In need.
- Listen Diana, - Wendy was to serious, and Diana stood still, silent, - I'm going for my new job, and I want you to make a dinner by yourself.
- But mom, you didn't tell me that you got a job.
- Yes I know that. I just wanted to be sure in it before telling about it. - Wendy paused for a moment. - Your father should be back in four month, he is working hard right now, and I don't want just sit here.
- So you didn't accept uncle Martin's job offer, and you've decided to find one by yourself. - Diana was not screaming, but her voice was a little bit higher than usual.
- Don't be angry, you perfectly know that I can't stand loud noise, so I've chosen a nice, quiet job for me. You'll never guess what is it.
- I'm so exited, - teased her Diana, - If you want you can tell me. But it will make no difference, uncle Martin will be upset because of you.
- Alright, - give up Wendy, - I'll tell you. I will be a potato. And I even got a costume. Look here. - She pulled Diana by her hand to the wardrobe.
It was huge. Diana was shocked by this so called costume. Almost two meters hight potato with black holes for nostrils and mouth.
- And what are you supposed to do in such a construction? - asked Diana.
- I'll be a salesman assistant, client attraction, advertisement and so on. - Wendy's voice now was less sure, and her daughter noticed it.
- Mom. Me and uncle Martin will clean that cabinet for you anyway. So if you like to work there, we will be glad to see you. Or you can wear this ridiculous potato suit, orange suit or you even can try a watermelon suit. I don't care.
- You don't understand, - said Wendy, - I must wear this suit, because without it, I'm nobody. You just can not be fried potato symbol in your ordinary attire, you must wear it.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Social Talk. Text 57
Vise choice, I guess.
- You won't believe it! - shouted Stephanie, when Wendy opened a door.
- What is it? - she asked calmly.
- Listen. I woke up today, and drink a glass of vine, as usual before breakfast. And then something happened. That glass, which I just placed at the table, spoke to me, it said:
- Pour me some more my dear.
- Hah? - said Wendy with questioning notes in her voice.
- Like I said, you don't believe me. But it was just half an hour ago, And I still remember talking to it.
- And what you were talking about? - asked Wendy.
- Listen. It told me that I would need another bottle of vine for a breakfast, because he was thirsty. And guess what, I actually had an intention to buy another one. Do you understand what that means?
- That you are totally crazy. - supposed Wendy.
- No. - cried Stephanie, - I'm already know that. Don't you get it? They mixed something in that bottle. Some kind of drug, so I would became an addict, so I would buy only their stuff.
- So you don't believe that voice was real, do you? - asked Wendy carefully.
- I'm sure it was just a projection of my thoughts caused by that drug in the vine. - summed up Stephanie.
- And what will you do about it? - asked Wendy in hope for the good answer.
- Isn't it obvious? - she was irritated, but replied. - I'll never buy this stuff ever again.
- It's wonderful! - said Wendy with a great relief. - I've been dreaming for this since I met you.
- Are you kidding? - Stephanie was quite confused. - Were you really dreaming that I would change my vine preference to another company? If so, you could just ask.
- You won't believe it! - shouted Stephanie, when Wendy opened a door.
- What is it? - she asked calmly.
- Listen. I woke up today, and drink a glass of vine, as usual before breakfast. And then something happened. That glass, which I just placed at the table, spoke to me, it said:
- Pour me some more my dear.
- Hah? - said Wendy with questioning notes in her voice.
- Like I said, you don't believe me. But it was just half an hour ago, And I still remember talking to it.
- And what you were talking about? - asked Wendy.
- Listen. It told me that I would need another bottle of vine for a breakfast, because he was thirsty. And guess what, I actually had an intention to buy another one. Do you understand what that means?
- That you are totally crazy. - supposed Wendy.
- No. - cried Stephanie, - I'm already know that. Don't you get it? They mixed something in that bottle. Some kind of drug, so I would became an addict, so I would buy only their stuff.
- So you don't believe that voice was real, do you? - asked Wendy carefully.
- I'm sure it was just a projection of my thoughts caused by that drug in the vine. - summed up Stephanie.
