In the meanwhile the daily photography challenge has failed badly. It's turned out that I don't like to be forced to post something. Not a problem, I started to learn PHP instead, and since then a constant 'what the f*ck' expression is visible on my face. I'm trying to construct a fancy comment option, so the site is under construction. For a while.
When I shot a glance at our shelf:
The story: I have this amazing book called '1001 books you must read before you die". Under the Book section those 1001 books are gathering slowly (really slowly), and I don't plan to die before I read them all. You must know, nothing is mine on this shelf, but the mentioned book, right next to the Profanisaurus Rex (which I cleverly left out from this composition). I took it with manual set up, figured that my only (?) chance is to set the ISO very high (800). So this is my s(h)elfish noisy photo for the day.
"break the crust v. The morning after an evening fuelled with hot food and brown beer, to drop the days first Brad Pitt which is shortly
followed by uncontrollable Krakatoa-style outpouring of lava from the jacksie." - Profanisaurus Rex
Now you understand why I wanted to leave it out.
When I captured my food without a shame:
The story: My first (weak) cooking attempts are things of the past, therefor I usually eat falafel in the office. I was a big fan of the King of Falafel on the Leather Lane (for £3.25, but it's the king, what can I do), but right next to them appeared a new place selling slightly worse, but still really good falafel. That's the Brothers Restaurant. I can be convinced easily if there is almost a pound difference, and I already forgot the mighty taste of the King.
(First time I used any kind of fancy image creator on my phone. FxCamera.)
When I took a picture of my...shoe:
The story: This is a hard period of the challenge. I feel a bit weird. Taking pics of my shoes... I'm also a bit stressed that I have to post something
every day. Hard times. I almost posted an old image again, but than the title says 'my shoes', have to stick to that. Have. To.
What else can I do, let me introduce my shoe: This is the half of my beloved Merrel shoes that I bought to explore Nepal. And it haven't betrayed me. After all, it deserves a pic.
I was just about to choose an image from the past, but then I thought raindrops can look nice on the pics. Let's go out into the rain!
The story: So I did. And discovered that wet-liker animals appear from nowhere and are resting in our flower garden. And also, that our roses went a
bit tired recently, so I recorded the neighbour's ones. Only to realize in the flat, that all the pics I took are a bit crap, so what you can see here
is a fine piece in the Lost Gardens of Heligan in Cornwall. This image relaxes me and makes me smile. So smile!
There are some more photos from Heligan (and our whole trip in Cornwall) here, because it is a pure joy to aim the camera at plants.
(I put some lavender seeds into the soil some time ago. A weird green thing is growing out there, but doesn't look like lavender at all. I think I'm just nurturing a piece of weed.)
When I visited Nepal:
The story: I'm sitting in the flat and I have no intention to leave it. We have a nice woody view, but I wouldn't call that distance a distance. So for this sacred topic I've chosen an image that was taken in June. This is how Kathmandu looks like from a slight distance and hight - from the Monkey Temple. Nepal is amazing, but not for the delicate tourists. Have a look if it's for you: Nepal gallery.
(Attention: That gallery was prepared in a factory that handles lots of images. It may contain lots of images, too. And you can't even enjoy my entertaining Hungarian commentary. Still, go.)
When I visited the garage:
The story: After the big ride from Budapest to London last year I only sat on my bike once. At first I was frightened by the London traffic, then I was really fucking frightened by the London traffic, and now I feel a constantly changing urge to ride it again. In the city centre the urge is decreasing significantly, but in the suburban areas I'm very brave again. I would need to change the front tyre and settle my insurance situation to use it. Or just jump on and go. Aha.
I took some pics of the back tyre as well, but considering the fact that I (don't) have an impressive chicken stripe, I'll just skip that. There you go, chain 'n stuff.
I accidentally found myself in a bar with tons of happy Playfish employees yesterday.
The story: The Sims Social launched on Facebook recently, and to celebrate the huge success* they held a party. We got "VIP tickets" and entered the dark bar where everyone's head was lighted by the green Sims gem. Next to free food and drinks (I experimented on bourbons, not on the chips), we also enjoyed the free helium. Therefore the laughter on the image.
*Even Paul moved into his new house and since then he occasionally pisses on others bushes.
Let me share this with you:
'It's not my fault if I'm not any good at things like that.'
