Well, ladies, let us glue cardboard tanks and line up tin soldiers - today is Men's Day. It became established in Latvia since... Soviet times. I looked into the world's experience of celebrating Men's Day. It turned out that men actually have 3 Men's Days, unlike us women, who have been allocated only March 8th.
This time we are making labels - decorative cards with an aged effect. An interesting accent for gifts, and also practically useful on jam jars, spice containers or tea caddies.
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An introvert, for whom other people serve only as instruments of self-analysis. He has a very varied sexual life and gives his partners unforgettable experiences, yet to none of them does he reveal his true inner world. He has a very vivid imagination, but only he himself knows this.
On the eve of Valentine's Day, a little retro and love. Italian musician Umberto Tozzi's song "Ti amo" - "I love you" - literally enchanted all of Europe and far beyond its borders in 1977. The song was released alongside the others on the album "È nell'aria...ti amo", and the phenomenon of its popularity is remarkable.
On Friday evening I happened to wander into the J. Rože bookshop on Krišjāņa Barona Street. My gaze stopped at a small black book whose cover character would not let me pass by indifferently. As it turns out, books can collect not only aphorisms but also witty penguin-isms. As you can imagine, the book instantly claimed one of the places of honour in our home library.
One day we were deliberating on how a person's choice of car reveals their character. Running through the circle of acquaintances, friends, and relatives in our minds along with their vehicles, we ended up putting together a short typological description of each brand's owner. It must be said straight away that we make no claim to any kind of scientific or research-based conclusions - this is purely subjective observation. And exceptions always exist.
It feels strange when a peer departs (1977–2011). It seems so much has been, so much still ahead. No one truly knows where we come from or where we go. Perhaps we continue living in a parallel world, perhaps we are reborn, transformed, say, into a rabbit eagerly nibbling a tasty dandelion leaf. That was Mārtiņš's vision. A brief glimpse into Mārtiņš Freimanis's poetry collection "Little Grass for a Rabbit's Soul" (Mandris, 2004).
This morning, drinking coffee and watching through the window as the wind raged while the sun felt almost spring-like despite it still being the tail end of January, I thought I would look for poetry readings on YouTube as a wonderful backdrop. Unfortunately one must note that poetry readings in Latvian are exceedingly scarce. I had to dig out the notebook from my student days, in which a few compositions by French modernists had been diligently copied out.
An age-old topic, much lamented but always relevant - especially for women, whom modern fashion canons compel to constantly worry about maintaining a slender figure. Having tried various draconian diets and understood that their effect is short-lived, we return to the truth - genetic predisposition and lifestyle. Objectively assessing what we can and should influence, and what we shouldn't stress about.
The concept of happiness is much discussed in philosophy, psychology, and ethics. Happiness is viewed both as a constant psychological state of a person and as a momentary euphoria, a flash. Yesterday I came across a documentary where the state of happiness was analysed in relation to the world's countries and nations. From the analysis of accumulated data, a world map of the happiest and unhappiest nations was also created.