I was not brought up to believe in God, or whatever god there might be. Many people in today's world do not go to church, I am not the only one. But even people who call themselves rational practise a belief.
In their case it is not belief in something supernatural. They (and I, too) believe in science. When you were ill in the Middle Ages, you prayed and hoped that God will help you. Nowadays, you go to the doctor and hope that she or he will help you in the same way. Like God, doctors practise an art that is impossible to understand for us, puny humans. All we can do is turn to the doctor in an unreserved trust that they will help us. And like with God, we are then frustrated and depressed when they will not.
The religion of today is the Science. There are people who try to explain the world not by the doings of God, but by what they call Laws of Nature. These laws, however logical they seem, are presented to children in schools as fact, even though they are only suggestions. Everyone should understand that what Science tells us is by no means definite. You can never tell whether in twenty years time there won't be someone who will find out that there is no such thing as DNA and that what we are like depends on how our mother felt during the pregnancy...
Saturday 27 October 2007
Friday 19 October 2007
Love?
Some people believe in various gods, some people believe in various churches (note that this is not the same), many believe in love. I don't.
Love is not a heavenly sensation. It is not a bond that would bind a couple together forever. It is not something to die for.
Love, as most of us understand it, is the emotion that we feel when we are near a person that attracts us, a mixture of happiness, sadness, passion, nervousness and sexual appeal.
Huh, how could this be called anything more than just a physical response to increased production of hormones in the body due to the natural urge to breed?
This philosophy has been adopted by me after the Relationship I had once. It certainly simplifies the life. Or it did, until I met this Man...
Funny, how you feel so much different than your philosophy allows you to feel.
He never knew how I felt about him. There are simply things you can't do. I would have thought that the feelings would go away after some time. They didn't. They never will.
Cool, another love lost.
Love is not a heavenly sensation. It is not a bond that would bind a couple together forever. It is not something to die for.
Love, as most of us understand it, is the emotion that we feel when we are near a person that attracts us, a mixture of happiness, sadness, passion, nervousness and sexual appeal.
Huh, how could this be called anything more than just a physical response to increased production of hormones in the body due to the natural urge to breed?
This philosophy has been adopted by me after the Relationship I had once. It certainly simplifies the life. Or it did, until I met this Man...
Funny, how you feel so much different than your philosophy allows you to feel.
He never knew how I felt about him. There are simply things you can't do. I would have thought that the feelings would go away after some time. They didn't. They never will.
Cool, another love lost.
Losing Friends
Losing friends is hard
Of course it breaks your heart
Suddenly you're on your own
Infinitely all alone
No-one there to share your feeling
Give you presents, help with healing
Fight battles on philosophy
Recite poems in harmony
Invite for friendly dinner
End up as a winner
Not to go mad follow this hither
Do as I tell you, my dear reader:
Simply try to stay apart
Funny little poem, is it not? I am trying to cope with a situation and I hoped a poem would help me, but it turned out to be simple and rhythmical, not cynical and dark as I originally intended. Indeed, it did help me a little - cheered me up!
Of course it breaks your heart
Suddenly you're on your own
Infinitely all alone
No-one there to share your feeling
Give you presents, help with healing
Fight battles on philosophy
Recite poems in harmony
Invite for friendly dinner
End up as a winner
Not to go mad follow this hither
Do as I tell you, my dear reader:
Simply try to stay apart
Funny little poem, is it not? I am trying to cope with a situation and I hoped a poem would help me, but it turned out to be simple and rhythmical, not cynical and dark as I originally intended. Indeed, it did help me a little - cheered me up!
Wednesday 17 October 2007
Raoul
Do you know The Phantom of the Opera, the musical? Of course you do, everyone does. I've discovered it only relatively recently, when my friend Hanka gave me the CDs. That was some three years ago and I've been phantomized ever since.
(This has happened to me only once before I was introduced to the Phantom, that I heard the music, and 'there I stood, amazed for a while'. It was with ALW's Joseph.)
But the peak of my obsession came after seeing the film, starring Gerard Butler (the Phantom every girl is hoping for deep in her heart - tall, dark and handsoom), Emmy Rossum (really young, innocent and talented Christine, and I'm saying this as someone who rarely likes a performance of an actress), and Patrick Wilson as Raoul.
Now, let me think about the role of Raoul in the musical in general terms. He does appear on stage earlier than the Phantom, but it is at a time when everyone's impatient to see the Phantom. Moreover, he is the nice guy, blond if possible, and that is not someone who women would be interested in (on stage, of course; knowing that he's a vicomt, and rich, would make him very very VERY interesting in real life).
