Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in bakush's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, June 29th, 2004
8:46 pm	Be wired but beware^ for we are everywhere I never work hard I always work easy I prefer being smart rather than being busy I stand and shine in the middle of the square In that very time when In that very point where I create the atmosphere I always work hard I never work easy Madly motivated and never dizzy I prefer being organized rather than randomized Nowhere to be, no place no time for me I accept and agree Do you understand what I understate? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 13th, 2004
9:17 pm	Mistakes I was married once, twice, thrice, four times. And every time it was a happy marriage. I got used to my mistakes. Mistake is a normal thing. Here is my song about mistakes. oh my mistakes round and ripe like grapes from heads to toes you are my friends and foes my self-made and second-hand mistakes new-born and old mistakes with various rates and maturity dates short like circuits long like serpents standard & odd I grow you myself and I catch you in different places sometimes I get you for free but too often I buy you high with perfect enthusiasm I fall into your embraces I always agree I don't object and never deny I forgive you mistakes for you give me a lot of numerous combinations I shall never repeat you because I want you to be diverse you advent and I meet you and greet you in all situations for you hold my minutes not allowing my life to disperse. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, May 10th, 2004
10:08 pm	A Liquid Liquid Sometimes they say money is an absolute liquid. But I know a liquid which is more liquid than money. This liquid was invented in Middle Ages in an alchemical laboratory of Kazan. My young friend's mother is a CEO of that laboratory. Since 1459 this woman sells patient rights on this liquid. (Of course I couldn't help buying a patient. I built a small factory in NY). Since this liquid is VERY liquid, we always have to watch its profitability; however, it sometimes becomes too volatile. It often disperses. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, May 7th, 2004
11:42 pm	Bill Gates' song Once I met Bill Gates and asked him to compose a song for me. He refused at once saying he is no poet. But I gave him my favorite liquid, which was very liquid, And he drank it, and immediately dictated the following song: To my subjective impression, There are two ways to be wrong: The position of posession And the desire to belong. Every day we poor sinners Definetely have to choose Between willings of the winners And the readiness to loose. Well of course it doesn't matter, Everything is all the same, I don't know what way is better, But I know what's my aim. And then he fell asleep, poor baby. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 1st, 2004
4:36 pm	On the day I was born, - It was Wednesday, Mercredi, Mittwoch, sroda, - And the Mercury was in his own house, in the strongest position, - And the weather was warm, still, calm, but cloudy, +23-25C, - And the Danish ship “Sophia” left the Danzig haven to Grimsbu with his hold full of wheat, - And in the Red hall of Sopot theatre there was a meeting of National-socialist Labor party, with a certain herr Heinrich Meister as a chairman, - And discount rate was 5,5%, - And Danzig rye bonds went for nine guldens sixty for a centner, - And the orchestra played foxtrot in the park in the evening, on the day I was born. (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 29th, 2004
12:55 pm	Playing Counterpoint Counterpoint is “Kontrapunkt”, if you know what I mean. You left and right hands may play counterpoint, and two currents may play counterpoint, and you may sometimes stay against the current for a short time, according to your plan. Counterpoint is a system not method, And it is like sex: it needs mutual agreement. Counterpoint is a movement not position; acceptation not opposition; reason not passion. You must be full of care and beware. The person playing counterpoint minds himself as well as the other, he IS the same as the other. And now listen to the optimist counterpointer’s song. Maybe you have already heard it somewhere. I composed it long ago. I was young, and proud of myself, and knew not much about counterpointing. So be lenient. Counterpointer hunts as a pointer Better than all clever hounds counterpointer counts Tricks, chips and pounds he finds and crops - And never drops! In orchestras and in companies, Dealing with music and gold, Counterpointer accompanies the breakers of all the world. No respect for crowns! Stay at your own point! With all the up-and-downs playing counterpoint. Whether he gets his earnings by sword, by word or keyboard - Roundabout turning is counterpointers' sport. Art of smart composition - that's what takes him and wakes, Hold your own position! Don't copy mistakes! Variables are random, co-relations are week, But he doesn't abandon - traces lead him to peak! Improvising devices is Counterpointers' pride, He meets stresses and crises by face, by ass and by side, Analyses advices - And go to hell, the guide! He invents the brands and expands the trends (sometimes he simply pretends) He sounds (or counts amounts of cash) in situation of crash World is a great Disappointer, Whether you fight or love, But a brilliant Counterpointer Sees Harmony that's above. (Comment on this)
