13-VI-2012.
In the morning, Marinko was suffocating (again) about his problem of successive keys, without gaps. Which is an old problem in some countries... as there was one guy from India who complained about some inspector trying to enforce such invoice numbers. Allegedly, the inspector considered any skipped number an actual invoice which went missing for some nefarious reason. I remember that nobody understood the problem on UA, there's actually no legal grounds for this in any country which had members there. It's just that any inspector can invent such a requirement and slowly torture his victims with it - Marinko's customer being second or third that I know of. He discussed the problem with several people, including B from UA (to whom he sends his attempts in C# - I'm lucky that I don't have to know that, so he's no apprentice of mine in that language). He usually gives his questions to me, to correct his english, before sending to her, just in case.
In the evening, we were peeling the green peas we picked in Čankovo the day before. And I was reshooting another batch of negatives from ancient history.
On sixteenth, we went to Lena and she took us to the students' annual exhibition at the academy. Velinka is sttill roommates with her, so she came with us. Interesting walk. Though it's not that I never visited a painting school - I once was at the one in Novi with Loba, but it was during a vacation, he just dropped by to ask about the qualification exams, and also the visit to that prep course of hers should count. But this has the critical mass, this is (future) artists at home, whatever crosses their minds is doable on the spot. I knitted some fifty good shots, and come spring I picked this one for our club exhibition. Somehow it happened that within the same year I made three shots of girls with their feet put like this.
And we saw their works. Velinka doesn't quite strike me as artist material, more a wanabe, but then okay, perhaps she'd gain an audience. Lena, of course, had a catportrait of johana, when he was a kitten.
We also met Slavko, all in hipster edition, the shirt cut in such a way that it always looks askew and like belonging to someone else. In the yard the „Arizona dream“ brass band was pumping it, the guys from Kusturica's movie (though it was mostly Bregović's music, what with Iggy Pop).
Made more interesting pictures on the bus too. The holder bars are coated in orange plastic, incredibly. Can't see that in America.
More green peas on 17th. She was trying to kill the potato zlatica (goldie), aka colorado potato beetle, by vacuuming them. We bought a portable insucker*, but in the end its battery fell short, it never had more than 15 minutes of operation in it, and took two hours to recharge. Then really soon it capacity fell.
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* „usisivač“ - literally means insucker. Our vacuum never got dirty, so we invented a more literal name.
Mentions: 26-XII-1974., Čankovo, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Johana, Marinko Protić, Novi Sad, Slavko Burić, Slobodan Šumić (Loba), UbiquAgora (UA), Velinka, in serbian