- And what will you do about it? - asked Wendy in hope for the good answer.
- Isn't it obvious? - she was irritated, but replied. - I'll never buy this stuff ever again.
- It's wonderful! - said Wendy with a great relief. - I've been dreaming for this since I met you.
- Are you kidding? - Stephanie was quite confused. - Were you really dreaming that I would change my vine preference to another company? If so, you could just ask.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Social Talk. Text 56
Get rid of it.
- Wake up, Diana. - said Wendy through the door. - It's time to sell some stuff.
- But mom, - she replied in a moody voice, - you said that we would start it about ten o'clock.
- I forgot to mention, that we'd need to put out all that rubbish from our basement.
- Stop. - shouted Diana at once. - It's not a rubbish, and if you want to sell stuff, not only get rid of it, you should listen to me, but not to your friend.
Wendy's face got (has) such an expression like she was about to torn in two halves. She told nothing, just left the room with same expression still on her face.
One and a half hour later, Wendy and Stephanie were carrying last items to the yard, where Diana was finishing her preparations for the weekend sale. Like placing some real old stuff in an ancient section table, or like putting tea supplies on the granny sale table. Every item had caption with short description on it and a tag. Prices were quite expensive. But it was good practice to bargain on such yard markets.
Kinda new and good looking items were tied to the real rubbish with label on it reads: Two items by fifty percent discount. For example she placed bright painted tea cup on top of the some burned brick, just in case someone would try to buy it on scales. One dollar for one kilo.
There were also few simple rules on Diana's sale. Like each customer with three or more items, will receive special gift. Or those who'll bring another buyer, will have to pay only half of the cost. And so on.
- Nice try Diana. - said Stephanie calmly. - But you'll never sell anything, or you simply won't have any profit. I can guarantee it.
Diana open her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by a neighbor boy, who was holding some kind of lamp with an airplane model attached to it.
- Do you have any more of them? - said boy with slight shy in his voice.
- Sure we have, - answered Diana quickly. - And we also have unassembled models. Would you like to see it?
Young boy nodded.
After that neither Stephanie, nor Wendy said nothing to her, in order not to interrupt her selling combo.
- Wake up, Diana. - said Wendy through the door. - It's time to sell some stuff.
- But mom, - she replied in a moody voice, - you said that we would start it about ten o'clock.
- I forgot to mention, that we'd need to put out all that rubbish from our basement.
- Stop. - shouted Diana at once. - It's not a rubbish, and if you want to sell stuff, not only get rid of it, you should listen to me, but not to your friend.
Wendy's face got (has) such an expression like she was about to torn in two halves. She told nothing, just left the room with same expression still on her face.
One and a half hour later, Wendy and Stephanie were carrying last items to the yard, where Diana was finishing her preparations for the weekend sale. Like placing some real old stuff in an ancient section table, or like putting tea supplies on the granny sale table. Every item had caption with short description on it and a tag. Prices were quite expensive. But it was good practice to bargain on such yard markets.
Kinda new and good looking items were tied to the real rubbish with label on it reads: Two items by fifty percent discount. For example she placed bright painted tea cup on top of the some burned brick, just in case someone would try to buy it on scales. One dollar for one kilo.
There were also few simple rules on Diana's sale. Like each customer with three or more items, will receive special gift. Or those who'll bring another buyer, will have to pay only half of the cost. And so on.
- Nice try Diana. - said Stephanie calmly. - But you'll never sell anything, or you simply won't have any profit. I can guarantee it.
Diana open her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by a neighbor boy, who was holding some kind of lamp with an airplane model attached to it.
- Do you have any more of them? - said boy with slight shy in his voice.
- Sure we have, - answered Diana quickly. - And we also have unassembled models. Would you like to see it?
Young boy nodded.
After that neither Stephanie, nor Wendy said nothing to her, in order not to interrupt her selling combo.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Social Talk. Text 55
Dream job.
There are a lot of jobs which can make you happy. For example you can be a race driver, if your devotion is racing, or you can be some kind of office manager, but you'll get plenty of free time, beside your duty, for your happiness. Or it can be simply: "Watch this island, this piece of heaven on Earth, and we'll make you rich." But those jobs are for one person only, and there will be no other, who'll receive profit from it, except you.
