the unbearable lightness of living with a smartphone is the cause for reduced posts in this blog.
some people manage to run all application and life together - i don't.
i'm slow, chaotic and non- technologist.
but don't worry, i have better opinion on myself in other fields ;))
anyway - cambridge.
if florence was for me a fine and noble lady, then cambridge is a tall, thin and intelligent english man.
old and wise.
its countless academical institutes leave the impression that the city is inhabited only by intelligent people.
at least every second young man or woman in the street, is a student (just guessing).
and yet, they do need some chimney sweeps (no offence, i don't mean they are not intelligent),
and one (very good and friendly) jamie oliver restaurant to feed these brains...
to think that some very famous people crossed these streets - gives rise to a sense of respect,
even if the nice bridge that is attributed to newton was actually built 22 years after he died...
when they, the english, tell a joke, one can not be sure whether to laugh. further more, they (the english) wouldn't laugh themselves, not even smile when they tell a joke, so you wouldn't like to look foolish if you laugh, but also if you don't laugh....
sometimes i'm not sure whether they really know they just told a joke. maybe it's their own sense of logic.
even time stops there from time to time, just like this, against any sense of logic.
and then again, stopping time and watching some of the nicest rainbows i have ever seen is something you don't do everyday, is it?
same as stop and think whether not everything should have been upside down?...
some people manage to run all application and life together - i don't.
i'm slow, chaotic and non- technologist.
but don't worry, i have better opinion on myself in other fields ;))
anyway - cambridge.
if florence was for me a fine and noble lady, then cambridge is a tall, thin and intelligent english man.
old and wise.
its countless academical institutes leave the impression that the city is inhabited only by intelligent people.
at least every second young man or woman in the street, is a student (just guessing).
and yet, they do need some chimney sweeps (no offence, i don't mean they are not intelligent),
and one (very good and friendly) jamie oliver restaurant to feed these brains...
to think that some very famous people crossed these streets - gives rise to a sense of respect,
even if the nice bridge that is attributed to newton was actually built 22 years after he died...
when they, the english, tell a joke, one can not be sure whether to laugh. further more, they (the english) wouldn't laugh themselves, not even smile when they tell a joke, so you wouldn't like to look foolish if you laugh, but also if you don't laugh....
sometimes i'm not sure whether they really know they just told a joke. maybe it's their own sense of logic.
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age,
I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things
before breakfast.”
(Through the Looking Glass, Chapter 5)
and then again, stopping time and watching some of the nicest rainbows i have ever seen is something you don't do everyday, is it?
same as stop and think whether not everything should have been upside down?...
nir alon - a moving identity
either way, it was a lovely weekend and i'm sure that cambridge will still be there in thousand years - nice, old and wise.
and from the depth of my memory i pulled out this song as a gesture to old crazy school days, and thank you idit and nick for your lovely hospitality!
