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• Vaclav Klaus na Narodni tride: "Nás úkol byl ne zajistit každému štěstí a bohatství, náš úkol byl změnit politický, ekonomický, sociální systém z komunismu v něco docela jiného, a to se stoprocentně podařilo."
• Dan Hruby ve svem komentari: "Tady je však potřeba říct: přes okázalé a proklamativní soudy o nebezpečí komunismu či návratu do socialistické minulosti je to ODS, kdo svojí kmotrovskou politikou často diskredituje polistopadový vývoj a útočí na něj."

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Pulnocni souvislosti

Tri muzi, dva hlasy hluboke, jeden vyssi. Tiche rytmy, zklidnujici, vyvolavajici pocity vecne nadeje a dustojnosti, ktery nas provazi zivoty a diky nemuz jsme schopni je dozit az do konce.







The first song comes from a new Czech movie Alois Nebel - and it reminded me of two other songs I really like. I hope you will enjoy all of them. What IMHO connects them are the quiet rhytms which evoke feeling of eternal hope and dignity which which accompany our lives and let us live them till their ends.

Rainbow - Stargazer

Such strong atmosphere, so long, so good

High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water

Nine years worth of breakin' my back

There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard

See how he glides, why he's lighter than air?

Oh I see his face!

Where is your star?

Is it far, is it far, is it far?

When do we leave?

I believe, yes, I believe

In the heat and the rain

With whips and chains

To see him fly

So many die

We build a tower of stone

With our flesh and bone

Just to see him fly

But don't know why

Now where do we go?

Hot wind, moving fast across the desert

We feel that our time has arrived

The world spins, while we put his dream together

A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky

Oh I see his face!

Where is your star?

Is it far, is it far, is it far?

When do we leave?

Hey, I believe, I believe

In the heat and the rain

With whips and chains

Just to see him fly

Too many die

We build a tower of stone

With our flesh and bone

To see him fly

But we don't know why

Ooh, now where do we go

All eyes see the figure of the wizard

As he climbs to the top of the world

No sound, as he falls instead of rising

Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand

Oh I see his face!

Where was your star?

Was it far, was it far

When did we leave?

We believed, we believed, we believed

In heat and rain

With the whips and chains

To see him fly

So many died

We built a tower of stone

With our flesh and bone

To see him fly

But why

In all the rain

With all the chains

Did so many die

Just to see him fly

Look at my flesh and bone

Now, look, look, look, look,

Look at his tower of stone

I see a rainbow rising

Look there, on the horizon

And I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Time is standing still

He gave back my will

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Going home

I'm going home

My eyes are bleeding

And my heart is leaving here

But it's not home

But it's not home

Ooh

Take me back

He gave me back my will

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Going home

I'm going home

My eyes are bleeding

And my heart is leaving here

But it's not home

But it's not home

Ooh

Take me back, take me back

Back to my home ooh, ooh, ooh

Hughie O´Donoghue

Doporucuji vystavu v DOXu. Do 12. prosince.

Temne, znepokojive. Nekolik silnych obrazu, jakobych v  nich videl nektere "astralni" Vachalovy obrazy. Mensi obrazy pracujici vice s fotografii na me uz tolik nepusobily, ale i tak tech nekolik velkych stoji za videni.

Nehynouci klasika

Jsem zvedav, jestli se tomu budou lidi smat i za padesat ci vice let. Prozatim zustavam optimistou.

Beyond shared understanding

"Mielismy, gosci, co?" Snaut
(Solaris, Stanislaw Lem).
or "You had a company, hadnt you?"

Pisnicka s citovou vazbou

Tak tohle je posledni pisnicka z prvni strany Fanankovy desky s Hagen Baden.
To byla asi tak druha ci prvni kazeta, kterou jsem si kdy koupil (odhadem v roce 1994). Proto si taky pamatuju to umisteni (doufam, ze ne spatne). Deska, na ktere se objevila i legendarni pisen Prusa (a v nemene legendarnim klipu i "pan Frantisek Sahula" v roli devianta).



