Indubitabil, Nu Conteaza.

“Schimb de Carti are loc luna asta in Bucuresti, Timisoara si,
in plus fata de data trecuta, Iasi. Mai jos aveti posterul pentru Bucuresti.
Pe bookblog aveti detalii in legatura cu Iasi si Timisoara.”

(via Andrei)

M-am vazut cu cativa cunoscuti si am plecat cu 2 carti:
“The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie” de Muriel Spark si
“Libertatea urii” de C.T. Popescu

Multi oameni draguti, fainuti, discutii interesante, poze multe si eu, o absentza interesanta ancorata in fantastic, zgaindu-ma la interlocutor cu anti-socialul unei muste bete: Someone get me outta here and into the open!

FITZUICA e aici!
Iar din 1 Octombrie vine şi în campusul tău.
GRATUIT.

În acest număr poţi citi articole ca:

Mintea cea de pe urmă
Invazia gnosticilor
Ce este succesul?
Lozul cel mare
EQ+…=SUCCES
Antreprenoriatul - alternativă la succesul clasic
(un interviu luat de mine lui Andrei Roşca)

Sunt un nor pe cerul tău albastru, un punct pe retina ta acoperită de vise.

My soundtrack for today:

“That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o’clock - TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.

Chorus...

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.

Chorus…

(It’s time I had some time alone)”
—————————————–
R.E.M.

There’s an ongoing campaign for animal rights running on several blogs and newspapers, sustaining a petition for the Animal Police to be established in Romania. I have serious doubts about its justifications.

Imagine people going to jail for hurting a cat or a dog or a cow… Then, half + 1/3 of the population of this planet should go on trail for being omnivores! Now, seriously: What if it were an accident you have 0 witnesses to? How are you going to prove you’re NOT guilty? (And I think about myself first hand.)

It’s OK to make laws to punish persecutors by giving them some high fines and a large set of prohibitions, but sending people to jail? Is that even acceptable? It’s gonna be a human against human fight out there, and no one (i mean NO ONE) has the right to put a soul-less creature above a human being. Call me names and send me back to my origins, for my part I believe God didn’t put them either. (But before you start, read Genesis 2:19-20: Man named animals. Take note of the philosophical meaning of this act, too.)

PS: I’m an animal lover. In my own fashion: last week, I tried to save a kitten from dying in the cold weather. It was quite small, quite recently born and a late night getting back from work I heard it meowing under a car. At first, I passed by thinking I had nowhere to host it. Then slowed my pace, got back 10 yards and tried to get it out from underneath. No luck. I went home and persuaded my so-called boyfriend to help me. At 12 AM, with a cup of yoghurt in one hand (had no milk in the house; went to buy some 10 mins later) and a towel in the other, we went cat-searching. He managed to take it out and into his arms, and headed home while I was off to buying the milk. We put it in the balcony in a carton box cushioned with towels thinking the next day we will take it to a vet for shots and medication. This never happened ‘cuz I didn’t want to go alone and neither Bogdan would help me. So the next morning I saw it leaving in his hands to be left outside. By the evening, when I came home, it was gone (’cuz I didn’t hear it meowing). I spent my next 2 hours crying & yelling at Bogdan for being such an insensitive prick. Right now, I believe I wasn’t any less a coward myself.

Povesti care trec pe langa mine, zi de zi, necunoscute. Necunoscute pe care as vrea sa le urmaresc, sa le descopar si apoi sa le strang intr-o cutie imensa si colorata. Colorata la fel ca mii de panglici de matase mov, galben, bleu, verde, rosu, portocaliu.

ROGVAIV-ul naiv al unei copilarii fara inghetata pe bat dar cu multe Chupa-Chups. Chupa-Chups care imi faceau limba verde sau albastra, in timp ce radeam in pumni de fata mea caraghioasa, flancata de obraji rotunzi si pufosi. Pufosi ca fulgii de nea pe care in imaginatia mea ii credeam vata de zahar scuturata din Cer… (to be continued)

“Pentru a fi entuziast e nevoie de o doza de naivitate pe care
inteligenta culturii noastre o oculteaza in permanenta”, zice Adi.

Nu indraznesc sa il contrazic:
New Radicals - You Get What You Give

Wake up kids
We’ve got the dreamers disease
Age fourteen
They got you down on your knees
So polite
You’re busy still saying please

Frienemies
Who when you’re down ain’t your friend
Every night
We smash their mercedes-benz
First we run
And then we laugh ’till we cry

But when the night is falling
And you cannot find the light
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight

You’ve got the music in you
You’ve got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don’t give up
You’ve got a reason to live
Can’t forget
You only get what you give

Four a.m. we ran a miracle mile
We’re flat broke
But hey we do it in style
The bad rich
God’s flying in for your trial

But when the night is falling
And you cannot find a friend
You feel your tree is breaking
Just then

Chorus…

This whole damn world can fall apart
You’ll be OK follow your heart
You’re in harms way I’m right behind
Now say you’re mine

Chorus…

Don’t let go
We feel the music in you
Fly high
What’s real can’t die
You only get what you give
You’re gonna get what you give
Just don’t be afraid to leave

Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they’re multiplying
Fashion mag shoots
with the aid of 8 dust brothers Beck, Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You’re all fakes
Run to your mansions
Come around
We’ll kick your ass in!

Comunicarea intre sexe - dialogul surzilor?

“Locul asta e mizerabil. Haide, sa curatam amandoi. Toate lucrurile tale sunt pe podea, si ai sa ramai fara haine daca nu le speli chiar acum.” [Ea]

Ce aude barbatul:

“Bla bla bla bla. HAIDE, bla bla AMANDOI. Bla bla bla bla PE PODEA, bla bla bla FARA HAINE bla bla bla bla CHIAR ACUM.”

” - I only sleep when I’m daydreaming.”

“…full de păcate”