Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Dr Murks drowned in a political discourse

The elections are coming. The elections to the parliament. There has never been so intensive discussions before the elections about who, why and how to elect. First time in Estonian history the society seems to be more interested in parties programs than their beautiful shibboleths and faces with lots of make-up.
There are many visions in the air about the future of Estonia. First of all the programs by the parties but as well by the columnists, professors, local philosophers, aunt Maalis in the country side... The best new solution is to make Estonia into multi-e-country. Already known e-country of Estonia by many internet-opportunities, -solutions as well the e-elections. You can make everything in the net! But why not to make this e- in the beginning of country meaning ECO as well? Would be nice to live in eco-country, ecologically friendly, balanced and sustainable life in Est. Dr Murks would love it.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Yellow-Hellow, Dr Murks!

Yellow is totally amazing color. Yellow carpet, Yellow lamp, Yellow dress, yellow painting, Yellow window, yellow snow, Yellow ball, Yellow bicycle, Yellow lecture room... Yellow irritates Dr Murks' mind in the way he can not stay neutral, can not stay unhappy, can not stay positively untouched by some giggling feeling. Somehow all the things painted Yellow are a bit silly, belonging to a small child or... But if you really notice the philosophy of the thing it can not belong to a child but maybe to some old-school uncle or to high-positioned authority newer-ever could suspect to have Yellow things. And in a Yellow lecture room where PhD students are learning teaching techniques somehow feeling themselves well and opened and communicative and willing to try everything the facilitator offers. Most probable due to the Yellow walls, happy falls, funny falls, reflecting-only-positive-emotions walls.
Like Mr Alliksaar wrote in his most beautiful poem " not hurt the child who lives in your soul" and he did not even mention Yellow. He mentions many other important things, but jeee... impossible to translate - would just destroy the beauty. Lets stick to Yellow! :) Mmmmmmmmm, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow dreams.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Dr Murks is walking on the holy water

The waterway goes throw the town. Somebody swimming there, oaring in boat, kayak, canoe, rubber boat, raft... Somebody driving in high speed in motorboat, sitting in riverboat "Pegasus" or in lodi "Jõmmu", listening folk music and hearing old people talking about their childhood by the water. Somebody sitting in the hot-water barrel drifting downstream... And fishermen, many fishermen standing on the river bank and throwing their fishing hook as far as possible, sometimes caching fat fish to prepare soup in the evening at home.
Dr Murks went to the market. Meat and carrot and spices for soup, flour and seeds for making bread, cottage cheese just for pleasure... were written in the list. The quickest way is the waterway. And hops (!) town from the riverbank right on the water. "Watch out! There are many holes in the water!" is shouting Mr Fisherman sitting on his comfortable bench. "Thank you!" and Dr Murks is careful walking on the holy water.

He was walkin on the ice, whooo, he was walkin on the ice....

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Dr Murks is the Handicraftsman

Uhuu, besides building furniture yesterday night that ended in totalmurks (like Germans probable would say) or total chaos after drilling the head of the screw into unrecognizable shape; besides knitting gloves with pattern from Pankjavitsa that should be finished by next evening... describes the handicraftsman side of Dr Murks also the fact that he has to but thousands of figures 74500, 101000, 123000 in Excel program into the form of time BY HAND!!! Auuuu! It is like: 74500=7:45, 101000=10:10.... Or by the other hand - let them be in this ugly shape and why not make all the calculations with this miserable form. What a bitty to be a researcher when making things beautiful takes too much precious time...

