There may well be more rounds to be played between the two of us, and until such time as we’re both free to engage, I shall remain in delighted anticipation.
                                                                                                  —   Jamie Moriarty

In Honor Of Composer Sergei Rachmaninoff ( April 1, 1873 - March 28, 1943 )

Rhapsody On A Theme By Paganini For Piano And Orchestra, Op.43

By Composer Sergei Rachmaninoff

Performed By Pianist Dubravka Tomšič Srebotnjak, Conductor Anton Nanut And The RTV Slovenia Symphony Orchestra

Artwork : “A Pianist” By Artist Theresa Rankin

anonymous asked:

new coworker was cashiering on st patricks day, i was cashier after her. she left me a mountain of shit to do after claiming she did it all (she didnt even make go-back/rtv carts she literally left shit piled everywhere) then told someone i was bossy when i got frustrated about it. i apologized but it made me feel bad because then all my other coworkers were like YEAH YOU'RE SO BOSSY and i couldnt tell if they were joking or not. but that bitch's register was over 29$ and im the bad one >>

scripted ink

<p><p>i do not want to be someone who writes in pencil, <br> someone who walks with their eyes glued to the street <br> and tops of strangers feet, i do not want to be someone <br> who drifts through the brightest constellations without ever <br> greeting a single star. i do not want to be <br> someone who forgets to breathe in <br> the rythmic presence of a strangers heartbeat.</p> <p>i want to be someone who speaks in scripted ink <br> hollow yet concrete so that the oceans, rivers and valleys echo<br> with a voice soaked in sunrise observances; <br> the gentle breeze from strangers’ eyelashes, cloudy rings around irises.<br> i want to be someone who when their hands become obsolete, <br> rays of stardust from their fingers creases they’ll leave.

> - s.d.t // 8.15.15>

A “Joy”ous Easter

Hey Joy!  I couldn’t help but notice that you’re hogging all the RTV Queue Time with reblogs recently, and I have but one thing two things to say to you. Thank you!  Oh and Happy Easter my dear friend.  I’m still working on my reply to your “It’s all about the hearts people” post from the other day.  

Love to all,
Mike <3

P.S.  She’ll probably tell me I’m an a**…again, and while that may very likely be true, today at least, I will do my very best to be a kind one.  Join me anyone?  :)

I could hear the tapping as the border guard swung his stick against the rocker panels of my car. Trying not to sweat, I put on my best neutrally-bored commuter face while waiting for him to lose interest and go away. That’s when he swung a little too hard, and finally broke through one of the massive rust holes in my rockers.

A crackling sound, then the sound of dozens of spray cans of grey RTV falling on the asphalt, tumbling from the special smugglers’ compartments I had built into them. The border guard was at the window now, ordering me out of the car, onto the grass.

“What is this?” he finally asked, after he and his buddies had torn my car down to its constituent elements and only found aerosol cans within it.

“We can’t get it in Canada,” I whined, “and I really can’t draw a straight bead with the squeeze tubes!” I tried to make a gesture with my hands that mimicked having to caulk up an oil pan gasket, but it was very difficult with my hands in cuffs behind my back.

On the way home from the border, I noticed that somehow my heavily worn interior now had fewer rattles after the border guards had slapdash reassembled it in a huff. I smiled to myself, pleased that at least something good had come out of this.