'I'll differ there, ' Coker told her. 'It's not only your fault - it's a self-created fault. Moreover, it's an affectation to consider yourself too spiritual to understand anything mechanical. It is a petty, and a very silly form of vanity. Everyone starts by knowing nothing about anything, but God gives him - and even her - brains to find out with. Failure to sue them is not a virtue to be praised: even in women it is a gap to be deplored.'
She looked understandably annoyed. Coker himself had been looking annoyed from the time she came in. She said:
'That's all very well, but different people's mind work on different lines. Men understand how machines and electricity work. Women just aren't much interested in that kind of thing as a rule.'
'Don't hand me a mess of myth and affectation; I'm not taking it,' said Coker. 'You know perfectly well that women can and do - or rather did- handle the most complicated and delicate machines when they took the trouble to understand them. What generally happens is that they're too lazy to take the trouble unless they have to. Why should they bother when the tradition of appealing helplessness can be rationalized as a womanly virtue - and the job just shoved off on to somebody else? Ordinarily it's a pose that it's not worth anyone's while to debunk. In fact, it has been fostered. Men have played up to it by stoutly repairing the poor darling's vacuum cleaner, and capably replacing the blown fuse. The whole charade has been acceptable to both parties. Tough practicality complements spiritual delicacy and charming dependence - and he is the mug who gets his hands dirty.'
He lunged on, well started now:
'Hitherto we have been able to afford to amuse ourselves with that kind of mental laziness and parasitism. In spite of generations of talk about the equality of the sexes there has been much too great a vested interest in dependence for women to dream of dropping it. They have made a minimum of necessary modifications to changing conditions, but they have always been minimum - and grudged, at that.' He paused.
'You doubt that? Well, consider the fact that both the pert chit and the intellectual woman worked the higher-sensibility gag in their different ways - but when a war came and brought with it a social obligation and sanction both could be trained into competent engineers.'
'They weren't good engineers,' she remarked. 'Everybody says that.'
'Ah, the defensive mechanism in action. Let me point out that it was in nearly everybody's interest to say so. All the same,' he admitted, 'to some extent that was true. And why? Because nearly all of them not only had to learn hurriedly and without proper groundwork, but they had also to unlearn the habits carefully fostered for years of thinking such interests alien to them, and too gross for their delicate natures.'
'I don't see why you have to come and pitch on me with all this,' she said. 'I'm not the only one who didn't start the wretched engine.'
'You're quite right. It's unfair. It was simply finding the engine there ready to work and nobody doing a thing about it that started me off. Dumb futility gets me that way.'
'Then I think you might have said all that to Miss Durrant instead of to me.
'Don't worry, I shall. But it isn't just her affair. It's yours - and everyone else's. I mean that, you know. Times have changed rather radically. You can't any longer say: "Oh, dear, I don't understand this kind of thing," and leave it to someone else to do for you. Nobody is going to be muddle-headed enough to confuse ignorance with innocence now - it's too important. Nor is ignorance going to be cute or funny any more. It is going to be dangerous, very dangerous. Unless all of us get around as soon as we can to understanding a lot of thing in which we had no previous interest, neither we nor those who depend on us are going to get through this lot.'
'I don't see why you need to pour all your contempt for women on to me - just because of one dirty old engine,' she said, peevishly.
Coker raised his eyes.
'Great God! And here have I been explaining that women have all the capacities if they only take the trouble to use them.'
Why did I share this? Because I think I'm gonna take the trouble.
It's one thing that I quietly skip days, the other is that sometimes I don't even post a photo, but a screenshot. Like now. The good thing is that noone else in this world gives a damn other than me, so I'll just enjoy my game as I want to play it.
The story: I don't really create things IRL, and I feel horrible about this. I would love to learn knitting, but then, I would also love to learn PHP, and at the moment I know way more (but very close to nothing) about PHP than about knitting. But I do blogs, and one of them is a Hungarian one, all about Flattr. The aim is to spread Flattr in Hungary, because it is a system that shows some hope in humanity. Also it can possibly solve some Internet issues regarding payments, but I'll just seize this opportunity and predict a separate post about Flattr.
(By the way, I usually force Paul to read this blog, and I'm sure he cares (not).)
The story: I was sitting in the bedroom watching TED Talks on my phone. Before launch it asks me if I want to open it with the Video Player or XBMC. My phone works as a controller of XBMC that's installed on the media server that we mostly use to watch "TV". The guys were watching their animated boobs on the TV at that time. I launched TED with XBMC. I could hear the main theme singing loud in the living room. Due to a quick reaction, it fade away in about two seconds and the boobs appeared on the screen again. But it was great fun. For me. My phone is precious. For me.
