Elefantelul in magazinul cu borcane :-)

In ultimele luni m-am straduit sa-i gatesc sotului felurile sale preferate, avand in vedere ca in curand voi pleca si el nu este pasionat de invartitul tigailor sau de aburitul oalelor. Am ales sa fac pui in stil Honolulu, dar am uitat sa cumpar ardei copti, unul din ingredientele esentiale. Cum acesta se adauga la urma, am pregatit mancarica si, pe mla ora la care stiam ca va sosi de la munca, i-am dat un apel, cerandu-mi scuze ca-l rog sa faca efortul de-a culege de la magazin un borcan de ardei copti.
Este important de stiut ca ardeii copti se gasesc pe toate rafturile, in timp ce gogosarii murati nu prea exista in magazine. De fiecare data cand am avut nevoie, a trebuit sa merg pe la magazinele romanesti ca sa am cu ce pregati salata de boeuf, de exemplu.
Revenind la istoria initiala, ma trezesc cu sotiorul acasa, obosit mort, cu apele curgand pe el dupa atata munca, dar mandru ca mi-a adus doua borcane de ardei copti. Sau de gogosari murati.
Cum as fi putut sa-l cert ca mi-a venit acasa cu asa ceva, cand era amarat ca vai de el si bucuros, in acelasi timp, ca mi-a adus ce i-am cerut? N-am putut insa sa nu rad cu drag de el si sa nu-l intreb cum a facut de-a reusit sa descopere gogosarii murati pe care-i caut de ani de zile, si nu a vazut sirurile de borcane cu ardei copti. Pai s-a dus la raftul de alimente biologice, pe la care eu nu dau nici sa ma pici cu ceara.
Eh, macar acum am cu ce sa-i fac salata de boeuf, chiar daca nu planuisem.
Stiu ca femeile isi au locul la cratita (da, da!) si ca barbatii au spirit de vanatori, dar oare barbatii sunt programati genetic sa nu faca deosebirea intre borcane? Sau intre orice feluri de alimente? (cica si tatal lui ii aducea mamei patrunjel in loc de leustean). Bine ca de Pasti fac eu cumparaturile, ca altfel m-as putea trezi ca fac ciorba de cal in loc de miel.

Just a Few Questions

Why are we so racist? Why do we let Bush do whatever occurs to his area in between his pockets and his... attempt of a brain? Why do Americans have the right to get the name of every person that's supposed to board a plane FLYING OVER the U.S.A. and then forbid those whose names they don't like to get on the plane? Can't Arabic people living in Canada visit Latin America? Should I stop talking to my friends of Muslim heritage because they might be terrorists? Do we actually live in a cretinous, xenophobic, hateful world?

If that's the case, I prefer to remain in my "dream world", as some say, and still take each person as they are, without judging their origins or following the "leadership" of the worst person to have been born since Hitler.

"Macho" Commercials

Why is it that in most commercials that have to do with buying new floors or windows, there's this couple formed of a 40-ish beautiful woman and a 60-ish man who looks as if he were made of money? She just sits there, smiling and nodding, while talks to the salesman and looks like he's going to take out his loaded wallet any minute.
I could write 10 pages on this subject, so I'll just stop here.

Estados

Tirada por hilos elásticos ensuciados con aceite...
Mirando formas de nubes psicodélicos en el techo de un cuarto...
Envuelta en instantes que "hace[n] la vida suficiente"...
Pegada al reloj de una pantalla convulsiva...
Buscando salidas dentro del movimiento de una pestaña...
Ciega por los miedos que salen del bote del rincón...
Muda al usar palabras y estrepitosa al no decir nada...
Agobiada por mi misma...
Escuchando el ronquido de la oscuridad (o de uno de mis vecinos)...
Tabula Rasa con cada madrugada...
Asustada por ser Tabula Rasa al anochecer...
Llevada por una boya de pesimismo en un oceano de optimismo...
Conmovida al descubrir mi propia incapacidad de conmoverme...
Leyendo frases y entendiendo imágenes...
Tan abierta que la corriente de mis impresiones empuja todo hacia el fondo...
Sorprendida por la felicidad instantánea...
Resolviendo ecuaciones con una multitud de incógnitas sin poder comprobar el resultado...
Luchando contra enanos, sombras, certezas, sensaciones...
Sin hambre, sólo con mucha sed...
Vencida por el sueño pero en la imposibilidad de descansar...

Analogie intre sex si altruism

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1555132-1,00.html

Complicata treaba. N-am deloc chef sa scriu, iar aceasta idee ar merita un post kilometric si fara sens, dupa cum imi este stilul. In acelasi timp, de ieri, de cand am intalnit-o, nu-mi da pace, asa ca voi face un compromis, pentru a-mi putea continua linistita lectura: scurt si... doar scurt.

