M-am Mutat !

Nu pot sa ma plang de Blogger asa de mult cum m-as plange de vechiul meu blog de pe Blog.com insa de data asta mutarea este definitiva. Multumita lui Patric , noul meu blog il veti gasi la adresa http://spadez.jubjub.ro
Deocamdata ma mai lupt cu WordPress, mai adaug una, mai scot alta …
Si rog pe cei care ma au in blogroll, sa treaca adresa de mai sus

Tine de gust

Cum adica ce ? Orice tine de gust, si acum nu vorbesc de gustul unui tiramisu sau de cel al unui pahar de Cola, e vorba de gustul acela pe care-l asociem cu faptul ca un om are stil, spunem ca are bun gust, sau ca ales ceva cu gust, toti suntem subiectivi cand vine vorba de asa ceva – citeam undeva ca omul este in genere subiectiv, obiectivitatea se invata cu timpul, impartialitatea adica – si deopotriva suntem si critici, insa pana la urma, cand vedem ca altii au alte gusturi pe care desigur nu le putem schimba spunem binecunoscuta expresie Gusturile nu se discuta ( De Gustibus Non Disputandum ) si ne croiem cale afara ( sau, putem aborda o iesire putin mai acida dar destul de subtila, care tine de stilul fiecaruia … si anume, intrebarea retorica : ce poti sa faci in gustul unui om ? … raspunsul vine imediat ) .
Insa nu despre gustul de genul asta vroiam sa vorbesc, si iata ca m-am intins ( proverbele iti vin in minte in situatii cheie in care insusi proverbul este declicul ce deschide lacatul , ce s-ar potrivi in situatia asta ? … desigur, socoteala de acasa nu se potriveste cu cea din targ , dar nici despre proverbe nu mi-am pus in minte sa vorbesc si iata ca adopt aceea zicala de doua ori in 4 randuri ) ci despre gustul in adevaratul lui sens – desigur ca as putea-o da pe anatomie prezentand gustul ca o senzatie care se percepe de papilele gustative de la nivelul limbii, care papile sunt dispuse in … insa inca mai e ceva timp pana incepe scoala si nu vreau sa-mi amintesc desi trebuie sa spun ca imi place anatomia – asa ca aici, impulsurile electrice ( senzatiile adica ) nu isi au locul, asta-i o discutie de cafenea intima pe care o porti cu doi prieteni intr-o zi ploioasa in care ceva cald e exact ce-ti trebuie. Si iata ca am ajuns la punctul ( nu, nu punctul X – X marks the spot spunea Jigsaw , probabil, insa nu si aici ) la care mi-am propus sa ajung. Ceva cald … poate fi … un ceai, o cafea, o ciocolata calda, chiar si un pahar de lapte cald insa … care dintre acestea poate fi ? Sa nu o dam nici in economie punand accentul pe ce are voie cafeneaua respectiva sa vanda, sa spunem ca se pot gasi de toate, insa intrebarea persista, ce alegem ? Unul poate alege ceaiul pentru ca ii place aroma “calda” si gustul fin, ii place deasemenea ca atunci cand savureaza o cana de ceai sa se gandeasca la tarile calde ale ceaiului, la plantele de ceai, de pe urma carora respectivul isi bucura simturile, sau poate o cafea, ceva mai tare insa indulcit dupa gust ( iata, din nou ) care-si are originile in tarile latine … exista optiuni.

