Coffe kills!

• I won't bother translating, but in Split a girl's autopsy showed she died of caffeine overdose. LINK
• Interestingly enough "caffeine" can sound very similar to "coffin" if it is not used (pronounced) skilfully.
• Is this kind of death more likely than from overdose of Love? Who knows...

El laberinto del fauno

I highly recommend this movie, because the simple, momentarily cute plot is also packed with layers and layers of really deep metaphors and messages.

(If you are not jet convinced, check more info on IMDB.)

1. Here is my wording of the most important message from the movie: "The only way to get to your kingdom of heaven is by not spilling the blood of the innocent."
2. I wonder if organisations "fighting for the righteous cause" like this movie?

Confused confusion.

• Mixed thoughts
• try to unknot feelings
• of bittersweet chocolate.

Škrnatarica saddle

• This is the first post of my mountain category in which I will describe my mountain adventures. If you feel adventurous enough to come along, keep reading...
• To describe today's "expedition" I am going to use the following statement: "It was wild, untouched, wet and exciting mountain skiing trip". ( no ski lifts!)

• I was abruptly awoken at a ridiculous hour: 4:45. After getting the grasp with reality of what I was actually doing I got dressed and tanked some fuel ( whenever I do sports I define food as fuel). Marko soon called that he is going to be a bit late, so I got back in bed and just when I was about to fall asleep again, he called that he is ready to pick me up. Half sleeping I walked to the randevouz point pack my stuff into the Car (rusty 12 year old renault 5 with broken bearings) and the adventure began. After seeing Marko drive this Car you would understand why it is such an important part of the ordeal.
• After some chilly riding there (not surprisingly, car heating didn't work...) we ignored the road closed sign in Mojstrana, drove past Peričnik inn and parked the car under a big, empty rock avalanche path. After a fotosession (whenever I am bored or without breath on my trips, I take a "fotosession" time and make some photos and get some air into my lungs...) we started walking a few minutes to seven. I don't really care how many, because mountains aren't about racing, anyway. At first there was no sight of snow so Marko teased me about it for a while. We made good progress and it took me almost half an hour to get lost for the first time. Shit happens, sometimes shortcuts tend to end this way:

• after some "warming up" walking through bushes and some mild rock climbing, we were on the right track again... until, after taking some pictures of Triglav:

• ...I again decided it was time for another shortcut, so we were grinding our knees up an impossibly steep slope for about fifteen minutes, through the forest.

• And our efforts were not in vein, because we found the correct path again. The only problem was that it was covered in at least half a meter of soft snow and there were no footsteps made. I took my time and did my fair share of swearing, because I knew how damn hard it is to get anywhere in such snow conditions. But we continued anyway, and after a short crossing, we found some "old" footsteps. Sadly, after following them for ten steps, it became harder as twister, because this guy was obviously at least nuts. We agreed that we should cut his nuts off if we meet him ( its a mountain thing...), and soon started digging our own steeps into the slope. Which doesn't sound hard if you read it like this, but trust me when the sun shines full throttle in your back and when every time you put your boot in the snow it sinks at least to the knee.. it gets really hard. And the fact that the snow was rather wet didn't help either, because I was soon soaked up to my knees.

• The snow soon got even deeper, so I "invented" a word describing getting sunk in snow to the depth of your testicles. And since it is purely phonetic, it can also be universally used: AJEIS (when you fall you jell aj and when the critical part of the body touches the snow you say eis).

• Anyway without any further description of the pain, suffering, swearing, excessive sweating and climbing in skiing boots (these are the things you want to as soon as possible), lets skip to the part when at something over eleven we arrived to the saddle between Škrnatarica (this picture)
  

• ... and Kukova Špica:

• After a short fuel break, we started skiing. The upper half of the slope was almost perfect. I can easily claim that no skiing resort can compare to it. But the real deal, began on the second half of the descent. Firstly, I decided that taking a shortcut couldn't possibly be as bad as doing that during walking. Well, that's far from the truth because we soon found ourselves climbing down a ten meter, nearly vertical cliff grabbing only pines.

• After getting out of this one it only took us some grass walking with the ski still on and some serious slipping through a partially snow covered steep forest to get to the empty riverbed, that lead us back to the car.

• I still regret the fact that we didn't have time for the traditional beer, which follows every successful mountain adventure, but the fact that we can always overcompensate that the next time comforts me greatly.
• I can't explain if all the pain, risks and walking up just to get down, makes any sense, but hell, I want more.

• I will add some photos and movies when I get them from Marko.

The Doha Debates

• Yesterday I had a five minutes TV break and while channel surfing I saw an interesting show on BBC World. It was the Doha Debates and they were debating on the motion: 'This House believes the face veil is a barrier to integration in the West', and I thought I have heard some quality debating in the past, but these debaters and their speeches just blew me away.
• Anyway I looked up their Internet site, that has all the videos and transcripts of past debates, and I really recommend you watch it if you are interested in some high quality debating and middle east issues.
• I strongly recommend you take a look: The Doha Debates.
• Will Slovenia ever have shows on this level?

Why can't sex be like runing?

After doing it for the second time this year, (make no mistakes, I am talking about running!) I am tired. Pleasantly tired... so I wonder why didn't "mother nature" make sex more like running? I am going to try and convince her (mother nature!) with my reasons why sex should be like running:

• you don't need foreplay, you just put your snickers on and you are off,
• you don't need a partner who needs satisfying. If she gets tired or is unwilling you just leave her behind. (and no solo sex is not sex!)
• society accepts the fact that you do it in groups or even with persons of same sex
• it is unlikely that your partner will hurt or infect you
• if you don't use protective gear, the group of runners doesn't accidentally increase in nine months.
• you can wear white socks throughout the activity
• and...
• 

I know these reasons don't necessarily make much sense, but I don't care I am finally high (running high) again!

EMO poetry

• Cute suffering puppy
• howls into endless darkness,
• lost among stars.

I'd rather be kicked in the nuts...

or how I started running again. After completing "tek trojk" last year I ran exactly 0 = zero, kilometers. But because the earth almost completed its steady jog around the sun, it is time to start training for the traditional event again. So I did exactly that on this gloriously warm and sunny day. And I won't go into detail on the pain chapter but, lets just say that it obviously takes time and a few trainings to achieve runners high. So to keep my lazy ass returning to the woods of Golovec here are my reasons why running is actually good for me:

• It is healthy ( I know this is severely contradictory with The Pain, but hey doctors are usually right, right?)
• I get to enjoy nature in all of its forms ( did I mention that young female homo sapiens are in healthy numbers in the woods of Golovec)
• Spill over effects are very diverse ( getting more work done afterwards, having the energy to write this...)
• I get to brag about it.

So for all these reasons will someone please help me deal with the pain. - By that I don't mean that you should kick me in the n..s but join me!

Warmth

Since my love (previous post!) is still cuddling with my brain, here is another moment of inspiration:

• My warm hands

• embrace idea of future

• lacking arctic sheet.

I love her!

• After years of pain and passiveness I finally met my true love.
• She is dark, rich and can keep me busy for a long time.
• I feel we will be together forever and ever, unless I find one that is even more enlightening.

• This coffee plunges into the stomach...the mind is aroused, and ideas pour forth like the battalions of the Grand Army on the field of battle.... Memories charge at full gallop...the light cavalry of comparisons deploys itself magnificently; the artillery of logic hurry in with their train of ammunition; flashes of wit pop up like sharp-shooters. - Honore de Balzac