http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:ratatouil&section=today deviantART RSS for by:ratatouil en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Sun, 27 Dec 2009 07:27:13 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/28553434/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/28553434/ Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:27:10 PST here, there, everywhere, nowhere.
with no expectations whatsoever.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/28219892/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/28219892/ Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:16:34 PST
Ο Εκπαιδευτικός Θανάσης Λερούνης, πρόεδρος της ΜΚΟ « ΈΛΛΗΝΕΣ ΕΘΕΛΟΝΤΕΣ», έμενε για μεγάλα χρονικά διαστήματα στις Κοιλάδες των Καλλάσα στο ΒΔ Πακιστάν από το 1995 μέχρι σήμερα προσφέροντας εθελοντικά τις υπηρεσίες του για την πραγματοποίηση έργων κοινής ωφέλειας (σχολεία, νοσοκομεία, έργα ύδρευσης, κλπ ) .

Τα ξημερώματα της Τρίτης 08/09/2009, ομάδα πολυάριθμων ενόπλων εισέβαλε στο ΚΑΛΛΑΣΑΝΤΟΥΡ - το Πολιτιστικό Κέντρο των Καλλάσα, όπου διέμενε και μετά από μακελειό που κατέληξε στο θάνατο ενός αστυνομικού απήγαγαν το Θανάση Λερούνη στα βουνά του Αφγανιστάν.

Οι Γιατροί του Κόσμου σε συνεργασία με τους «Έλληνες Εθελοντές» ανέλαβαν πρωτοβουλία συλλογής υπογραφών με αίτημα την άμεση απελευθέρωση του Έλληνα Εθελοντή.

Η υπογραφή και η φωνή σας έχουν καθοριστική σημασία για την απελευθέρωση του.

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_{apologies for not being able to follow commenting on deviant art. i am in the middle of something massive that has drained every drop of my time. i may resume activity when i am done. if there's one thing the internet taught me is to keep my words short.}

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/27673414/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/27673414/ Fri, 09 Oct 2009 17:47:14 PDT randomly turned my head backwards and spotted a car parked right outside my house. i get pissed with such things.
paper and pen, "please do not park here", and right on i moved to that car and pinned down the message on its wipers.
it was my car, the one i just got out of...

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/26736065/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/26736065/ Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:33:59 PDT
]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/26337664/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/26337664/ Sun, 02 Aug 2009 12:50:59 PDT FAITH NO MORE!!!

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/26031209/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/26031209/ Sat, 18 Jul 2009 18:16:33 PDT it is not about "being able" to maintain blablah. it does not have to do with ability or intelligence or determination.
it is about the position you were sewn on the matrix before you even knew you were a knot.
it is all about circumstances, your dna and the dna of another 2, 10 or 100000 creatures of your "immediate environment".
struggling, persistence, ready-to-fire plan Bs and plan Cs and Ds even for a lifetime might not lead you anywhere, if the universe doesn't want it.
"the universe" is something more than what is mentioned in that silly, new-age fairytale, you know which.
my views.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24856030/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24856030/ Wed, 20 May 2009 12:47:32 PDT
i have totally forgot what night sleep is about, since i came to the point i stay up until 12 noon next day, sleep for 3-4 hours until 4 pm, then on working until next day noon etc. and live on painkillers, while i feel the blood in my head pumping up.

if anyone is wondering why all this tremendous stress and killer work schedule, i am sorry, i can't answer your question. all i can say is that even like that, i am only dealing with the absolute basics within the context of my current life's requirements.


k.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24806904/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24806904/ Sun, 17 May 2009 14:35:05 PDT i will stick around for another couple of journals.
i am extremely occupied with things i never chose to, every person i guess carries a load that is not always easy to just get rid of. like if you get caught in a giant sticky bubblegum. but i won't get into detail, cause i don't want to disappoint my younger friends who are still romantic about clenching fists and climbing mountains and changing everything etc., neither to engage in a theoretical conversation.

coincidentally, two good friends on two different occasions separated by a week's span are releasing two overwhelming records that will take the scene by storm. i will write one journal for each cause they deserve it and cause i know how much they've gone through, both are active musicians for the past 15-20 years. the dates to watch for are:

May 23rd : J. Kriste, Master Of Disguise (aka Lefteris Moumtzis) - " Girls, Ghosts and Gods " ( featuring Alkinoos Ioannidis & Manolis Famellos ) on Puzzlemusik label ( same label that released Monika's " Avatar " )

June 1st : Common Sense - " Time Stood Still " ( the return of one of the most lyrical Greek alternative bands with female vocals after their 1996 " Sun Comes Up " LP ), to be followed by a Gagarin gig and some other stuff.

more on these two, when i get some time in the following dayz.




ps. to " request critique " mas marane edw mesa.. ola t' alla taxame..

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24739531/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24739531/ Wed, 13 May 2009 15:06:22 PDT
iamx - song of imaginary beings
http:// www. youtube.com/watch ? v = f3Da6v0IlXc

polichinel - les 2 orchidees
http: //www. polichinel. fr/ (click Music - track 2)

beth gibbons - lonely carousel
http: //www. myspace.com /bethgibbonsoutofseason

common sense - lighthouse (from their upcoming record, so honoured to have a media copy)
http: //www. facebook.com /pages/ Common-Sense-GR / 51476693508

j. kriste, master of disguise - treesong (YES, it's the upcoming record by lefteris that will take the scene by storm, will get back to this in a few days)
http: //www. myspace.com/ jkristemasterofdisguise


join the spaces to get the links as usual.
spot the correct track, not whatever pops out playing.
none of the above are rated lower than 10/10.
your patience will pay off.
listen to the entire last song suggestion, to the ENTIRE. Lefteris will make it big!
my break is over, I'm off back to my working pit.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24681153/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24681153/ Sun, 10 May 2009 06:52:27 PDT ola ta paidika mou xronia..

_{delete opou yparxei space gia na vgei to link, gamw to da mou mesa tetoies stigmes}



]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24517926/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24517926/ Sun, 03 May 2009 07:02:55 PDT The Spheres, a very eclectic site on graphics and photography. The Spheres are also accompanied by n-sphere, a monthly issue of a pdf zine which can be downloaded here. In this month's issue, I waste one of their pages answering some questions.

Some of my work that will be exhibited online through The Spheres has never been displayed anywhere before, including Deviant Art. They are like the "hidden tracks" to my album.

Big big thanks to ~anemic-cinema for making me that feature offer I couldn't resist. More info -and above all, clearer info on what this is about- can be found on anemic-cinema's latest journal entry.

I am sorry if I will not be able to follow extensive commenting or noting or interactivity regarding this. Don't take it personally. No free time at all.



EDIT: I will be spamming your inboxes with updated versions and rearranging stuff for another two doses, whenever I steal some time.
Lady Ovarrea will reappear as a new standalone version, apologies to the people who added it to their favs yesterday, as I changed back to the old image and moved that version to scraps.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24239692/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24239692/ Tue, 14 Apr 2009 14:02:56 PDT Το Σύνδρομο Της Χιονάτης που παίζει στο σινεμά στη Συγγρού. Ο Άγγελος Σπάρταλης είναι καινούργιος και υποσχόμενος σκηνοθέτης, η ταινία έχει και κόμικ και animation. εδώ έχει άλλο ένα link. Στην ταινία εμφανίζεται και τραγουδάει κιόλας η φίλη μου η Τατιάνα από τους Common Sense που είναι φωνάρα και η μπάντα τους έχει γράψει ιστορία και είναι δέκα φορές καλύτερη από τις σημερινές που τις λένε κάτι σαν calvin klein in pyjamas marries the boy in peru.

Πριν ή μετά ή και ανεξάρτητα αν δείτε την ταινία ή όχι, να πάτε στο facebook στη σελίδα των Common Sense. Εκεί έχει κάτι βιντεάκια. Έχει και κουμπί που το πατάς και κάνει show all. Να δείτε και να ακούσετε οπωσδήποτε το The Burning Clown, και να σκεφτείτε ότι τέτοια ήτανε τα βινύλια των early nineties που σκάγαμε τα τριχίλιαρα οι τοτινοί. Το κομμάτι είναι 15 χρονών και το βίντεο το σκηνοθέτησε πάλι ο Σπάρταλης. Όπως και το animation βίντεοκλιπ για το Lighthouse που αυτό είναι από τα καινούργια τους κομμάτια. Και αρχινάει και λίγο τύπου "my young love said to me, meet me down by the gallow tree" που είναι ένα παραδοσιακό ιρλανδικό τραγούδι που με συγκινεί ιδιαίτερα και νομίζω το λένε she moved through the fair και κάποια σχέση έχει η μελωδία του και με το belfast child των simple minds.

