Ania Seeks Duende

There was a time when I'd be excited to know that Rice wrote a book about werewolves. But it was a long time ago. Now I am paranoid, frustrated and angry. What is wrong with me?

Ehhh, everyone on her Facebook page either is certain s/he will love the book and that is a masterpiece, or they read the advance copy and call it masterpiece, or they love the book already although they have not read it. Of course, her page is a FAN page so it's highly unlikely anyone would post an unflattering review of the book.

Oh LiveJournal!
Why is it so hard to be back here?
I've always used LJ for the reason people use Facebook these days. Minus the "uber private" factor because LJ has never meant to be a private journal. For that, I've got the thing with real sheets of paper in it.

I've always liked communication and we had some pretty interesting discussions here back in the good old days...
And then people became even more cryptic than I am with these entries full of links to youtube and stolen pictures.
It is not fun anymore.
I had some hopes for tumblr but I learnt quickly that tumblr is for effect and it feels like being in a crowded supermarket full of noisy teens...in Tokyo.

Edward Hopper, Night Shadows, 1921.

Sleeping an eternal sleep.
I hope it's a good film..
Like about eating an orange fruit in the cold light of the moon,
In January.


Edward Hopper, A Solitary Figure in a Theatre, 1904.

The Internet of our present time disturbs me. Online community platforms disturb me. Mind you, I’ve entered this world in 1995. It was a time when if you’d wanted to have a blog, you’d had to html or optionally dhtml it, pump it with some java, and then find a web space to upload it. The Stone Age era to some of you, I know…

I engaged in a brief discussion about it with a friend yesterday. He told me he observed how people (those close to him too) would live that virtual life, sharing almost every intimate detail of their lives with the people online. Hello to Facebook, yes. People are flooded with tons of pictures of their friends and people who for some reason they’ve got on the mighty friends list but not necessarily are fully aware who they really are. You do literally know what they’re currently doing, where they are or what’s creeping in their heads. People practically reveal every smallest or mundane detail from their lives so that those on their list may either respond or alternatively just “like it”, like, for instance, – as the change of his status told you so – that your friend has divorced recently. It creeps me out. It really does. Or maybe it’s just me being not much of an online exhibitionist.

Me and my friend signed off from that virtual life for different reasons though. He said he’s not much of a sociable person, so he’s never been very interested in socialising on the Net. I, on the other hand, am very sociable person… just not on the Internet. I had my “active” period between 1997-2004 and that’s about it. But I can’t fight this impression – which is so typical for the differences between generations rather than the Net but oh well – that people were different then, and it was more fun than now. I guess it lost all its digital poetry it ever had. We’re bombarded with more information and pictures than our brain’s capable of absorbing, so the human brain shuts it down, and shuts other things down as well. People just visually mince this or that. Am I exaggerating and generalising? I am, of course, but there’s some truth in this, isn’t there?
It does not matter that the Internet offers many ways to manifest one’s ego or personality, everything is just something else’s copy, everyone’s just someone else’s clone.



There’s something else which disturbs me – thievery. I observe it especially in various blogs (Tumblr, for instance) It’s good to enrich one’s written text with a picture or two. The idea was adopted by bloggers from journalism. The writing’s automatically more inviting, sometimes self-explanatory, other times mysterious if it’s accompanied with a visual re/presentation. There’s nothing wrong with that of course. What concerns me though is that most of those bloggers never credit neither an author of the said picture nor a source from which that picture was originally taken. Usually, these are very fine photographs or artworks done by people who WORKED hard on them. And these works are simply – just like that – placed on someone’s blog to, of course, make the writing more interesting and cooler. But this is stealing! I don’t know how it’s called in other people’s books… in mine it’s stealing! I don’t understand this conduct. I think very low of people who don’t credit works that they use and which are not their creations.

It's terrible how Facebook eats all the best lines I could post here...which is why I don't post things here because it's seems a bit silly to copy and paste same things here and there and there and elsewhere as well. It's terrible how it became handy and most of people dear to me in this or another way are practically plugged to Facebook (and left this journal), myself somewhat included.. even though I don't have much time for Facebook as well. But yes, it is unfortunately handy and keeps me updated - even about things I don't necessarily want to know haha - and allows me to argue with Anne Rice personally. Fantastic!

I don't visit this journal often anymore. Yes, I sometimes feel nostalgic and think about good old days when everybody was here writing about whatever they were writing about. Now most of the old crew is on Facebook and although it's practical to have everyone at one place, sometimes it feels like being back in school standing in front of the student information wall.

We've been having a beautiful summer this October here. Life's good and keeps me busy. But I hope it will get even better.
Anyway, Autumn's here which means it's Type 'o' Negative season for me and preparation for the Winter sleep...

This is Leo's path. Mock-heroic. First you feel fury, ready to attack and kill with no remorse. Then you feel anger that you got furious, still entertaining the idea of this bloody massacre. Eventually though, you feel sorry for this pitiful being that put you out of control. Worse, you pity the person and empathy kicks in. Eventually you forget, sometimes you speak first, sometimes you just go away. And when the storm is over and time passes, you sit there like a proud king who just conquered something he didn't really want, and with this firm belief you're a crystal and mercury. Now I can laugh, at myself.

I've got this game to occasionally check what I say on this day but years ago. It can be real fun when you have been keeping your online journal for as long as I have

I was just thinking. No, I've been thinking since yesterday, when on my way back home, I stood for a moment (or was it actually swaaaaaaying on my high heels?) in front of this great building of Cathedral and thought how "big it is". On Sunday next week I'll turn 28 which practically and mathematically means I will have 2 years to the magic 30....which then means, and you know what they say about reaching 30, yes? Well, it's all bullshit... but let's pretend it's not ;) I'll have two years to a) conquer the world b) find a perfect job with huge salary and little responsibility, c) become a rock star and, of course, famous d) write a book ( done), get it published, become famous, become unbelievably famous and make looooots of money, e) save the world (in all dimensions) f) start my own company, g) start my own foundation h) start my own club/pub, i) and generally carry on being superb!

Yep, it's time to stop loafing around, baby!
Aug. 11th, 2007 | 05:47 pm

I almost spit my coffee on keyboard when read that. Haha! Damn! I'm so late with so many things! So many! Hah! But the good thing is I still feel and look like I was 20 years old.

Ps:

Adas Mrówka is singing for You again!