It's official: you suck.

Here's something I've been pondering quite a bit lately. It's a list of things that used to be cool and new and exciting and special, but that I think are now taking a fast dive into the depths of sucking. And not a moment too soon, might I add.

1. Girls saying stuff like "I've always been more of a tomboy, never getting along with girls, but always really good with boys. When girls were playing with dolls, I was smashing racecars and lusting over that new robot in the toy shop. I'm just one of the guys..." Erm, unless you've got a penis, no, you're not. And if you do, well, that's a totally different discussion.

2. Girls wearing colored dresses at their wedding or Converse shoes instead of proper shoes. Which yes, is a sin I am comitting myself (the latter I mean), but at least I am aware of the suckiness of it all creeping in slowly.

3. The trendiness of celebrities having babies is also living its last days I think. This one doesn't suck actually, it's just not as cool as it has been in the last few years. A lot of babies have been had, a lot of swooning over the little buggers has been done, I guess it's on to the next thing now.

4. Protecting the environment done wrong. I much more respect someone who quietly takes their phone charger out of the plug when the battery is full and all these little things you do around the house out of common sense, than someone who blabs on about how much they love the planet and makes superior speeches about it in public, like they've found some sort of ship they can board to make themselves feel worthy of the space they take up on said Earth. It's just so off-putting it makes me want to set a tree on fire, but I guess this is what happens whenever something good becomes a trend.

More will be added down the line, but to end this for now, let me tell you a little story. A few years back, I bought a skateboard. I wanted to use it as a mean of transport or an alternative to the bike I didn't own then, and obviously not to learn to do tricks or break my neck on some half pipe. Even back then I was too old for that kind of stuff and I am very much aware of the strict limits of my athletic abilities. So I buy it, I ask a friend of a friend a few things about where I should put my feet and such technical details, and I proceed to the park to make myself familiar with the object in question. To make a long story short, after careful scouting for empty alleys where I could suck at it in the process of learning, after countless stupid remarks from random idiots passing by at the sight of a girl meddling with a skateboard, after being banished even from the parking lot of a supermarket because what I was doing seemed "dangerous to the parked cars", I gave up. In total, I think I took that skateboard out ten times. My husband's using it now, so all was not lost. But what I want to say is, sometimes it's okay to let people suck at something. Allow sucking as a learning process.

I guess this is number 5 on my list. Complete morons not letting other people suck in peace. And if you find yourself doing that, well, my friend, you yourself suck.

I conclude with my artist of the day: Travis Louie.

Reading Stephen Fry's "Moab Is My Washpot"

[...] "Music is the deepest of the arts and deep beneath all arts. [...] I don't know if you have ever taken LSD, but when you do so the doors of perception, as Aldous Huxley, Jim Morrison and their adherents ceaselessly remind us, swing open wide. That is actually the sort of phrase, unless you are William Blake, that only makes sense when there is some LSD actually swimming about inside you. In the cold light of the cup of coffee and banana sandwich that are beside me now it appears to be nonsense, but I expect you know what it is taken to mean. LSD reveals the whatness of things, their quiddity, their essence. The wateriness of water is suddenly revealed to you, the carpetness of carpets, the woodness of wood, the yellowness of yellow, the fingernailness of fingernails, the allness of all, the nothingness of all, the allness of nothing. For me music gives access to every one of these essences of existence, but at a fraction of the social or financial cost of a drug and without the need to cry "Wow!" all the time, which is one of LSD's most distressing and least endearing side-efects.
Other arts do this too, but other arts are for ever confined and anchored by reference. Sculptures are either figuratively representative or physically limited by their material, which is actual and palpable. The words in poems are referential, they breathe with denotation and connotation, suggestion and semantics, coding and signing. Paint is real stuff and the matter of painting contains itself in a frame. Music, in the precision of its form and the mathematical tyranny of its laws, escapes into an eternity of abstraction and an absurd sublime that is everywhere and nowhere at once. The grunt of rosin-rubbed catgut, the saliva-bubble blast of a brass tube, the sweaty-fingered squeak on a guitar fret, all that physicality, all that clumsy "music-making", all that grain of human performance, so much messier that the artfully patinated pentimenti or self-conscious painterly mannerism of the sister arts, transcends itself at the moment of its happening, that moment when music actually becomes, as it makes the journey from the vibrating instrument, the vibrating hi-fi speaker, as it sends those vibrations across to the human tympanum and through the inner ear and into the brain, where the mind is set to vibrate to frequencies of its own making.
The nothingness of music can be moulded by the mood of the listener into the most precise shapes or allowed to float as free as thought; music can follow the academic and theoretical pattern of its own modality or adhere to some narrative or dialectical programme imposed by a friend, a scholar or the composer himself. Music is everything and nothing. It is useless and no limit can be set on its use. Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise. Music makes me write this sort of maundering adolescent nonsense without embarrassment. Music is in fact the dog's bollocks. Nothing else comes close." [...]

