Wednesday, February 18

Result of lay-offs?

Just now I started to lose trust and respect in International Herald Tribune/New York Times.

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First this: (link)

Wednesday, February 25

The Associated Press
Published: February 18, 2009

Today is Wednesday, Feb. 25, the 56th day of 2009. There are 309 days left in the year.

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And then also this: (link)

Key facts about Kosovo, which marks the first anniversary of its independence declaration on Tuesday:

LAND: Kosovo covers about 4,200 square miles (10,900 square kilometers) — roughly one-third the size of Belgium — and borders Albania and Macedonia. The central area around the capital, Pristina, is lowlands. There are mountains elsewhere.

How about Montenegro and Serbia? Or this data is still from the time when Kosovo was still a province of the country called "Yugoslavia" or later renamed "Serbia and Montenegro"?

private brand management

Similarly as the Latvian state I have gone bankrupt. Even though I need to work on my project about the human security issues in the Republic of Kosovo/a one year after independence, I spent most of today looking for a job. And I encountered a problem. How to brand myself? How to get rid of certain brands?
When you have finished communication science, you kind of stuck in journalism or PR even if you feel it's not really your thing. Once you have finished economics... hmm... a bit difficult one, it's better if you have finished accounting or marketing - some more practical things usual people understand. When you start combining economics, capital markets, volunteer work, politics, Eurasia and the Balkans, people really start to get confused what to do with you :) I don't blame them as I have problems myself. But why do we need so much to stick some brand or label and to categorize? I think I have a record that I can do a job and do it well, and I learn things fast. Why can't an ex-banker work as a waiter if he or she wants? What's your problem people?
You know - I have never been much into brands

Sunday, February 15

amazing world

I am now sitting at home in Salaspils, Latvia. Yesterday night was flying from Skavsta to Riga, looking down at the vanishing lights of Nyköping and thinking how crazy it would seem just 20 years ago... well it is still crazy. I paid 2 SEK for my return plane ticket from Sweden to Latvia! You cannot buy anything for this money in Sweden. Not even Latvia anymore... maybe a box of matches still. Going home for a week costs the same as if I lived in Nyköping because I only paid for the train ticket. When I told this to a friend yesterday, he gave me 2 Swedish crowns - paid for my plane home, hehe :)

And another thing this morning - I open my Facebook account (that how we learn to know everything nowadays, all the newest gossips), there are some adds on the right side. And you know what they offer me? To subscribe for tampons! So I would never need to worry anymore if I have forgotten to buy them!

And the not so funny thing (though some of my friends find it funny), I will return to an empty room because the guy who lived in this room before finally removed his furniture. And I dont have any money now to buy furniture, even from IKEA. So, please, maybe you have something you dont need? Donate me some furniture!

Thursday, February 12

Rocket Scientist ©

I cannot choose a life, one single life.

Kā par vilku domā...

Vakar biju uz pullsjumpu, bija daudz cilvēku... lēkāju, lēkāju un domāju savas domas, par savu zviedru valodas skolotāju, kam aizrakstīju meilu par saviem parādiem, vai ir jau atbildējusi... un man atkal nav īsti laika tos kopsavilkumus (šeit es izmantoju Tildes vāŗdnīcu, lai vārdu summary pārtulkotu uz latviešu valodu... diezgan traki) rakstītu. Un... tajā pašā brīdī skolotāja kristalizējas acu priekšā. Tā cilvēku var reāli pārbaidīt. Kā par vilku domā, ta vilks lēkā acu priekšā.

Braucu sestdien uz mājām. Rakstīšu savu individuālo pētījumu no turienes. Kāda gan šķirba. Ka tikai vēl zinātu, par ko rakstīt.

Sunday, February 1

jOl reggelt

I am now sitting in McDonalds in Mamut in Budapest, watching Grey's Anatomy. And seems there is an internet connection. Just the problem is that they really don't speak English here... I don't go often to McDonalds and I did not notice that it is so early (well, most of the things are closed on Sunday morning), so I asked for BigMac -
- No, Nem or just decisive shaking of the head, - REGGELI
- Ok, I will take that Reggeli whatever it is, looks good. Reggeli McDonalds?
And only then I got it that it is probably breakfast.

It was also fun in the Skopje airport. My flight was at 5:00 am and it was the first flight. Ok, I checked in and was reading my Security Studies waiting till the Security Check will open... till only 10 min is left and on the information board I see that it's "Last Call" for Budapest. But the entrance to the passport and Security check is still closed. I go to ask in the information. Hehe, I am sent to the Malev desk (by the way, interesting why?). The guy at the Malev says that if i check in I should be just waiting... Poleka, poleka
After a couple of minutes some guys started to appear from the gate area and soon also the door was opened. Maybe 4:55.

Bombardier Q400 planes do not have the oxygen masks and the saloon lights never go off...

And then I am in Budapest Ferihegy, reading my Security Studies and observing two guys in black with pistols and automatic guns on their bellies. Where the hell the world is going?