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I love my ukulele. I do. I really do. I get tones of fun with minimum effort. It's the best thing I have ever purchased. And it was cheap. The idea came to me from the book " How to be free " by Tom Hodgkinson. This book mentions, among other memorable things, a Chekhov story ( "Who Was To Blame?" ) about a man who tried to learn his cat to catch mice. It reminded me of my years in school. Mahalo Tom!

My goal is clear: to play any song I like on the guitar. When I was young, my parents sent my older brother and me to a children's guitar group. He absolutely loved it; I, on the other hand, hated it. I was simply too small, the guitar too big, the strings too tough. I couldn't even read or write, only sing along. Perhaps it wasn't a total waste – maybe some things stuck – but the experience certainly didn't spark joy. Instead, it blocked me for thirty years. Now, decades later, something has shifted. I have a good musical ear, I can sing decently, and I have rhythm. And for the first time in a long time, I can also play the guitar. There's a long road ahead, but the most crucial step has been taken. I've finally begun this journey.

"I WILL meet one day the Life within me, the joy that hides in my life, though the days perplex my path with their idle dust. I have known it in glimpses, and its fitful breath has come upon me, making my thoughts fragrant for a while. I will meet one day the Joy without me that dwells behind the screen of light--and will stand in the overflowing solitude where all things are seen as by their creator." from Tagore's Fruit-Gathering

Ivory towers Define my reality: Life of solitude.

I'm proud to say that I found a mistake in Steven Pinker's book. When explaining about onomatopoeia he illustrates the idea with a comic in which four dog bark in four different languages. But the Romanian and Portuguese dogs got switched. A Romanian dog would say "ham-ham" for sure. I know. I heard them. Now I would like to present some of the "Fifty Thousand Innate Concepts" I learned from this book. Theories of conceptual semantics - Extreme Nativism Nativism refers to an emphasis on innate mental organization Ideas: * single-morpheme word vs multi-morpheme words * definition vs semantic representation * verbs are composed from a smaller number of conceptual particles * conative alternations (eg. possessor-raising, locative, anti-causative) - Radical Pragmatics The mind does not contain fixed representations of the meanings of words. Oxymoron = a figure of speech that combines contradictory terms. Polysemy (many meanings) = a word having a...

Smile, and the world smiles with you; cry, and you cry alone. The best of friends need not speak face to face. All cats love fish but hate to get their paws wet. and more

And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKeena was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him. The_Hitchhiker's_Guide_to_the_Galaxy quotes

Yellow crocuses are just miraculously rising from the snow.

I found a place on the web for my sound recordings. It is called soundcloud . I uploaded all my attempts there . Two years ago I've had a productive period at recording myself singing or talking in foreign languages. My instruments were a tiny microphone, my PC, Ubuntu , and audacity . All this was, is and will be serious fun for me.

The Weather It's the third of December. In the evening the air is cold and the streets are dry. The lights of the town diffuse into the milky fog. Few people hurry shivering at home. The summer is in their minds when the sun was up until late and the wind was soft and warm. Favorite Drink My favorite drink is jasmine green tea. I like looking at the leaves slowly opening in the hot water. I also love the smell of jasmine. As much tea as possible for me, please! If I'm hungry I would like a hot sandwich with bacon, pressed cheese and tomatoes or green pepper. At The Park At the park, I use to walk and then rest for a few minutes on a bench. I like to look at the trees, the grass, and the sky. I like to listen to the birds and to watch the children playing. When I was a teenager, I used to sing there with my friends. Last Holiday I don't remember when I vacationed last time. It seems like a very long time ago. I like traveling and I have a job that permits me to...