Archive for August, 2008

The Ugly Duckling

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

I just met an old (gay) gentleman from the island who taught me a valuable lesson about (incredible) verbal efficiency. He stopped me in the middle of the street to tell me this:

“Your mother used to be so incredibly beautiful when she was young! And you look so much like your dad.”

Basically, in one short sentence he managed to:

  1. Offend my mother and say that she USED to be beautiful and now she is just an old rag
  2. Offend my dad and say that while mom at least WAS beautiful, he is ….. ugly
  3. Offend me and tell me that I am unfortunately as ugly as my dad.

The worst thing is that I believe he actually wanted to say something charming.

P.S. I am not fishing for compliments! Just found this…. actually charming.

ChiChi the Sex Machine

Monday, August 25th, 2008

Here is a story for all ChiChi fans.

ChiChi has many fans on this island, and now that he starred in both my book and my blog, he became a superstar. Maybe soon he will need his own website.

Yesterday, mama and I were forced to leave our favourite beach because a girl-dog in heat passed by and he want totally crazy. Mad. Balistic. He was screaming and barking and crying and pulling on his leash. We were scared the dog will get a heart attack, so we jumped on our bikes and rode to the other side of the island. The other side is the “in” beach, and this is exactly why we don’t like it – EVERYONE is there. The moment we arrived with ChiChi in our basket, people started greeting him and kids came to play with him. But the moment Chi got off the bike, he grabbed his red towel and started masturbating. We tried everything, even threw him into the freezing sea (a few times) but nothing helped. This mad dog was going on for one hour. The young part of the audience was laughing, the older ones packed their stuff and left. And mama and I desperately stuck our noses into our books and pretended we have no clue what was going on next to us. You simply cannot stop a dog from masturbating. Or is it just our dog?

 

Today, ChiChi and I saw mama off as she is leaving to Zagreb. She felt bad leaving me alone “At least I leave you ChiChi, so you have someone who breaths next to you” she said.

“Yeah, and someone who masturbates next to me”

“Hahaha, it is like having a husband!” We just couldn’t stop laughing.

Sorry boys, but it WAS funny.

Afghan health plan

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

In Afghanistan, women are still being put to jail after they have been raped. Afghan law punishes any form of sex outside of marriage and makes no difference between an adulteress and a victim. Statistics say that 87% of women after the age of 7 experience some kind of harassment. 60% of marriages are forced on women, 57% of brides are younger than 16.

Ghulam Ali, highly positioned officer responsible for the security in the country explained that the law which punishes victims of rape is right because “in Afghanistan, sexual encounters outside of marriage mean breaking the Muslim law, no matter if the person accepted or was forced”. He personally believes this law is good because “there are many diseases which spread because of illegal sexual relationships.”

I was just wondering about the outcomes of the US liberation of that country……  Taliban are as strong as ever, poppy fields are in full bloom and women are being punished for being raped. Democracy? Freedom? Human rights?

Also, I’d like to learn more about the difference of STDs transmitted between wed partners and non-wed partners. But for this, I’d probably have to attend an Afghan school. Hey, maybe Mr. Ghulam found cure for AIDS – just lock all women into prisons!

“New Man” or Are we all becoming “Everything”?

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

I am on a desert island, it is hot and beautiful and the only internet access is over a telephone line. Plus I am very busy swimming, sleeping, eating and reading. All together – the brain melted and is currently working on “the island mode”, so writing a regular blog is kind of a serious challenge. Please, bare with me through those “tough” times which will last till the end of September.Reading Croatian newspapers is a crucial part of the island life but not really inspiring. Still few days ago, I came across an article about the “New Man”. Yes, just another article about how poor men are today because they are expected to be sensible and tough in the same time. Well, if you ask me, they are in the exactly same position like new women who are expected to be educated, have a career, look beautiful, stay eternally young, work hard, be independent and in the same time be dedicated wives and mothers. I thought about this strange situation in which men are expected to be like women and women are expected to be like men and then the part of my brain that didn’t yet drown in the Adriatic Sea started thinking beyond the gender topic – actually, aren’t we are all expected to become EVERYTHING? Not only are women becoming men and men women, we are becoming citizens of a few countries simultaneously, we are multilingual, we are either switching careers or have parallel careers. But look at this: we also becoming both eternal children and eternal seniors. We are prolonging our childhood and the state of singlehood to our late thirties. Even when we become parents (and partners), we still allow ourselves toys, flexibility and adventures. (Interesting book on this topic: Pascal Bruckner “The Temptation of Innosence”). In the same time, the brutality of turbo capitalism is pushing us into (professional) responsibility, reliability and hard work typical for experienced adults from the very beginning of our work life – forcing us to become (professional) “old people” already in our early twenties. (Here, I am touching the topic of Richard Senett’s “The Corrosion of Character: The Personal Consequences of Work in the New Capitalism”, another highly recommendable book about how capitalism is influencing our character, turning us into endlessly flexible beings (the German translation of the title is “Der Flexible Mensch”). So little by little, starting with the “New Man” I landed on the aliens as we know them from SF: highly developed beings for which the difference between old/ young, male/female, Austrian/Croatian no more exists. But ugh, I have to admit that I really do prefer the “Old Man” to E.T…..

