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Few months ago an online inquiry caught my attention and i still think about it.
The question in this inquiry was simply “Do you read books?” and the maximum positive answer was defined as “1-6 books per year”. This, I admit, amazed me.

As a matter of fact, I couldn’t believe someone considering that nobody reads more than 6 books per year.

I had this opportunity and asked a person, related to this inquiry, about his opinion.
Well, he told me that book worms as me don’t count and in general the young people don’t read books at all.

I refuse to believe it. I think that too many people still read.
On the photo above are only a few of the books I “ate” during the last four-five months.
Well, it is true, that I am dedicated reader - I read everywhere and anytime.
But even so, I am sure that there are many people, who read six, and even seven books last year.

Please, help me prove that.
If you read this blog, just let me know, please, the titles of the last seven books you’ve read.

I’ll be happy if you recommend some.
(My personal recommendation is Dara Horn’s novel - The World To Come, as well as Blink.)

…for tomorrow”. And why not?

After the warm and cozy holidays, spent mainly with family at home, I am again at work and feel awfully out of place.

Then I saw this and cannot resist to show it to all of you, who believe that work till death is something natural.

reodorant.com.

I do believe that everyone has its calling.
That he or she has to search for it without rest till the day when will find that the job is not only a job for money or prestige, but it could be a source of pleasure and satisfaction.
What I thinks is that there is no such a job, deserving to neglect yourself, your health, your friends and family or just to forget that work is not the most important thing in life.

*People who put the focus only on carrier will inevitably pay the price, now or later. And this price is always high.
Bad news are that one can realize this only after life slapped him in the face and almost never before something nasty happened.

*/Deductions from personal experience/

I am so far from posting here lately, but I want to, damn it!

I am trying not very successfully to gather and rearrange my thoughts.
To rearrange somehow the things I want and the things I have to do on the same priority level.
To show here so many things, that I have done so far, that are created by me and I believe you gonna like them, my very few visitors, to like it as much as I do.

I promise to post something for Halloween tonight.

Till then I wanna share what’s in my ears today:

and that:

Oh, and did I mentioned that I have a tablet already? No?
Well, now I need only some time to get used to it, but will tell you more later about my progress.

Well…it seems when I don’t have enough spare time for creating little stupid things from clay, paper or textile, when I don’t have time to doodle and draw….only the music helps me to find myself.

How is it for you?

I alway wonder what kind of person can throw the cigarette’s end or his junk food’s packings wherever it is. Just like that.

To give my contribution to this day, I appeal to everyone:

Please, throw your odds and ends only where they belongs!

Keep the chocolate or chips packing with you till the next recycle bin.

One waste matter less. One more clean view.

While lingering in YouTube last weekend and admiring Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Ginger Rogers and Cyd Charisse, I suddenly found Clayton Bates.

If you like, you can read more about him here. The man is a true inspiration.
Watch him, I have nothing more to say.

Or otherwise said, the roadster. Or the mountain-bike, or the racer, or the old bike of grandpa. Name it whatever, I don’t care. It is a dream on two wheels.

If I can ride it, that’s what I care. And to listen the sound of the tyres on the road, this very specific k-r-r-rrrrrrr while you are pedalling (yep, I don’t mean the sound of not oiled chain ;-))

I decided to write something about the next best friend of the man after dog - the bike.
Personally I have deep feelings towards this invention of the humanity.

Pity, but soon after it was dicovered the man is trying with big application to forget the bike’s existence - because to ride a bike you should make an effort, and the effort is just that thing most people don’t like at all and do not want to do ever if possible.

I want though. And I am riding - struggling against the non-popularity of this machine in my urban environment. (more…)