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Blah-blah-blah about the relationship

"Last night in New York," looked at the insistence of a few LJ friends to do.
movie is interesting, (I said that I love movies about relationships), but very simple as ABC. It is about how people who can not easily let go of the past can not construct a future. Tries, of course, but it now because of the past is very vague and ghostly. Movie about power and banality of the phrase "I love you" - as a human being even without batting an eye can cover their weaknesses, doubts and actions by these simple and powerful words. Characters of the film that is constantly engaged. How to simply say "I love you" and no longer deal that actually feels to a person or why you do not feel anything ... Why? These words - Bailout straws for lost and insecure. How easy say "I love you", see the expressive eyes, kiss her and wait until the blue in the face while stunned people take responsibility for you have just uttered the words, and make a reciprocal step. That came Alex. Said that he loved. And then what? In addition to a passionate kiss and attempt to drag were in bed, he does not do anything intelligible. he missed. He is curious. He does not care that she was married, he stalks her, with the addition "I love you", he had nothing to say. That's what for you come then? "Apparently this series," I dreamed you "or whatever it is: Helen and Paris are far from decided visit Joan, as she lives on without me? Forgotten or not? I will go and say hello, tickle yourself (and her at the same time) nerves. Ah ... it did not make a reciprocal step. Well ... Yes, and another friend of mine told me that all these years with her husband - they can not be scraped out of her mind, I immediately believed him, of course. Admit it, and most importantly to himself: "I attracted to you, yes, but still I did not ready to give you, because here I am, a freelance writer "- it must have a strong eggs. Much easier to meaningfully silent, still holding a man. I so want to place Joan asked: Alex Che you want from me? Why are you here? We can be together? And Joan? "And you, Alex, I love my husband and I love ... but we can not be together because I'm married. And yes, we broke up because of distance. "Moved, apparently, was in any way, especially in that both - not the poor writers and freelancers. I think that Joan left him, because this sugary smile her nothing guaranteed, and the distance - This is just an excuse. The situation between a husband and wife both have hinted about the divorce, but about him and no one thinks, of course, because in the movie outlines situation problematic comfort zone. Michael and Joan well to each other are, but they can not admit that their three-year marriage has outlived her, it's time to understand a problem or admit that they do not fit together. But as so often - it is easier to pretend that all is well. Divorce - a bunch of zamorochek. Much easier pretend that nothing happened and move on. There are obvious - the fatigue of relationships, unwillingness to listen to each other and yet: "I love you, oh how I love you "- and hiding in the queue for this life-saving curtain. Because of this "love" - solid omissions. Rather than tell his wife that he obsessed with sexual fantasies (and go by the handle to a psychologist), Michael pretends that everything is OK, that is between them was merely a quarrel. Yes, they both pretend jealousy - is a common marital conflicts. Meanwhile, Joan recalls the former, which did not work, my husband is not trusted. And for the film seems to me that Joan boring, despite polubogemnoe society. Therefore, when the background of mistrust of her husband, and this universal boredom appears the former, with whom she just does not get it so quickly dresses and light-footed sent to the meeting. Marriage is both needed for show, they either do not know how, or do not want to glue cracks, but at the same time, of course, much easier to live together than separately. Joan married because Alex - Dunce, and Michael - a good guy, they are together a long time and, as required by formal instruction "wife", now keeps a formal allegiance to her husband, though suffering. But Michael? He said very true words: "I am happily married. Very. But the temptation is not saved, "which completely defines its attitude towards marriage, to his wife, and sex. And they are individually but not together, trying to solve their problems and dangerous experiment with their feelings. The translation was awful, but the faces of the actors can all understand that a film about the weak people who pretend to be strong, who do not know what they want. Which is boring and they are looking for some new experiences, while using other people closest to instead ask yourself: what I want? Instead, there is a typical a game of cat and mouse - "Guess what I have in mind, although I do not know myself, and I, each time seeing it from the side, puzzled: why people behave in a similar scenario? Why? Why is everyone so hard, when a decision - on the surface? Why is it so scary to change something? "That's what me and interesting film - it is about how often happens in life. And he just did not give any solutions because the solution depends on the people themselves, in this case - the weak-willed, confused and tired.
way, This is the first film in which I do not like Keira Knightley. More precisely, her smile. Kind of forbidding it, although I have always adored the actress.

