15-VII-2002.
No whole tale for these days, don't remember anything major, and have no photos, because the Agfa is with Nina in Serbia (then FRY). What's in email to dad should make up for it.
church, because Zana is baptised today. She meant Nina to be her kuma, but that was out of the question because Nina wasn't baptised. And Nina was late for the dentist so she was rescheduled for 19,30 h.
Well let her be done at least with that. Though, I didn't expect her to find the time for everything she thought up (plus our additions).
[Ah, the baptision of adults... because it was allegeldy forbidden under the communists. It wasn't, it just wasn't good for your carreer, unless you were among those who didn't have even that much of a problem. Nowadays there are many who do it belatedly because it's suddenly in fashion. Except the fashion will, in this case, eat the model.]
It's now Baranjska is definitely and really expertly saned, so when you pass in a car you cann't remember how it often looked. [this about the tarmac in that street]
Yup, then this means things are being put in place. That's my measurement - if they start introducing fixes and order, it'd mean we didn't whitewash in vain. If they start behaving completely like Sloba's [guys] (not expecting them to be completely different, just sufficiently better), then write down a fail.
Back in the days of the Together coallition, the first thing I liked was the shortcut path by the library. Folks were always going that way, and after a few decades of trying to change people's habits, digging over the path, putting up some puny fences etc... these guys just paved the path where the people go anyway.
Just from the corner to your house there are holes, and although the neighbors filled them, [it's] always the same.
That was fucked up by esspyessian pardners, some private outfit which built the election sewers in 096. They came with some machinery and disturbed the cobblestones, and the quality of their work became obvious by how they tamped the ditches they filled - a backhoe sank down to the axles when it sat with the right track on the ditch, gug itself out by pushing the hoe against the soil. The next spring the new authorities took the gik guys, who did the rest (remaining quarter of the street) in a week with just spades and shovels, and put the cobblestones back properly. That's why it's always muddy from the corner to the shop, and from it to the railway it's always passable.
Glad to hear that you're visiting Go, and that she got treated with a mirko
There was a problem of where to put it - it needed a grounded outlet, which are few there. Eventually plugged it into the oven, which has its own pass-through outlet, where previously the coffee maker was plugged in.
We actually found a cute little mirko for just 35$, and we told Go that we bought that one (that is, Lena was tasked with selling her the story, when I left them by the door with all the load and then took the car to park it in the garage), not the regular sized one for 70$ that we actually bought. Ours was 105$ or 115, two and a half years ago.
And yeah, if you think you have a kil[ogramm]age problem - I told you already how Amers are fat, but then, walking back from the garage to the apartment, saw a real record breaker. If a belly can be measured by the distance between the navel and knees when sitting, this guy was at about -15. He was sitting on a bench by the supermarket, and didn't even try to put his thighs together, but rather relaxed his belly between them, and the belly was protruding those 15cm beyond the knees. The guy must already have years of practice checking with a mirror whether he's done peeing.
Nina said that Go also eats hot stuff, not to mention Ricardo. Nina said these hot peppers I sent for him aren't too hot, and I was really trying to find something ehtrra hot. Well, cheers to him!
I think his measure would be one pot of fish čorba in the absolute nutcase category. Seems to be a mass phenomenon among the Peruvians :).
Just now mom said, he heard from the Šuca Sejin's wife, who works in the hospitals labaratory [common mispronunciation in Banat], that dr Stajkov just died yesterday. Guess that's the one whose book you set. What a ruckus that was.
What, the book? It was more that it was made with stick and rope tech - we didn't even have a laser printer (that was still new and expensive, but at least we bought one, v. 03-VI-1992.), and that Sale messed it up so DBA footed the bill but some other outfit was advertised as the publisher. We could have at least got some bragging rights, as we didn't break even.
We spent three hours yesterday on small gorceries - after many a month, bought even beer, but it seems we won't drink it soon, because there's no room in the fridge to cool it :). Yesterday we also had a first run on the express pot [serbian for pressure cooker], as per a recipe from its manual. Young beef cut into strips, red bell peppers too, some sauce, mushrooms and all of it simmered for just three minutes. Came out phenomenally, we ate that with some helical pasta, and will do with mashed potatoes today.
I treated myself with grub as well - finally took that rye bread by danish recipe, which is a cube of about 12cm side, sliced to about 4-5mm thick, but it's so dense that this cube weighs as a regular loaf. There's some fifteen kinds of rye bread to buy, but all of them made by the jewish recipe, with cumin. I don't mind cumin, it's good for babies to have a good fart, but in bread - it completely kills the noble fragrance of rye. Well, this danish is only one without cumin. Actually, there are two kinds in that regard: the seeded and seedless... the latter having the same amount of cumin, as a powder, not whole seeds.
