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Disciplined Illustration

2007-08-31T18:29:00.000+02:00

Silja Goetz is a freelance illustrator with home in Madrid/ Spain, born in Germany, studied comunication design in Nürnberg,and worked 2 years as a graphic designer for Allegra Magazine in Hamburg.

Via:

With a client list that includes El País, The New Yorker, Fast Company, among other leading publications, Silja is a disciplined multi-tasker who has overcome hurdles to make an impact in her field.

who are you?

2007-08-27T21:16:00.000+02:00

inspired by maslow's hierarchy, build your own -and destroy it.

AMAZE ME

2007-08-14T16:53:00.000+02:00

His name is Jordi Labanda (born 1970, Mercedes, Uruguay), and lived in Barcelona since the age of three.
He studied Industrial design and began to wrok as commercial illustrator in 1993. In 1995 his work began to appear at international press, New York Times Sunday magazine, Tatler, V or Vogue America, as well as contributed to various Spanish and international publications including Elle, La Vanguardia, Visionaire and Wallpaper*. His corporate clients include JVC, Alessi, Zara, Salvatore Ferragamo, Puig, Adidas, Knoll International and Louis Vuitton.
More about his bio and work at Jordi's offcial web site, and In Brief, you can watch the video Labanda talking.

‘I am relentlessly searching for beauty in all its incarnations � it is one of my ultimate obsessions. I would like to unlock the secret that will define beauty in the future. Describe to me one of your obsessions.’

inspirational talk on happiness and design

2007-08-10T19:09:00.000+02:00

Via Designer Daily, great video from TED talk series by Stefan Sagmeister, Austrian graphic designer and interesting persona.
Enjoy!

"macbook - it IS so sexy...

2007-07-26T13:50:00.000+02:00

...look at this curves, it's so sexy" - my male friend on his new macbook.
Moi-no comment. I twittered about this last evening.

Digital culture overwhelmed all barriers, can MacBook be the substitute for your girlfriend or significant other? In this case my male friend compared the 'curves' of his new MacBook with female ones.
When I asked him why? The reply was so simple: " because it's a perfect design of computer arts."

Stop the Violence: It starts with screams but must never end in silence

2007-06-25T20:56:00.000+02:00

This happens in Europe as well, in developed countries, not only in traditional, patriarchal environments.
Statistics show that 12 % to 15 % of women in Europe face violence in the home every day.It does not have to be related only with 'domestic' violence. It can happen to you at work, on the street, at home, in everyday female-male communication, and seems like you cannot do anything about it. Recorded video hidden in the pocket doesn't work as legal process in many countries is long and is under corrupcy. Women are unprotected.
It also doesn't have to do with your education level, or if you are housewife, or young professional, calm person doing her own business, until someone comes and start to abuse/harass you. Verbaly and physically.
Someone brought laws to protect women, I am not femisnist, but when someone is abusing you in one, the other or both ways, you as a female should have some protection. It is not only the pain that can pass, but also the pain that for you as a normal persona makes introvert or wrong picture about male population (akka generalizations, etc.).

It is happening to many women, many of them are silent, many of them are loosing their cases, and many - maybe even worse: the faith.

The Council of Europe – Europe’s leading human rights organisation - has decided it is time it stopped. It has launched a campaign in its member countries to criminalise domestic violence, ensure support for victims and foster new attitudes so that violence against women in the home will no longer be tolerated. Everyone has a role to play. This site shows what is being done and where to combat violence against women - You are also concerned.

lounge anti-gravity

2007-06-01T15:47:00.000+02:00

After resolving some of the issues and long working week, one should take a rest and relax.
This practical hammock, via, is perfect before weekend night out.

In the waiting line

2007-05-28T21:28:00.000+02:00

In the waiting line:

. for servicing my laptop
. for the job
. for the fight of copyright violations,
e-intellectual property abuse that I am exposed.

Love to sleep

2007-05-25T21:00:00.000+02:00

After whole week of running, running from spot A to spot B, working like mad, do not count anymore my work -time, going for an interviews (more to come next week, cheers! any good news will be good, i do hope), after the long nap I needed (I never sleep in the afternoon hours but this was exception), I rest my eyes on wonderful photos and then video was to come, thanks to Alex. Finally, read an article, via BBC, on a man who stayed awake for 11 days, wanted to break the Guinness World Record of 264 hours set by Randy Gardner in 1964. The name of the guy is Tony Wright, 42, from Penzance. He said 'he fought off tiredness by drinking tea, playing pool and keeping a diary'.
Like this one, right zen philosophy, he said: drinking tea ( I do), playing pool (another game), keeping diary (oh yes!). I wouldn't mind a peace of Tiramisu: ) And always when I wake up I'm between the dream and the reality.
Bloggers are not recommended to practice this, as Guinness killed the category due to possible health dangers.

