Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Monday, February 27, 2006

Potpourri


hold out your heart..



lost in reflections..again!



lean on me..




Ninge sfînt şi păgîn
Numai ochii ne rămîn
Despărţirea s-o mai vadă
Că, în rest, noi ne-am stins
Şi-am ajuns de-atîta nins
Nişte oameni de zăpadă.
Ninge fără milă, ninge şi ne doare,
ninge cu fărîme albe de pian,
ninge cu tristeţe şi cu felinare
ninge ca la moartea încă unui an.

Cîţi au fost de gardă –voie cer să doarmă
cîţi au fost cu somnul rătăcesc pe străzi,
ne aflăm în lume ca în ţevi de armă
cînd sugrumă lupii fragedele prăzi.

Ninge fără milă, cu vinovăţie,
ca o inculpare, ca un martor mut,
ninge cu o nuntă, ninge şi sfîşie,
se fărîmiţează ultimul salut
vai de noi, femeie, ninge-a despărţire,
vom pleca departe, unde-avem de mers,
ninge să despartă gheaţă şi iubire,
oarbe felinare cad din univers.

Ninge ca pe piatră peste carnea noastră,
ninge ca pe munte, ninge ca pe mort,
ninge incurabil, molimă albastră,
ninge pe vaporul scufundat în port.

Ninge peste buze, ninge peste pleoape,
ninge peste îngeri, ninge peste văi,
ninge peste clopot, ninge peste ape,
ninge incredibil peste ochii tăi.

Ninge în neştire, otova, aiurea,
ninge ca-n porecle, ninge ca-n blestem
ninge ca un trăsnet, ninge ca pădurea,
ninge să se stingă vocea cînd te chem.

Ninge ca-n Esenin şi-n poema rusă,
ninge fantomatic şi bacovian,
ninge că sînt rece, ninge că eşti dusă,
ninge ca la moartea ultimului an.

(
Oameni de zăpadă, Adrian Păunescu)

Friday, February 24, 2006

Moftangii

- Buna, G., sunt Z., ce mai faci?
- (3 octave mai sus) Buuuna, mamushki (?!!), uite, cu trebushka pe aici. Ia spune!
- O rezervare la T... pentru luna viitoare, te rog.. aha.. asa... AirFrance, bine, merci. Pa.
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- Buna, G, tot eu, auzi? N-ai si alte companii aeriene? Ca seful vrea mile, dar nu spre Paris, ca pe urma o ia inapoi peste toata Europa. Mhmm... nu, nu Alitalia, ca pierd bagaje si e mancare putina... nu, nici Swiss, ca se plateste mancarea. Da, da, Austrian e bun.
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- G? Tot cu rezervarea aia la T... N-ai si-un Lufth? Ai?!! Ce bine, da-l incoace! Sper sa ii convina orarul.. Auzi? Lufthul n-are first class pe ruta asta?
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- G? Iubito, iti ridic statuie. Amana-mi si mie returul cu 1 zi, da, pe toate rezervarile, ce sa fac.. vrea sa faca shopping. Nu, tot nu e sigur cu ce vrea sa plece.
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- (voce plangacioasa) G? Sa nu ma bati.. cred ca e ultima oara cand mai sun.. azi. Se poate sa mai amanam 1 data returul? Si sa mai adaugam 2 locuri? Si sa incercam si un KLM? Auzi? Am gasit pe net o combinatie super de Austrian cu Lufthansa...
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- G? Nu e G? Auzi, M, nu ma ajuti si pe mine cu niste rezervari?

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...si nu ma pot opri sa ma gandesc ca in alt colt de lume se intampla exact acelasi lucru, insa in sens invers, dar nimanui nu ii trece prin gand sa ii ureze de bine sefului meu mofturos cand nu gaseste bilet la avion tocmai pe cursa aia si cineva sufera ca trebuie sa ajunga mai tarziu.. sau se bucura ca mai sta o zi.. si uite cum ne jucam cu efect de batai de aripi de fluture..

