The Artist’s Way is one of those books that change you – one of those that are made to change you, and you buy them because you yourself want to change. It’s a course in self-discovery, acceptance and creative birth.
These are the basics: for every morning of every week for the 12-week duration of the course -one chapter for each week-, the blocked artists choosing to follow the Way have to:
1)Do three pages of free writing every morning, a daily ceremony known as the Morning Pages. This acts as a mind-clearing meditation routine, a brainstorming machine and a way of spotting trends: weeks after writing the pages the artist on the Way may analyse his or her morning pages and notice trends in his or her daily writings: unfulfilled artistic urges, changes that need to be made for the person to reach harmony and happiness, sudden ideas and other great things.
2) Take themselves out to at least one Artist’s date per week, in which they have to indulge in whatever it is they love doing but would not normally allow themselves to be lost in (remember, this book is meant for blocked artists -read: most of us-).
3) Complete tasks in personal archaeology and self-discovery, wherein they have to dig up favourite creative childhood pass-times they gave up because of humiliation, “growing up” or other creativity-killing reasons.
I completed my 12(+1 lazy one) weeks a few days ago. I can safely say that it had great effects on me. Doing morning pages has now become more of a good habit of mine, and even if I didn’t do all of the tasks, it’s one of the books you have to go through at some point again for inspiration. It says so in the end, too.
If you’re a blocked artist, believe you can’t do art because you think you’re too old to start or “can’t draw” (or are “tonedeaf” or “terrible at writing” or “have no ideas” ad nauseam), think whatever you do needs to be perfect from the beginning or don’t bother because what you would create wouldn’t appeal to the masses, you should really try following The Artist’s Way.
The only thing I would add to the course itself would be a special NoSurf task or, even better, a complete revisit to the book that takes what the world looks like in 2013 into account; I strongly feel the internet is becoming, at the same time, the most important invention and the single strongest creativity and motivation killer mankind has ever known. I mean, in the 1993 edition that I have, there’s already a no-reading week included in the course for eliminating distractions and for focusing time and energy on the creative juices within, but the internet is proving to be a distraction magnitudes greater than reading the paper or a book could ever be. We come in contact with the works of the world’s most talented and creative on a basis of addiction, almost.
What I really mean is that I’ve grown tired of and alarmed at the great artists I personally know who keep getting demotivated by seeing someone else’s graphic, photo or drawing on Tumblr or listening to that fantastic song or watching that clever video on Youtube, instead of getting inspired, as they claim they should be. It’s more “look how much others have progressed instead of me” and much less “this is possible and I could do it too.”
Or on any screen, I might add. I’m putting this HighExistence post right here to remind me in the coming days of my resolution to fight my internet addiction, and at the same time help you, dear reader, ask yourself whether you’re rockin’ in the same old boat. We have to do this together.
Because infinite novelty is becoming a real problem, you know.
Have I been turning my back to life? The number of hours Daphne must have witnessed the above is discomforting.
I have been counting my growth-killers and the distraction brought about from the internet has definitely been my No. 1 for months now, if not years – if not for far more than I dare to admit. I’ve been more than reluctant to do anything long-term to try to stop it, which proves that I really am addicted to the internet. Remember The Shallows? It’s no accident I pursued to read that book and praised it so much in my review.
A few resources in case you’re about to take this as seriously as I am:
Step 1:Do some reading: NoSurf, in the vain of NoPoo or NoFap. Will help motivate you and make you see that it’s not just you… Step 2:Treat it like a real addiction.You have to take measures to distance yourself from your poison. HabitRPG (I’m a sucker for gamification, baby), Chains.cc, Freedom, Leechblock, RescueTime are good starting points.
I could quote almost any page of this book to demonstrate its awesomeness and healthy doses of “aha!” it can induce on the reader but that wouldn’t do The Etymologicon justice; Mark Forsyth does such an awesome job of linking one word to the next with such -delighfully British- humorous descriptions and eloquence that simply picking and choosing doesn’t feel right.
