Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Family Feud - worth a try










Family Feud 2



Pass, play, steal and strike with over 2,000 surveys and 10,000 answers.




Better yet, try the full version! Here's a torrent link:

http://btjunkie.org/torrent/Bigfish-Games-Family-Feud-3-Dream-Home/377857487a130b221b46a814ccee6655e86bd200471a

Enjoy !

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

Don Omar ft. Lucenzo - Dansa Kuduro

Ca sa ma revansez pentru postul trecut, care e cam gay...
Nu va faceti probleme, nu vreau sa fac vreun statement sau ceva de genul, postul asta e din categoria baxurilor de sanatate pe care vi le trimit ca sa se mai descreteasca fruntile ! Baieti si fete, bucurati-va!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Top 5 music and dance movie scenes

#5: Don Juan de Marco - The ending



The emotion of love witnessed from outside. Don Octavio del Flores seals the story of Don Juan with the verdict we all hope for: he exists, he is real, his women are real, his story is real, LOVE itself is real. So what if we don't believe it? I guess it's our choice. Marlon Brando and Faye Dunaway dancing on Paradise Island: here's an image worth holding on to...


#4: Scent of a Woman - The tango scene



I guess the lesson is simple: blind as he is, Colonel Frank Slade can dance a mean tango. Blind as he is, Colonel Frank Slade has more life left in him than most. Apart from the obvious staging of the scene (it's a movie after all), we have on our hands a display of sheer manliness and class. Chris O'Donnell couldn't top that in 100 years! Pacino rules (ass)!

#3: The Lost City - Andy Garcia's confession at the end


Cuba linda

Calle Heredia | Myspace Video


Tears in my eyes whenever I see this scene. What can I say, yo soy un hombre sincero. Political struggle, exile, changes in life: this movie has it all. Superb metaphors in Andy Garcia's monologue illustrate the lyricism of the Cuban soul. Oh, geez, I'm getting emotional here ! No worries: like the words in the scene, this post will be coal before becoming light. Bare with me !

#2: Lepa Sela Lepo Gore - Veljo dances



One of the biggest displays of bad-assery in cinema. The Muslims above have done some horrible things, but desecrating the song on which Veljo lost his virginity, that shit is too much for him ! So he dances his way towards the exit of the tunnel, where bigger guns than his await. Shooting and dancing, he quickly earns the title of the most romantic bad-ass!

#1: Zorba the Greek - The Sirtaki scene at the end



Classic scene, the epitome of the Balkanic soul: when everything turns to dust, we must dance.

So, in conclusion, in the words of Anthony Quinn (Zorba the Greek), I have so much to tell you. But it would be best told on a beach somewhere in Greece, after a Sirtaki and so much Ouzo we would lose our reason. Sounds good ? You bet it is ! Yassou!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Top 5 cuvinte cu care desemnam pozitivul




La rugamintea Roxanei, voi scrie despre cuvinte prin care exprimam ceva pozitiv. Nu de alta da' sincer e mare nevoie. Prin marea de "ciuri-burism" care se revarsa in valuri aparent nesfarsite, exista anumite expresii care pur si simplu ne fac sa ne simtim (mai) bine.

Voi incepe prin a prezenta o lista de false cuvinte pozitive, cuvinte care folosite nu au (cel putin in cazul meu) insemnatatea descrisa.

BINE: epitomul double-speak-ului cotidian in lumea moderna. "Ce faci? Bine". Adica nu prea am ce sa spun. Adica e standard. Ca o electrocardiograma cand pacientul a decedat. Emotiile in cazul lui "bine" sunt in general spre zero, pentru ca e un cuvant care a intrat in reflex. Expertii in reflexologie au un obiect de studiu. Cum e asta pentru un studiu de caz: "Salut, ce faci? Bine. M-au dat afara" ? Chew on that.

OK: un fel de varianta americana (autohtonizata deja) a lui "bine". "Cum e? E ok". Ok (ha!), poate sunt subiectiv, mi s-a intamplat sa mi se spuna o data ca sunt un baiat "ok". Uau! Ce tare sunt! Sunt ok ! YEEEES ! Cat imi doream ! Adica ma incadrez. Corespund. Super. Pe o scara a pozitivitatii (oare asa s-o zice?), "ok" e cel mai jos in opinia mea; clasamentul merge asa: locul 3-ok, locul 2-bine, locul 1-super ok.