Articol despre motivele pentru a alege stiinta, religia sau pentru a le combina. Printre alte opinii, omul de stiinta Richard Dawkins prezinta urmatoarea analogie intre comportamentul sexual si comportamentul fata de ceilalti, in special dorinta de-a ne ajuta semenii.

Actul sexual are la baza necesitatea reproducerii. Acesta este scopul sau in lumea animala, incluzand oamenii. Insa societatea moderna a dat nastere la o multitudine de mijloace contraceptive, ignorand astfel originea si pastrand doar actul in sine, devenit in primul rand o sursa de placere. Nu mai constientizam faptul ca dorinta sexuala se datoreaza acelui instinct de conservare a speciei.

La fel se intampla si cu altruismul. In trecut, oamenii locuiau in comunitati restranse, ai caror membrii erau de obicei inruditi prin diferite legaturi. Bineinteles ca acei oameni se ajutau intre ei si se preocupau pentru bunastarea aproapelui. In acelasi timp, succesele celorlalti aduceau prosperitate intregii comunitati. In ziua de astazi traim in comunitati extinse, de la mici orasele pana la metropole. Suntem legati afectiv de un numar infim de persoane, dar pastram acea "gena" care ne determina sa oferim ajutorul celor cu care ne intersectam.

Ar veni cam asa: nu avem noi niste suflete atat de minunate pentru a-i ajuta si sprijini pe cei din jur. Suntem programati sa facem asta. Suntem niste robotei. Si iata cum s-a lamurit un alt mare mister... ha, ha, ha! Oricum, nu e cazul sa disperam; eu cred ca luptam aprig pentru a scapa de aceste influente "negative" si a ne lasa propria marca, a ne redefini identitatea. Sa aiba si urmasii ceva original de scris despre noi, nu doar comportamente preluate de la predecesorii nostri.

S-a dus si scurtimea!

Just Listen

Tonight we were invited to dinner over some of our friends' house. We had a great time in the begining, but the evening didn't end as well as we would've hoped. Somehow, the discussion about parents and children-in-law came up. Delicate issue, isn't it? To be honest, I'd never seen it that way... until I got married... I always thought that by making this step you'd gain a second family; it's true that that was not what I had seen at home, but this was one of the main reasons that made me feel hopeful, as awkward as it may sound. I usually seem to try to find hope in the least obvious "places".
Parents-in-law are very important to me; it is true that the two main pieces of the puzzle are represented by him and her, yet parents and their acceptance of the new family member play an important role in a couple's life. I don't agree with those who say that nothing else matters besides the love between two people, that no one else should interfere. As long as they know their limit, mothers and fathers have all the right, if not even the duty, to try and find out for themselves if the other person is what their own child needs, without forgetting to take their time to listen to their offspring. Parents are older, wiser, have more life experience and are the ones to know their son's or daughter's character best. We can be subjective at times, when "blinded by love"... by the way, I detest this expression! Although... unless we're talking about love at first sight (which I wouldn't exactly call "love", but what do I know?), you fall in love with someone for who they are... at first you analyze them, to say so, from a distance, balancing with a pretty objective eye their qualities and faults, and only after make the jump. Nevertheless, a second opinion might come in handy... and not from anyone, but from your parents; that is, again, depending on the kind of relationship you've built with them. They might see things that you don't, might ask you questions you hadn't thought of... I'm not saying it always helps or that you should always be running to them, but... sometimes there is a "but".
How awful would it be to later have to choose between your parents and your spouse? Why should such a choice even come up? These are supposed to be the 3 most important people in your life, and there's no comparing them. Well, when distance comes in between families and parents don't get a chance to know their son or daughter-in-law, conflicts may show up. Miles can represent a shelter, might make you think that their acceptance is not so important... I believe that's wrong. There are not many things that hurt more than being caught in the middle, and this could end up by ruining your marriage. Even though they are far away, there will be periods of time when parents and children, along with their better half (supposedly) will get together and it is vital that these moments be peaceful and maybe even reassuring.
Many more things I'd like to write, but I'll stop here... too long of a message; I'm only going to pinpoint the main idea: just listen... no need to take action, but at least listen, wherever you may be.

Sa rad putin de oalele sparte :P

Intrebare: "Ce parere aveti despre faptul ca, in urma limitarii accesului pe mai multe bulevarde principale ale Capitalei cu ocazia Sommet-ului Francofoniei, nu se mai poate ajunge cu masina in centru - inclusiv in Piata Rasdaq?"
Iata ce-au raspuns cativa reprezentanti ai "shou-biz"-ului mioritic:

Fizz (Bogdan Croitoru)
"Nu ma afecteaza pentru ca eu nu locuiesc in zona. Sunt niste masuri de securitate pe care din pacate trebuie sa le respectam. Deocamdata suntem prea mici sa putem face ceva".

