CoqTail

OK, I have a Palm-based PDA but I don't use it a lot - the truth is, I use online calendar service to keep all my dates and contacts (in case that I forgot my address book, I can always go online and look it up). The calendar can be exported as Ical feed.

The idea is: to get the feed and parse it using Perl ical library and update Palm's DateBook PDB file with the new information and sync everything back.

Labels: idea, palm, perl, software

Soo... long time, no blog! this post is probably very late but I decided to write something about my Xmas and New Year celebrations this year. As my parents have the biggest place to fit us all, they decided to host the traditional Christmas Eve dinner, when, according to the tradition, '12 dishes should be served for each month of past and coming year and one place at the table should be left free; as when a stranger, cold and lonely would knock to the door, he should not be denied the place at the table'. So much for the custom - at our dinner there were only (!) about 11 dishes (hail to my mom, sister and her mother-in-law, without them it wouldn't be possible) but it was a full house - there was 10 people (not counting my sisters little baby, due on that very day!) and there was no place at the table left for anyone else! :-)

The number of presents under the christmas tree was so huge that we had problems to fit them there too! but I guess everyone was pretty happy. The dinner lasted for more than 5 hours and I have to say it was great. This year my dad spared us some hearing cells and decided not to play the violin and sing christmas carols - we listened to CDs instead.

On 25th and 26th of December (which in Poland are both christmas days - we just love those holidays!) we were mostly eating and drinking: at first at my sister's parents-in-law and at my aunt & uncle's place. My cousin Szymon flew back from Ireland to spend these holidays with his family and it was great to see him again after more than 3 months since his wedding in September.

The week between christmas and new year's eve was mostly partying and visiting friends - a grand time if you ask me, exactly as planed earlier, haha! the new year's party was at one of my friend's place and it was also great: we did some karaoke, drunk, danced, drunk more and had great food with a pig, roasted especially for us for this particular occasion. At midnight we had a great panorama all over the city where we could see great firework show.

I have to say that I love to come back home for christmas and new year's. There is no better place for that! :-D

Labels: christmas, home, poland, vacation

So... I'm thirty! I wonder if I should care about that too much. Or should I? haha!

to the sounds of 'En Attendant Coustau' by JM Jarre is like swimming with the dolphins in 'Big Blue'; like listening to the drops in a cavern somewhere deep inside the bowels of earth; like touching a stone covered in moss, early in the morning. Music is like heave raindrops, going slowly down the hairy tree bark. Feels like it washes down me, and my legs and hands and head and every other part of my body is twice as heavy, even though in theory all of that is floating in water. Water is black and all I can see is a sun, reflecting gloomily on the surface. But whenever I want to touch it, it escapes... I can feel the water moving, and I let myself carry me along with the flow. I'm on my back and I can see the black sky, full of stars. Twinking to me, they show the way, changing constellations, telling a story full of secrets. When I understand them, I close my eyes and listen how they talk to each other. The flow is touching my ears, hair, lips, like a thousand fingers, fondling. I'm lost and I know that - and still I let myself get carried away, God knows where and when - an hour? a day? a month? I'm waiting... waiting... wai... w..

After post on BoingBoing about Czech director Jan Svankmajer's surreal trilogy called "Food" ('Jidlo') I managed to watch the videos here (YouTube links are dead, you will have to download the MPEG files).

Bizarre. Disgusting. And how, in a sense, true.

Bon apetit!

The world wants me to be
up to date with
myself
the world itself
future that will or won't come
otherwise
it makes me think that I'm so retarded;
that i've missed my turn or something
worse that than that:
like my chance in life
the one that will never repeat itself
just passed and will never happen again
I will never be up to date ever again
with all these things happening
around
before
and after me
should I try to catch my own me
from the future
on every day, week, month?
today's me is not me
future me it's not me
who am I?
i don't know - anymore

I come and stand at every door. But no one hears my silent tread. I knock and yet remain unseen. For I am dead, for I am dead.

I'm only seven although I died. In Hiroshima long ago. I'm seven now as I was then. When children die they do not grow.

My hair was scorched by swirling flame. My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind. Death came and turned my bones to dust. And that was scattered by the wind.

I need no fruit, I need no rice. I need no sweet, nor even bread. I ask for nothing for myself. For I am dead, for I am dead.

All that I ask is that for peace. You fight today, you fight today. So that the children of this world. May live and grow and laugh and play.

-- Nazim Hikmet