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shoes and ankle boots with open noses - get it! All of the most decent, interesting models for convenient, high heels for some reason must certainly be obrubleny front. Well, for sho nafig ... : (
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Menopause And Employment

la_luminella @ 2011-02-25T09: 06:00

Well all, perhaps, enough to hesitate, it's time to start new tag - French. For a long time thinking about the courses, but never enrolled. Partly because crushed toad, then I thought that if I do not know where I will live in the next six months, about what courses may be referring to? And the price nekopeechnaya. Reasoned More like this: the level of expected A1, the very first for which the international classification I should learn to distinguish between simple words and phrases relating to me and the world around me, must learn to read and write postcards. :) We have consulted with a toad, and she said a decisive no - better to pay 400 euros a tutor, who can teach me to read and pronounce the letters individually, rather than for the same money to ride to hell twice a week with a group of queue read by syllables. Well, I do not trust this group course for the money without a trial lesson. And suddenly there half an hour explanation of the material, and then an hour of practice with each other (which I hate!) I do in terms of teaching methods are very capricious. But still look to the intensive courses and courses in the drive. Five days ago, now has opened the first page of a textbook, tutorial, which brought a hundred years ago from Russia, and now bedtime reading words fykayu, grykayu, vykayu. And rzhu. Very funny to hear a proper French pronunciation. It looks like a windfall, through which I could hardly tear. It turns out heavy and awkward. Sometimes very Online Time. But, without exaggeration, it is impossible - to develop articulation. Along the way, do pometochki: I do not have enough of an audio disc, which is attached to the book, I would like to have a whole lists of words, listen to them every day, to repeat myself. When I taught Italian, I am such a list did itself with the help of a dictionary with Audio - record enormously long audio files and listen to every day on the player. It is also very lacking in the structuring of the textbook, although it self, but: Information served very dosage: few rules, a bit of pronunciation, a few words, I do not like it. Without additional supporting material I can not do, but so far I'm afraid to go in the book: it ends with what ended with the Italian - on the shelf at me now 14 different books to learn Italian language и еще как минимум пять я оставила в России, 2 типа аудио-курсов, 3 программки для изучения, и словарь Garzanti, а так же аудио-книги, комиксы, бумажные словари и еще lot . Learning a new (and long-awaited!) Language gives me very special emotion. Returned to the sensations that I experienced when only began to learn Italian: admiration melodic level auditory perception. While I do not understand the language does not distinguish words, but I hear only the rhythm and pauses, intonation and dynamics - the language for me is the musical fabric. I mean magic. Any piece of music can be taken at least two ways: - To hear his heart or read, read the information contained in the product. But if the music is unique, an idea that is unique, the language - it's more versatile tool, and learning to read the meaning of words, and not just hear a combination of vowels and consonants, it is impossible to abstract of meaning. Contents largely overshadowed the form below. And the magic is suddenly skillful work magician, and no going back. As happened with the Italian. This language will always remain for me the most beautiful and easy to pronounce, speaking on which I savor the words and intonations, but sometimes I regret to think, what ever I can no longer be able to hear it "from outside". Likewise, I worry that will never be able to realize the beauty and charm of the Russian. So while I enjoy obscure French songs and lyrics. On the other hand was too sore for me thirsty. Each time, after finishing a lesson, it's difficult to stop, I want more, more: how to pronounce a particular word, how to say some words, why there is this letter about what is sung in some lyrics and so on, to infinity. It is impatient to win even perfectionism: no more stamping in one spot, dokapyvayas to detail, and teach the way you want, by all means in every class by adding a new mother, whether it be words, grammar or simply honing the simplest phrases.
Forward, forward to my long-awaited goal. :)

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Don't be perfect, be yourself

