Dr Murks on a way

..hitchhiking to the South. Yesterdays rehearsal - hitchhiking to the North was a total disaster (after 2,5h by the road waving to all passersby) in terms of hitching a lift. But at the same time - nice weather, nice company by Kusta, nice songs on the tongue and - the most important - nice friends coming to pick us up in the end taking to the destination. The way to the South will be more easy because Dr Murks long experiences show that the paradigm of induction is not proper for the good luck in hitchhiking - there are too many totally different examples.

Anyway, the weather seems to be great either for sitting hours by the road or making drivers happy to take you on. So, Dr Murks and Ms Tiu are soon on a way to:

Dr Murks is the Cuckoo

"Change yourself and you will change the world - not much but still your own small portion. Stay yourself and again something is changing - the world is transmuting but your share is standing still..." like Jäääär is singing.
In the wedding that more appeared to be a reunion. Old classmates, two of them getting married to each other. Most of them Dr Murks have not seen for several years but majority of them still the best friends to each. Feels like turning back time for 6 years or more... It is known exactly what kind of jokes people are doing, what are their most interesting topics to discuss, body-language, what complexes one have, even their dress-code is not changed. Creepy but fun at the same time.
According to Estonian wedding tradition most of the guests get professions. Dr Murks had a nice profession in the wedding. Every time Dr Murks said "cuckoo" the others had to start with their assignments. The time teller told the time, the kisser kissed, the "crouchers" hunkered down (they were the most dutiful), the dancers took somebody to dance, the clapper made and applause and so on. Dr Murks was like a leader of the pack :).

Dr Murks is jumping on the skin of cow

It came so quickly. Dr Murks could not even close eyes and count till three when the Sun of spring already pinched from the cheeks and birds started to sing so loud that he just had to open the eyes again and look up to the trees and in the pushes to see these loudly crowd. The air smells like melting snow the ground looks like the skin of cows - white spots of melting snow are varying with black muddy soil. The water brakes throw everything. Galanthus is blooming already in the gardens of Soup Town!

Dr Murks in da Summer Cottage

Dr Murks was four days on a fieldwork evaluating summer cottage districts in the metropolitan area of Tallinn. Ooo, what a wonderful/"wonderful" architecture and living standards for many.
Rounds and round windows have been totally popular for summer cottage districts. Even new built living houses use the same decoration. Only one of the pictures does not have this garnish...

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.

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 "...do 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.

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....