My job is different. It also makes me happy, but at the same time it can make you happy too. Because my job - is to supply happiness to the people. You can call me happiness assistant, but usually they call me just assistant, because I'll try my best to make you happy.
My rules are simple. One month - one client. All that you can, is send me an email with request, and hope that I'll choose you. And we make no exceptions. Because I'm not God, I can't make whole world happy. Even with one person per day, it will be only tiny town of happy people for my entire life. That's why every year I choose another follower, who'll try to act as I do.
As for myself, I knew exactly what I'll do in next four years. This is tight schedule I must say. I tried to stop doing it, but I can't. It keeps me alive, and there is only one thing that could change it. This is true love, but I didn't find it yet...
Essay by Diana Longster.
Mark: B+
There are a lot of jobs which can make you happy. For example you can be a race driver, if your devotion is racing, or you can be some kind of office manager, but you'll get plenty of free time, beside your duty, for your happiness. Or it can be simply: "Watch this island, this piece of heaven on Earth, and we'll make you rich." But those jobs are for one person only, and there will be no other, who'll receive profit from it, except you.
My job is different. It also makes me happy, but at the same time it can make you happy too. Because my job - is to supply happiness to the people. You can call me happiness assistant, but usually they call me just assistant, because I'll try my best to make you happy.
My rules are simple. One month - one client. All that you can, is send me an email with request, and hope that I'll choose you. And we make no exceptions. Because I'm not God, I can't make whole world happy. Even with one person per day, it will be only tiny town of happy people for my entire life. That's why every year I choose another follower, who'll try to act as I do.
As for myself, I knew exactly what I'll do in next four years. This is tight schedule I must say. I tried to stop doing it, but I can't. It keeps me alive, and there is only one thing that could change it. This is true love, but I didn't find it yet...
Essay by Diana Longster.
Mark: B+
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Social Talk. Text 54
Nice job.
- Can you believe it? He asked me whether I wanted higher salary or not. - Matt's voice was to loud, so even Diana sneak to listen.
- Wendy, I was speechless when he asked me if I would sign a contract. I know that we need money for our debt and for Diana's education, but those contracts are all the same. And Steve is still digging in the Siberia.
Wendy was silent, and Matt continued.
- He insisted that I had to take this contract and show it to you, he also asked if you could read it as yours.
- I'll try. - Wendy replied, taking the papers.
She browsed it for a minute or two, then her eyes have widened , and she shouted.
- Ten month. And they still asking you if you had been thinking about profit. - then she probably moved to the next line, because her eyes became like an owl has.
- Matt, I guess we should discuss it with Diana, because numbers that I saw here are impressive.
Matt nodded.
- You act exactly as I did.
- I've heard everything. - told Diana from behind the conner. - And I also understand this is a chance to improve our life.
- And finally repair a house. - Matt added cheerfully.
- But dad, will you visit us at least once in a month?
- I'll ask them if they could let me go for a day in a month. - Finished Matt.
Next day at the same time he was precisely above Paris.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Social Talk. Text 53
Curious case of basement boasting.
- Dad, there is some man on the phone, he's asking you. - Diana cried as loud as she could.
- I'm in the basement. And I barely hear you. - Mat's voice was echoing through the house, but Diana managed to understand where it's source was.
- Hold on a second. - She told to a man on the phone. - Dad says that he is in a basement. I'll pass him phone in a minute.
- Take your time, - unknown man said, - I'm not in hurry.
In a few seconds Diana was near the basement entrance, which was made as a hole in the storeroom's floor.
- Are you there? - she shouted into the dark passage. - There is one man on the phone, he said he wanted to talk with you. Can you take it?
- I can't at the moment, sorry. Could you ask who is it? - Mat's speech was tense and nervous.
- Hello. Dad is busy at the moment, and he asks who is calling?
- This is Kent, from his work. Can you then tell him: "We will be at the same place at nine. And here I have Stan with me. He says that he'll miss your stake, if you don't come."