Μετά σκεφτείτε: μαπουζούμε πια? και εμένα μη με μπλέξετε με όλα αυτά, έχω πολλά προβλήματα. Αλλά έπρεπε να τα διαφημίσω όλα αυτά γιατί τα παιδιά όλοι που εμπλέκονται στα παραπάνω είναι γαμώ τα παιδιά και ταλεντάρες και να τους στηρίζουμε παντοιοτρόπως και με περισσόπτερους από έναν τρόπους.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24058392/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/24058392/ Sat, 04 Apr 2009 13:12:04 PDT
The Spheres is a beautifully crafted site dedicated mostly to photography and photography-related digital arts. Every month a "guest room" is opened, featuring the work of an individual artist for a one-month show. For April, The Spheres will be peeping into the visual world of mister Fernando Manchado.

The Spheres are also accompanied by n-sphere, a monthly issue of a pdf zine which can be downloaded here.

Flattered is too little a word to describe how I felt, as I have been offered to be the featured artist (yay!!) in The Sphere guest room for next month, that is May. I will be presenting my GRAPHIC DESIGN work and will be featured in the monthly issue of n-sphere. For this purpose, I have reworked on about twenty of my pieces. Some of them will remind very little of the prototype. This marks a tiny tiny step forward for me, which I'd never take hadn't I been given the motive to do so. The new / revamped works will not be submitted to DA until they are published there and that is a personal commitment I took, besides the fact I already consider deviant art spiraling downwards to the case of a lost case. There will be a reminder later, for any lost soul that is still sick enough to care about what I been up to creative-wise. For this month's pdf issue, one of my images is featured on page 8 as a spoiler for next month. However, April's pdf issue is all about mister Fernando Manchado PLUS the extravagant fetish-surreal art of mister Pierre Molinier (R.I.P.).

More info -and above all, clearer info- can be found on anemic-cinema’s latest journal entry.
~anemic-cinema is one half of The Sphere initiative, and the person I owe a million thanks for the feature offer.

Above all, ~anemic-cinema is one of the few deviants left, whom I consider true artists, contrary to the vast mud walls of crap abundant on this undercover social network. (Which, admittedly however, did produce a pioneer chance for some to showcase, express and interact beyond the social network aspect).

You can mostly enjoy her work here on flickr.
Here is my favorite collection of hers.




_{PS. I am battling the consequences of a flood in an old, standalone yard room where I kept all my rare archives of objects, books and magazines. I had to move out more than 3 tons of stuff which was all secured and painfully classified a couple years back, cause water, hell & mould & moss broke loose through the wall shared with neighbour's corrupted and leaking water pipe system. I managed to save all, but it will be a long long procedure to repair furniture and wall on my side and an even longer to lift and move back the hundreds of heavy boxes and thousands of rare mags, books, etc. Much more stuff than what can be found in an entire family's full house. blablablabla (ad lib to fade).}

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23870098/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23870098/ Tue, 24 Mar 2009 16:43:40 PDT
busy. upset. cop violence video and justice fiasko (who pronounced ten cop-torturers innocent despite a mind-blowing 45-minute video revealing faces and facts) are taking cyprus by storm. eventually people are out in the streets asking for dignity. one of the two people been brutally beaten up was a friend of mine. markos, from the '90s band blueray, later to evolve as a promising experimental musician in the '00s. he left cyprus forever after the incident. argentina, now uk. for ever.
more info (greek only): here

working on new graphics, won't upload on DA until they first appear where they are supposed to appear. big thanks to ~anemic-cinema ,one of the most extravagantly talented deviants and underground multitaskers for the opportunity offered.

one more beloved person leaving this site. i've quit counting. it's more than a dozen. the finest souls leave this site. and it's not a coincidence. this place has shifted tons from what it used to be.

mr fred of pimlico, hemel hempstead leaving back for uk. he has been my late father's most faithful friend since the colonial '50s, visiting annually. an ex-athlete in his '80s now, a nice chap, who -believe it or not- talks even more than me.. it's because of mr. fred that i am now as fluent on driving the M1 as if it were my everyday route. gosh, he had been repeating the exits and crosses for three days..

in love with this singer / girl that goes by the name of casey mosley. she is the frontwoman of flyleaf, a so-called christian band that broke into the mainstream. she got married last september however arghh.

windows 7 = a charm. takes about half the ram needed for vista to run. been beta-testing it for some time now. however i am of the few -i guess- who also consider vista a step forward and have a positive view on that as well. as long as you get by the glitches and have a nice 3gb of ram. nothing like the tiger or the leopard however. mac is just up there, in the sky with diamonds.

hectic schedule. mother's health deteriorated rapidly but is now stable. only person i am left in this bloody world.

painting an old '50s prestcold fridge blue. removed the motor using heavy tools and a damaged wrist, removed pipes and the freon gas and even found a dead mouse when pulling the fridge's intestines out.

archived a pile of documents, which put one top of other were taller than me. a few dozen thousand pages. read one by one, broader family material of issues dating fifty years backwards. three months behind closed doors. mariliza once put it the best possible way: a piano fell on me from third floor.

planes. why all the fuss? if the earth is truly rotating why don't we just climb vertically in helicopter-type machines and stay still, waiting for say, france, to pass below. or at least whichever place is on our parallel considering the angle of earth's rotation. save in costs, the earth moves faster than planes. works best when you want to move west i think.

crisis. why don't we just print the money we lack? there must be an .eps file of the dollar and the euro somewhere, ain't? i know ours were printed in finland. so why don't we just politely ask the finnish typographer guy to print some more? he'll know all about the original paper specs, inking, bleed, watermarks. legally.

traffic. queues extending five miles to the north, ten miles to the south. twenty minutes drive from my door to the stop sign 400 metres away. ninety minutes to the supermarket. four hours round trip to supermarket. average value for regular day in nicosia. no pavement to alternatively walk. 1 in 8 drivers drunk or on drugs upon statistics.

lefteris having his first solo record out in greece in may. he asked me for some specific help regarding bios and press releases. i am proud of him. i declined however, things are too fucked up with mum's health. he will have a release party somewhere in may. he will be all over tv in greece as the new alkinoos i suppose. talking of whom, they toured together. it's nice to see people you farted and burped together like pigs become famous.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23796231/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23796231/ Fri, 20 Mar 2009 14:33:57 PDT
this is written from another person's computer, mostly to inform several people -they know who they are- with whom i still communicate either within or outside DA, that i will only check for messages rarely and may not be able to respond instantly.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23731464/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23731464/ Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:07:04 PDT




pou malaka?
panw aristera.
mpas ki einai trixa sta blefara.
oi trixes de moiazoun me aktides.
oi ksanthies nai.
ti yponoeis?
tipota. ela anoikse to stoma, wra gia to siropaki mas.

(...oxi tipotallo, ma na me pei gaitano..)

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23177527/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/23177527/ Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:45:53 PST
]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22968425/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22968425/ Mon, 02 Feb 2009 16:37:02 PST Το παρακάτω είναι κατ’ αρχήν ΜΕΓΑΛΟ και μόνο για γενναίους. Κατά δεύτερον, είναι ακατάλληλο προς ανάγνωση αν συντρέχει οποιαδήποτε διαδικασία μασουλήματος, κατάποσης, ή σε χρονική στιγμή αμέσως πριν ή αμέσως μετά από φαγητό. Το πολύ τσίχλα. (και εννοείται δεν έκανα proof-reading και θα ακολουθήσουν χίλια edit) piaf.



Ο Λουκάνικος είναι κολλητός μου. Έχοντας ταξιδέψει με ωτοστόπ στις πέντε ηπείρους και έχοντας ζήσει για μήνες και χρόνια μαζί με φυλές και κοινότητες σε κάθε γωνιά του πλανήτη κάτω από αδιανόητες συνθήκες για πολλούς από μας, εδώ και δυο χρόνια παντρεύτηκε και έφτιαξε τη δική του οικογένεια και διορίστηκε καθηγητής Φυσικής σε ένα λύκειο εδώ στη Λευκωσία. Αυτό το «άλμα» προς τη λογική και τον πολιτισμό τον άφησε ευάλωτο σε απλά πράγματα τα οποία τον ξαφνιάζουν ή τα οποία αρνείται να διαχειριστεί χωρίς να τα εξερευνήσει κιόλας. Και εδώ ακριβώς είναι που συναντώνται οι δρόμοι μας, αυτός βοηθάει στα δικά μου απλά –που εγώ κι αν δυσκολεύομαι να διαχειριστώ παρά μόνο όταν γίνουν πολύπλοκα- και η αφεντιά μου όσο μπορώ στα δικά του. Εδώ και 20 χρόνια (με κάποια «γεωγραφικά» διαλείμματα ) στήνουμε το δικό μας χορό λέξεων στις πιο ακατάλληλες στιγμές, που με ένα «παφ» συχνά εξατμίζεται στην παρουσία τρίτου.