SUPER: desi il folosesc, nu cred ca ar trebui. In primul rand pentru ca mi se pare un cuvant folosit in clasa a 3-a, in al doilea rand pentru ca nu exprima, pana la urma, decat ceva mai mare sau in grad mai mare. Super-ok, supertare (si cu aceast cuvant am o mica rafuiala, da' inca intra pe lista de "acceptate"), super, mega, hiper, ultra.......Intelegi unde bat? Bine.

Acum, momentul asteptat cu sufletul la gura: top 5 cuvinte cu care desemnam pozitivul! Multimea e in delir.

Locul 5: SUPERCOCO

Desi contine particula "super", castiga locul 5 pentru ca este o inventie personala. Am auzit pe cineva zicand despre nu stiu ce ca e "coco" (ceva gen "Coco asa, bai baiatule") asa ca daca ceva e "coco", de ce nu poate fi si "supercoco" ? Adica mai mult decat "coco". "Coco" (imi si place sa il pronunt - "coco") reprezinta un mod usor interlop de a desemna ceva bun. Interlop pentru ca am auzit de un hot de masini, sau ceva de genu', numit Coco Paun si acest gagiu este unul din fostii Biancai Dragusanu. Coco, nu? Am citit informatia undeva in Catavencu, atras fiind de o poza din tineretile - aparent zbuciumate - ale divei, in care isi etala (doar) o parte din nurii pentru care cu totii o iubim. Cum, nu o iubim? Cum, nu ne intereseaza? Cum, nu stim cine e Bianca Dragusanu? Hai ca aproape m-ai dus cu zaharelu', gagica asta e mai celebra ca Adrian Copilul Minune. Si sa nu uitam ca respectivul cuvant inseamna si "dolari" - neaparat la plural. "Da si tu 3000 de coco si ne intelegem". Supercoco, nu-i asa?

Locul 4: SMECHER

Nici cuvantul asta nu desemneaza exact ce inseamna. Bine, daca pornim de la origine, si anume nemtescul "Schmecker", adica degustator (nu dezgustator), adica ala care trebuia sa manance in locul unuia mai smecher (!) ca sa nu se otraveasca ala, chiar ca s-a deplasat mult. In copilaria mea, un smecher era cineva nu tocmai acceptat social, un baiat de cartier, daca vrei, un descurcaret, un trecator prin viata ca rata prin apa, un fel de Stanica Ratiu, etc. Dar, a venit liceul, si dupa ce am auzit pe cineva laudand geaca altcuiva cu apelativul "smechera" (adica geaca), am laudat si eu asa tot ce mi s-a parut ca lumea. Sa exemplificam. "Am fost la un spectacol foarte smecher si a fost un cantaret ca lumea, sonorizarea a fost smechera si dansatorii ok". De remarcat ca nu se foloseste "smecher" pentru persoane, decat atunci cand chiar nu mai poti de emotie si le descrii ca fiind cele mai cele: "e un tip foarte smecher". Gen. Mare grija la folosire. Nu uitati, a se folosi in special pentru obiecte neinsufletite. Pentru ca "smecher" a devenit din substantiv adjectiv si pentru ca imi place sa ciuntesc limba romana punand un substantiv ca sa descriu un altul. Locul 4 pentru folosire extensiva.

Locul 3: BELEA

"E belea!". Deci sa mor de nu a devenit si romana un super-double-speak (a se remarca folosirea lui "super"). Cum sa exprimi ceva pozitiv printr-un cuvant care pana una alta nu si-a pierdut inca sensul, anume acela de necaz? Ok, poate nu prea se mai foloseste cuvantul "belea" pentru a desemna un bucluc in care intri (se foloseste mai degraba "am dat de cacat" - adica ori am facut un cunilingus sau m-am intalnit cu niste mafioti si in ambele cazuri am facut o miscare gresita...RAZI!), dar pe bune ca pentru mine inca are iz de problema. In schimb, ce este bun poate fi descris ca "belea". Insa numai anumite chestii. Inca nu am reusit sa imi dau seama care. De exemplu, cineva poate avea o masina "belea", se poate chiar simti "belea" insa nu poate avea o zi "belea". Nu stiu, intrebati la cel mai apropiat ghiseu de informatii. Insa per total cred ca merge pentru orice daca intr-o propozitie descrii despre ce vorbesti si in alta spui ca e "belea". Va place postul meu pana acum? Nu ca e "belea"?

