled meats and kabobs. Ajvar also does well alongside sturdy grilled fish like salmon or swordfish. You could toss it with spaghetti, adding olives and parmesan for a quick meal. <font color=red>11.</font> Preparation of ajvar is somewhat difficult (I’m stealing this from wikipedia), as it involves plenty of manual labor, especially for peeling. Traditionally, it is prepared in early autumn, when the bell peppers are most abundant, conserved in glass jars, and consumed throughout the year (although in most households stocks don't last up until spring, when fresh salads start to emerge anyway, so it's usually enjoyed as winter food). <br />The peppers and eggplants are baked whole on a plate on open fire, plate of a wood stove, or in the oven. Baked peppers must briefly rest in a closed dish, so that they get cooler and the flesh sets apart from the skin. Then, the skin is carefully peeled off and seeds removed. So obtained pepper is ground in a mill or chopped in tiny pieces (this variant is often referred to as <i>pinđur</i>). Finally, the mush is stewed for a couple of hours in large pots, with added sunflower oil and garlic, in order to condense and reduce the water, as well as to enhance later conservation. Salt and optional vinegar are added at the end and the hot mush is poured directly into glass jars which are immediately sealed. <font color=red>12.</font> The name ajvar comes from Turkish <i>havyar</i>, which means salted roe.<br /><font color=red>13.</font> And that's it for this week. I hope it was interesting enough. And just for the record:<br />While I was typing this TT I realized that my mouse pad has lovely photograph of red peppers! 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And this novel is his most praised work so far. It has won “Golden Bestseller” award for 2005.<br /><br /><b>The Claws</b> is novel about student protest 1996/97 against Slobodan Milosevic and his vote fraud. From time to time I almost wasn’t sure is this work of fiction or nonfiction. I participated in those events and all of them are very vividly described; night when I “tasted” tear gas for the first time in my life is here in the novel; described precisely in the way I remembered; I even imagined where he (Vidojković I guess) was standing and calculated he was some 20 meters away from me. Strange feeling indeed.<br /><br />The main character is law student at Belgrade’s University who participates in the protest fanatically; hungry; betrayed by the rest of the world; he goes on demonstrations every day and haeadlong running into the most dangerous situations, comes to term with pointless of life. But everything changes when he meets very unusual girl with cut-off eyelashes…<br /><br />The Claws speaks in new manner about student protest uncovering it till the final detail, and promoting almost impudently principle of revolutionary justice and rule that in politics and in love everything is permitted. This novel is offering that grotesque reality show of gray and carnival-whirlpooling everyday life in Belgrade in nineties with characters of flesh and blood even when they go astray on the other side of reality.<br /><br />Here we can see anger in the leading role; anger as completely natural manifestation and only defending mechanism that person can afford during those years. Each character as much as s/he’s angry on his parents or girlfriend or his friends or … whatever; everything is leading to that anger because you cannot oppose to that monster called life or world or …. Especially in such idiotic and abnormal country that Serbia used to be then.<br />(<i>”[…] AIDS is not the worst thing you can catch here in Serbia; the worst thing that might happened to you in Serbia is to live in Serbia.”</i>)<br /><br />Indeed those years were really tough and only to think about that period is scary enough! That’s why reading this novel was so déjà vu although this novel is extremely political, with very explicit political attitude (including real politicians (still active on our political scene); including late Serbian prime minister; including hint of his assassination; including hints about events which will lead to the final fall of Milosevic’s regime); written in very urban style with extremely obscene language …<br />What I like is that here there is no idealizations. Even perfect girl is not perfect (her nose and teeth aren’t quite perfect and she has no eyelashes); Ideal landscape is concrete architecture of New Belgrade; and in the end love which exists and don’t exists is actually sex (in enormous amounts) with amazing women who exists but on the other hand does she exists? <br /><br />This is modern fairytale: sex, politics, anger, beating, police torture, sex, marihuana, loyalty, revolution, alcohol, magical realism or narcotic hallucinations (?) = strange and interesting combination.