Zámok Loučeň

Kúsok od Prahy, do zámku sme ani nevošli. Motali sme sa v záhrade, v ktorej majú rôzne bludiská. A áno, podarilo sa nám aj zablúdiť. 

Ktoré z týchto fotiek fotila Kika? Ktoré Kubko?

Kika má 9

Torta nám tentokrát výnimočne vyšla na pondelok, pretože víkend pred narodeninami sme boli na sústredení Sezamka (fotky) a víkend po nich v Čechách.

Kika je niekedy veľká slečna, niekedy malé motovidlo a niekedy tvrdohlavá tvrdá hlava. A zlostí ju, keď si z nej niekto robí srandu.

Na narodeniny dostala viacero vecí, ktoré ju potešili a jedna z nich bola foťák. Teraz skúša robiť obrázky:  

Kubkov ročníkový projekt

Tak už to má tento rok hotové aj Kubko. Odprezentoval svoj projekt o lyžovaní. Síce sa na nás, čo sme počúvali, pri tom vôbec nedíval, ale porozprával to pekne. Ako praktickú časť doniesol lanovku z Lega, ktorú postavil. 

Surfovanie

Najprv na tému posledných týždňov: Tá kniha… tak tá kniha je už vonku z hlavy. Nie je ešte na papieri, ale v nedeľu v noci… hm, no dobre, v pondelok nad ránom… sme ju odovzdali. Teraz ju pozerá editor a nám zostali také milé činnosti ako doladiť obálku, vyrobiť index, škrípať zubami, koľko chýb tam ešte ostalo… hm, a pustiť sa do tej druhej, ktorá má vyliezť na svetlo do konca roka. 

Are Kids the Enemy of Writing?

Writing was a practice. The more you wrote, the better a writer you became and the more books you produced. Excellence plus productivity, that was the formula for sustained success, and time was the coefficient of both. Children, the great man said, were notorious thieves of time. Then there was the question of subject matter, settings, experiences; books were hungry things, and if you stayed too long in any one place, they would consume everything and everyone around you.

pretože (tento článkok sa volá What Do We Do with the Art of Monstrous Men? a je v ňom ešte kopa iných vecí)

There are many qualities one must possess to be a working writer or artist. Talent, brains, tenacity. Wealthy parents are good. You should definitely try to have those. But first among equals, when it comes to necessary ingredients, is selfishness. A book is made out of small selfishnesses. The selfishness of shutting the door against your family. The selfishness of ignoring the pram in the hall. The selfishness of forgetting the real world to create a new one. The selfishness of stealing stories from real people. The selfishness of saving the best of yourself for that blank-faced anonymous paramour, the reader. The selfishness that comes from simply saying what you have to say.

Moms don’t need more mugs and wine glasses – neskoro, ale aj tak:

And there you have it, what moms would love on the big day: Get out of her hair (if the kids are little), spend time with her (if you’re a teen, but be sure to smile), and track her down in Greece (if you’re an adult). Moms are forged through the bubbling lava of no sleep, kindergarten graduations, slammed doors and 2 a.m. calls that begin, “I crashed the car, but I’m okay.”

planet or plastic?

Because plastic wasn’t invented until the late 19th century, and production really only took off around 1950, we have a mere 9.2 billion tons of the stuff to deal with. Of that, more than 6.9 billion tons have become waste. And of that waste, a staggering 6.3 billion tons never made it to a recycling bin.

Who is Losing the Nile?

175 meters high and 1800 meters wide, the new dam’s storage capacity is 67 billion cubic meters, nearly the equivalent of a year’s flow of river water.

čo ak sa na telefóne stretnú dve takého:

Potom by už nemuseli telefonovať a mohli by si to vybaviť inak… začína to byť strašidelné. A ešte z inej strany, mali by sme vedieť, že tá entita na druhej strane telefónu nie je človek, keď zdvihneme? 

Tri – dva – jedna. Všetky oči na mňa.

Predstavte si, že máte stroj času. Predstavte si, že ste opäť dieťa a doma nemáte svoju izbu, stôl, na ktorom by ste sa učili. Nemáte tečúcu vodu, ani jednu knihu, vaši rodičia nevedia čítať. Predstavte si, že so všetkými súrodencami, s rodičmi a so starými rodičmi bývate v jednej miestnosti. Proste si predstavte, že by ste sa narodili v rómskej osade. Kde by ste boli dnes? A čo by vám pomohlo?