For a few moments in a month I usually have doubts if it's all right to sit ten hours in front of the laptop, and fill out the rest of the time tapping on my phone screen. That's why nature is involved here. Half-half.
After several books outside the 1001 branch I decided to go for the progress and read something from the list. Surprisingly Paul has some of the must-haves
his our shelves and when I showed him the options, he unambiguously pointed at The Day of the Triffids.
I like science fiction in a way that I don't read it but know it can be good for me. It just never happened. I can visualize my feeling towards everything and if I have to try hard and describe the vision towards sci-fi it would be like a cube. Kind of. So a cube is nice and precise but how much better a form is that you can't even explain? That's (literal) literature for me.
Anyway, the book was easy to read in English, and after the first cold feeling while
stroking reading the cube it started to get warmer. I thought
it won't be as close to my heart (yes, I'm reading with that) because it's not about human problems, but it turned out that's kind of the main point. No one
believes that things like this can happen to them and a destroyed world can be their own problem. Maybe we should. But it happens by itself, you start to be
very cautious with plants and little bit happy that you have a wholly (?) functional world around you full of animated humans. (It couldn't make me love humans
more. Maaaybe a little. But then we saw Doug Stanhope on stage just before I finished the book, and that doesn't help.)
This is a book where it's all about the story (Paul doesn't believe me that it's not always about the story!), and I learnt that I can enjoy that as well. Without saying anything about what's actually happening in the book, I'll just note, that it can give you a different perspective for a short time, but for me it was still not as strong when I read about past/current, existing human problems. You can ignore imaginary scenes with 'I may think that there is a triffid behind the bush waiting to hit my big head, but phew, there isn't and there won't be.'
Push this text into my face whenever we start to produce triffid oil.
Sorry, I was not open during the weekend. I will just act that nothing happened, and continue the photo challenge. (Looking around suspiciously.) One more tiny modification: After Day 5 now Day 7 will come, and I'll insert the 6th topic somewhere in here later. I think it's much easier to take a pic of 'something new' than of a childhood memory.
The story: It was another Sinema Sunday, and as part of the ritual we visit Forbidden Planet and Fopp. To keep me motivated I wanted a guarantee that I'll get a book for no more than 5 pounds. This is why Fopp is so good. The Master and Margaritha was only 3, and I didn't have enough time to a complementation. I've read this book already, knew that I loved it, forgot it completely, so will repeat in English. (By the way. The two Englishmen who I showed it had no idea what I'm 'showing about'. Interesting.)
Haha, half a month after I announced my fancy RSS option on this site, I'm announcing that I hate to update the XML manually, and especially, that I won't. If there is anyone here reading this (with or without RSS), then I'm telling you, come and check the site out regularly instead of relying on the feed notification. In the meanwhile, I'm working on my brain to understand PHP and all I need to create an automatic, but still self-managed website.
The obvious object of this topic is Paul, but he was busy having a huge animal steak in Gaucho tonight, so I went for other loved ones.
Nephews. Two of 'em.
The story: Since these little humans live in Hungary and I don't, these pictures weren't taken freshly for Day 5. Also, look at the weather, London never has this on offer. It was taken around a month ago when I visited my family, and enjoyed Buco's garden with bubis (Hungarian made-up word for these tiny two-legged, occasionally very loud and uncontrollable creatures), hamburger, and my closest relatives!
I can hardly limit myself to post all the cute-face images (but I did), so I'll just point to a direction where there are a bit more photos about these guys.
In the meanwhile Paul arrived home, and to celebrate, here is a pic of him as well. (Nah, it's not at home. It's Nepal.)
Ok, no, I could not limit myself. Here ya go:
My favourite colour is blue. In any shape or form.
The story: On Thursdays I'm working from the office, and I thought the only chance for me to fulfil Day 4 is to get it done on the way home. The distance between the office and the tube is not too long, making it possible not to find any appropriate blue thing around there. (I tried the sky. Failed badly.) I noticed a tall white church-looking-like thing in the distance, and I thought, there must be something blue near to it. After a few meters towards the church, all of a sudden I found something blue. Latex gloves. I don't understand either, but I needed nothing more, squatted, shoot, and got my colour.
Even my trousers are blue.
I resisted the urge to take a picture of Gmail or similar, and found this little cloud outside.
