29-01-2008

Winter has came back, tonight was minus 12 degrees, but now, in afternoon, again plus 2. There is more snow, but sky is gray and blue...

In Zakopane was 3-days fest of ski-jumping, but it has ended without great results - Adam Malysz was better than erlier in this year, but because of big wind there were only one and half competitions, in Friday and in Sunday - Saturday was too windy.

There are winter holidays, so again in Zakopane is overcrowded. I have also vacation in my work, but stay at home, mostly cleaning it. I have changed computer system and as usuall some important files has been vanished. Among them - folder "My pictures", where I has all photoes, mine from the very beginning of my life, photoes of my family and friends, all diplomas, documents, history of art, all... So by now I am like man without electronic identity - some kind of Bourne... Well, it's a pity that only pictures has gone, but my own past rests and follows me as too big luggage.

I just have read the last volume of "Harry Potter", it taked me three days, but I had only nights for reading. I can not decide if I like it or not. Of course from the literary point of view it is big job, but the plot is so complicated that you practically have to read all previous six volumes before starting to seventh...Maybe I'll do it...

At school I have to start preparing our everyyear poetry competition "The Great Gala of Poetry", which will be in 14th of March. At Atma Museum most concerts are prepared, but there is plenty of organisation difficulties yet.

Always there is pretty much of stresses. In all matters. Wheter your back-bone agrees with you in the morning, whether you have to eat your breakfast or not, whether your car starts without problems, who will call to you , who will write to you and what, whether your important package is lost in post office or not, whether you can find parking-place near your work or not... And whether Bill Gates and his Windows eat important files or not. Whether you go to bed earlier then every night, and whether you can sleep without problems, and whether you awake in the morning...

And is there any sense to make bed in the morning, to wash yourself, to dress yourself, to have a breakfast, to swallow morning pills, to work, to undress yourself, to make bed in the evening, to swallow evening  pills... Repeating of life activities can be boring, but is also refreshing in this meaning, that routine assures safety and in some sense releases from responsibility. Of course, only in this case when among routined activities you have no time for reflections on Sartre dilemma about necessity of choice between evil and evil...