China, India grapple with the consequences of too many men

In the two countries, 50 million excess males are under age 20. Both nations are belatedly trying to come to grips with the policies that created this male-heavy generation. And demographers say it will take decades for the ramifications of the bulge to fade away.

parádne fotky polárnej žiary

pri príležitosti Svetového týždňa rešpektu k pôrodu krátke komentované ukážky z filmu Medzi nami: prvá, druhá, tretia, štvrtá

Kikin ročníkový projekt o mlieku

V prvej triede Kika robila projekt o hodinách, v druhej o očiach a tento rok o mlieku. Skúšala kozie, ovčie, bezlaktózové. Vyrábali sme doma tvaroh, maslo, jogurt a kaseínové ozdôbky (podobne sa kedysi vyrábali gombíky a spony na opasky). Minulý piatok ho aj odprezentovala. Kuba to ešte čaká.

Sedemročný Kubko

A ešte mu nevypadol ani jeden mliečny zub. Je to také srandovné, lebo tie jeho mliečne zuby sú úplne malinké v porovnaní s tým, aký je on už veľký. A je pravda, že tie dva hore v strede sa mu už kývu a ďasná má opuchnuté, ako sa mu tam tlačia nové zuby, takže sa mu ťažšie hryzie. Ale tortu zvládol úplne v pohode.

Celý je rukatý, nohatý, dlhý. A stále sa mu robia jamky v lícach. 

Vyhliadka nad Žilinou

Je na Dubni a až keď sme na ňu vyliezli a videli náš dom, tak nás napadlo pozrieť aj doma z okna. Dá sa na ňu ísť z Budatína (cca 1:15 hore po červenej značke) alebo zo Zádubnia (cca 0:30 od oplotenej vodárne), alebo zo Zástrania (neviem, ako dlho). My sme vyšli zo Zádubnia a skončili v Budatíne.

Žilina ako na dlani, ale škaredá, škaredá… Možno by to bolo lepšie, keby svietilo slnko a bol už zelený máj. Kubo sa hore trošku bál, lebo fúkalo a veža sa mierne kývala. Kamaráti, ktorí boli v ten istý deň poobede (akosi sa nám nepodarilo zosynchronizovať), hovorili, že už bola tlačenica aj na chodníku aj na vyhliadke. Všetci žilinčania sa chcú pozrieť.

Brandi Carlile: The Mother

Welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind
Tethered to another and you’re worried all the time
You always knew the melody but you never heard it rhyme

She’s fair and she is quiet, Lord, she doesn’t look like me
She made me love the morning, she’s a holiday at sea
The New York streets are as busy as they always used to be
But I am the mother of Evangeline

The first things that she took from me were selfishness and sleep
She broke a thousand heirlooms I was never meant to keep
She filled my life with color, cancelled plans and trashed my car
But none of that is ever who we are

Outside of my windows are the mountains and the snow
I hold you while you’re sleeping and I wish that I could go
All my rowdy friends around accomplishing their dreams
But I am the mother of Evangeline

They’ve still got their morning paper and their coffee and their time
They still enjoy their evenings with the skeptics and their wine
Oh but all the wonders I have seen I will see a second time
From inside of the ages through your eyes

You were not an accident where no one thought it through
The world has stood against us, made us mean to fight for you
And when we chose your name we knew that you’d fight the power, too

You’re nothing short of magical and beautiful to me
I would never hit the big time without you
So they can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine
Cause I am the mother of Evangeline

They can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine
Cause I am the mother of Evangeline

Víkendové surfovanie

zatmenie mesiaca a polárna žiara – dohodli sme sa s deťmi, že tú polárnu žiaru si pôjdeme niekedy niekam pozrieť (to video sa dá otáčať)

Every decision my kids made me make in one day

Why 70 percent of kids quit sports by age 13

Our culture no longer supports older kids playing for the fun of it.

úžasné obrázky

pre tých, čo ešte nie sú (dostatočne) paranoidní, all the data Facebook and Google have on you

Brandi Carlile: The Joke

You’re feeling nervous, aren’t you, boy?
With your quiet voice and impeccable style
Don’t ever let them steal your joy
And your gentle ways, to keep ’em from running wild
They can kick dirt in your face
Dress you down, and tell you that your place
Is in the middle, when they hate the way you shine
I see you tugging on your shirt
Trying to hide inside of it and hide how much it hurts

Let ’em laugh while they can
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
I have been to the movies,
I’ve seen how it ends
And the joke’s on them

You get discouraged, don’t you, girl?
It’s your brother’s world for a while longer
We gotta dance with the devil on a river
To beat the stream
Call it living the dream, call it kicking the ladder
They come to kick dirt in your face
To call you weak and then displace you
After carrying your baby on your back across the desert
I saw your eyes behind your hair
And you’re looking tired, but you don’t look scared

Let ’em laugh while they can
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
I have been to the movies,
I’ve seen how it ends
And the joke’s on them

Let ’em laugh while they can
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
I have been to the movies,
I’ve seen how it ends
And the joke’s on them

Prišla jar

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