Diana was little confused, but she answered as politely as she could.
- I'll try to pass words to him. - then she covered phone with her palm, and screamed into the darkness. - Dad! He asked me to pass some words to you, but could you answer him by yourself?
- Sorry Diana, I'm painting a wall here, and I'm a little bit murky.
- OK then. He said they would be at the same place at nine. And there he has Stan with him. And Stan said that he would miss your stake, if you didn't come.
- Thanks Diana. - Matt said. - Sorry for trouble, but I have one last word. Up there rules have been changed. And we can't go there any more. He'll understand.
- Are you still there? - Diana asked. - He told that rules had been changed up there. And you couldn't go there anymore. He said you would understand. And I can't stand it anymore either, so goodbye.
- Dad, there is some man on the phone, he's asking you. - Diana cried as loud as she could.
- I'm in the basement. And I barely hear you. - Mat's voice was echoing through the house, but Diana managed to understand where it's source was.
- Hold on a second. - She told to a man on the phone. - Dad says that he is in a basement. I'll pass him phone in a minute.
- Take your time, - unknown man said, - I'm not in hurry.
In a few seconds Diana was near the basement entrance, which was made as a hole in the storeroom's floor.
- Are you there? - she shouted into the dark passage. - There is one man on the phone, he said he wanted to talk with you. Can you take it?
- I can't at the moment, sorry. Could you ask who is it? - Mat's speech was tense and nervous.
- Hello. Dad is busy at the moment, and he asks who is calling?
- This is Kent, from his work. Can you then tell him: "We will be at the same place at nine. And here I have Stan with me. He says that he'll miss your stake, if you don't come."
Diana was little confused, but she answered as politely as she could.
- I'll try to pass words to him. - then she covered phone with her palm, and screamed into the darkness. - Dad! He asked me to pass some words to you, but could you answer him by yourself?
- Sorry Diana, I'm painting a wall here, and I'm a little bit murky.
- OK then. He said they would be at the same place at nine. And there he has Stan with him. And Stan said that he would miss your stake, if you didn't come.
- Thanks Diana. - Matt said. - Sorry for trouble, but I have one last word. Up there rules have been changed. And we can't go there any more. He'll understand.
- Are you still there? - Diana asked. - He told that rules had been changed up there. And you couldn't go there anymore. He said you would understand. And I can't stand it anymore either, so goodbye.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Social Talk. Text 52
On-line boutique.
It was another holiday eve. Let's assume it's St. Valentine's Day, but it makes no difference which holiday it is. Because mess is every time pretty the same. People are fussing in any shop you'll enter. The most interesting and surprising presents will disappear at once. Then you can face the traffic problem, and finally, when you'll be too frustrated to search more, you'll find it. A perfect gift...
- Are you sure this place has good reputation? I mean, you just look at the lawn. Why it's not green?
- Ha ha. Funny joke. It is a winter mammy. And I don't care how it looks from outside, while it's great inside.
- Where did you hear about this store Diana dear? - Wendy's voice was a little bit nervous.
- It's my favorite On-line shop, you can upload your body sizes in there and then choose any item you'd like. You'll receive it and perfectly fit in it. Half of my wardrobe is from this store. - Diana said. And then added, in less convince voice. - But I've never been here before..
- Why did you stopped Diana?
- I don't know exactly, but something is wrong here. Just look at the sign. It hangs up side down. And premises in not so clean as I expected.
Diana looked around, and all that she has managed to see was four dirty walls. Shop was in the deepest point of the block, and it was dead end. Finally, she spotted something, and second later started to move back. There was chalk-painted bodies on the ground.
- Mom, I think we should get out.
- Look Diana. Shop assistants. - Wendy pointed her sharp nail to the so called shop.
There was at least five or six man in same suit with badges on their torso. And they continued to arrive. It was about dozen of them already. They were wearing this crazy smile. Looking at the customers with hunger, like bunch of zombies on the victim.
- Move. Quick. - said Wendy.
- Mom, I don't like them. Why all of them are staring at us and smiling?