*κτυπάει τηλέφωνο*
*το σηκώνω, δεν προλαβαίνω να μιλήσω*

Λ – ρε βασικά θέλω να χέσω..
Κ – ελεύθερα ρε, κλείσε πρώτα, να σου θυμίσω ότι εσύ πήρες..
Λ – όχι, δεν κατάλαβες, φράκαρε η λεκάνη και δεν πάνε κάτω τα σκατά..
Κ – αρνούνται;
Λ – παντελώς, το νερό απ’ το καζανάκι γεμίζει τη λεκάνη, μα το όλον δεν κάνει «φαπ»..
Κ – πώς να κάνει;
Λ – «φαπ» ρε, συνώνυμο του «γλουπ», αλλά με κατεύθυνση Φάληρο.. κι έχω και γυναίκα έγκυο..
Κ – λογικό, θα ταν πρόβλημα αν ήταν άντρας..
Λ – έχεις καμιά ιδέα;
Κ – δεν κατέχω από εγκυμοσύνες.. συν ότι είμαι δυστυχισμένος αυτό τον καιρό, με βλέπω άστεγο σύντομα με την κάπα να κρύβει το πρόσωπο, καμπουριασμένο στα σκαλιά.. ααααχχ, γιατί νά ‘μαι πάντα εξαίρεση; ο κόσμος χαζεύει περιστέρια που τσιμπολογάνε στα πλακόστρωτα, μωρά να τσουλάνε κιτρινοπράσινα ποδήλατα τετράτροχα στα πλακόστρωτα..
Λ – πού τα είδες τόσα πλακόστρωτα;
Κ – εγώ πουθενά, για τον κόσμο γενικά λέω..
Λ – κανείς δεν είναι τόσο ευτυχισμένος όσο φαντάζεσαι.. ελάχιστο απέχεις απ’ τα πλακόστρωτα.. θά ‘θελες νά ‘σουν φλώρος;
Κ - ..αν μού ‘διναν ένα πλακόστρωτο..
Λ – θα μου πεις τώρα για τα σκατά;
K – ξέρεις αυτό με το φιδάκι;
Λ – ποιο;
Κ - ..να πάρεις έναν υδραυλικό τηλέφωνο, αυτοί έχουνε κάτι πράματα σαν φίδια..
Λ - ..μαλάκα πρέπει να σου βρούμε γκόμενα όσο είναι καιρός..
Κ - ..άκου ρε. το σπρώχνουνε το φίδι απ’ τη χέστρα, αυτό γυρίζει ξέρω γω..
Λ – γυρίζει;
Κ - ..περιστρέφεται. και πάει πάσα κακό. το λένε απόφραξη.
Λ - ..το παίρνω λίγο προσωπικά. με ξέρεις εμένα,... ]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22879512/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22879512/ Thu, 29 Jan 2009 05:40:05 PST
I can’t recall the hows and the whys. Alex sat on a desk, waving his legs back and forth in the air, and I, forced by urge, kneeled and opened the box. Dust, more dust, books, some white shirts packed in twisted rolls. And little packets. Dull, brownish-wrapped little packets of various shapes with my name on. As if ready to be sent by post long ago, minus the stamps. And there was this dominant one, the blue. A peculiar shade of blue, basically flat and oblong. My name written on with a marker, plus an adjective in brackets as middle name. Taking a closer look, the same applied on all other little boxes, but with a twist. Different words in brackets written alone on the opposite side of where my name was, as if the sender implied I solve a little teaser first.

I’d actually never know if I hadn’t opened the box myself, forced by urge.. “Man, it’s..”, I turned to Alex. “As if you didn’t know..” he said back.

Classroom number two: Too many people, too many desks, too many fuss. We squeezed each other in. I caught you with the corner of my eye, trying to slip through queue and slide to a desk in the back. I came over and stood against you. With a gesture that seemed perfectly appropriate at the moment, I gently rubbed your tummy over the thin fabric of your pinky-creamish sweater and whispered “thanks for it all”.. You barely lifted your eyes from the floor and whispered back “you have to know that I, even when the bad, did not..” “Shhhhh...” I stopped you. “I know. Just thanks for it all...”

The class settled. I was called by the teacher to use “the machine”, as the only one who supposedly managed. The lesson was scheduled to be a chemistry one. Yet, I was in front of this ‘80s atari-type standalone video game monitor, against the class board, asked to navigate. The tools were a broken joystick and its ball-ish head aside which acted more as an interference rather than aid. The more I moved the joystick, the more the standalone ball zoomed in and randomly rotated a map on the monitor. All I could see was this huge map of this pitiful island called cyprus zooming in and in, the north coastline tilting to the west, the south pointing upwards, zooming further in, the coastline not fitting in display anymore, and it was like I had the vastness of Nevada, Utah, Idaho and Arizona to choose focus point from. The class muted as if the ball had a go, and I was in cold sweat, like a Salenberger with twenty seconds available to spot the impossible water-landing space in either Nevada, Utah, Idaho, or Arizona.

You took a step forward and stood against my back in front of the whole class. By pure instinct, I shifted the landing priority in favor of turning my head to face you. The ball kept the class in mute. Coincidence over intention, I presumed. “I wanted you to have this”, you spoke out in determined voice, while simply standing there, bare-handed.

I leaned my hand. You took one further little step in my direction. The class teacher was this uncle of mine, Nikos, who passed away a couple of weeks ago. A miniature figure -we could face each other spite of him standing inbetween. A naive man, to the pointless smile extreme and as low profile as tile no. 2554 on the class floor.

" Please miss, move back to you seat! ", uncle-equivalent-to-tile no. 2554, rose his voice. This was as unexpected as a Leonard Cohen rap on the bridge of Suzanne.

The frame froze milliseconds after.
The ball had done it again.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22764966/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22764966/ Fri, 23 Jan 2009 16:56:01 PST terry tibbs goes out for pee, DA polls turn orange. that's bloody fancier than iodine over starch.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22612648/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22612648/ Fri, 16 Jan 2009 11:09:27 PST i woke up early in the morning today with the heaviest chest penetrating pain ever, unable to breath. like an elephant sat on my chest and like someone was horizontally slicing me in two. i refuse to accept the idea of something going terribly wrong, besides i live on a road with such heavy traffic outside my door, that no ambulance can ever approach in less than two hours. the thing is, this pain is still on after like 12 hours, and frankly, i'm a bit scared. past professional experience rings some bells (heart, lungs, in the best case reflux) though six months ago i was diagnosed as the man with the perfectly functioning heart. since then, some issues caused me too much (sentimental) pain, anxiety and a never-to-be-answered "why", kind of stuff that eats you up slowly.

so, be good -just in case- and try not to be extremely anxious like i am.
the purpose of this journal is that i apologise i will not be able to reply to comments or notes, and i may be gone for some time (if they keep me in hospital). shit, i hope it's not my time yet, i been watching a comedy lately with someone going on like that and i was laughing at his sissy attitude. but now i'm holding my chest with fists.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22595189/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22595189/ Thu, 15 Jan 2009 12:27:18 PST i have never and will never use the da journal service to freely express, narrate absurd stories, display random and peculiar images / objects / collections i possess, share memories, randomize, improvise, analyze, etc. there is something discomforting in here, which further feels discomforting to explain.
i consider using flickr for my efforts in photography / graphics and a blog for the narrative / personal / absurd / visual side of me, which has been suppresed by 99% and never saw the light of day on deviant art.
so, i want a blogging site that is minimal in appearance and has the functionality to blend text and images in the same entry, and also something that does not have to do with numbers, watchers, just a plain box for anyone if they want to comment, and i definitely want a site that will provide some level of privacy and not inform the entire universe, beyond my own will, that i just submitted something.
any suggestions welcome.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22502161/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22502161/ Sat, 10 Jan 2009 08:41:22 PST
- buh?

- hello sir? interestings in our downgradings before upgradings?

- bah you buh bungalows?

- no sir only internet service providings interesting in downgradings before upgradings?