Saturday, February 18, 2006

A match "made in heaven"


The King...


...and Queen


later edit: and the Lizzard King

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Un picior de plai

Ieri circulam in dorul lelii pe o jumatate de bulevard pe unde nu imi calca prea des gratioasa faptura. La un moment dat undeva se deschide o usa si in momentul ala proust-madeleininan ma potopesc valuri de arome si de senzatii, cunoscute sau in asteptare. Miros de camp in mai la Suceava, de ceai la Carturesti acum 2 ierni, de camara in septembrie cand bunica usca tot felul de buruieni medicinale sau de condiment. Miros de maini care abia au cules pelin, de bitter suedez, de frunza de patlagina trecuta prin foc si pusa pe taieturi cand nu era bunica acasa sa bandajeze buba. Miros de ierburi medicinale impotriva ciumei in nasul mastii venetiene, miros de haine rostogolite prin fan si pe islaz, de maini moi si albe de farmacist mic printre sipuri si flacoane de drogherie. Miros de atelier de imbalsamare, de infuzii, nas care revine la viata dupa raceala si de baie orientala parfumata. Miros de martie si de batranica in piata Amzei care vinde levantica..

Am intrat in plafar... Am ascultat cu urechi si nas de ogar pe urme de vanat o reteta de ceaiuri cu ingrediente din povestile cu zane ale lui Ispirescu.. Smirna, sovarf, frasin, troscot, sanziene, radacina vietii si iarba fiarelor, daca vreti sa desfaceti si lacate fara cheie, smicele de mar, apa vie si apa moarta, pentru Feti-Frumosi care se prefac dusi pe ceea lume...

- Nu stiu cum puteti sa beti ceaiul asta de iasomie, imi comenteaza vanzatoarea, care nu era din nici o poveste. De fapt mie nu-mi place nici un ceai.

Probabil ca este o reactie adversa fata de locul de munca: vanzatoarea de plafar detesta ceaiul de plante, aviatorul are rau de inaltime, nenea cu cutitul de la abator e vegetarian dar face asta ca sa se razbune pe carnivori, iar marmotelor de fapt nu le place ciocolata Milka!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Love, Actually *

Daniel: Oh, OK, right. Well, I'm a little relieved.
Sam: Why?
Daniel: Well, you know - I thought it might be something worse.
Sam: [incredulous] Worse than the total agony of being in love?
Daniel: Oh. No, you're right. Yeah, total agon
y.


*with warm fuzzy memories from a winter long gone


edit: de aici

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Winter feeling





Honey, honey, how you thrill me..



Morning (midday and evening) delice: grated apples, freshly baked walnuts, hot, crunchy and crisp. Add honey lavishly. Sprinkle with grated orange peel and cinnamon. Flavor with a touch of cognac.

Enjoy a taste of heaven.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Azi ningea in Piata Victoriei.

Nu as fi remarcat - eram cu nasul in pagina 104 - daca nu s-ar fi oprit la geam un fulg. Cred ca a si sters cu cotul putin chiciura marunta de pe partea cealalta si s-a uitat inauntru. S-a speriat de ce a vazut (nu de mine, I couldn't say boo to a goose this morning).. sau poate a fost dezgustat de locul unde a ajuns, s-a intors pe calcaie si a plutit in sus, apoi si-a adus aminte ca venise cu un scop aici, a facut o pirueta si un axel si s-a sinucis sub rotile autobuzului.

Over 5000 hits. I think I need a new blog, a lair of my own. A place to yell and be heard by no one. And since no one will be there... the yell will not exist. No one to hear it, no one to name it, no one to tame it, no one to soothe it. No yell at all. Silence. Not golden, but yellow. Bacovian style.

I should just stick to photos.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

I'm it!

A-leece tagged me.


This sounds like one of those notebooks we used to have in secondary school (what‘s your favorite singer? When did you first kiss a boy? And who was it??) This should be fun..

