Indubitabil, Nu Conteaza.

It’s been a week and I didn’t do much for U.R.

Talked about it on various occasions and got some good feedback from peeps. But I don’t feel I put myself out there enough. Will try to post some new stuff these days. After all, it’s one damn-good project that can go so many places.

I just need the time and guts to keep up with it.

Frumusetea si tragedia corpurilor perfecte care intra si ies din gura metroului, fiecare inspre alt orizont, fiecare zvarcolindu-se mai apoi in alt pat decat cel de-acasa, fiecare cautand tandretea de moment a bratului care i se intinde sub cap…

O perna mai moale sau mai rigida (uneori, nicio perna) sprijina tample incadrate de bucle blonde sau mese roscate, ori cozi zdravene si negre ca taciunele. Frumusetea se zbate in alt univers, contempland bustul gol al barbatului al carui nume l-a si uitat dupa primul geamat prelung…

M-am saturat de nevrozele altora, de defaularile lor pe bloguri si de sentimentul de neputinta al fiintei. Mi-as trage niste ochelari de cal, daca asta ar rezolva ceva. Si as pleca in lume de nebuna, pe unde ma duc picioarele, daca as avea cu ce. Dar stau…

Ma bucur ca un proiect care n-are nicio treaba cu online-ul prinde contur. A, si de faptul ca oamenii cu care vorbesc despre Unseen Romania imi spun ca-i un lucru fain si bun, si sunt placut impresionati de grupul de Flickr. Macar atat.

Insa ma doare cand aud de la altii NU si “Nu pot”. Dupa ce ca mie mi-e greu, ii vad cum se opresc si-si ling ranile, demotivati. Si asta ma sperie. Fiindca as putea fi eu in locul lor. Mai am <atat> pana ajung la marginea prapastiei. Iar disperarile lor nu ma ajuta.

Vreau sa ma inconjor de “oameni minunati” - vorba unui prieten. Vreau sa tap into the positive people. Sa simt ca traiesc, nu ca ma tarasc de la o zi la alta, claustrata si infasurata-n pixeli (Cartarescu, t’as raison).

Decantez aceeasi rutina zilnic, incat am ajuns sa simt un fel de pumn care-mi infasoara inima strans, strans de tot. Uneori, respir adanc si il simt acolo. Alteori, nu fac nimic - se anunta singur.

Paradoxal, pumnul ala a devenit cea mai constanta prezenta din viata mea… El si un om care e la mii de kilometri distanta. Si de care nu ma leaga nimic. Doar sufletul.

(part 1)

My first contact with the concept of blogging was in 2003-2004, when I began researching for my college application. Because I had a friend who studied Comm & PR with one of the most renown colleges in Bucharest, I followed his lead and discovered the European Association of Communication & PR Students (PRIME). In one of their newsletters, my friend had interviewed Mike Manuel, who at that time appeared to be a famous blogger with Media Guerrilla. I learned about blogger.com and soon set out on a small blogging journey myself.

Needless to say, my blog was soon abandoned as schooling priorities kicked in. Plus, none of my friends really understood what the heck a weblog was, other than a journal I could keep as well in ink & paper. They did not bother to comment on my articles, let alone take up blogging themselves. That was my first online failure, so to speak.

Moving to Bucharest to attend college opened a whole new world of possibilities.

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Today, while I was going thru Sonia Simone’s blog post, a thought dashed my brain from one hemisphere to another:

We all begin the best of luck with little failure. 

People who have started out on a quest - be it a new business, marriage & family, a voyage trip around the world, coming-out or giving birth - they all faced-down a stumble block along the way, but mostly in the rough beginnings.

I started my journey when I was 20 years old.

Working in the online industry takes some preparation, I believe. Some time digging in the fine touches of working with web content and communities. I didn’t fully have that in advance, and it cost me quite a slow head-start. 

See, I had experience with web content from the view point of a small blogger. I started blogging for fun, in 2004, when it was still an emerging trend in .ro. So I could say I was an e-content producer in a way, before it turned into a full-time job.

But never had I thought how much more beyond that it meant to be a web-content editor. Because it means putting yourself both in the shoes of the giver (producer) and the receiver (user). Plus, I worked for one of the most renowned Romanian web-agencies, on the website of a grand telecom corp. Which means double the effort to pay attention to details, keep the message clear and appealing to users, and sell.

But let’s not go too far from what shook my head today.

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And a plot to develop.

How does one begin to write of all the things they’ve been through in the past few weeks, without having their fingers cramp in a rush on the keyboard?

I’m likely going to tell you a story in here. But until I’ve figured out where to start, here’s a little teaser. Well… two.