Yesterday cineastabo tossed a link to wonderful post on perfectionism . There are interesting thoughts about prokrastinatsiyu and internal opposition mistakes of others and above all - their own. I too continue to discover a new facets of this "wonderful" qualities.
Just yesterday mocked because of perfectionism with a good friend. Because of the garbage, in fact. He asked me the lightest task, I had no doubt that will perform. As a result, has made little mistake in the beginning, because of what all flew to the nines. I was shocked, but so long and could not aloud to plead guilty, ashamed and uncomfortable, what I did I know of an error in the subject (and I tried!), so the remark responded sharply. This is despite the fact that I do not take criticism well, love learning and the brain already know what to make mistakes - it is so humanly, that we are not perfect, that if you have time to remake - this is just a way to make all the better. Mostly I exploded because of his position, because, as he put his claim. The words "wine" and "Error" is my box. On any language. One careless tone, and I came out of yourself. What to do - he is also a perfectionist. And like any perfectionist, he likes to whip up, making fly into an elephant. What happens in another perfectionist almost nerves breakdown. When two perfectionist, one of which is not worth the hierarchy over the other, it turns out the explosion, since none of them is on assignment. I almost did not send the first man swear words because of the bullshit! As a result, we swore, has not yet emerged on the topic of my past and while he did not admit that I tried, but still "poorly done its job." And what is actually nothing wrong did not happen. After that I repeated several times out loud - "I made a mistake the next time corrected" with difficulty forcing his voice does not tremble. Temporary relief ... We have long understood, reconciled, all rebuilt, but at the mere mention of these words me shakes as if from me at this point depended Life on Earth, and I'm all failed. I can admit that I did not have enough attention and some knowledge of where to qualitatively carry out the task, but I can not accept the fact that passed the job, thinking that everything was perfect, and suddenly so shamefully wrong! And other people noticed it and took to heart. Straight knife my heart is. And with prokrastinatsiey I am struggling with the work that simply can not delay, as it relates to the human factor as well as the time factor, which is flowing out - the best medicine has not yet been found.
In the post has a link to a book about perfectionism, written by two psychologists When Perfect Isn't Good Enough: Strategies for Coping With Perfectionism . I think I'll order it because it continues to believe that perfectionism - it's horrible of my problems.

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Saturday cocktail

How cool sometimes do not know where and how to end your day. Morning, I quietly started in Milan and is now sitting on a windowsill in an apartment full of Romans-kartingistov (Leo, you hello!) In the center Desenzano (!) And drink beer! Come, say, a couple of hours to see the race. To persuade me to stay the night in an apartment with this crazy company J. it was enough to buy me a toothbrush, pajamas, clean underwear and socks ... (Considering that tomorrow I get up at 6 am and the train just to work it was necessary to take at would have mascara, gee :-)). The apartment is the epitome of my dreams, a small, but two-bedroom with a huge bathroom, a cozy little loft and low window in the living room, overlooking one of the main streets in the center ... Hmmm ... Cidela I here at the windowsill for hours with a book and a mug of tea. Listen to the Romans, and feel that evening will end is far after midnight ... world dude! Viva la Roma! Viva la gioventù e spontaneità! :-)

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Did Not Baby Dance On Ovulation Day

