My old friend Csaba sent me the box-set of my favourite Hungarian band Ossian. There aren't many box-sets in Hungary, in fact, this is the only one I know of. They released it for their 20th birthday feauturing a DVD, two CDs a pen, a lighter and a poster of the band.

One of the CDs is titled "A lelek harangjai" (The Bells of the Soul) and it is a compilation of slow songs. (Ossian is a rock band).
There is only one new song on this album so I didn't listen to it right away - I heard the rest of the songs like a million times before.
This morning on my way to the doctor I brought my discman with me and put in this CD. To my suprise, all of the songs are acoustic, remastered, rerecorded versions of the originals.
And they sound very good. And these songs are not only sound good, they feel good too! I will probably never be able to fully describe the overwhelming impact that music has on me. It's like a mini electric shock, a warm, tingling sensation that makes me happy no matter what. And sometimes, very rarely, there is a combination of sounds played with the perfect instrument (guitar) at the perfect rythm, at the perfect volume, place, speed and time. I'm glad to be Hungarian, to understand these songs. It's great to be alive and it's great to listen to music.
And who plays these beautiful songs? Those stinking, stubborn, ugly ass rockers.

Why do I feel that Hungarian songs are so much more than songs in Enlish?
Because I'm Hungarian and the Hungarian language is special.
The Hungarian language originates from a variety of other languages; mainly Finno-Ugric, Turkish, Slav and Latin. The Finno-Ugric culture goes back to the 3rd millenium BC -it covered a very large area in Northern Europe.

There are ~1 million words in the Hungarian language as opposed to 600 thousand in English. That's 400.000 more words!

Just for the record, the Hungarian language has a very sophisticated form of T-V distinction. The T-V distinction describes the situation wherein a language has second-person pronouns that distinguish varying levels of politeness, social distance, courtesy, familiarity, or insult toward the addressee. Some 60 other languages use T-V distinction - modern English doesn't.

Tweezers

The doctor saw me today, one week after my surgery. He pulled slimy stuff out of my nose with a pair of long tweezers. It felt pretty weird and bloody. He said: "this is the end of it". He doesn't want to see me again unless my nose blockes up again. I'm still using the spray and will continue to use it for another 2-3 weeks.
I can breathe easier now and i'm sure this is only the beginning. As the seawater spray loosens up and washes out crusty mucus from my nose I will be able to breathe easier and better every day. An awesome feeling.

Ignorance is bliss

I saw a teenage girl on the GO train. She was eating a sandwich. When she finished eating she dropped the plastic sandwich wrap on the floor. She didn't think about it, she didn't know what she was doing, it didn't interrupt her life at all, all she felt was a vague yet confident feeling of being free and practicing her freedom. She is the master of the GO employees, she is the master of the cleaner too who will have to pick up her garbage. She is superior to the working class scum. She is rich and powerful. She has brand name clothing, a perfect hairdo, new shoes and a sexy smile. She has many friends, she is never feeling sad, she is a born leader.

She is ignorant and happy. She is dumb, lonely and insecure. Is it her fault? Maybe it's society that did this to her. Maybe it's my fault for not blocking out everything unpleasant.

VIA Rail

I heard a good line on the comedy network. It was a VIA Rail ad:
"VIA Rail: everything you hate about flying, except longer" :-)

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Life Sentence,
No Parole

Murderers and rapists get out of jail over time. A chained dog serves a life sentence with no parole only because he is a dog while all he wants is to be with you and give you his unconditional love.

You agree this is wrong, don't you? Then you say "that's too bad", sigh, and move on. Do something about it. Please. Donate to Dogs Deserve Better to help unchain dogs and provide a kind, more loving life for them.

They are unseen. Forgotten. Alone. Forever. On a chain. Dying in the back yard of humans.

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