<br /><br />Now I’m really not sure how will anyone who is not from this story understand this novel? Book is full of local stuff: streets, jokes, language, (existing) people, spirit and energy... It’d be very hard (if possible) to explain to someone who is not familiar with this. Poor translator ... I could imagine only with glossary twice thicker than the novel itself!<br /><br />7/10Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-32673483129607037472007-01-25T02:51:00.000+01:002007-02-16T15:49:17.250+01:00Thursday Thirteen #6<table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="transparent"><img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/milanthevet/TT-13.jpg"/></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: left; background: transparent;" align="left"><center><strong><br />13 things About Serbs from the first hand: <br />Serbian mentality through Serbian cuisine !<br /></strong></center><br /><br /><br />(Few days ago I received an e-mail from a fellow blogger and TT-er asking me to drop a few lines to a 11 year old girl who is in the hospital in Florida and that way help her to kill the boredom and speed up those slowly hours in hospital bed. Of course I was delighted and if you’d like to do the same here is the link where you’ll find Casey’s address: <a href="http://dibookblogetc.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/01/this_blogs_for_.html ">Casey in the hospital</a><br />After finishing my e-mail I realized how huge it was (I hope it wasn’t too heavy for Casey). It was about who we (Serbs) are and what do we think about ourselves and what is our brand … etc.)<br />I thought it might be interesting to share it with you ... so here it is: <br /><br /><font color=red>1.</font>Well once, Belgrade (capital of Serbia) was world widely known as <i>“City with open heart”</i> and that was perfect description. It is in our nature to doing our best so that guest may enjoy as much as possible. Hospitality is one of our greatest characteristic. We look at guest as a present from God. Of course in that time when Belgrade was “City with open heart” our wallets were full and our life was perfect, without any interruptions. We could buy everything we needed; travel everywhere, after all Yugoslavia was the richest country in communistic block but also richer then some western European countries such as Spain, Portugal or Ireland. <font color=red>2.</font> And then shit started to happens and we became little more different nation. We were mad because injustice, blind to see our role in that mess, we were convinced by TV how that same world who was enjoying few years ago in City with open heart is hating us now (on the other hand that same world wasn’t try with anything to show us how that is not true) and after some terrible years eventually we became xenophobic, closed, indignant, hurt…nation. <font color=red>3.</font> But fortunately we can’t fight against ourselves too long and since that wasn’t our natural state we started transformation in our real shape. It is slow process but constant. So, how would typical Serbian family host guest from abroad? <br /><br /> <font color=red>4.</font> <b>“This cannot be found anywhere else!”</b> is the most frequent comment Serbs level at their foreign guest at the dining table as they pore over piles of food. If you happen to be in our hospitable home, do not be surprised by our culinary aggressiveness; Serbs sincerely believe there is no place where so sumptuous food is to be had but at their homes and that you, being lean have just escaped hunger in your own country. This is why we will do our utmost to serve you food and demonstrate the originality of the Serbian cuisine, which in point in fact does not exist in the shape we would like to (or believe to).<br /><br /> <font color=red>5.</font> The grill, for instance comes from the Arab countries, while “ćevapčići” (a cylinder shaped piece of grilled meat) Turkey and further back from Persia. The Njeguska smoked ham is a close relative of the one from Parma, but is not eaten here with the melon (we are terrified by the mere prospect) as is done in Italy. As regards lamb meat, it is roasted on a spit and is as good as or perhaps even better than in Greece. Spaniards and Italians believe very young pork meat barbecued in this way to be their own specialty. The beans have come to us from America and the famed Dragačevo trumpet players (Guča-the favorite place for all strangers as well as for us) may be said to be a younger offshoot of Mexico’s mariachi. What then is it that makes the Serbian cuisine so special?<br /><br /> <font color=red>6.