la_luminella @ 2011-02-06T19: 49:00

We made our long-held dream: to buy Home Cinema 5.1 Dolby Surround.
last night tried watching "The Last Samurai": a complete sense of presence, and seemed to hear showered petals of cherry blossoms, in the distance and thunder outside the window noise of rain. Delight! (How little I need to have fun). Well, that did not occur to see him before, on a computer, much would have lost. Movies insanely beautiful and soulful, now a long time before going to the cinema every byaku better to seek out Lord of the Rings, Avatar, 300, etc., nothing is better has not yet been invented. Then I got out of the bag old harddisk, which kicked off its entire computer scrub before moving to Italy, and half the night digging in music folders. If anything, and can pull out into the light of my most dusty memories, it will be music. I thought I had left behind his past, something was erased forever, but something has been forgotten, complained to his memory, worried that if this goes on, then I will have nothing to tell our grandchildren, and memories that's where all the hidden - in a black plastic box. With each song is connected so much emotion. Photos do not work for me so much as heard by once the melody. Album Snoop Doggy Dog - and before his eyes in 1995, the return of his brother from America, the first time in my hand CD, we dive into the cold sea of the June, watch the sunset with an abandoned tower and look forward to "green light", which according to legend, must appear with the last glow of the sun shrunken into the sea. BT album "ESCM" (FLAMING JUNE, yeah!) - Is hot, windless summer of 1998, more neprivykla to a new home, learning a new coast, wearing T-shirts and ripped jeans brother, everything is just beginning ... night in nature and I'm madly in love. "Guests from the Future" - that voice is associated with winter, with puffy drifts and blizzards, with his beloved friend who is always there (bake pechenyushki, heh!), a chapter from my past, long conversations on the souls ... and Russian music in general - is another story. Three ogromennyh folders Russian performers, among which Lube, Tattoos, Animals, Meladze, Nautilus, Mummy Troll, Savicheva Zemfira - (end of grade 9, eh), I once heard them ad nauseam, and now every song it seems so dear, so poignant, I want to listen and pereslushivat. Soundtrack Matrix and Fight Club - summer spent in a purple car and a solid night streetracing. ATB "Ecstasy" - Peter is a crucial moment in my perception of the global world. Ariya, Dream Teather, Tiesto, Armin - a diploma this summer before leaving, the last days before flying to a foreign land, my travel alone out of the city by car. I sat in stunned silence, the sound carries in the Cosmos ... It seems to me that I had pulled a gag out of his ears, reinforced the perception of time in tridtsat.Chetyre , I listen to music through the laptop, with headphones or through the player, it certainly creates an emotional background, but now I really hear what each (kazhdyy!) individual sound volume gains, each audio track is the development, plays a special role, the ear catches indistinguishable in vibrating bass player ... And a separate track turns into a story in the novel, not in the movie ... In Film 3D. It's full of ecstasy. Fully tapped the album John Serrie "Spirit Keepers" - treatment of native american indians (May, you gotta hear this enveloping all sides benefit!) valyalyus on the couch with his eyes closed in darkness ... what it was the year? It seems that 2002, 2003 ... How many sleepless ночей было проведено под эту музыку, не хватает только свечей. Одна яркая картина-воспоминание сменяет другую, следуя неведомой мне логике, я вижу все внутри itself, if it were yesterday, even the smallest detail, down to the very same emotions ... Magic, and only.
yesterday night was so warm when I woke up from memory, then went on teraasu and gasped - for me, plain as daylight all in lights, fog or clouds! There is literally joined the reality (Plain in the lights can not see the music from the past), so let it be ... let it be Garland Jeffreys - Hospital Blues, guitar and voice, will have nothing else. Blues tightly linked to local in the evenings, thanks to neighbors, the English, which I did not just come out to listen to the terrace. Another great track that is suitable for the place and mood - Amos Lee "Arms of a Woman". Appeasement ... Next, I will include Coldplay, a little later - some album Ben Webster ... moved back into the living room, so yes, and I fall asleep to music. Open my eyes in bed, contemplating the perfect morning: Sunday, silence, sun, smell the coffee ... Then the charge, (I give myself will listen to trance in full sound and note that the energy in the body increases in proportion to the volume bass), jogging on Selkov road past the church, houses, and fits perfectly into the landscape of haystacks and the sheep. Cold Air breaks the lungs. But the sun rises higher, gradually getting warmer. At noon it was already so warm that hanging laundry, I stripped down to T-shirts. Then he fed the cat and looked at the Alps and the plain, which today could be seen all over, nakolko allows the eye ... Movies, music, light lunch in pleasant company ... what a wonderful, unexpected, had fallen out of everyday day. And tomorrow? Tomorrow is waiting for me stone forest of the big city, and, quite possibly, that I for a week will not go back on this carefree island of absolute peace and universal harmony.