He does make some attempt at establishing a love relationship with Christine, but the real passion is present only when the Phantom is there (passion between the Phantom and Christine, not between Raoul and the Phantom... well, not THAT kind of passion).
What about Raoul's part? He has a nice duet with Christine (a bit too long and dull when you listen to it for the hundredth time) and he sings in both Notes. And the finale, of course. All in all, his part is more prominent than that of Messieurs Firmin and Andre, Madame Giry or (gods protect us) Meg, but also far less important than that of Christine and the Phantom.
To sum darling Raoul up, he has a very unrewarding role: he sings quite a lot but no-one will remember him. And he steals Christine from the Phantom in the end, the dog. Poor existence, just the kind I love to love.
Now, Patrick as Raoul is a bit more active in the film - in the sense that he rides a horse without the aid of a saddle and plunges in water pit. However, as Notes number two were removed from the film, he does not sing as much as he would deserve (I am sure he is a great singer!). That makes his role even less rewarding. Everyone will (and does) talk about the Phantom, because you can't NOT talk about Gerry, and Emmy, because she is wonderful as Christine, but I haven't heard anyone saying: Wow, that Patrick Wilson guy was great, much more professional than the two main characters and simply amiable without any objection (unlike Gerry, as we all know). And that's not fair, because Patrick deserves praise. He got all he could from the role, which, btw, is undervalued in the first place. Clap your hands for Raoul!
Why was I writing this all? A very simple (and silly) reason. After having seen the film, I looked in the mirror and... I realized that my hair looks almost the same as Raoul's! A terrible discovery for a girl. But from that moment I feel somehow mentally connected with Raoul.
Anyway, try listening for Raoul only once - in Notes/Prima Donna, Wandering Child and in the Finale. He's cool.
(This has happened to me only once before I was introduced to the Phantom, that I heard the music, and 'there I stood, amazed for a while'. It was with ALW's Joseph.)
But the peak of my obsession came after seeing the film, starring Gerard Butler (the Phantom every girl is hoping for deep in her heart - tall, dark and handsoom), Emmy Rossum (really young, innocent and talented Christine, and I'm saying this as someone who rarely likes a performance of an actress), and Patrick Wilson as Raoul.
Now, let me think about the role of Raoul in the musical in general terms. He does appear on stage earlier than the Phantom, but it is at a time when everyone's impatient to see the Phantom. Moreover, he is the nice guy, blond if possible, and that is not someone who women would be interested in (on stage, of course; knowing that he's a vicomt, and rich, would make him very very VERY interesting in real life).
He does make some attempt at establishing a love relationship with Christine, but the real passion is present only when the Phantom is there (passion between the Phantom and Christine, not between Raoul and the Phantom... well, not THAT kind of passion).
What about Raoul's part? He has a nice duet with Christine (a bit too long and dull when you listen to it for the hundredth time) and he sings in both Notes. And the finale, of course. All in all, his part is more prominent than that of Messieurs Firmin and Andre, Madame Giry or (gods protect us) Meg, but also far less important than that of Christine and the Phantom.
To sum darling Raoul up, he has a very unrewarding role: he sings quite a lot but no-one will remember him. And he steals Christine from the Phantom in the end, the dog. Poor existence, just the kind I love to love.
Now, Patrick as Raoul is a bit more active in the film - in the sense that he rides a horse without the aid of a saddle and plunges in water pit. However, as Notes number two were removed from the film, he does not sing as much as he would deserve (I am sure he is a great singer!). That makes his role even less rewarding. Everyone will (and does) talk about the Phantom, because you can't NOT talk about Gerry, and Emmy, because she is wonderful as Christine, but I haven't heard anyone saying: Wow, that Patrick Wilson guy was great, much more professional than the two main characters and simply amiable without any objection (unlike Gerry, as we all know). And that's not fair, because Patrick deserves praise. He got all he could from the role, which, btw, is undervalued in the first place. Clap your hands for Raoul!
Why was I writing this all? A very simple (and silly) reason. After having seen the film, I looked in the mirror and... I realized that my hair looks almost the same as Raoul's! A terrible discovery for a girl. But from that moment I feel somehow mentally connected with Raoul.
Anyway, try listening for Raoul only once - in Notes/Prima Donna, Wandering Child and in the Finale. He's cool.
Wednesday 10 October 2007
What is the difference between sons and daughters?
The greatest one - sons are men and daughters are women.
(Obvious, isn't it?)
