T.V nation

TV_Nation_2_by_UnderworldsunIs there a reason why someone should feel so put off to watch, read or listen to the news?  Actually any kind of T.V other than maybe the occasional National Geographic or History Channel?  Every time I put that thing on, I feel so dreadful, I mean really filled with dread.

Over sensationalized news, sordid shows and reality programs from teen moms, to the x factor and Jersey Shore…what is wrong with us??  In between we are bombarded by one ridiculous advertisement after the other, granted some of them tell more “story” in the allotted time than an entire episode of 2 and a half Men.  So you say, shut it off, if you don’t like it and I do, but what about our children???

They watch all the time and anything, zapping between shows and commercials and music clips, on the T.V.s in our living rooms, their own T.V.s, on the internet their Iphones and Ishuffles, downloaded or live streamed.  They think it’s cool to watch glorified outdated male chauvinists(they most likely don’t know what that is),  they observe little girls playing Mommy with real life babies, cause their parents, schools and guardians think that explaining about the <<birds and the bees>> just makes them want to do <<it>>.  Instead they let them watch all that uncensored garbage on the flatscreen  and wonder why their “precious 14 or 15 year old princess” got knocked up by the school jock or whomever.

The “just don’t do it or just say no” obviously doesn’t work.  But say, they have explained it all and are up front and forthcoming, the parents mostly struggle to be “friends” with their own kids, telling them about sex and drugs and rock and roll.  They have given up their place as role models and joined the madness.

Have you seen some of the alleged role models for women on T.V.?  The I -botoxed -the -hell -out -of -my -expressions specimen,and am competing on every level with the little girls(who themselves are striving to increase their age with make up, push up bras -even implants and killer heels).  It is a woman eat woman competition out there.  Could you imagine your own mother all lifted, stuffed and collagened, wearing killer heels and super short outfits???  Competing for those skirt chasing, unfaithful but super successful men in grandiose foreign cars???(These days we have conquered the double standard of “old sugardaddy”- watch out for the Cougars too, going after our sons).   Or can you only imagine your own father going for your daughters best friend, so Kevin Spacey like????

I don’t know about you, however amusing I might find the occasional film or series, I am shocked at where exactly we have gotten and what we have gotten our kids into.  A world where we – or some of us at least – try to teach them manners, morals, respect and right from wrong, but where the setting the examples and following what we preach are mostly in stark contrast to what reality and T.V. teaches them.  Do they believe that our “watching culture” reflects life??  They must cause they damned sure strive to talk the talk and walk the walk.

I am no prude or puritan, nor a gay hater or fascist, but is it really necessary to put all that crap into our faces 24/7??? Is it just me or have music clips gone almost all the way to the  I am  sampling the x rated section of the video store.  Sure you can say, that in some countries there are” mothers against profanity” and stuff like that, but watch T.V. late enough, surf the internet and you will see all that out there, all the time.   What is all that for our children??  It is all about the bling, the cars and hot chicks and the quick fixes.  Where are the boundaries, the  empathy, the responsibility, the shame???

No we gotta have equal rights for everyone, anyone can and should come out of the closet and “share” their experience with us all.  Washing your dirty laundry on shows, showing every oh so decrepit aspect of human life and rubbing it all in our faces, non stop.  Let’s ask the son of Sam what made him do it, or hill Billy why he is doing his sister and their babies are living off welfare, let’s hear it for the New Right and the over populating Foreign haters….everyone can and should and wants their 5 minutes of “I wanna be a rock star”…show the Gulf Wars  and doing in Bin laden live, the people jumping off 112 story buildings, blood dripping from the Columbine shooting victims, the deadly crash on I 75 live…yes, this is what is means to be the next generation.    The gorier the better, the sluttier the better, the more demeaning and dehumanizing the better.

Yes, and maybe we should hand over what little power we have left to justify our existence to the the so called EXPERTS, while we can, cause they are sprouting like weeds after rain showers.  Shrinks, social workers, counselors and whatever may be their area of expertise..(mostly book knowledge), let’s have them explain it all and fix it.  prescribe the  meds  or  label and thus be  excused from having thick skins, from watching bullies and thinking,” oh well, at least it isn’t me”, and generally just walking away from any injustice or criminal activity.  Seems that all we mostly do is keep everybody entertained and afloat.

This bull shit on T.V. has slaughtered our languages to better fit text messages on the smart-phones- has sent our equal rights spinning into consumerism, haters of all things different, contributed to empathy deficiency, lemming-like blindly following behavior, superficiality, rising sexually transmitted diseases, a causes oriented majority on the social networks, who can’t be bothered to leave their homes for it, and a generation which can give book summaries only if they can find it on Sparknotes first.
Where will it end…?




