basic.error

born 1984, alcoholic since 1999. instead of fighting with that habit, decided to turn it into advantage, by, like marek hlasko, exploring the subject on his own example. no prizes yet, but hold on... for the moment is just a bunch of useless random things, gathered together without any purpose, just to express usually a state of hangover

1/27/2009

being a dignitary

apparently happens every two and half years. and i didn't actually know that could be annoying. that's all i'm afraid. was gonna complain about my last trip to polandia. i sory wiedzma, w krakowie mialem tylko moment.. pociag nie ma litosci.. but the funniest thing is i'm sitting with a microscope size laptop or rather developed counting machine, trying to hit the right key on the supersmall keyboard, instead of generating this post, that everyone was surely waiting anxiously for. i would like to say that the trip was rubbish. but that'd be a lie. was fan dooby dozy tastic. and i don't care about lack of time and overhospitable members of my family. it was good, well deserved 7 days of weird endofjanuary holidays with me sophie. and seriously it doesn't disturb me that this computer is tiny and sophie's mum just remade traditional polish cockerel shaped sweet bread into garlic bread... blasphemy

was about to write something wrong but no... recently i'm even having happy hangovers. from time to time. so sod off people, nothing to read. nothing to worry. if it goes like this, i'll start drawing happy characters.

fuck, this post's boring

no photos provided

1/19/2009

GDZIE QRWA JESTES??!

12/06/2008

santa claus day

hangover has its own nature. sorry, always wanted to start the post with some fancy sentence... but seriously we can easily separate few kinds of alcohol toxication.today fortunately it is just a bit of headache which allows me to share this experience with the whole world... yeah, man!!!

i read recently White Teeth by Zadie Smith. not like I want to write a review or something, cos who gives a fuck? yeah, book was ok, but anyway there was a guy fuckknowshowwashisname. at least 50 pages this guy was thinking about the nature of the london's bus ticket. i found one in my pocket today as well. 23 route. yeah, usual. fall asleep and wake up westbourne park. still "walkable" distance... just chill. but the problem is... ticket says something like 1:20 am... that makes sense, started falling asleep in the pub, guys woke me up, decided to find a bus stop. couldn't find any oyster thingys so had to buy 2 quid ticket from the bus driver....

so the point is... the very moment I got waken up in the bus, checked the time..... 5:15am.......... what the fuck is happening... is it possible that the distance from more or less st.paul's to westbourne park the bus managed to make is 4hrs? in the middle of night?or perhaps the driver, seeing me sitting on the lower deck, decided not to disturb my rest... bless you man, instead I could as well walk home and go to bed...

afternoon, have to plan a day or something... or maybe not...

by the way... 6th of december is polish santa claus day so happy 6th of december yo!!!

11/30/2008

some thoughts on computers

not really them as machines... just needed obviously some title, cause i seemed not to give any to my posts. so to give this blog some appearance as a whole, decided to come back with brilliant punchtitles.

my grandmother deleted me from her friendlist on the internet. well, yeah,everyone has it, normal thing. her last email to me was signed only with her initial and second name... god.... what have i done?? apparently she is angry at me or something... bitch. the moment i stopped taking money off her, she suddenly feels useless?? wft??? i was shocked when i got at first an invitation to her list on polish social whatever website. then i got told that she actually had bought a computer.... whoa....enough.... so by the moment i got used to idea of my granny hacking pentagon, that #%$*% deleted me from her list cause apparently i don't contact her often enough..................... lord. why did you have to develope the internet? or at least you didn't have to create old people.....

it is not funny ok?

11/23/2008


disturbing? oh please... look at my face... so peaceful, like a new born baby, what else can I wish from life?

but seriously that photo was taken couple of days ago, but as well it could be taken any other day. today, for instance... found just now my mates sleepin', even though we did only a bottle of stolichnaya... lazy twats... nevermind. got no other reflection for today, so wish everyone chillout sunday...