Tax the Bonbon!

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

Yeepiii for the proposal of the French tax inspectorates to substantially increase taxes on junk food from 5.5% to 19.6%. The problem with junk food is that it is unhealthy and causes obesity, but is in the same time very alluring because it is cheap, convenient and tasteful. Talking of which – AMA (Austrian Food Agency) found out in a recent research that ¾ of Austrian children between the age of 10 and 13 suffer serious smell and taste deficits. Austrian kids don’t feel the difference between sweet, sour, bitter or salty! Cute little robots. The reason lies in artificial taste additives found in junk food.

And to help parents get the kids off the junk (and not simply put them in the shitty situation where they have to explain to kids that bonbons are now expensive), the tax should be followed with a law forbidding the colourful and attractive packaging on sweets and banning advertising junk to kids. Actually, banning advertising anything to kids.

Hmm, this perfectly fits my plan to save the world.

Ana’s plan (forget Marshall)

Tuesday, August 5th, 2008

First six steps of Ana Tajder’s plan to save the world:

  1. Switch off the financial markets. Just like that. They are anyway nothing but legalised crime. OK, softer version: tax them, but heroically! No, I changed my mind again  – switch them off!
  2. Put all big companies under state control. What is that shit about Coca-Cola buying water wells and Time Warner deciding about what we think?
  3. Limit wealth (500 million [€ or $, I don’t care] should be enough for any rich person. More is not doing anyone any good. And definitely is stolen. The rest should be given to state for the projects that will benefit ALL
  4. Wake the governments up (!) – only princesses are allowed to sleep for 100 years!
  5. Remind those sleeping princesses about their job description: serving, protecting and guiding their people and assuring well being for ALL. Not: licking capital’s ass. If they are not capable of doing that, do what you do with every employee who is not capable of doing their job: fire them. No golden handshake – employment office. Eventually retrain them into… don’t know…gardeners or something similar, where they can’t do much damage.
  6. Find someone who is capable of being the government and serving the people. Ooooopssss! I know, it is going to be a hard job. But maybe they exist.

OK, that should be enough for the start.

1968 & us

Friday, August 1st, 2008

I am invited to present my book in Dubrovnik, which is a big honour. To pimp the book presentation, we will incorporate it into a discussion about the generation of 1968ers (my mom, who will discus with us, belonging to the movement in Croatia) and their children. It is the 40th anniversary of 1968 and everyone is wondering how and if that movement can be compared to the times we are living in.

I discussed this topic with my friends because I am desperately searching for a title for this book presentation/discussion. My standpoint was that we are just a generation of lobotomised princess not willing to revolt or change things. But then someone said this is not right – we are revolting, but in a different way: we are exiting the system. In German, there is a nice but a bit scary word for this called “aussteigen”. And actually, it is true – three out of four people in the group left their corporate jobs to open up their own business or to free-lance. The fourth never was in a corporation. We also talked about our awareness of our power as consumers and our boycott of big brands in favour for smaller, local producers. And I wondered when was the last time I saw a Hollywood blockbuster…..

And then I wondered what will happen with the system (or concretely, the corporations), when all young intelligent, free spirited and brave people leave it. Will it be ruled by robots? Can it survive like that? Ouch, are we back at the Matrix scenario?