This book is an ode to the history and connectedness of languages, one delicious word -or group of words- after the other. You can get a taste of Forsyth’s etymology- and origin-of-language-related work in his blog Inky Fool, which worked as his groundwork for The Etymologicon. If you find any of it interesting at all, chances are you’ll fall in love with this book just like Daphne and I both did.
On an unrelated note, I think it’d be interesting to share with you that the previous owner of my copy felt the need to correct grammar and syntax mistakes, such as having “But” and “And” at the beginning of sentences, with her (I’m assuming it’s a bitchy, uptight, female 60 -year-old-virgin English teacher) black marker; at other places she noted “Daft!” or underlined mistakes obviously intended for humour. To give you a little example at some point the book reads: “What the proofreader gets is a proof copy, which he pores over trying to fnid misspellings and unnecessary apostrophe’s.” She went ahead and deleted that last apostrophe. She really did. “…they who are so exact for the letter shall be dealty with by the Lexicon, and the Etymologicon too if they please…” The book begins with this quote by the apparently very prolific John Milton; the lady would have done well to have taken this piece of advice to heart.
This post has been was a work-in-progress ever since I got back from France in August. A major contributing factor for this delay has been a certain game I’ve put close to 4 full days into in the past month. Another has been my enduring inability to prioritise my activities, declutter my life and put my thoughts and feelings in order. I have found that creation is what I need, a positive step in the right direction. Writing more and returning to Cubilone’s Dimension will prove to be, I hope, a step towards solving these problems. Actually, solving them sounds a bit alien; I can’t really imagine myself living without these aspects of my personality. Is this my personal story sabotaging my development? Have I made a self-fulfilling prophecy out of trying to form or carve my identity? Hmmm…
As the months pass by and my post-study period grows longer, the dilemmas grow larger and scarier and often I feel as if I’m stuck in the middle of two worlds.
The first one was that, after many years of thinking it over, I finally did my CELTAcourse, which means that I’m now an internationally certified English teacher, or at the very least I’m elligible to teach pretty much anywhere in the world. For four weeks, eight hours each day, I learned how to teach the English grammar, vocabulary, phonology, various methods, what one should and shouldn’t do… At least the basics, for it’s of course a lifelong process, as is everything. The toughest part was that my 9 colleagues and I each had to teach eight lessons, totalling six hours, which we had to plan thoroughly beforehand as well as execute the best we could in the classroom, teaching real students (who by the way did not have to pay money to learn English because it was trainees teaching them) and later receiving feedback on those lessons from our colleagues and tutor.
The Received Pronounciation phonetic alphabet.
Oh, the things I heard about my teaching! I had never taught before, at least not in this “official” sense, and it showed. I was extremely nervous, kept staring at the whiteboard while writing my nonsensical teaching aids, had great trouble explaining in simple words things like the form and function of the present perfect or the lead-in for exercises… If those students hadn’t been as accustomed to other confusing teachers before me, they would have surely performed completely different tasks half the time, which they sometimes did. The tutors were brutal with their criticism at times, but it was all beneficial in the end: it helped me realise that one of my main and enduring weaknesses has been explaining things in simple and unconvoluted words even though, ever since (I remember having the same problem as well many times before), every time I realise I’m explaining something awkwardly or maybe unintelligibly, the self-consciousness still makes it almost impossible to explain in an empathic and efficient way. This will come with experience I suppose but it was one of the most important lessons. On top of that, we had to complete one assignment each weekend, which left us next to no free time at all.
My tutors, Alexander Makarios, George Vassilakis and Marissa Constantinides were all exceptional in their own ways and did an excellent job in making me kick off my teaching career. Thank you guys! My colleagues -Vaggelis, Daniel, Ioni, Chrysanthi, Pedro, Panayota, Margie, Theo and Kelly- I grew sick of and am glad I didn’t have to spend any more time together with them. Just look how much we hate eachother’s guts in the pictures and video:
Left to right: Margie, Pedro, Ioni, Vaggelis, Dimitris (that’s me by the way), Marissa, Kelly, Daniel, Chrysanthi, Panayota, Alexander, Theo
Four weeks of hard work; at least as many glasses of wine to make up for it.