Locul 2: SPECTACULOS

Locul 2 pentru realism si pentru stimularea capacitatii imaginative. Cand spui despre ceva ca e spectaculos, apai chiar e. E un cuvant care arata exact starea de fapt a societatii noastre globale: dependenta de spectacol, nevoia de ceva flashy in cotidianul nu atat de flashy. Ce e excelent (din pacate asta nu intra in top, e prea comun, parerea mea) e ca te poate duce cu gandul la ce vrei tu: "Cum a fost la concert? Spectaculos!". De asemenea, poti mari suspansul si misterul prin folosirea cuvantului, ceva gen "am avut castiguri spectaculoase". Traiasca show-ul !

MARELE CASTIGATOR: (atentie, urmeaza continut interzis minorilor)
PIZDOS

Exact, mai sus scrie PIZDOS. Am avut inspiratie de la Teo din Deko, cel care concluzioneaza cu un procent devastator de adevar ca tot ce e rau e "ca pula" si tot ce e bun e "pizdos". Ca sa citez, "femeile ne-au facut la un nivel de PR". Pe linia asta de argumentare, atrag atentia asupra unui fapt: hai sa fim seriosi, femeile sunt de fapt vedetele mediului nostru pop-cultural. Nu vampirii, nu zombie-ii, desi sunt si ei concurenti seriosi. Femeile. Ceea ce e foarte tare pana la urma. Practic, daca e sa subliniem liniile generale ale mesajelor adresate populatiei masculine, desemnam ceea ce e bun prin cuvantul "pizdos", care se refera la cel mai frumos lucru din lume. Sa ma contrazica cineva. Imi pare rau, eu nu consider florile sau masinile mai frumoase. Poate doar sanii. Ai femeilor, bineinteles. Ma bucur ca am terminat pe un ton pozitiv, am amintit chiar doua din lucrurile cele mai frumoase de pe lume. Pentru ca lumea are nevoie de ceva pozitiv, fiecare sa isi aleaga din cele scrise aici ce ii place cel mai mult. Fie ca cel mai pizdos sa castige!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Top 5 cuvinte cu care desemnam negativul

Toti avem anumite cuvinte pe care le folosim sa desemnam o categorie de oameni care ni se pare demna de dispret. De la clasicul "bou" pana la mai modernele sintagme ale lui Mircea Badea, fiecare are propriile cuvinte prin care manifesta oprobiul fata de altii. Aici voi prezenta un mic top 5 ale unor astfel de cuvinte la a caror folosinta am fost martor.

Locul 5: PARLIT

Este un cuvant relativ banal, folosit de multe ori pentru a arata ca cineva nu este de un nivel economic tocmai ridicat. Insa Cosmin m-a asigurat ca nu despre asta e vorba. Si il cred. Astfel ca "PARLIT" capata o noua valenta, anume cea de neavenit intelectual si social. O evolutie onorabila pentru un cuvant altminteri vechiut si comun.

Locul 4: PULETE

Folosit de Teo din Deko, intr-unul din clipurile pe care le-am vazut pe YouTube. Se refera la un baiat tanar, convins ca are, anatomic, marimea necesara pentru a satisface femeile. De asemenea, pretinde ca este mai barbat decat este. Devine astfel un cuvant perfect pentru a desemna pe cineva fara experienta, mai ales cand vrei sa faci misto de el pe o tema sexuala. Sau politica...