We found also one supermarket where we never were before, despite it being on the same square where the other two, that we visit more often. I'm not delighted at all - the only better thing they had was the space among the shelves, almost two meters. In the ad they sent there were a couple of things that caught our eye (soup in a bag at 0,07$, which is usually 10-15 cents), but eventually we bought that soup, a dozen packs, and pretty much nothing else. And a bleach which works by oxydation, releases oxygen into water.
I just had to get this rye annoyance off my chest, as I was bitching about it every time. As much as I learned to love the fragrance of rye bread (in USSR in 1978 and 79, Germany 1990, Hungary 1995), just as much I couldn't believe it can't be found in America. The bread, or whatever passes for it, is there, it's the fragrance that's not.
We found something else, a space deodorant with the smell of freshly washed and outside dried linnen. Really refreshing. You know it's fake, but works like real.
With Berix, work, loads of. The matters in that medical publishing got complicated, intentionally. The whole thing exists because them doctors are forced, by law, to publish, or at least take part in some form of publishing - under the assumption that that will be science papers - so this was an original trick how to have as many of them as possible take turns on as many articles and in as many roles as possible. Momentarily there's fourteen (or was it seventeen) of those roles, including such nebulae as „image editor“, „managing editor“, „senior project editor“ (the junior projects didn't need any editors, amazingly). If anyone would be willing and able to explain the differences between these editors, thanks but I'd rather not hear it, not interested. And the texts contained no original research at all, this was pretty much some fiftyninth medical encyclopaedia. There's joy for them all, and I got tasked with creation of a webpage where they should be able to see, for any given article, who's assigned each role, who can do what and when, who is done who is late, who has to wait for someone else, who's on it now and who's next in queue... Then also editing of these role records, which was supposed to include some logical checking, like the formulae guy not needing to wait for the footnote guy or illustrator... but it sounded too complicated from the outset, so we didn't do it, let them gents of medicine turn their brains on.
Just writing down the current state of assignments was screwy by itself, because we have, on one side, a given team with their role assignments, and on the other the work already performed where they didn't really need to stick to these assignments, they jumped in where needed. What mattered was that they all can boast their bibliography, have taken part in publishing, write down my score and renew my licence.
On the other side, Berix tells the lady boss in Syracuse (or was it Omaha, still not clear who's where)
On July 3rd, Wei Lee rolled out changes for My Account stuff that broke our 'add quick user' utility. This effected BookCC -> Add New User, and the "add user" links on these assigning roles in batch features; plus the "add user" link on both Master CC -> Assign Topics and TopicCC -> Assign Roles. The bug is that the new user information nevers gets saved to the database. This is all one and the same bug (despite the fact that it effects mutliple features in the system) and needs entered into TestTrack assigned to Wei. Once this bug is resolved, you will be able to "add new user" on Assign Authors/Editors in batch, then use the search box to bring that new name into the list of people available for selecting. If Wei has any questions regarding how he broke the quick user utility, tell him to contact me.
(to translate this quite into serbian I even used Yandex's translator... I mean, Berix may be a great pal, a very smart programmer and an all around red blod cell, but when she starts writing the official speak, it's such a language that I don't know what to do first, to translate it as literally as sanity permits, or to acquire an open brain fracture trying to translate it by meaning. This time I used the worst solution, half-half. And I mentioned the lack of utility to add slow users, to comment on Yandex's translation of „addition of quick users“.)
This Wei Lee guy seems to be some boss's pet, and there was a lot he didn't understand about OOP and why should one never touch the common bits... unless one explicitly knows what he's doing and is ready to pull the cat's tail if he screws up.
The net result of this operation came a couple of days later, when that lady boss checked my work and closed all of the related bugs except one, where a detail needed to be done differently. So I got my vote of confidence. The next day, George complains (to Berix, Jerbie and me) that someone with a similar name checked out some six crucial files from the 'no clobber' repository, and to notify us that it wasn't him.
Scheduling the exchange of music with Boća, what he should pack and send by Nina. She brought Danilo to Zrenjanin for a day or two, and somehow managed to get in a fight with mom (dad, it seems, stayed aside) and not because of him, but because she was loud when closing or opening the gate. The gate was a capricious contraption always, one had to know when to shove, when to yank, when to lift... So they went to sleep at Oma's. About mom she just said „I hope I won't become like that when I reach that age“. I said „me first“.
Mentions: 03-VI-1992., Agfa, Aleksandar Raskov (Sale), Božidar Sokolović (Boća), Cecilia Roxbury (Berix), čorba, Danilo, DBA, George Whiteley, Gorana Sredljević (Go), Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Jerry/Jenny Beale (Jerbie), kum, mirko, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), Oma, Ricardo Manuel Bariero (Ricardo), Sejini, Suzana Injački (Zana), in serbian
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