Monday, February 5, 2007

Dr Murks is waving to Mr Njume

How does it feel like? How does it feel like to lose your father? How does it feel like to lose the mentor of yourself, your brothers, your sisters, your aunts, uncles, their children... the mentor of the whole extended family... ? But still most of all just a guy who has been always there, who was there when you were just a small child looking with eyes full of curiosity, everything was new... And he was the one you could ask: "Husay? Weti? Wich taym? Ha? Hu? Way? Wich kayn? Hus?" Hmm, and maybe when time passing looking up to him and wanting to become the same in the future... And then realizing that there are more truths than your father have been telling you and sometimes start arguing with him, sometimes just not accepting that he has been drinking too much, too many bottles of palm vine or beer and not communicating to him many days... But in secret still looking up to him and thinking that he is the most powerful and most kind man you can ever get to know...How many times Dr Murks has waken up in the morning after bad dream seeing his father falling down from the ladder while picking up apples or cutting the branches of tree. "What happened!? What happened?!" Dr Murks screams in his dream and wakes up full of fare that... But hearing somebody smacking his lips in the kitchen like his father is used to do he relaxes and falls into dreams again... Uh. It is probable Dr Murks' greatest fear. Someday it will happen but so far Dr Murks can just be happy that there is somebody agitating Dr Murks to make more sports, to take care of himself, not fall into a power of diseases and just showing with simple shy humble way how much he cares... He is just always there, you do not even have to speak to him that often... you just know that he is there. The prototype of an interesting and funny man.
Leslie, I think you got a lot from him. I never got a change to meet him, but you knew him many years, he was there for you, you were there for him. He was probable a great man as he had a son like you... If you have the same tradition as they had in Santa, I wish you could send an huge amount of gunpowder to the air to kill the death... My respect to this kind man. It is hard to imagine what will your life look like now with all this responsibility I will not say "Ashia" , as it sounds like "sorry, but I can not help"... but I will think of you, pray for you and I know you can manage, you brave young stubborn and (most of all) doughty man.
As you are used to say there: "We are together!"
W e a r e t o g e t h e r !

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Dr Murks belongs to a group of GOOFs

In Riga. Three days on the conference in the purpose of comparing Regional Development in the Baltic States. Scientists, geographers coming from Baltic countries presenting and introducing their work. As there has not been many contacts so far then it was a good possibility to find partners and think up some projects together.
As Dr Murks did not have to make any presentation, managed to shift this responsibility to Mdm Siiri then most of the time the conference was just like "glee and flowers party" as Estonians like to say about not so stressful events. Some participants were a lot of fun, was nice to chat about many topics, drink some vine, beer and brandy together... Hmmm, for example one guy from Gdansk really sounded like Mr Georg from Chemnitz :). He had exactly the same accent like he has, only Mr Georg speaks a little slower... Maybe it is some kind of Central European thing to sound like this, anyway it was fun to listen. He even told about his many foreign girlfriends as also Mr Georg have had... Deja vou... :)
Dr Murks has to tell the secrets. There were two really embarrassing things... Firstly, that Dr Murks drank too much at Friday night that he needed to sneak out from the auditorium during the second Panel-session on Saturday and free himself from still existing poisons in the body. Really embarrassing, hopefully nobody noticed Dr Murks' green face that by the inner feeling stayed green the whole day... Anyway, the Friday evening with interesting people was probable worth it. But next time Dr Murks should not forgot home his friend in the pocket who could tell when to stop drinking alcohol!The second embarrassment was not really up to Dr Murks but somehow he still feels responsible. The working-group from Tartu leaded by the professor of human geography really acted like a group of goofs. It was really sad to see how Dr Murks' working-group did not have any civility feeling towards the other participants... They probable did not speak to anyone there, maybe only answered shortly as somebody asked a question and then run away to stay with other impolite Estonians. They reached to the tip of the cake as just stood up in the middle of concluding session and left the place without saying any goodbye to anyone... Just left for Estonia... Dr Murks can not still believe that this last thing really happened. It was like shouting to organisers face that it is just a crap that you are talking about here!
Dr Murks has to admit that the level of science is quite different in the Baltic States and seemingly Tartu and Tallinn are on the highest level, but the question arises: HOW CAN THEY BE AS THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY SKILLS FOR COMMUNICATION????? Just another bunch of arrogant Estonians. Dr Murks feels embarrassing to be a part of this group... Sad.