Comme Des Garçons and PLAY!

2007-05-24T18:10:00.000+02:00

Japanese fashion brand Comme Des Garçons (Like Boys) by designer Rei Kawabuko is introducing a new unisex fragrance called Play.
A new fragrance inspired by the brand's recently introduced Play clothing line.
Via slamxhype- The concept of the Comme des Garcons PLAY line is design by not designing. It is a collection of basic items based on original forms or prototypes. PLAY items are characterised by the iconic red heart logo designed by Filip Pagowski, a New York-based artist from Poland.
Notes include bitter orange, lime, black pepper, saffron, thyme, marine notes, patchouli, musk, and oakmoss.

History, via:
Tokyo-based fashion design house of Rei Kawakubo. "I have never really been into fragrances," said Kawakubo in 1999 (Women's Wear Daily, 9/20/2003), and perhaps that attitude explains the brand's strikingly unconventional range of scents.

Their first perfume, Comme des Garcons Eau de Parfum, launched in 1994. Other fragrances include White (1996), Odeur 53 (1998), Comme des Garcons 2 (1999), Odeur 71 (2000), Comme des Garcons 3 (2002), Comme des Garcons 2 Man (2004). The license for these fragrances is held by Puig Beauty.

In addition to the above, there is a series of series, or themed sets, of fragrances, including Series 1: Leaves, Series 2: Red (Harisssa, Sequoia, Palisander, Carnation and Rose), Series 3: Incense (Avignon, Jaisalmer, Kyoto, Ouarzazate & Zagorsk), Series 4: Cologne, Series 5: Sherbet, Series 6: Synthetic and Series 7: Sweet.

Recent releases include series 8: Guerilla 1 and Guerilla 2 (2006), Comme des Garcons Play (2007).

casting pearls...

2007-05-22T23:07:00.000+02:00

again, today, at work, in hurry -after the colleague told the other colleague how she was watching live yesterday of 'breaking the precious glasses' for me, today i was casting the pearls...real one.
my pearl bracelet, only one I had, was torn in a motiona, and the outcome you know...
i didn't go after to pick, i am bittered.

walking on broken glasses

2007-05-21T12:24:00.000+02:00

i just broke my nice, thin, no frame, computer protected glasses at work...phones, duties, hurry, 'i want it now and do this and that' orders etc.etc.
seems i have lot of damages those days and weeks, and signs that i notice but cannot change.
we are just little humans dying every night and having rebirth each dawn.
i shouldn't blog at work, especially on my lunch break. after this i cannot eat, i lost my appetite.

my new discovery of pc telephony

2007-05-20T11:29:00.000+02:00

I used Skype and Yahoo messenger. Before. And always had delays. Most of the time.
Now I discovered with my French friend Google Talk. Many people use Google talk - chat is for chatting, but last night I had a chance to hear perfect sound, not only of my companion's, but the cars and mopeds on the streets - all sounds from the balcony, which was great, as from now I will use Google talk instead of Skype. This sounds like ad for Google talk, but it was really cool and I could speak back my French clearly.

those dancing days are gone...

2007-05-19T22:03:00.000+02:00

I turned back again to the place I was last night. Where I've lost my right silver earring. Noone could find it, as it disappeared. maybe it's somewhere in the city, some corner, or tiny place.
Nouvelle Vague was playing the Killing Moon. Nice cover...

New brand and design for Olive oil

2007-05-19T11:59:00.000+02:00

I use it everyday in my kitchen, though Italian good one. This new product, for food and body care, is presented as artisanal olive oils in the Bombay Hills near Auckland.
"The oils come in two pure forms and two infusions, garlic and lemon, while the packaging, by pHd3, makes a fitting addition to the contemporary kitchen." More information on new brand and lovely design at official web site.

falling from grace, bad karma or something else?

