The Set is Closed

Off to new pastures.. I think it's time to say goodbye.

Goodbyes never really hurt; it's simply time.

Hopefully I have managed to entertain and kindle, and - on the way - I convinced myself I can write prose - moreover, write like I have a brain.

My mail for the time being remains the same.

Co-Op

Well, I've just offered a friend to join in posting. Or - another suggestion is that we start a new i page. Figured wonders could be done.

Nah, but seriously - I do believe in the power of public word. It must be because I've just finished watching bits of EdTV again.

One of my more immature ideas is to watch the world in spare time, intelligently, and build a reputation of public statements and denouncements.

Funny, puerile, dangerous? Yes. They thought the same of K. Marx.

And Good Luck

I won't deny I was always rather good in burning bridges. But - how only natural to go for pastures new!

It is a feat to have the ability to finish something - be it education or a project - but there is definitely a point when you start learning too little. (It would be simply stupid to say stop learning.)

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Yesterday I had a conversation with a youngster and I told him he reminded me of my hometown, of the simplicity and innocence - but that that was both good and bad. He shied away and expressed hope he would remain so.

I refused to push it any further, but a frank reply would have been: If so, in five year's time that will be as sure a sign of imbecility as being cross-eyed.

Juncture

Well, continued with H. last night. Another extremely clever remark, but perhaps indeed so, is that a dasain - or sth like that in bloody German (human being) - cannot but think in potentials.

And for real, can we avoid imagining ourselves in a year, if only we got that new job? Although not quite the same, this is something I had very much in mind when writing my latest piece (it's just that this is implicitly there, now indeed brought to consciousness, with an additional step forward).

My poem declares being mature includes - if not realizing much of potential - then definitely dividing the 'immature potential.' I.e., it is not enough to daydream but to know whether this makes any sense but grandiose indulgement.

To quote Goethe: There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.

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What's it to you? Well, you are on the wrong page. I write for coevals.

Anhelz

One of better realms of existence, as Buddha has it, is for sure the feeling that simply - all is well (his 'ingenious' advice is to avoid the unpleasant ones). I've just secured myself employment for the next year and am enjoying my newly found free time and inklings of boredom.

But - not only that. Life in memories for instance is condensed, but as I once wrote to a friend: 'The days in Dubrovnik are wonderfully slow. I just don't give a shit about anything and try to gently tease the ones I talk to, if there is need to talk,' and it is a real art to have the ability to enjoy this. One of my more controversial theories is that the war in ex-Yu partly started because people wanted change.

So, tonite I'm off to hear the Vienna Boy Choir. Of course, I have a joke ready.
'But I want them in blue navy uniforms!'
'Well, on the poster they are wearing them!'

Hope all is going well for you too.

Orwell

Got a friend in Dubrovnik who spent three years collecting paperwork and finding investors for establishing a local radio station, from scratch.
He did indeed succeed, was editor-in-chief for six months, and then declared he had made far too many a compromise and left. The radio operates to this very day.

Now, me being a real lousy boss, discussed back then managing labour force with him. His approach is that you have to issue simplest possible orders, like: you, that chair, now - over there; while I championed a more humanist attitude of: I let them run around and sometimes they surprise me.

Of course, both can be successfully applied but you have to know when. However, he was essentially right: governing rests on large numbers.

And then the clever ones, of course, protest.

In a Land of the Blind..

I've decided to treat myself with little haphazard formal schooling in philosophy. In Rijeka, I got a slim booklet on Heidegger.

It is indeed easy to see why the man should be at the same time considered a fake and a thinker.

As all ideas called great are actually simple, perhaps the true virtue being their simplicity and correspondingly - their elegance, H. seems to have devoted a few pages to the problem of authenticity.

It is thus often claimed people wear masks, but this 'philosopher' does not equate authenticity with spontaneity. Indeed, someone's approach can be to be careful, for example. Accordingly - people are always authentic.

Nothing simpler. His story is interesting as well as his 'being in time' is in a philosophical system. Presumptuous, but brave.

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A flash of light, an hour whiled away, one man's thought. Tell me more.

So, Oz

Ahm back. Not for long - it's Budapest next weekend and the following two days, but I've finally managed to relax a bit. Just like love, stress is something you cannot miss when under. Slightly difficult to imagine.

In our daily search for brains, heart and courage - it is often we forget to interpret the Wizard of Oz. If you remember, the heros get to have their mystery disentagled - I kinda imagine death as something of the sort - they get to see the Wizard behind all the levers - a frightened old man.

Supposing you are sane enough, it is easy to see our presidents in much the same position. Therefore, the right position would be, as much as I like rabid criticism - the one of trying to help them.

'Tis pity a yokel does not admit that he is wrong when shown so, but it's just one of the rules.

Back to Class

Two things: I have been on the road now for almost two weeks, teaching basic industrial software things.
Although by vocation I am a teacher and was trained in basic pedagogy and didactics, I think I model my presentations more on good lectures I have heard.
I sometimes joke on my intelligence and entertainment skills and refer to them as my magic, and the act really works; I have indeed reaped some comments to the effect that I am agreeable and even one of short.concise.bravo!, but I do receive about 10% negative feedback. I do reckon this is normal, a source of improvement, but also of meditation how this will always be so and that all solutions are - imposed.

Never mind my crazy leaps. Otherwise, I shall try to regale by the observation that, having seen my Rijeka colleagues working in Zagreb, and now a young Frenchie who I spent two hotel days and evenings with, I now have to adjust my juvenile projection of what a businessman is. It seems I am one of them!

And Response

But not Marko.

It is true that the more interesting comparison of humans to children is the one of God's children, but the more quotidian is definitely the Jungian.

- Oh, this man is so inconvenient. Let's hope he goes away.

Why is it that people opt for silence when faced with criticism? Is it only this part of the world?

Both the already mentioned portal people and these critical ones whose idea of fun seems to be riding a bike, hooking up, drinking a soda and wasting some time loudly shouting, adopt the ostrich principle.

Yes, I did try bugging them, but they refuse to consider it might be their fault.