Giulia (Ex-Candy)
"Pe mine nu ma afecteaza prea tare ca nu pot sa circul cu masina. Am masina mica, cunosc foarte multe scurtaturi, asa ca ma descurc eu cumva. Totusi e cam aiurea sa ne interzica sa circulam cu masina. Lumea este extrem de nemultumita, dar trebuie sa ne resemnam pentru ca autoritatile oricum fac tot ce vor".

Dinu Maxer:
"Daca nu tine de domeniul meu, nu ma intereseaza sa raspund la asemenea intrebari".

Andreea Banica
"Nu am timp sa dau declaratii despre circulatia blocata din cauza Sommet-ului Francofoniei. Sunati-l pe impresarul meu, ca va raspunde el".

Raluca (Bambi)
"Mi se pare normal sa nu se circule in Piata Rasdaq cu ocazia Sommet-ului Francofoniei, avand in vedere ca intram si noi in Uniunea Europeana. Si atat timp cand exista si in alte capitale, e OK, nu ma deranjaza."

Anne's
"E un pic cam aiurea. Dar tinand cont ca vin atatea oficialitati...Bine ca se termina repede. Cel mai rau va fi de cei care locuiesc in aceasta piata."

Bety (Etnic)
"Poate sa fie o problema cu traficul in aceasta perioada. Eu am fost prinsa in trafic cateva ore bune cu ocazia simularii. Cred ca cel mai rau vor fi afectate persoanele care locuiesc in Piata Rasdaq. Sper ca autoritatile sa faca fata situatiei."

P.S. De cele mai multe ori avem tendinta sa ascultam cu atentie doar inceputul intrebarii si sa ne axam pe cuvintele "cheie", in acest caz "limitarea accesului", "Sommet-ul Francofoniei" si "piata". In plus, daca pana intr-un anumit punct intrebarea contine informatii corecte, nu ne vom mai indoi de pertinenta ei si nu vom mai fi "pe faza", mai ales daca interlocutorul nostru nu este cunoscut pentru astfel de farse.

Ganduri... din nou

Te simti eliberat. Stii ce trece, stii ca a trecut... acum e bine. Libertate, cuvant magic... nu mai este nevoie de speranta, pentru ca deja s-a transformat in a avea, a putea, a sti, a exista. Sub alta forma... o forma pura, la care n-ai sperat, pe care nu credeai ca o meriti. Te intalnesti cu ieri si iti dai seama cat de minunat este astazi; te bucuri de acel astazi, il apreciezi, ajungi sa-l divinizezi, pentru ca te copleseste cu iubirea sa... iubesti si tu, cum n-ai mai crezut. Nu varsta, nu sunt cuvinte banale... e doar o viata, ceea ce ti se intampla, felul in care percepi. Astfel ajungi sa ierti, sa iesi din iluzii... sa sorbi cu nesat din fericire :). Te intrebi doar pentru a afla ca stiai... te incapatanai, dar stiai ce exista langa tine... tu insuti. Te uiti intr-o oglinda in care fiecare trasatura de-a ta iti pare mai frumoasa, mai pura, mai evoluata. Eliberare... fara colivii, fara ascunzisuri... cuvinte ce curg din izvorul sufletului... dar nu le poti scrie. Doar le simti.
Intrebarile primesc raspunsuri vagi, pe care doar tu ti le poti explica. Dezorientare aparenta... dar iti regasesti epicentrul si te afunzi... singur, cu el. Pentru ca el este parte din tine. Nu mai crezi, dar el apare si te inalta... si te cufunda. De el ai nevoie, nu de ceea ce ar fi fost... ceva creat de imaginatia ta. Nu faci eforturi sa-l vezi... te invaluie si ii dai voie sa te poarte... de aceea uiti uneori, dar el este acolo. Ingerasul tau mic :).
Tu esti, dragostea mea, infinit pentru o viata. Te privesc in ochii tai caprui si vad cum se imbina fiecare culoare a vietii. Dorinte... nu iluzii. Unde ai fost pana acum? Nu conteaza. Esti... :).

