” In music the passions enjoy themselves. ” – Friedrich Nietzsche
Nikos Skalkottas (1904-1949) was one of the greatest composers of the 2oth century classical music – I personally place him next to Kurt Weill and Igor Stravinsky. It’s a shame that nowadays most people (especially here in Greece) don’t know his work. Here’s the wikipedia page about him:
I should write what are the names of the compositions and the songs in this video and where the photos in it are taken.
36 Greek Dances
00:00 – 01:23 Epirotikos – photos from the region of Epirus in Greece.
01:24 – 03:22 Kleftikos – photos of various Greek mountains.
03:22 – 05:16 Tsamikos (An Eagle) – photos of various Greek mountains again, but this time during the winter, so they’re all full of snow.
05:16 – 06:38 Cretikos – photos from the island of Crete. At 06:19 we see Castello a Mare (castle of the sea) or Castel di Candia (castle of Candia), which was build by the Venetians (Crete was under Venetian/Italian rule for many centuries).
06:38 – 08:22 Syrtos Dance – photos from the castle of Mistras, situated at mt. Taygetos in the Peloponnese (it’s near Sparta). This castle was build by the Franks (during the crusades, Peloponnese was under Frankish rule) and later the Byzantines (or, to be more precise, Eastern Romans) conquered it, that’s why we see a lot of churches there. The statue that we see at the end of the song is of the last Byzantine emperor, Constantine IX Palaeologus.
08:22 – 10:12 Island Dance – photos of various islands in Greece. The first one is from the island of Santorini.
10:12 – 12:03 Mazochtos Dance – photos of various ancient sites. More explicitly:
10:16 – reenactment of the ancient Olympic games ceremony at ancient Olympia.
10:28 – photo of the Knossos palace on the island of Crete.
10:40 – I have no idea which temple is this, probably the Aphaea (or Aphaia) temple on the island of Aegina.
10:51 – Again, no idea. Probably the temple of Apollo in Corinth (it’s impossible for me to know all the archaeological sites in Greece, there are too many of them).
11:03 – Temple of the Olympian Zeus in Athens.
11:14 – Temple of Poseidon at cape Sounion (it’s near Athens).
11:25 – Sanctuary of Athena in Delphi.
11:37 – Temple of Apollo on the island of Delos.
11:48 – The Lion Gate at Mycenae in Peloponnese.
12:01 – same as the photo at 10:16.
12:03 – 15:26 The Trawler – photos of the sea.
The Maiden and Death
15:26 – 18:25 Andantino (Tempo di Valse) – photos of statues/sculptures/graves from the First Cemetery of Athens.
Piano Concerto No. 1
18:26 – 19:50 – photos of various buildings in Athens.
Bolero for Cello and Piano
19:51 – 21:57 – photos from Germany (whoever made this video put them in, because Skalkottas studied music in Germany).
The Return of Ulysses (Overture)
21:58 – 24:01 – photos of refugees and immigrants, not only in Greece, but in various places of Europe.
Double Bass Concerto
24:01 – 26:00 Allegro Vivo e Molto Ritmato – photos of various ancient Greek statues.
26:00 – 27:25 – photos taken during the Nazi occupation of Greece (1941-1944). At 26:46 and 27:04 we see the ”saltadoroi” (jumpers): these were small kids who jumped on German trucks and were stealing food to eat. At 27:13 we see Greek partisans. The last photo was taken in Athens on the day the Germans left the city.
Even if you know you’re just eating to fill the void inside. Though, the hunger pangs are real… Maybe the empty void turns into a physical manisfestation where you do feel a biological need/want to constantly eat?
What I don’t need is the extra weight tho…
So…I just ordered a vegan pizza, with some plain wings, cheesy sticks, and then balanced it with a salad LOL. Cuz you know, you gotta eat *something* healthy to offset all the bad goodiness… 😛
Was gonna go out but it’s all rainy today. It’s on it’s way…in about 30-60 min.
Why can’t I love eating healthy food? I’ve got a taste for all the bad stuff- cheap, tasty fast food. Damn, I kinda want a burger and fries…
Tell me what junky food you’ve eaten today so far…
My aunty is visiting me before I leave for college, and she is the prettiest of my mom’s siblings because she uses the most makeup and she is the “beauty expert”. The only downside to this is that she cares way too much about her looks and comments on other peoples’ too. I was at the mall with her today with one of my other family members, and she kept talking about how much smaller she is than I am, yet she still has more than double my breast size. She kept saying comments during dinner (we ate saucy chicken wings from her favorite restaurant) about how because I eat these unhealthy foods all the time (which is not true at all), I will become fat and unhealthy in the future. Being someone who has gotten over anorexia, bulimia, depression, anxiety, and more, these comments started to bother me after a while.. I still don’t know what to do because it’s only her second day here, and her whole trip is 14 days in total.. I leave for college 6 days before she leaves, but I don’t know how I will withstand those days.. I feel like with every word she says about weight, she burns my self-esteem down more and more..