- buh?

- i see sir your interestings.

- bungalows. talk to me!

- how many megabytings sir?

- how many should they be?

- eighteen sir.

- nineteen megabytes then.

- but sir our internet service providings is offering forty megabytings and the winnings of free pigeonings, you only have to give me the name of your accountings sir.

- can i open an account before giving you its name?

- i am afraid that is impossiblings sir, i need the name of your accountings sir in order for the proceedings.

- buh then, b-a-h b-u-h b-e-h bungalows..

- i am sorry sir can you do the repeatings?

- buuuuh, buh?

- did you say buhings sir?

- buh.

- i am sorry sir can you do the repeatings?

- repeatings. talk to me!

- is that your accountings sir?

- buh.

- ok sir, you would be so kind if you do the holdings for a minutes sir?

- holdings. talk to me!

- sir, i am afraid there is a problem with your accountings. we seem to have discovered a pigeonings inside your accountings, we will need forty of your megabytings to proceed with contaminatings.

- don't you have muhhhhbs in stockings?

- i am sorry sir there is no duhhhhvs in my stockings.

- muhhhhbs

- yes sir, duhhhvs.

- MUHHHHBS

- yes sir.

- well, do you or do you not?

- i am sorry sir you seem to be of the offendings to my stockings sir. i will have to not do the proceedings. unless you want to do the repeatings.

- yes. that would be one large pepperoni with double cheese, two double-deckers with red sauce and a fork.

- i am sorry sir we don't do the bus servicings. and i will have to give you the forkings back for your repeatings.









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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22122719/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22122719/ Mon, 22 Dec 2008 16:01:32 PST
it also addressed some even sillier issues like a hope, a chance and a plan.

oh, and a will..

then i remember telling all about merging back my photography into this account, togeher with the graphics, instead of opening a new one.

then -as always- i deleted the whole thing, it was bullshit anyway.

oh, it also included a comparison..

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22060699/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22060699/ Fri, 19 Dec 2008 05:13:23 PST
it is in multiple languages if you scroll down the blog.
thanks to Evie, Panos and the rest of the band Echo Tattoo for spreading the word internationally.

this is a miniscule hint to my non-greek speaking watchers on "what the fuck is all this anarchy about in Greece these days / weeks". I have received messages from distant California that have really upset me on the way they perceived the matter through their own comfortably numb media.

READ. NOW.
[link]

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22034525/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/22034525/ Wed, 17 Dec 2008 15:11:17 PST [link]

note to self: you are now 1000 km away. remember when you were a kid on easter's eve. you held your little candle of holy light, and burnt your minifingers to keep it lit and safe from gusts until it rested on the mantlepiece like a trophy. the past few days you received a candle. you've fought your own demons and argued with your own self against the mirror, you've mumbled over a lost camera, you've argued about how a revolution should be "selective". you've thrown yourself out, you've ear-grabbed yourself in. well, dear self, shut up this time. it's called youth, it's called anger and it's called choking. and a few cosmic moments before, which earthlings call "a decade", in your own 1000 km away, you were upfront waving your own flag, you were absolutely and entirely non-selective using your own fire against the walls of rationale, swearing to jupiter you'd drift apart even your own folks if they dare cross the line of "adulthood". which in math you came down to measure as the critical age of 29. so, yes. you drifted apart after all, it's been 5 years now. just fucking keep apart, don't let solitude bend your way towards the wolves' camp. remember the candle you brought back home. pet the candle. your shoes are size 44 and easy to remove.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21959911/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21959911/ Sat, 13 Dec 2008 08:05:40 PST Needless to talk about how I feel about this..

_{poly treksimo apo simera, allazw pali xwra, gi afto de tha mporw na apantisw se notes gia to pou vriskomai kai ti kanw. oi meres aftes etsi ki alliws einai paraksenes.}


> Τα βρήκαμε κλεισμένα σε ένα
> κουτί και πεταμένα σε ένα κάδο
> απορριμμάτων
> σήμερα το πρωί. Αν δεν είχαμε
> ακούσει το αδύναμο κλάμα τους θα
> τα είχε
> λιώσει ο συμπιεστής των
> υπηρεσιών καθαριότητας χωρίς
> ποτέ να τα έχει
> χαϊδέψει κανείς, χωρίς ποτέ να
> έχουν βουτήξει την μουσούδα τους
> σε ένα χέρι
> που τους δίνει φαγητό. Δεν έχουν
> τίποτε άλλο στον κόσμο από την
> γουνίτσα
> τους και δύο μάτια που ψάχνουν
> απελπισμένα αγάπη. Αυτή είναι η
> περιουσία
> τους και στην προσφέρουν όλη.
> Όταν τα παίρνεις στην αγκαλιά
> σου
> γαντζώνονται επάνω σου,
> καταλαβαίνουν ότι μπορεί να
> είσαι η τελευταία τους
> ελπίδα και με τα μάτια τους
> υπόσχονται παντοτινή λατρεία
> χωρίς να ζητούν
> αντάλλαγμα. Ένα χάδι πότε πότε
> τους αρκεί και προπάντων να
> ξέρουν ότι σου
> ανήκουν.


> Αν ενδιαφέρεστε καλέστε στο 210 6282136.

EDIT: metrwntas ta me prosoxi prepei nanai tria.









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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21909419/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21909419/ Wed, 10 Dec 2008 04:59:15 PST Mporeite na katalabete oti otan o mpatsos spaei ta kokkala enos kai dyo kai xiliwn 13xronwn paidiwn pou palevoun tin apelpisia tou mellontos twn 700 eurw pou erxetai, kai tin idia wra eseis kaite to magazaki tou patera aftwn twn paidiwn katadikazontas ta paidia afta kai tin oikogeneia tous dyo fores -eidika mprosta sti xeiroteri oikonomiki yfesi pou akoma den eidate tipota- , ANAIREITE oxi apla ton agwna, alla kathe epanastatiki ideologia kai kathe pithanotita anagennisis aftis tis xwras?
Stin epoxi mou akouga Panx Romana pou milagane gia rompotakia kai probata pou ekteloun diatages kai skyvoun mprosta stin eksousia. Yparxei periptwsi na katalabete oti sas exoune apla allaksei syxnotita sto tilexeiristirio? Oti den to petaksate sta moutra tou kratous to tilexeiristirio, alla sas allaksan apla syxnotita?

H apantisi einai OXI.
H apantisi einai TIPOTA.

Mpravo sta paidia pou vgikan stous dromous, mpravo ston kosmo pou eksegerthike, mpravo s' aftous pou kata metwpo antimetwpisan tous mpatsous kai tous ekapsan ta peripolika, mpravo stis syneidiseis pou menoun energes.

Dystyxws omws, ti gaggraina tis koinwnias tin opoia dimiourgise i kybernisi kai i kathe kybernisi, apla tin apoteleiwsate. Na pethanei o asthenis gia na min ypoferei. Htane mia monadiki efkairia na gyrisei toumpa i ellada kai na petaksei apo panw tis ti glitsa kai ti vrwma.

Epitides milaw sto deftero plythintiko. Epestrepsa spiti meta tin prwti mera twn diadilwsewn kai eklapsa giati i ellada de swzetai me tipota. Apla yparxoun dyo diktatories pou i mia palevei tin allin. Opoia ki an epiblithei, afti pou tha epikratisei, pali diktatoria tha einai.

DESTE MESA AP TO GYALI POU SPASATE!

Ki ama teleiwsete apo dw, elate kai se mia geitoniki xwra tin opoia agnoeite plirws, opou episis o kosmos ypoferei, alla eseis nomizete oti afti i xwra einai mono xaloumin, seftalia kai rialia. Mia xwra opou exw kathikon kai fylaw dynameis giati me xreiazetai sti diki tis epanastasi. Opou an diavasete mia mera efimerida tha deite deka fores na symbainoun ta skata tis elladas. Opou ekatontades xiliades zwes den anekampsan pote meta apo ti fwtia pou oi dikoi sas diktatores mas eriksan prin 35 xronia. Gia afto mipws tha diadilwnate? Sas afora? Min apaiteite apo mena na katastrepsw ti zwi mou kai na thysiastw gia ton agwna anthrwpwn pou edw kai deka xronia, san aploi polites me exoun kataklepsei se kathe efkairia kai me exoun vrisei san episkepti me ti xeiroteri anaideia. Dokimasa na vgw stous dromous, na ekthesw tous mpatsous kai to kratos, alla den petyxe. Opws panta. Apla mou ekapsan tin fwtografiki mixani pou etrexa epeigontws na parw pisw ap ton epidiorthwti gia na arxisw na travaw ta aisxi twn mpatswn, tin opoia, ontas ki egw genia twn 700 eurw oso ki an akougetai apistefto, de mporw pia na antikatastisw kai itane i moni mou syntrofia.

