Dreamworld (part II)

The dosage of reality vs. fiction is different from one place to the other, in my dreamworld. This time, I'll tell you about a more fictional place in my mind.

I never trusted klingons...

I've never trusted klingons and I never will... Klingons are duplicitous: they can switch from crying with touching tears to being ruthless assassins, in no time. I guess those were crocodile tears.

Ploiesti-Bucuresti si retur - viata intre doua orase (partea I)

Mda, m-am mutat (inapoi) la Ploiesti anul trecut, dupa 12 ani de stat in Bucuresti. Chestia asta m-a lovit puternic la capitolul moral, avand in vedere ca am depus ceva efort (intelectual) sa ajung in capitala. M-a lovit atat de tare incat la un moment dat ajunsesem intr-o stare echivalenta cu ceea ce femeile numesc depresie. Nu zic ca era chiar depresie pentru ca chiar nu era. Adica depresie am avut o singura data in timpul facultatii, cand m-a refuzat una :))) Dar, in partea cealalta a balantei era argumentul financiar - ma saturasem sa platesc nenorocita aia de chirie si sa-l tot aud pe proprietar povestind cum altii inchiriaza pe mai multi bani. Si deci, avand in vedere ca traim intr-o societate unde banul conteaza, argumentul financiar a invins. Mi-am lasat prietenii si viata sociala in Bucuresti si m-am mutat inapoi la mine acasa, in ... vagauna asta de Ploiesti.

Winter's just around the corner...

November is just a couple of days away now and winter is around the corner. I can feel the winter, its cold and her mantle of snow. I tend to become a little sleepy in its presence and maybe a little bit ... blue.

I think bears aren't the only ones to hibernate. I think people do to. We're like passengers on a long trip, waiting quietly to reach their destination.

I don't hate winter, I hate snowless winters. I'm waiting for that fairytale-ish scenery with trees coverd in snow, a little fog and a soft wind like a kid waiting for his grandma to read him a story.

Call me crazy but back in the old days, when I was spending the winter holidays in the countryside I use to go out on the street, in the middle of the night just to breathe the cold air, to feel the snowflakes caressing my face, to see the smoke coming out of chimneys and to listen to the silence of a winter's night.

Winter is around the corner... I don't think I'm ready for it yet.

Bucurestenizarea Ploiesti-ului

Adica cum? Uite asa, bine. Urbea X a lu' nea Caragiale incepe sa semene din ce in ce mai mult cu "Bukalele". La partile proaste, bineinteles. Doar nu va gandeati ca s-a apucat Volosevici sa faca vreun "Pasaj Basarab" sau sa sape vreo linie de metrou. Apropo, Volosevici e actualul primar al Ploiesti-ului (nu stiam, dar am aflat de pe Wikipedia, manca-o-ar tata de desteapta!).

Misoginism sau pragmatism?

Am facut-o si pe-aia nefacuta. Nefacuta adica pentru mine, ca la altii poate e ceva natural. Adica femeile (sau fetele, dupa caz) care ma cunosc, ma stiu probabil (cu cateva exceptii) ca pe un tip ... nu timid, ca am trecut de faza aia ci ... hai sa zicem "mai cu capul pe umeri". 

Dreamworld (part I)

How far can one's imagination go? What can the human mind build with memories of images, sounds and scents? I almost forgot the most important ingredient: feelings or sensations.

I've gathered a great deal of this kind of puzzle piece over the years and every now and then they pop into my mind or even into my dreams.

Ecuatie cu multe necunoscute

John ii spune lui Mark cum Alice, cea pe care John vrea sa o cucereasca tocmai i-a povestit ca si-a tras-o cu Tom. Pana aici nimic neobisnuit (kind of). Chestia e ca doar cu doua saptamani inainte, aceeasi Alice ii spunea aceluiasi John cum Tom este un dobitoc si un badaran si ca se da mare cu aspectul lui ... sa-i zicem atletic.

John nu e chiar genul atletic dar exceleaza la multe alte capitole. N-a avut insa ocazia sa-si puna in valoare calitatile, in fata lui Alice.