After I was done with the CELTA I was pumped to leave Greece and go teach English somewhere in the world with the coming of the new school year, preferably at a place in which I would be able to communicate with the locals in their native language. That was something that would exclude Japan -it’s a whole different chapter and dream- but would include Spain, Latin America and Germany/Austria, my B2 certificates for both languages fresh from early last summer and making me eager to get some real life experience with them as soon as possible!
But then the second thing happened.
Even before I had hugged my colleagues and tutors goodbye, desperate for some rest and some time to either think or not have to think at all, at the very least until the time I’d have to leave Greece to do my English-teaching duty, right then came the call for the Trip to Heterotopia. “For 21 days in Southern France we’re going to be a caravan visiting eco-communities, festivals, solidarity projects and groups. We will be wildcamping, so bring your tents, sleeping bags and headlamps!” At first I was very sceptical. I was tired and longed for doing nothing, as I mentioned above. It was only little more than a month since I’d been abroad last and, frankly, I felt as if I’d had enough flying around with backpacks, having to wait in airoports and making new temporary friendships, for the year at least. I reluctantly applied anyway; the idea seemed just too good to skip altogether.
To my surprise, I was actually selected, albeit at the last moment. When I talked with Chrysostomos, the head of European Village (the sending organisation) about the specifics, I warned him that my financial situation was at its usual low. He told me that all the costs together would amount to 120€. A hundred and twenty. I was shocked.
-“What’s the catch?” I thought I was being clever. “What’s the cost of participation?” -“None. We’ve decided not to have one. Our current budget allows us to handle all the costs; it will be better and more convenient than passing them down to the travellers.”
That was it. 120€ would be cheaper even than staying in Athens for the same amount of time. Dafni wasn’t too happy with the suddenness of it all (we had made various plans for August already) but she was a sweet little understanding raccoon in the end and anyway had her own plans.
So there was us: 10 Greeks, and another 15 French people in it for the three weeks of the exchange. Together we visited five different locations and stayed some days in each, did wildcamping in every place, took part and volunteered for local festivals, picked organic vegetables from the community gardens and patches, learned how to build and use dry toilets (it’s not as bad as it sounds actually), participated in workshops on eco-building and local seed trading, there even was a Greek night dedicated to the Crisis. Our flag”ship” motor vehicle was the Vagabond Sage, a retrofit ’70s coach complete with dry toilet, wind generator and solar panels. We did not use all of its features but it was the symbol of our Trip in the French Heterotopias, the utopias that really exist.
The Vagabond SageInside the Vagabond SageSelf-organisingLautrecNettle salad. Guess who helped pick it… It was delicious and the numb fingers somehow made it better.Lots of camping was had.
All pictures by Marina, Myrto and Caro (I apologise for the terrible formatting of the pictures above. The gallery couldn’t come out right. I think it’s time for a new theme anyway...)
