Põrandal . (väikese luuletus)

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põrandal

jõhvikajoogipakk käes

pesumasin valgus

mingi sinine

lülitas sisse

mõtlesin,

ilus.

kõik

kuidas ise pannud

tahaks ka

'creativity'

nii lihtsalt

sisse lülitada.



A.

..edasi, вперёд..

Nagu .. nagu õunakõlarid (like apple-speakers)!

Nii.

A realization of late is that a very decent portion of my daily life is run in the mode of .. yes .. the popular party perpetrator know as 'Catchphrase'.

Päriselt (really)! It's actually quite enjoyable, while at times aggravating (especially if the conversational partner is worse at it than a vodka-enhanced Пётр Столыпин (Pyotr Stolypin). That's right; he's not even alive.). Nearly every complex attempt at phrasing often turns into a timed adventure. Timed, given how much I really care about expressing it or how long the other person really can stand listening to my jumbled, hand-accentuated tirades of slightly off-beat words. Adventure, as you find the farthest, least coherent and least used roads towards finding a likewise less-used word or phrase.

For example, I may start talking about how I need to buy/make (curses) drapes for my apartment in place of the decorational saran wrap (i.e. lace) curtains now in place. Problem: I don't know/remember the word for 'drapes', 'curtains', or anything similar. Closest I can fit is something like 'varjad' .. things that shade another thing (as in 'vihmavarjad,' or, 'umbrellas'). Let's say I offer out the 'varjad' option, garnished with some sped-up garnishing about it being in my room in my apartment. With the exception of Tuuliki, who is amazing at pulling out some sort of logic in my salt-water jumble of a sentence, most meet the arrival of such an explanation with blank stares and a sip of coffee, if a mug of coffee be in their hand. Thus erupts a momentous and cascading assortment of variations and semi-related detail: made of kangas (fabric), hangs from the wall or ceiling in front of a window, something I really need to invest in before the quick-approaching summer and the start of daylight somewhere around 2 or 3 am and when I have wishes of effectively sleeping somewhat past that time. At long last, the long-hunted word, familiar or not, questioningly emerges.. 'kardinad??'. As it's often an entirely new word to my patchwork of vocabulary and expletives, I repeat it and often go forward, regardless of if I can confirm or deny (it's actually on a good 90-something procent of the time.. the rest of the time, it just makes for the explanation being more interesting and odd). Then on to the next cycle of roundabout specifism!

Fantasticistic, if you ask me somehow.

More on the here and there's, the who and how's to come. Tulebgi ikka.

Tõlkimine tuleb.. või midagi ise oma mõttedes. Ma ei viitsi nii palju inglise keeles kirjutada, või rääkida, või mõtleda üldse. See mulle väga meeldib. Kirjutan siis kõigist veel, ka.. oma reis Tuulikiga, mu soovist hoopis rohkem reisida, mis on reisimine, mis on mis, kuidas on kuidas ja kus või kuhu see kõik jalutab.

Edasi, вперёд..

Külmatuule.

Noh, nii. It's been a bit since any last bits of incoherencies have scattered themselves across these pages. It's been a shorter bit since the official mark of the sünnipäev (birthday) has occurred. What would logically follow in streaming text form would either be an update or a long and theoretically endless reflection on one or many things. I'll go for neither. Or bits of both. Or some cake and beer. Most likely the latterish.

The shifting of light is fantastic, though odd, on the way back toward the summertime dominance of daylight. I very often feel like I accomplish too little, that my list of 'tehtud asjad' (done things) that can be sorted from the day is often even lacking the title. True, it probably is shorter and less detailed than it could be. It's also much easier right now to at least temporarily blame it all on the extension of hours during which printed text is somewhat visible for more than a pair of hours. In that thinking, when it was dark and I was able to scratch out at least one identifiable area of 'progress' from the mid-section of the day, the quick approach of evening pushed things ahead and I felt as though the workable, productive part of the day was brushed up. With further edging in of daylight from both sides and the approach of much, much more, I suddenly feel like the one or two things actually knuckled into place is met with mitu veel tundi (so many more hours) of .. whatever seems to fill that space. I'll soon either become comfortable with the fact that I have, and allow myself to enjoy, 'free time', or I'll dive into increased levels of caffeine and actually implement the active part of the word 'motivation'. Developing a balance of both would also probably be fulfilling. Not very different from the sense of satisfaction that may be derived from cake and beer.

Here's the part where I drone on about the oddities and uneasy feelings rippling through everywhere (including here) as a result of the majanduse kriisi (economic crisis). Well, fair enough. It's my form of expressing the minimalism which may be appreciated, especially in such times. Sobib.

Kas meri peegeldab taevase värvi, või ongi teistpidi?

Does the sea reflect the colour of the sky, or vice versa?

Las, et see küsimus lihtsalt riiputab..

Edasi, вперёд..