Weather un-related SUNSHINE (award)

ImageI have been nominated again by http://johnwhowell.com/ for this lovely award.  Thank you John, I appreciate it.  Below the rules, the questions to be answered and my nominees. It is a bit of a chain letter…pass on the sunshine!!!




  • Include the award’s logo in a post or on your blog. 
  • Answer 10 questions about yourself.
  • 10-12 other fabulous bloggers must be nominated. 
  • Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blogs, letting them know they have been nominated. 
  • Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

Now the questions:

1 – Favorite color:  All the blues of the sea and the sky

2 – Favorite animal:   Elephant

3 – Favorite number: One 

4 – Favorite non-alcoholic drink:  Coffee

5 – Prefer Facebook or Twitter?  Facebook

6 – My passion:   Good conversation

7 – Prefer getting or giving presents:  Giving presents

8 – Favorite pattern:   Doodles

9 – Favorite day of the week:   Friday 

10 – Favorite flower:  (blue) iris

Nominees:  Their posts are like a ray of sunshine

 1.  http://wonderlandbytatu.wordpress.com/

 2.  http://cristianvphotography.wordpress.com/

 3.  http://bopbiephotos.wordpress.com/

 4  http://ottomandandy.com/

 5.  http://berniegourley.com/

 6.  http://salimwillshirephotography.com/

 7.  http://grandparentsplus2.wordpress.com/

 8.  http://traveleum.wordpress.com/

 9.  http://lavieeclectique.com/

10.  http://pellymade.wordpress.com/



Sloppy Work

Sloppy Work

What looks like the work of a bunch of plaster men on drugs, is actually thick, thick snow flurries falling on Good Friday….
These days weather or the lack of it, occupies my thoughts almost non stop. After 5 straight months of winter with rain, snow and icy wind from Siberia…I am ready for spring, which remains as elusive as the winning ticket in the lottery.



And an astronomer said, “Master, what of Time?”

And he answered:

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.

You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,

And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.

And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,

And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing

by Khalil Gibran,
Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer

Laughter is NEVER over – rated


I am in week 5 of a government funded further education program and so far I am having the most fun, I have had for years.  When I say fun, I mean that we are in “stitches” maybe 20 minutes into the school hours.  We start at 8!  And the jokes and laughter continue all through the day.  We are done by 4.

Now don’t get me wrong, we are not rolling on the floor with laughter all day…we are learning as well!

Day 1, 8 total strangers: 5 men and 3 women, age rage 28-56. Nothing in common but the educational coupon that brought us there. At least 8 different expectations and reservations(I dare wager that none of us really expected to find FUN on the curriculum!) The actual syllabus covers everything from job-related German to Labor Law.
Our lecturers, like us come from all walks of life and are not just proper, savvy professionals but open minded human beings with excellent people skills. No dry, stuffy, stiff teaching methods, but their own colorful life related examples are woven into the material which they have to communicate to us.

As a group, we clicked from week one, we have a common wavelength which surpasses all our differences. A some-what non-conventional sense of humor, ambiguous- kind of twisted. The group has a dynamic of its own, surprising to all of us as well as the staff. The faculty has been preparing in vain for the clash which takes place in every group somewhere around week two; are prepared to step in with ground rules, protocol of behavior! Here we are though, still laughing!

Week four we were joined by another participant. The 4th woman, at first we all thought that this might throw the group off kilter, but it turned out that she is one of us!!! How strange is that? A person who fit in, as if she had been there from Day 1 as well. Of all the possibilities, another person on the same wave-length?

The hours pass quickly, we arrive looking forward to the day and we leave with a sense of not just having come one day closer to the ultimate goal, our certification at the end of this 6 month course, but having passed a fun filled good day. Learning the fun way!

Laughter is a part of human behavior regulated by the brain, helping humans clarify their intentions in social interaction and providing an emotional context to conversations. Laughter is used as a signal for being part of a group — it signals acceptance and positive interactions with others. Laughter is sometimes seen as contagious.

A wonderful thing about true laughter is that it just destroys any kind of system of dividing people.
John Cleese, English Actor (Faulty Towers)

(Picture not my own)

Some Spring Redemption

ImageThis is what a spring sky looks like in my memories….this is what I saw yesterday while I was chatting on skype with my brother-in law.  That touch of azure, the lightly dotted heavens with puffy, feathery clouds and the world in bloom around it.

And all that has nothing to do with anything available here…bundled up in thick clothes, wind billowing tiny specks of snowflakes, it does not invite you to go out and breathe some fresh air.  All that winter dry indoor heated air, screams to be let out….but do what or think what, while you are shivering despite looking and feeling like an onion, ready to peel off some of those layers?  