Az tak pred 3-4 lety jsem zjistil, ze je to cover verze  pisne od Toy Dolls - Spider in the Dressing Room. V silenosti textu si jsou obe pisne rovne, mam ten dojem, i kdyz kazda trochu jinak. O silenosti vykonavatelu necht si kazdy udela usudek sam :-).



Zacinam uz si vzpominat na pisnicky z mladi. Takhle asi prichazi stari...

Accidental encounter

Originally there was an article in Novy prostor (a magazine you can buy from homeless or poor people in Prague) about a band called Wolves in the Throne Room. Saying that they play some kind of black metal - but actually not following all rules of the genre. And that their music is sort of close to Sun O ))).
An accidental encounter - taking into account that I normally dont read articles about music as I dont think you can really get the right perception from a written text.
At least in this case I was wrong - probably because I already had some kind of experience with this field of music and because I really like Sun O)).




Now the question comes: Am I starting to read articles about music or was just because I saw words "black metal"? In other words: Is there a change going on in my approach to reading articles about music? No matter how subtle this question may sound it is an interesting one - it relates to changes in one's mind. Changes that can refer to some changes going on somewhere deeper.
An interesting (potential) finding about myself indeed.




Nevertheless, ticket for the Prague concert reserved. Wanna join?

"Sbohem Kosovo"

"Od roku 1999 se v Kosovu vystřídalo více než 8260 českých vojáků. Dalších 1090 příslušníků AČR tvořilo záložní jednotky na území ČR." (army.cz)

Kdysi, v dobach gymnazialnich, jsem velmi vazne zvazoval vojenskou cestu. Inspiraci mi tehdy byly balkanske mise a dojem, ze je to neco opravdu rozumneho. I po tech letech ten pocit pretrvava. Myslim, ze pretrvava jednota vnitrniho pocitu i vnejsiho nahledu, ze je to opravdu jedna z jednoznacne smysluplnych cinnosti, ktere lze v dnesnim svete provozovat. Jde o lidske zivoty - a jejich smysluplnost.

Svatba / Wedding

Prvni varka fotek. First set of pics.

UPDATE: Nekolik dalsich fotek / Some more >>

Za pekne fotky treba podekovati Lence Pekarkove.

Co ma drzi nad vodou

Nekdy cloveku staci malo, mohlo by se rict, proste par dobrych foru. Ale tyhle jsou z ranku Ctvrtnickovych ceskosodnich dadaistickych vyletu na hranici reality a socialni unosnosti strizene dobrym vseobecnym prehledem a citem pro perfektni napodobu.

Zkratka a dobre, kardinal Vlk na twitteru me pobavil nekolika prispevky nad ramec bezneho (ostatne jsem o tom jiz psal):

• Chudaci evangelici: Jsem rozmrzelý! Dva týdny bez cigaret a sotva dopnu sutanu. Navíc je tu už od pondělka počasí, že by evangelíka nevyhnal :(
• Uplne Graubnera vidim. Mimochodem tenhle tweet me inspiroval k trose internetove cetby ohledne ceskeho fouska. Jestli existuje plemeno polskeho chrta, to jsem nezjistoval: Tak Graubner si na stará kolena kupuje psa! Polského chrta, pro kterého si jede až do Wrocławi. Česká plemena se mu zdají příliš bezbožná...

A ted prijdou zlate hreby posledni doby, u kterych jsem se chlamal prevelice:

• Je mi neskutečně zle...Nikdy nemíchejte mešní víno s něčím tvrdším! #narozeniny
• Kdepak synu, já slavil s Graubnerem a ostatními! A i když se teď cítím jak biblický Nádal, tak oslava to byla podařená
• Po koupeli a po obědě mi je už o poznání lépe. Biskup Malý je ale stále pod stolem a z Graubnerova pokoje se pořád ozývají ty podivné zvuky.

Rikam si, jak se tyhle textiky objevi nekde, v ucebnicich dejepisu, literatury, humory, ci nejakeho oboru, jehoz jmeno jeste nezname, treba za padesat let. Pokud to bude jeste nekho zajimat. Snad humor nezahyne. Citim nostalgii podobnou te, kterou W. Allen nechal nasaknout Zlate casy radia.