Four jobs I've had: hm... jobs?! this is not fun at all.. How should I put it to make it sound less.. lame? Ok. I know. Make it sound like I really don’t care about my career because I am a bohemian soul who only works for a living and not for pleasure. And what do you know? It’s very close to the truth. So here goes:

  • First money-producing activity: in college I’ve been a tutor.. teaching English, French and Romanian literature. This also produced, besides enough money to spend on holidays, considerable amounts of white hairs and a holocaust of dead neurons. I am not yet sure who is more irritating and tiresome: a 10-year old bouncing around or an 18-year old (bouncing around). I know. 20 of those. In English camp. But that was not a job, I stupidly volunteered to monitor. Doesn’t count. Next!
  • Translator for a medical foundation – after 1 month I was specialized in diabetes’ diets and I could name any god-forgotten herb or vegetable. In two languages. Romanian was not one of them – I had absolutely no idea what those people ate – and from what planet.
  • My third and present job is .. ahem.. something to do with intellectual property, foreign relations and extensive translating. Not a real name for it. Not a real job either, I’d say.

Four movies I can watch over and over:

Four places I've lived – kindly see this post (that should help me save face… :-/ )

Four TV shows I love – what’s a TV show? Oh.. I see a-leece said Friends.. If that counts as one, then yesss, that’s it (btw. I got the whoooole 10 season collection. :-D )

Four places I've vacationed: (oh dear, I won’t rub in La Coste d’Azur and the Maldives.. that should make you feel uncomfortable.. I’ll keep it local)

  • Every single summer I go at least once in Vama Veche. It’s got nothing to do with the place in itself.. but more with a spiritual trip. It’s a bug. A flower power thing. Other locations:
  • A couple of mountains – my fav would be Fagaras and I swear I’ll never go to Ciucas ever again.
  • Abroad… I’ll have to mention Berlin.
  • And I really-really must go back to Croatia, on vacation this time! Zee greatest snorkeling waters (try archive for more impressions)

Four of my favorite dishes:

  • cheese on toast + glass of cold milk or hot linden tea
  • fruit salad with walnuts, yoghurt, cinnamon and cheese
  • mushroom soup with toast and cheese (it’s getting repetitive somehow)
  • occasionally cheese

Four sites I visit daily:

  • Flickr
  • Deviant Art
  • Euractiv (I have to give the impression I do care about what’s going on in this world)
  • OAMI (it is not an option)
  • (And thank god I finally got Spymac out of my system)

Four places I would rather be right now (this will take long):

  • Zadar, under the fig tree
  • Some 1700 km West
  • Sicily
  • A sauna.. and/or a pool
  • A month back.. or ahead :)
  • In the right seat, enjoying the ride
  • Picking blueberries at Barcaciu
  • Out, building a snowman (you know, they fall from heaven unassembled)

Four bloggers I am tagging:

Ed

Silviu

Godbanned

Edit: if the kid wants to play, I could not possibly leave him behind - also tagging ri14

PS. I stink at this game..

Winter Dream




Friday, February 03, 2006


hang on


blinds

Orion's Belt and Sword


.... , as seen on New Year's night.. I could watch it from my bed..

The constellation of Orion is said to be in the shape of a man with a wide hunter's belt round his middle and a great sword hanging from his belt. The dog star, Sirius is at his heel and follows him.

Orion was a huge, strong and very beautiful man who was a famous hunter. He always went hunting with his faithful dog Sirius and together he killed all the wild animals on the Greek island of Chios. He fell in love with the Goddess Artemis.

Artemis was also falling in love with Orion but Apollo, her brother was jealous of this infatuation [..gods....]. So when Orion was swimming well out to sea, Apollo tricked Artemis by betting her that she couldn't hit a far off speck in the sea. She shot an arrow and hit the speck, only to find that it was Orion's head sticking up out of the sea and she had killed him. She was so upset that she set him in the stars forever with Sirius (the dog star) at his heels.

Non-Greek versions of Orion