Acum ceva timp, la scurta vreme dupa ce prima cafenea Starbucks s-a deschis in Plaza, au aparut pe diverse forumuri, discutii cu privire la pretul si calitatea cafelei pe care o poti servi acolo, precum si argumente pro si contra, insa ceea ce mi-a atras atentia a fost un post al unui individ care spunea cam asa : “Starbucks?…..sandarde occidentale???…PENTICOSTALE poate!!!…Prieteni dragi…cafeaua se face altfel,si mai ales NU SE BEA , ci se savureaza……!!!! …CAFEAUA este mai mult decat un pahar de carton plin cu zeama fiarta si un capac de plastic ….cafeaua este un ritual…este ceva de finete!…Este parerea mea,dar cred ca “E”-urile n-ar trebui sa le asimilam si din cafeaua “americanilor”,avem de unde,dar macar sa nu uitam un lucru : a-ti bea cafeaua,fie de dimineata fie in orice moment al zilei trebuie sa fie ceva mangaietor….ceva relaxant, nu un pahar de 500ml de fiertura,cumparat in graba spre biroul in care devenim roboti !!!
Felicitari romanilor care stiu, inca, sa-si bea cafeaua cum trebuie !!!”
Dupa ce am citit postul de mai sus mi-au rasarit in minte cateva intrebari printre care una la care as vrea sa gasesc raspuns … exista un mod de a-ti savura cafeaua ? Si aici ma refer – mai mult sau mai putin – la adevaratele oficii britanice de sorbire a ceaiului, da, despre acelea stim cu totii, probabil toata lumea a auzit de ceaiul de la ora 5 ( care se practica mai rar acum, ce-i drept )
Mi-am permis sa ma intind putin mai mult ( din nou proverbe … ) insa sper ca daca nu v-am starnit cel putin interesul, v-am creat o lectura placuta.

Despre

De ceva timp am inceput sa citesc Lisey’s Story ( Povestea lui Lisey ) si am ajuns cam pe la jumatatea cartii, insa nu dintr-un motiv de lipsa de timp, asta ar fi total absurd date fiind circumstantele in care ma aflu, nu, nu din cauza asta ci din lipsa aparenta de interes pe care cartea mi-a insuflat-o inca de la inceput. Nu sunt eu cel mai in masura sa vorbesc de – they say – cat de bine scria King si cat de bine scrie acum, pentru asta trebui sa citesti multa carti “vechi” – am citit si eu cateva dar sunt sigur ca nu sunt destule pentru a-mi crea un tipar al stilului lui King din acea perioada – si deopotriva multe carti noi, pentru a putea compara stilurile si a gasi eventualele puncte gaunoase, despre care am auzit ca in cartile noi sunt din ce in ce mai multe. Insa lucrul asta nu trebuie luat ca atare, desigur, trebuie luat in considerare insa in prealabil studiat. Vreau sa zic ca multa lume a scris despre Cell ( Mobilul ) ca fiind un produs slab al imaginatiei lui King insa spre deosebire de cei care au sustinut asta, tin sa zic ca mi-a placut si a fost destul de captivant incat atunci cand o citeam sa nu ridic privirea si sa caut o alta carte din rafturile bibliotecii.
Desigur, din cartile vechi nu a fost macar una care sa nu-mi fi placut,Misery , Shining, IT, Carrie (nu stiu despre Secret Window in ce an a fost publicat insa si ala a fost un succes ) toate au fost o placere de citit insa odata cu Lisey, interesul ala care era alimentat de paginile din Misery si care te putea tine o noapte intreaga – acum nu mai este, prefer sa nu vorbesc despre Lisey inainte sa o fi terminat, insa eu tot astept ceva interesant de la ea.

Pe de alta parte, un nou blog book-related a aparut si anume Cartea din Geanta
Inca nu este dat drumul oficial insa ideea de a face un blog despre ce carti pe care le vedem in mainile oamenilor pe care ii intalnim fie pe strada, fie in metrou sau autobuz, mi se pare foarte interesanta si pot spune ca blogul este unul de perspectiva.

Love ( Fiction )

well,this one i wrote on the 30th of June , i think it comes after the I dream of but … i’ve decided to publish it now . hope you like it , please comment if you do.

He entered through the front door. The door was unlocked and he slammed it open. There were candles, lots of candles spreading their pale light across the room. He sighed and then went to the switch to turn on the lights but curiously the lights weren’t working.

‘Maybe the power is off’ he thought. He used the mobile phone to call a friend of his who lives just across the street. He found out that he was having electricity.

