Monday, December 07, 2009
Šiaip
Pasidariau visiška miegapelė/meška hibernacijoje. Nieko taip netrokštu, kaip miego. Visos bent kiek įdomesnės mintys, dažniausiai kylančios ryte, vakarop jau būna saugiai išsislapsčiusios ir sapnuoja devintus sapnus. Vienintelis dalykas, kurį dar šiaip ne taip padarau - istorijų apie meškas vertimas ir, aišku, įvairiausio meno paieškos.
Poem of the Week
Living by Harold Monro
Slow bleak awakening from the morning dream
Brings me in contact with the sudden day.
I am alive – this I.
I let my fingers move along my body.
Realization warns them, and my nerves
Prepare their rapid messages and signals.
While Memory begins recording, coding,
Repeating; all the time Imagination
Mutters: You'll only die.
Here's a new day. O Pendulum move slowly!
My usual clothes are waiting on their peg.
I am alive – this I.
And in a moment Habit, like a crane,
Will bow its neck and dip its pulleyed cable,
Gathering me, my body, and our garment,
And swing me forth, oblivious of my question,
Into the daylight – why?
I think of all the others who awaken,
And wonder if they go to meet the morning
More valiantly than I;
Nor asking of this Day they will be living:
What have I done that I should be alive?
O, can I not forget that I am living?
How shall I reconcile the two conditions:
Living, and yet – to die?
Between the curtains the autumnal sunlight
With lean and yellow finger points me out;
The clock moans: Why? Why? Why?
But suddenly, as if without a reason,
Heart, Brain, and Body, and Imagination
All gather in tumultuous joy together,
Running like children down the path of morning
To fields where they can play without a quarrel:
A country I'd forgotten, but remember,
And welcome with a cry.
O cool glad pasture; living tree, tall corn,
Great cliff, or languid sloping sand, cold sea,
Waves; rivers curving; you, eternal flowers,
Give me content, while I can think of you:
Give me your living breath!
Back to your rampart, Death.
Bear tracks ended at the hut
There once was a man who walked into the woods to shoot a bear. So he found a bear track and followed it all the way up to the hut. There did the trail end. He went into the hut, and there sat an old Sami, picking the meat from his teeth. Then the hunter said:
- I was following a bear tracks here, but strangely enough, it finished here.
The old sami replied:
- Wait until tomorrow, then you'll get a taste of bears meat.
Hunter guessed that sami was a witcher. Perhaps it was the old man himself who had been a bear and just turned to the man again. Hunter said goodbye and walked a good distance from the hut. He loaded his gun with a silver bullet. It is the only one that can do harm to the enchanted bears.
When some time has passed a big bear run in the hunter's trail. It flew on the sweater on the stump believing that it was the hunter himself, and began to rip and tear it apart. When the hunter shot, bullet slammed into the bear and he fell. Just before he died, said the bear:
- Had I known this I would not have said anything.
Hunter skinned the bear. Under the fur bear had both belt, knife and a leather bag with birch bark and tinder box.
- I was following a bear tracks here, but strangely enough, it finished here.
The old sami replied:
- Wait until tomorrow, then you'll get a taste of bears meat.
Hunter guessed that sami was a witcher. Perhaps it was the old man himself who had been a bear and just turned to the man again. Hunter said goodbye and walked a good distance from the hut. He loaded his gun with a silver bullet. It is the only one that can do harm to the enchanted bears.When some time has passed a big bear run in the hunter's trail. It flew on the sweater on the stump believing that it was the hunter himself, and began to rip and tear it apart. When the hunter shot, bullet slammed into the bear and he fell. Just before he died, said the bear:
- Had I known this I would not have said anything.
Hunter skinned the bear. Under the fur bear had both belt, knife and a leather bag with birch bark and tinder box.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Dry Valleys, Antarctica
The McMurdo Dry Valleys are a row of valleys west of McMurdo Sound, Antarctica, so named because of their extremely low humidity and lack of snow and ice cover. Photosynthetic bacteria have been found living in the relatively moist interior of rocks. Scientists consider the Dry Valleys to be the closest of any terrestrial environment to Mars.
With its 14 spectral bands from the visible to the thermal infrared wavelength region and its high spatial resolution of about 50 to 300 feet, ASTER images Earth to map and monitor the changing surface of our planet. ASTER is one of five Earth-observing instruments launched Dec. 18, 1999, on NASA's Terra satellite. The instrument was built by Japan's Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry. A joint U.S./Japan science team is responsible for validation and calibration of the instrument and the data products.
The broad spectral coverage and high spectral resolution of ASTER provides scientists with critical information for surface mapping and monitoring of dynamic conditions and temporal change.
Image Credit: NASA/GSFC/METI/ERSDAC/JAROS, and U.S./Japan ASTER Science Team
A hairy strap
There was a farmer who had a Sami boy servant. One day when they were mowing hay on a bog there came a flock of horses. One of the horses was unusually beautiful and very bold. Servant boy pointed to the horse and mentioned that it would taste good to eat it.
Farmer thought it was strange and became suspicious. For this happened in the days when people did not eat horse meat. The farmer had heard of magic Samis used so they could transform themselves into a bears. These bears, which were called the ghost bears were most dangerous bears.
That night the farmer kept himself awake. Then he saw the boy sneaking out of bed and taking out a hairy strap, which was tied into a ring. Servant boy crawled head first through the strap and at that moment his head turned to a bear's head. He crawled through the strap a second time and then he was hairy like a bear down to the waist. As for the third time he crawled through the belt, he turned fully to bear, and then he ran into the woods.
Toward morning he came back and crawled through the strap, but now on the feet. When he crept three times, he became human again. Then he crawled into bed and fell asleep.
When the boy had fallen asleep farmer took the strap and burned it. Now the boy could never again turn into a ghost bear.
Then the next day saw they the flock of horses, but the most beautiful animal was missing.
Farmer thought it was strange and became suspicious. For this happened in the days when people did not eat horse meat. The farmer had heard of magic Samis used so they could transform themselves into a bears. These bears, which were called the ghost bears were most dangerous bears.
That night the farmer kept himself awake. Then he saw the boy sneaking out of bed and taking out a hairy strap, which was tied into a ring. Servant boy crawled head first through the strap and at that moment his head turned to a bear's head. He crawled through the strap a second time and then he was hairy like a bear down to the waist. As for the third time he crawled through the belt, he turned fully to bear, and then he ran into the woods.
Toward morning he came back and crawled through the strap, but now on the feet. When he crept three times, he became human again. Then he crawled into bed and fell asleep.
When the boy had fallen asleep farmer took the strap and burned it. Now the boy could never again turn into a ghost bear.
Then the next day saw they the flock of horses, but the most beautiful animal was missing.
Friday, December 04, 2009
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