12:49 pm	When I was young When I was sixteen, I wanted nach Amerika gehen. But they didn’t want to let me in. They said: “Aren’t you going to beg for money?” “Sure, - I said, - but wait for fifty years, and I'll bring you back large sums of taxes”. When I was eighteen, my friend used to say I would never become a boss. He said, “have you ever seen such a long red boss? They are all short brunets”. “Masz racje, - I answered, - Tu as raison”. It was a serious reason, I meant. When I was twenty, I worked as a supervisor on the building. I used to stand and watch the builders, just to stare and nothing more. They were angry with me. I was fired very soon. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 28th, 2004
4:00 pm	My Spoons I have two spoons: the full one and the empty one. The empty one is an extraordinary silver spoon for new-born children. The full one is an ordinary aluminium spoon, but it is full, and it is for me. I take my spoon and turn it round, but it remains full. I stick my spoon into the wall and eat glue. I know many tricks with spoons, but they are not for sale. They are only just for fun. I will tell you later on. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 27th, 2004
10:59 am	Sink positive My little yellow lemons, my tiny teeny-weeny limes, My points and lines and pounds and lions, And my crops-drops-letters, my first-second-words (try to explain it better), Everything that is red and golden in the twenty-first century Polden (midday) Greenback roses and rose greenbacks – calls and bring-backs And Deep Dark Blues – Everything drowns, something dries, nothing grows, Taka obraza (such an abuse!) And even though in spite of against contrary to – I sink positive. (Comment on this)
10:56 am	I would have said that when I had been young I had done a lot of specific things future billionaires always do. For example they usually buy a pack with 6 bottles of Coca-cola for 25 cents and sell them one by one for 5 cents each. Or they ask their parents to give them a couple of City Service shares when they are ten. Or they help their fathers with the balance shit. Sheet, I mean. But I don’t remember myself doing such enterprising things, or playing chess, or being cheerleader. You see, I grew up in an old town with all those towers, flower markets, dancing grounds, narrow ladders and so on. It disappeared when I was fifteen. The only thing that can correspond somehow with my later money is that on Sunday we three, my Mom, her friend (maybe he was my father) and me, usually played bridge altogether. My Mom always won, not me. Not me. (Comment on this)
Monday, April 26th, 2004
11:43 pm	When I was little I was no consumer. Other children always pestered their parents for different things. They tried to earn money somehow, to buy candies, films, balls, bicycles and toys. And I was not interested in this process of getting and spending. I was wise. When I grew up, things changed, but now I am little and happy again. What would antiglobalists say if they read this confession? By the way. "Ded Bakush" doesn't mean "dead Bakush". I am still alive. "Ded" is a Russian equivalent of "Grandpa". (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 25th, 2004
6:32 pm	Once I found a 1000 dollars banknote on the way to my house, and I gave it to my young wife in order that she could buy herself a little present. But in the evening there was a booze-up in honor of the two consulting groups' merger, and we were there. The president of one of these groups sat near my wife, And he began to chat with her, saying things like that he knew for sure that their shares would soon go up. He thought she would retell me this information, and that would persuade me to buy his shares. But my wife was young and she wanted to do everything herself, so she didn't retell me this information. She simply bought these shares. And I didn't know about it, and I sold my block, and it was 5%, So they went down, and my poor little Susi lost her 1000 dollars. I had to give her another banknote. MORAL 1: Young girls must either develop a critical mind or sit still and be modest. MORAL 2: Information is not useful when you can't use it. (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 24th, 2004
11:51 pm	Long Term Krzyrztof Bakush I am a long term Krzyrztof Bakush, born in Danzig in 1930 not dead since now even though one anti-classic said there are no long terms for a human being, maybe that is because I am not a human being, I have no ambitions and no obligations (oh, I have some); No senses to hide, no chances to miss, no secrets to use, Frankly speaking, I've got nothing but the blues. I jeszcze, I have a dream. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
6:23 pm	A Perfect Smile What will happen if the ends of my mouth meet on the back of my head? I guess it will be funny. But no one would smile about it wider than me. You see, I am a perfectionist :) (Comment on this)