The experience from those three weeks is hard for me to put into words, not unlike much of the rest of my life. The trip was very practical: we had to pack stuff, unpack stuff, cook most meals from scratch (and cater for close to 30 people at times), deal with stuff changing places and having to ask about their whereabouts (looking at you, coffee and coffeejugs!), set up tents, build dry toilets and showers, empty said toilets, and many more things I’m generally not good at, the cerebral rather than practical, abstract rather than present, clumsy and unwieldy person that I generally am. I was much happier sitting somewhere writing my morning pages (more on those in the near future) or enjoying the sun than really helping to prepare dinner, for example, but not being really useful filled me with guilt. I felt that this separated me from the rest of the group and made it harder for me to contribute to our common goals and tasks. Sure, learning about eco-friendly and transitional practices was heaps of fun and super-interesting; connecting with the French and the Greeks was exciting and fun and there was all this adventure and thrill of moving from place to place and exploring rural Southern France, but I always had this nagging feeling that alone I could not do this, that somehow I wasn’t the right person for it. Once again, as I have too many times before to count, I felt like the black sheep. Or rather a sophisticated, colourful goat among a herd of sheep that has none of the definite deviant prestige that black sheep usually have but instead has a certain, perhaps misplaced, idea of superiority. When that idea is threatened and attacked by no-one in particular but, at the same time, everyone at once, I can be very reclusive and pensive. I was the city kid in a group of people who lived and breathed nature, it seemed. Thankfully, there were other people in the Greek group with whom I could share the feeling.
(Video I made with Phoenix for Daphne. Phoenix is the little fox she got for me while we were in Finland. The video is in Standard Definition, unfortunately.)
At the same time, I know that what we did in that trip is important and is the future. Anything that could make me and others more self-sufficient, make us able to take our own situations into our hands, free to lead our lives as we please, is important in this age of destroyed opportunities, slave wages and fear-mongering. We had some discussions on self-reliance around our almost daily nightly fire, watched a couple of movies that inspired me to take action one way or another (more specifically Να Μην Ζήσουμε Σαν Δούλοι), but most of all it was the people who took part, with their lifestyle and their choices, that made me think and feel.
Departure day
To cut a long story short, by the time we had got back to Greece I didn’t really want to leave immediately to find a job abroad. I had this feeling that staying here in Athens might not be so futile if I can find a way to use my time actively and creatively. Additionally, I felt and still feel that there’s lots of shit I have to figure out, reconcile, get over or leave behind before I can start something new. Putting some order to my digital belongings, selling or giving away stuff, giving time and energy to learn from everything that has happened in my life recently is really what I need but keep postponing due to distractions. Part of me tells me it’s all still being lazy and that purposefully skipping the opportunity to work abroad when I had it is regrettable, not to say of suspicious motivation on my part.
What appeared instead, however, is an excellent testament to the power of serendipity and letting the flow guide your path. Even if I missed the teaching abroad deadlines, there’s a very good possibility I will still be leaving the country after all to do my EVS (European Voluntary Service). Since there’s nothing urgent to do, might as well take advantage of my extended gap years while at the same time being independent for a change.
The real big questions in my head right now have to do with what path I should follow: one focused on living in the moment, taking advantage of opportunities as they come (the EVS and YIA side), discovering the Heterotopias that exist right under our noses and applying myself to that, or the other, in which I’ll make myself more qualified for actual work (which could be in the form of a MA in Prolonged Indecisiveness) or, yes, getting money and building the foundation for future survival? Certificates or Heterotopias? Playing it by ear as I’ve done a lot lately, or gearing up for the mystical tomorrow-never-comes “adult life”, which some would argue can’t include working as an English teacher abroad? /s
I have the EU and the YIA program to thank for giving me time and time again the opportunity to flourish!
From where I’m standing at the moment, the hopefully upcoming EVS looks like it might be able to combine the best of both worlds for me: independence, creativity, new experiences as well as involving myself with things that might benefit my future options of getting by. Still, it’s too fresh to announce anything concrete. If I’m finally doing it (my application’s in the notorious EVS red tape maze right now), which I should know by December, I’ll be leaving for Bulgaria in January 2014 and will be living there for close to a year working for Sofia City Library. That will involve updating their volunteer-run blog, creating promotional media for the library and, from what I can tell, having relatively lots of freedom to pursue my own projects.
What will happen next and whether or not I’ll manage to take advantage of the months ahead will depend entirely on my own ability to balance, prioritise and purge, while at the same time not leaving the flow. OK, maybe not entirely: the current monumental instability of the world will provide us all with some interesting distractions, surprises, dangers and wild card paradigm shifts. One thing’s for sure: we already have absolutely no excuses to feel bored.