Locul 3: CIUMPALAC

Folosit de Mircea Badea si de mine. De fapt faptul ca este folosit de mine a ajutat CIUMPALAC sa prinda locul 3 in top, altfel nu stiu, zau... La auzul acestui cuvant ma gandesc la un gagiu orientat catre valorile vietii rurale, imbracat in bluza si pantaloni de trening, cu adidasi de fotbal sau pantofi albi ciocati, cu o freza de un tip oarecare, neaparat venind de la o activitate gen antrenament la fotbal sau la judo, invatat si obisnuit sa treaca prin viata cu un dram de agresivitate si o atitudine de mijlocul clasamentului, ca sa zic asa. Relaxarea fata de valorile morale il caracterizeaza pe deplin pe acest CIUMPALAC. De asta foloseste CIUMPALACUL de Mircea Badea termenul pentru politicienii romani. Si pe buna dreptate.

Locul 2: Jeffrey-Franks-si-fratii-sai

Varul meu Samargiu l-a inventat. Am observat ca trebuie folosit intr-un cuvant, ca un intreg, ceva gen Jumatate-de-om-calare-pe-jumatate-de-iepure-schiop. Var-miu, corporatist, e un tip destept si bine informat, deci nu putea sa ii scape recenta vizita a lui Jeffrey Franks in Romania. Prin acest conglomerat de cuvinte, varul meu desemneaza pe oricine se crede mai smecher decat e de fapt. Daca stau sa ma gandesc, acest panseu fancy-shmansy ar fi cam greu de strigat pe strada, deci aici ia cateva puncte in minus. Puncteaza in schimb la capitolul creativitate.

Locul 1: CIURI-BURI (scris si CHURRY-BURRY)

Este intregul merit al lui Adi, caruia ii adresez omagiile mele pentru inventarea acestei expresii. Este si meritul meu k am creat o adevarata psihoza in jurul acesteia, folosind-o de cate ori am ocazia. Discutam despre bani mai tarziu. Inca nu stiu ce inseamna, dar e funny. Adi reuseste sa desemneze tot ce e rau in lume folosind aceasta sintagma care provoaca rasul, nicidecum indignare. Deci puncte pentru el la descretit fruntile. Concluzie: daca te enerveaza Boc, zi-i k e un mare CIURI-BURI (eventual scrie asta pe blog la Badea, poate reusim ceva la scara mai mare)!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Si Tavi vrea un scor mai mare la final



[Vlad Dobrescu]
pentru cine m-a acuzat c-as fi uitat de unde-am plecat,
ma faci sa rad, niciodata n-ai stiut de unde-am inceput,
nu m-am schimbat, am locuri noi de vizitat,
conturi vechi de lichidat, si-o spun stiind ca viata e un joc riscant,
dar vlad vrea un scor mai mare la final,
caci e-o cursa nu o plimbare, calc in picioare rivali
ne vedem la intrarea in iad, voi fi cel ce pare bogat,
probabil drogat din noaptea de dinainte de-a fi decedat,
dar deocamdata o sa-mi urmez destinul
caci ce era sigur e, azi e probabil, maine poate fi nul,
doar vocile raman, sfidand timul, deci imi tin numa' prieteni apropiati
rimand pe ritmuri si schimband stiluri.

[Deliric]
cateodata as vrea sa zic ca n-am nici un stres,da' e exact invers,
nu te-nvata nimeni sa treci peste,inveti din mers,
dar des te-mpiedici, d-aia-s dezinteresat de predici,
sunt dezinteresat de ce zici, timpul se scurge trebuie sa te decizi,
societatea e menita sa transforme indivizi in androizi,tu spre ce tinzi
cand e vorba de bani de ce te-ntinzi? cand e vorba de prieteni ce le pretinzi?
des ai pretentii sa primesti atunci cand nu dai
de ce promiti sa oferi atunci cand nu ai?
de ce alegi sa te-ntreci daca uiti de ce alergi
si ajungi sa te-alegi cu mai putin decat pleci?
DE ce?

ref x 2
[Yolo]
natiunii mele ii trebuie timp ca sa realizeze
care cum si pe ce sa mizeze
opriti vrajeala si violenta,
noi luptam pana-si va recapata potenta.
noi luptam.
Versuri CTC feat Nwanda & Yolo - Orice
de pe http://www.versuri.ro

