Day 21- o amintire

Când eram copil, cu vreo săptămâna înainte de ziua lu` tata, care e la sfârşitul lui ianuarie, mergeam cu mamaia prin oraş să căutăm crengi degerate din pomisorul asta. Le aduceam în casă şi în câteva zile infloreau, aşa că de ziua lui erau flori proaspete în casă.
Nu am ştiut niciodată cum se numesc florile astea.

Day 19 - pink morning

Day 6 - Artsy project

Azi am construit o căscioară inspirată din Alice în Ţara Minunilor.

About staying or going

My dear Brontosaurus, 

This comes a bit late, since your decision has already been taken, but this is what I wanted to tell you the other day when you were asking around about what to do. It wouldn't have helped you make up your mind anyhow; it just says, basically, that any decision you may take is a journey worth while. One loses nothing by choosing to go one way or another. It's just another path that ultimately, takes us all home.

Travel safe, travel far and enjoy the ride ! 

Hugs, 

Your furry friend.

Story of my life...

Se pare că există un raport direct proporţional între importanţa momentului şi amploarea gafei...
Prietenii ştiu de ce .

Pe de altă parte, de-asta mi-a plăcut întotdeauna Donald, m-a făcut să mă simt un pic mai normală.

Adică e perfect posibil să fii o catastrofă ambulantă şi să devii faimos şi iubit în toată lumea.

Nostalgia m-a cuprins aici.

Men shake hands - what to do if not a man?

Why do men shake hands?
Well, they shake other things as well, but I don't want to think or write about that. I want to know about handshakes.

On my side of the planet, when you're introduced to someone new for the first time, male or female, you shake hands. More oldfashioned gentlemen, not necessarily old, stick to the handkissing of ladies as well, but I have a girlfriend that disagrees with this custom so I won't go into that. At least, not now. I'll save it for later.

Now, many things can be said from a handshake. There has to be a difference in meaning between a limpy wet flaccid handshake of some sticky obnoxious person, and a strong vigurous over-enthusiastic endless shake of a groupie, and all the other varieties that come in between. But again, that's a whole different chapter and thousands of pages have been already written on the topic.

What I wanted to know is why do men shake hands when they meet, again and again? Even old friends or co-workers that see eachother every day. There is this stupid convention, if a men approaches a mixt group, he says hi and shakes hands with all the men in the group, ignoring the females.
And I am not sure, but I tend to believe that close friends, when they meet, they give eachother a strong hearty handshake, just to say 'I'm glad to see you again-reality check completed-now let's gobble down that beer.'

The first time it struck me, the awkardness, was in a rather semi-professional semi-casual environment, in one of the English classes I was teaching to a really nice group of people, all my age or about. One of the guys came late, and as he entered the class, half-way through a sentence of mine, he smiled, apologized, shook hands with the other two guys in the group and sat down. Me and the other three or four girls in the group were left hanging, rather hoping for a handshake or something ourselves. But of course, there is no convention saying what to do between men and women who know eachother well, but aren't close enough to kiss on the cheek or hug.

I know that sometimes, girlfriends kiss eachother on the cheek or throw those fake noisy air kisses over eachother's shoulder, but I try not to stick to that rule. I only kiss and hug my girls when I haven't seen them in a while and miss them dearly.

The next time it struck me, the weirdness of men shaking hands, was in a very close group of friends. There were two guys, some of my best friends, me and another female. We were saying goodbye for the holidays, the guys shook hands, I hugged the girl and ... it's gone...Hugging or kissing the boys felt awkard although we all felt that there was something missing, a touch, a gesture of some kind, one of those stupid pats on the back that men sometime give eachother. 

And then, there's tonight, which is another level of weird-how-did-it-get-to-this-fuck-i-screwed-everything-up-again-I-can-never-touch-him-again moment.

