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.

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.

Pentru ce ?

Inca unul din momentele alea care au inceput sa se inmulteasca , din pacate, in ultimul timp, si anume acele momente cand ti-e sila sau scarba sa faci ce tot faci de cateva saptamani incontinuu, ti-e scarba sa mai deschizi pcu, ti-e scarba sa mai stai in aceeasi pozitie de citit carti pentru 2 ore incontinuu si dupa aceea sa te intinzi ca un acordeon in timp ce urechea iti capteaza sunetul facut de scrantirile interioare, pana la urma ceva nu o sa iasa cum trebuie si o sa paralizezi. dar nu acum.

Prin definitie rutina inseamna experienta care normal este dobandita din cunoasterea prea buna a unui lucru sau a unui obicei, dar experienta asta, rutina daca vreti, ea nu are o limita de care sa se dea cu capu ? Nu are si ea un lvl de care sa nu poata sa treaca ? aparent nu. De aceea refuzi sa te imaginezi ca vei urmari acelasi pattern pentru inca un numar de zile care probabil se vor scurge la fel de incet si enervant pe fatada ochilor tai deja obositi de atata tehnologie.

Si pana la urma, pentru ce facem tot ceeea ce facem ? Pentru ce invatam,pentru ce citim,pentru ce vedem un film,pentru ce ascultam niste muzica,pentru ce ne creeam legaturi de iubire,pentru ce iesim in parc,pentru ce ne spalam pe dinti,pentru ce conducem masini,pentru ce avem plante de apartament, pentru ce suntem scalvii corporatiilor, pentru ce ne legam prietenii de durata, pentru ce calatorim dintr-un punct in altul,pentru ce ne uitam la tv ?
Pentru ce toate astea , in afara de satisfactia de scurta durata, pana la urma pe piatra funerara nu o sa scrie cate carti ai citit,cate ore ai stat in fata tvului,cate ore ai iesit la plimbare sau ce medie de admitere ai avut, si lucrul asta nu e nici pe departe corect. Adica timp de cateva decenii te chinui si te sufoci incercand sa ai tot ce este mai bun si mai valoros din acest purgatoriu pentru ca la sfarsit sa te culci intre patru sipci. Si imi rezoneaza in minte un pasaj dintr-o carte a lui Palahniuk ( Bantuitii ) in care se expune problema ca pamantul sa fie defapt un test de incercare, un concurs meschin pe care cei ce il vor putea castiga vor putea trece mai departe in raiul adevarat,care in carte este planeta Venus; se mai expunea si ideea cioplirii sufletelor urmate de meritata slefuire, dobandita desigur daca puteai excedee pe Venus. Si pana la urma ,omul ca orice al lucrur,o carte,o pictura,este un lucru mare facut din lucrur mici puse intamplator in ordinea corecta. Nu vreau ca din ce am zis aici sa rezulte ideea ca nu se merita a trai ca pana la urma tot acolo ajungi si de ce sa nu trisezi pu tin si sa-ti curmi de pe acum suferinta punandu-ti cap vietii.
Pentru ce facem toate astea ?
Pentru bucuriile sufletesti care ne slefuiesc inca de pe acum

Midnight Post

Made out of boringness, insomnia and lyrics
I mean yeah, i’m happy that finally the school’s out…yay…joy…this should take like 5-6 minutes,and then you ask yourself “and now what ? ” i just’ve lived this tomorrow. I started my first holiday day in the most boring way possible, after school some coleagues went to a bar somewhere…i had no money on me so i went home, griefly. I think i could almost sense the summer in the air, you know, the smell of hot days, hotness, burn, short summer rains, leaves. So in my incomprehensible ( i think i spelled it right ) boringness i started the pc , made myself a cup of tea , put some music on and start vegetating. I don’t want all the summer to be like this ! No fucking way ! I want action, i want to break out of this room which is sometimes fulfilled with things that bring me down…i don’t know where it hides, under the piano ?! maybe.
Her smile. So brazen and warm. Brings me up to the real world every time. It’s too hard to talk about these things just from your memory or pictures, i need to see the real thing. Enough with fakes ! Where are the real things ? These can’t hide under the piano….seek and find. Talking about HER smile…it’s bowing so nicely across her face , her hazel eyes can cure a sick man and offer him again the will to live, yes, big eyes, big effect. So it’s all i need, if she’d probably turn up right here right now…man, i’d probably wouldn’t get to sleep,just chat all night long about worthless and meaningless things which surprisngly prove to be a very nice “raw” matter to talk about , talkative i guess. I’ve never done it, talk to the morning rises i mean. I think i’ll do it this summer. Wow, making plans in the middle of the night, now that’s a new thing ! Under the piano ? I’ve checked…nothing there,not even dust… under the wardrobe ? on the balcony ? Another time baby…i’ll expose you to the world ! So everybody may know who you are ! Play some notes, Mozart’s or maybe Bach’s, Bartholdy’s ? Your pick woung man, just don’t put too much pressure on the keyboard, it’s yellowish colour is the most authentical prove that time passes, unwillingly,yes…but unfortunately, unstopable. that scar, do you have it for a long time i guess don’t you ? yes, i was a little prick and that’s the undoubtable truth, desert me for what i’ve been…or posses me for what i am. destroy,play,murder…do what you want, think of me as a toy, the one you had when you were that prick, but please, don’t tear my head apart, it had been already torn and i felt dezastrous. Moles and scars ! You’re a grave of memories aren’t you ? Unwillingly , yes i am. Want to buy a patch for your eternity ? I still have free places…and i sell them cheap, greatest deal in the town, you can go right know and search for a one to match , you’ll not find any , why ? i’m the undertaker around these places…
enough with this meaningless mumbling.
i still have to claim that just a part of the text above is true. you decide which. good night