The story: Unfortunately I don't spend too much time to take these challenge(ing) pictures. Now I simply opened the window (oh for fuck sake, go to the garden at least!) and grabbed the first cloud I could find. This one got my attention because it's framed in a lovely heart shape. Ya see.
This is a boring pic, and I just wanted to be over it. Shame, as clouds are a fantastic subject.
I don't know what will make me use my own set up (ever) instead of the little green automatic dent on the camera. But. I found an amazing website, a photography school: it's online, and more importantly, free. You get your homework and actually someone will check and 'evaluate' it. You go along class by class with different photography (and film) topics, and probably at the end you will be much better in taking pics. I'll be much better. Just look. And, it's all Hungarian.
The story: This was my first idea how to show what I wore today. So I did it.
P.S.: I only wear this in the gym. And my hair is long, so no one can see how much I love myself. (Shame.) And yeah, I wanted to go to the gym, again.
Yesterday it was unexpectedly closed due to
animals partying on the streets rioting. Now all the London Fitness First studios are closed, due to...rioting.
And this is another perspective with the manual set up from yesterday.
But don't you worry, I just booked my 4 hour photography class - that will help to avoid pics like these.
The story: I just got home from work and was ready to go to the Monday yoga class. In those 20 minutes between these two I decided to shoot myself (is it funny in English?) for the Day 1 challenge. Since it was already quite dark in the flat and I still can't manage that circumstance, I went to the garden and found the appropriate background (fence!). I'm using the holy automatic function on my camera, and with that the images were still a bit too bright. I cared less about the quality of the pics and was rather trying to avoid eye contact with our neighbour, Ken, and telling myself that it's perfectly acceptable to take pictures of myself with the 10 second self-timer in my yoga sweatpants in the garden next to the tomatoes. (You can't see them, but they're big.) After all, this one was the best shot (convincing face), however a bit scary that my hair looks like it's red. Goes well with the green, though. Anyway, this is, more or less, me.
I'm always up for a challenge! (- lied Zsófi.)
I just stumbled upon this link (in my inbox, from Bucó), and I decided to join in. I could never convince myself that writing every day for a month is something I want to do, but shooting a pic once a day is more likely to happen. Or not.I'll start it on Monday with one week delay. This is what I committed myself to:
The test of my endurance starts tomorrow. With me. Again.
No, I'm not gay. I would rather just announce that this blog now has RSS!
The coming out part of it is that I must admit, I started to use RSS and feed readers this year. As I was reading about this topic, it's turned out that RSS exist since 2000. Well, it's not easy to convince me. I couldn't see any point using it until I got my first smart phone. Since then I'm in it, deeply, and I want my botched up blog to be available for everyone, everywhere. And here is how it's happened.
Everything which requires more knowledge than a (very) simple HTML seems space technology for me, and this is what I felt with RSS as well. But I'm very adventurous, and dug a bit deeper. As the first step - as always - I asked (web)Master Bucó if he thinks I'm able to do this. The answer was a link: RSS 2.0 specification. According to him, if I understand this text, I'll manage to have RSS for my site.
I scanned the document in a few seconds (I'm no patient) and decided that it's only an XML with few mandatory elements, so I should be able to handle it. But...how will I get my shiny site in an xml form? No way I'm gonna write this manually. (I'm writing this whole site manually...)
Searching for 'How to add RSS to my site' I got loads of results how to add RSS feed to a website, but that's not what I need. (I immediately felt my mission very serious and advanced.) From the few options I got (on the first Google search result page) I decided to try a tool called FeedForAll. It's not free, but have a 30 days trial. Have to say, at this point I still had no idea what's gonna happen and what it will do and how will I got that onto my site and how will that update regularly and so on.
So I installed and opened FeedForAll suspiciously and filled out all the necessery details. That's not too much. You need a title, description and link to your site,
and the same attributes for each of the items you'll add. Hah. This item stuff was not clear
at the beginning either, I kind of thought that every new post must get a new xml. Idiot.
Anyway, I figured out that I need one feed (called my blog) and need to add all my posts as a separate item. Good.
Since my site is quite elementary (yet), I don't have a separate html site for each of my posts, they can only be seen all on one page. I don't think it's a problem, though, as soon as everyone opens a feed before I add a new post.
Slowly I got familiar with the interface as well, explored that it's much better to copy the description into the HTML editor than
into the main window, because the editor will keep the spaces between the paragraphs. I found it strange that in the HTML editor you get WYSIWYG, and you can add
HTML tags in the main window only. So why is it HTML editor then?