Yet another comicbook tome lent to me by my girlfriend Daphne. “This one’s special”, she told me handing it over to me, her words a cross between a teaser and a warning. She was right: superheroes with weird but cool powers, random humour and clever details, awesome panel and page transitions that made me go “woooah, that was brave”, a tongue-in-cheekness in every little thing that sat quite well with me. This is not really my genre of preference, but after The Umbrella Academy I had to ask myself why not. Looking forward to reading Part Two already.
Another addition to my Daphne-induced comic experiences, one more tasty slice of life from her rich suggestion list. I liked the art, enjoyed the story but I don’t feel as if it left me with something valuable. Koko was annoying and I wasn’t interested in what she was doing at all, apart from giving me some ideas for being more spontaneous myself; I sympathised much more with Jon and the decisions he had to make in life, i.e, whether he would follow what he thought would be a step forward (going with his long-distance girlfriend to Peru for humanitarian work) or do what he had convinced himself was beneath him but deep down (?) would rather be doing.
Enjoyable, quick summer read that took me places; nothing too earthshaking – thank goodness not everything is earthshaking.
I read the other reviews on Goodreads before setting out to write this (as I always do for good or ill) and it seems that we only got 2/3 of what Clover was originally meant to be. Maybe that’s why it’s nonsensical. The “written word” part of it is just that: incoherent. The lyrics from that song, in 110% cliché anime style (i.e generic song that has the words love, happiness, forever, together, alone, tears and heart mixed, sautéed in soy sauce and served on the spot) repeated ad nauseam was quite annoying and the plot in general didn’t exist at all. Yes, I’ve concluded that it can’t be my fault that almost all anime/manga plots fly right over my head. This one in particular… wow. It was so irrelevant or so it seemed, that I think it would have been better if I had “read” it in Japanese (or whatever other verb you can use to describe at least trying to read something that’s in a foreign language and you by default only pay attention to the shapes of the letters/characters/kana).
The reason I’m stressing this of course is that this tome is just beautiful and I can imagine the aesthetics take a hit when the kana and kanji are forced to be replaced by latin characters. The steampunk/clockwork angel & sparrow thing worked well and was pretty to look at on the experimentally laid out pages that flow in lightning speeds. While I enjoyed the visual feast, I must confess that this style in the end is just not for me.
Even like that, I ended up liking it and it’s probably because some parts reminded me very strongly of my girlfriend who’s the one who came to my house one day and out of the blue just left Clover on my desk. If it wasn’t for her, I would have probably never touched it. But, sentimental a critic as I am, my feelings governed these keystrokes. I feel strangely complete writing this.
The bus was filled with valenki, maracas, kanteles, hats with earflaps, cameras and kids from the Doroga youth union. They were the participants of a project called “Creative photography in the Finnish wilderness”.
Nobody felt like sleeping the first night. So our group organized a music party with wooden spoons, rattles and maracas. The international audience was thrilled! The Greeks and the Finns were awake as well. The next day the camp was launched leaving no time to sleep at all.
Each participant had to make up a story on any topic. Henna and Sanna from the Steering group helped the participants do it.
Henna, a professional photographer, spoke about basic principles of working with a camera and helped writing a storyline for series of pictures.
The most important thing is to convey your own feelings and emotions but make it understandable to the audience – Henna said.
Sanna taught everybody how to observe face expressions and gestures of other people, nature and how to concentrate on own feelings.
The harder the work, the better the fun afterwards. Recreation was planned as well. The National park Koli met us at the third day with 300-meter rocks. The park turned out to be perfect for photo shoots.
For the last days of our stay we canoed to the other side of the Pielinen Lake to a place called Ellu. This journey was the most exciting of all. Both experienced canoe riders and newbies were canoeing together.