[Nwanda]
vad cum oricine e dispus sa face orice
intr-o lume condusa de valori materiale
nimic nu e ceea ce pare la orice intrebare
sunt zeci de raspunsuri,trebuie vazut fiecare,
prea des vazut ca o amenintare.ma deranjeaza.
socieatea cu buna stiinta ma limiteaza,
prea putini mai viseaza, caci prea putin mai conteaza,
iar cand toti voteaza viitorul ma-ngrijoareaza,
dar in loc sa ma las orbit de furie,
ma concentrez spre ceva constructiv,vreau ceva pozitiv
drumul evolutiei e crud si uneori scurt,
n-am timp de pierdut imi valorific fiecare minut
si n-ai sa vezi ca ma plang, n-ai sa vezi ca m-ascund,
sunt pur si simlu ceea ce sunt, un om pe pamant,
pornesc la drum razand si obsedat de-un gand,
vesnic luptand,n-ai sa ma vezi abandonand.

[L Doc]
pentru ce-am facut n-am regrete,
chiar dac-am tacut n-am secrete,
am pierdut, m-am refacut urmand percepte,
n-avea rost singur, n-ar fi fost sigur,
de-atata timp nici un schimb, cu-aceiasi oameni des fac plicuri
ce percepe omul din mine, descrie artistul,
ce-mi scrie pixul e-o comoara ascunsa beat-ul e ???,
azi vreau sa simt ca ce simt se simte,
vreau sa-l prind pe cel ce dezminte ca des minte,
luati-mi vorbele drept sfinte
beat-ul asta sa va poarte dupa moarte,
am aproape doar patru tobe sparte,
lumea a deschis o carte, noi ne-am desprins o parte,
si-am descris in scris, s-apoi am zis sunt arte

refx2

we got to fïght

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Sibutramina pentru suflet



English version below!!!

Mutu a luat sibutramina. Asa, si?
Stai asa, ca sibutramina provoaca reactii adverse, e un medicament interzis de UE, poate sa dea risc mare de atac de cord, mascheaza alte substantte dopante ! BU-fucking-HU ! Cata cerneala de ziar si pixeli de imagine se pot consuma pentru smecheria ca Mutu s-a dopat cu asa ceva ? Si, by the way, cat rahat maro si aromat se poate manca tot pe tema asta ?

Ok, e grav, s-a dopat, e obsedat de greutate si vrea sa slabeasca, isi poate mari rezistenta la efort, BLABLABLABLABLA si iarasi BLA ! Trecand peste bullshitul oficial, peste campaniile media, peste intoxicarile si manipularile si BLABLA-urile aferente cu cine i-a dat medicamentul, de ce, cum si pentru ce, hai sa ne uitam mai in profunzime la faza asta.

1) Oricat s-ar chinui baiatul asta, nu va reusi sa scape de eticheta de drogat. Nici mie nu imi place sa il stiu asa, dar asta e. Cel mai probabil Mutu nu a renuntat nici o secunda la prietenele lui, Coca si Ina, care o concureaza cu succes in patul conjugal pe Consuelo. Oricum se stie ca daca esti etichetat in vreun fel, asa ramai pentru o vreme indelungata.

2) Mutu e cam prost (partea 1): pretene, daca bagam eu la buzunar milioanele lui de euro pe sezon doar ca sa dau piciorul intr-o besica rotunda de piele/cauciuc/compozite, pai fratzica, intrebam doctorul si daca am voie sa respir aerul de pe Olimpico, de exemplu, ca poate aia fumeaza in tribune si poate mi-o iau la testul anti-doping.

3) Mutu e cam prost (partea a 2-a): a fost prins consumand cocaina/sibutramina/droguri cam de 3 ori. Poate o data ai avut ghinion, poate a 2-a oara ai fost influentat, dar deja la a 3-a esti prost. Oricum Marc Bosnich, colegul de la Chelsea prins cu droguri alaturi de Mutu o spune mai bine: "toti folosesc droguri, numai noi am fost prosti si ne-am lasat prinsi". Plus k am inteles ca Mutu e cam guritza-sparta (fara legatura cu prietenul Contra) si cam face caz de consumul lui...