2007-05-19T01:41:00.000+02:00

I read this somewhere before I started to write this post:
"Feelings are like glass-mirrors. If they break they could carve our soul"

I guess bad karma is running after me, as i bashed over my past in previous post. what could happen to a normal, simple ( i have to make up that I'm simple because recently i have some accusations on my au contraire 'part')girl, in rainy, cats&dogs, day? well, i was so enthusiastic about going to current exhibition to rest my eyes on art, then i hurried trying to arrive before gallery close time. It was raining as I said, very slippy, sliding and slimy when the streets are full of trashed card boards in the downtown, with my secure footwear i managed somehow with umbrella and camera in my hand to fall down on the ground ( I am not an angel, yet), and thanks to whomever, i didn't had any fracture or open wounds - i landed as a cat on both palms. but the adventure is not over.
my camera was crashed and i started to pick up the peaces from the ground, covers for the battery etc. hopefully, friend helped me to back together my camera and i continued to an empty gallery throuwing myself into the moments of, just known to me, inner escapism. art-works that i really enjoyed in. humbly, i moved and we decided to go to the one bar, than to the next. in the meantime, we had chit-chat, life issues, etc, i realised that my camera is not working at all, so we stopped to re-boot it. i managed to save some photos. it was still raining and my knees was scratched and still in bruises. i was angry at the city, at the city (dirty) management, my long step, the hurry i was, holding two things at the same time and we relaxed in Cuba Soul bar. with great music. and lovely Jasmin tea. staying there for 2, 3 hours i didn't realise that i lost my big round silver earring, the right one, but later when i got home, friend told me that she noticed only one earring (but didn't tell me). after talk, talk and talk, and talk on travels, CC, plans what might be done, or not, possibilities and only women knows wisdom to drop on the corner table, i came to few conclusions.
we went out, i went home, still raining, and i noticed that above all that happened to me (falling, camera, knees), i lost my earring. right here, in this place.

The right one. the precious one. i am desperate. after all this, a great guy comes along, via G-IM, with usual, normal conversation, information, when we came to 'life here issues', 'people's depression issues, here', title for an interview that i gave few days ago, (am i cyborg super cyber female and is it a compliment or insult?), to continue on politics, my married boyfriend from the previous post, and ...i do not know what has happened but this great guy made some remarks on my attitude, behaviour plus he gave me advice. i listened but didn't accept it. it was on mistakes.
i do make lot of mistakes. every day. that 'advice', that one added all the sorrow and bitterness i felt that day. how less is needed to bring ordinary girl down? how much this 'great guy' can cheer me up and make me smile, the same can add the oil into the fire, this time - analysing me, my mistakes, as i am not that aware for all those years how much did i make them, and trying to correct and learn new lesson from every single of them. even, my best, good friend who really knows me, never talk to me this way, even when he had some remark it was said with all the facts, and knowings.
people, until they meet person, woman, face to face have strange or malformed picture. i would say to try to walking in my, or anyone's shoes. i was criticized with no explanation, for no rational real reasons.
i was chatting with mr. perfect. mr.perfect thinks that i am bad and making mistakes in love life and in professional. neither true. i did in past, but not now. Mr. Perfect undervalued me. i forgot to ask him is there something positive about me...
Mr. Perfect is great guy, and he says he is perfect.
I am not.

I am a girl with lost silver round earring.
The right one.
And I need to find it.

eye candy store

2007-05-18T15:16:00.000+02:00

I recently discovered UK Illustration agency for designers and illustrators, eye candy, which various sollutions and examples what human creativity can do.

Some of them I'll use on this blog. Illustration here is made by artist Sam Wilson.

not the marrying kind...

2007-05-18T09:31:00.000+02:00

it had to happen, it was just a matter of time. actually i wasn't 'the proper' girlfriend who he desired to be, for one le grand phd, le professeur. he wanted proper wife who would bring him slippers after work, cook meals, clean dishes and table, clean the house and have sex when he wants (the bigger the geek - the rare sex theory?), and there was lack of real intimacy in all its facets.. let's get clear: i adore cooking for the one i love, and to be intimate and have sex as I wish three times per day, if possible, but hey (as being rebellious and feisty, long long time ago) I refused to be a slave, i refused to color my hair into blond (sorry, blonds), wear very high heels and show off my long legs, so I 'could perfectly match with his new phd-winning BMW'. isn't that sick for a man who is in his 37 or is it maybe pre-early midlife crises?
so, finally news came one day (shall i say evening) while i was blogging and writing so dedicated, that he is married (fresh married) and that our mutual (his best friend) refused to be his godfather when he saw his 'choice': present 'ms. phd' - actually, poor girl doesn't know or has reached more than high school, but hey: who wouldn't marry phd professor???
me!
those that really worth are taken and seems that all of my ex's are getting married, pardon -me: they are married! i said no: twice, i couldn't, i was too young and was afraid, wasn't sure. now i perceive that i was right. i am fabulous and cook for dearest around me, clean when i want to, do not wear home slippers, and i love, really love the natural color of my hair, i doesn't have to wear high heels, and label of the cars was never my cup of tea.
i am telling myself that this 'big' love, when it was love, and not animosity, and breaking up was the right decision i made.
and claim that i will go to monastery if he, then, my last (but not least), boyfriend got married, is out of question. i will not go to monastery, i recalled - after him i had great dating time with 8 years younger boyfriend who was much caring and really great guy (but it was 'my fault' as I broke up because of my inner prejudices of 'younger guy-older girl relationship' issue). at least, i do not have to worry if this guy will get married before me, or should i?
...maybe i am not the marrying kind.