10/26/2008

ok...now i'm confused. and on the top of everything the space key in this computer works as it wants... don't know what the time is... i bet someone developed winter and summer time deliberately for people like me... ok the thing is... it's sunday... second day of my free weekend... if you don't know how free time looks like, look at me... doin nothin whole weekend. thank god i managed yetsterday to get to the shop for some food... ooops... silly me... declined yesterday's birthday party invitation without any clear reason said... i mean i had some reasons but didn't explain anything... so yeah, as I said, 2 days doin nothing, basically watching porn movies on the web... it's good anytime...

so still don't know what the time is, need to go for cigarettes on some point, but i'm afraid can't be bothered... for the moment got some shortbread, my coffee, i'm good...

declined as well invitation for the buttersea park snowboard event from pavli... no reason whatsoever...guess i'm not in a social mood.

picture delay continues...

10/05/2008

i was going to write something about my visit in polish consulate. believe me, traumatic, and revealing experience as well, but no... i was also going to describe my happiness, when all the sudden someone asked me if she could get my drawing, unfinished, drawn on the scrap paper behind the counter in my shop. but i won't do it either... no point sharing this stuff. i mean, it was exciting by that very moment, no sense repeating this now, it is totally vanished from anything interesting

so i refuse to develop posts as been there, done that, had fun, oh my god, people, envy me cause you probably do nothing interesting, as you are just dumb crowd... or maybe i just see the wrong side of it...

ok, need to say, that writing this comes very difficult, as i need to chat online with friends i haven't spoken to. i'm happy to do so, but i get my thought lost... don't mention 24 cans of strongbow waitin... we got serious discount in the off license...

ok i remember... even though my mental condition is pretty good, i was gonna write something disturbing, so few people can get offended and stop speaking to me... and i wanted to reconsider some metablog enquires, sense and blog appearance.

another serious problem bothering me are cameras as emotional prothesis, credit cards as a intruder in our private sphere worse than all cctv systems altogether etc...

i guess i don't want to do that now. if i did, examples would be very distractive for my relations with some people...

or maybe i just go this weird mood and don't bother gettin involved in this aporia

so have fun. upload some exciting stuff after, so i can get mentally envious

9/15/2008

one more thing for today

happened that there was my birthday on 11th. not a big deal, but need to say I got really extraordinary message from my friend. full link is


http://wiedzmowy.blogspot.com/2008/09/fire-ice.html



but for these lazy ones i can paste whole content. translation is not provided. come on! get a dictionary...



Kochanie Moje Najslodsze! Adasiu!


Z okazji Twoich..kolejnych już urodziń spędzanych na wygnaniu ale i na tym ziemskim padole, życze Ci:
*gwiazdki z nieba
*skutecznego upijania sie przy malym nakladzie finansowym (za zaoszczedzone funciachy mozna kupic fajne koszulki w PROSTO, albo np. jakis album np. Banksy )
*miłości i ozdrowienia psychicznego - tego życze również sobie, bo jak wiemy oboje - JESTEŚMY ZJEBANI. Taki brutal.
* żebyś zostal zauwazony i doceniony za Twoj talent (do wkurwiania mnie :P -żarcik) -bo masz talen jak cholera , no i jak już bedziesz slawny i bogaty top mozesz mi wysylac drobne upominki i ladne szpilki - buty. ;]
*żeby los Cie przywiał do Krakowa albo na moje inne meliny na tą herbatę i ciastko
*ciastek i dobrego pożywienia bo te chleby tostowe to to niezdrowe jest.
Na koniec "całuje Cię w czubek słowiańskiego nosa" oraz łydkę. STO LAT NECRO! STO LAT! :*
No ja to nie wiem jak to z tą strefą czasową ale to albo za godzine abo za 2 :*


the third one is ace, so true, thanks for that
...

koniec koncow nie wiem wiedzma, sie nie porownuj. to co ostatnio odpierdalam przechodzi wszelka krytyke. mam nadzieje ze ty juz po rehabilitacji :) elo

pietnasty wrzesien siodma po poludniu, kac trwa

did some primitive comic strip by accident. wanted to show off, eventually just share the mood of it. it is what you get if you got too much of free time, post-it notes and marker pen around. oh, and to much to say, but literally is not really appropriate. so drawing is sometimes the answer. kind of katharsis, doesn't matter if the effect is nice or rubbish... kind of interpersonal communication... dear, where am I gettin now? let's just keep things simple. the fact is that the scanner is still broken, apparently software needs to be re-installed... no idea when will it be done. til then uploaded really old piece of paper found between pages of my sketchbook. cute isn't it? for the scanner situation do apologise.