Si acum necunoscutele:

- ce sfat ar trebui sa-i dea Mark lui John?

- de ce ii povesteste Alice lui John asemenea intamplari?

- ce spune povestea de mai sus despre Alice? (ca despre Tom cred ca ne-am lamurit deja)

Nota: orice asemenare cu personaje reale este al naibii de intamplatoare...

Poplar leaves

I was always fascinated by poplar leaves. By their rustle and the way they shudder in the torrid breeze of the summer, on the rural roadsides of Buzau county.

There's this half a mile of road between the villages of Stalpu and Costesti that always makes me stop for a few moments and sink into a sea of nostalgia. Poplars on both sides of the road, soft rustle sound and a deep sensation of tranquility.

Dobitocii soselelor

Sunt un "abonat" al bucatii Ploiesti-Bucuresti a DN1, partial din propria alegere si restul fortat de imprejurari. Am parcurs drumul asta de mai multe ore de cate fire de par au unii in cap. Stiu fiecare denivelare, fiecare groapa si bineinteles fiecare trecere de pietoni. Am facut drumul asta in toate anotimpurile si pe toate tipurile de vreme, inclusiv zapada (cu pneuri de vara).

Once upon a time in America...

I find it hard to believe it's been 16 years already. Memories are still fresh in my mind. Oh yeah ... the mellow '90s when we were so easily impressed by things coming from the West.

Remember how people used to say "we've been waiting for the Americans to come, since WWII"? Well, our boys were going to America, themselves. Our best team ever was going to play at the most beautiful World Cup final tournament ever - USA '94.

Fraternité francophone?

Pour moi, c'est triste de voir qu'après des siècles de bonnes relations entre la Roumanie et la France, tout est ruiné à cause d'un groupe de personnes venant de l'Europe de l'est commettent des crimes en France.

La maladie du lundi

Zisa si "Monday Morning Sickness" (MMS) sau, pe romaneste "Boala Zilei de Luni" este o chestiune cat se poate de serioasa si de reala.

Conform Webster's Online Dictionary, MMS-ul se refera la ... sa-i zicem "starea de bolanzeala" care apare atunci cand un individ se intoarce la muncă după una sau doua zile de odihna.

The Truman show

Have you ever wondered why you are ... you? I mean why do you have to be the same person, every day, as if you're playing a role or something?

Opinia publica? Care public?

Ma uitam ieri pe Youtube la o emisiune trasa de pe TV, in care fusese invitat ala cu "perversa de pe Tg. Ocna". Zic: ia sa vad ce mai scoate asta din el... Ma uitam atat la personaj cat si la ceilalti din emisiune, inclusiv la formatia care canta, incercand sa studiez comportamente, body-language & stuff, ca un "amateur" care a vazut recent seria "Lie to me".

German America?

Did you know in America, in most of the counties the majority of the population is of German descent? I didn't and I was stunned when I read that on Wikipedia.

Tot inainte...

Unii zic ca pe vremea lu' raposatu' era mai bine. Nu stiu daca era mai bine, da' sigur era mai des. Pai nu avea omul atatea pe cap, ca in ziua de azi. Plus ca era una din putinele distractii (cu sau fara ghilimelele de rigoare).

Azi ne uitam zambind la filmele romanesti din epoca "glorioasa" si uneori scenele de "agatzament" ni se par un pic penibile, prea simple si poate chiar copilaresti. Pai da, ca atunci nu prea era nevoie de scheme complicate sau de planuri diabolice. Si nici nu exista "cyber" (pentru cunoscatori), Facebook, twitter, mess, blog, forum, etc. care sa concureze "distractia principala".

Dar, vorba aia: ce-si face omul cu mana lui ... blog se numeste :))))

I wonder...

Would a relationship between 2 people with different backgrounds (country, language, culture, race) last longer than a "normal" relationship? It should, right?

I mean, the language/culture barrier would act as an extra-filter against the bullshit a fellow-national would serve you through artistical phrases and treacherous words.

Plus, when dealing with foreigners, people at least start by showing them respect.  Or more respect than to a conational.