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| Unique Visitors: 11 |
| Total Unique Visitors: 59702 |
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| The Coconut Revolution |
| 2010-05-22 12:23:00 |
That's one hell of a movie. And that was one hell of a life for those people down there on the island of Bougainville in the Pacific ocean. Tragic but at the same time somewhat funny hell (at least I laughed few times while watching the movie) and they doesn't seem to be too unhappy despite the ongoing war. They suffered and they do have a lot to complain about, which they do to a certain extent, but there is something in their attitude and how they handle the situation, that's very inspiring indeed. It's probably one of the few (I can't really remember any other) documentaries about the war which brings about the hope and strengthens your belief in some universal humanitarian values, rather than crushes them in dust and leaves you weeping about the darkness of human nature.
The story began in 1969 when huge multinational corporation Rio Tinto Zinc opened its copper mine on the island, tensions were growing through the 70's when Papua New Guinea gained its independence from Australia,...
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| Blogger |
| 2010-03-09 08:52:00 |
Image: quidquidTrue story of how I spend nights in companies of software spiders and souls forever lost in the World Wide Web.I'm starting to be excited about social networks. I was never really into it before, but now I enjoy being networked. During the last month I joined blogcatalog, bloglog, blogfrog and blog-who-knows-what-else. My password is short and simple, so it's not a big deal to jump in. I learned the whole new vocabulary and met all sorts of good and bad, beautiful and ugly people.The most amazing thing though is to watch people from all over the world coming to my site. According to Google Analytics so far this humble site is visited by 179 people from 36 countries. Well it's not entirely correct because I myself visited it from few different computers in two different count...
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| DIGESTED BY LOVE |
| 2010-03-03 20:58:00 |
the dew of the morning fell on his faceand woke him after months of dreamless sleepor was it deep in the dayand jolly springlike rain?little spider man slowly came out of his cryogenic sleeptrembling and shruggingback to the life and straight into the springdazzling patches of colorslowly turned into objects and shapescoughing and sneezinghe rose upand went to explore the placehe came here late...
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| Photo Album |
| 2010-02-19 20:03:00 |
In this photo I'm staying on the big gray stone on the shore of Atlantic oceanI'm staying exactly in the middle of a gigantic footprint of dinosaurLeft here 70 million years agoThis photo was taken by youRemember you made about 15 photos with me on that stoneBecause you said that you liked the shine in my eyesWhen I talked about how dinosaurs was more like birds than lizardsHow they lived in flocks, made nests and sung songs to each otherCared for their children and vanished from the earth just when the flowers appearedBecause flowers were probably toxic to themYeah, you said, you never know whats under the surface of beauty-----Here, next picture is youYou lay on the sofa with your eyes half closedYour hands in the air making invisible circles and starsYou smile and my kiss is still under...
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| LOVE IS A PUNK |
| 2010-02-12 03:26:00 |
I met her on one of those mad Friday evenings in club, we had some mutual friends and we finished that evening in her place. The whole company, six or seven people. Who can remember now. We drunk as much as we could and fell asleep wherever it was possible in her tiny flat. We really didn't cared about those things back then. Next evening I came to her alone and brought a couple of bottles of wine with me. I was already quiet drunk. She wasn't expecting me, but she didn't mind either. She let me in.“Yesterday,” she said, “you were wasted. But so was I.”“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah.”“Anyway I'm glad that you came. I really didn't know what to do this evening.” She moved across the room inviting me inside, and in her movements was something of a tired cat, if you can guess what...
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| first memories |
| 2010-02-06 16:50:00 |
They are sitting around the table in a small kitchen in a summer house in lovely summer town by the river, eating pancakes with jam and drinking tea so sweet as the childhood itself.The night is approaching their house from outside, with all sorts of spirits and witches wandering in the woods, but the boy feels comfortable and safe inside.In their shining ship that is floating through the darkness bearing on board the last remnants of civilization, the sole purpose of why the universe was created. That means him.Broken rays of light scattered in his teacup. Ten thousand pieces of memories of today that is about to remain in the past forever. Very soon. Just when the supper is over.There is a mosquito net on the window and hordes of six legged beasts are trying to brake their way through it...
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