9/01/2008

too disturbing to translate


pilem caly weekend. dzis poniedzialek i czuje nieodparta ochote tzw chamskiej flaszki. nie to ze mi sie rece trzesa. bo nie. jeszcze nie. co mam z tego powodu komus dziekowac?? chyba za szczery jestem czasem chyba. to nie to ze skreca. to tzw dzien jak krew z nosa. nowe klopoty mieszaja sie ze starymi tworzac osobliwa miksture nerwow ktora juz tylko zapic chyba idzie. moze to ja za duzu analizuje tutaj. jeszcze tak zle nie mam... z tym oto pozytywnym akcentem dnia, po przebiezce porannej w wyscigu z gajerkami po citi, dedykuje tu rysunek pt wiosenne porzadki wiedzmie jedynej czytelniczce...

8/28/2008




I guess it is not about being technician, or conteptual super thinker contemporary artist. it is about using anything around to do something without any sense and value. just remember, if you nick your friend's mobile super palmtop phone to draw silly characters, he will remind it after two years, destroying your artistic aspirations.... I officially give up, maybe I should collect bottle caps.

8/23/2008

7/25/2008

one afternoon at the museum

i happened to be in design museum today. well, coincidence. nevermind. so i saw tim walker's photo exhibition. nice though... couldn't be bothered reading explanations and descriptions because all of these photos made some sort of one in a kind atmosphere. weird, because i always find it really difficult with recepting art. what i noticed is person taking photos of walker's art work. oh dear. now we need to talk about some development of metaphotography... there was already new way of tourism explored. i can hardly understand taking another picture of rosetta stone, but this way of vising art exhibition? buy yourself an album or download walker's pictures from the web in better quality for fuck's sake...

7/24/2008

III

The next problem is whether to allow prostitution, and if not, if there are any moral excuses. From the Christian ethics point of view the case is quite simple. Any sexual contacts beyond marriage are inadmissible, and any other forms of erotic contact (beyond marriage) are at least not recommended. Despite absolutist aim of that ethics, there is another way of reconsidering this case. The Church itself will admit that one cannot force another to any faith; therefore Christian ethics’ deduction has to be refused, because it is based on some belief, faith, etc.

Some try to base their investigation on the idea of nature. This case is not that simple. It is really similar to religious argument. Every simple position, accepting or refusing the idea of nature is not to be held. Even though there was a proof confirming human’s nature, there would be a problem to describe that nature, say its values. If anyone wanted to defend moral condemning of prostitution, then he would need to assume that human is monogamic, and just temptations of harlotry caused that he went the wrong way. That deduction is highly doubtful as well. More probable is that, going the wrong way, human decided to develop monogamic relationships. It was in his interest to survive. (Well it is just hypothesis without any shade of proof). In this case the idea of nature doesn’t help prostitution’s opponents.

elo elo portobelo!

Wchodze miedzy wódke a kopytka. A co. Niech sie dzieje wola nieba. Wypalam swieczke spalajac dym tytoniowy. Woda w garnku sie gotuje na makaruny a ja czytam stare wpisy z blogów moich i cudzych. Niech te necrosomy wracajo, bo wieje nudą i marazmem. Tyle ode mnie. Lowja typie.

7/18/2008

II

The legal type of prostitution appeared at first thanks to Solon. It is not certain though, whether the reason for founding laic brothel was a rising sex crime level, or maybe the fact that Solon got bit envious of profits that temples used to make on prostitutes. Dufour writes: The existence of cult prostitution of all Athens’ temples was probably a reason that Solon, constituting the law, sanctioned the legal type of prostitution. He saw how temples and it’s servants got wealthier thanks to that procedure, (…) he wished to provide similar profits to the polis, as well as a pleasure to Athens’ youth and safe environment to noble women.

This way Solon developed public profit organization. Jacek Hołówka, Polish ethics professor, describes Solon’s methods as seeking for the lesser of two evils:

Solon established a brothel in Athens, where he put foreign slaves. (…) First of all he wanted to get general acclaim to his idea, second of all, he desired, that the premises pull off young men from women that doesn’t look for sexual relations. (…) Solon could easily say that prostitution was an evil which is inevitable, or even necessary.