4) Mutu este doar exemplul martirului sacrificat pe altarul razboiului anti-doping. Problema este ca farmaceuticele vor avea mereu cautare in lumea sportului. Toti sportivii folosesc anabolizante, de acord ? Altfel cum se explica doborarile inuman de brutale ale recordului la 100 de metri plat in ultimele luni de catre Usain Bolt ? Si oare chiar am vrea sa il vedem pe jamaican alergand suta in 10-11 secunde (fara dopaj) cand am avut, de exemplu, colegi de liceu care alergau suta cu 12-13 secunde?

5) Dopajul, dupa parerea mea, este irelevant in fotbal. Pe dimensiunea efortului fizic este intr-adevar ceva grav, daca medicamentul te ajuta sa alergi mai mult, mai repede si sa nu obosesti. Pe de alta parte, anumitor sportivi poti sa le dai toate drogurile dopante din lume. Banel alearga tot meciul, si ce rezolva saracul ? Si exemplul meu preferat: Inzaghi ! Inzaghi ar putea sa ia toate substantele anabolizante din lume ca tot prost e ! Nici un drog nu te poate ajuta sa dai ca lumea in minge. In cazul lui Inzaghi, mingea vine de pe una din lateralele terenului, sare din gazon, se loveste de glezna lui (unde de fapt trebuia sa fie latul piciorului), se loveste de bara, ricoseaza din portar, il loveste pe Inzaghi in fund (la fel de bine s-ar putea sa fie in spate sau in sold) si intra in poarta: GOOOOOL ! Chiar daca Inzaghi ar puti de la o posta a doping, chiar nu merita controlat, pe bune !

Sibutramina lui Mutu este de fapt sibutramina sufletelor noastre. Cati sunt oare cei atinsi de drama lui Mutu, nedorind sa il vada incheindu-si cariera mai devreme ? Si, mai ales, cati ar fi afectati de absenta anabolizantelor din sport, absenta care ar provoca scaderea performantelor sportive pe care sunt obisnuiti sa le aplaude si sa le proslaveasca cel putin o data pe weekend ?

English translation:

Mutu took sibutramine. So?
Wait, that sibutramine causes adverse reactions, it is a drug banned by the EU,it can give a high risk of heart attack, it can mask other doping substances! BU-fucking-hoo! How much newspaper ink and pixels of image can be consumed by this flick that Mutu took some drug? And, by the way, how much brown flavored shit can some people eat relating to this story ?

Okay, it's serious, he used the drug, he is obsessed with weight and wants to lose it, the drug can increase resistance to effort, and BLABLABLABLABLA BLA! Going away from the official mumbo-jumbo, media campaigns, over-intoxication and manipulation and all the crap related to who gave him the medicine, why, how and for what, let's take a deeper look at this situation.

1) No matter how much he will try, this guy Mutu will never escape the label of a drug addict. I don't like to know him that way either, but that's the situation. Most probably Mutu never gave up on his friends, Coca and Ina (Coca Ina - cocaina - cocaine), who are successfully giving Consuelo a run for her money in bed. However it is known that if you are tagged in any way, you will have that tag for a long time.

2) Mutu's pretty stupid (Part 1): my friends, if I would pocket the millions of euros per season Mutu gets, just to kick a ball made of leather / rubber / composite materials around, by God, I would ask the doctor even if he would allow me to breathe the air on the Olimpico stadium, for example, coz maybe those guys are smoking in the stands and I may fail my drug test !

3) Mutu's pretty stupid (Part 2): he was caught consuming cocaine / sibutramine / drugs about 3 times. Maybe one time there was bad luck, may the 2nd time he was influenced, but the 3rd time is raw stupidity. However Mark Bosnich, the Chelsea teammate caught taking drugs along with Mutu says: "All sportsmen use drugs, but we were the only ones stupid enough to get caught!". Plus, I understand that Mutu is kind of a brag relating to his drug consumption habits...

4) Mutu is just an example of a martyr sacrificed on the altar of the anti-doping war. The problem is that pharmaceuticals will always be in high demand in the world of sport. All athletes use anabolics, agreed? How else could one explain the brutal and inhuman knockdowns of the record for the 100 meters flat athletics event in recent months by Usain Bolt? And would one really want to see the Jamaican running 100 meters in 10-11 seconds (without doping) when I had, for example, fellow high school mates running the same distance in 12-13 seconds?

