Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Kittens and Love

The second performance of our Vagina Monologues took place yesterday and it was awesome. Some boys did leave, but everyone has a right to free expression unless they hurt others, right?

I am alone in the office, co-workers gone. And I am feeling peace and calm and quiet and I am truly happy, happy like I haven't been for maybe last quarter of this year.

And when you're happy, you attract happy things, even from the evil, gossip-spreading Facebook. This is what I've found and decided to share with you.

Thank you http://cavnews.wordpress.com/2013/07/16/21-pictures-that-will-restore-your-faith-in-humanity/ you are the one who put up this pics and I hope my readers will come visit your blog.

21 Pictures That Will Restore Your Faith In Humanity

Posted on July 16, 2013 by cavnews

1. This picture of Chicago Christians who showed up at a gay pride parade to apologize for homophobia in the Church.

(Michelle Gantner / Maladjusted Media)

… and the reaction from the parade.

(Michelle Gantner / Maladjusted Media)

2. This story about Japanese senior citizens who volunteered to tackle the nuclear crisis at Fukushima power station so that young people wouldn’t have to subject themselves to radiation.

This story about Japanese senior citizens who volunteered to tackle the nuclear crisis at Fukushima power station so that young people wouldn't have to subject themselves to radiation.

Source: bbc.co.uk

3. This picture of two Norwegian guys rescuing a sheep from the ocean.

4. This sign at an awesome bookshop.

Source: helsinki-syndrome.tumblr.com

5. This poll about what Snooki should name her child.

6. The moment in which this Ohio athlete stopped to help an injured competitor across the finish line during a track meet.

7. This exchange between a 3-year-old girl and a shopping center.

8. This note that was handed to a waiter along with a $20 bill by an elderly lady in his restaurant.

9. This sign at an awesome Subway restaurant.

10. This picture of a villager carrying stranded kittens to dry land during floods in Cuttack City, India.

Image by Biswaranjan Rout / AP

Image by Biswaranjan Rout / AP

11. This sign at an awesome drycleaner’s.

12. This photograph of a man giving his shoes to a homeless girl in Rio de Janeiro.

13. This picture of a firefighter administering oxygen to a cat rescued from a house fire.

(TOM BAUER/Missoulian)

14. And this one.

Image by Chris Butler / AP

15. This interaction between a Guatemalan girl and a tourist she just met.

16. This gesture from a neighbor.

17. These photos of two children collaborating to rescue a dog who had fallen into a ravine.

18. This note on a young family’s check.

19. This exchange between a protester and a soldier during a protest in Brazil.

(Imagens/ TVBA)

20. These pictures of a man jumping into rough waters to rescue a stranger’s Shih Tzu in Melbourne.

Via: news.com.au

21. And this photograph of two best friends on a swing.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

I Love Georgian Service: Part 2. The Conditioner

How many Georgians does it take to change a light bulb? Legion is thy name.

Here is the chronicle of how we were getting an air cooler…

First, we had to decide that we truly need it. Then, the management had to decide that we truly need it. Then, logically, the logistics co-worker had to figure out where to buy it, how to buy it, invoices, prices. And then, at last, at that blessed day of the last Monday, the air conditioner arrived.

We rejoiced and danced tribal dances around it. Our happiness was short-lived. Alas, nothing last forever, even fondest moments of life. Some part of the goddamned air cooler was in conflict with another part, peace between them—unattainable and that’s how the conditioner guys left us.

They promised to bring us the missing soul mate part on Tuesday. They promised to bring us the part on Wednesday. They promised to fucking bring us the part on Thursday. By Friday, we evaporated; our aimless, overheated bodies floated over the desks and computers and the sweat dripped so much that it later condensed to a huge cloud and rained on the whole city.

They promised to come on Saturday. They promised to come on Sunday.

My co-worker called them on Monday. And they…promised to come on Monday.

I called the service center on Tuesday. They said the part was in the warehouse. I called the warehouse. They promised to bring the part that day. Having heard that, I started having convulsions and foam dripped from my mouth. Stuttering, I asked them to be honest and name the day of the week they may actually show up. I told them that this was an office and that we leave at 6.

Afterwards, I stayed late in the office. That almost never happens. At 8:00 P.M., I heard a knock on the door. The conditioner guy brought the part. Our logistics person rushed in soon and looked surprised at me. I was in the office, alone, with a conditioner guy. Cue porn music.

Apparently, all 12 people that he has been calling about the conditioner called him to inform him that THE MISSING PART was in the office. So he rushed to it. Anyway, they brought up THE PART and they left. And they promised to send guys that would put the cooler up, well, you guessed it, next day. According to some secret air conditioning code, the guy that brings THE PART cannot be the guy that hooks it up.

The morning in the office started as usual today. After watering the plants and making coffee, I habitually called THE SERVICE CENTER. Be warned that no one answers till noon. At noon I told the girl that if we don’t feel the cool breeze on our cracked, dried-up skins by 4, I will call again. At 3:30, nothing indicated that they would, you know, come. So, I called again. No one at THE SERVICE CENTER could understand why was I so mad. They said they would come. What else could they do? Except maybe repeat it one more time.

The conditioner silently lay on the floor, all of its parts intact. I gave up fruitless attempts to work in a drenched T-shirt and started typing this post. And then…oh my god, I can’t type it straight…my emotions are taking over…and then…they came….they came…they actually came!!!

Now, a week and two days after its purchase, just a week before we leave for a month-long vacation, these guys are trying to put it up on the wall and I am afraid, god, I am afraid that some part won’t work again and that they will leave, leave me forever.

The company’s name Vestel, by the way.

P.S. the pic: the miracle conditioner

Monday, July 15, 2013

3 Years

Traditionally, somewhere in the middle of July I celebrate my blog birthday. 3 years, 41 795 views and steady 40ish followers.
I post once a week, with unhappy exceptions when I am too tired to write or nothing happens around me.
The most popular post of the month has not changed for 3 years. It is titled Homo: Phobia and Sexuality or How Do We React When Two Men Kiss?
It's not a particularly good post. In fact, it is about a seminar I held, so chances are, if you haven't attended the seminar, you won't understand the post. But the title attracts readers and maybe in some distant future it won't be as important anymore and maybe more scandalous posts will receive more attention and even in the more distant future, the most important posts will get the most attention and not necessarily the ones that scream sex.
So, here's this year's rating of the most viewed posts:

1.Why Do We Stink?

Apr 16, 2011

1891 views

2.Homo: Phobia and Sexuality or How Do We React When...

Sep 29, 2010,

1744 views