I conclude with my "song of the day": The Grit - Straight Out the Alley.

This sequel did not suck

A few words of advice, if you haven't seen it already: it's damn long, so don't go to late screenings because if you're tired it's hard to follow the metal screeching and fusing and battle action. You won't know who's who and who's winning or whatta-whatta's going on. Two, try to sit as far back as possible, that transforming stuff's fast and you totally can't fully enjoy it if you're sitting too close to the screen. Thrice, I wish that ice-cream van got more screen time, but I guess Bumblebee's gotta do.

I conclude with my "cool person of the day": Invertebra.

What's in a name

Let's face it, every word and therefore name has a unique personality stigma attached to it. You hear it and it triggers a certain mood, or instantly gives you a certain feel of the said word or name. If you're Romanian, when you hear the name "Vasile" you think of a thick-skinned, sun-burnt man from the countryside, if you hear "galoshes" you think of a posh English man trotting about on a rainy London day, if you hear "cinnamon" you think of warm childhood mornings and your grandma's cooking. Of course, every interpretation of any word depends on the hearer's perspective on things and life experience, but there is, as in all things, an agreed "general" opinion established by the majority or if you will, by the so called "normal" class. The reason I'm going on about this is that this past week-end my perception of one certain name has done a very unexpected 360 on me. I'm talking about The Hague.

I'm not sure what imagery others get in their heads from hearing of this city, but for me it used to be, until this past Saturday, international politics, trials, Queen Beatrix and Milosevic. When I thought of it, I pictured something dry, grey and boring, resembling the UN quarters in Vienna. Which shows how much imagination I have.

On Friday, the husband, kind of tired of my moaning about how because of the wedding costs we can't really afford to up and fly to wherever we feel like when we're bored of Düsseldork, said he'll take me out for a roadtrip. I like roadtrips, especially because I get to pick the music and we make numerous stops at gas stations to buy guilty pleasure snacks under the pretext of "hunger". So on Saturday morning we left the house armed with our cameras, CDs galore freshly picked off the shelf and an assortment of beef jerkey he brought back from the States. We drove and drove (I had no idea to where, and as it turns out, neither had he) until we hit a roadblock and I fell asleep. I tend to do that in cars.

When I woke up we were stopped in a gas station in The Netherlands and the husband was getting directions. He shyly admitted he was going to take me to this one place, but it's so remote it doesn't even show up on the GPS, so the man in the gas station told him to take me somewhere else, really close. This is how we ended up in The Hague, the Scheveningen district to be precise.

Now, I've never been a girl to get excited by the sea, the beach, a colorful pier, a lively promenade, pink candy stalls, rainbow pillows, lime-flavoured drinks and carousels. And by never I mean always. And this is exactly what we found here. I kept asking Timo if he's sure we're in The Hague. He said yes. And I'll tell you what, it wasn't just the beach. We drove around the city a little before heading back home and I literally wrote down names of streets I want to walk down when we go back. The harbor looked cute, the area next to it was full of little bars where locals were playing poker while tending to a jug of beer each, then we got lost on some little residential streets that were quiet and looked like a film set, then the posh streets with expensive houses so beautiful and different, yet harmonious and understated. Yes, I am officially a fan and officially pleasantly surprised, for the first time in a long time. This is so not how I imagined The Hague. And I can only hope these accidents will keep happening in the future, otherwise there's a lot of little gems that I'll lose in the travel dust due to some unfortunate name mishap.














