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Enne püsivalt kontorisse tööle asumist mulle Dilberti koomiks ei meeldinud. Nüüd loen seda esimesena. Aga vähemalt ei ole mul kuubikut... EDIT: Hahaa - vähemalt ajab mind kultusseriaal "The Office" ikka veel oksele.

Taime- ja seenenäitus Tallinna Botaanikaaias, kaks kuraatorit, mõlema eesnimi on Taimi. Perekonnanimed samuti loodusteemalised.

maris says:
vääks!
P.Y.T says:
nuuh pisike ?
maris says:
arnold oksmaa saatis pressiteate selle kohta, et tal on piletita bussisõidu trahv maksmata
P.Y.T says:
jobu
maris says:
andke padruneid

L: I’m sure this discussion we had about writing will continue, even after this interview is over. But no matter how many constructive and fruitful discussions there are concerning literature, there’s no escaping the fact that this world is headed in an unfortunate direction, nor can anyone be pragmatically saved from real pain and duress by reading words. What is the power of literature, then, according to you?
Haruki Murakami: I received a fan letter once from a reader in Korea. She was a twenty year-old girl, but after reading Norwegian Wood at two in the morning, she said she couldn’t resist the intense feeling of wanting to make love to her boyfriend, so she ran to his house right away. If it’s a good story, I believe the story should be able to move not only its reader’s emotion but his or her action itself; it should not stop at merely moving someone emotionally. It should be able to elicit a direct reaction. A great story works in any language. People use different languages in Korea, America, Russia or Vietnam, but when they see a good story, they all react with the same emotion, in sadness or happiness. Political strife among different nations in the world keeps worsening, but I believe that literature is working, even amidst this chaos, with a power that can change the world. Story has power. More so than any political or societal conflict.

Valter Ojakäär "Popmuusikast", hr Ojakäär kirjutab endast mitmuses. "Mainigem veel seda ja toda ja kolmandat." Veider. Ajastuomane ülespuhutus? Aga ikkagi veider.

Unenäod on sürrilt ebasürrid. Väga proosalik-realistlikud. Sürr on loksuda hommikul bussis ja mõelda samal ajal pingsalt selle üle, et kas mul ikka on täna koosolek või nägin hoopis unes, et ülemus koosolekumeili saatis. Ja selliseid asju juhtub viimasel ajal kogu aeg. Segadusse ajab. Reaalsus, hallo! Iseenesest naljakas, aga mulle meeldis rohkem, kui ma unenägudes lennukoolis käisin, kahtlasi abieluettepanekuid sain, raamatukogust surnud tuvisid laenutasin ja olin James Bond Johannes Paulus II-e kehas. Härra Dostojevski, härra Tammsaare, korraks oli elamuslik, aga lahkuge nüüd palun mu peast.

Monkey, monkey, underpants.