- Did you tell anyone?
- Well... a few friends.
- Anyone I know?
- Yes...
- What did you tell them?
- That we had sex and it was good.
- Okay...
- Did you tell anyone?
- Just a couple of friends. And I wrote a blog post about it.

The framework of game is not about catching the other person, but connecting with the other person while being yourself. - adrienne maree brown

Lai arii kniebties veel joprojaam nav sanaacis, flirteet ir bijis ljoti jautri. Vakardienas saulgriezhu sviniibas izveertaas kolosaalas, un bonusaa iepazinos ar patiikamu jauneekli. Vinjsh arii buutu bijis lielisks vasaras romances kandidaats, bet tad caur dzeju pazinjoja, ka, redz, ebrejs un tas vinjam ir ljoti svariigi. Mani, protams, tieshi tas arii shobriid vilcina - iespeeja iesaistiities kaisliigaas attieciibaas, bez draudiem par ilgterminja sekaam.

Nezinu cik ilgi shkjirshanaas aiznjems, bet likuma priekshaa mees ar viiru vairs finansiaali neesam saistiiti. Mans jurists iesniedza papiirus 4. maijaa un tagad pa lielam vieniigais, ko varu dariit, ir gaidiit.

Gandriiz meenesis kopsh noblokjeeju visa veida komunikaaciju ar vinju - tas ljoti uzlaboja ikdienu un vispaareejo pashsajuutu. Rezultaataa arii saaku domaat par seksu ar citiem viirieshiem un manii kaut kas pamodaas. Vispaar shkjirshanaas ljoti daudz ko man likusi paardomaat un apsveert, un saprast par sevi, bet pamataa ir skaidrs, ka es esmu nenormaali forsha un tas, ko es uzskatiiju par miilestiibu, nebija miilestiiba. Stulbi, ka iisti nesapratu to agraak, bet labi, ka veel ir pa pilnam laika dziivot veseliigaak.

Sekss gan shobriid ir ljoti ljoti aktuaals temats. No vienas puses gribaas jaunu partneri peec iespeejas aatraak, lai vairaak attaalinaatos no bijushaa, bet no otras puses arii gribaas, lai tas jaunais cilveeks ir savaa zinjaa iipashs. Esmu uzsaakusi eksperimentu ar vienu bijusho koleegji, bet ir ljoti iespeejams, ka tas muusu draudziigaas attieciibas sabojaas. Neesmu paarliecinaata, ka mees abi emocionaali vienaadaa liimenii shobriid, ka gribam liidziigas lietas viens no otra, bet, manupraat, tam nevajadzeetu muus attureet no kniebshanaas.

Lai liidzsvarotu, cik daudz energjijas es ieguldu vienaa cilveekaa, arii tirinos pa Hinge. Viens dzheks, ar kuru mani samatchoja, ir ljooooti emocionaali nepieeejams, bet iisteniibaa lielisks komikjis. Noklausiijos vinja stand-up albuumu Avid Indoorsman un noteikti smeejos vairaak nekaa biju iedomaajusies. Diemzheel vinjsh veel joprojaam nav man uztekstojis, un vinja instagramma ir pilna ar bildeem ar bijusho. Bet vinjsh ir smiekliigs un es noteikti iesaku!

Principaa varat uzskatiit, ka "Marina atkal kniebjas" jaunaa sezona ir saakusies!

Bonusaa paaris Bell Hooks graamatas "All About Love" citaati:

“Love as ‘the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth.’ Love is as love does. Love is an act of will–namely, both an intention and an action.”

“The word "love" is most often defined as a noun, yet all the more astute theorists of love acknowledge that we would all love better if we used it as a verb.”

The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

Visur nosheeroju, bet sheit aizmirsu. Super quote no Girls seriaala 3. sezonas pirmaas seerijas:

"Just because I tasted her cum and spit, or could tell you her middle name or knew a record she liked… that doesn't mean anything, that's not a connection. Anyone can have that. Really knowing someone is something else. It's a completely different thing and when it happens you won't be able to miss it. You will be aware. And you won't hurt or be afraid."