I copied the full post into the description area, as I, myself, hate when I'm not able to read the full post in my feed reader. This is London, there is no network in the tube and I can't finish the story. Well, I can, because I got rid of all the feeds that don't let me read everything in one place.
Looking around in this program I was hovering over the buttons, and found one that said: 'Publish'. It was exposed in a pale purple light as I realized, I need to make this stuff online. I didn't even try to use their option, simply uploaded via FTP into a newly created RSS folder.
I'm using Google Reader and I was practising on that. I would assume that if I click on 'Refresh', then it works like a website refresh and gives me the results immediately. Not really. I know it's slow on my phone, but getting slow results on a computer is unacceptable. So after a few minutes of hopelessness (Where are they? Everything is correct, it should work, where the fuck is my new post?) I magically got all of them loaded. That. Is. The. Joy.
In this process the little puzzles slowly got together and it turned out to be a pretty easy thing to do. I know it's not a perfect solution (and will develop), but it's functioning (?) and it's mine. My first RSS.
Umm. I started this book some time ago, and all I could remember is that semi-gay people are partying all the time, so I didn’t feel the urge to continue for a long period. But the book was a present, and I decided to give it another go.
I could reach the middle of the book thinking: “I don’t care about the life of rich American teenagers, this is boring.” But there was still something keep me going, and I soon reached the difficult bit. If there is no violence in it, there is no shock and I close the book thinking it was not interesting. But there is violence and things that I don’t want to know about, so it ended up turning the whole world into a hopeless cruel disgusting mass leaning on me. This time I didn’t become part of the story, I can’t identify myself as a rich American kid using drugs being empty. But I can hate them all for what they were doing there. Don’t forget, the book is from 1985, I was born in 1984. This is not news. This is happening all around the world. This is now the life of many Hungarian teens, except spending that much money every day.
Ok, I’m in pain again, can’t say anything else. After all, I like the voice of the book. After all, I don’t think I’ll be able to read American psycho.
This book is not part of the 1001 challenge. Was reading it in Hungarian, got it from Ricsi.
It's official. I'm unable to "rate" any (art)work without it's content. This book is full of pain. If the pain is caused by things that would cause me pain as well, I can't see anything else but the pain. Pain grabs me and my attention, therefore I will think it's a good work. A good book. Is this normal?
Give me back my mountains! is a very famous Hungarian book, written by Albert Wass. Albert Wass is from Transylvania, and the book is about a piece of its history. As such, the topic itself is a painful part of the Hungarian history*. It's still in our 'everyday' discussions, and you can't avoid hearing about it. Even if you know the historical facts, or especially if you have patriotic feelings, I think this book will surprise you. It's about the smallest component of our history: human life.
Being 26 and born in the capital of Hungary I don't have that much experience living in the countryside. The life of a (young) shepherd is alien (even if my father was doing such things), and it's "strange" to see their lifestyle. It can make you want to go 'back to nature'. But after the rural happiness and...well, life things will change as we all know them from the history class. But here you get a different eye; you are the lowest point in the world, looking up to the lords deciding about your country. About your life. About you.
Following the life of a man experiencing 'history' gives a naive approach for the book. You can see him finding love, you can see him building home, you can see him prosper, and then you
can see him lose everything. You'll see how their life is determined by law and upper decisions. You will see civilians turning into soldiers, you'll be in the middle of the battlefield hearing what each
soldiers people think and suddenly war won't be a big black mass that you know nothing about.
You can see people turning into something they've never wanted to be before. You can see people die and people killing others. But you won't find who is responsible for this.
The initial naiveness will be gone, and when it comes back again on a Christmas eve, will quickly transform into something different. I think it's called loneliness. Looking for the truth, all alone in the whole world.
Losing all your hope.
And the worst part is, this is not a fiction.
I finished the book in a few days, luckily, as I was part of the story feeling what they could've felt. Could I...
As a conclusion: lots of unbearable pain, great book.
*(Would not discuss it here, especially not why a Romanian territory is part of the Hungarian history. If you need more info about this, maybe try on Wikipedia.
Again, this book is not part of the 1001 challenge. But well worth it.
