The Sudden Date

Sunday lazy late morning, when I so neatly decided to stay home the whole entire day, which is perfectly understandable, especially after having quite busy, stressful week overwhelmed with different meetings dedicated to solving different kind of cases, even though the weather outside is marvelous, late Autumn sun is shining, birds are singing, all of this makes your decision about the whole-day-escapism fairly absurd, and when I was sitting in a canteen reading a book I was so in need of reading after quite a break from fiction literature, due to almost absence of time on my own overwhelmed- with- daily- stuff- self, all of a sudden, I am getting a text message stating the precise time of train arrival and suggestion to meet for a coffee or tea, it makes me get up, with no sense of hesitation I start preparing myself to get out of the place, I was planning to lock myselfin for the whole day, to meet the person that is due to arrival in ,literally, couple of hours, with not a iota of irritation due to cancellation of my Sunday plans to stay -home-do- nothing, I found myself down on the street, totally mobilized, full of decisiveness to spend the whole day with people around, when I recognized with this uncommon clarity that I have more energy than I was in need to accomplish, and when in this mood I walked down the beautifulest streets of downtown towards the place where we have finally decided to meet, I've got a phone call with obviously disappointed voice on the other side of the line telling me:

- I am here and called you three times already. Why don't you pick up your phone?

Записки из подполья

Это сильный момент в этом всем... Для меня, во всяком..

пс: Папа всячески против моего тотального увлечения Федор Михалычем ,говорит, 'все герои у него страдальцы, которых в самой своей развязке Достоевский обязательно или убивает или окончательно рассудка лишает. А у Запада к нему такая тяга ,потому что Россия в его произведениях вся депрессивная, ужасная, отсюда и искаженное представление о том, какова жизнь в России на самом деле' :)

Victory day

9th of May, victory day..

Yesterday I've seen that handicapped old man, he ain't got no legs, but he was smiling, he smiled at me, amazed, I smiled back, he smiled at people around and was congratulating everyone with the victory day. You know why I was amazed? Cause that was so very sincere, rare, real smile as an indication of uncovered happiness. 

Today morning when listening to the news about what has happened in Mariupol yesterday... I couldn't stop crying. It doesn't seem as mass media bloodshed exaggeration any longer :( 

To know who is right or wrong right now, at that particular moment ,is quite difficult, time should pass in order to enable people to judge the history.

But right now, at that particular moment, they HAVE to stop this!!

There's infinite hope..

But not for us (c) F.K

Don't know, I just feel like quoting Kafka today, with no particular reason. Btw, did you know that 'kafka' means 'crow' in Czech language?
Interesting, when listening Czech language, you do realize that words sound the same as in Russian, but you are not getting anything out of what you're listening, such a paradox, words, separately, do sound the same, but when they are united in one single sentence, it is very difficult to get the meaning... There is something with pronounciation, this is very linguistic, which I am not very good at.

У Сталкера ,Тарковского гениальный есть монолог про музыку. ВотЪ:

"Проснулись? Вот вы говорили тут о смысле нашей жизни. Бескорыстности искусства. Вот скажем музыка… Они и с действительностью-т­о меньше всего связана. Вернее… связана, но безыскусственно, механически… Пустым звуком, без ассоциаций… И тем не менее, музыка, каким-то чудом проникает в самую душу. Что же резонирует в нас в ответ на приведенный в гармонии шум? И превращается для нас в источник наслаждения, и объединяет… И потрясает!.. Для чего все это нужно? И главное, кому?.. Бывает ведь никому… И не для чего, так… бескорыстно. Да нет… Вряд ли…Ведь все в конечном счете имеет свой смысл. И смысл, и причину…"

Гениально.

Так вот о музыке. Бесконечно я...

Как Ты там?

Notes from the underground

Кто лучше мог сказать, как не он:

Второй раз перечитываю записки человека подпольного:) Так сказать, подпольная читает о подпольном :)) Федор Михалыч гениален, глубокое чутье природы человеческой. 

CoCd country specific fields *presumably* bug

On the bbc, yesterday, they were discussing such topic as solitude. Such a coincidence :) Western psychologists were sharing their most recent experiences of total solitude. That was indeed interesting, how one percepts the meaning of the solitude. One was saying that last time she felt so very lonely was when she was in a passport -control -queue in some airport for one hour and a half, no wi-fi, no willing to talk queue- neighbors :)) One hour and something of solitude...  :)
They were saying that in the US, culturally, you are not allowed to be alone, by your own very self. If you ARE by your own very self, then you will be perceived as a total weirdo, there's something wrong with you. Never been in the US, can not say if this one is true or not. Also they've said that in eastern cultures people are more reserved, people do respect their/other's right on being by their own lonely selves, and that people do need time for themselves, in order to feel the ache of the feeling and stuff like this...
Also there was something about studies, whether it is better for students to listen to one single lecturer for the whole entire good academic hour, and be by their own solitude selves, or interact with others in group discussions.
What else... it is interesting that this becomes a topic of 'seriously scientific' discussion. Now-a-days when people are barely alone 'thanks' to advantages of civilization, people started thinking of escapism as something extraordinary :)


Ok, so...

The topic is quite straightforward, but there is that one thing which I really didn't figure out, if that one is some sort of bug or something.

Assuming that you're customizing company code from the scratch. And you need to add country specific fields into that.

What you're doing is, first, you go to table T001I (via SE16) and start creating entries you're required to:

Assume, you're done with all the fields:

Then assign values to these fields in T001Z table (SE16):

BUT... something went wrong, and fields didn't appear in OBY6 t-code (maintenance of global settings of CoCd). 

After series of experiments on that, I found out, that you need to blank ISO code in view V_T001I (via SM30), this is cross- client table, so, careful :). Have no idea, what is the trick, but before doing that, all I was getting in OBY6 is all of the country- specific fields related to Russian company code. 

ps: wondering if this too shall ever pass...

Norwegian wood and etc.

I've finished 'Norwegian wood' yesterday btw. That one was difficult to fully concentrate on, cause recently there's been so many things I had to accomplish at once. In any of the ways, that book is nothing but another one, sad-love-life story from the Murakami. Toru guy that has that strong and weird feeling towards the girlfriend of his friend which committed suicide. Midori girl with her deviant sex behaviour that fell with Toru. Ah now, that I think of everything I've read, it seems that he himself, I mean Watanabe, psychologically is not pretty normal, he attracts this kind of psychologically deviant people. His way too tough ,cold and always pretending to be cool Nagasawa friend. Naoko girl, my goodness... Kizuki guy, this Midori girl... It is not people being weird around Toru, it is Toru being weird in attracting total weirdos in his life. He gets hurt, but he really enjoys it. Yes, indeed, the fact that he enjoys being totally hurt was proved by his last 2 months trip to Tokyo, living this eremetical (let's call it) lifestyle in there for the good 2 months... Here I need to stop with Murakami, my brain doesn't accepts him any longer, I don't understand many things, for instance, why to have sex with Reiko, with married woman, 19 years older than you...
Thinking of re-reading something really 'life-asserting' from Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis maybe. Tell me what you read, and I'll tell you who you are :))) Heh :)))