‘Then what the fuck is happening ? ‘ He feel quite reluctant about this whole situation and he didn’t want to consume his last energy on resolving a problem.

‘May?’ the question was seeking his wife ‘hello?May?are you there?’

No answer. He lurched to their bedroom and turned on a flashlight to see more clearly. It was ok, everything was at its place , the bed, the mirror,the dresser, the carpet,the sheets,the pillows, everything was just as he let it in this morning. He glazed at all and spotted something that didn’t belong there. It was a manilla envelope.

‘Bills?’ the question echoed in his mind,’I thought I paid them all, oh well…let’s see’ and he lurched towards it.

He picked up the envelope and opened it. It was a letter. He,fluttery, began to read :

“ My dear Bill, I didn’t want everything to end up just as it did. I’m sorry for all, especially because I let myself in your life. I shouldn’t. But what did I know ? I was a young girl who just had her first boyfriend, and I don’t emphasize when I claim that I thought you were my god in those days. I can’t talk sagely about this situation, as you would do, but I’ll just let my feelings roll. I hated you. I did all the time, you made my life a living hell, you made me feel like the most miserable woman in this cursed world so that’s why I decided I must leave”

Bill thought something bad happened or it will happen. Before he could continue reading it he poured some whiskey in the tumbler. He sipped it nervously, he was almost seething, but the whiskey was futile, it didn’t made he become more of a men . He began to read :

“ And when I said leaving I do not mean leaving you and move somewhere else. Oh no,that would be to kind and you deserve much worse, even if this means taking my life. Maybe you found this piece of paper a scorn thing that don’t worth reading, maybe you don’t care about me, I know you’ve never loved me but surpsingly I did neither,but at least I cared about you. I’ll nourish this. Everytime you came home from work you’ve never had time for me, you’ve never had time for us, you didn’t want to talk about your day at work or about mine, and that dismaled me pretty seriously, but not once, you did that all the time. I hate you for this. For maiming me in such way. We never had love, we had sex all the time, sometimes I thought I was your hooker, your personal one, you used me all the time you dodgy worthless piece of crap !”

‘Why, who do you think you are to insult me in such way ? ‘ screamed Bill’s inner. ‘ I’ll beat you like a lifeless chunk of pork, do you think I need you ? Wait and you’ll see’

And then he went to take a piss. And he saw it. The sight was the most creepy sight he had ever seen, it was blood everywhere, on the walls,on the ceiling,on the floor, mass amounts of blood, there were footsteps carved in blood, palms drew with blood and in the bath tube it was May, with a mournful expression on her face. She was dead. She’ve cut her wrists to death. Her eyes were still open and looking aimlessly, she was naked, the blood was all over her body. Bill puked. He dropped the bad thoughts about her and with the tumbler stil in his hand he screamed.Loud and jittery. He smashed the tumbler on the sink and with the part of it that still remained in his hand he cut his neck, being part of the peisage and welcoming death into his life.

