Question of the day.

What is the most interesting thing you’ve read or seen, this week?

My answer:

I watched one of my favourite Polish Youtube channels recently, it is about Polish language, you know, all that stuff how to speak properly, like common mistakes people make, about etymology, and words, etc. lots of interesting stuff. and I watched a very interesting video about origin of some words, and their alternate, archaic meanings.

You? 🙂

Question of the day.

Did you have coffee or tea, this morning? If so, how did you take it?

My answer:

I often have both, coffee before breakfast and then tea with breakfast, but today I just had tea. Raspberry tea. It’s my favourite one right now. Mum bought lump sugar recently, we don’t usually use it but she just said it’s more fun haha, so we’re now using it, so I’ve had raspberry tea with two sugars.

How about you? 🙂

Question of the day.

Do you know any random factoids that other people may not know?

My answer:

I’d think so. Anyone knows that names Alice and Heidi are a form of the same name, Adelheidis? 😉

Of other things, more associated with the term “random factoids”, I have a book with some and one of the sad things I learned from it is that apparently our brains have gotten smaller since the stone age. Or actually maybe that’s not sad. Maybe stone age people had macrocephaly? What do you think?

And what random factoid do you know? 🙂

Question of the day.

What is the last thing you cried about?

My answer:

Cried like cried or just felt like crying? I have issues with crying and with expressing emotions generally, so, although I’ve learned to cry, it’s still really hard to do for me and I am rarely able to really let my emotions out through crying. I can feel like crying, or like I would really really like to cry very often, but I don’t cry often at all. I guess the last time I cried was in May, after one of my finals, and then I literally cried all the way back home and even afterwards and couldn’t stop, it was all scary! But the last time I felt like crying was last week on Tuesday, and it was also in some part related to my finals. But generally I felt like crying because I was just overwhelmed by lots of emotions and triggered, but just couldn’t let it out in any way, or figure out what’s actually ging on inn my brain, I was also extremely angry at that time and when I feel angry I often feel on the verge of tears, just like my Mum. In most situations I am glad I am not an easy cryer, like many women in my family are, but sometimes I would really like to be able to relieve myself through tears but it just seems impossible nowadays after all those years of bottling things up.

How about you? 🙂

Question of the day.

What was the last thing you texted (add context if you’d like)?

My answer:

The last thing I texted was last Saturday (now you get the idea how often I text with anyone 😀 ) and it was to Zofijka: “Sofi if you want to talk to Mum call me her phone is dead”. And that’s about it.

How about you? 🙂

Question of the day (10th July).

What was the last thing you said out loud (add context if you’d like)?

My answer:

Well, I’m home alone for almost all day today because as I wrote a few days ago my parents went to Szczecin for a few days, Zofijka is at grandparents’, and Olek is at work, so I only talk to Misha. And the last thing I said out loud was “Misha!”.

How about you? 🙂

Question of the day.

Thought we’d do some “lasts” questions again for a while, I’ve been recently focused on a lot of things, but not questions topics, and that’s pretty easy and uncomplicated, and there was a thread with them on BTN recently, so: What was the last thing you ate?
My answer:
A bread roll with a creamy cheese and some chilli flavoured kabanosy. DO you know what kabanosy are? As far as I know it’s only a Polish thing, though I may be wrong. A kabanos is a thin, usually dry sausage with a smoky flavour. I am not big on meat in general, but kabanosy are one of the types of meat I do like. They can really vary but the ones we eat most often are small, they are a perfect thing to take with yourself if you go on a trip, or picnic, or any sort of long travel, that’s what we usually take when going somewhere further, along with sandwiches, and I’ve heard many little kids really like them in particular, well maybe not chilli ones, but other small-sized. And as I said the ones we usually buy are chilli flavoured. In my opinion, the dryer, the better, well as far as you can actually eat it obviously. I’ve also had some cherry tomatoes from my Dad’s garden, they were scrummy. 🙂 How about you? 🙂

Question of the day.

What are you currently reading?