I conclude with my "song of the day": Bouncing Souls - Sounds of the City.

Beautifulness, with a cherry on top

Inchei cu "song of the day": No Doubt - Stricken.

What I love about Düsseldork

First off, let me mention that I'm slowly switching to English so that my husband can understand what I'm going on about around here. I actually thought about translating the whole thing in English a long time ago, but since it's not exactly literature, I can spend my time doing more useful things. But I digress.

I had a sweet week-end. Not easy, because I've been husband-less for more than a month, since he is in the US for work (or so he says). But my mom was visiting, so I went out more than I usually would. There was a Jazz Rally in town, which meant the whole center had different spots where various bands, groups or individual musicians were performing. It was pretty cool to just walk around and switch to a totally different mood and music at every corner. We had pretzels (twice, damn they're good... the guy at the booth already knew to put out the ones with lots of salt when we appeared), enjoyed an old man and his banjo (amplified by his "i am a man who should play the banjo" look) then walked around until we got to one of the bigger stages. A band was just starting, so we stopped to see what it was about, and it turned out they were about being awesome. It was a highschool big band, and I love big band music. That aside, I looked around. There were people aged from 16 to 60, with Slipknot patches on their schoolbags or perfectly matched vintage suits, all drinking altbier from proper glasses, smiling, listening and tapping their feet. No BS, no labels, no pushing, no noses in the air, no negativity, no fakery, just people listening to the big band and tapping their feet together. And just when I was thinking, well, this is pretty neat, they started playing Oasis' Wonderwall big band style. +1 to that one.

On Saturday we decided to go to the neighbourhood communal garage sale. I don't know if it was the sun, or the smell of thirty kinds of homemade cakes or the colours of the vintage dresses, and let me stop before I start sounding like a hippie, but it was pretty freakin' charming. Of course there was a lot of junk too, but after I resisted the urge of buying an awesome bright yellow Fornarina felt hat for a fiver or any of the toys or the old paintings or the odd kitchen contraptions, my mom gave me a treat and bought me the funnest skate scooter for 20 euros. I came back home riding it, laughing my ass off, while my mom was shaking her head telling me to stay off the road and wondering if she didn't buy me enough toys when she should've.

We got home and I took full advantage of the fact that we have a huge living area, by riding my scooter in the house, annoying my mom who was trying to watch Come Dine With Me on the TV. We had tickets to an American football game that night, but we both fell asleep on the sofa... we could afford the luxury because on Sunday we had more stuff to do, namely a Jazz Festival in a nearby city. And that was pretty awesome too, but a totally different story for maybe another time.

See, this is what I love about Düsseldork. No matter what you like or what your mood is, there's always something to do. And it's no big fuss, no trendy bells, it's just something natural. It's just the way it is.

So I conclude with my "song of the day": Dan Black - Wonder.

Behind, in parallel and ahead.

The past is irrelevant.

The present is improvable.

"Hello my little wifey, Family Guy is on my TV. You know I hate watching this alone... I miss you even more. I'm not in a writing mood, but then again it doesn't feel very good if I don't write about what I'm doing. My room is clean and there are almost no pants laying around anymore. The bed looks OK as well and I had a sandwich two hours ago, because I was very hungry. Guess that's not very interesting :-) . Right. You probably just woke up, and now you have to read this not very interesting mail from your missing husband. I'm trying to imagine how your day starts. How you wake up in a hurry and maybe sometimes you have some breakfast. Then you read my mail, maybe at work, maybe at home. I don't mind if you read it at work, because I know my baby isn't in the best mood in the morning :-) ."

But the future sounds like happiness.



Inchei cu "site of the day": why not customize some shoes.

Weird resemblances

Cred ca e ceva in aerul de primavara (relativa) de pe aici. Timo se transforma in Frank Rossitano...


... in timp ce fratele lui si-a luat un catel, Mortimer, IDENTIC cu o jucarie pe care am adus-o eu de la Bucuresti.


Coincidence? I think not.

Inchei cu "song of the day": Bad Astronaut - 500 Miles.