As part of a what-to-do-in-town-before-the-IMAX we were walking around in Central London and visited places like Forbidden Planet and Fopp. Fopp was new to me (so I got bonus points from FourSquare!) and I was happy to see that they sell books. Real books. I have an ambivalent relation with paper books - I love them, but it feels strange to collect them. I found a book for 4 pounds, and all I knew about it was that the same guy wrote Generation X, a book that I liked before. I bought it.
I wrote in a previous post that I read on Kindle in English, and that I started Madame Bovary 3 months ago. I felt ashamed that the process is bloody slow, I thought I lost my interest in reading. I was only crawling through the sentences which I hardly understood properly, so my enthusiasm to open it again decreased quickly. Then I bought this one from Douglas Coupland, saying Hey, Nostradamus!, in a language from the XXI. century. It took me less than a week to finish, and I felt alive again. No, actually, I felt dead as the book caused me real pain.
I'm not the one being able to write satisfying book reviews, because I like to keep my thoughts for myself. So why the hell am I writing this? Because it would be amazing to be able to write satisfying book reviews. So I'm gonna practice. Don't look!
There is a couple, which has to deal with their relationship in line with their faith (and their environment), and who has to deal with death later on, so they are no longer a couple. There are their families, who have to deal with the couple, the death, and with each other. They all have to deal with evil. And God. And there is us, who have to deal with all the information we slowly get about these people. And we have to deal with evil and God, too.
To be more specific, we are dropped into the "life" of Cheryl and Jason, be witness of their love and the school massacre they fall into. As the first of the four narrators
Cheryl tells us about her relationship with Jason, her relationship with God, and her death in the massacre. (Yes, she is gone by then.) After Cheryl we can look into
Jason's letters written to his nephews (no). He is 11 years older, but although he survived, he couldn't find his way out of (his wife's) death. We get to know his father a bit more.
And how his brother's died, too. And some secrets told to the nephews. Oh, and the blackouts, those are important. Knowing that at some point a new girl, Heather will come, I already
hated her. She has nothing to do with Jason. For a few pages she has a different personality than I imagined. Then for a few pages I’m indifferent with her and interested what else to come.
And then I’m on her side. She is living with Jason's wallet which soon will go into a plastic bag along with other items from Jason to keep his smell. Jason is lost and while we're
waiting for him to come back, Heather is telling us how it has happened with the two of them. And how it's happening, now. And then comes Reg, Jason's father with pure Christianity
(where pure means verbatim, therefore conflicting with (other's) life. But at the end, "we shall be changed." Reg, too.
I don't like descriptive reviews, so that part is deleted. All I know is that I read about a teenager love, and my favourite quote is from that part:
I would really like to ask God why it is that we don't accomplish anything until we're at least twenty. Why the wait? I think we should be born ten years old, and then after a year turn twenty - just get it over with, like dogs do. We ought to be born running.
And then I read about adult love, which still has created new worlds for itself, starting with Gerard T. Giraffe, the giraffe. And read about pain, caused by inexplicable evil in front of God's eyes. Or maybe "God is nowhere'. Since I have a confronting approach to others determining your life (like taking it) and I'm sensitive to all the other elements of the book, I was mainly concentrating to survive and not on the interestingly put sentences. I survived. And then I just felt it's good that some people are alive.
Is this a review? No. But this is my experience. Maybe next time...
This book is not part of the 1001 challenge. Shame. Next to come: Give me back my mountains!
When I was planning the "process" of learning photography, I wanted to start with portraits, because I enjoy taking pics of people. I like faces. And human interactions. I started to read tips from professionals, and decided to practice on my family. And on Paul.
Since I have been batteriless for long, I "didn't have the chance" to actually start the process. Now that my batteries are on their way ( Uniross 1 Hour Fast Charger + 4 x AA 2700 mAh Performance Batteries) I can finally start to take it seriously. The plan has changed though. I'm accidentally going to Nepal next weekend, so I'll rather experiment with landscapes. As long as we can call the Himalaya a landscape.
Before I go, I'll start the portrait series with me, through an image created by Master Bucó. It's an optimal picture to get to know me, as I'm completely covered, but the rolling Austrian background can help to overcome the loss. I've chosen this pic because one of my favourite things (motorbikes) can't be involved in this blog otherwise. Meet me:
Right after this image was taken we continued moving towards London. And if you want to continue looking at us riding, go to porcica.hu. The Nepal adventures will be featured there, too.
Each photo comes with a quote, and I quote:
Her favourite walk, and where she frequently went...was along the open grove...which no one seemed to value but herself...
