In Two Concepts of Liberty Isiah Berlin makes some very interesting points. One especially touched me.

He says that the world we are faced with, is such, that we are confronted with choices between equally highest goals and equally highest demands. That obtaining one inevitably leads to sacrificing another. Also, that this is exactly why people value freedom of choice.

[Freestyle translation:] “If we had the assurance that a perfect state could be created on Earth, where none of the purposes would ever get into conflict, the necessity and agony of choice would disappear, and with that also the central importance in freedom of choice.” If we didn’t have to make choices between painful things that are of equal importance to us, then freedom of choice is meaningless.

However, Freud said that it’s not in the design of a human (or was it the world?) that we could be happy all the time. One can be miserable for years, but not happy.

If we accept Berlin’s passage as true, and it does make sense, then a reason for the design by Freud is revealed. We can’t have everything and that’s what makes us sad. Kinda makes me feel like a spoiled 2 year old kid. It puts sadness in a whole new perspective.

You know the feeling you get, when you look at the eyes of someone you care about, knowing this is the last time you’ll ever see them? It feels like there’s Mont Blanc resting on your chest and a tennis ball in your throat. … At least you get fair warning… It must be worse when it just sneaks up on you. Somebody dying, I mean. Just like that…

It’s really easy to die. Plenty of ways, most availible every second. Hanging, getting hit by a car, a train, overdosing on sleeping pills, breaking your neck in a shallow pool, smashing your head on a sidewalk, jumping off from a skyscapper, cutting your veins… Most people don’t want to die though. Clinging to life with every bit of strength there is… Death scares us.

Donne wrote: “Death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; [...]“ It is one of my favourite poems, if not my absolute favourite. One of the Holy Sonnets. “Death be not proud…”

Heath Ledger died. He acted in one of my favourite movies, 10 Things I Hate About You. Girly of me. It’s weird, he wasn’t that old. My sister told me over lunch… Is death something you casually drop in over lunch?

Exactly what the title says. :) Some nifty findings of the past few days.

Firstly, I’m always pulling my hair by accident. Either with my backback, bag, they get stuck in the zippers of cardigans and jackets or they just pull themselves when I sit. -.- I have found that a plait solves all that. -.- Yeah, yeah, I know… Better late than never.

Secondly, if I pull my fingers along my blue thermo-velour blanket with snowflakes in the dark, you can see sparks! Static electricity… Wiiiii! XD

My cousin said, about kicking me: “I have steel toed boots and yours are old! -.-“
My classmate about a teacher: “She reminds me of moss.”

A cruel passage of school life from this week. The teacher was talking about us going on to the Cold War subject and that it’s… (This is where a girl jumps in.) “Lame, annoying, ugly!” … The teacher in his usual manner: “Is that what you say when you look in the mirror in the morning?” Ouch.

And what’s with the whole “leather politics” in Orto? Why can you go upstairs with a leather jacket, but not with something else? -.- Seriously, I’m curious, what’s it about? And when did it become political? We got Mlada Slovenija bracelets. I think they sponsored the event… I mean… What? o.0 This is beyond me.
Also, the security guards were mean as usual, not good for people with a short fuse. Blonde anyone?
Morannon were great though! Congrads! Hihihi… I finally made it to their gig. :) Took a while. We didn’t see much of Aperion, as my cousin had a lot to do for school still… I feel a bit guilty for dragging Amaya along though, she’s sick now. :(

Also, I’d like spring much more if it weren’t for all the mud. It’s pretty though, I missed sunshine. The Kamniško-Savinjske Alpe (Alps) are beautiful in the morning, when the sun is rising. :) and in the evening, when it’s setting… Ah. *sigh*

“Jojmene.” :p

I woke up this morning and went on a quest to find a notebook. Not just any notebook, but a special one. The one that had my favourite cookie recipe hidden inside. It has been missing for quite some time and I suspected I must have put it somewhere, where I’ll be sure to find it.

One messed up room later I gave up. A trip to the pantry revealed that all the Dr. Oetker baking soda bags have useless recipes on them… Meaning, not the one I was looking for. (The original recipe came from the back of a Dr. Oetker baking soda bag.) Same story with vanilla sugar.

I went back to my room, hoping that someone took the time of putting the recipe online. I had no success… And then! Revelation! I vaguely remembered something old, that looked like a recipe, living on the fridge. It was there! It was there! And it was the first time I was thankful my grandma is such a hamster and never throws anything away.

I couldn’t sleep last night so I made a new banner. Then I had to revamp the layout cause I wanted to show it off. ;p

It looks kinda nifty, I think. :) Very… limey.

As every year around New Year’s, recollections of the past 356 days are very trendy. I don’t feel up for a contemplation deep enough to do it justice, so I won’t bother.

However, New Years comes tied together with a lot of things. Some of them enjoyable, most not that much. The one thing I really hate about New Year’s, that I forget about every year, are fire-crackers. I am terrified of those things, I hate the bangs, I hate the bams and the bum’s. Bljah. Where’s the appeal in blowing up a trash can? Seriously, if you know, tell me.