When we arrived to Ellu, a delicious lunch was already waiting for us. After that Sanna held a traditional observation training, where participants form couples, one partner closes his eyes and the other one watches him for 5-10 minutes trying to capture the slightest movements and face expressions.
This training is useful for those who take pictures and for the models, it helps them both relax and focus on own feelings. Due to this exercises pictures turn out relaxed and natural – Sanna quoted as saying.
After the training everybody went on with their business: some took pictures, and some just enjoyed beautiful Finnish landscapes. In the evening we went to the sauna and jumped in the lake, we also taught the Greeks how to bathe with sauna switches. They loved it!
The next day we set off back home. We had to finish our stories, chose the music and voice over. Half of participants hadn’t come up with their ideas yet. But then a miracle happened – each of us prepared beautiful short films about our thoughts, feelings and desires. Some were more professional, some – more personal. But most importantly – they were all very different.
At the final presentation of videos we all felt united due to overwhelming amount of emotions. It didn’t matter whether you were Greek, Russian or Finnish. Each told about the most important and personal things.
In the evening before departure we gave our new friends pins of the Doroga union to remember us by, and of course, we invited them to Karelia. The Greeks already promised to come.
Besides beautiful pictures, we gained experience of organizing international camps. The Doroga youth union is a participant of Matka.ru project. According to the action plan, in a year a new youth center will be constructed in Matkachi. And it will be our turn to organize camps. Lessons learned from the Hyvarila will come in handy.
Many thanks to all participants and especially to the volunteer Steering group – Henna Middeke, Sanna Valkepaa, Magdalena Wollhofen, Karina Sitnik.
Special thanks to the Youth in action EU program that funded the project “Creative photography in the Finnish wilderness” and to the international secretary of the Hyvarila Maija Eskanen who contributed significantly to the project application.
Natalya Yalovitsyna
Not feeling very prosaic at the moment so I’ll keep it short, sweet and interesting:
You must absolutely try going into a sauna and then jumping in semi-cold water. I’d done it once before, that is when I was in Denmark. Don’t be afraid of revealing your junk, breasts and/or “imperfect” body to others. First, they don’t care about your body as they’re too busy being embarassed of their own one and second, it’s just not worth it worrying too much about it compared to the feeling of freedom you are left with.
Who would have thought that eating ants may not be that bad after all? Have a look at this video I made. I wish I could show you the rest of the videos everyone made back in Finland, but neither do I have them nor is this the best place to do so.
Imagine meeting someone who looks like he could be a member of the Russian mafia and then, on the last day, he makes a video for his girlfriend back in Russia, in which he has pictures of the crocodile plushie she gave him in all the places he visited while he was in Finland. Yeah. Stereotypes you say?
The sun set at 11pm and came up around 3am. In the meantime it never went completely dark. It was awesome.
Most participants took more and better photographs than I did, but I don’t really care; as long as I have them next to mine, to look at, remember and smile, .
At the end of the day, it’s all about the people. This trip had that part covered. I’m thankful to everyone who made this experience special and another episode in space and time I’m happy to have with me. Daphne and I agree: Karelia will see our faces again.
Κρύωμα – μετά από ταξίδι, δεν τρώμε παγωτά ή δεν πίνουμε κρύα πράγματα τουλάχιστον για 3 μέρες μετά! Και ας μου εξηγήσει κάποιος τελικά: κάνουν ή δεν κάνουν τα κρύα όταν είσαι κρυωμένος; Κοινώς: φραπέδες και παγωτά ή μόνο τσάγια με τζίντζερ, λεμόνι και μέλι και ρακόμελα;
Σπάσιμο αμφορέαστο μπαλκόνι από κλίση της καρέκλας προς τα πίσω – για άλλη μια φορά… προσέχουμε πού πάμε ή προς τα που γέρνουμε, ειδικά όταν έχουμε φορά προς τα πίσω! Να’ναι καλά η κόλλα που έρχεται σε δύο σωληνάρια την οποία πρέπει να τη συνδυάσεις από τα περιεχόμενα τους και γίνεται σκληρότερη και από πέτρα. Τώρα ο αμφορέας τουλάχιστον, με τα ραγίσματα και τα ψεγάδια του, φαίνεται περισσότερο «αρχαιοελληνικός!»
