Indubitabil, Nu Conteaza.

Simt cum mi se scurge primavara printre degete. Flori de martie intr-o cafea, printre pleoape amortite si soare. Mult, mult soare. Caldura cu intermitente (f*ck global dimming, global warming & cate si mai cate dezastre secundare ale inconstientei noastre!) plus somn de-a-ndoaselea, dar yeah… I’m still alive.

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Ma simt intr-al saptelea cer si am 9 vieti in aceasta duminica altfel. Vreau sa scriu din nou. Simt ca prind aripi si nu-mi mai pasa cine, ce, unde, cand. Probabil doar pana maine, cand o iau de la capat. But I don’t care no more. Pentru ca am toata viata inainte si clipa asta de care tin cu dintii. Pentru ca e a mea aici, acum. Si nu imi mai permit s-o pierd.

Facand curat printre articole, am dat peste bucata asta.

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Te intrebi ce cauti in aglomeratia asta de inimi care bat fiecare pe alta frecventa, ce cauti intre toti ochii aia atintiti spre tine. Fiindca intre reclame si peronul celalalt, tu esti cel mai dandy specimen. Da, te-ai trezit cu fata la cearsaf, te strang hainele, aerul viciat e irespirabil si-ai vrea sa vina odata metroul ala soios in care iti plimbi zilele again and again and again. Visezi sa scrii o carte in putinul timp liber si… Atentie, se inchid usile. Urmeaza statia X cu peronul pe partea Y… ZBANG! Era sa ramai pe-afara. Acum esti prins intre burta unei matahale transpirate si pieptul voluminos al unei doamne trecute bine de 45 de ani. Ii miroase gura a menta amestecata cu tutun si te intrebi daca fumeaza lungi si subtiri sau scurte lights. Nu mai e mult, la prima cobori. Se deschid usile si calatorii se-mbulzesc sa iasa. Peronul e stramt iar tu esti luat de val si te invarti un pic in loc pana sa-ti nimeresti traiectoria. Acum, sus pe scari, cu puhoiul. Inaintezi alene si mai ca ti-o iei in freza de la papornita unui viteaz care s-a incumetat sa-ti ia fata. Vrei doar sa ajungi la birou si injuri ca n-ai masina. Ma rog, ai dar e inca in service, cu aripa dreapta sifonata serios. Oh finally… AER! Acum, mai sunt doar 10 minute pana sus. Ai impresia ca esti on top of the world dar te uiti la ceas si iti dai seama ca ai ratat deja juma’ de meeting. F*ck, ai pus-o! Ar trebui sa ai o scuza buna, pentru ca e a 4-a oara in 5 zile cand intarzii cel putin un sfert de ceas. OK, liftul e salvarea. Noroc ca e jos. Portarul nici macar nu ti-a raspuns la “Buna ziua!”. E de rau? Who the hell cares?! Trebuia sa-ti tii prezentarea acum 5 minute si-ti sfaraie creierii. WTF WTF WTF? Sunt toti acolo, chiar TOTI. OK, respira adanc…

(to be continued, again)

UPDATE: video elocvent despre ce inseamna sa-ti plimbi singuratatea in metrou si cum poti sa pici de fraier in timp ce unii te calca pe vise.

1. Why is it so much easier to put words together here or tweet than write a 2000 words piece?
2. Why is it so much easier to be hermetic in writing and an open book in relation to people?
3. Why is it so much easier to do stuff than things that require effort?

Oh hai. Looks like I’ve been away for far too long and this place doesn’t seem to reflect me anymore. Well, there’s pretty much ONE other place you can find me lately - except for the lovely UnseenRomania - and that is… the mighty TWITT-ER!

Some say it’s no good and vicious, others spell addiction all over, but they do agree on one thing: Twitter is it! This cute pixel-birdie has become a massive aggregator of web 2.0 VIPs and events, being the latest most popular sh*te in micro-blogging (the spring to ~1 million users in just a few months speaks by itself).

A huge number of desktop, web and mobile apps have been developed from its API (e.g. Twitdir, Hashtags, Twitterposter, Twitstat, TweetScan etc etc etc) - all serving the ultimate purpose of making Twitter a friendlier and more useful place to be.

Forget about Second Life. Forget about blogs. Forget about IM and even e-mail! Twitter does it all - from instant to private interaction and multiple replies - you name it! Of course, it sometimes crashes under the heavy weight of live micro-coverage from popular events - but who wouldn’t, when Steve Jobs is speaking? (And LeWeb3, MacWorld keynote, TED, SXSW… are just a few of them.)

Yet, there’s one itsy-bitsy tiny-mini micro-problem: 

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Any challenge comes with payments and rewards. Mine has come in a time when I ain’t fully prepared to respond.

I’m aiming for big things with Unseen Romania, tho I offered it so little of me this past week… Yes, I got feedback from people (thank you, guys!) and I am ready to shape up a strategy. But my body is letting me down and will not take any more stress. I pushed it too far previously so now he’s sending me the bill. My energy levels are low.

How do I cope with this?

Lord knows I tried, so…

… cum, dincolo de masca lor corporatista, exista oameni dupa chipul si asemanarea mea. Doar ca ei nu vor sti niciodata ca sunt.

OK, pe cine mint eu aici? Mi-e dor sa am o masina si sa cutreier lumea-n lung si-n lat. With the window rolled down, with the wind in my hair… Mi-e dor, zic. Ca si cum masina aia a existat vreodata, intr-o lume separata de cea de-aici, de-acum.

De ceva timp ma observ din penumbra, din perspectiva alteritatii. Si nu-mi vine sa cred la cate parti din mine (lucruri bune, obiceiuri) am renuntat in mai putin de 6 luni de zile. Incerc sa identific hotspot-ul acestui amalgam, climaxul negarii negatiei, dar memoria imi da Access denied. Ca si cum mintea mea draga ma saboteaza voit, dintr-un reflex sincer de auto-aparare.

Nu e nevoie totusi sa ma zbat prea mult ca sa gasesc un leak… [Hacking my own mind, that is.] Treptat, crampeie de gand si fragmente de “poze” se insinueaza in universul meu modificat. Intai bland, apoi brutal; impinse de nevoia de-a iesi la suprafata, de-a se naste iar, de a se cuibari si-a face pui in lumea asta altfel. [No, you don’t! Not today, baby. Not tomorrow.]

Si le numar pe fiecare in parte. Le etichetez. Apoi, le inabus si le arunc intr-o cutie peste care trantesc un capac greu. Si o sigilez ermetic, ca sa am ce dezgropa data viitoare.

Imagine there’s a line between this post and the ones below… _____________________________________________________________________________________

A thick charcoal line that separates “then” from “now”. Or better: make it the color you want. The point is still this: I will detach myself from what’s been said and done so far, to start anew.

It’s not easy, I know. But why wait any longer, when I can do it here and now?

Altogether, the beginning of 2008 brought many changes that haven’t all been for the better. Though, what’s done is done (to put it in a coloquial manner of speech).

And I can’t seem more happy to begin a journey into something quite different from what I’ve done so far, involving a higher responsability and more of my part than any other project I’ve been digging into.

So… Have you seen the Unseen Romania yet?

Hello, world!

• titlul standard cu care incepe primul post pe orice blog Wordpress; 
• salutul cu care incepe o noua etapa in viata mea din 10 martie.

Stay tuned! Unseen things to come…