On “Life, the Universe and Everything”

Sutreshno kofi + brownies (moe proizvodstvo) i Enigma za fon. Izchetoh “The Salmon of Doubt” na Douglas Adams, chuvstvaiki, che sm izgubila skup chovek. Vsushtnost, chovechestvoto go izgubi predi 5 god, no beshe nujno da si pripomnia. Pri men siakash povecheto neshta idvat s jet lag, s niakakvo striaskashto zakusnenie. E, stiga mrunkah. Special thnx na adasha, che mi ia preporucha:). Priznavam, che sm izpravena pred izkushenieto da podhvana “Mostly Harmless” predi da sm izchela prednite 2 ot petologiata/pentalogiata (?!). Niama takava duma, nali? A ne e li vreme da se rodi, tei kato trilogia ot 5 noveli zvuchi absurdno. Vremeto izticha, a tka iskam, iskam, iskam…
Razbira se, lipsvashe mi priyatnoto umoritelno chetene, no otpraznuvah pobedata (ciala 1 kniga za poslednite 3 meseca) s movie night – 4 filma, pukanki i dobra kompania. Smeniam stanciata na Mount Sims. Go shake that thAng. Aerobics da izhabim kaloriite.
Koia mi beshe liubimata chast ot knigata? Well, eto 1 otkus, ozaglaven “Cookies”:

This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person is me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong. I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table. I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind. Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase. It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies. You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do aclue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, What am I going to do?

In the end I thought Nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, That settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie. Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice…” I mean, it doesn’t really work.

We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away. Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and st back.

A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies. The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.

Class get-together

Poveche nikakvi t.nar. "sreshti na vipuska." Izlagacia. Pulna. Pak shte se sreshtnem, no sled 10 godini.

Snow Patrol

* Zaslujavat ne prosto otdelen post, a monument da im izdigna! * Sheguvkite nastrana, svejo i priasno, pribiraiki se toku-shto ot nai-velikia koncert, na koito sm imala shtastieto da prisustvam, se vpuskam v neobiatnite debri na weblog-a i razduvam.*Eto, primerno, spodeliam supostavkata s Depeche Mode, koito biaha strahotni, no s repertoar ot 20+ god. me razocharovaha. Ne samo, che iziavata im beshe prekaleno kratka, no i ne izpulniha liubimia mi track "Only When I Lose Myself" (mai se jalvah veche nevednuj) i dr. vechni hitove... Ne vurvi da sravniavam 1 prejiviavane s dr, protiv sm po princip..* vse 1 da sravniavash 1 vliubvane s dr. Nooo..*Snow Patrol za 1 chas me zarediha s tolkova emocii, kolkoto otdavna ne biah si pripomniala, che moga da usetia! Moga da pisha oshte nadluj i nashir, no muzikata se chuvstva, a ne se opisva!!! :*))) *
*Posledna vmetka (zasega) - predchuvstvieto mi spriamo horata ne me izluga i tozi put. A imenno: predi 2 god., suvsem incidentno, smeniaki otegcheno tv kanalite, popadnah na zapis ot koncert na ednoimennite Snow Patrol*v Glasgow (ako ne me luje pametta)*i se vliubih momentalno v omagiosvashtite beats i chara na vokalista Gary. E, sled kato 3 puti, i to vse sluchaino, izgledah sushtia tozi koncert, misleh, che sm podgotvena za live izpulnenieto na The Eskimos.*Gary, obache, nadmina sebe si. A az imah nujda da zabravia za vsichko, koeto me zaobikalia i tazi nosht tova veche e fakt...*(follow the white *'s)

#gReEn_SkY

green_sky reunion -> Koito se poznae, da ne mi iska avtorski prava i razreshenie. Storenoto storeno. Popravimo e samo s Photoshop®.

Wednesday 2 Friday (What Happened to Thursday)

Nevinno zapochna porednata roxx-odiseia: stavane po obed, sboguvane s koito svari da prevari, tupchene na bagaj, habene na nervi, zacherveni i navlajneni ochi... 3:00 a.m. na letishte Varna beshe nechoveshko, no go prejiviah. Vsichko vurveshe, t.e. leteshe, normalno do Budapeshta, kudeto smetnaha za neobhodimo da ni zadurjat oshte 2 chasa i da ni lishat ot ruchen bagaj. Beshe iasno, che moga da se prostia s connection flight-a New York-Boston do zavetnata kraina cel. I t'ka, sled 9-chasovo iztezanie i shvanati muskuli po cialoto tialo s izkl. na glavata - vse oshte mojeh da psuvam, kulna i roptaia - si izpusnah poleta za Boston. Shte spestia detailite s imigracionni, bagaja, lutaneto. Sledvashtoto fur-fur beshe sled 3 chasa, no zashto li i vremeto da ne izpadne v depresia, da zatreshti i zagurmi, da se izlee 1 dujd, moje bi grad i da otlojat poletite s po 2-3 chasa sredno? Nujno e da vmetna, che Sluchainostta ili Providenieto (izberete si) me sreshtna s predstavitelkata na T-Mobile za Florida, koiato se okaza pichka i mi podari niakva predplatena SIM karta (moiata ia zatrih niakude oshte na rodna zemia). Ta da, samoletut doide, nastaniha ni i oshte s vlizaneto ni zaradvaha s novinata, che pone 2hrs niama da se mrudnem ot zemiata. Posle reshiha, che ima tehnicheski problem = 3+ hrs. V kraina smetka ne ni muchiha poveche i otmeniha poleta kategorichno. Otnovo v potiskashtata chakalnia na JFK. Nai-nakraia izletiah na dr sutrin i v 9:30 si biah v Boston. Ne mojeh da skria oblekchenieto i se uhilih =:) E, da, ama tzuk-i-tzuk. Zavetnia bagaj go biaha preburkali, konfiskuvali 1 shishe rakia, ostavili belejka za "unknown substance" i prepratili s po-po-nai-sledvashtia polet v 13h. Posle mi se gubi, t.e. spah 12+ hrs i si spazvam obeshtaniata. Shte gi imate kompromatite, no kahuries.