Reblog : Περίπου το 30 π.Χ.



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Σήμερα Πρωτη του Καλοκαιριου και ενω οι λέξεις-κλειδια που οδηγουν στα μπλογκ μας μαρτυρουν ότι παρα πολλοί ανθρωποι ψαχνουν πληροφοριες για καμπινγκ στην Ικαρία, εφετος η αγαπημενη μου Νανα δεν νοιαζεται για «τις αναγκες του κοινου ενοψη του Αυγουστου» (♦). Φευγει πιο περα, μακρια. Δινει το στιγμα της, δημοσιευοντας το…  


Περίπου το 30 π.Χ.

. «Εδώ λοιπόν που λέτε είχαμε εκλογές και κυκλοφόρησε κόσμος και αν και δεν δυσαρεστήθηκα με τα αποτελέσματα, δεν την γλύτωσα και μελαγχόλησα όπως πάντα το παθαίνω με την πολλή πολιτικούρα. Ευτυχώς όμως γελάσαμε με το … (διαβαστε περισσοτερα)

Με τετοιο πνευμα, τρελη διαθεση και πολλη δουλεια…

ΚΑΛΟ ΚΑΛΟΚΑΙΡΙ!!!


(♦)Παρολα αυτα, αγαπημενοι αναγνωστες, επειδη δεν θελουμε να γινουν ποτε ξανα

http://worldwideeyes.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/freecamping_stiker.gif?w=315&h=221 αυτα τα πραγματα
η προταση μας για να κανετε καμπινγκ στην Ικαρια βρισκεται στο

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On the Harmful Effects of Sun, Salt and Sand☺


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There used to be here a pathetic entry about Carlos Castaneda that I deleted. At that time my father had died and I had gone, so to speak, off-hand… But the drawings are cool so I am leaving them in place, You can delete and re-edit a blog entry, you can’t delete a phase in your life.

Nagual  (pronounced nah-wa'hl) - tulpa - monad - モナド by sanchezdot monad-monism by smile 44
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So instead of Castaneda’s suspicious old sophistries, take bright surfmadpig’s Summer of 2005 in Ikaria! I have celebrated her in this blog long ago; it’s time I celebrate her again tonight that I am in so much need of that spirit.
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Ikaria is a Greek island near the Turkish coast. It got its name from the mythological Icarus, son of Daedalus, who escaped the labyrinth of Crete with his father by building wax wings and flying. However, Icarus got excited and flew too close to the sun; his wings melted, he fell into the sea and died. The place where he landed is where I spent the end of July and the whole August.


 

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..Selected pictures from various of her blog entries

Giannis' musical tooth

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pink batmobile on the beach

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tv aquarium in Rebelo bar. always on the best channel in the world.

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giraffe on pumpkin in dimos' cantine.satisfied sausage-shaped creature found on the beach.

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the history of the Icarian Communist Party, found in Leonidas' house.

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nai, auta einai sunthimata.

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messakti beach, ikaria island. a kingdom of sunbathing, music and smiles. and alcohol. half of the days the sea was calm and exotic like the first pic, and the rest we swam in the foamy goodness of the second picture. all the time, though, it was the best move to rid a hangover. & there were some, i admit.

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no time like the present to get ripped apart

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Nana and I, Bikinis and Beers

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That summer was for surfmadpig. Then winter and my turn came.

Eleni 16/5/2012

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Μύθοι για την Ικαρία : Ο ΚΟΚΚΙΝΟΣ ΜΥΘΟΣ


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Η λογοκρισία στο προηγούμενο entry μας τσάκισε. Φαίνεται όμως πως δεν έχουν πρόβλημα με τις φωτογραφίες. Ορίστε, να μία. Είναι ένα κουλό σύνθημα γραμμένο σε βράχο στο βάθος μέσα στο φαράγγι της Χάλαρης. Οι πολλοί καπιταλιστές που περνούν από εκεί στο δρόμο για τις βρωμοδουλειές τους, σίγουρα το βλέπουν και τρέμουν. Θα λένε από μέσα τους, «Άντε να τελειώνουμε με την εκμετάλλευση και τη παγκοσμιοποίηση, γιατί αν αργήσουμε, την έχουμε βάψει«.
Είμαι σίγουρη ότι έτσι λένε.
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Θα δουλέψουμε εθελοντές πάλι φέτος.
Ορισμένοι free campers
θα μας γυρίζουν την πλάτη και θα μας λένε ‘κορόιδα’.
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χεστήκαμαν! 😛
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Μόνο με δουλειά κάνεις ένα τόπο δικό σου.
Smash smash smash
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Το έχω δει κι εγώ αυτό το σύνθημα και θαύμασα το θάρρος αυτών που το έγραψαν σε τόσο πολυσύχναστο μέρος με τόσες κάμερες κι αστυνομία τριγύρω.

Monday February 19, 2007 – 09:56pm (EET)

Παρολες «τις καμερες και τις αστυνομιες» (χα χα), λουστηκαμε πολλες φορες  γυμνες και ανενοχλητες στην ωραια αγγελολιβαδα που υπαρχει πισω απο το βραχο.

