Earth day – balloons and professors

Yesterday, to celebrate the Earth day the Georgian authorities let 500 rubber balloons to the sky. Georgia will become one big old condome soon, it is not only the small people in the market that do not realize the harm of all the plastic, but also the decision makers who have no idea of what could possibly mean ecological.

On the other hand just to fly somewhere by plane is THOUSAND times worse, and every smart educated westerner, who are most probably vegetarians at the same time, does it without slightest feeling of spoiled conciousness. There are crowds that admire the Al Gore film, where his magesty flies on the helicopter to see the disasters. Psychological effect of that film is nothing more than “let us all go and see”.

Even Georgians are very funny and not very smart concerning the eco thinking, well we, the westerners are so much worse concerning the eco- acting. How many times a year an average educated vegetarian flies to conferences?

Disaster, because tooooo many times, and too many these kind of people.

As long as people act what they consider is “normal”, nothing ever change I guess. The good thing about Georgia – it is also full of crazy people. There is one Georgian professor, who lives here in the same district, but works in Austria, well he melted all the platic bags he collected through the years in one big stone and took it to Austria, in order to throw it to the recycling bin. The security was not sure what they should think of it. The professor kept his lectures at the spot about how bad plastic. I suppose at least the staff of the airport will remember it until their last days

i’m alive and gods

i guess in average i am most of the time alive. i thought this writing to a blog is maybe a form of perversion – to exibit oneselfs experience for the whole world, hm. on the other hand, if one walks on the roads of the world it is the same. ok, i go for compomise and write here again. but someone smart told me to write short.

kurdish turkey, turkish kurdistan, my blog banned by the “court decision” there, stones and sticks, black fume of the nevroz fire, then trabzon, “no, i am not a prostitute” my frequent answer there, then back to batumi – frogs in the air, mandarines on trees and cows on the roads, the joys i was missing in turkey. the smart black dog in the train station made me think that dogs are most normal people in the humanity.

now – in annas underground writing, the spring does not get through the walls, damn, too much screen and coffee, in few days – armenia by foot. any wishes to bring to the gods? can do this, they will be around.

if you happen to interact with the computer god, tell that it is not fair to make my mac die, and this because of the apple fault? common, too weird to be true. what offerings does one have to bring for computer gods, ugh?