All right, the question should rather be: Why is the relationship between a mother and her son so different from the one between a mother and her daughter?
Or, to put it more specifically, why, from a certain age, do sons get on with their mothers better than daughters?
The answer to this question is hidden in the genetically encoded roles of women and men. I believe that both men and women do have some genetically encoded information that tells them, to oversimplify, whether they should be hunters or keepers of fire. Biologically, this is influenced by the amount of hormones and what not.
Now, what I am getting to is that every girl is a potential mother. She knows this (unconsciously). And her thinking is designed so as to accommodate this role.
Therefore, unlike a son, a daughter can see through her mother's tricks. That is why the tricks do not work on her, and that causes friction in the relationship.
How simple, Mrs Watson.
(Obvious, isn't it?)
All right, the question should rather be: Why is the relationship between a mother and her son so different from the one between a mother and her daughter?
Or, to put it more specifically, why, from a certain age, do sons get on with their mothers better than daughters?
The answer to this question is hidden in the genetically encoded roles of women and men. I believe that both men and women do have some genetically encoded information that tells them, to oversimplify, whether they should be hunters or keepers of fire. Biologically, this is influenced by the amount of hormones and what not.
Now, what I am getting to is that every girl is a potential mother. She knows this (unconsciously). And her thinking is designed so as to accommodate this role.
Therefore, unlike a son, a daughter can see through her mother's tricks. That is why the tricks do not work on her, and that causes friction in the relationship.
How simple, Mrs Watson.
Monday 1 October 2007
Names
Have you ever thought about how important names are in our lives?
A name is magical. Giving a name to a thing or a living creature can be thought of as taking it into possession. And that is what our mothers do. They name us and thus make us their property.
Imagine this: Once a man, a grown-up man, told me that he hated his name and that he would never forgive his mother naming him 'Nigel'.
Why, I said, 'Nigel' is as good a name as any other, because that is what I think.
You have your name and you cannot change it. It would be naïve to think that even if you have it changed officially all your relatives will start calling you by the new one. You will always be what your mother called you.
I am lucky to have a name that I like. I have to admit, though, that as a little girl, I hated it. I wanted to be Klara, Kristyna, Karolina - the were the names for a little princess. Katerina, that was a name for an ordinary girl. I hated being called Katerina, anyway. All of my friends always called me Katka.
Then, one day, I learned what the name meant. Katerina is 'pure'.
On that day, I decided to live in accord with my name.
Coming to terms with your own name should be the first step on your way to self-respect.
Girls, remember this when you become mothers.
A name is magical. Giving a name to a thing or a living creature can be thought of as taking it into possession. And that is what our mothers do. They name us and thus make us their property.
Imagine this: Once a man, a grown-up man, told me that he hated his name and that he would never forgive his mother naming him 'Nigel'.
Why, I said, 'Nigel' is as good a name as any other, because that is what I think.
You have your name and you cannot change it. It would be naïve to think that even if you have it changed officially all your relatives will start calling you by the new one. You will always be what your mother called you.
I am lucky to have a name that I like. I have to admit, though, that as a little girl, I hated it. I wanted to be Klara, Kristyna, Karolina - the were the names for a little princess. Katerina, that was a name for an ordinary girl. I hated being called Katerina, anyway. All of my friends always called me Katka.
Then, one day, I learned what the name meant. Katerina is 'pure'.
On that day, I decided to live in accord with my name.
Coming to terms with your own name should be the first step on your way to self-respect.
Girls, remember this when you become mothers.
Sunday 30 September 2007
The Wrongest Man (A Sonnet)
I am in love and I cannot help it
At the sight of him my heart skips a beat
I am in love and I cannot stand it
With the wrongest man I ever could meet
Does he know I'm alive, can he see what I feel?
Shall I tell him about my love or what?
Imagine just how that would make him feel!
Surely I'm not such an idiot!
By no means can I get him out of my head
First I want to cry and then I feel sick
I will go and get me a wooden stick
And hit me over the silly head instead
What have I done to deserve such a fate?
Don't want to love but already it's too late...
At the sight of him my heart skips a beat
I am in love and I cannot stand it
With the wrongest man I ever could meet
Does he know I'm alive, can he see what I feel?
Shall I tell him about my love or what?
Imagine just how that would make him feel!
Surely I'm not such an idiot!
By no means can I get him out of my head
First I want to cry and then I feel sick
I will go and get me a wooden stick
And hit me over the silly head instead
What have I done to deserve such a fate?
Don't want to love but already it's too late...
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