5) Doping in football is irrelevant, in my opinion. Yes, when it comes to increasing the rate of one's physical effort it is a really serious thing if the drug can help you run more quickly and not get tired. On the other hand, some athletes can be given all the drugs in the world. Banel can run over the entire duration of a match, and what does he achieve, the poor guy? And my favorite example: Inzaghi!
Inzaghi could take all the anabolic substances in the world and would still be the crappiest football player! No drug can help you kick the ball right. If the pass for Inzaghi comes from one side of the pitch, it would jump from the grass, it would be hit by his ankle (even though he intended to kick it with his toe), it would strike the bar, bounce from the goalkeeper, hit Inzaghi in the bottom (might as well be his back or hip) and enter the net: GOOOOOAAAAL! Even if Inzaghi would smell from a mile away like he is taking drugs, it's just not worth it to test him, really !

Mutu's sibutramine is actually the sibutramine of our souls. How many people are actually touched by Mutu's tragedy, people who do not want to see him ending his career early? And, above all, how many would be affected by the absence of performance-enhancing drugs in sports, the absence of which would cause the decrease of sporting performances we are accustomed to applaud and glorify at least once a weekend?

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Balkanico



It's a distinct lifestyle. It's an ideology. It's a Molotov cocktail of excesses. It's romantic rationality, it's reasonable romanticism, interchangeable and intermingling.

It's when rules are not respected, not internalized, not legitimized. It's when you buy a 10,000 euro car, but you drive it on a road with huge potholes. It's when you go to university and still talk like a cab driver. It's when you are a liberal intellectual yet pursue backward interests.It's when you fight for the sake of fighting. It's when women who are strong and independent look for the freedom to date rich men. It's when intelligent men care for trophy-women.

But it's also when you find similar meanings in languages beyond borders you thought were so different from one another. It's when you imagine the worst yet you experience the best. It's when you expect to find the Wild East, yet you find the West. It's when you stress difference and you find similarity. It's when you enforce globalization and you find nationality and ethnicity. It's when you think everything is bad and good pops up from somewhere.

It appears strange to the Westerners and the Easterners alike. It's not about location, time, ideas, it is about a state of things, a powerful characteristic. It's about uniformity in plurality and plurality in uniformity. It is the place where a new "middle ground" is born. It is about a new pure race. It is something by itself. For me, this it's simply...Balkanico.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Fall 2005