Off Facebook and onwards

Iau un experiment de pe Facebook si ii dau drumul pe alte canale, pentru ca m-a distrat. Ideea e urmatoarea:

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random” or click here. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations" or click here. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” or click here. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

Daca va amuza randomness-ul si faceti chestia asta, dati-mi si mie un link sa vad ce a iesit. A mea e chiar ok:


Inchei cu "song of the day": Joey Cape - Errands.

Weddo blog

Avand in vedere ca planific o nunta departe de casa si mai ales de multi oameni pe care i-as fi vrut implicati in proces, am hotarat sa scriem un jurnal al evenimentului, unde contribuim si eu si el. A fost gandit in special pentru prieteni si familie, dar cred ca o sa ne lovim de mii probleme on the way si poate cineva care planifica sau se pregateste pentru aceeasi treaba poate gasi acolo un mic ajutor. In plus, sunt atat de multe de facut incat vreau sa retraiesc lunile astea cand o sa am timp si loc in cap. So, here goes: Silvia and Timo's wedding diary.

Inchei cu "site of the day": Offbeat Bride - my personal helper and source of inspiration.

Pic tag

Tagged by Monique. Zice ea acolo la ea pe blog:

Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures.
Pick the 4th picture in that folder.
Explain the picture.
Tag 4 people to do the same.

Okay, here goes.


Very random stuff - poza e facuta in bucataria primului nostru apartament din Germania. Era ziua Dianei si petrecerea era inca la inceput - desi toti arata destul de afectati in poza. Personaje: Simon, Jacqueline si Julia. Si cam asta e, as I said, it's very random.
Si sa taguiesc niste oameni? Hmmm, doar Maria o sa se bucure de onoarea asta.

Inchei cu "song of the day": The Gaslight Anthem - Old White Lincoln.

Jucarii pentru copii mari

In ultima luna am cheltuit niste sume obscene pe jucarii. A inceput slow, cu cateva papusi Momiji, un Gloomy Bear de 16 inch, seria King Ken mini si o cutie completa de Dunny Series 5. Dupa asta, simtindu-ma infiorator de vinovata, am zis ca stau cuminte, eventual caut pe E-Bay cei 3 Dunnies care imi lipsesc din seria asta si atat. Acum vad ca pe 22 se lanseaza deja urmatoarea serie - Ye Olde England UK Edition. Si chiar daca nu prea am de unde, o sa storc cardul sa comand o cutie.



Da, probabil ca sunt prea mare pentru asa ceva, dar nu as putea sa va explic ce frumos e sa deschizi pachetul in care stau 25 de cutiute pline de surprize. Si le deschizi pe rand, si toti sunt mult mai misto in realitate decat pe net, si dupa aia toata lumea din birou vine sa ii vada, si alegem cate unul pentru fiecare personaj din agentie, si facem filmulete cu ei, si le punem nume si le facem poze si printam checklist-ul si le bifam pe astea pe care le avem... It's pretty awesome.



Sunt un pic dezamagita ca in Germania nu prea e cultura de colectionat Dunnies. In Austria vad pe net ca au trading parties, launch parties, treaba serioasa. Oare in Ro cati colectioneaza serios? Am dat un search pe Google si am gasit doar un blog in directia asta. As fi vrut sa existe un loc altul decat forumul de pe kidrobot.com unde sa se poata face schimburi si organiza evenimente. That being said, eu nu mai sunt in Romania si nu vorbesc inca destula germana incat sa revolutionez aici piata sau sa fac un site de gen.



Also, in quest-ul de a aranja voiajul in Japonia am cumparat de pe Amazon cea mai tare carte ever - Tokyo Underground, in care pe langa niste tips-uri super dragute despre cum sa te descurci in diverse situatii, exista locatiile tuturor magazinelor de jucarii posibile din oras. There's gonna be an overload.



Nu, scratch that, nu sunt prea mare pentru jucarii. Adica finally, nu m-am facut mare ca sa imi indeplinesc dorintele din copilarie? Ba da. Buy more toys, I say!

Inchei cu "site of the day": Kidrobot.

Sa ma ajute si pe mine un cineva...

Ma chinui cu un research despre Japonia, in vederea unui voiaj. E destul de dificil... Daca a fost cineva acolo si are niste sfaturi, ar fi absolut fantastic si drept multumire promit sa ii aduc o jucarie inapoi. Sushi-ul se strica in trei ore.