Kai nai, eimai aristeros. Robot omws den eimai kyrioi ligoi pou spasate kai kapsate adiakritws.

Krima re sy Alexi.. Krima filaraki mou..

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21881687/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21881687/ Mon, 08 Dec 2008 13:06:06 PST TOUS MPATSOUS KAI TA YPERKATASTHMATA - KARXARIES.
Symmerizomai tin orgi 10 ekatommyriwn ellinwn kai i psyxi mou exei mavrisei ap tous lygmous pou katapia gia ton Alexi.
ALLA MH BAZETE AFTOGKOL MALAKES! MHN EPITITHESTE SE MAS POU EIMASTE MAZI SAS! O KOSMOS TOU OPOIOU KAITE TO BIOS PEINAEI. PEINAEI HDH. AFTO EINAI O KOMMOUNISMOS POU MELETATE STA YPOGEIA THS MPENAKH MPAROUFOLOGWNTAS? PALI PAIKSATE TO PAIXNIDI TWN POLITIKWN KAI ALLHLOFAGWTHIKATE. ETSI THA APALLAGOUME AP THN ALAZONEIA KAI TH BRWMA THS MPATSARIAS?

DIAVASTE KSANA TON MARX. KAGKOURIA.

EDIT: KI' AN EINAI PROBOKATSIA OLO AFTO KAI KANW LATHOS, TOTE OK, TOULAXISTO ENAS EINAI O KOINOS EXTHROS KAI NA PETHANEI DYO FORES.

_{goodbye to my Canon EOS, it was burnt down along with the repair shop. I will never afford a camera again.. f*** you greece, you deserve nothing better than what you have..}

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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21799464/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21799464/ Wed, 03 Dec 2008 13:03:59 PST


Γεια σας παιδιά!

Λοιπόν, έχω δυσάρεστα νέα. Ο φίλος μου ο Δημήτρης (πολύ καλός φίλος κι
εμένα και του αδερφού μου, μάλιστα παίζαμε παλιότερα μαζί σε ένα
συγκρότημα, τους Superblast) με τη Μαργαρίτα έχουν έναν καταπληκτικό
γιο, 2.5 χρονών, τον Άρη! Η Μαργαρίτα κατά τη διάρκεια της εγκυμοσύνης
της γνώρισε και έκανε πολύ παρέα με μια άλλη κοπέλα (δε θυμάμαι αυτή
τη στιγμή το όνομά της η οποία ήταν κι αυτή έγκυος την ίδια ακριβώς
περίοδο και γέννησε σχεδόν μαζί με την Μαργαρίτα ). Έκανε ένα πανέμορφο
κοριτσάκι, την Αθηνά, και φυσικά έχουν περάσει μαζί τα πρώτα 2,5
χρόνια της ζωής τους ο Άρης και η Αθηνά! Είναι αχώριστοι φίλοι, όπως
επίσης κι οι 4 γονείς τους!!

Δυστυχώς η Αθηνά έχει λευχαιμία. Με πήρε ο Δημήτρης σήμερα το απόγευμα
και μου είπε σχεδόν κλαίγοντας τα δυσάρεστα νέα.

Λοιπόν, δε θέλω να σας μιζεριάσω. Απλά η Αθηνούλα θα κάνει μεταγγίσεις
και χρειάζεται ΠΟΛΥ αίμα. Αν ούτως ή άλλως είστε αιμοδότες, ή αν
γενικά θέλετε να βοηθήσετε, πηγαίνετε και δώστε αίμα, και επίσης κάντε
forward το mail αυτό, όλο και κάτι μπορούμε να πετύχουμε. Εννοείται
ότι δεν είναι spam, έτσι; !!!

Να και τα στοιχεία, για όποιον ενδιαφέρεται:

Αίμα για την Αθηνά Μυλωνάκη
Νοσοκομείο Παίδων Αγλαΐα Κυριακού
Ογκολογικό
Ώρες 08:30 - 16:30 (Καθημερινές )
08:30 - 13:30 (Σαββατοκύριακα )
Αν έχετε καπνίσει, οκ. Αλλά όχι άδειο στομάχι.

Παιδιά, σας ευχαριστώ πολύ, σας ευχαριστεί πολύ κι ο φίλος μου ο
Μήτσος κι η Μαργαρίτα, κι ο γιος τους ο Άρης, και οι γονείς της
Αθηνάς, και φυσικά πιο πολύ απ'όλους η ίδια η Αθηνούλα! Thanks και για
το χρόνο σας, και σόρρυ για την ενόχληση.
Επίσης σόρρυ για το πρήξιμο, αλλά σας ξαναθυμίζω, προωθήστε το mail σε
φίλους σας, please!

Χρίστος Τσαμαρδάς.


note from kleanthis:
The sole reason I became a pharmacist was to work in laboratory research for new medicines against critical diseases, before I realised such laboratories were only available for genetists in my country, instead I found myself selling souvenirs and chocolates in pharmacies - mini markets along seaside tourist areas like Ayia Napa. So, hearing about this today, I felt I wanted to punch a wall down for not fulfilling this purpose..




]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21658820/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/21658820/ Tue, 25 Nov 2008 05:30:09 PST
(This account will host my graphic design attempts. My photography will move to a new account that will not be announced or advertised from here. It will either have to be discovered from scratch, or be available via note).

(I am happy to see my first REALIFE friend joining this co(mouni)ty. He is ~stratilatis , aka Doros, lead singer and bass player of the band Scotoma, a proud father, a beavis & butthead duality, and a jawdropping byzantine icon painter -the latter being twice jawdropping, if you listen to his music which is close to bands like Helmet or yeah the almighty Meshuggah. Just go to [link] and listen preferably to Killing The Machine. Hmm.. which is currently unavailable as I just checked..)

(keep unwatching).




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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/20255810/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/20255810/ Sun, 31 Aug 2008 15:52:20 PDT
aftos o kosmos de th' allaksei pote..
[link]

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/20169363/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/20169363/ Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:15:54 PDT
I am not a footbal fanatic, and as a greek-cypriot I have always turned against my own folks in a lot of attitude issues and even fought against being labeled "cypriot" -in the slang sense of the word- as this label carried a bunch of cultural and social traits that do not represent me in the least. Including the way we should seek for peace with our turkish neighbours and acknowledge our own side's ethnic fanatics' mistakes that led to wars in the past. But what is happening these days, what my eyes have seen and what I have read over the Internet that goes way beyond football, is something entirely new to me and rings a bell.

example = read comments of a specific (greek) user whose nick begins with an "L" under this video on youtube:
http:// www. youtube. com /watch?v= pwF2ZLmkRTM&feature=related
(join the characters wherever there are gaps)

eidika ti frasi "KAMIA LYPISH THN TETAPTH THA EXETE NEKPOYS".

Olympiakos is a team with millions of supporters, and even the fanatics -some of whom are even ready to kill tomorrow- make it in the thousands..

I sense of a fire silently burning for ages. I smell breaking international news tomorrow.

(..rest of journal self-censored and deleted..)

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/20133686/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/20133686/ Sun, 24 Aug 2008 16:05:29 PDT Took a decade of weeks and working hours.
Did not proof-view while in the process.
Only now I found out that most have lost lip-synch....
Lost lip-sych is when a goggled-eyed owl stares at you from the documentary side while the narrator is describing how the anaconda we see around his neck is of the 5-metre type.
It's worse than the POLSAT guy dubbing monty pythons.