ImageWhere is the green and the color of my past?  The trees are still naked and the ground still brown.  Life in Monochrome. or let me just say in shades of grey, brown and bleakness.  

Some months ago, I found it hysterically funny when sunshine was predicted for the SEKTOR, and how everybody excitedly chitter chattered about the vast possibilities of spending time outdoors.  Coldest, darkest winter since 1958!!!!  I said to myself, don’t people have more pressing issues to think about???  The reporters go out and survey peoples opinions about what they will do WHEN the sun comes out to play….BUT I have yet to hear a survey on for example ONE BILLION RISING, that women still earn 23 % less than men, or what they think about being fooled by the food industry into eating Black Beauty in their pre-fab lasagnas…..the sunshine and what activities they can see themselves enjoying?  Really??? I thought, they must be nuts… But then again, I have not lived here that long, I can now begin to imagine what this weather will do to your mind!!!  For now, I still have fresh recall of what good weather is like, what a great pleasure it is to walk barefoot in spring, without fear of having your toes nibbled by frost-bite!  Of sitting in a coffee shop in March in a short sleeved t-shirt with your sunglasses on and becoming drowsy from the suns rays….gosh, I am in a semi hallucinatory state just remembering!

ImageWalking on the Greek coast in spring…something I took for granted.  I am beginning to see my mistake in judging people to fast.  If this weather doesn’t change fast, I probably will happily grin into the camera like an idiot in ecstatic anticipation and  tell them how I will spend my 2 minutes of sunshine(intellectual issues?  What SPF  does that require?)   

(AND I have just realized WHY Germans work so hard… so they can fly South to bask in the sun and return like boiled lobsters….)




A six month milestone



Hard to believe that six months have passed already since my whole life situation changed.

As creatures of comfort, we resist even the suggestion of change, not just actual change.  And when I say “we” I mean most grown ups,  youngsters all have their own agendas and reasons to not just dream about and wish for change, but actually strive for it.  That is cool, I see it in my kids, who want to decide upon their own kind of change and are sometimes angry and frustrated about how little they have achieved in that direction.

But that is a whole different story.

Last year at this time, I was not open to the word change, it was  an overwhelming gloom looming over my head but also a slap in the face.  It was not a request or passing fancy.  It was not a decision I was contemplating or something that came to me suddenly.  It was demanded of me as a solution, as an order or simply put an outrageous imposition.

I was in a terrible fix for a long time, just trying to come to grips with what exactly this change would entail for me.  But the situation out of which this change was born, was also one which I had never expected, not even considered in my wildest dreams as a possible scenario my life – even under the weirdest of circumstances – could ever take.  Nothing in all my reading years, or movie watching worldliness, had brought me up front and personal with a feasibility of these proportions.

I was to leave behind a life of 27 years, the life surroundings of said life, the home, the friends, the city and the country…and change to new country, new city, with three kids, no prospects, no real grasp of anything, no job, no money, no friends, no idea where we would live or how to manage.  So maybe you can see why I resisted this idea as long as I could( I should mention that I am 50).

Vague possibilities started to take form, when the city was chosen and some governmental programs were discovered, but I could not befriend this notion of leaving my whole life behind and start a new one somewhere else, just like that, without waiting for better options or prospects, less frightening or challenging.

Alternatives however never materialized, a day came when the chips fell where they wanted, and rien ne va plus was announced  and that was that.  

Six months is a therapeutic mile stone.  Though this is not AA, nor a couch or a group meeting where you are forced to take a look or take the time to gather all your wits and figure out what, why, how and so on.  It is nevertheless a moment to sum up the general points.  I was never one who felt defined by money, so I am not surprised that finding out that not having much means the same as ‘ having it all”.  That difficult situations can bring out the best in some people. That you can rise to the occasions that life places in front of you, no matter how insurmountable they seem at first.  That you have the choice every day to decide how you go about your day, positive or negative…I choose to see the good and that makes things easier.  That we place too much importance in material things but that I do not miss a single acquisition from my past.  That you can live much better without fear.  That you can appreciate peace and quiet and its realization can contribute to a sense of happiness.  That I am much stronger than I thought.  That I did not cave in or let it all take me down.  That I managed everything on my own without any problems.  That I am able to make decisions concerning my life and future alone, and that I am able to provide or at least try to provide some guidance to my boys, like or no like, by simply being there all the time.

Yes, and I do miss my old friends from my old life, BUT they will always be here with me.   That I have found new ones and all that is life.  We should not rule out change.  Change is not the door that closes forever…but the new door that opens.