Boarding pass – το τελευταίο, από Istanbul προς Αθήνα, το πέταξα στα σκουπίδια, και μετα ψαχνόμουν γιατί μας το ζήτησε η Maggy. Τσέπωσε ο δικός σου την αποζημίωση για το ταξίδι στην Φινλανδία και λέει, «ε, δεν χρειάζεται να κρατήσουμε αυτό το σκισμένο χαρτάκι!» Με φοβίζει το ότι μπορεί αυτή να ήταν όντως η υποσυνειδήτη σκέψη που οδήγησε το χέρι μου να πετάξει, χωρίς πολλή σκέψη, άρνηση ή αμφιβολίες από τα κεντρικά, το χαρτάκι στη σακούλα. Το βρήκα μετά εκεί μέσα (ΕΥΤΥΧΩΣ δεν τα είχε πετάξει ακόμα η μαμ), αφού στην αρχή ήμουν σίγουρος ότι θα το είχα πετάξει κάπου σε κανέναν κάδο στο Ελ. Βενιζέλος, οπότε όλα καλά, αλλά το πάθημα μάθημα: κρατάμε όλα τα έγγραφα, έστω και για λίγες μέρες μετά· το να ψάχνεις στα σκουπίδια είναι ρίσκο, πώς να το κάνεις…
Κινητό στη θάλασσα το οποίο ΑΚΟΜΑ δεν έχει στεγνώσει, όσα μπάνια με αλκοόλ και όσες ολονυχτίες σε ρύζια κι αν του έχω προσφέρει – κι ας το βούτηξα χωρίς ανοιχτές εισόδους αυτή τη φορά που ήρθε σε επαφή με το νερό. Τους αχινούς θέλαμε να δούμε ρε παιδιά, όχι τους τρεχάτους, τους άλλους που περιμένουν να τους πατήσεις! Τίποτα δεν είναι πραγματικά αδιάβροχο τελικά.
Χάνοντας το Before Midnight – Σάββατο, η μικρότερη νύχτα του χρόνου (σχεδόν), πανσέληνος (σχεδόν), μια τέλεια ζέστη, στον «καλύτερο κινηματογράφο του κόσμου» (σύμφωνα με το CNNgo), μια ταινία η οποία έχει λάβει διθυραμβικές κριτικές ΚΑΙ είναι γυρισμένη στην Ελλάδα από Έλληνες παραγωγούς με αστέρες του Χόλλυγουντ. Και μετά αναρωτιόμασταν με τη Δάφνη γιατί η ουρά φαινόταν από τον σταθμό του Ηλεκτρικού. Τελικά την είδαμε άλλη μέρα. Να τη δείτε. Και, για όνομα του Θεού ή οποιασδήποτε άλλης (υπερ)φυσικής ύπαρξης σας εκφράζει, δείτε πρώτα το Before Sunrise και το Before Sunset, Αποφύγετε το λάθος πολλών όσων το είδαν χωρίς να έχουν ιδέα για τις προηγούμενες ταινίες και γι’αυτό τον λόγο του έβαλαν αρνητική κριτική. Ευχαριστώ.
Στήνοντας πάγκο κατα τις 5 ή ώρα το απόγευμα στην πλατεία της γειτονιάς για να χαρίσεις πράγματα που δεν θέλεις πια σε περαστικούς – κακή ώρα. Οι άνθρωποι βγαίνουν μετά τις 7. Θα μου πείτε, «κοινή λογική δεν έχεις;» Ελάτε τώρα, κάνετε λες και δεν με ξέρετε. Το xariseto.gr δουλεύει άψογα, πάντως.
The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity by Julia Cameron
