Bring your game

Or why some think that Slovenians can’t have nice things: we break everything. But things change, sometimes with a bang such as we are witnessing now. I’m writing this on the day of the finals: tonight undefeated team Slovenia and (once defeated) team Serbia will play in Istanbul for the crown of European male basketball….

Tale’s tail

In my previous post I describe the feelings I had while walking around Old Ljubljana. Nothing like books to ground me, I said and entered a familiar shop at last. And yet they are dying out, old shops and books, like Partisans, Polar bears and hippies. It’s not very surprising. Even I, who was the…

Lublana je bulana

This nicely rhyming title of an anthem from the punk era in the local dialect translates as “Ljubljana is sick.” Not at all and not all of it, some would say, and they are right, and yet my stroll threw me in a black hole. A few days ago I did a round of Old Ljubljana…

Nothing a T-word won’t fix

Whine-and-wine Wednesday coming up. And I can even leave out the wine. For now. The idea goes to Joanne who is “Following a Bold Plan” and her slightly more severe reason to get upset. Imagine: you (no, not you, she and her friend) decide to cross the entire length of your country – which happens…

Thursday Doors, April 27 2017

Today will always stay in my memory as “The OF Day”, no matter how they call it now. The “OF” or “Osvobodilna fronta” was “The Liberation Front”, Slovenian anti-Fascist organisation that formed in 1941. As the Wikipedia says, “The Slovene Partisans were the armed wing of the Liberation Front, which fought in the beginning as a…

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…

Keep ourselves alive

I’m all under the influence of an Italian earthquake winter tale and need some flowers from the home turf now. Just earlier I came across a post by an American woman living in that region of Italy where they have been enduring severe earthquakes on and off since last October.  She spent Christmas sick and her dog ate poison…

Should you wish to know

What are we doing? What are they doing? Does anybody know, care or plan it? Out of all possibilities, I was closest to believing that humanity was a computer simulation, a game, but even for this an agenda would be necessary. A developer. At least spectators. As it is, I’m afraid, we are not even…

January

What happens when you see a lovely calendar post and decide to do your own. Yesterday I saw a post by Judith at Beyond the Window Box in which she posts one photo from each month of this year. I warned her that I might nick the idea and she agreed. When I started to…

WPC: A tiny problem

In photos, a sunrise and a sunset combined and the full moon from two months ago. The one coming on Monday will be bigger but still tiny in comparison to almost everything else. But first, one hundred words that burst out today: “We’ve got a tiny problem, Jefe.” “Yeah, which one now?” said _____. He opened…

Thursday Doors, November 10

A whole lot of Roma deo-door-ants to get rid of the bad smell. Just a few observations on Election day (sorry, door lovers, I’ll be brief, I just don’t wish to write a separate post for this): There were a whole lot of journalists, newscasters and reporters drinking alcohol on air that day. I remember when my…

Choose to invent

Some musings on photography and life in the aftermath of the strongest earthquake in Italy since 1980. Recently Joey from Joeyfully Stated wrote a kind comment to my post. I mean, she does that often but this one made me think more than usual. She wrote: “I can’t tell if you only go to beautiful places or…

Promised Volterra

I have many eclectic lists, dear to my heart – of books to read, of films to watch, of articles to study, of places to go – and I’ll have to live much over 100 to do it all. But one thing is certain: I’ve got Volterra down, and I’m grateful I’d caught the whiff on the net…

Oh Siena

In a crowded place like Siena, one cannot not capture strangers in photographs. I wonder, together with The Snow Melts Somewhere (else, luckily), if they had all put make-up on, knowing they would end up in my photo. As we were sitting on the steps of Siena Cathedral yesterday, right in the middle, in front…

How much more stupid can everything get?

Stupid is what stupid gets. I think I first shed television. Did that feel good! No more browsing the channels trying hard to land the least stupid content, in the rare moments when I didn’t wish to be stupefied. I think the commercials did it. They were getting too annoying, loud and stupid for their own good….

Hunting season

Obviously, a new hunting season has just commenced. How do I know? Because I have to deal with a dog trying to climb furniture, break into a wall or at least perch on my pillow, or even better, head. There is not much I truly despise, but people who consciously hurt or damage other living beings…