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Not sure how to post here anymore - there's no "post to blog" option :(

My dear friends, I'm sorry for any possible delay with replying to what you send me here. I sign in to Categorian very rarely. I'll be happy to see you on FB and on Pinterest (it's now possible to exchange messages there as well)

I wonder why my Cat blog is M-rated. Mature/Not safe for work. Can anyone tell me what's so M/NSFW about this page? I'm puzzled :)

Marie Spartali Stillman. The Enchanted Garden of Messer Ansaldo (1889)

The painting was inspired by a story from Boccaccio's Decameron about Messer Ansaldo's love for Madonna Dionara, the virtuous wife of another man. In order to win her heart he resorts to sorcery and makes the garden blossom in the midst of winter.

Happy Easter!

Христос Воскресе!

Krung thep mahanakhon bovorn ratanakosin mahintharayutthaya mahadilok pop noparatratchathani burirom udomratchanivetmahasathan amornpiman avatarnsathit sakkathattiyavisnukarmprasit – this is the 167-letter formal name for the city of Bangkok, making it the longest name in the world.

"… And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, to a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin's name was Mary…" (Luke 1:26-27)

Hi Qi (China). Annunciation

Feb 20, 2012 marks the beginning of Maslenitsa in Russia – the last week before Great Lent.

Yesterday we said good-bye to meat till Easter, and next Monday will do away with fish, eggs and dairy products as well.
'Maslenitsa' means 'Butter Week', though it would be more accurate to call it 'Pancake Week' as the basic food of the week is blini – thin pancakes made from wheat flour. Every day of Maslenitsa has its own name and traditions.

Monday is called 'Welcoming Day', the first day when blini – originally symbols of the Sun – began to be made. Friday is called 'Mother-in-law's Day', when sons-in-law are treated to blini by their mothers-in-law, whereas Sunday is known as 'Forgiving Sunday', when people ask one another for forgiveness so as to begin their spiritual journey of Lent 'pure in heart' (though it's on Forgiving Sunday that most fights and accidents occur as it's the day of street parties all over the country) :)


"As web companies strive to tailor their services (including news and search results) to our personal tastes, there's a dangerous unintended consequence: We get trapped in a "filter bubble" and don't get exposed to information that could challenge or broaden our worldview. Eli Pariser argues powerfully that this will ultimately prove to be bad for us and bad for democracy. "

Now I feel guilty about being annoyed with my colleague, who would ask me to help her find something on the Internet. She would phone me, I would go to, she would enter the same words in the search bar as I did and... saw nothing of what I saw on "my" Google. Back then, I suspected her of doing something wrong. Eli Parisier helped me solve the mystery.

It's sad to know that the Internet is not so democratic and freedom-filled a place as it seems.

True love stories never have endings (R. Bach)
Fairy Tale by Miroslav Holub

He built himself a house,
his foundations,
his stones,
his walls,
his roof overhead,
his chimney and smoke,
his view from the window.

He made himself a garden,
his fence,
his thyme,
his earthworm,
his evening dew.

He cut out his bit of sky above.

And he wrapped the garden in the sky
and the house in the garden
and packed the lot in a handkerchief
and went off
lone as an arctic fox
through the cold
into the world.

yellow and orange fighting the drabness and depression of reality .

Merry Christmas!

Giraffe and a Half
by Shel Silverstein

If you had a giraffe...
and he stretched another half...
you would have a giraffe and a half.

If he put on a hat and inside lived a rat...
you would have a giraffe and a half
with a rat in his hat.

If you dressed him in a suit and he looked very cute...
you would have a giraffe and a half
with a rat in his hat
looking cute in a suit.

If you glued a rose to the tip of his nose...
you would have a giraffe and a half
with a rat in his hat
looking cute in a suit
with a rose on his nose.

If a bumbley old bee stung him right on the knee...
you would have a giraffe and a half
with a rat in his hat
looking cute in a suit
with a rose on his nose
and a bee on his knee.

If he put on a shoe and then stepped in some glue...
you would have a giraffe and a half
with a rat in his hat
looking cute in a suit
with a rose on his nose
and a bee on his knee
and some glue on his shoe...

There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes - the garden is my heart!

I love winter in spite of its occasional cold waves and frosty mornings when it's so cold that I sometimes forget where I'm heading (and I'm in the process of arriving at work) because I'm focusing on keeping warm while waiting for the bus.
December is full of magic(k) and anticipation...
Winter, I love you! :)

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