pek

so yes.
big success for me on this
spectacular monday -
just created first poster,
that i actually like how it looks.


in other words -
you are all kindly invited to join Pekino this sunday, at the evening
of Easter.

yes, we start later, and from now on Pekino will start@20:30.

BUT.
as it is Easter, the day of all the eggs and bunnies in the whole wide world,
all of the people interested are invited to join us before Pekino
(at something around 19:00 ) to share
and do some of "traditional Easter crap" with eggs and bunnies.

we'll roll, we'll bash, we'll colour, we'll eat and we'll compare them.

come come, wherever you are!

cheers and all the love in the world.
me again.
Ieva.

huh

one big week had finished.
lots of new experiences, lots
of new knowledge and stuff and stuff,
and of course, excitment about my first done
part of "Solar Pulse" gig which will happen
on 2nd of April...
if only for the people...

ehh, people (in general), you amaze me with everyday
even more.
huh.

anyways, i'm still alive, still writing
my "deeper insight of ievas issues" blog (http://klab.lv/users/sqaaa/),
and very waiting for easter present package
back from Latvia to come here.

if it comes on time, you are all invited to join us
on easter sunday, on next "Pekino" to enjoy
next package of "this is what we eat in Latvia".

Another good but hard day

25. marec 2010, 1.24 in the night

I am tired. But it was a great day. Full.

In the morning, we went to Tehniška šola to repair bikes within Maribajk project. Paul, Ieva, Kaja and me. And Indijanez truck. It was cool mini-trip. I couldn't start the car because the battery was fucked. But finally, it was working. We made nice interaction with some of students of that school during repairing bikes. Then, we wanted to go back but the car didn't start again. So, we had to push it a bit. Eventually, one of the students managed to make the truck running and roaring. Euphoria. He was the hero of the day. I hope he felt the same. It was funny. We were laughing in the sun.

Then, there was a workshop/conference in Gustaf within Den spremembe. I was hanging around, eating bananas, helping, documentating the event and zillion other little things.

And then then, the preparation of concert of Sopot (dub band) started. I did the lights. We had quite much time for preparation. I tried my best. In the beginning of the concert, I was not truly satisfied with my light operating but it was getting better gradually. In the end, I was really enjoying the music, lights, dub.

Now, I am very tired. It was a long day.

And I still listen to the same music. Long time, I haven't heard something that would really struck me. I have wAgAwAgA (some dubstep) but it's not as good as I expected.

Yo and today I was thinking about overdosing by coffee. That could be interesting.

..sometimes, I like to wash the dishes just to make somebody feel bad. Such a bastard I am. So what. It's fun. And I am usefull at least. Washing the dishes is relax, as well. Ah, and I wrote this text. It's an invitation for/exploration of interest in the cycles of photo workshots we are going to start soon. If you are interested (and interesting), write me to dusan@pekarna.org

So here is the text:

--

Hello, this is Dusan from Pekarna // Zdravo, Dušan iz Pekarne tukaj

I am writing not only to you to ask something // Ne pišem samo tebi, da ti hočem nekaj vprašat

Do you know someone who would be or are you - interested (and interesting:) in photographing? Doing it, talking about it and sharing our experience. Together // Skupaj. Fotkat.

"Yes" is the greatest answer. Because we (dusan & daniela) are preparing the cycle of photo workshots. One session every week. It will be done in our special (lame) way which means lot of improvisation, lot of fun (hhahaha) and hopefully improvement of our photo skills and abilities. // "Da" je najboljšji odgovor. Ker midva (dušan & daniela) pripravljava ciklus foto workshotev. Ena session vsak teden. To bomo delali v našem specialnem (grdem) načinu - tako veliko improvizacije, veliko zabave (hehehhe) in upamo da napredek v naših slikarskih skilleh (sposobnostih).