A voice chuckled and then guffawed

Finally … Pics

Camp Photos

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1408

Azi am fost sa vad 1408 , m-am inarmat cu rabdare destinata copiilor batuti in cap care probabil ca gases o placere sa vorbeasca sau sa faca comentarii sau remarci stupide in timpul filmului si cu destul de mult interes pentru acest film care este o adaptare dupa short story-ul cu acelasi nume publicat impreuna cu alte 13 short stories in volumul Everything’s Eventual : 14 Dark Tales.
Pe John Cusack il stiam dupa prestatia lui din Being John Malcovich , insa acolo aveam un Cusack mai tanar si mai scruffy, pe cand aici daca nu-i pus la patru ace, e pe undeva prin preajma,.de cealalta parte pentru Samuel L Jackson deja nu cred ca mai e nevoie de prezentari.
Bun, ni se da un scriitor pe nume Mike Enslin ( Cusack) , un scriitoras de mana a doua care a scos numai carti cu titluri neinspirate de genul “10 Haunted Mansions” si care desfiinteaza mitul fantomelor … si care in continuare vrea sa participe la un adevarat eveniment paranormal.
Dupa ce gaseste prin ziare destul de multe factiuni inspaimantatoare despre camera 1408 de la Hotelul Dolphin , Mike se gandeste ca in sfarsit s-ar putea sa traiasca fenomenul. Este intampinat cu pareri de rau si refuzuri, emitentul fiind Gerald Olin ( Jackson ) care se foloseste de orice mijloc disponibil pentru a-l tine departe pe Mike de camera “malefica” . Dupa ce vede ca nu poate sa o scoata la capat cu el, acesta ii inmaneaza cheia si isi face retragerea din scena.
Pe parcurs, camera 1408 ii inplineste lui Mike orice vis al sau legat de trairile unui eveniment paranormal, insa de multe ori ii da mai multe decat scriitor si-ar fi putut dori. Desi dupa primele evenimente Enslin inca e de parere ca totul putea fi instrumentat, parerea ii este schimbata de adevarate fenomene inexplicabile si il fac pe Mike sa vrea sa paraseasca locul acela malefic, insa nu asta vrea si camera.
Un film foarte bun in care suspansul este un adevarat condiment sine qua non si care, spre fericirea mea nu adopta stilul gore&slash ci pe unul mai mult inclinat spre thriller psihologic sau un horror softcore .
Mark:10/10*

Good Going

I’m not into football,not a bit, but I just can’t stand and do nothing when I see those really funny punches and kicks — for me,the viewer,i bet for the ones that were implied wasn’t that funny — that everyone was delivering to everyone.
Some time ago I was sure that when I’ll live on my own, in my own condo, that I’ll don’t need a tv set , I mean,why ? I got the internet ! Well, when you have to be away from keyboard and spend your time in the living room, the only thing you can do is turn on the tv set and find something interesting to watch ( tough thing )
I said I don’t watch football games, actually I barely watch any sports at tv. So it was about mid-afternoon time and the news were on, yes,the 5 o’clock news. I’m not getting excited by the regular news, but by the sports ones. I have to say that yesterday’s sports news were hilarious.
Maybe you all have seen — at least I know I’ve seen it like at least 20 times , not in a row, but still — the gag when Ganea gets his anger aroused and begins to kick and scream at the ref ; after that , all his colleagues came to immobilize him — i think there were 5 men holding Ganea still — yet, Ganea couldn’t be hold , when he moved,the all 5 men that were holding him were moving along with him … that was fun. I think it wasn’t fun for the ref , nor for Ganea who would be risking some serious suspendation ( at least this is what I’ve heard at the news)
Another one, was when a coach butt-kicks another , the thing is they were both old and personally, that mobilization that at least one of them was disposing of , was really amazing.
Futher on, a player got a heart attack on the field, and he got another hearth attack in the locker rooms ! How crud is that ?
But the thing that happend to the guy from the athletism olympic games wasn’t fun. That was really cruel.

Oh well, I know it’s not good to laugh at other’s misery but … i couldn’t help myself

Verde

De prin iunie ai mei se tot gandesc si razagandesc,planuiesc si pun la cale sa renoveze apartamentul. Am fost prin Praktiker,prin Bricostore sa luam toate cele , sa ne holbam la unele preturi si sa ne dam cu parerea ce culori de faianta si vopseluri sa alegem. Cand cineva se hotara asupra unor culori,celalat se impotrivea si planul nu se mai desfasura,pentru ca,nu-i asa,trebuie ca toti sa fim de comun acord pentru ca dupa aceea sa nu comenteze nimeni ca niciodata nu e cum vrea el si posibil,daca ceilalti isi dau seama intr-un tarziu — spre bucuria celuilalt — acesta triumfeaza cu maretul si neclintitul “v-am spus eu ! dar nuuuu…” .
Din fericire asa ceva nu s-a intamplat si la mine … pentru ca toti vroiam verde cu alb si vopsea verzuie. Deci a fost simplu,repede si usor. Well, partea cu usor a fost spusa datorita constructiei, nu a fost nicidecum usor sa cari 22 de cutii de faianta. Nu am cantarit cat ar detine o cutie,insa era mai mult de 5 kg, asta pot sa afirm.