I need a REALLY tall building to jump off.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19928688/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19928688/ Wed, 13 Aug 2008 05:57:28 PDT
Poly me paidepse i fantasiwsi mias mazikis ektelesis olwn twn igetwn tis gis, etsi opws ypothetw itan mazemenoi stin teleti enarksis, stin pio sxetiki me to antikeimeno tis ektelesis xwra. Ki oso me paideve afto, allo toso me paideve to gegonos oti san xazo 16xrono pankio peftw stin pagida tou misous pou fernei misos. Oso kais kai skotwneis san antipoino, allo toso tha se skotwsoun san antipoino oi "apenanti". Ki allo toso tha fanatisoun tous apogonous tous apo mwra. Kai meta skeftika ekeinon ton kathigiti fysikis pou eida prin ligo kairo stin tv pou milouse gia tous ekswgiinous kai pws i swsti ekfrasi einai oti an exoun pio proigmeni texnologia aftoi tha mas anakalypsoun kai oxi emeis aftous. Kai an apla den tous mpoume sto mati, tha mas patisoun me ti mia, opws emeis patame mia katsarida xwris na mas exei kanei kati, apo apextheia kai mono. Kai de tha ksexwrisoun Amerikanous apo Rwsous, oute tha valoun stin akri ta nisia Faroe kai to Tuvalu pou genika de dimiourgoun provlimata. Mia sympantiki mpoukia tha ginoume kai de tha meinei oute stoma pisw na paramilaei "am ta lega egw".. Kyriws omws me paidevei to gegonos oti skeftomenos ola afta peftw stin alli apexthi pagida tou thewritikou, kai oso ki an kouvariastw stin karekla mou apo enoxes kai aisthima tou enos disekatommyriostou efthynis pou mou analogei gia na allaksw afto ton kosmo, pali stin karekla mou tha meinw, pali to idio tha ginw opws aftoi pou me thymwnoun epeidi koitane ton mikrokosmo tis zwis tous kai koitan apla na pernan kala. Opote skata. (pes "kolos", "kolos" ).

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19914693/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19914693/ Tue, 12 Aug 2008 11:24:45 PDT
I kill you kill he/she/it kills we kill you kill they kill.
I sleep you sleep he/she/it sleeps we sleep you sleep they sleep.

I experienced true war at the age of 4. A true war with ear-piercing air attack warnings, planes diving over our heads, buildings exploding in flames in front of my infant eyes, people bleeding, heart-ripping screams and endless queues against red cross tents for a loaf of bread, for a handful of powder milk and for a broken toy donated by some children from a faraway country who'd heard about us.

If I get angry or blunt with too many theories, or too many a=b, b=c, therefore a=c sofa assumptions, or too much lalalaing over DA -to the point I don't feel any urge to participate in this nintendoid site- there are periods and there are reasons related to personal conscience and ethics..

kudos to these four people:


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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19406069/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19406069/ Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:05:23 PDT No other activity for now as I am very busy.

The architects, civil engineer, mechanical and electrical engineers "smelled" my ability to give directions and corrections through graphic diagrams, and -given the big big traffic jams of nicosia that forbid pointless driving- I spend between 12-16 hours a day doing the layout and images of multipage leaflets which I then e-mail to the appropriate technical advisor instead of meeting on location. I am building a steel frame small ecological house on a rooftop with a fraction of the money I once had to buy a place in Greece (which is a no-no given today's data). For some rare reasons beyond anyone's interest, I have / had a simultaneous no-place-to-stay issue in both countries I live, and until recently lost almost two precious years in Greece trying to fix half of this issue. Don't dare think it's my hobby to build houses or buy apartments nor that I can afford it. It would be the last thing I'd want to do if it weren't necessary. I am being very careful with funding, regenerating funds and spending actually. However, building a house, whether big or small involves a million details. In the meantime I have to deal with another twenty issues regarding bureaucracy and my late father's unfinished commitments, for which he was the last to blame, all is due to the lack of any level of general organising, much worse than Greece mind you. eg a useless piece of land hat has now become a stone factory(?) (latomeio?) or another that has become part of a forest and then disappeared from the maps. Dealing with municipalities and local authorities and tax offices and poleodomy departments and other local services is sucking my time big time (??). This task, including planning and scheduling and designing etc takes up all weekdays AND weekends. I somehow carry the burden of things having been messed up since 1975 without my fault, I cannot even sell anything (part of the mess is that it takes three years of bureaucracy for anything to become sellable). I can't also just forget about them and go live my life cause various authorities will go after me. Moreover, I cannot assign these tasks to another person completely. I pay individuals to do a, b and c but I am the coordinator and the error corrector. In Cyprus it is 90% possible that any paper you receive is either misleading or full of grammatical / language errors or entirely irrelevant to what you have asked for in the first place.

Anyways, I make an average salary out of these, but I really have to work 7 days a week phewww. Hopefully less than a year left.

It is a positive thing that we eventually have a good president. Actually the best president and government we ever had that focuses on the human rather than on the ethnicity and hatred of the past and acknowledges that within decades of conflict, no party can claim they are pure and innocent. There is true hope for peace and reunification with our fellow Turkish Cypriots in one country. For the first time ever we have BUSES that can take you to and from the airport. Cyprus had been the only place in Europe (and probably the world) with no public transport ever, apart from hiring a taxi (which is not "public"), to travel 60 km from the airport to the capital. For the first time I see everyday little things changing, like someone is in my mind reading all little concerns that made life around here wacky.

I managed in tsiki tsiki mode to clear up my inbox, drop below the 500 limit and make a lot of interesting devs visible. So I am adding to favs stuff that is as old as last February's.

I am hoping all those engineers etc go for fucking holidays at a point so they leave me alone for a while. The side effects of cortizone are gradually fading, and for the first time in almost twenty years air can pass through my nostrils and hit the back of my rhinopharynx. This equals to party time for a man who could never breathe during sleep

Things are generally good, it only bothers me when people still ask me "what is your job?" and when I describe what I do with two academic degrees neglected in the drawers, they insist "OK fine, but apart from that what is your job?". I mean I work 7 days X 12 hours per day, can't even afford weekends just to have others imply something like how on earth do I spend all that free time so I guess I will create a term for what I do and print it on business cards just to be someone.

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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19296129/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19296129/ Wed, 09 Jul 2008 16:38:09 PDT
the pictures submitted lately -and the ones to follow- do not correspond to the present time.

cortizone is a real bitch.

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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19132253/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19132253/ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 17:18:21 PDT then they let me starve till my stomach bled for 36 hours just to make sure i make the guinness. one hour after recovery i managed to enter the setup menu of that hanging tv and add the frequencies of a few channels i needed. i saw the entire sotiria mpellou rise and fall, i peed seventy three times, and then bla blah. by the time bla blah, the sun bla blah and so they took me three floors down on a wheelchair and pulled some gauzes off, that went from the nostrils down to the lower feet. i applied my infamous method of projecting pain on a ceiling corner outside the body and so got an A grade and a paper. the average number of nurses per minute increased at a point and i do have a slight feeling i might have missed something important when two russian nurses offered to give me a bath. then i was moved from air condition to air condition to air condition until i reached home, and since last night my wounds have healed in an incredible 15000 frames per second of a national geographic toad turning to frog. there will be more rituals tomorrow at the doc's for fastest ever healing and the usual "strong genes" compliment. i was given the impression that if there were a bottle big enough, i would be floating in liquid preserver for the sake of research prin fwnaksw "mana!!"
to teleftaio ktypima
to teleftaio ktypima
to oristiko ktypima


ps. i might have not answered wishing well comments in the ex-journal, but no comment i receive is ever lost.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19001922/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/19001922/ Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:02:25 PDT the octopus -according to my dear ~The-singing-nun - that has settled inside my nose, will have to be removed and be taken for a biopsy walk. it is supposed to show negative (ie = not a tumor) or this might be my last journal

- kala to pigaines mexri to emo burst.. enw an adrasses ti mera..
- ti mera na tin adrakseis esy ki olo sou to soi!
- e tha tin adraksw re, ki esy psofa!
- kala kala, tsimpida tha vreis sto komodino. "ei eseis kataramena vatraxia ekei panw...". a, kai koita min adrakseis pali alli imerominia opws tote pou mas kouvalises spiti tis mises Thermopyles..

actual date is Saturday 28th June, 7 am.

hoping I recover from anaesthesia, I might return and be more active from mid July.
sorry for unanswered notes / comments / favs etc.
I live and almost totally depend on my own, so preparing for the weeks / months after the surgery involves a million little details to take care of in advance that others upon similar occasion would not have to bother about, if they live amongst parents, brothers, sisters, partners, etc etc.
for technical reasons I might remove from my list a few deviants who submit too many deviations in too little time, in order to keep my inbox from flooding. feel free to hate me. feel free in general.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18834145/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18834145/ Sat, 14 Jun 2008 08:04:57 PDT
Κοίτα επειδή έχουμε και δουλειές.