We haven't decided about the date of the beginning and which day and hour of a week we will meet, yet. That's also why we communicate with potential participants in advance. When would it suit to other people. We are flexible. And if you have any idea about the name of this "thing", bring it on. We want to have a cool name. Nothing stupid like "hočemo fotkat boljšje". // Nismo se še zmenili o datumu začetka in kateri dan in uro tedna se bomo srečali. Ampak to je tudi razlog za kaj komuniciramo s potencialnimi udeleženci. Smo flexibilni, hočemo vedet kdaj je to okej za druge.. Tudi - če mate idejo za boljše ime te stvari, napišite nam. Želimo imeti nekakšno kul ime. Ne sranje ko "hočemo fotkat boljše".

keywords: experiment, "no limit", "everything is possible", "no budget", "nared si sam/a", fotkič, luč, sharing

Hvala za obisk // Thanks for your time and spread the word

dušan & daniela

--

Monolog with friend

me: You there?
Sent at 20:45 on Monday

me: I have very often weird feeling about almost all the things we are doing in Pekarna (we - "young generation") that it is not really so good because almost none of us is formally educated in what we are doing. And that we are just amateurs who have opportunity to do something. We have equpment, space, possibliities
And that maybe it is stopping me and I guess I have low self-esteem in this "professional" level.
I am very critical, I became very critical here.
Because I feel that I can't do, I can't afford or I would never dare to do such things in Stanica. Because Stanica is just too good. And I am not in her qualitative "league" (yet, if ever).
That's maybe the issue I like here.
Sent at 20:49 on Monday

me: But if I think little bit more about this too big respect/fear to do something, maybe I should also bear in mynd that many great things started like this - in amateur way, in amateur conditions, with weak planning, some good things grew just from big enthusiasm.
And their founders didn't know much in the beginning but by doing it, they grow and they learnt so much until they get to the point like maybe Stanica now - that other people in the field started to respect them/us. But it takes years
And I am not secure.
I have fears about myself, my abilities and potentials.
This is what bugs my mind.
Sent at 20:52 on Monday

me: I am impressed by Tadej's will to do some exhibitions and so on. But on the other hand, I am thinking secretly in my head that it is not good enough what he is doing. But his fucking energy... is there. And by the years, he will learn and maybe move to totally different level.
I hope it works like this.
I hope we will not stuck in beginner's enthusiasm
Sent at 20:54 on Monday

me: This is maybe the most accurate description of what I am thinking in my mind about my work ever. So far.
And if I compare my work to professionals, I feel really small.

I need to educate myself. So much more

yeast invasion! jar emergency!

Hey people!
The other day, at Zeko trip, we mixed some flour and water to make some glu for the mask. But we didn't use it, and I recycled it into yeast (you know, the thing that makes bread rise). As I had already attempted this a few times, without success, I didn't expect much from this one. But it turned out to be more than fine: it's damn powerful! The most rubbery, bubbly, active yeast I ever made. I could make bread for the whole town now. I have 6 half-full jars already, and if it works well, quantities will double everyday.


- Wait, what's that noise...
(bubbling sound in the back)

- What? I didn't hear anything?.
(silence)

Well, mmmh. Anyway I could just throw lots of it but it would be a waste. So I'm looking for jars, big jars, many big jars so I can store the ever growing yeast!

(louder bubbling sound)

- Hey, what the f....!
- Oh my god! It's alive!
- Aaaaaaargh it's got my leg. Run, Sandy! Go get some help!
- But what about you, John?!!!
- It's too late for me, Sandy, but you are still young! Run while you can!
- I will never forget you John
- I love you Sandy...
- Oh! John...

(sunset on the beach)

John dies. The Monster Yeast slowly eats him, starting from the left foot. Sandy runs slow-motion on the beach, with her tits showing off through her wet white shirt and her blonde hair dancing in the wind.
Will she managed to reach the camp and warn everyone about the Monster Yeast?

But my point is, I need jars. So if you have any, please bring them to Pekarna. Thanks.
P.

just clean it

whole morning spent thinking about trash, and also diving in glorious piles of dirt left by youngsters, that visit "Pekarna".

never thought that someone should clean it.
and that this special someone one day would be me.

and it's such a pitty, because they think the same.