Some things are just less likely than others...

2006-11-08T15:47:00.000+01:00

...Jonathan Winters once said. As well as, unknown, that time is flying too fast that we forget how old/young/wise/blind-folded, we are.
My father, genius and my love, an incredible man, that anyone can learn a lot from, is having operation this Friday. I don't know why I'm twriting about this, maybe as I found myself as not 'spring-chicken' 'anymore' - words of a guy named Peter (28, programmer with wife, kid etc., and who had flight with me from east cost of USA to Paris) after long self-relevation, he said one general truth: "Life is too short". Which, brought me back to reality today when I heard from my dentist specialist some not that pleasant news. As we thought that we are strong in our early 20's, and so wise and 'noone can't beat us' in the second half of the decade, I just stopped myself where slips through our fingers and vice versa We are /some of us/ not aware how fragile and small we are.
Needed.
This one below with credits of the author.

singing back..

2006-10-17T20:55:00.000+02:00

aha, and downloading drivers for my new hardware, and singing. searching.
all in the cloud of vanilla aroma-sticks.

it is lovely...

2006-10-17T18:40:00.000+02:00

...when you , in the middle of your work, recieve a text message from someone just to check if you are o.k.

girls, watch out: google maps

2006-10-17T10:43:00.000+02:00

ok this is wierd, but my good friend (i call him srb.lebowski) is very funny guy. actually i found out this morning that he is so geek geek that i was laughing out loud. it is 10 am european time , -9hrs west coast time and here how conversation went:

he was waiting for me to wake up so he can tell me 'the happy news":
- i downloaded Google Maps for TREO
and it worksss
(lot of smileys)
+ great, superb, superb

me: eh, you are geek.
he: hey, it has live traffic!!!
oh, super!!!
me: yesterday i detected my building at Maps.
he (not listening ): this is what i was looking for, yeeeeah!!!!
this is great!!!!
me: what is great?
he: do you know how much i needed ...
well, when i drive..
now i know where is traffic-jam
me: why don't you buy gps?
he (continuing his story): ...to avoid highways
why? why? this is free...
me: why are you so happy?
he: it works, works, works so nice:))
hahahahahha
(he seems very very happy, i wonder what does his wife say?
probably she is off this story so he came here to tell me)
...continuing:
it is super!!! it has directions.
me: you geeks, are all the same.
he: sorry, i noticed you
me laughing
'what did you notice, you are just talking about it?
he: directions are so cool,
you dont' even know how happy i am now.
and continues:
'now i cannot get lost'
(see, see, this is the common sentence:))
me: and until now you could get lost somewhere without it..?
you're funny as a theatre , i said.
he (doesnt listen): and there is "find nearby business"
this is hilarious!~!!
and there's satelitte view, yessss!!!!!
me: is there any other additional things ? are you happy now?
he: yessss, very happy
me (now the sarcasm speaks): are you so happy that you're in ecstasy? near orgasm?
he: hahahahahaha, yes
me: omg + (thinking -better for you to go to bed, and be happy to your wife)
but i kept silence, as he's my good 'from the old time 'friend.
and i asked again if there';s any new 'thing' inside the Maps,
he kept repeating the same things all over and over
until he all of the sudden stopped and the converstion led to some other
directions, but google maps.
after when i asked him about geeks, he denied that he is one:))
adding that he can talk about anything and knows about many things
more than average male person, everything but female make-up.

no comment.