Don't Know

A few days ago I watched "Match Point". As people were talking about it, I thought it should be an interesting movie. Indeed, it was. It's been more than a week since I've seen it and I still keep thinking about it. It deals with so many aspects that usually bother me, that go against my principles, but I found myself unable to judge them this time. I don't know why. I actually think I understood them, and this scares me. No, I can't say that I agree with the "solution" he found... but let's not get to that just yet. First of all, I have to say that I don't agree with Woody Allen's point that everything depends on one's luck. Yeah, right, who am I to contradict Woody Allen? Well, I can do whatever I want here :). The main character doesn't get to where he finds himself in the end because of his luck. He has a plan... it's in the "little" things he does: he says he likes opera because he knows rich people usually feel the same way too, at least only because it's a trend. He reads Dostoevsky, without being able to understand a lot, so he resorts to the Penguin "Guide to Dostoevsky"... later on he will use the gathered information to impress his future father-in-law. He slips a word about how smart Tom's sister is... to show a moderate interest, of course. It's important to notice that he never uses words such as "beautiful" when talking about her... this is one of the means the director uses to make the difference between rationality and passion. He keeps offering to pay for things, trying to show that he isn't interested in succeeding by using other's wealth... of course, of course. And many other things...
I don't like movies in which the guy gives in to his lust and hurts the "good girl", the one who is less pretty. Lol! Nevertheless, I couldn't blame J. R. Meyers's character for feeling that way... I just didn't agree with the fact that he still went on and got married... and with the fact that he toyed with both women's emotions. I think I would've understood him better if he had already been married when the other one came along; this doesn't make much sense to me, either, but I don't know... It could've been Jonathan Rhys Meyers's eyes that convinced me... ha, ha, ha!
Getting back to the "luck" matter... indeed, Chris gets lucky in the end, when the wedding ring... but, but... I also find that Woody Allen contradicts himself here. In the begining, the character says that if the ball falls on your side of the court, you lose. The fact is, in the scene I mentioned, the "ball" (aka the wedding ring) falls on his side, but he wins because of that! Again, I don't know...
The ending... a bit too much? That's what I thought at first, but it was the only way to do it without using happy smiles or mawkish break-ups.
Why did I like this movie so much? Don't know. Oh, last thing: I would've never guessed Woody Allen was the director.

Honesty

I have the feeling this entry will not make much sense, but I just need to write the thoughts that cross my mind, without caring about logic or depth.
Weird - wired... no other two words could better describe the way I feel right now. This weekend's been very different from the other ones. I spent most of my time chatting with... friends. I can allow myself to use that word now... I almost wrote "I hope it's a good decision", but I'll just replace "hope" with "know". It makes me stronger, I suppose. Omg, this entry doesn't make any sense! Micul meu was amazing, I would've kicked myself out a long time ago. He's just micul meu, I don't even know what words to use... guess there's no need for words anymore :). These "details" show me how much he... How about me? Do I show it enough? I hope he feels it... maybe that's my mistake, I always assume that people know. Why would they? How could they? OK, micul knows me, he senses, but others? Weird - wired... it makes no sense... and yet... I'm mad... I'm happy... no, I'm ok... I don't know, right now. Stupid... what am I writing about? This blog was a good idea... my thoughts. I've never written like this... why do I keep thinking about the way I write? Is form so important? He, he! Am I worried about the simplicity of my thoughts? Why should I even answer? So many questions... I don't have a lot of answers. I'm listening to these two songs... they've become part of me... I need them for a while, they help me breathe... and make me sad at the same time. I feel so close... and yet afraid. Why? I hate this question. I'm writing in English... strange, I was sure I would use Romanian to express my thoughts... that's good, that's good. I really enjoy writing like this. I'm being very honest and I feel at ease. I feel guilty... I don't want to be mean... I don't know how to react... I can't lie, but how I love hiding! I just assume that people know... stupid, again. Ha! I really enjoy using this word, don't I? :( Well... I don't know how to write it... heck, I don't know how to think it... not good, not good... and now... I said I would write everything that crosses my mind... so I don't want to let it in? Hellooo... My mind is a blur... I'm looking for doors to escape... stay focused... it's your blog, it's your right, it's you... yeah, it's me, and I'm crazy :))))!!! He, he, I miss my funny faces... I could surely use them. Shakespeare... I'm going, I'm going... should I post this? Mumbling... so? If I read this tomorrow, I'll have no idea what it means... funny! Ok, come on... I feel great... why is it such a big deal? So pathetic... hey, it's me! Going out next weekend... for sure. I missed this feeling... secure... no secrets... even though nothing needs to be said. I hope it's true... University, life... nothing helped. Support... reminds me of NY... I missed this. There's two dialogues... indeed. Special, no doubt. But there's one... ha, ha, I'm saying to myself that I should capitalize that "one"! Nope. I don't want to. That's enough, I know it :). Thank you! Without knowing, I missed it. I am richer now... hope I can do the same. There's a kite! No, there really is a kite! Don't like big words... maybe this makes sense, even if it doesn't look like it.
My thoughts... honestly.