My answer:

Recently apart from reading all the other stuff I like to refresh some Lucy Maud Montgomery’s book from time to time. But now I read them in the original versions. Montgomery’s books have a lot of different translations in Polish, and I’ve read all of those which I was able to get in any accessible format, many for a few times, but now I am reading her books in English. This time I decided for a collection of her short stories called “Along The Shore”, which has two titles in Polish, of which one can be translated as Scent Of The Wind, and the other as Traces In The Sand, so it sounds completely different. I often like to read books in different translations, and then in their original version if I can, and compare different details from each of these versions, sometimes you can notice really interesting or bizarre differences. Like if you’ve ever read “The Blue Castle”, you know that its main character’s name is Valancy. But in some old Polish old translation, I guess 1920’s or something, the translator decided he will rename her and he called her Joanna. I’d read another, much newer translation before where she was just Valancy, it was a very good translation and I loved the name Valancy, so, you know, with my name geekiness it was for me like I was reading about a completely different person, she wasn’t Valancy anymore, he was someone different. And also another character named Barney was renamed to Edward. I can somehow understand renaming Valancy to Joanna – her middle name was Jane, and Jane is Joanna in Polish, while there isn’t any equivalent for Valancy, and I guess people in 1920’s didn’t have that much of an idea about how to read English names – but, OMG, why Edward? 😀 It’s neither similar in sound to Barney, nor in feel, nor fits the character, so I couldn’t figure it out at all, the more that the name Barney doesn’t seem to be that complicated to read. And that translation was f***ed up overall, with large parts of text completely cut out and lots of weird stylistic errors. There is also a popular translation of “Emily Of New Moon”, not that bad, but with some errors as well, and one that particularly made me laugh was how the translator decided to describe one of Emily’s cats – a grey-eyed cat with ebony black eyes. 😀 I guess she had to be very sleepy while writing. 😛 So that’s to give you a little idea what such a translation, or mistranslation might look like at times. 😀

But, coming back to reading books in originals, first and foremost if you really like an author and if only you can read their books as they were originally written, it is in my opinion a much closer contact with what they really wanted to show you in their literature. Even the most accurate translation can’t express it fully since every language is so different and, first and foremost, everyone of us has a different style of writing, and everyone interprets things differently, so if you read something in its original version, you have the possibility of interpreting it more on your own and you don’t have to base on the translator’s interpretation of what the author wanted to say, even if it’s just a pretty universal ad easy to read shortstory. And, obviously, if you read books in their original versions, in languages that aren’t your mother tongues, the benefits for your linguistical development and your brains overall are significant.

And what are you reading? 🙂

Question of the day.

Do you consider yourself artistic, in any way?

My answer:

What does actually the word artistic mean? ‘Cause, I feel like there could be a few definitions. An artistic person could be simply an artist, so, I suppose, someone who makes a living with their art. But then do really all artists make a living with their art? Someone told me that the art is only when it has a receiver, so all those who are artists are those who show their works to others, and those who for example write poetry and keep it in the drawer, these people aren’t artists, and no matter how beautiful things they create, they’re worthless because they don’t have readers/listeners/viewers… that sounds rather radical, but OK, maybe that’s true, I’m certainly not an art expert. Artistic may also mean someone who is artsy and does a lot of stuff like singing, writing, crafting, for a hobby, and they’re particularly good at it. I also have an impression that many people tend to exclude all the other arts than visual and all that is art for them is if someone paints, draws, carves or sculpts etc. that is particularly weird for me. Like kids have art classes at school and it only includes visual arts, not that much writing, singing, playing instruments, acting or whatever else.

Naah there seems to be way too many different definitions and meanings behind the words art and artistic. So I’m gona share my own with you. An artistic person, in my personal opinion, is someone who is first and foremost creative. They’re usually an aesthete, highly sensitive, particularly to beauty. They don’t necessarily have to be real artists so painters or poets, but what they do is like an art for them, I mean they’re very good at it and they do it in their own way, they’re devoted to it with all their heart, soul and mind. Their art might be pretty modest and not important in the grand scheme of things, but it is what makes them happy and, usually, is also of great benefit for those around them. This is just how I would interpret the word artist. And, as a stereotypical artist, such people are usually pretty quirky and view things differently than many other people, in just their own way.