- What are you looking at? Freaks. - shouted Wendy, hurrying towards dead end exit. - I'll better
pay twice more, than see this shop ever again.
It was another holiday eve. Let's assume it's St. Valentine's Day, but it makes no difference which holiday it is. Because mess is every time pretty the same. People are fussing in any shop you'll enter. The most interesting and surprising presents will disappear at once. Then you can face the traffic problem, and finally, when you'll be too frustrated to search more, you'll find it. A perfect gift...
- Are you sure this place has good reputation? I mean, you just look at the lawn. Why it's not green?
- Ha ha. Funny joke. It is a winter mammy. And I don't care how it looks from outside, while it's great inside.
- Where did you hear about this store Diana dear? - Wendy's voice was a little bit nervous.
- It's my favorite On-line shop, you can upload your body sizes in there and then choose any item you'd like. You'll receive it and perfectly fit in it. Half of my wardrobe is from this store. - Diana said. And then added, in less convince voice. - But I've never been here before..
- Why did you stopped Diana?
- I don't know exactly, but something is wrong here. Just look at the sign. It hangs up side down. And premises in not so clean as I expected.
Diana looked around, and all that she has managed to see was four dirty walls. Shop was in the deepest point of the block, and it was dead end. Finally, she spotted something, and second later started to move back. There was chalk-painted bodies on the ground.
- Mom, I think we should get out.
- Look Diana. Shop assistants. - Wendy pointed her sharp nail to the so called shop.
There was at least five or six man in same suit with badges on their torso. And they continued to arrive. It was about dozen of them already. They were wearing this crazy smile. Looking at the customers with hunger, like bunch of zombies on the victim.
- Move. Quick. - said Wendy.
- Mom, I don't like them. Why all of them are staring at us and smiling?
- What are you looking at? Freaks. - shouted Wendy, hurrying towards dead end exit. - I'll better
pay twice more, than see this shop ever again.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Social Talk. Text 51
Me and my pet.
I've decided, today we'll go for a walk. Just strolling, and maybe some shopping. It was about ten when I woke up. It was nice, shiny day, perfect for two things: a little stroll and a lot of shopping. So as I said, I've decided to go out.
As always I took a light shower and even lighter breakfast. I was supposed to feed my lovely pet, but she isn't hungry today, she didn't even touch the food. So, I took my little pink purse and my pet's strap, and we were ready to go.
We visit some boutiques at the thoroughfare, and it was far after noon, when we felt slight hunger. I noticed a nice looking coffee house not far from us, and next second we were sitting there, drinking fresh French coffee with small piece of cake. People were staring at us, and my first thought was: "Is my makeup ok?". It could be only makeup, because my T-Shirt from Dior was perfectly new, and my Levi's jeans were so nice, it just can't be them.
My second thought was: "It's because of my pet." I looked at her. At first sight it was all right, but next moment I realized that she is eating the cake with a fork. It's disgusting, who is using a fork? There is no such dog in a world.
Next second Wendy woke up her daughter.
- Diana what's wrong? You were screaming.
- Sorry mammy, it was a nightmare. I was dreaming that I was a pet. And my owner was some fashionable doggy. It was awful, mom I don't want a dog any more. - said Diana Longster.
I've decided, today we'll go for a walk. Just strolling, and maybe some shopping. It was about ten when I woke up. It was nice, shiny day, perfect for two things: a little stroll and a lot of shopping. So as I said, I've decided to go out.
As always I took a light shower and even lighter breakfast. I was supposed to feed my lovely pet, but she isn't hungry today, she didn't even touch the food. So, I took my little pink purse and my pet's strap, and we were ready to go.
We visit some boutiques at the thoroughfare, and it was far after noon, when we felt slight hunger. I noticed a nice looking coffee house not far from us, and next second we were sitting there, drinking fresh French coffee with small piece of cake. People were staring at us, and my first thought was: "Is my makeup ok?". It could be only makeup, because my T-Shirt from Dior was perfectly new, and my Levi's jeans were so nice, it just can't be them.