</font> Surely the fact that in just two-three hours drive you may depart from the Levantine and Oriental cuisine domain and enter a region known for its Central European gastronomy-Vojvodina (part of Serbia where I live). After a mere twenty or so minute drive across the Sava River, in Zemun and Pančevo you may be offered dumplings, shufnudle, shtrukle, mlinci, ćušpajz, melšpajz, goulash and Hungarian perkelt, as well as strudel with poppy seeds, ground walnuts or raisins-a cuisine we inherited from the Austro-Hungarian Empire. <font color=red>7.</font> Instead of Serbian proper spritzer (wine and soda water), here we drink gemischt (wine and mineral water) and in Montenegro-bevanda (wine and tap water). <font color=red>8.</font> Going southward, in just a few hours we would make it to the Mediterranean culinary waters with fish, seashells, olive oil, intensely-flavored and scented goat cheeses, in short all the characteristics the culinary civilizations of the neighboring Mediterranean countries rest on.<br /><br /> <font color=red>9.</font> But what is then the Serbian brand? Slivovitz? Hardly so, it is made also (albeit not as good as it is here) by Hungarians, Bulgarians and some other nations, while Germans still hold the old license to export throughout Europe our “prepečenica” (high-grade plum brandy known also as Slivovitz).<br /><br /> <font color=red>10.</font> There are just two things left that no one else in the world has: <b>“kajmak”</b> and another item but about them later. Just as no one was able to find, not in New York, not in Paris, not in Rome-seashells called “prstaci”, found stuck to underwater rocks, the same applies for “kajmak”, which is skimmed from just obtained and boiled milk and which bears no resemblance to young cheeses such as mozzarella or sour cream. I cannot think why, but even cattle breeders from the most remote areas of Georgia, on the Caucasus or Tibet have not thought of kajmak. Why Serbs were the ones to invent it still remains a secret; a secret of the same order is harbored by our people living around the world, people who can afford to buy anything they want except kajmak. Their longing for this dairy product is such that friends and relatives bring kajmak to them, even if they live in the most distant cities of the world. My friend has, like some drug smuggler carried through strict customs control at the Kennedy Airport in New York this precious foodstuff. As it is strictly forbidden to bring in any type of foodstuffs to the United States, he packed kajmak in big round boxes of “Nivea” cosmetic cream, so that US customs officers looked at my friend rather contemptuously as being a member of the gay-community. But, what joy when my friend’s relatives spread kajmak from Čačak (city in Serbia) on slices of New York bread!<br /><br /> <font color=red>11.</font> And finally, another thing we could certainly get rich on if we exported it <b>Inat</b>. <br />I don’t think the Anglo-Saxons have an adequate term for inat. Well, I looked at the Great Dictionary where it states: <u><i>”Deliberate, provocative behavior against someone’s will; defiance, quarrel, wrangling.”</i></u> Actually it is something which you will do even if you clearly realize that it will be on you own damage (maybe precisely because of that fact you will do that!). What is most interesting is that it was the Turks, whose term this is that first observed this trait among the Serbs. Later, the rest of the world, owing to our inat, either hated or loved and admired us to excess. <font color=red>12.</font> In brief, this word is at the very essence of our being; it was responsible for our rebellions and uprisings, why we went to war more often than other nations (including all wars since 13th century ‘till today); inat was the reason why we quarreled with others, but mostly with ourselves. So it seems that inat is the main internationally recognizable Serbian brand name!<br /><br /> <font color=red>13.</font> Oh, well I hope now you have little more clearer picture about us. Maybe now you think that we are much crazier than you thought at first. We care our inat (the characteristic which would probably be abandon from any normal country) like a flag and worship it like something holly, we take a risk to smuggle little box of food, dairy product even if we know how we could easily get stuck into a jail or earn permanent embargo to entrance to some foreign country, for us joy of our friends while kajmak is melting in their mouths is much important then some sanction. …and so on…<br /><br /><br />PS<br />Sorry if I don’t reply right now but here is 4-5 am so I have to go in bed (look the clock on the left)<br /><br /><strong>Links to other Thursday Thirteens!</strong><br />(leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)<br /><br />::::: <a href="http://www.crossandquill.com/journey">Cheryl</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12778191943289129869">Susan Helene Gottfried</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12323941603495204996">Tisha</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/22254128">Raggedy</a> ::::: <a href="http://thememesection.com/">Frances</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15445729">Friday's child</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475969208945918635">Celfyddydau</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/8376368">karen!