Eu va multumesc in avans, optimista fiind din fire.

Inchei cu "site of the day": Google, awesome everyday.

Corners

Ma gandeam acum cateva zile la locurile in care ajungi total intamplator. Mai ales atunci cand trebuie sa se alinieze multe ca sa ajungi acolo.

De exemplu: un mic apartament in care am ajuns pentru ca un prieten s-a mutat aici si avea nevoie de o casa, asa ca o colega l-a lasat sa stea in a ei cateva saptamani pana isi gaseste altceva si intamplator eu m-am dus sa il vizitez exact in acel scurt interval de timp. La genul asta de incident ma refer. Si apartamentul e mic si dragut si m-a fermecat asa cum putine locuri o fac. Asa ca mai jos, cateva fotografii.














Inchei cu "song of the day": Lamb - Angelica.

My cherry was popped. And it was gooooood.

Aseara am fost la concertul Cherry Poppin' Daddies din Dortmund. Locatia unde a fost evenimentul este fantastica prin faptul ca e atat de odioasa, incat e misto. Piatra turnata de alimentara pe jos, bar luminat ca un aprozar si o camera vopsita in negru care servea drept sala de concert. Bun.

In deschidere au cantat niste rock'n'rolleri in varsta, ca sa zic asa, care sunau bine ei (contrabasul ala face toti banii) dar in pofida camasilor de cowboy, aratau de parca nevestele lor nu stiau unde sunt la ora respectiva. Genul middle-aged casnic, cum s-ar spune.

Toate aceste mici detalii sunt absolut irelevante. Concertul a fost atat de tare incat nu am cuvinte sa ma exprim corect to do it justice. De data asta am stat atat de in fata incat chiar a transpirat Steve Perry pe mine, ba chiar i-am vazut si amigdalele. Si din cauza ca vedeam doar scena, era de parca calatorisem inapoi in timp in anii '50. Perry chiar si miroasea vintage, jur. And I snatched the setlist he danced on.

A fost fantastic. Si chiar daca nu era scris pe setlist, au cantat Irish Whiskey la cererea ba-etilor - abia acolo a fost dezmat. Dupa concert a trecut pe langa mine trompetistul, si pentru ca ma vazuse in fata scenei tot concertul mi-a zambit. Si tot ce am putut eu sa bagui a fost "Aaah... AWESOME!". Si-a plecat politicos capul si a zis "Thank you, thank you...".

Mai jos, Diamond Light Boogie si Zoot Suit Riot. Love it.





Inchei cu "site of the day": Facebook - geez, toata lumea face bebelusi si eu de acolo aflu.

Just in time

Pentru fetite si baieti, de aici, Christmas cheat sheets!

For the "gifts that always fits" - sacrificam gramatica pentru poezie.




Inchei cu "song of the day": The Killers - Bones.

Trei hint-uri ca el este "EL"

1. Stie ce prostii faci si vrea sa te ajute sa nu le repeti zi de zi (exemplu: uitat cheile pe masa si ramas incuiata afara din casa sau uitat mancarea pentru pranz - pe care by the way, tot el a gatit-o). Asta inseamna ca de dimineata gasesti pe podea, fix in fata usii de la intrare, ceva de genul asta:



2. Are exact aceleasi obsesii ca si tine si incearca sa te surprinda cu orice ocazie, mai mult sau mai putin legitimate (gen Sfanta zi de marti sau Pastele african).

"Ok baby. I'm going to get a lot of tickets for concerts, all of them are presents and coming to you step by step. I'm very happy about that. I just called a ticket shop in Düsseldorf... I love you."

3. Dupa 27 de ani traiti ca un ghem de nervi, pe el nu poti sta suparata mai mult de 5 minute. Si a promis ca in caz de vreo cearta mai serioasa, nu o sa faca niciodata scene melodramatice gen disparut de acasa cu telefonul inchis.

Deci se poate.

Inchei cu "song of the day": Loikaemie - Für immer.

This kicks massive ass.