Wochende

Be patient, i’m not going to write down in German, first because i don’t feel myself capable of doing it and second because i still have more to learn about that language.
I just said wochende instead of weekend because somehow i respect the integrity of the german people, their conservationism which is very good in their case. When all the world is bathing in english and using much more term in english than in the native language, the germans keep their language for themselves and are very reticent when comes down to other languages. But i think it was always a problem between germans and enlgish mans.

Whatever.

It’s time for easy going indie rock. Meet you sunday!

GeeEsEm

GSM.Adica cu alte cuvinte telefoane mobile,cartele,handsfree-uri si tot ce include. Bun. Vroiam sa analizez putin nevoia romanului de *nou,frumos,jmecher,cel mai mare,cel mai tare* cand vine vorba de telefoane mobile.

Sa o luam cu inceputu. Daca mai tin eu minte primele telefoane mobile de la noi din tara erau Philips, parca erau vreo doua modele ( stiu pentru ca tata si-a luat printre primii mobil ) ,oricum nu asta conteaza,conteaza functiile telefonului de atunci. Vorbitul da? de sms-uri nu sunt sigur dar oricum ganditi-va putin,cand zici telefon zici comunicare orala, cand zici telefon mobil zici fitze,mp3,poze si cate si mai cate. de ce ?

poate sunt eu putin mai conservator cand vine vorba de aceste minunatii tehnologice care venind vorba ne scade potenta ( asta ca un lucru discriminator ) pentru ca tineti telefonu in buzunar nu? langa family jewels…right…de aia si se aude ca mai si cauzeaza tumori cerebrale.

pana azi aveam un MotoV360 din ala cu camera foto,video,mp3,bluetooth (alta minunatie) si altele care in principal nu e un telefon de fitze pentru ca nu e slide-on, nu am dat ‘nspee milioane pe el ca sa ma dau mare si nici nu il port la vedere pe un snur auriu ( bleah!) insa treptat nu mai foloseam camera foto,treptat nu mai foloseam nici camera video si treptat telefonul cu atatea functii s-a rezumat doar la doua : vorbitul si smsul. Asa ca de ce sa tin eu in buzunar ( de la piept!) un telefon care costa nu stiu cati bani si pe care il folosesc ca pe unul care face acelasi lucru numai ca e la juma de pret si sa nu imi iau eu un Nokia 1112 din ala clasic pentru a-l folosi pentru functiile lui de baza?

Asa am si facut, mi-am luat Nokia de care vorbeam mai sus si sunt multumit.Foarte multumit. Mi-au mai ramas si cativa bani care normal ca se vor duce pe carti…
+ daca telefonul are nspee mii de camere si mp3 player si acces internet si altele de ce mai exista mp3 playere,camere foto sau pc-uri propriuzise ?
nu o sa inteleg niciodata….
telefonul mobil e de vorbit si de da smsuri.Atat.

Incotro ?

Ciment.Scari.Usi.Geamuri murdare.Perdele ponosite.Usi.Iarba.Uda.Miros de iarba uda.Copaci verzi.Flori.Oameni.Zgomot de pasi.Masini.Fum.Praf.Picaturi de ploaie.Stropi.Culori.Miros de vara in aer.Flori.Pasi.Pasi repezi.Bani.Hartii.Cartoane.Mancare.Plastic.Trenuri.Marmura.Neoane.Lumina.
Oameni.Tristi.Voci.Voci aspre.Pasi.Neoane.Aglomeratie.Stropi curati de ploaie.Oameni.Baieti si Fete.Carti.Foi tiparite.Miros de cerneala.Carton.Autobuze.Murdarie.Magazine.Telefoane.
Bani.

Lume.

Inainte

Inainte nu imi pasa daca ma saluta…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa cu ce se imbraca…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa daca se descurca…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa daca vroia sa vorbim….acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa daca ieseam la film…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa ce muzica asculta…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa daca intra pe YM…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa daca ma placea…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa daca patea ceva…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa ce crede despre mine…..acum imi pasa.
Inainte nu imi pasa ce discuta despre mine cu altii…..acum imi pasa.