I haven't used my camera since last autumn. Half reason was the lack of adventures, half was my laziness, and another half (!) is because my rechargeable batteries don't want to be recharged anymore. This is more than painful, but luckily the Galaxy S works as an acceptable substitution.
As in my very first photo post, I must add that I've never used anything else than the auto function on my camera. The purpose of this site is to change this, and thanks to Paul (and Groupon) my photography carrier will start soon! Here is what I got this morning: Four Hour Photography Course for £35 with Ignite Creative TV
Manual set up, here I come.
I'm over my first operation regarding the layout. Most probably you can't spot too many changes, but the site is now 'using' 960 gs. I'm saying this like I know what the heck that is.
My web (and motorbike) Master, Bucó suggested to have a look and apply this framework, and according to my 100% trust (in web and bike issues only) I had a
look and tried to implement this into my very complex code. It all started with him giving one and a half million links which I should read before I start.
I like to exaggerate, so I can simply list those links here:
I found the last two the most helpful, and following them and the blog that Buco generated I could successfully (?) build these into here. I was drooling a bit on those pretty examples that 960.gs features on the main site, but I already decided to go easy and simple.
My original plan was to put the 'Archive' sidebar outside of those 960 pixels (it was 800 before the grid system), but I soon became friends with that Archive part being under the roof. (I'm lazy.) This was also the most difficult (i.e annoying) bit, because I spent 'some' time 'wondering' why isn't the SIDEbar on the side. After that undefined time period I realized, that putting the 3 grid sidebar inside the 8 grid content area won't really help. Solved.
But the most difficult challenge was to realize afterwards, that I didn't actually got the idea of this system. I was thinking why it is called 'framework' when all I'm doing is classifying some divs and styling them in the css. Haha. I remember skipping this little sentence here: "Don’t forget to include the stylsheets included in the Grid 960 package." Anyway, now I have the 960.css included so it should be proper. Proper job.
I was playing with the idea to archive all phases of this site to follow the changes, but in spite of all my efforts, I forgot to save the original CSS. Fortunately, because this update also helped me to clear that short, but amazingly messy CSS that I managed to put together at first, and I don't want to see that again. (Sniffle, I wanted to.)
My secret aim is to build my own CMS in the background (and that's why I started from scratch), but I don't even dare to think how much time that'll take. I'll start with minor things which are
visible, and in the meanwhile I'll read O'Reilly's book about PHP and MySQL.
I was very happy with my simplified 'design' at the beginning, but now I feel sick after looking at it for a few hours. I need to dig out my creativity and give birth to something more...serious?
I have a passion for classics. I don't really understand it, because my main book supplier (called Ricsi) rarely lent books for me that we were learning about in school. Anyway, I found my perfect book few years ago (on sale!), which is called 1001 books you must read before you die. I take things seriously, so I'll follow their advice.
To reach my goal, I mostly rely on Android for several reasons:
I resisted the obvious urge to count how many of the 1001 I've read for a long time, but in a weak moment I clarified: 27,5. I wasn't too happy about it; that means I read one book in each year of my life. Unacceptable. (Well, the tremendous amount of 'not officially cool' books are not involved here.)
The challenge's already started, and due to availability issues and my sincere wish to speak English properly (almost like the Queen) force me to - mainly - read in English.
To make my job easier I started with a book for children, namely Alice in Wonderland. (Winnie the Pooh is not in the list!) I was a bit naive, but made my journey
through the book. Probably missed some jokes or references, but I got a clear (can it be clear?) story line. Right after Alice came another gem of England, Jane Austen,
with Pride and Prejudice. I enjoyed this one very much, and it also helped me to expand my Queen dictionary. After that I found another magic I liked a lot, The Picture
of Dorian Gray that is. There aren't many books suggested from Oscar Wilde, but I'll cheat and read some more from him.
After long book-downloading sessions, I was struggling a bit where to continue. I stucked with Madame Bovary, however I find it incredibly difficult to waddle through those unknown, descriptive (a lot of 'em) words.
I love quotes as well, and according to the plans every posted picture here will get a quote from one of these books. I've also chosen my Twitter account to be a trumpet of these quotes. This is my demonstration for reading. I imagine being very effective with my 23 followers.
Hopefully I'm gonna succeed reading all the 1001 books, but in case of my failure, who would blame an old woman?
One two one two. This is a test post. I already feel the pain managing a blog without a comfy admin surface. I'm here to suffer.