looping

2006-10-16T21:49:00.000+02:00

during your 20's you are full of energy, you want to conquer the world, you think you know everything (the most of the issues you know, but...) , you fly too high, you are on the top of the world, multitasking, from one 'pond'to the 'other', life is so easy, you jump in the winter to the cold ocean, run into the skies in the summertime, go out at 1 am to look for the stars and listen to the sound of silence, make wonders, events, projects, have your equipe, your life, or at a time you share a life with someone, and everything seems great when things start to fall appart.
many things became vague. difficult.
and then one day...approaching to your 30's, you suddently burn out (if not before, you are lucky).
yes, you are wise, sage, you know who you are/where are your limits/what do you want from life, you've been there-done that. if you are lucky and have great best friends (your parents who are not there, but are there when needed/alert situation), people are strange you realize, also selfish, and more than that (see Animal farm-Orwell). and all familiar faces became distant and unfamiliar, close(r) to you are not there/doesnt want to understand, those who are far away are not here (ironic)/doesnt or cannot understand you.
you are in the loop.
the question is how to get out?
it is not easy as one may think.
it is not about taking one leg and then the other out.
no, no:)
you think it is, but in practice is much complicated.
events/surrounding/people/inner-self/time&place/all do that.
facades/layout/interface/looks/fat/slim/ do it.
media/people/media/people/institution/politics do it.
and you are responsible for that.
one expereince loop in a lifetime
one - never.

love (in broader or narrow sense, or however you want to interpret it).

tonight on loop: nina simone & don't let me be misunderstood

terrible cook

2006-10-15T16:22:00.000+02:00

this is X-time that i put organic rice to cook and it is again the same story (always with rice): i put a lot of water (each time thinking: yes, it will need time to boil and all until i do some toher things) and then i go back to my notebook and work, and listen and read, and then all off the sudden, first sensation is smell. i run to the kitchen and each time i see familiar scene: curtain of grey cloud and smell of burned rice, and my dish is always ruined (apporx. i buy each month a new one). and i am so bad in this 'rice thing', i will never ever be a good cook.
my friend from the upper floor came down to see whats going on -seems that the whole building thought i made a fire in my kitchen. i am quitting cooking and go back to cybercooking.

i am a..

2006-10-15T02:44:00.000+02:00

...a geek girl and i am proud of it.
it is 2.40am and i confesss now and here (under stomach influenza) that i gave a training lecture on course on Dream Weaver, 4 years ago, at University of Minnesota, and i have got after one class, from the IT professor, as a good teaching assistent, T-Shirt and small car, all from Geek Squad, This came up this early to my kind this morning/night. wahtever.
Roots...:)

p.s. the car was fake (paper car,though i liked them)

"A geek understands the feeling and thoughts of computer and video games characters but not always feelings of real human being."...

2006-10-14T10:35:00.000+02:00

...was the sentence that my male friend (totally sport, plus member of Mensa) told me two days ago. then i thought that he must be a geek, who would be obssesed with IQ scores , running for miles and miles and i realized: there are normal people and geeks. i am not normal, i guess:) therefore, i am a geek. but not real one. i am fake geek. though i am not a programmer, i am not familiar with 1000 tech. issues (though some of them). people usually reffer geeeks with IT area (false). Then, the other day here's what my friend told me in girls chit-chat coversations: " I was dating a geek. Actually several geeks. Two of them - geeks on architecture (total geeks). First was arty, and the second architecture geek guy , was total nerd but kind guy, plus obssesed with video games. Then, came real geeks: computer science geeks, programmers - those are the most dangerious < i laughed when i heard this story, but i had total empathy for this>. So, i used to date, and later on, live with one so called 'shark' geek/big nerd (worked in sillicon valley, in big coorp. google, microsoft, etc.), who didn't dettached from his devices even when we would go out , either during the day or night. He had his electronica body music, whatever, which was not torelable for the ears and the great wonder was when i put him on my 'records' my french music and rock, indie, alternative and even pop. It was frustrating and when we would go everywhere (in plane, on beach, at coffie shop, in lounge bar etc) he would take his new gadget (pocket pc with phone, or gps so 'we wouldn't get lost' in 'very familiar and well-known paths and highways), and then one day i realized that i am living with a numb (and obviously dumb person, beacuse thousands diplomas and references cannot buy you brain and heart-if you don't have one). His de-bugging in front of the screen very late at night for weeks, months became obssesion - as it was a part of his lifestyle, and when 'bugs' became more important than moi, I broke up with him."
I just kept silence and drifted somewhere away without listening the rest of the post-break up story with that geek. I do not want to believe that all the geeks are like the mentioned guy, as i have few good friends who are into CS field, and know everything about computer. And when I need some expert help from them, and I am thankful for that -even they call them geeks, they are great guys. And most of them like to drink beer.
yes, one of them was my ex , and ex, and ex and ex:)
not that bad for the non-geek girl wannabe!