Also, when I first saw her, I knew that she hasn’t been eating right because she looked malnourished and very similar to an anorexic person.. And I think for a split second I wanted to look like that, too
I love myself.. But these comments are making me love myself less and less..
to even feed my own ass. How lame is that? I’m hungry, but too depressed to go out and feed myself.
This looks so good lol. Who can resist fried chocolate?
Time to raid my fridge for something…
I’d be way less depressed if I could eat whatever I want. Seriously.
What are you craving?
When you’re tired, depressed and lazy…
Just think how much more efficient your life could be if you ate only like 1x/week like snakes do? Just think how much less teeth brushing and cleaning up you’ll have to do. And the constant having to go out to get food…
Went out to get food today. Took nearly 3 hours RT from start to finish. Only for it to last a few days and then you’ll have to do it all over again.
Just takes so much time and energy just to get food and feed oneself. It gets tiresome O_o
I’m here because I don’t want to die. I want to believe that I have something to offer this world, and that my current suffering will lead to a day where I can turn it around and use it to help others. Thing is, I’ve been depressed my whole life. I feel like from the moment I was born, I was given a cluster of psychiatric diagnoses instead of a personality. I was a problem to be solved, not a person to be loved. I was not human; I was merely human labels. Autism at first, because I’d rock endlessly in place. Then bipolar, because I’d self-harm as early as two if I didn’t get my way, then two minutes later be sunshine and smiles. Then I was ADHD because I was restless and energetic as I grew a bit older. Then Autistic turned to Asperger’s when it showed that I had poor social skills, low emotional intelligence, yet an apparently advanced intellect.
Now I’m just simply here. I just turned 30 back in May and I still don’t really know who I am. I’ve rejected almost all of these labels to try and find myself without them, but now I’m not sure what for. Two years ago, I quit therapy, weaned myself off of my meds, and I grew substantially. I actually found and kept work. I learned how to cook and how to eat well for my mood management. I began considering a potential career in nursing that would focus on nutrition for mental health.
Now it’s circling around. I’m having a hard time letting go of the past. I finally learned how to forgive my mom and truly stop being angry with her, which is good. We’ve become friends. I’ve recognized that she only ever meant to help me and that she’s loved me deeply and has worked hard for me to get where I am at all. This woman used to fight with my high school nearly every day for each year I was there. Just so that I could graduate by the skin of my teeth. At that time, I could barely leave the house.
But I just can’t let go of the pain of being denied an identity. Not only by the imposition of labels before I had a chance to assert any kind of a personality, but also by bullies, who were constant throughout my entire schooling. I even had a few years of school where the ENTIRE CLASS ganged up on me and teachers did little to nothing. I learned very early on that authority is very often not on your side. It doesn’t care.
I don’t have health insurance or a car. I can barely keep up with my rent and bills. I have a feeling that something is wrong either with my sleep cycle or my thyroid but I don’t know how I can get it checked when I can’t save a dime and Medicaid denied me. I feel exceedingly anxious and hopeless as the days go on. Life should be good now. I have a wonderful boyfriend that I stomp on with my stupid spells of sadness. He should leave me, but he doesn’t, and I’m too scared of being alone to let him go. I feel so selfish, so desperate. He is always holding me, crying for me. Why I don’t know. I wish I had the heart to do what’s right.
I don’t want to die but there was a time when dying was all I desired. All I would think about. It has proven the hardest to curb that broken record thought cycle. It’s eating me up and I don’t know whyat to do. I cry at the drop of a hat. I feel so bad for my boyfriend. I keep trying to hang onto the little things, like my mom’s new kitten or my next cup of green tea as pointless as that sounds. Food feels more like a ball and chain each day though. At first it was miraculous that it could be so healing for me. Now it is frustrating that if I have the most minor of sugar crashes, my mind goes into a tailspin and there I am pacing and agitated and ready to break.
I’m slowly coming to honest terms with myself; that despite all the effort, I can’t fix this whole thing. This weight problem. It drags me down both physically and figuratively. I feel cross with myself all the time: why can’t I successfully diet? Why can’t I stick to a plan religiously? The universe doesn’t want me to be happy, and I’m not going to fight back anymore. It’s sickening, how polluted my mind is. Fat. Food. Carbs. Weight. Fat. Not good enough. Disgusting. I don’t know how much longer before wanting to die becomes needing to die. I can’t fucking wait for that moment.
Telling someone they can’t be sad because others have it worse,is like saying someone can’t be happy because others have it better.
I didn’t eat yesterday but a small bowl of chicken pasta from panera bread. I haven’t eaten anything today yet. But I know my best friend/sisster is going to make me eat lunch. I just don’t like eating, I think eating is gross. On top of that I don’t have an appetite for anything. Plus I am a very picky eater.
My friends tell me I have an eating disorder…I told them they where full of shit…but they aren’t I’m not stupid I know that not eating is killing me but I cant eat…it makes me feel sick even thinking about it…Maybe being skinny will make my mom love me again…