Monday, 23 January 2017


Since my parents got cable some 15 or 20 years ago, they started watching Eurosport. Apparently, arguing about tennis and football has become almost the only reasonable communication between them but I stopped caring about their somewhat dysfunctional relationship years ago. But, that's besides the point although family matters are a continuous source of unbelievable stories.
I don't really like winter. It's best experienced someplace like Innsbruck, from a nice warm café of the Central-European style, watching the snowy peaks from a safe distance while slurping coffee and waiting for spring. But, there are winter sports. Those performed by others, obviously. (Yes, I love snowboarding. Yes, I'm pretty bad. Nope, haven't been anywhere for a few years because I lived in fucking mountains and I hated 9 of every 10 seconds there, the 10 % was botanizing and I may be exaggerating, even.)

The downhill in Kitzbühel has over the years become one of the most important family events, and probably the most funny one because during Christmas, we tend to argue a lot over something like mayonnaise or who looked funny at whom, and during the summer reunion, there are a few annoying relatives I can live without. Watching downhill skiing is a shared activity enjoyed without any drama.
For those who do not know or care, the Streif is said to be one of the most difficult pistes. And that's the point. We sit, watch and scream things like Now he is dead! No, he's dead now! Nope, he's still moving but they'll need to cut him out from the safety netting! @#$%^!!! 149 kph on this!!! plus quite some less articulate things.
Then the winners and survivors are happy and the watchers have had an adrenaline rush that lasts for quite a few days. And now back to the scheduled boring stuff. Not the Australian Open, just some clerical stuff.

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

New Year

No resolutions, I don't bother. I only have plans.

I still somewhat miss the joy that writing used to bring. It all comes out somewhat lifeless although I keep trying. Or, maybe, my rants were never any good but I just didn't notice and none of the, erm, two? regular readers bothered to say anything.

One of the plans is to deal with the herbary backlog dating to 2013. Which will be fun because the 2013 loot is mostly from the Mediterranean and I'm not exactly an expert on the area. I didn't keep very consistent notes on that trip either. I started today and the bulk of the work done was shifting the stuff in the compost bag. Maybe it could be a method. And maybe I could use it for other stuff. Also, here, have some indoor gardening.

Friday, 16 December 2016

Time capsule

I have a flat in Prague which has been neglected for a few years. I would come over infrequently, for a short time, and there was always something more interesting to do than sorting out old boxes.
Yesterday, I bought a new vacuum cleaner, the old one had been a pain in the arse for years, and started cleaning and decluttering. So far, have found:
high school diploma that I had missed for years. Not that I would need it, I got a duplicate years ago when I misplaced the original and that duplicate, misplaced a few times in between, now lives in the tube with my university diploma but it's good to have both of them in a known spot.
a silk blouse
and a Puma hoodie with a puma applique I got in Italy, it's one of the disappearing and appearing things as well
a flyer from a small Regensburg gallery where I got some nice bowls many years ago and of which only one wasn't stolen by some goddamn tenants; I hope the lady who made them is still alive and willing to make more of the same

There's always something cathartic about decluttering. I've always liked this place. I had good time here - I was at the uni, I liked studying, I had excellent social life which gets complicated with the damn introverts and yes, some people would think it no social life worth mentioning but hey, I went to the opera, there was always someone to feed the cat when I was gone for more than Tähti the Meezer would consider polite, I had mild academic ambitions. Then depression struck and guess what. It was all before this blog - one day, I'll find out how to merge it with the old one which I abandoned because an asshole started stalking me - and it wouldn't seem that far away weren't it for the last few years of job from hell, depression, more depression, a textbook example of burnout and the related fun. I keep ranting about my memory problems but they're too pervasive - I want my jasper cat back but I can't remember where it is, all I can remember is that one time, I lived between three places and I always remembered what is where.
I'd better go and get some groceries, it hasn't been done for a while. Had rice, lentils and chopped tomatoes for dinner (see that there's no mention of salt) so today I'm out of tomatoes and lentils and I'm staying for two more days. Oh, the good old days of eating leftovers of leftovers because all food money was spent on books. It feels almost as if I were young again.