Since the ancient times, prostitution has been quite good. The thing which is worth noticing is something which was visible back then as well as it is today. Selling a body for a profit was always something common. The existence of harlotry was accepted, claiming that it was really necessary; on the other hand, it used to be condemned. Prostitution, since its very beginning has been linked with something morally evil, even though it has never felt a lack of male customers. The same men, that used to shout, damn the idea of trading bodies this way, allowed, or even desired a company of a woman of pleasure.

This incompatible moral judgment can be explained by the fact, that there was always couple of kinds of prostitutes. In the ancient times they were dicteriades (the lowest category), auletrides (flute musicians, dancers hired to join symposiums, parties with lots of drinks, especially wine). Auletrides, despite, they, and their children couldn’t get Athenian citizenship, were intelligent and creative enough to gather large fortunes. Legends about temples, monuments, or even fleets sent to war, founded by wealthy auletrides maintain till today. Jacek Hołówka writes:

Courtesans were never condemned by common morality. Maybe because prosperity and power always brings respect, or maybe because wantonness is damned only if it is a real threat; (…) It is hard to believe that something widely practiced from the ancient times, throughout renaissance to XIX century, was considered as immoral.

Just the division of prostitutes and attitude people towards them asks the question about “harmonizing” our opinion in that matter. It seems that reflection on the idea of prostitution is really important. General definition is quite clear- it is providing sexual services in the name of any profits. (It is possible of course to discuss artistic prostitution, etc. but this phenomenon only borrows just the term to describe some similar behaviors. There’s no need to go beyond human sexuality, speaking on this subject.) Here however some can find some lack of accuracies. It is certainly very difficult to define “sexual service”, where would it suppose to begin and finish. The same case is with the term of “profit”, whether it is only money or any other material means, or even any other. Professor Gajda from Lublin’s University in Poland in one on his books presents very peculiar point of view:

Apart from official harlotry, there is other one growing without any money, but never without interest. It is just having sex in work places, between friends, neighbors, counting on promotion, pay rise, or just to confirm acceptance.

This acceptance case is much more difficult than promotion or pay rise, which can be easily included to reasons of harlotry. Here there is some problem. Every grown up physically and emotionally person, doesn’t matter gender, seeks for acceptance. Thinking this way, every person who decides for “one night stand” for instance is a prostitute literally. There is nothing wrong in seeking for acceptance from the partner. Polish sexologist Kazimierz Imieliński doesn’t have any problem with defining the term “profit”:

The fact that the definition of prostitution includes “taking fees” is important, because it separates the person who takes profit from the person who pays for the service. The important thing is the materiality of fee, which separates customer from provider; the customer gets after all sexual satisfaction, which also could be considered as special form of “fee”.

From this point of view, Gajda’s theory seems to be not acceptable. Reflection on prostitution implicates clear division on customer and service provider. Imieliński goes further, making the definition more accurate: selling body to more than one person (not on one time of course). It is rational because it excludes these women living with a man for longer, receiving some material profits from that sort of relationship. On the other hand, according to that definition, if the girl is so not competent that she can get only one customer, there is no way to consider her as a prostitute.

7/17/2008

queries on unmet emotions

i just met the biggest ingratitude ever... transport system turned its back to me...




so please, keep complaining on the amount of cctv cameras in this city, well that's not really creative to be honest. well I feel like a movie star in central london, being filmed so many times during the day. don't really mind it that much as I really do taking my noble person for god knows who and embarassing me in front of fellow commuters... i should get some artistic profit on it now. or at least become a rebel. oh dear... hasta la victoria siempre...

ps. got left brokenhearted by london transport system... that's just luck

7/07/2008

I

The life of people living in the contemporary European culture is rather based on the Christian ethics principals. It’s nothing revealing to claim, that the heritage of this civilization is the ancient Greece and Rome contribution as well as the development of the Catholic Church. . The evolution of the criticism (let’s stay with the Kant meaning of the word) brought some issues, which few centuries before hadn’t bothered anyone, or they hadn’t existed at all. I mean here modern issues of bioethics, philosophy of politics, sociology etc. One of these questions, always live, is prostitution. For most people the case is evident. It is something morally forbidden, and any questioning and discussing on that matter shouldn’t happen. Thanks to that sort of attitude, or even hater towards people related to that business, prostitutes both genders, procurers, people renting places for their needs. It is really difficult to limit aversion that size, based in the one of the biggest religions, therefore any reflection about it is considered upfront in the theoretical investigation sphere, and it probably will not give any practical results. The effort of researching is worth after all, because this issue is exceptionally present, and despite loud pro and contra voices, is still not able to reach any audience. There is a very specific taboo over this subject. Even if it’s considered, it’s not being taken seriously, always with the “oldest profession” label. Even though there are some opinions that in fact it isn’t the oldest occupation, there is no doubt that prostitution appeared, maybe not in a consistent shape, in precivilization times.