My second thought was: "It's because of my pet." I looked at her. At first sight it was all right, but next moment I realized that she is eating the cake with a fork. It's disgusting, who is using a fork? There is no such dog in a world.
Next second Wendy woke up her daughter.
- Diana what's wrong? You were screaming.
- Sorry mammy, it was a nightmare. I was dreaming that I was a pet. And my owner was some fashionable doggy. It was awful, mom I don't want a dog any more. - said Diana Longster.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Social Talk. Text 50
Memories.
I used to wear clothes from high dressmaker, in measure of our town of course. It was design to reflect my own ambitions, my lifestyle and designers view of the fashion at that particular moment. He was the first genuine brand in my life. Later there were others, by this closes were my first true style.
It was so nice to wear a hat that no one has, or to be in a pants which was embroidered with words "rock star" at the back. There were enormous diversity of patches, embroideries or labels to choose from. I could ask for replacing one patch with the other without any restriction. I even could remember how I was boasting in front of my friends with a new pair of jeans, that I just received.
It was wonderful time. That tailor sew not only for me, but he didn't become pret-o-porte. Sometimes he carried his wonderful suits to the some shop. But this item didn't stay there for a long time. People liked his dresses, and they even demand for more. But he was real "Haute couture", and didn't bother himself to fulfill those requests.
Later I left that town, but sometimes I go there just to visit him once more. Just to visit my dad.
I used to wear clothes from high dressmaker, in measure of our town of course. It was design to reflect my own ambitions, my lifestyle and designers view of the fashion at that particular moment. He was the first genuine brand in my life. Later there were others, by this closes were my first true style.
It was so nice to wear a hat that no one has, or to be in a pants which was embroidered with words "rock star" at the back. There were enormous diversity of patches, embroideries or labels to choose from. I could ask for replacing one patch with the other without any restriction. I even could remember how I was boasting in front of my friends with a new pair of jeans, that I just received.
It was wonderful time. That tailor sew not only for me, but he didn't become pret-o-porte. Sometimes he carried his wonderful suits to the some shop. But this item didn't stay there for a long time. People liked his dresses, and they even demand for more. But he was real "Haute couture", and didn't bother himself to fulfill those requests.
Later I left that town, but sometimes I go there just to visit him once more. Just to visit my dad.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Social Talk. Text 49
Hard way.
My life is so boring, somebody might say. I'm so miserable. I've got no options left. I must go shopping. This truly can be a solution. Some doctors even use term shopo-therapy for their innovative methods of treatment.
Speaking seriously - it can help you. Did you feel yourself somehow different just after purchasing some item? Was it nice feeling? I'm sure it was, if it was just ordinary stuff. But you can imagine what you'd feel if you get a pair of Levi's, or a nice diamond ring, or a car, whatever. You'll rise your mood up to top possible level, or in case you were depressed, it will cheer you up a bit.
What so interesting in buying stuff, you can ask. What exactly makes you feel better? I guess this instinct of owning things has great history. Whoever you are, you must have your own possession to be sure in future. But people are trying to get all stuff in the world in their possession. And now we are dependent not only on buying stuff, but on brands too. It's a disaster. How can one man, who invented riveting process, sell pants at double price comparing to others with same quality and durability. I guess nowadays people are to lazy to work by themselves. You can browse news about record studio who oblige divorced mother with three children to pay one million dollars for downloading several songs from the Internet. And they didn't make those songs, they just recorded it...
My life is so boring, somebody might say. I'm so miserable. I've got no options left. I must go shopping. This truly can be a solution. Some doctors even use term shopo-therapy for their innovative methods of treatment.
Speaking seriously - it can help you. Did you feel yourself somehow different just after purchasing some item? Was it nice feeling? I'm sure it was, if it was just ordinary stuff. But you can imagine what you'd feel if you get a pair of Levi's, or a nice diamond ring, or a car, whatever. You'll rise your mood up to top possible level, or in case you were depressed, it will cheer you up a bit.