Tuesday, 1 November 2016


We haven't had a decent winter since 2013/2014. In 2013, the spring was about a month early although there had been a lot of cold and snow and there has been hardly any winter to speak of. Well, last season, there was one night in early January when the temperatures fell to - 15 and my purple Vanda orchid and one of the big Ornithogala froze to death.
I haven't acquired a new Vanda yet, I'm going away for a few days so I'll order it for the next week and I learned my lesson. Soooo... Occupy Windowsills!

Monday, 19 September 2016


So I decided to be productive and decided that my closet needs decluttering. Because I apparently have a lot of clothes but nothing to wear. Which is due to the fact that I don't throw out things very eagerly, that I've gained quite some weight in the last few years and then some ten years ago but kept the clothes because they would be useful one day. Also, I lived in the damn hotel with some everyday basics and the rest stayed at home, vaguely remembered but not really used.
The stuff got sorted out by size rather vaguely and I stacked some of it in boxes in the attic. Upstairs I went... to discover rotting moldy floor. I picked up a few boxes which stood in the wet area - luckily it was yarn and I tend to pack my yarn in plastic bags anyway. The boxes happily disintegrated, I threw them away, relocated said yarn and phoned dad that the boiler is apparently leaking. A pic of destroyed parquet floor may follow, I made a few pics in case parents had some insurance to cover this (no they don't). Today I resumed digging in old clothes. All I managed is to spread a layer of random bits and pieces in the hallway and now I'm panicking. At least I have a small pile to throw away and another small pile to donate. Plus a major heap of rather nice stuff which is half a size smaller than yours truly - I'm approaching the pre-hotel weight (I might have gained around 13 kilos there due to stress and stress eating) so I'll keep it somewhere near the surface. It should feel good but somehow, it doesn't.

Thursday, 8 September 2016

Archaeology, of sorts

For various reasons, I spent the time between around January 2013 and March 2016 as a manager of a hotel in a Bad Ass of this world. It took a toll, I ended up burnt out, with less than stellar eating habits and, well, habits in general and now I'm struggling to put my life together. Things are going sorta fine, thanks, although I still have all sorts of problems with memory, concentration and the combo of both. And with the clutter.

Today I decided to reclaim the closet. I have barely used it for years, one of the reasons being that I had most of my everyday clothes at the hotel where I lived and the other being that I gained a bit of weight (stress eating, stress drinking) so whatever was in the closet three years ago, wouldn't fit this spring anyway. And, well, the surprises keep coming. I have a certain penchant for Japanese textiles and since we have fleabay where one can get just about anything, and quite a lot of stuff for something like $9.99 plus shipping, I amassed quite a pile. And now I dug out said pile from the closet. Actually, I have a thing for textiles of all sorts, and fashion, and whatnot. I should make a pile of fabrics that are meant for some clothes when the time comes. And yarn. I would love to provide pics but I'm afraid that I would be ashamed by the horribly messy backdrop of my place and all the stuff is all over and... anyway. There'll be a trip to the trash bin, or many, actually, but before, I should get rid of dust, hair and various other crap so I can spread the other crap on the floor to sort it out. Damnit.

Anyhow, I'm alive, kicking, doing things and feeling quite okay. Keep tuned for more of the same.

Friday, 3 June 2016


That's Iris x germanica, the yellow one; I should cull the clump and get some in different colours, and two bunches of Iris sibirica, the blue ones, which would deserve dividing and spreading all over the place - if there was place. There's somr Iris chrysographes at the other side of the garden but it's an early one, it's gone by now. The Austin rose, I think it's Jude the Obscure but I'm not sure, is coming to bloom and there's another one on the left which will be dug out as it never blooms.