X-Mas ‘08

So, here’s a quick recap of my Christmas.

Helped about a bit. I deep-fried everything, again. Gained a kilo. Got all the presents I wanted, including some that came as a surprise. Some surprisingly different presents this year included a Playboy (a joke from my uncle), Slovakian Euro coins, and Homer Simpson socks (which I knew were coming, but I’ve totally forgotten all about them).

As for the Playboy, one would think it’s really raunchy and degrading and stuff. I for one, think it’s a bit like a Cosmopolitan or Vogue, except with motorbikes and nude ladies (seriously, on the 160 pages, the ladies take up about 10). But enough about that. The Slovakian Euro coins become a legal tender as of 1.1.2009. I intend to be a criminal and use them sooner. Ha ha. The establishment will crumble as I will pay with money which is officially worth nothing at all. Fear me!

But Christmas also brought other things. One of them was the fact that I didn’t go to church. I kind of even looked forward to it, but darn it! I got this book that was impossible to put down (a book about Team X), and I’m not all that religious anyways, but I think it would make the family happier if I went along. Another thing was the quiet, but ever present nagging by my parents about me getting a girlfriend. No further comment on that. I also got a slight cold, which means my nose is rubbed raw by all the tissues I’m using. I also decided to become avant garde, but first I need to know what I’ll be so avant garde about. Doing something just for the sake of doing it is rather lame. I also decided to write a book.

In other news, I have decided to go on a holiday without the parents being in the way. By a twisted twist of fate, I decided to spend 4 nights in Paris, visiting some of Le Corbusier’s villas (I’m hoping for Villa Savoye and Maison Jeanneret/La Roche), going to see Centre Pompidou (Piano and Rogers) and taking a stroll in Parc de La Vilette (Tschumi), and definitely visiting La Defense. After a brief architectural/arsty stop in Paris, I plan on intend to enjoy the ultimate island experience at … (drumroll) Guernsey (about 5 nights), hiking, exploring, going to the beach, whatever… I’ll need to find a travelling buddy, so if anyone is interested, send a line. By the way, the trip should cost about 1000 Euro per person (what can I say, I have expensive taste), if we count travel, food, accommodation and other expenses (travel and accommodation would account to around 650-700 Euro) . I am not completely sure about timing yet, but it should be around the two last weeks of July. Naturally, I could go lower than that, but not much lower; I just think it’s better to be safe than sleep with cockroaches.

So, 2009 approaches, and boy, do I have ideas. From photos, Azor collage, polemics on books, architecture and stuff that Jesus didn’t do. Happy New ‘09.

Peter S

Angelina vs George

I have been sitting on this idea for a very long time, which often in the past led to sub-standard writing, but the intention is good, so here it goes anyways.

At one point in our lives, we’ve always known that there was the ‘hottest person in the universe’. Whether you think that this person is Angelina Jolie, Eva Longoria, George Clooney or Marilyn Manson, the sad truth is that you proably got to saw your idol either on the screen, or if you were lucky, in concert.

So after some time, birds of feather flock together, and people end up with a prtner, who isn’t Angelina or George. Why? Are sex-symbols unreachable for the normal people? It seems that all the sex-symbols only marry/date sex-symbols. So why does the vast majority of people (those of us who are not Angelina Jolie or George Clooney) settle for “less”.

I think this would sound extremely old fashioned, but I’d say character, charisma or whatever you want to call it. You know how your ‘hottest person alive’ looks, but we know oh-so-little about who they really are. We might even know how these people look naked, yet we don’t know the little (or perhaps the huge) important things. Do they like to cook? What’s their favourite record? How do they react to bad news? What is the differebce bethween their public and private self? This is why real people end up with real people, and more often than not, give up on their teenage fantasies.

A couple of things: Angelina and George were used as examples. Tastes differ, buth these seem to be quite popular. If you disagree, you can just substitute with any name that comes to mind. For the record, I wish Angelina and George the best of luck in whaterver their doing. Secondly, hot celebrities will almost always marry one another, they’re just another clique, like goths or emos, albeit a very good looking clique.

Peter