The term’s Latin origin is prostituo and means to be devoted to harlotry. It is possible to find in a Longman dictionary a prostitute described as: someone, especially a woman, who earns money by having sex with people. The term harlotry is described in www.thefreedictionary.com as: The word harlot nowadays refers to a particular kind of woman, but interestingly it used to refer to a particular kind of man. The word is first recorded in English in a work written around the beginning of the 13th century, meaning "a man of no fixed occupation, vagabond, beggar," and soon afterwards meant "male lecher." Already in the 14th century it appears as a deprecatory word for a woman, though exactly how this meaning developed from the male sense is not clear. For a time the word could also refer to a juggler or jester of either sex, but by the close of the 17th century its usage referring to males had disappeared.

There is one of more interesting, although not the best case study, F.S.P. Dufour’s “The History of Prostitution”. At the early stage of this phenomenon he describes three kinds of prostitution: cult, hospitable and legal, state-controlled. According to him, the very first was the hospitable form. The husband used to give his wife to any guest, in exchange expecting good fortune for him and his village. Stranger in these times was considered as a good omen, and it was everyone’s duty to give all honors to him. The cult kind is to prostitute in the temple area, or inside. Women were supposed to give all profit to the temple. Dufour puts a birthplace of both of them in Chaldea.

That cult prostitution (...) is something historically proven, although it may be considered as something extremely bizarre, or even not probable. Prophet Baruch (…) used to complain about the prostitution’s existence and described (…) shameful facts in so-called “Jeremiah’s Letter”. He showed women, which, wearing hackamores used to sit on the edge of the road, smoking fragrances. When one of them is chosen by any man, she starts laughing at her companions, pointing that the others weren’t considered as worth pleasing a man.

7/04/2008

that other side



someone told me a theory about the other side of person. doesn't matter the theory itself. i still disagree. i just find it very calming if i can cover a piece of paper with any kind of ink or anything that leaves marks on any paper like surface. the subject is really irrelevant. or even nonexisting. after all is so much interesting to show negative emotions, ugliness, obsession, fanatism, etc. it's impossible in this case to draw pictures for kids, showing circus, flowers, happines in general. well, if they paid me enough, why not... so this is the word to my friends that said that the drawing above is disturbing. well, yes, i'm depressed weirdo, i do agree..


if i get better with these drawings, and older, got more experience and fan club i'm gonna say that the person of illustrator or however you call it is not essential in the process of recepting any visual development, or artistic piece if you prefer this way. therefore his feelings, emotions, life story or personal preferences are totaly useless as they disturb viewer reaching his own... well or maybe i'm wrong...



but til then i continue developing crap drawings. it's better than meditation. almost purification...



or is it just a joke after all...

6/30/2008

oh dear


oh dear... don't travel around london after 11pm, don't travel after important football game. if you insist, avoid bus stops. under any circumstances don't give cigarettes to anyone. and the most important, don't change buses in west london. if so, try to avoid reggae clubs, which happened to be next to your bus stop. the only good thing that might happen there is some chap handing you your one pound, which you left in a machine, trying to top up oyster card after few drinks. try not to look like "oh hi, yes you can talk to me how stoned you are, how would you like me to keep your company, etc" well, no, it won't be nice girl, which just got lost and needs a man. more likely it's going to be old jamaican lad with head full of scars. oh, and remember, don't let him get on the same bus... i know, it's so difficult, all these tempting things. after all, that what you do to get whiskey/coke somewhere willesden green at 2 in the morning.

let's say that was introduction, the real reason of this post is that ladbroke grove early afternoon, seen from earl percy pub looks really nice. nevermind

old stuff