Which takes me to the real point of this post:

I've always been a no-kissing-my-hugs-are-expensive kind of girl and I need a bloody convention to tell me what kind of gesture is appropiate between me and my male friends, when saying hi or goodbye, if I cannot do any of the following:

- Cannot shake hands, cause that's what men do
- Cannot hug cause that's too - just too - too much - and sticky. I keep hugs for birthdays.
- Cannot pat on the back cause we're not beer buddies or team-mates, plus if they pat back, it would be really weird
- Cannot high-five, or bro-fist or who-knows-what-other-stupid choreography, cause I'm a lady goddammit

- And, starting tonight, cannot kiss on cheek every time we meet and say goodbye, cause it doesn't really mean anything anymore, plus it wasn't my thing from the very beginning, it was just something I did, since there is no other bloody thing to do.

Arheologie - Iulie 2009

Micul meu drag
cu glasul ca nişte clopoţei de vânt
legănaţi leneş în prag,

Azi ţi-am cerut să taci
şi să vezi monstrul din noi
cum dispare după orizont,
cum se prelinge în verdele sărat
cum se împleticeşte beat
spre alt mal.

Tu, te-ai îmbufnat
în timp ce aerul năştea
speranţe roşii dincolo de linia ochilor,
speranţe de tinichea.

Acolo urma să apară soarele
ca o gâgâlice mică de sârmă
încinsă.

Eu, fatal prinsă
de circumstanţe.
Tu, ai spus ceva de găini.

Nu mai ştiu ce,
tu erai doar micul meu drag
deşi departe
se năştea dureros lumina,
de aici înainte
vom fi doar fericiţi.

Tu nu ştiai,
şi erai doar micul meu drag
cu inima ta mică
plină de valurile sărate -

Şi lumina, şi eu, şi marea
erau prea mult -

A trebuit să te sărut
ca să taci.

Three tall women

Trei femei inalte, la unteatru

All women change their skin
and then the monsters from within
bleed outwards
and take over.

A different harpy every year
impersonating every fear
you've ever felt
when moving close beside me.

Oh, are you sure
you want to stay?
I may not be like yesterday
but surely now
I am much better
than tomorrow.

Tomorrow
I may not even know your name
or maybe I'll be wishing
you into oblivion.

Tomorrow
I may be wiser
I will have been around the world
one extra turn
I will have seen
you in and out
and there's no doubt
Tomorrow
I'll be wishing
it were over.

Aveti si voi un vecin...

...care isi plimba cainele in parc cu urmatoarele accesorii:

1. Ochelari de soare mari si negri pentru efectul de poker face.
2. Lant gros de aur
3. Tricou cu burta, ca muschi de unde, negru tuci, desi sunt 34 de grade Celsius. Scrie si King pe el ca sa stim exact cu cine avem de a face. Ce daca transpir ca un catar in calduri, m-am dat cu Gucci (ieri dimineata...)
4. Sticla/Doza de bere ca doar e cald si ma deshidratez!
5. Budigai cu carouri roz. Sunt barbat, sau ce dracu? Pot sa port carouri roz cu demnitate!
6. Slapi, pentru aerisirea bataturilor
7. Caine mic si stufos cu funda roz in frunte. (Domne, io pun piciorul in prag si ii zic la femeie, nu, fa, iti plimbi singura pechinezu' de acu' incolo. Io nu fac asta de obicei , doar azi ca e la ma-sa, fac sarmale amandoua. Da' altfel, la noi se stie cine e cocosu! )
8. Bravo, taticu'! Ia uite ba, a facut Pitzi ditamai balegaru! Sa-l strang? Da' ce-am innebunit? Si primaru' ce mai face, daca fac io curat dupa caine? Ca io d-asta votez domne', sa pot sa ma c*c unde si cand vreau eu si cu tot neamu' meu!
9. Seminte, of course! Cand s-o face ala micu' mare, in parc o sa fie camp de floarea soarelui in loc de salcii si castani.

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*Vazut azi in Parc IOR si ilustrat cu precizie.

I really didn't mean to trap you

I really didn't mean to trap you... Doing my best to heal myself. He is a bird, he is a bird, he is a bird...