The first such an artistic soul that comes to my mind is my Mum. She doesn’t do any real art, well, she can crochet very well, she is pretty good at writing, was at school at least, and has some gift for acting which she sometimes gives an outlet to while reading books to either me or Zofijka, or while imitating other people for fun. But she doesn’t do neither of those things regularly, she doesn’t do anything conventionally artistic on a daily basis. But she cooks like a real artist, she often says that cooking is an art, but also a very scientific thing, so much physics in it. She is very inventive in the kitchen. also she is very sensitive to beauty and has a somewhat sophisticated style, she is passionate about decorating houses, even if it’s not something she herself does. She easily notices beauty in people and places and knows how to elicit it, that’s why she wanted to be an interior designer or a beautician. And she’s incredibly diplomatic, and that’s an art too. So she definitely is artistic.

Well now as for me. I write regularly – short stories, sometimes quirky or humourous poems, recently we were remaking a lot of nursery rhymes with Zofijka into more sassy and witty versions (I just can’t be serious in poetry although I would like sometimes), I’m working on translating Cornelis Vreeswijk’s works from Swedish into Polish which I also consider some sort of art, I am also musical although I’m not doing anything about it at the moment other than being a keen listener to a lot of music. But even if I write something, nowadays I rarely show it to someone, so in a conventional way I wouldn’t consider myself an artist now. However in my definition I think I am artistic in some way because I definitely am sensitive to beauty, and quite creative, I like to do creative stuff with the language, and I am a synaesthete which is – maybe a bit stereotypically – usually attributed as a sort of artistic trait, I am highly imaginative, so I think I do have some artistic side to my nature. Oh, and so many people say that baby naming is also an art, which I actually agree with.

How about you? DO you consider yourself artistic? How does it manifest? What does the word artistic actually mean to you? Would you agree with my definition? 🙂

Question of the day.

When was the last time you went on vacation? Where did you go?

My answer:

Oh, that was soo so brilliant! It was last year. Last summer, in July. I went to Stockholm. It was something that I dreamt of for years, and my Dad promised me many times that this time we’ll go to Sweden in summer for sure, and finally it came true last year. Sweden is among my favourite countries and I love Swedish language and Swedish people and so I’m always happy to speak Swedish to someone if I can practice, so I always wanted to go to Sweden. However, when it finally became a real and very close possibility, it started to feel also very scary. ‘Cause, you know, I’d have to be a translator for three people, in a way I’d have to be in charge of things ’cause I am the one in our family who speaks Swedish and English. And if you’re a sociophobic, it’s quite a scary prospect. Plus, I was also terrified about how we’re gonna get there. Because of my other anxieties, my labyrinthum not always working as it should and othere stuff, flying or sailing feels rather challenging, I get dizy and motion sickand stuff and it’s just tough. So, I think I was twice as scared as I was happy. What if it won’t go well? I wouldn’t like to have bad memories from one of my favourite places in the world. I felt like if my dreams are going to turn into a disappointment, if my anxieties will kick in, I’d better not go anywhere and just leave Sweden and all in the sphere of my dreams. But I still knew I’m gonna go there, because it felt even more awful if I missed on such a chance. And, yeah, it was tough. Very tough and exhausting. But it also was brilliant, as I said. And very, very rewarding. Sometimes as I think about it I wonder how I actually did it – all that talking and smalltalking to people, even very random people, but somehow I did. I’ve improved my Swedish, was able to use some English, and even my little rusty bits of Finnish, and get in some more Finnish, as I’ve met a woman from Finland. I’ve also fully realised something I’d only supposed before, that I’m that little bit more confident and comfortable talking to people when I do it in other languages, I guess because my willing to use it, to improve it and have contact with it is that little bit stronger than my anxiety. That’s weird, the more that Polish is also one of my favourite tongues obviously, but there’s nothing you can work on with your mother tongue, is there? And I’ve read somewhere recently that it’s common that people are more extroverted in their second, third, etc. language just because if they want to develop it, they need to communicate more.