Si dupa cum am spus la inceput,planurile erau pentru toata casa … pentru ca intr-un sfarsit mult asteptat de mine sa se hotarasca sa fie “redecorata” deocamdata doar bucataria. Bine au facut, la cat praf si materie nefolosibila a iesit de la bucatarie — si va mai iesi vreo 2 zile de acum inainte — nici nu vreau sa-mi imaginez cum ar fi fost daca toata casa ar fi fost luata cu asalt.

Toate utilitatile care fac viata mai usoara azi,adica ceva de genul,masina de spalat,frigider sau aragaz au fost frumusel trase pe hol, unde doar frigiderului i s-a acordat clementa din partea magistratilor, lasand sa infulece curent in continuare, restul sunt la carcera. Si cum culoarea vopselei care a fost asternuta pe pereti inainte de “actiune” era un soi de portocaliu,si cum se dorea verde…trebui ca sa fie data jos.Usor de zis,greu de facut,greu de suportat.
Nu pot sa zic ca nu a fost zgomot, a fost…insa parca nu a fost ce m-am asteptat eu, nu mi-au tiuit urechile sau alte chestii pe care le asteptam cu frica, de fapt binecunoscuta picatura chinezeasca si-a facut numarul, fiind interpretata de minunata dalta si ciocan , aplauze. Chestii gen bormasina s-au auzit mai rar decat (nu) mi-as fi dorit si asta a fost de bine.

Desigur tevile erau suprasolicitate … acum vad si eu ca vecinii au o ureche muzicala de foarte mare acuitate , si nu lasa alt zgomot decat cel al pianinei mele sa razbata peretii lor. Insa nu s-au infiintat la noi la usa , motivul ramane in continuare necunoscut. Oricum , seriful ( aka dad ) a zis ca atat le trebuie : ” ce, noi am venit la ei la usa cand si-au daramat ei casa ? ” ( asta asa e,corect)
Trebuie sa cred ca a fost ceva la nivel telepatic , altfel nu imi explic.

Dupa cateva zile in care nu erau prea multe de vazut la locul faptei, azi am vazut primul perete de faianta pusa. Arata destul de bine , din cate am inteles mai trebuie chituit si dat cu vopsea din aia verzuie. Termenul oficial de incheiere al lucrarilor ar fi maine insa anumiti oameni care lucreaza in bransa sunt sceptici. Daca nu maine,macar luni, zic eu.

Lullaby

Inca un Palahniuk.Inca un manual , inca un his-self help book. Am fost destul de norocos sa gasesc cartea asta direct in engleza si la un pret destul de mic ( traducerea a aparut la polirom si este ~30 lei ) si mai ales la Diverta . Dar din ce am mai vazut eu pe acolo –cand am luat Lullaby – era destul de bine aprovizionat.
Carl Streator este protagonistul romanului, un reporter care cerceteaza cazuri de “sudden infant death syndrome” si incearca sa gaseasca legaturi intre ele. Dupa cateva cazuri cercetate , in care este ajutat de Nash , un paramedic care afla orice pentru cativa bani in plus, Carl afla ca tuturor copiilor,inainte de moarte le-a fost citit acelasi poem , si faptul ca peste tot la locurile deceselor se afla aceeasi carte Poems and Rhymes Around the World si peste tot este deschisa la pagina 27, nu face decat sa-i ofere lui Carl un pattern. Dupa ce afla care este poemul, Carl recunoaste ca acest poem l-a citit fiicei sale inainte de moarte acesteia, este un culling song , o veche incantatie Africana care se recita celor aflati in mare durere pentru a le grabi moartea. Stick and stones may brake your bones but word will never harm you . Dupa ce memoreaza poemul si ii afla puterile , Carl il foloseste semi-inconstient impotriva fiecarui om care il calca pe nervi. Dupa ce o intalneste pe Helen Boyle, un agent imobiliar care se specializase in vanzarea caselor bantuite, si afla ca si aceasta stie de poem si de puterea acestuia. Cum Helen nu il poate opri pe Carl sa foloseasca poemul, decide ca cel mai bine are fi sa porneasca intra-un road trip de-alungul americii pentru a arde orice copie a cartii — in care li se alatura si asistenta lui Helen,Mona ( o practicanta Wicca ) si prietenul acestuia , Oyster, un fel de Tyler Durden mai mic — , si mai presus de toate grimoire-ul , sursa cea mai de pret , in care este posibil sa se afle si alte poeme distrugatoare. Stick and stones may broke your bones but now words hurt like hell .
Lullaby este un mix de genuri, este o satira acida la adresa Americii, la indoparea populatiei cu media, este o carte un umor negru delicios, este un thriller condimentat cu horror , dar un stil care mie mi s-a parut destul de pregnant si molipsitor este faptul ca aceasta carte, prin ideile care le expune, ataca direct societatea de consum din zilele noastre, desfinatand-o din radacini.
Stick and stones may broke our bone but whatch out for those damn words !