:)

2006-10-11T23:10:00.000+02:00

i do believe in angels
sounds irrational, but they exsist.

my favourite is cassiel

all i need

2006-10-10T17:16:00.000+02:00

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that's all folks.
all about girls talk.

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a teese(er)

2006-10-10T14:12:00.000+02:00

i was great this morning by getting up at 7.30am (and going to bed at 11.30pm) instead of many night/dawns - going to bed at 3, 4, 5 am, and waking up at 9, 10 am. no can do it. anymore. yesterday i decided to change the tide and it feels good. you meet the sun.
it is cold and sunny (but colder inside), that i 'm gonna lose my nose (almost). as i try to cure myself with own cuisine (garlic, organic bread, vegetables and a bit of proteins), i found out talking with my girl- friend (this is girl talk blog, isn't it?) about perspectives. in life and general.
over the kitchen desk philosophy on media, media phenomenologyst, feminism ( i hate that word and whatever it is about), us of a: yes, me -> no, and nepotism/protection/laisons inside of getting a role for theatre show, for shooting a film, for having connection for every area of work. another girl- friend is calling for help as she need (she is super ambitious) eBooks on research methodology (that , oh wonder, i may have -yes, remember those times) while studying phd course Research Methodology at dr.prof. S. Uh, hm, yes, suppose, was long time ago, but she ruined my expessing the 'feminism' today (read: irony). but i browsed my C and E and found it. anyway, just got text message from my post-graduate student/cannot make to come to class today/ bad - no money today. odd.
i shall get back to my business. shall i make a fiesta by the end of this month? shall i call a band to play a music? shall i.. : NO.
just want to...moving keep on moving (singing in myself).
these two girls know to have fun (dita & scarlet)

concentration and distractions

2006-10-09T17:57:00.000+02:00

When a girl doesnt get enough sleep, she feels like a zombie all day and cannot do anything properly - except to turn on and off washing machine. everything go wrong: words, typos, communication, priorities, sleep crises during the day, thousands thougths : what if...
..and eyes start to hurt, you see dots (too much screen/ing/), restlesness comes along, doing nothing and everything, waiting to pass another day - because tomorrow is another day, brand new..and everything will come to its place: she will get up properly all cheered , go outside to the griceries, start her work, do all things she usually do BUT with total dedication and concentraion. Otherwise, she listen Franz Ferdinand, eats randomly, talks too much on the phone and writes a lot - a big escapade (an excuse) not to work what she has to.
Wise man would say: don;t push into the river, wait another day, it will be better, but in all that nervious state of body and mind you make some mistakes (logistic -> semnatic), and your day is already an evening.
Time for work or sleep? Or just another 'awakening' to work until 2, 3 am?
This is going to change. Mondays are made for that.

I take two yin-yang balls (those who are familiar with chinese culture) , a chinese guy told me its for circulation, against stress and coordination for hands, ok, i tried them. Mine are metal-silver yin-yang balls medium size for my palms. There are also Lavander scent sticks, no doesnt' help, Bergamot oil is great for concentration and for relaxing, but now its too late. Or maybe its early.

Here comes email from the peers (of of the main people) from the other side of the pond.
Over and out.

geek or non a geek?

2006-10-09T14:41:00.000+02:00

when it comes to words, many people define them as they want, think, percieve.
geek in a positive conotation and geek in some other, in some pejorative tone.
i was astonished on 'turbo geek'. i wonder do they ever sleep?
when do they sleep, eat, go to bed, go out for a walk?
where is the fine line between a geek and net addict?

i could never talk about this with my girl-friends as they /hardly understand, what it means to be a geek or to be with a geek. so, i talked yesterday over the pond with my friend, manager friendly geek @ Nortel, and he told me that geek is not neccesseraly bad person, as i know that by myself, living for awhile with one of them (difficult and nervious and romantic). so , my 'over pond' friend, told me (he is a big hiker and interesting person), that - e.g. he is a geek but he is in the second group of geeks - smart, well-informed but also broad-minded, curious for other things than computers, and romantic. and added: i am not difficult.
as good part of my life i am surrounded by geeks, in virtual and real life, i am lucky to know those positive geeks who wouldn't 'cheat' their girlfriends on some 'matching' web site 'telling lies' on single status and so...
the last one was of of those from the first group of geeks.
bad.

i'll stick to the second group as I, multitasking (in quitting this bad habit) woman, can learn a lot from them as well as there is always a little kid hidden inside of them.