Song: Southern Soldier

Another track uploaded to my Soundcloud account. This time, my take on one of the most popular (and one of my personal favorites) from the Civil War era, the Southern Soldier.

It’s the second time I make a cover of a Civil War era song, the first song being Rose of Alabamy. And again, it’s just an instrumental version.

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September of mists and forests.

This entire year feels… “rainier”. In itself, it’s not a complaint, though. Although I did complain about June being ridiculously wet, but that’s because Junes shouldn’t be wet like that. As in, it could rain all year, but June, July, and August are summertime, they’re for something else. So when September came, I immediately turned my Autumn mode on, because while I love Septembers, for this one, secretly, I didn’t hold much hope. Boy, was I mistaken…

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There was no chance I would abandon biking just because of some bad weather, of course not. It would have to be a disaster, this September, to prevent me from hitting the road like I did the entire Summer. But admittedly, the nature of those rides was different. I was saying “goodbye” to my Summer Home. The woods, the lakes, the hills, all that I will soon leave, when I’ll move back to my “home for the rest of the year”.

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Maintenance: Autumn Edition is a go.

Continuing the still new trend of introducing changes to the blog with every next season, and with the astronomical Autumn being just behind the corner, I declare it is finally time to say “fare thee well, Summer, you will be missed”, and launch the Calmest Waters: Autumn Edition.

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No big changes are to be expected. Few, minor adjustments.

First of all, new background photo AND for the first time new blog description. After several months, the “When you think too much, but have no one to talk to” verse that welcomed visitors on the front page is being retired. From now on, the description will be changed with every season, just like the photo.

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Song: The Day We Left The Hills

A song whose original version was created six years ago, but which gets very relevant every year around September, and so I believe it deserved some improvements and fresh composition. Here it is:

Days are getting colder, the weather gets wetter week after week. For me, September means two things: Summer is almost over, and it’s time to switch homes. Every year the same story: after three wonderful months among the fields, lakes, woods and green hills of my Summer Home, the time has come to move back to my home-for-the-rest-of-the-year, the city.

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In defense of differences.

My second post for the Brains Unite blog. The topic: gender differences in the workplace.

I hope you enjoy reading this more than I enjoyed writing this.

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Gender differences in the workplace. To be honest, not a big fan of that topic in general. Several problems with it.

First of all, and I know this may initially make me sound like an idiot, but it needs to be said: it’s way too vague. Differences in what exactly? Wages? Employment rate? Area of employment? Workplace accidents? Which do you find interesting and/or important enough to talk about? Maybe all of them?

And here’s the second problem I have with the topic: it implies there’s something to talk about. I’m not denying that there are differences. Of course, there are. But I’m much closer to celebrating those differences than considering as something evil, wrong or harmful. Every time someone makes the point that “there are gender differences (in any of these aspects listed above) in the workplace”, the answer has to be “yeah, and?”.

If you accept the simple, obvious…

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“A lightning struck me down”.

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I was working back in the southern field,
Watching birds and sipping beer,
For once I truly felt so free,
Then a lightning struck me down.

I noticed stars soar above my head,
I saw my mother, then long dead,
I heard the man from Galilee,
When the lightning struck me down.

Warm wind tossed dust in the air,
When the lightning struck me down.
The birds fell silent here and there,
When the lightning struck me down.

My jacket’s burned, the grass turned straw,
No more crickets all around.
Am I the only one who saw
How a lightning struck me down?

I patched my wounds from the attack,
Grabbed my beer, then struggled back.
I cried and cursed my whole way home,
Since the lightning struck me down.

Not a cloud in clear blue sky,
Not a drop of rain so far,
No one there to let me know,
Why a lightning struck me down.

Am I a sinner washed in grace?
Or just stood in a wrong place?
Am I a victim of a prank?
Or laws of physics once went wrong?
Am I unlucky to burn alive?
Or should be happy – I survived!
Am I a victim poor in need?
Or was I only drunk indeed?

A poem, lyrics, call it whatever you want as usual.

May sound even weirder than the rest, but who cares at this point?

I was suddenly attacked and overwhelmed by the idea for this in a rather random moment, driving my car and humming a lovely melody that I hope to turn into another project for my Soundcloud. Wasn’t even thinking of storms at the moment.

On one hand, a sudden hit of inspiration isn’t an unfamiliar feeling for me, on the other, it’s usually for more serious posts. But this works just as well, whatever “well” actually means in that context.

Who knows, maybe I’ll add melody to it one day, but for the moment, I’m happy with the text.

As always, I hope for you to enjoy it. Let me know if you do. Or if you don’t, works too.

Wishing you all a great day!

-Calmest Waters

 

To the unknown man.

117 years and 167 days – the age of the oldest living person on the planet, Miss Violet Brown. She has seen the world evolve so much in that time. We have advanced rather dynamically and drastically, as a society, as a species, as a planet. In fact, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that the world at the time of her birth was a completely different place than it is now. But not just because of the said advancement of ours. Because, and what to me is the most fascinating, 117 years and 168 days ago, the Earth was populated by an entirely different set of people. Great majority of those people are forgotten forever.

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It’s not the first time I share with you my fascination with the past in that context. I discussed similar topics here and there. But I still feel I haven’t thoroughly exhausted the subject. I’m not satisfied yet.

Being in my twenties, it’s still rather difficult for me to think about the “good old times” like, you know, the elders do. Even ten years ago I was just a kid, my understanding of the world, my goals and ambitions were completely different. From my perspective, ten years has to be a lot. In that time, people disappeared from my life and were replaced by new people met along the way. Different schools, different house, different look and taste and everything. Now granted, I went through a big, big change: from a kid into a teenager and eventually, into an adult. Quite possibly, the biggest change that naturally occurs in our lives. But still, ten years is… well, a lot. It’s almost another life.

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“Autumn winds blow chilly and cold”.

The raven arrived from the Citadel this morning, Your Grace. The Conclave has met, considered reports from maesters all over the Seven Kingdoms, and declared this great summer done at last. The longest summer in living memory.

Grand Maester Pycelle, “Game of Thrones”

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I know what you’re thinking. September has just begun, the summer won’t be over for three more weeks. That is if you are just as ignorant when it comes to the nature of seasons as I was up until recently. Anyways, yeah, you would be wrong.

September has always felt like autumn to me. Back when I was a kid, I simply associated summer with holidays, which in Poland begin in late June and end with the last day of August. And classes throughout June weren’t really classes at all, the students had their grades already secured, and teachers didn’t even bother to force us to work. It’s June, it’s summer. Except, of course, it wasn’t. Summer begins on June 21st. Imagine my surprise…

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