Αν και δε σε πολυπιστεύω -κι αυτό να το ψάξεις στα τσιράκια σου τους παπάδες και την κακία που κρύβουν μέσα τους για οποιονδήποτε δεν νιώθει ενοχές για ένα μήλο που δάγκωσε παλιά κάποιος σε ένα κήπο και μετά απ αυτό του σηκώθηκε- πρώτα θέλω να φέρεις πίσω τώρα τη κυρία Γούλα τη μάνα του Δημήτρη του φίλου μου που την σκότωσες προχτές σε τροχαίο και να δώσεις μια σφαλιάρα γερή να τη θυμάται στον Κροάτη τον ταξιτζή. Δε φτάνει δηλαδή που άφησες κομμάτια το φιλαράκι μου που ήταν ένα λαμπρό αστέρι ακτιβιστή / καλλιτέχνη που από μικράκι 16χρονο βρέθηκε να είναι η γκράντε σκηνοθετική ελπίδα της κολόχωρας μου (θα επανέλθω στο «κολόχωρα» ) να βάλει την πινέζα της στον παγκόσμιο χάρτη. Και μη μου πεις για την πινέζα του Παγδατή γιατί κι αυτός για να δει προκοπή πήγε να ζήσει στη Γαλλία, και μεγάλη η χάρη του που φοράει τη φανέλα μας. Που λες, δε φτάνει αυτό, άφησες ορφανά και ξέρω γω πόσα παιδάκια με ποδαράκια και χεράκια που δε μπορούσαν να τα κουνήσουν και να παίξουν και η μαμά του Δημήτρη ήτανε η μόνη τους ελπίδα, γιατί είχε σπουδάσει κάτι πολύ σπουδαίο που το λένε παιδονευρολόγος. Και μην ακούσω καμιά φτηνή δικαιολογία για νοσοκομείο του παραδείσου και παπαριές, γιατί από τη στιγμή που υπάρχεις κι είσαι παντοδύναμος αυτονοείται ότι για προβλήματα κινητικότητας εκεί πάνω θα είχες τους δικούς σου.

Επίσης θα ήθελα να σου πω ότι δεν αντέχω να κινδυνεύει η ζωή μου σε καθημερινή βάση άλλο. Δεν αντέχω να ζω σε μια χώρα όπου και ψωμί να πας να αγοράσεις, αντί να πας στον αρτοποιό της γειτονιάς με τα ποδαράκια, πρέπει να διασχίσεις μια τύπου λεωφόρο Αλεξάνδρας με το αμάξι όπως αυτή γίνεται σε μέρες που έχει συλλαλητήριο στο Πεδίο του Άρεως και ταυτόχρονα απεργία όλα τα μέσα μαζικής μεταφοράς. Και να πα να τραβήξεις τα walkman απ τα αυτιά όλων αυτών των κινεζακίων που περνάνε αμέριμνα με κόκκινο καβάλα στο ποδήλατο μέρα ή νύκτα μέσα στην πίσσα το σκοτάδι και είναι έτοιμα για θέρισμα αν θες να σώσεις τη δική σου ζωή. Ή να φωτίσεις την πόλη μου που είναι απλά ένα μαύρο φόντο το βράδυ να τα βλέπω τα κινεζάκια. Αλλά και να τα βλέπω, απάλλαξε με από το μόνιμα καρφωμένο στο πίσω καπώ μου αμάξι του τάδε που την είδε έτσι, που αν φρενάρω να μην πατήσω το αμέριμνο κινεζάκι θα με καβαλικέψει με 120. Όχι ενωμένα εργοστάσια. Ούτε κατασκευαστές πλυντηρίων. Χιλιόμετρα την ώρα. You know χιλιόμετρα in heaven?

Επίσης να πάρεις ένα γερανό και να αρπάζεις απ την άσφαλτο τα ανθρωπάκια που φορτωμένα σακούλες, γκάζια κλπ περπατάνε βράδυ στη μέση ακριβώς της ασφάλτου ενώ επικρατεί το προαναφερθέν σκοτάδι και ο τύπος που επιμένει να με καβαλήσει και καλά. Να δίνεις μια σφαλιάρα σε κάθε ανθρωπάκι που αποφασίζει να διασχίσει ανά πάσα στιγμή και οπουδήποτε χωρίς να μπει στον κόπο να χρησιμοποιήσει τα... ]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18681831/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18681831/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 14:54:36 PDT
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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18355545/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18355545/ Fri, 16 May 2008 17:38:08 PDT there are people born with too much free time.
they are everywhere and they keep repeating the phrase "tell me your news".. so they perpetuate their excess of free time by losing only two seconds to ask a question that needs two hours to be answered by the ones who are either way short of time.

on another note, here is a link to probably my favourite ever (visually speaking) video clip - the band is called Sukia (file under Add N to X), kante ton kopo:
[link]

simera skeftomoun oti opoios ki an eftiakse to ikea prepei na itane kapoios kai oxi kanenas kai episis oti i mpourmpoulia olo kai pio poly moiazei stin amanda lear.

O Lefteris tha paiksei sto Kinky Kong 30 tou Mai kai na pate.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18300285/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18300285/ Tue, 13 May 2008 15:51:03 PDT Efxomai o SKAI na tou kleisei symbolaio afthimeron.
Gia perissotera, diavaste to journal tou =cynop



On another note, too much work around here. I can't feel my spine or neck or toes...
Enjoy the show if you happen to go, and say hi to Lefteris (J.Kriste) from me. His performance will knock you off the wall..





MySpace links:
The Masters of Disguise [link]
Snakecharmer (old band) [link]
Pigling Bland (new project) [link]

Lefteris & Masters of Disguise YouTube videos:
[link]
[link]
[link]
[link]

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18221753/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/18221753/ Thu, 08 May 2008 04:26:14 PDT make it yourself, plus some other people but mostly the aforementioned. And I got this story all about how Colombus losing his keys had an immense effect in the western hemisphere (opws to blepoume aristera).

I am considering mass faving a few hundred deviations, or randomly commenting on people's work scaring them off like they'd seen a ghost, I still don't know. Actually I was about to write another journal on another subject that I absolutely forgot about. I got huge memory blackouts these days and I got my address and phone number written on a paper in my pocket, just in case.

Oh, and the promo journal about my friend supporting Zita Swoon will be back, we' re not done with it yet. Exw akoma na sas tapriksw ki allo me to Lefteri giati einai gamw tous mousikous kai twra pou paizei kai me ton Alkinoo kai me ton Lantsia tha prokopsei. Episis eida proxtes kati pou ksypnise kati allo mesa mou alla variemai twra na eksigw. Ase pou ksexasa ti itan kai ti mou ksypnise. Episis to kainourgio Portishead den polygamaei.

Oxi alla, de tha prepe kapws na dialefkanthei to thema me ton krino kai to xristouli? Apo endokrinologo. Kai to allo me tin petra pou kylise kai ypotithetai epeidi i magdalini itane idi teleiwmeni pou ton gousterne den ithele kai poly na pei "my hero!". Mporei kai nan alitheia diladi kai na me kapsei prin teleiwsw aft aSdudfeifwfy13f394fy9fyvb.@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@zzz

ADRAKSTE TI MERA ALLA ME PROSOXH GIATI SPAEI

(eimai sigouros oti i parapanw protasi tha klapei, alla xalali, sampws xestikame poios akrivws me onoma kai diefthynsi egrapse to Gianni mou to Mantili sou)

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old journal with detailed info on who the support act is [link]

MySpace links:
The Masters of Disguise [link]
Snakecharmer (old band) [link]
Pigling Bland (new project) [link]

Lefteris & Masters of Disguise YouTube videos:
[link]
[link]
[link]
[link]
(the more minutes you let the videos roll, the more vocal surprises you'll get)


ratatouil is very busy and wishes you well.
if you happen to go to the gig, say hi to lefteris from me and tell him I still got his backups and will sell them for gold a re malaka mpravo

this journal was originally larger but was intentionally trimmed down to the basics.


P.S.
Esfigga pou lete grothia simera gia na mou paroun aima me ti syrigga gia mia analysi.
Kai skaei i THEIKI ataka apo tin nosokoma me rwsiki profora:
"MPIKA MESA, MOU ANOIGKETE??"
ennouse ", entaksei, sas exw trypisei ti fleva, mporeite na anoiksete ti sfigmeni grothia sas?"

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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/17089451/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/17089451/ Wed, 27 Feb 2008 13:42:39 PST About Radiohead playing Athens in the summer.
Could that be true? Their announced dates contribute to leaving a gap in mid-late July.
I won't be around by then, just wondering..
I'm not even a huge fan actually, de tha ginw egw rouvitsas tou yorke.
I don't even care.
I cannot even recall the exact name of the band.
I cannot even remember, do they play thrash or grindcore?
I wouldn't care actually, thrash is dead after Slayer.


edit: I am witnessing a surreal event on tv participating kalomoira paparizou-spears and the bruce dickinson of azerbaijan, the maggira sisters in stereo and some other guy with no chest hair.

