Song: Cybermen Poem

Too excited to wait any longer. Last time I mentioned I’m okay with posting Crystalline because I no longer think it’s my absolute best work, one that I won’t top no matter what. So naturally, what comes now is the favorite track of mine, Cybermen Poem.

Robotic, sure, electronic, sounds about right, but first and foremost melodic. That’s what I had in mind, and I hope that’s how it feels like to anyone who might just happen to listen to it somehow.

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Song: Crystalline

You know, I like making music, simply because it’s fun, it’s relaxing, and every once in a while I make a track that I end up really liking. Like this one.

To be honest, I had it ready for some time. I didn’t upload it until now, because being the drama queen I am, I was afraid that I might be unwilling to upload anything after that, since I think this might be the best song I ever made. Fortunately, I no longer think so. I mean, it’s still great, I think/hope so, but I have something I consider even better along the way. So, without further ado, I present to you: “Crystalline”.

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The Orange Night of the city and the Blue Night of the countryside

I’m made for living in the countryside, I think I have made that clear by now. I didn’t truly realize that until I actually moved to the countryside from a small city that I was born in, but ever since then, I can’t imagine myself spending any more time in the city than it’s absolutely necessary. Unless things somewhere along the way get terribly wrong, once I’m done with this city business, I’ll move to live out the rest of my days in a solitary house, in some village far enough from the city and all the commotion that I will be able to see the stars in the night-time sky in all their power and might. This has been my plan for years, and while at no point did it even begin to change, there are moments when the vision of one day settling down in the countryside for good is what keeps me going. Moments like now, when after the summer of living in the middle of nowhere, I moved back into a city.

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I’m not antisocial, not a recluse or a hermit by nature, in fact, I love spending time with friends and I do it as often as I do it happily. And it’s not that I despise cities by definition, or can’t enjoy the many benefits that cities undoubtedly have. But when it comes to living, as in “dwelling”, a having a place to reside in, countryside just can’t be beaten.

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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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