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….

Don’t be afraid to ripple

This is a post with three examples of how blogging ripples and some actual watery ripples from Slovenia. 1. First, the long-awaited moment when my name appears on the same page as Charles Bukowski’s. I have his badge on my mantelpiece after all (the one that Bestia once found). He is my spirit animal. I’m…

Things I’d never believe

As I go through life, I encounter many instances of “I’d never believe if somebody told me”. I might feel that I can see the future and read the signs all I want, but I’d never wish to know how it ends. Life would be unbearable without surprises. Regarding seeing the future, I have a…

WPC: Eva and Adam nescent

I don’t like words that I don’t know how to pronounce and don’t know what they mean. “Fleeting” makes more sense. Until I learn them, that is. So thank you for the lesson. Still, I had to break it down: into “Eva” (and Adam) and “nescent”. I like the definition of the latter: “just coming…

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….

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…

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 (quotation 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…

WPC: Solitude standing

Alone, lonely, solitary, solitaire. Take your pick. But… Is there any other way? First let’s take a look at the past week on my blog, as is the weekend custom. There were: twenty examples of repurposing for last week’s Weekly Photo Challenge; a loooooongish mash of classic English poetry and Doors lyrics, because I can; a surprising…

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…

Follow your heart

I tend to listen to the signs and follow my heart. So far, so good, said the man falling from the sky. First, one hundred words on how I’m not above digging for signs: Somebody must have thrown a pack of cards through a car window. They lay scattered by the road. One is by itself,…

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…

Five Greek memories

Today I feel chatty. Here is a random Greece-based memory bouquet. To make it more challenging, stories shall be drabbles, of precisely 100 words. I notice that posts with more words than photos often go unread, or at least unliked (since this and comments are the only proofs of somebody reading). I know, merely looking is so much…

36 questions

I found the questions below in the attached New York Times article, and vulnerable as I obviously like to be promptly answered them. Whatever you do today, make it lead to love. Set I 1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest? Jeanette Winterson. Eddie Vedder. Dom…

I’m happy

I don’t always look back. But when I do it looks something like this. The photos are older than the poem. They are from the trip to Lefkas (Lefkada) island in Greece in 2007. The poem is from a recent summer. And the past is in the past where it belongs, only sometimes it raises its…

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…

WPC: Transmogrify this!

What I love most about having a blog is that nobody can tell me what to do, because nobody is paying me for doing it. Weekly challenge? I can come up with whatever I wish and nobody can call it silly or off the point. But first, as it’s become a custom, a short walk…