19-XII-2011.
Donald is becoming a real photo model. No matter how Johana may be fuzzy, soft and elegant, he's all that and two sizes larger. A real hunk of a tomcat, and in time will turn out to be a serious fucker and fighter. This was also shot with Lena's Fujica.
Wrote this as a comment to the conclusion of a sixteen part series of Kolakowsky's analyses of religious discourse, on suština, where one of the seven samurais of SKOJ expands on Kolakovski's theses, namely his analyses of the one book that they have:
I actually admire the believers' courage. To rely in one's life and wider (and this time I mean it literally) on a story like that, which excludes and denies logic, which doesn't even work (but has some millenia worth of excuses why it doesn't, which are part of the story itself by now) but takes their money and even commands them... requires a serious division of their head to the part which thinks and the part which acts contrary to logic and experience. This doesn't much differ to me from walking on thin ice with "no it won't crack".
Let everyone, on their own, believe whatever they want. But when that starts organizing, looking for ways to expand, it becomes politics, attracts the greedy and power hungry and ceases to differ from any other bureaucracy/government/mafia.
(at least I didn't have to translate this back for the serbian version later, I simply found it on the site and copied my comment... so it's still possible to find something twice on the net, if you know exactly where you left it)
That was in the morning. Then we went off to dad's to keep him company for the slava. uncle Staja was already there, arrived the day before, and fried some fish. Of course we walked, so I could have a few drinks.
Meanwhile, on western front, news that Nick will be leaving SFBC. While he never did anything fast enough, and was about mid-competent, I had a feeling we'll make him out of mud. He was the administration where the rest of the house was bureaucracy. In upFeds I had to touch some bit, about stored procedures, because, wait for it, „name may contain spaces, separate the items with pipe characters“.
Had to visit dad urgently in the evening. The old cocklestove furnaces, which were refurbished into electric, now run on land gas (the burners are maintained by Joška's father in law), and take some two or three steps to fire up. Guess the pilot flame needs to run first, which on all gas appliances I know is done once per season. Why did he do that every day is unclear to me, guess it's safer to close the valve every morning. Whatever happened this time, dad seems to have mixed up the steps, a big flame surged and fried his palm. Looks like second degree burns.
She stayed to dress his wound, and sent me to the pharmacy, to buy what they may have. Well, they had Jomelop, „Jovin melem za opekotine“ (Jova's burns salve), as per the recipe of Jova Šaljić from Romanija mountain, who once upon a time saved the actress Kitty Swan (looked her up now, Kirsten Swanholm, Denmark, and lo and behold, she recorded a single with Toma Zdravković), when she burned in an accident on the set. That was a big story in 1971 or thereabouts. I remember we used that on Vir in 1988 for the first few days, until we built enough tan to be impervious to sunshine. It worked well then.
Next few days we kept coming every evening to redress his wound. Luckily uncle was there to help around the house, though he's probably partly guilty, they must have gotten drunk, which is why this happened.
Mentions: Donald, Fujica, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Johana, Joška Apro, Nick Scage, SFBC, slava, suština, uncle Staja, upFeds, in serbian
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