Road Trip Visions [RTV]…

For a few minutes (or so) take a step into my thoughts. Imagine a road trip around, and/or through the country with a few real friends. In my head I imagine a tour bus with me, @wolftyla, @414lilj, @miquela1799, @lilpicassa, and maybe a few others on Tumblr (that the stress from my job won’t allow me to recall at the current moment). Simply riding through the country sharing different laughs & stories, eating various foods & snacks that we love/like, and/or encounter, listening to different genres of music, seeing the most beautiful people, places, and things that most people often forget exist. I can see me & Tyla spending countless nights staring out the window into the vast openness, headphones in, music playing, deeply in our thoughts as we clear our heads, then suddenly Tyla decides to take her musical experience to the next level by standing on top of a table, or something close by just to dance to the music playing truly being silly accidently waking up Lil J as she sleeps peacefully not too far away. All good times though, knowing that Lil Picassa who would be not to far off reading into something that could surely benefit us all. Lil Picassa who most likely would be the one that keeps us all in order throughout the day by giving us the advice that we need even when we don’t come straight out, and ask her for it because we quite simply may not want to hear the answers that we need to overcome our mental worries. Lil Picassa would be able to read our emotions, our faces, our actions, our posture, our signs, and etc to tell when we were anything besides happy, she would help us get through it; but don’t get it misconstrued Miquela world be there by her side if we ever ran into an altercation with anyone along the way with the “clapbacks” of the century sure to make our jaw drop before the immediate laughter that would follow. Leave it to Miquela to be that one person to be that unexpected friend that defines the term random going from one personality to the next, yet cherishing her presence all the same as if they all fit together like a perfect puzzle. I envision long heart to heart talks with Lil J almost every other night talking about anything & everything that crosses our mind down to love & our personal battles with depression. Waking up seeing Lil J sitting in the front of the bus by the driver taking pictures of the sunrise, scenery, and buildings that differ in sizes & shadows; pictures that we’ll always love, and have memories with. “Squad goals” going shopping, getting tattoos/piercings (I’ll probably be the one with 15+ new tattoos by the end of the trip), going bowling/skating/etc, stopping to get food & eat, and take pictures with each other at nearly every stop we make. I can picture random pillow fights with each other, numerous prankings pulled on each other, secrets confessed, tears of happiness & sadness released, and some of the best sleep we’ve ever had as we travel from city to city on the road together. It’s thoughts like this that embody the meaning of life, real people with real feelings sharing real vibes, real thoughts, real expierences, and real life long memories with each other. None of this has happened yet, but I find peace, happiness, and comfort knowing that in my mind something as simple as this could be possible…

Enjoy life the best way you can even if it starts in your own head first.

Peter Prevc podcast

“I’ve become a children-refrigerator.” (about little kids who freeze when they recognise him (and sometimes they jump and hug him, sometimes they are afraid and can’t say anything))

“At matura exam I was the worst at maths, although the classes were pleasant, I was never bored, I guess when reality hit at matura day, my smile slightly faded away.”

“I was always looking forward to it, I was jumping on 7m hill, after three weeks I started asking the coach when can I go on 15, can I go on 15 yet, and so on, then 20, 40, 50 … when I was on 90 I was waiting to go on 120 with the A team, that was a very happy day for me, but there was no fear, maybe now when I’m older. As a kid a fell a few times, two concussions, and once I peeled off half of my face on the ice but nothing critical, you just had to wait that it healed. But there was fear after I fell on ski flying hill, after that I didn’t dare to jump far for half a year.”

“I’m too young now, everything is happening quickly, maybe in 50 years I would be bragging in village tavern or in front of the grandchildren but now I don’t deal with it that much.”

“Exellent feelings appear maybe five times in a season … maybe ten … when you jump off and you know it would go far, you simply take off, the body lifts, time stops, the skis move themselves, you turn for a few degrees, you dive towards the bottom, those are the feelings ski jumpers live for. …Yes, it’s like another movie, it’s nirvana for ski jumpers, you feel self-confdence already before, time is three times slower, you know exactly how you put your hand, you are aware of the whole body how it stands.”

“You need someone who builds a wall, who puts there a filter and protects you from all the influences outiside. (media, public) Trainers who aren’t satisfied and lifted up. And you need family who doesn’t prepare you a reception but accepts you as before - with a warm word and a phone bill.”

“I brought the big crystal globe at Kongresni trg (reception), then once or twice I needed it for photographs, now it’s at home in a box, I don’t know, to watch it every day seems a bit … “švoh” (weak) … another thing to clean.“

"When I returned from Vietnam (holidays), there was just some picnic, the team, Slatnar, Trbovc, we were just talking and then the next day I was outside in the garden when Justin calls me, "do you have time”, “in principle yes”, “can you come”, “yes I will come”, and Mina asked what it was and I said I think they have stopped making skis.“

"I communicate with a different phone number, otherwise everything is the same, language is the same, soft, hard is the same, skis are the same.”

“Actually a goal is a weird word … to give yourself an ultimate whether you achieve or not achieve something … a wish is that even if you don’t achieve it it’s not the end of the world, but yes, there’s a wish to achieve something big with the team.” (about (maybe) winning the nations cup)

Associations to 10 given words:
Planica - “celebration” (praznik), charity project of sponsorships - “wonderful”, Noriaki Kasai - “oldster”, books - “passion”, mointains - “rest”, in me is boiling - “when I can’t sleep”, fall - “lubber” (štor=stump), defeat - “win”, ski jumping world record - “it happens”, family - “comes”.

Interviewed by Slavko Jerič