WPC: Her heritage

Today marks one year since I posted my first post on this blog because my first blog was getting full. A good day to view one’s heritage. In one year I managed to fill it up with less than 40% of space remaining. Serves me right for always cramming my posts with too many photos. Can’t help…

Middle Age

The impending birthday makes the poem below even more real. When I don’t blog, hop around, eat chocolate or annoy the dog, I translate. I have just translated several poems by my Slovenian poet friend who last summer wrote a lovely poem after we spent a day together with our packs at Lake Bled. The translated poem…

Lily Island

This morning I woke up and thought of lilies and islands. The first time he took me there was during my first visit of him and Italy. No talk of the future (and barely any talk at all since his English was still in the making and my Italian was only theoretical), no worries and no dog….

Cin cin, Taja and sloni!

Not that I believe in horoscope, but I know my favourite kind of women: Taurus girls. It takes one to know one. And right about now we are starting to celebrate our birthdays, with one of the Three Graces leading the way (the third one is a Fish, however, and had hers yet): This post…

Four years in eight minutes

It was on this day four years ago that I landed in Tuscany. For a reason, not just for a season. The best way to round it up is thus: Time moves slowly, but passes quickly. ― Alice Walker (quote reblogged from Logical Quotes) Amore agrees: it doesn’t seem like four years at all. I…

Vasja, live long and prosper!

Today our friend Vasja celebrates his 40th birthday. Here are some of his moments that I wish to share with you. On the morning when I turned 40 (a bit ago), my mother’s friend, who I didn’t even know very well, called me on the phone and invited me to their Group 40+, which in…

Play nice, Planica

It’s Planica weekend in Slovenia, the biggest ski-jumping event of the season. Maybe that’s why my thoughts are jumping so much. Bear with me, there is a bottom-line. Not pretty, but it’s there. I feel all productive all of a sudden. I’ve organised my blog menu. See, up on the right? Many new items with subcategories, all…

WPC: Easy peasy being green

Green is easily my favourite colour. Ask anybody. And dogs are my favourite animals. Something happened on this day in 1999, and some green things happened ten years ago. Let’s start with these. First of all, ten years ago I stopped smoking after twenty years and two packs a day, which is still the biggest…

Fiction is a whale

Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale. ― Gabriel García Márquez (quote reblogged from Logical Quotes) I seem to have a problem with fiction – writing it, that is, far from reading it. That’s why here are some…

Duba for Nika

I don’t know if all people have a village where they did all the required growing up. My first friend and I – we do. My friend Nika called Nicky, who celebrates today, was my companion as we did our growing up every August in the tiny village Duba on the Pelješac peninsula in Croatia, the all-night…

WPC: Against all odds, evenly

Not that there were any odds to begin with, and yet I’ve come a long way. Geographically speaking. We shall have a look at how it all began in a minute, but first the previous week on my blog. There were: Twelve photos from last April as part of my 2016 Calendar; full moon, if…

WPC: Shadowlands

The true history hides in the shadows, they say. A quick dash through my pack members and their shadows, plus some other Slovenian shadows for you. And now I better rush out since it’s almost 1.45 am for when the full moon, lunar eclipse and a passing of a green comet with the violet tail…

This is history

Today is Slovenian Cultural Holiday and on this occasion here is a little tribute to the greatest Slovenian poet. I was lucky enough to witness the greatest Slovenian poet Tomaž Šalamun read in Ljubljana’s club “KUD France Prešeren” a long time ago. The biggest stir, poorly concealed rapture and what can only be called poetic high…

Goodbye

Four years ago I was at the Roma Film Festival. We saw “Her” with Phoenix in the house and “Belle & Sebastian” and then came the last film for us, “Snowpiercer”. I didn’t know in advance who the actors were, apart from Tilda Swinton. We approached the red carpet section before the screening. There were…

Peace, baca

Today is the birthday of Baca Zana, my paternal grandmother. Since her husband passed away on her birthday of all days, she stopped celebrating it long before she followed him. Today father visited their grave with his brother. There is a bit of snow. Peaceful. Photo: BM & MM

TINGLETINGLE

I’ve always loved a good TINGLETINGLE of a commercial. You know how sometimes you see an ad or watch a commercial, and when it ends, the punchline makes all your body go TINGLETINGLE? Nowadays it’s been overused and has seemingly culminated in heart-breaking pet commercials, but it was not always like this. If you grow…