In general,inainte nu imi pasa acum insa imi pasa.

(nu,nu mi s-a intamplat nimic, chiar mi-a fost atrasa atentia la cat de optimist si cu pofta de viata am fost azi insa asa am simtit eu sa scriu in acest moment.)

I’m bored

I’m bored and i can’t help myself. I searched for solutions to get rid of this boredom but not a single one actually worked. Maybe it’s the friggin weather outside….i mean i like rain but when is raining quietly ( reminds me of the countryside thingies ) and you don’t feel blue and worthless.

Today was quite a nice day despite school , school’s the main problem that can easily ruine or light up my current disposition ( off the record, usually ruines it but that’s other story ). For example today i got a C at Geography and a A at Physics but i’m not happy , of course i had been happy when i took the mark but just then , it’s not a lasting happiness. I hate school for its hypocrisy ( i think this is the way of spelling it…i don’t know and i don’t feel like searching ) anyway , you understand. So i’m tired and had it to the full of school’s hypocrisy …. asa an example : Tomorrow we’ll be in the middle of an important inspection. Today and yesterday they told us the questions that inspectors can ask us and also they told us how we should answer , otherwise it’ll be bad ( for us of course ) Now tell me this is fair and square … cos it’s not all the way. So they told us to wear uniform and all that shit and look happy like our school it’s the fucking best, our teachers are the best ever and shit…..bullshit , crap …. bollocks.

It’s a good thing that school didn’t yet ruined my reading disposition which is great. Discworld it’s fantastic , nothing else to say about it. Tomorrow i might get some money i’m not sure, but if i’ll get it’d be great cos i saw a dozen of interesting books i may buy , but this annoying thing called money stoped me. hahaha…revenge is here boredom , prepare for the worst !
(i really didn’t want to sound like that line from 300 you all know…. but i think it had , hadn’t it ?)

Traim in Romania si asta…….. si traim degeaba

Si iata ca dupa cateva zile foarte bine plasate de stat acasa ( pacat ca eram bolnav in timpul asta ) mi-am revenit , ceea ce revenit inseamna reintoarcere la scoala, trebuia totusi nu ?

Alte lucruri (ne) interesante petrecute azi si privite prin ochii mei :

• cat timp am stat in metrou pe scaun , vis-a-vis de mine era un muncitor imbracat in uniforma de serviciu ( albastru cu dungi rosii , nu se vedea nici o unitate inscrisa ) si manca . da, manca biscuiti ( si avea mainile negre, daca ma credeti…) …un pachet, dupa care a mai scos inca unul, l-a mancat si pe ala , dupa care ironic, a scos un pachet de Orbit din acela de “cica” iti inalbeste dintii si s-a pus pe mestecat o pastila de guma. Interpretati cum vreti…
• apoi, in alt vagon….si asta la intoarcere am vazut ca lumea citea ( carte nu ziar) …din ce am vazut: o doamna citea cartea din Cotidianul nr.25 ( nu stiu ce carte era…am vazut cu spatele) , o alta doamna citea tot o carte din Cotidianul ( Labirintul intunecat ) si o a treia citea,culmea, tot a carte din Cotidianul dar eram prea departe ca sa vad despre ce era vorba insa mi-am dat seama dupa coperta carei colectii apartinea. Ce informatii trag eu din cele spuse ? 1. Lumea vrea sa citeasca dar nu are bani de carti bune si se multumeste cu ce pica ( hmm…nu prea cred…ca sa fie adevarata afirmatia trebuia ca tot vagonul sa citeasca ceva, deci pica) 2. Citeste prea putina lume ( nu am numarat cate persoane se aflau in vagonul de metrou dar 3 persoane sunt prea putine , plauzibil) 3.Majoritatea doamnelor ( ca sa nu zic tipelor) care citeau pareau a avea o viata sociala foarte activa ( si aici ma refer la serviciu) asadar….citesc pe unde apuca. ( plauzibil enough for me,insa eu nu pot sa citesc in metrou oricat de mult as vrea, cititul ar trebui sa fie o activitate relaxanta nu stresanta nu ?)

Si se mai intreaba de ce nu cumpara lumea carti; nu am inteles niciodata afirmatia asta auzita ba prin presa sau reviste ba pe la radio sau tv… cum naibi lumea nu citeste ? ba citeste dar un procent prea mic SAU nu atat pe cat v-ati dori voi editurile ( normal ca toate se invart in jurul banilor) Eu in continuare o sa cumpar carti oricat de scumpe ar fi , daca merita nu este nici o problema, daca este posibil sa le fac rost prin alte metode bine si asa, insa cartile cred ca nu ar trebui “piratate”.