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Το συνθημα μας ενοχλησε μονο στο βαθμο που ηθελε να δειξει οτι το μερος «ανηκε» σε κάποιον -στη προκιμενη περιπτωση δηλ. στους αντικαπιταλιστες, αντιεξουσιαστες η οτι ειναι τελος παντων. Για μενα ηταν *tribal mark* και το διαβασα σαν *this place belongs to…*, *such and such have been here…* : γνωστες ανωριμοτητες
(τα ‘χω περασει κι εγω -μη βγαζω την ουρα μου απ’ εξω)
Ωστοσο απο σκουπιδια, ουτε ιχνος! Αρα υπαρχει ελπιδα. Οταν τους περασει το smash capitalism πραγμα, να γινουν ενταξει, να μαθουν 2-3 αλλα πραγματα και τελικα να το προστατεψουν αυτο το μερος. Νομιζω ετσι θα γινει. Η μηπως γινεται ηδη;

Friday February 23, 2007 – 12:55am (PST)


Legends about Ikaria : THE RED MYTH


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THE RED MYTH

(an interview with Doubting Thomas)

Old communist man proudly singing songs

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Let’s cut this short. Are Ikarians anarchists and commies?

– Impossible to x-ray minds. All I can judge upon is what I see. And all I’ve seen on the island is small private property owners, farmers, shopkeepers, craftsmen, journeymen and many jacks-of-all-trades.

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But all three Mayors of the island are supported by the Communist Party!

– I happened to meet them. I saw three mild and complaisant middle-aged gentlemen. If they had long beards and wore black frocks they would be like clergymen. And like clergymen they deal with the problems: they talk long and discuss. As Doubting Thomas I appreciate discussions very much. Evenmore when there is wine involved.
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Which by the way happens to be red.

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– It’s also very strong and sometimes too rough; as strong and rough as the natural profile of the island.

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Speaking of the natural profile of the island, isn’t it true that in the mountains of Ikaria you may meet old people who speak like bolsheviks?

– It’s true that I’ve met some old farmers who spoke like Bolscheviks. But the question is : do they behave like such? I doubt so. The bucolic surrounding just didn’t fit. The bolsheviks I met were all regular churchgoers, for example. And that’s how I met them: in church. I saw them and listened to them from my icons in church. I was puzzled on how honnest they were; so, to shed some light onto the matter,  I read «Rebels and Radicals», a book on the recent history of Ikaria. xxx xx xxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx xxxx xxxx   I was very disappointed. I didn’t read anything about bloodsheds. There was a lot about starvation, migration, deprivation, but only a few rebel acts. In a book with a red cover and a hot title, I expected an occasional massacre, a couple of mass executions, prison camps, bloody uprisals. Yet there was very little -if none at all. Given that Ikaria was involved in one way or another in every major event of the last two centruries, at a certain point I got suspicious -as if the writer had supressed information. Not that he actually did. What I mean is that I was surprised not to find a lot of violence through the pages of that book.

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hammer under sickle by angeloska on Flickr

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How do you explain this?

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– I’m not here to explain. My job is to doubt. I thought we had agreed that this interview would not follow a «cause – effect» course.

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Oh sorry, Mr Thomas; I forgot myself.

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– Don’t apologize. I understand your need for explanations. So here is a hint: «when elephants quarrel, ants suffer».

[xxxxxxxx xxxxx xxxxxxa  the red hammer & sickles and the black «Smash Capitalism» slogans all over? Somebody would say t xxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxxxx  violent ants.
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– Is anyone scared? This is the question. Bankers and industrialists never visit; nor are there any resident bankers and industrialists. Who are these slogans supposed to -allow me the expression- scare the xxxxxx out of? If you ask me, I must see confiscations of private property, collectivization of the land, community-run hotels and restaurants, ban of free trade and profit, replacement of forests with sovkhoze plantations, hydroelectric dams; or show me some tourists who got  xx xxxxxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxx xxx  Only then will I see Ikaria as a Red Rock.

 by fliegender  by fliegender Ikarians land on the moon (ΟΠΣ Ικαρίας 013) by angeloska Ikaria, Griechenland September 2007 by Steunerin on Flickr

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This is scary! As far as I know nobody wants to do these things in Ikaria -for real at least.

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Seeee?.. It’s a Legend !.. Somehow your island, the name, the landscape, the wine, has the inherent ability to generate this type of myths. You must be aware of this and take measures. Now with the globalization [xxxx xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxxxxx xxx  turning more and more xxxxx xxxxx to the left, you will have more tourists xxxxxx xxxxxx.
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Measures? Like what?

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Keep the prices low; build campings; look after the nature. This Red Rock thing is xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[ xxxxxxxxx people want to believe it -for the be-best, or the wo-worst. So it’s up to you. You can make it work for your own good.

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Oh Mr Thomas, you are so cunning and practical!

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– Of course I am. I am a saint! Have you forgotten?

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(F[xxx ! This interview was censored as soon as I uploaded it. The reason is that [xxxxxxxxxxxx . The   [xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  are responsible for this. xxxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxxxx I am very sorry about it. Read through behind the black tapes using your imagination. That’s what’s all about, isn’t it?)

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Girl inside Thorns by egotoagrimi  Athina Sk.


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I had an uncle exactly as you describe. His family used to be well-off in the times of prosperity when the islands had trade with the Asian coast. But when I met him he was just a poor farmer. He dreamt of the coming of the worldwide revolution that would unite everybody equal etc. When we had a family reunion in Ikaria, they sent us kids away after lunch. Then my father and my old uncle sat down in private and counted the possibilities…
I evesdropped many times to know what they were talking about. It was deadly boring. Yet I was impressed by their knowledge of the world politics. This was in the middle of nowhere … you know where. My uncle was the sweetest little man. And the palms of his hands where like a stone out of labouring the earth all his life.
The world revolution never came. But my uncle died (falling off a fruit tree) thinking that it was about to come. He saw around and found that conditions were improving. People were coming and going, there was more money, cars, telephones, etc. This was enough for him. In fact the «world revolution» he dreamt of… he was in it already 😀

Thursday February 22, 2007 – 10:49pm (EET)

KKE in Seychelles beach, Ikaria typical story :: thanks for adding 🙂

Friday February 23, 2007 – 12:57am (PST)