</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/27722294">Sanni</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10945088220058417541">factor 10</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910919508996307906">annie</a> ::::: <a href="http://crazedmom.net/WordPress">nancy</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01685193507251476598">momtoanangel</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948264084683014595">Incog & Nito</a> ::::: <a href="http://lotusreads.blogspot.com/">lotus</a> :::::<br /><br /><center><a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com">Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!</a><br /><br /><br />The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. 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That made me think about society in which I live? I know ‘sexual minorities’ are very unwelcome here and I wasn’t surprised when I heard about discrimination upon them. <font color=red> 2.</font> Actually that has historical roots here. Namely we were under Ottoman yoke almost five century and one of the practices typical for Ottomans were taking young boys for their sexual adventures. That’s why homophobia and homo-antagonism is very strong here. It’s almost genetically! <br /><font color=red> 3.</font> But somehow I supposed that huge majority doesn’t express publicly their sexual orientation. I don’t know anyone who is homosexual here (and I know lots of people). Few years ago first (and the last) Gay Pride has been transformed into massacre: bunch of opponent soccer fans were united (for the first time) to “destroy sickness” as they said. It was horrible indeed but I wasn’t surprised at all. It was stupid decision to organize Gay Pride here, I mean they must’ve known where they live!<br /><font color=red> 4.</font> But in spite that I believed this is tolerant society and that discrimination is only some isolated excess. But while I was listening that radio show I couldn’t believe what problems people have. One guy after admitting he’s gay was tortured in his own family, he had to move in different town but couldn’t finish high school because no one wanted him (he didn’t want to hide his sexual orientation). Problem was solved after intervention of one NGO. <br /><font color=red> 5.</font> Another case was with women who wanted to donate blood; she was filling one questionnaire and said YES on the question <i>”Have you ever had sexual intercourse with the person of your own gender?”</i>. They didn’t want to take blood from her. Again, after intervention of one NGO that question has been dropped out that questionnaire.<br /><font color=red> 6.</font> I remembered reaction of my army mates when they found out that I’m reading book where the main character is homosexual: they couldn’t believe it. Now when I think even use words “gay” and “homosexual” instead of “faggot” is gay!<br /><font color=red> 7.</font> Also what made me speechless was other questionnaire where high percent of people was replying that s/he would refuse blood for physically handicapped person. I couldn’t believe that!<br /><font color=red> 8.</font> Of course there is discrimination against people suffering from AIDS and HIV positive (although that are “only” 560 registered at the moment)<br /><font color=red> 9.</font> Perfect “model” according to the guests of that radio show is for example: 45 years, male, married, two-three children, heterosexual, Serbian, Orthodox Christian. If you are all that except married (without children) something must be wrong with you (you are heterosexual!). Worse situation is if you are a woman. Even being atheist might be cause for discrimination! <br /><font color=red> 10.</font> To be honest I do thing there is exaggeration here. Maybe that’s even good marketing move since if you put few drops of exaggeration in your story you’ll provoke stronger emotional reaction. <font color=red> 11.</font> Of course there is the fact that I’m not moving in those illiberal, intolerant circles so I don’t see things from right perspective. But I’m sure something dangerous and evil like this wouldn’t slip by me just like that. I’d noticed them for sure.<br /><font color=red> 12.</font> Interesting and very positive thing is that participants on that conference were includes members of several parliament parties! For the first time some of those has expressed their opinion about this issue (until now they were running away from “sexual” question like the devil from the cross). Of course in Sunday we have parliament elections so this has everything with it! But anyhow I think it is quite positive move.