“There are more plot ideas in the first thirty pages of Palahniuk’s Lullaby than some writers manage in a whole book” – Independent

“Palahniuk starts witg a throwaway thought – What if words could hurt ? - and stretches it until it snaps ” – Arena

” A black comic cauldron bubbling with contagious ideas” – Time Out

Piracy !

While i was thinking of a subject to talk about , piracy popped into my mind yellnig pick me ! pick me ! How could i resist ?

Actually that’s not totally true. Here’s the roots of it. A few days ago, me and some friends were at the mall…we had in mind two things…bowling or movie. Because it was tie between the bowling fans and the movie fans we played rock-paper-scissors and the movie won, so we went to see a movie. But that’s not the point. The point is during the time we thought about which movie to pick, i was totally uninterested because i’ve seen 90% of the movies that were at that moment in the theatre. But i’ve seen them on my computer, i’ve downloaded them. Which is stealing. So, how do i show my gratitude towards the movie makers, how do i tell them i love their work, i don’t know…but i’m sure that excludes illegal downloading.

Back in camp Dan told me every song that he has on his cell phone was downloaded legally, from sites like iTunes , where each song is 0.99$ each.

I’m not entirely a pirate. For example I go to see movies in the theatre, but just worthy movies — the last one that i’ve seen in theather was Zodiac , a few days after , the copy of it was on the net, but i didn’t feel sorry i spent 6 $ for seeing it in the cinema, because i’ve liked it, furthermore,i liked it so much that i haven’t downloaded that copy even though i would’ve liked to own it, but i guess when you do such things, either you buy the dvd either you don’t — , some of you mai pity the americans for having to pay forevery thing they download .
But come and think about it…how much is a monthly income in the US and how much is here ? Maybe for them spending a dollar on a track is something they do regularly , and i can bet they don’t feel sorry for that dollar , for not spending it on something else

Above, is a random ad against downloading. Taking it further, maybe you’ve seen the South Park episode — i can’t recall its name — when the kids try to download something illegaly and in the next second the police is at their house having them arrested. Maybe in reality is not that critical but still….my guess is that americans do fear ( most of them ) to download because they might get caught, and i think the consequences aren’t mild. So they preffer to go see the movie in the theatre or buy the dvd rather than commit crime ( cause this is what illegal download is ) [ you should check this video ]

Then again, we as romanians don’t have a consistent monthly income, therefore we can’t afford buying original stuff. Is this just an excuse or is it really true ? I can’t decide.

I talked in this article just about the movies , but you know there are lots more….like, tv-shows,books,software,music videos … music. I don’t know if i will continue. I surely know this won’t change anything but maybe all i’ve wanted is to just share my latest opinion about piracy.