One of the most insulting compliments I got, de la Julia care ma suna din Barcelona (in mod absolut exceptional, nu am vorbit decat o jumatate de ora! in atata timp Julia n-apuca nici macar sa-mi zica ce a facut in ziua respectiva... dar asta e, a trebuit sa ne multumim cu atat :))

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cica ea:

although your movements are so incredibly slow, your brain makes the fastest connections!

eu ma gandeam... sa ma bucur sau sa ma supar?!

sigur ca m-am bucurat dupa ce mi-a trecut supararea :)

keb: cand aveam probleme mai demult[cand ma simteam "de cacat", ca sa citez f.o.(=fratele omului)] ma apucam sa scriu ceva prostioara
keb: mai nou ma apuc sa imi slefuiesc scaunul si sa ii fac pernita de catifea rosie, insir margele pe o bucata de lana, cos lenjerie rupta de luni de zile sau chiar imi imperechez ciorapii (un obicei la fel de rar ca si cusutul)
keb: pe urma ma simt mai bine
keb: si ma intreb de ce nu as face asta toata viata, sa insir margele, sa cos pernute
keb: ieri mi-am dorit f tare o masina de cusut
keb: [ca sa cos o banda de matase maro pe pantalonii de catifea neagra care mi s-au rupt cand am picat cu bicicleta (in ultimul timp pic foarte des cu bicicleta)]
keb: dar in ultimul timp imi doresc cam orice pt ca nu imi pot permite cam nimic
keb: e pt ca nu mai am nici o alegere (traducere directa din have no choice, in romana cred ca ar fi fost: pt ca nu mai am posibilitatea sa aleg)
keb: cand aveam de ales am ales sa mi se intample asta

My first youtubla:



Telefon in strainatate, un film de Hanno Hofer din 1997

Postmodern means postmodest.

(oare de unde era asta?!..)

Vara trecuta ingrijitorul de la baia publica din gara din Sibiu (baie e poate prea frumos spus... era o forma de temporara de dezastru comunist in timpul unor renovari capitale) mi-a facut una dintre cele mai frumoase urari care mi s-au facut pana acum, doar pt ca m-am oprit un pic in subsolul ala sa vorbesc cu el:
"Domnisoara, sa ai viata!"

Nu suntem nici pe departe atat de interesanti pe cat ne simtim cand ne urcam intr-un avion.
[imi aminteste de citatul scris de cineva in carnetelul meu mai vechi... "you're not a beautiful and unique snowflake....you're the same decaying organic matter as everything else." Tyler Durden?...]

De altfel chestia asta e, desigur, falsa.

Kill your darlings...


"It was author William Faulkner who said it first, and a whole lot of teachers of creative writing, film making, journalism and other kinds of storytelling have been repeating it ever since: Kill your darlings.

This does not mean that you should take a chainsaw to your loved ones, it means that you, in your writing, should cut to the chase and have the courage to get rid of the elements that you love so much yourself, but that don't really add anything to the whole - or, even worse, actually weaken it. Typical "darlings" would be clever turns of phrase, insignificant trivia, funny anecdotes that don't really relate to the question at hand etcetera.

Samuel Johnson has a similar advice, that he allegedly picked up from a tutor: "Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.""

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So I met this Scottish guy the other day in a pub, he was the loud funny sexy accent type of fuy, and he was in the army. I asked what he wanted to do when he gets out of there. He said: I wanna be an underwater welder.

....underwater welder.... hell yeah!