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]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16997134/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16997134/ Thu, 21 Feb 2008 17:14:58 PST I might have the surgery in May but not earlier than that yay!!
not next Monday, not next week, but in two months at least and even in my homeland with proper care by family and even cousin Roddy-the-laughing-machine visiting to attempt make me laugh and spit the gauzes! not to worry I will have to spend the post-surgery days locked indoors in koukaki city having to do housework and fridge bending myself!

It's one of those times that after a period of agony and bad health going worse for more than a month, you briefly move back to normality only to realise how things we mostly take for granted in life are precious. Like waking up and being able to walk and see the sun and breathe.. I can gradually even talk after a month of gargling cough..

It was quite surreal today -two guys with numbered bare arms= another patient and me- in a waiting room, going like "hey, you got 13 and 18 red, your 4 is OK whereas my 27 is so fucked up".. "yeah, but my 1 is the king of spots".. "oh man, 1 is histamine, it's supposed to be the king of spots"..
Actually I was negative to all allergens, and that should be a good thing. Doc however said it would be better if I was allergic to at least something cause this would shed some light to a mystery.

oh and then I walked outside, numbered arms and all, and as usual, by next corner I was randomly asked where blahblah street is. I'm really worried one day soon I will hear a loudspeaker from a helicopter flying above asking me where the nearest airport is..

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16639875/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16639875/ Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:23:42 PST Ο Φιλοσοφημένος Οραματιστής
του Πάνου Κουτρουμπούση - από το βιβλίο 'Εν Αγκαλιά de Κρισγιαούρτι y otros Ταχυδράματα y historias περίεργες ( Εκδόσεις Απόπειρα 1978 )


Κάποτε ήταν ένας οραματιστής όπου απεφάσισε μόνος του να είναι ασυμβίβαστος με την πραγματικότητα και να βρίσκεται σε άλλους κόσμους.

Όταν λοιπόν μετακόμησε από κει όπου κατοικούσε, βρήκε ένα άλλο δωμάτιο τρεία επί τέσσερα ανεπίπλωτο και όπως του επερίσσευαν κάτι χρήματα από οικονομίες, παρήγγηλε εις τον διακοσμητή της γειτονιάς να του στολίσει το δωμάτιο κατά το κέφι του, δηλαδή του ανέθεσε πρώτα-πρώτα να βάψει όλους τους τοίχους γαλάζιους και να κάνει τη μεγάλη σκάλα με τα αγάλματα στο κεφαλόσκαλο, το τζάκι και τα αγάλματα της πισίνας, καθώς και την πισίνα και την οροφή και όλες τις κολώνες από άσπρο μάρμαρο, κι απ’ τον ήλιο ξεξασπρώτερο μη φηδόμενος εξόδων. Κατόπιν ετοποθετήθηκε υδραυλικώς το φαντασμαγορικό συντριβάνι εις την πισίναν και αγοράσθησαν δύο δωδεκάδες χρυσοποίκιλτα κλουβιά όπου εκελαϊδούσασι πάνω απ’ τα διακόσια παραδείσια πτηνά και κολίβρια. Και δια να συμπληρωθεί το κάλλος, εφυτεύθει και μία διπλή δενδροστοιχεία διά αλέα και ακολουθούσε κηπάριον με γρασίδι και ένα παβιγιόν κρυστάλλινον εις την μέσην στο γρασίδι.

Αφού συνετελέσθει η χοντρή εργασία, κατόπιν τούτων εστήθηκαν και άλλα μικρά πλουμίδια αναρίθμητα στο δωμάτιο και εγκατεστάθει και ο οραματιστής κουβαλόντας την υπνοσακούλα του, την ιαπωνικήν σπάθην του και το σερβίτσιον του τσαγιού.



στη φίλη μου τη Μαριλίζα που χρειάστηκε σχεδόν να φάει ξύλο για να ανακαλύψει τον Σιχαμένο



health update: allergiologoi kai wrilades ana tas sarantapente gwnias sximatizomenous ek twn aksonwn x, y, z kai geiasas (prosfata anakalyftheis alla exei kalous giatrous) kai vasizomenoi eis ippokrateious orkous, mizes kai kati geloies kameroules san ta daktylia tou et, synevriskontai eis syskepseis kai tileidaskepseis kai alles tines orthologistikes prakseis ina apofasiswsin dia to mellon oxtapodwn tinwn pou exoun parakathiswsi eis gevman entos tis rinos mou. Paraskevi kai Deftera tha einai meres agwnias kai anatropwn.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16610720/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16610720/ Mon, 28 Jan 2008 10:37:06 PST honestly, my definition of "male" is not having a bit of chin and muscle and three days of unshaved beard, or a cig diagonally in your mouth.. it's got to do with guts to face difficulties on another level. Below earth, in dust and dark corridors for years. That does not allow coffee breaks to promote how you give life a punch in the face.

the doctor showed me the endoscopy on video.
things are not good. things are really not good.
he wondered how the hell I breathe at all..
I told him I spent two years working under extreme dust and dirt in order to change my life.
he told me that now the real life change would be if I get rid of the effect caused on me while trying to change my life...
he talked about multiple surgeries I need to undergo and forget my wings which were once again open and ready to fly.
but this time I deleted the story before writing it down, there's no point in sharing.

just one question to ask yourselves:
some -if all- use the motto "seize the day". indeed I agree. grab life by the hair.
however, if seizing the day involved huge arguments with your father while still a teenager, and your father had a real heart attack twice upon arguing with you, however unfair and destructive to your life were his stuborness, would you proceed to "seizing the day" by arguing to a lethal point?

The avalanche of "bad luck" one might witness on me, is actually something I had predicted ages ago, I was watching the fall and the bad timing and simple things becoming complicated, but my only option would be to physically kill father. Which I didn't, because he was basically a piece of love himself. Despite.

]]> ~ratatouil http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16592098/ http://ratatouil.deviantart.com/journal/16592098/ Sun, 27 Jan 2008 06:49:07 PST
The best case scenario will be one month on cortizone. The worst will be an MRI head scan and a nose surgery, that might have to be done in Israel if the shit to be removed is dangerously close to the inner eye.

So, this might fuck up my schedule, but I have quite gotten used to such fuckups by now.
I would appreciate if anyone can suggest me a good ENT surgeon in Athens (xeirourgo wtorinolaryggologo).

Internet plagiarism alert:

Be very careful with what you submit anywhere on the Internet. If you are a pro photographer or designer or a writer already published in real life, things are easier for you because you have living proof. However, if you pursue such a career but are not there yet, or if you are just cautious and consider your work worthy, you better use big watermarks with your real name, low resolutions and some real life legal service prior to submitting.
Apart from plagiarism, one can impersonate you over the net and use loads of your photos and words as theirs, violate your personal life for years, and then if you try to stop them, things might be so nasty that even the site's admins suspect that it's you who stole them fucking losers. Don't be so sure that the so called "legal services" of sites can perform miracles.

Being exposed to a global network means you appear on computer monitors in very strange places around the world, and unfortunately not all people respect you or themselves like you expect them to. There are attitudes and legal paths especially in the US that require you to take one year off work in order to support your case however crystal clear it is, and you might even have to deal with someone who steals your work, copyrights it before the real creator and then sues you back for stealing their work which is actually yours. We don't want that happen. Maybe such matters are unimportant among us in our small eastern mediterranean neighbourhood, but across the Atlantic they so overreact by the word "copyright" that sometimes they mess up the thief with the victim.

We might be fighting against street cameras and the big brother thing taking over, but actually and unfortunately, we are exposed to a bigger brother called "the net" by consenting to upload our personal creations, thoughts, whatever. It's a human need to share I know. And I go paranoid thinking that this happens within the very same medium that established a new level of freedom of expression. This is I guess a good example of why I believe anarchy as a utopia cannot be implemented in practice, unless we have to deal with 100% "superior beings".

Kai mi mou tin pesete typou "kai ti eisigisai re kle na katsoume spitakia mas kai na ta koitame monoi mas diladi?", giati den ennow afto. Den prepei na katsoume spitakia mas, oute omws exw lysi riziki na proteinw pera apo kapoia psilopraktika pramatakia pou eisigoumai. Perissotero provlimatizomai me ta thavmata pou mporei na kanei i vazelini para o,tidipote allo. Giati me ti vazelini mas ti mpigoune kathe mera.

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