Hard to live with? I will tell you what’s hard to live with: a woman with serious hoarding disorder, that you love to the very bottom of her soul anyway. Once you realize it’ll be the end of you… it still kills you. But love is like that. You forgive everything because nothing compares to how much you love someone.
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-16 13:20:00 UTC
I LOVE CHILDREN. I LOVE MY PEOPLE’S CHILDREN.
Ukraine is full of my people and their children.
I need more kids. Mine or someone else’s. I don’t much care.
I’m happy to participate in kin redistribution.
It’s non-kin redistribution that makes me angry.
OFFSPRING CONSTITUTE A CATEGORY OF PRODUCTION AND CONSUMPTION. CONVERSION OF CONSUMPTION TO ENTERTAINMENT RATHER THAN OFFSPRING IS BAD. CONVERSION TO COMPETITORS IS WORSE.
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-12 02:31:00 UTC
“ECCENTRIC?”
Olga (an extremely uncomfortably amazingly beautiful woman who works here in some management capacity or other) says to me this morning ‘You are eccentric. That is the right word, yes?”
I laughed. “It’s much better than being called weird”. (much laughter.)
But then I thought I would spin it “You know, for a philosopher it is like advertising. it’s not like you can put a sign on the shop that says ‘shoes’, or wear a card on my head that says philosopher. So if you act eccentric it’s just advertising. People know you’re a philosopher that way. ” (more laughter).
I like making the people here laugh. I like making everyone laugh.
But on a more serious note, and in all honesty, I have found that with increased UNDERSTANDING of the world of man, I am more appreciative of my fellow man, and more joyous in interacting with him….
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-11 04:45:00 UTC
I hate when i accidentally post a diary entry on someone else’s page ’cause all pages look the same… sigh. (sorry)
(Traveling two years ago, lifting luggage from the baggage area when tired, I pulled a muscle in the palm of my left hand and it was bad enough that I got some scarring from it. I can’t figure out which muscle exactly. And thats possibly because I hurt more than one. And, yes, I know that given I had such strong hands, that it’s from lack of physical exercise using my hands. The problem is that the therapist’s way of fixing his problem is to keep breaking up the scarring, and it’s freaking painful and debilitating during the long process of injury and healing. Got a plantar fascia injury on my both feet while running in the park back around 2001 and I learned that ‘good men’s shoes’ are not so good. Nike Free or Sandals are probably the best shoe you can buy: as little shoe as possible. The most spread, the most circulation, and the most exercise your foot can get the better. now there isn’t any equivalent for the hand except working with your hands or working at the gym. But I’ve noticed that gyms are virus and bacteria hostels and so I’m back to having my own equipment and that requires your own domicile. So I need a domicile. smile emoticon )
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-10 05:47:00 UTC
Great people. Met a fellow from another IT company in Lviv. Sweet guy. Talked biz.
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-07 15:06:00 UTC
The women at my table just toasted to happiness. and each added more detail than the last:
Good Food.
Good company.
Good surroundings.
Good sex. (Laughter)
Good sex every day. (Loud laughter)
Omg.
This is getting dangerous.
Time to find an excuse to leave. 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-07 14:59:00 UTC
Thinking about the words of younger guys of late. Makes me remember how it felt to be sixteen and seventeen around girls and so thankful that mine ‘put out’ so to speak. At the time I thought the whole testosterone thing was a burden – like a drug that wouldnt wear off – but there is really nothing so good as that feeling running through your body. You feel like superman, your body will do nearly anything you ask of it, and you are crazy enough to try it. And the sight and smell and touch of girls is just awesome. It starts dissipating after twenty one or twenty two, which is somewhat of a relief on the one hand, but disappointing on the other – because nothing ever looks, smells, and feels so good in life as the opposite sex when you are just loaded with testosterone, and everything is new and exciting and so rich in sensation. Times have changed but at least in the late 70’s a little cash, a car, a couple of friends, and some girls was pretty freaking wonderful. By contrast life is so much better now, but those sensations have to be found in more subtle experiences. Although I gotta say, that being attracted to a woman never seems to lose its luster. Women are awesome. 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-04 11:00:00 UTC
I feel awesome today and I have no idea why. Other than there was a lot of ‘celebrating’ over the weekend, and so I got a lot of sleep thanks to self medication by alcohol. But if I felt like this more often I would be twice as productive. Sometimes the words just flow out of your fingers. Other times not so much. And the only difference that I can tell is the ‘extra’ noise in your head that’s distracting you. Full sleep, sex(exercise), safe food (home cooked), lots of water, enough sunshine to keep the brain working, and a shot before bedtime seems to be the secret.
We humans need 7×4 + 4×1 work days (28+4=32 hours) and half day friday, and full Saturday and Sunday off. Kids need 4 hours of school and 4 hours of fitness. And we need to dump the immigrants and get our young and old to do the service jobs. As far as I know this would not effect productivity at all since those of us who do ‘creative’ work do so 24 hours a day wherever we are, and the rest of the people do little to nothing useful more than 5-6 hours a day.
We can afford it if we close the borders and keep people working in youth and old age – all of which is good for them and us.
Source date (UTC): 2016-01-04 05:33:00 UTC
Big Ukrainian guy a little drunk and too rude.
Trying to impress his girls.
Tried very hard to start a fight with him. Made him change seating for my comfort. And to shut the fuck up.
It’s amazing how clear “move your fucking ass” is in any language.
(I have no fear with a bottle and a dinner knife.)
He apologised.
Fuck. Deprived of opportunity. And I had a great audience for the drama.
I thanked him for being a gentleman.
That is part of the ritual of respect.
Every man a sheriff.
Every man a judge.
Every man a warrior.
Paternalism.
Property
Civility.
Source date (UTC): 2015-12-29 15:56:00 UTC
SMALL WORLD ILLUSTRATED
Breakfast. Restaurant. L’viv.
American voices. One Irish voice.
I recognize it.
I watch. Uncanny resemblance?
I search for recent photo. Can’t find one.
Wait for opportunity, approach, say “excuse me…”
And he immediately recognizes me and stands.
He worked for me in the early 90’s.
He has spent ten years in Australia.
He works in Singapore.
His wife’s sister lives in Kiev.
They’re here for the holidays.
We caught up. Beautiful man.
Love him. Good wife.
Nice families.
Some disproportionate number of tech people in Seattle have worked for me or know me. So I suppose it shouldn’t be a surprise. But it is. And then others touch you somehow, and you just love them for who they are.
Source date (UTC): 2015-12-27 03:15:00 UTC