"Every woman has two men. One that she's fucking and one that she should be fucking."
- Chris Rock, 1994

2003. gada 6. marts

"run, baby, run fast as you can

bērni eirovizijā. kur bērni fabrikā? būt saspiestam ar miesas radinieku. ceļot zem dvēseles spārniem. par paziņu loku neatbildēt. liet zupu šķīvī. pagaršot ķīseli. Run, baby, run, fast as you can. rozā. šodien. rīt? un tomēr es neesmu nekas. vismaz nebūšu līdz 23. aprīlim. es tik ļoti gribu būt! vai pēc 23. aprīļa es būšu? viena aizskarta stīga nenozīmē pasaules slavu. bet stīga nav viena. ģitāru nespēlē uz vienas stīgas. es ceru. klusi. ļoti klusi. asaroju cerībā. mīlu tikai sevi. draugs dzejnieks. apbērs mani ar vārdiem. saldiem? gribu! baidos. konkurence. nepatīk konkurence. nepatīk kritiķi. ar ko gan es esmu sliktāka par pārējiem? (kāpēc mēs visu laiku sacenšamies savā starpā?) atriebībā līst sviedri, ne asinis. šūpoles nepārstās rūsā čīkstēt."

To sevi es neatceros.

Okay, I'll tell you. You are the worst person I know. You constantly hit on your best friend's wife. The man pays for your food and rescued you from certain death, and this is how you repay him? And to add insult to injury, you defecate all over his yard. And you're such a sponge. You pay for nothing. You always say, "Oh, I'll get you later" but "later" never comes. And what really bothers me is you pretend you're this deep guy who loves women for their souls when all you do is date bimbos. Yeah, I date women for their bodies but at least I'm honest about it. I don't buy them a copy of Catcher in the Rye and then lecture them with some seventh grade interpretation of how Holden Caulfield is some profound, intellectual. He wasn't! He was a spoiled brat! And that's why you like him so much—he's you! God, you're pretentious! And you delude yourself by thinking you're some great writer, even though you're terrible! You know, I should have known Cheryl Tiegs didn't write me that note. She would have known there's no "a" in the word "definite." And I think what I hate most about you is your textbook liberal agenda, how we should "legalize pot, man," how big business is crushing the underclass, how homelessness is the biggest tragedy in America. Well, what have you done to help? I work down at the soup kitchen, Brian. Never seen you down there! You wanna help? Grab a ladle! And by the way, driving a Prius doesn't make you Jesus Christ! Oh, wait! You don't believe in Jesus Christ or any religion for that matter, because "religion is for idiots!" Well, who the hell are you to talk down to anyone? You failed college twice, which isn't nearly as bad as your failure as a father! How's that son of yours you never see? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it, if you weren't such a bore! That's the worst of it, Brian. You're just a big, sad, alcoholic bore. (sighs) Well, see ya, Brian! Thanks for the fucking steak!

Stockholm, Sweden – November 4, 2009. Momail announces that it has signed a deal with Tele2 for its mobile email platform. Tele2 Latvia is first out and has already launched Tele2 Mobile Mail aimed for the consumer and SMB market. Momails mobile platform makes it very easy for operators and ISP’s to enable mobile email, and Tele2’s branded service was up and running just five weeks after the signing of the deal. The service is available in English and in a week from now in Latvian and Russian.

- more here

Brāļa meita ģērbās, lai dotos uz mājām, un teica:

"Марина, почему ты никогда не уходиш?"

- What did you hit me with?
- A building.

(Bones, season 3, episode 3)

« Tu es responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé. »
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

- Who's your sexiest man in Hollywood?
- George Clooney. Who's your sexiest lady?
- Hermione from Harry Potter.

cheers to the queers
applause to the whores
may virginity vanish
and prostitution prosper
and fucking become a household name

jude law is the worst law in britain

Brālītis kolosāli aprakstīja Tomu: "Ja nevar iegūt cieņu ar personīgajiem sasniegumiem, to panāk ar citiem līdzekļiem."

Šodien ļoti daudz KISSSing - keep it short and simple, stupid!