I visited my crush Cornelis Vreeswijk’s grave, which was a very emotional event for me, we visited his park, we’d seen lots of beautiful views and historical places in the old town, ate yummy food, even tried salted caramel, which we didn’t like, but which was a funny experience. And man I’ve never eaten even half as yummy icecream as I did in the old town. I also visited a shop with minerals and extended my collection of gem stones with quite a few new ones from different countries around the world, and had a chat with the shop owner, even though he was from Scania, and I’m usually not that good at understanding the Scanian, but there’s always English, and somehow we got along. And I also have lots of other lovely souvenirs from Stockholm, like many books for children in Swedish – oh gosh I had so much scanning, I will think twice next time before I’ll ever again have a desire to buy a half of a bookshop. And the only thing I regret – well apart from those loads of scanning afterwards – is that we haven’t seen more of Sweden during that time, just Stockholm and nearby areas, and still not the whole Stockholm, we’d been there just for a week. I just enjoyed it so much. And, guess what? There is a slight chance I’ll go to Sweden this year too. There are always discounts on ferries to Sweden in summer so lots of people go even just for a little ferry trip to Karlskrona if nothing more. My feelings about that are very, very mixed, but deep down I know I’d love it.

How about your last vacation? Did you like it? 🙂

Question of the day.

If you HAD to pick a favourite sport, what would it be? You can’t say “none” or “pass”.

My answer:

Horse riding, obviously! I haven’t been riding for more than half a year now myself because of my instructor not being available, my exams, skin infections and other adventures, but I like to learn more about it, even if I can’t ride. And I am very disciplined in this matter.

Which would you choose? 🙂

Question of the day.

Would you ever tell your hairstylist to do whatever they felt like doing to your hair?

My answer:

Nope. Never. Very many hairstylists don’t do what you ask them to do even if it’s very speciffic, so, in my opinion it’s way too risky.

Would you?

Question of the day.

Would you ever go hunting?

My answer:

Nope, never. Apart from the fact that it would be hardly doable for me 😀 and people would rather assume I’m crazy, as well as that it’s far from the sphere from my interests, I just don’t get people who like hunting AT ALL. I have an uncle who loves hunting, and I know many people through him who love it, but I just don’t get it. Some say it’s a very sophisticated, aristocratic and “niche” hobby. Well, maybe for them, OK, everyone is entitled to have their opinion, after all. But for me it’s just so… I’d say primitive. What’s so fun about killing other beings and calling it “a sophisticated, upper-class hobby”? I wouldn’t like to hurt anyone’s feelings, so, if you think hunting is OK, or you yourself like it or do it, it’s your thing and your conscience’s, I’m not judging you or saying I don’t like you because I don’t accept hunting, it’s just my opinion about the activity itself. I am also not one of those people who are vegetarians because they can’t stand a thought about poor animals being killed just to provide a meet for cruel humans – one of the purposes of many animals’ existence is to serve us as food – but it doesn’t mean we are entitled or justified to be cruel to them or make them suffer needlessly. It just seems scary to me that anyone can think about it as a form of entertainment.

What’s your opinion? Would you go hunting? 🙂

Question of the day (22nd June).

What is your favourite chain restaurant, excluding fast food? What is your favourite local restaurant?

My answer:

Don’t think I have any favourite chain restaurant, except for KFC which is a fast food so doesn’t count, I think I don’t eat out often enough. As for the local one, I like a Kashubian restaurant that is pretty close to us. It is lovely and they have some yummy foods. Although I am half Kashubian, I don’t really feel like I am a fan of Kashubian culture or food, or even the language, but what I do like about Kashubian food is that they use a lot of goose meat, which can be very yummy if prepared well. And in this restaurant they have a lot of yummy dishes with goose, like my favourite are pierogi with goose. This restaurant is called Nordovi Mul, however it’s written, and according to my Dad it means a northern place. I also have another favourite one, a bit further. I absolutely love Italian food, and there is an Italian restaurant called Cozi in one of the cities near us. I not only like them for their fantastic spaghettis and all the other pasta dishes and heavenly desserts, but I also greatly appreciate the fact that they have menu in BRAILLE, which is so rare in our times, well, I don’t think it was common in any times actually haha. It’s so cool there are restaurants like that. And we’re going there – me and my Mum – to celebrate my nameday, which is on 30th, I can’t wait!

Which are your favourites? And which are your favourite dishes in those restaurants you like? 🙂