<br /><br /><font color=red> 13.</font> And last thing I wanna say has nothing with previous 12 but I had to include it. My dear friend <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=77901824">Shanna</a> is going today in Nepal for four months to do some good and noble work in a middle school. Wishing her safe voyage and lovely time! Hugs Shanna!!!<br /><br />PS<br />Sorry if I don’t reply right now but here is 4-5 am so I have to go in bed (look the clock on the left)<br /><br /><strong>Links to other Thursday Thirteens!</strong><br />(leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)<br /><br />::::: <a href="hhttp://dibookblogetc.typepad.com/my_weblog/">Di</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654573008006116939">Morgen</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12778191943289129869">Susan Helene Gottfried</a> ::::: Janet ::::: <a href="http://doamw.blogspot.com/">Andrea</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714537622409205603">JohnH985</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777861759412225335">Titanium</a> ::::: <a href="http://zeusexcuse.blogspot.com/">Zeus</a> ::::: <a href="http://silverpools.net/">Silver</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948264084683014595">Incog & Nito</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367131116081742274">ChupieandJ'smama</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692328029597964233">Busy91</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234529237903300793">karen</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183455435295563991">Kukka-Maria</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277424691583381317">scooper</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129430103692307989">pj</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/27072063">Kimo & Sabi</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229700695647030330">Jenn I Am</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930867710215940193">Janie Hickok Siess, Esq.</a> ::::: <a href="http://spyscribbler.blogspot.com/">spyscribbler</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095783">Taconcubano</a> ::::: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081192215823615529">Lotus</a> ::::: <br /><br /></td></tr></table>Milan-zzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456983404558237912noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898736780985062312.post-67751092937137071702007-01-12T17:18:00.000+01:002007-01-17T13:03:30.484+01:002007 TBR Challenge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/121/282630371_574d385b6d.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/121/282630371_574d385b6d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>OK I decided to jump in this train after I saw post about tbr-traveling on <a href="http://lotusreads.blogspot.com/">lotus's</a> blog!<br />Pick 12 books - one for each month of 2007 - that you've been wanting to read but haven't gotten around to and that's the only rule. Thanks <a href="http://cafe-books.blogspot.com/">Miz Books</a> for idea! Here is the link for <a href="http://cafe-books.blogspot.com/2006/11/2007-tbr-challenge-participants-list.html">Challenge</a> if you'd like to join<br /><br />And to be honest I had quite problems to pick 12 titles from my Himalayan TBR.<br />Since I NEVER know which one will be my next read (it’s always totally accidental) I’m pretty sure I’ll not follow the order from the list:<br /><br /><img style="float:right;" src="http://booksense-stores.booksense.com/images/books/94/92/FC0871139294.JPG">Since I have Himalayan TBR I’ll have to start from Himalayas with <font color=red>1-<span style="font-weight:bold;">The Inheritance of Loss</span></font> by Kiran Desai. This was SO wanted book and my expectations are quite high!<br /><br />Let’s stay in India for a while with 2-Manil Suri and <font color=red><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Death of Vishnu</span></font>. This novel is on my TBR for ages! Truly I don’t know why/how I was skipping it all this time. I really love debuts…<br /><br /><img style="float:left;" src="http://www.audioeditions.com/covers/E4W989s.jpg">Now we’ll go little on the north, in Afghanistan. Nonfiction 3-<font color=red><span style="font-weight:bold;">My Forbidden Face</span> (Growing up under the Taliban: A Young Woman’s Story)</font> by Latifa. Author was 21 when the book has been published and is using pseudonym for security reason. It says this is like a contemporary Anne Frank this book is an extraordinarily powerful account of a teenager’s life under terrible circumstances and a celebration of the resilience of human spirit. I’m only hoping this is n