Some people sing about the summer of 1968 or the generation 74-75. The Fall of 2005 was my 74-75 moment, and the summer of 2006 my summer of love (friends know why ;) ). I will not go into detail about the summer of 2006, you just have to know i was 20 and in love, one of the best contexts in which anyone could be.
But I would now like to talk about the fall of 2005.
It was the beginning of October...I was in a hall full of students, my colleagues in the FSPUB program. I only knew the guy sitting next to me on my right, Mihnea, a colleague from high-school. Outside it was starting to look like autumn and I was trying to look as smart as possible considering I was in college now. All the pre-fabricated images about Romanian college life (harsh conditions, stuck-up student nerds and tyrannical professors) were slowly fading away...
The crowd around me was very colourful. Distinctively "cool" people were hanging out around smart-looking techy guys with laptops in front of them, indy-dressed girls could be seen next to introverts, lonely fellows were waiting for the teacher and long-time friendships were resumed as people who used to live in the same city or learn in the same high school were reunited...A lot of noise, novelty, youth, sun, beauty, a feeling of a new stage in our lives and a positive emotion of the unknown were battling for supremacy in the souls of our generation.
As Prof. Avramescu got in, I was chewing gum in my seat in the middle of the hall. The prof started talking, listing the requirements the faculty had. After stopping for a minute to scold me for chewing gum (like! how embarassing!), he also listed our priorities and advantages. All things aside, I was glad to have him as our almost parental guide in what concerned classes, faculty policies, study potential...
During break, we all flocked in the yard. The sun was shining and 18-to-20-year-old voices filled the air. While I was drinking coke on a bench with some people from Transylvania, others were exchanging cigarettes or opening up bags of chips. Smiles were all over as class distinctions, high-school rivalries or simple obnoxiousness were slowly fading away. This was it ! We were like the Americans and the Indians on Thanksgiving: all different, all the same, all sharing, all willing to open our minds (and cigarette packs!) for something new.
Freshly out of high-school, in which the relation with the opposite sex was an affair of "coolness" and economic status and was filled with stupid American-fueled prejudice, I found myself in a world where girls were friendlier and more relaxed. If you wanted to talk to a girl, you would just go over to her and ask where she was from. If she was from Brasov or something you would ask her what's cool to see there, if she was from Bucharest, you would ask what high-school she went to and if she knew I-don't-know-who friend of yours. It was simple and friendly...
We soon started classes and started reading. Also we formed our own !Yahoo group and questions soon started popping, as well as ridiculous fights and idealistic rants on all sorts of topics. It seemed we were taking our political science students label seriously: whether staunch liberals or revolutionary leftists, we were all passionately abusing our freedom of speech and loving it all the way. Breaks were occasions to display our numerous theories about life, love, pop-culture or simply discussing that day's reading. Those discussions would go on in bars and pubs after (sometimes even during) classes; sometimes we even got passionately involved in political debates in a club with music banging in our years !
Oh yes, clubs ! Back then it was like a mandatory pastime. If you wanted to go to a club that night you would simply shout loudly during a break and instantly you would get adherents...This system of direct democracy (well, basically just shouting during breaks and writing on the group) used to bring us together much more often than it does nowadays. Pubs, clubs, fast-food places, conferences, parks: we would take all these places by storm and put our distinctive imprint on that place for the evening or afternoon. We were a colourful group, loud, idealistic, high ideas mixing with high-school minded die-hardism. For all it mattered, we were friends.
I found some really good friends that fall . Most of them are still my friends today. And hope we'll stay friends for the years to come. I took my one true friend from high-school (pretene, te stii cine esti!) and entered this new world of youth mistique.
We used to learn, credits and marks really mattered. Back then the important guys were Pierre Manent, Sartori, Machiavelli or Max Weber. The founding fathers. The seminal readings. The gurus. Even the teachers were labeled that way. We were all impressed about Mr.Avramescu's clarity, Mr.Barbu's inspirational insight, Mr.Rizescu's accent (Oh yeah! You know what I'm talking about!). Even though pieces of paper were flying during class at each other and practical jokes like stealing clothes or pens were at the order of the day, nevertheless classes meant something. With attendances around 75%, going to school was actually cool. Not only would you see your prank buddies, but you could actually learn something. And have a drink afterwards.
Soon the first love stories started to emerge. Happy stories, sad stories...
And then the junior prom. For those who don't know, the picture from above is taken at that prom. It was sheer fun, almost like in American movies. And I took part in the Prom King contest, and won third place (out of 6 contestants, not out of 2!!!) ! Yeey ! Me, 3rd place in something like this ! What ?!? I was good-looking back then and was even playing some sports, okay!?! Those were the days !

However, soon, all these started fading away. Gossip was eating through our freedom of association and soon there were small groups all around. People were getting jobs and started coming to school less and less. We all soon discovered our political science studies were not going to help us in our future careers. I myself, renouncing the bed of roses and pink clouds with which I surrounded my new experiences in college, started becoming a more critical person. I realized political scientists, women and some other people were not who they wanted me to believe they were. Soon, I was thinking not in terms of finding the best in everyone, but in terms of who is backing that guy to become the boss of i-don't-know-what at 21 years old. Not cool, I know.

Now my papers revolve around football, politics and rational choice, I tend to be a cynical hard-ass, life tells me I have to get a job, EBA is an MEP and Michael Jackson is dead. Romanian social life is full of slutty-like broads and ready-made millionaires with Lamborghinis and lower IQs than the size of their shoes. Bitterness is in high dosage...

But that's not important right now. What's important is for all of you who know what I am talking about and share with me at least some of my autumnatic excitement from 2005 remember those times when we were freshmen, when we were more optimistic, more idealistic, more in touch with one another, more prone to fun, more willing to drink a beer with semi-stranger colleagues, more lively in our pursuit to live then and there, more present in classes, more passionate in what we learned, when no job was there to eat away at our time and creativity, no bosses to say what we could or could not do, no shame in expressing metaphysical or idealist points of view.

The Fall of 2005...