What so interesting in buying stuff, you can ask. What exactly makes you feel better? I guess this instinct of owning things has great history. Whoever you are, you must have your own possession to be sure in future. But people are trying to get all stuff in the world in their possession. And now we are dependent not only on buying stuff, but on brands too. It's a disaster. How can one man, who invented riveting process, sell pants at double price comparing to others with same quality and durability. I guess nowadays people are to lazy to work by themselves. You can browse news about record studio who oblige divorced mother with three children to pay one million dollars for downloading several songs from the Internet. And they didn't make those songs, they just recorded it...
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Social Talk. Text 48
Something to follow.
We are prisoners, and this is a fact. It's our way of evolving and we cannot do anything with it. First of all we are trapped in out own hesitations, and if in some point of your life, you don't know what to do, you are following someones else decision. This is not so bad, because ancient tribes used to move from one habitat to another just by following the strongest decision. And if you can provide such decision, anyone will follow you.
And as for jeans, I guess we are enslaved by them. Nowadays it's modern to take care of your health. But why no one is concerned by a fact that jeans can seriously damage your and your children's health. Especially if you're a man. Well known that in some cases jeans can act as diaper does.
Denim accumulates to much heat under the pants, and it can be unnoticed till certain day, but it still influences you. That's why diapers are prohibited to all modern moms if they want they children to be healthy. Same thing with jeans, but we are following the fashion no matter what, like women, who mostly wear high heels instead of comfort. But in other hand it can be real step forward, who knows. Maybe without such steps we would be as smart as modern apes.
We are prisoners, and this is a fact. It's our way of evolving and we cannot do anything with it. First of all we are trapped in out own hesitations, and if in some point of your life, you don't know what to do, you are following someones else decision. This is not so bad, because ancient tribes used to move from one habitat to another just by following the strongest decision. And if you can provide such decision, anyone will follow you.
And as for jeans, I guess we are enslaved by them. Nowadays it's modern to take care of your health. But why no one is concerned by a fact that jeans can seriously damage your and your children's health. Especially if you're a man. Well known that in some cases jeans can act as diaper does.
Denim accumulates to much heat under the pants, and it can be unnoticed till certain day, but it still influences you. That's why diapers are prohibited to all modern moms if they want they children to be healthy. Same thing with jeans, but we are following the fashion no matter what, like women, who mostly wear high heels instead of comfort. But in other hand it can be real step forward, who knows. Maybe without such steps we would be as smart as modern apes.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Social Talk. Text 47
New look.
We are trying to make things popular on every day basis. This is some kind of credo of the last century. Someone is trying hard to get profit from inventing stuff, which in ones opinion will change the world. But all they have got is a failure. Because world don't accept anything by force, and to take this thing, as it always was there, it needs a trick.
You should be reasonably fast and at the same time smooth in your actions. And not the least you must be lucky to be in the right place at the right time. In that way religion was implanted in our mind and in same way jeans were accepted by us. But we cannot say that it was instilled in our mind, cause we are loving them. Who knows what we'll think in several centuries, but now it's even not discussable. You must have at least a pair of them.
I guess nowadays we don't have any clothes that can become a legend some day. Mostly because of constant change of fashion and manufacturer, I mean Chinese people. But we have a lot of things which can make our life somehow different. And if you take closer look to the future of clothes, you could clearly see, that we need only one thing to improve in our outfit. Dirt resistant material.
We are trying to make things popular on every day basis. This is some kind of credo of the last century. Someone is trying hard to get profit from inventing stuff, which in ones opinion will change the world. But all they have got is a failure. Because world don't accept anything by force, and to take this thing, as it always was there, it needs a trick.
You should be reasonably fast and at the same time smooth in your actions. And not the least you must be lucky to be in the right place at the right time. In that way religion was implanted in our mind and in same way jeans were accepted by us. But we cannot say that it was instilled in our mind, cause we are loving them. Who knows what we'll think in several centuries, but now it's even not discussable. You must have at least a pair of them.
I guess nowadays we don't have any clothes that can become a legend some day. Mostly because of constant change of fashion and manufacturer, I mean Chinese people. But we have a lot of things which can make our life somehow different. And if you take closer look to the future of clothes, you could clearly see, that we need only one thing to improve in our outfit. Dirt resistant material.
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