Azi o sa vorbesc la telefon cu Tarsem. THE Tarsem. Deci practic unul dintre regizorii mei preferati a citit un scenariu de-al meu si e interesat sa il faca. I'm sooo excited!

*insert jumping around like a retarded child getting his first ever toy*

I had to share...

*more retarded jumping*


Inchei cu "movie of the day": The Fall, gen.

I went to see zombies and all I got was this awesome Creepshow shirt

Sambata am fost la primul meu concert psychobilly, and it was FUN!

Concert The Creepshow (Canada), in deschidere Bloodsucking Zombies From Outer Space (localnici). De cand am aflat ca mergem la concert am stiut ca o sa vad niste personaje foarte interesante la eveniment, si nu am fost dezamagita. Din acest motiv, ne-am prezentat in fata clubului mai devreme, sa vedem cum se aduna multimea colorata, si nu stiu cum ne-am trezit vorbind cu diversi necunoscuti. Se pare ca sunt o specie foarte prietenoasa, cred ca a ajutat ca aveam cu noi un prieten (rockabilly) care arata de-al lor. Si uite asa am impartasit impresii de la Area 4, care e considerat noul Bizzare Festival, dupa care un domn (psychobilly) ne-a povestit cum si-a construit un cosciug pe care si l-a atasat la bicicleta customizata low rider, dar finally era prea greu de tras si i l-a facut cadou soacrei lui, care l-a apreciat foarte tare. Really nice people.







Dupa ce am intrat, mie mi-a luat ochii masa de merch, si baietii s-au dus sa ocupe un loc bun la balcon. Pe drum, a avut loc un mic incident, din nou foarte dragut si equally amusing. Un alt tanar (tot psychobilly) l-a observat pe prietenul nostru (rockabilly) care purta o bandana rosie la gat. Si el purta o bandana asijderea. S-a facut un fel de conexiune cosmica, si a avut loc o conversatie de genul "nice scarf, wanna cock dock?" care ne-a tinut cu zambetul pe buze toata seara.





Apoi a inceput concertul, asa cum am spus, cu Bloodsucking Zombies from Outer Space (horrorbilly). Nu poti sa nu te distrezi cand baietii de pe scena sunt vopsiti sa atrate ca niste zombie, cand asculti melodii gen New Blood in Satan's Claw si cand publicul arata de parca ai luat racheta timpului inapoi in anii '50. Fun all around. In plus, ce am mai invatat: nu poti sa canti intr-o formatie de horrorbilly, sa te machiezi zombie-like, sa te imbraci in maieu and get away with it... daca esti gras. Cine a mai vazut zombie grasi? Nu e credibil, asta e.







Dupa zombies, The Creepshow. Nu zic multe depre ei, doar ca mi-au placut foarte tare. Tipa de la voce era super frumusica, simpatica si avea o voce calda perfecta pentru genul asta de muzica, tipul de la contrabas era si vanzatorul de la merch, tot simpatic si baga si voce, iar tipul de la pian, imbracat ca un preot si turbat pe clape, foarte entertaining. Tobosarul purta tricou cu Tiger Army. Ceva mai jos, o melodie pe care au cantat-o spre final, acustic.









Nu cred ca se asteptau sa aiba un succes asa de mare, publicul i-a chemat inapoi pe scena de vreo 5 ori si au tot venit pana au zis "Suntem foarte impresionati si apreciem ca ne tot chemati inapoi, dar nu mai stim nici o melodie...", asta dupa ce cantasera deja si un cover dupa Misfits si unul dupa Pet Cemetery.



Asta a fost prima mea experienta psychobilly. Loved it and am craving for more... BOO!

Inchei cu "quote of the day": "On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down." - Woody Allen

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Bine-bine, dar cum urmareste el 5439 de oameni? Dragul de el, cred ca a vrut sa fie recunoscator oamenilor care ii citesc update-urile in timp ce filmeaza in Africa si a dat accept la toata lumea. Deci ma intreb daca seara sta in cort si citeste ce au mai facut diversi in timpul zilei... "Azi am fiert un ou", "Diseara ma scarpin in fund cu lufa", sau ca m-am uitat eu aseara la Cloverfield. I love the guy, I really do.

Inchei cu "song of the day": Nikola Sarcevic - My Aim is You.