vineri, 8 mai 2009

Transfuzie prin vid

Mergeam grabita pe alee, pierduta in acel ceva care imi lasase un gust ciudat in vis. Paseam mai mult in gol cand m-am trezit cu fata in vid. M-am speriat si am tipat. Dar sunetele se pierd in vid, asa cum se pierde roua de vara printre firele de iarba. Era foarte ciudat. Un vid in mijlocul unui oras aglomerat care nu te lasa sa fii singur aproape niciodata. Am sperat ca pot sa alerg, dar m-am blocat. Si asa am avut o revelatie imensa: era vidul in care imi lasam visele urate, cosmarurile si ramaneam doar cu speranta. Mi-am plecat capul, mi-am lasat sinele negativist sa plece. Si in fuziunea asta m-am regasit. Chiar daca am pierdut o parte din mine, o sa recuperez cu viitor. O sa completez acolo cu piese din eul meu viitor, cel care a trait in afara vidului. M-am intors, dar nu mai paseam grabita pe alee. Mergeam alene pentru ca eram mai usoara. Ba chiar zburam, eram o libelula.

joi, 7 mai 2009

PR-ul e totul in ziua de azi

Sunt amuzante situatiile in care toata lumea e sigura ca stie ce se intampla, dar nimeni nu are curajul sa spuna asta cu toata taria. Si uite asa se inventeaza limbajele codate, iar cuvintele devin lucruri, si invers. Se mai avanta cate un temerar sa spuna mai mult decat au spus altii, dar se opreste repede, de frica reactiilor. Editorialul Alinei Mungiu Pippidi, Nutzy si canalul e ceva de genul. Mie mi-a placut. Morala: PR-ul face totul in ziua de azi.

miercuri, 6 mai 2009

Becali si nervii

Ori e un actor al naibii de bun, ori zilele pe care le-a petrecut in arest l-au cam zguduit pe Becali. In seara asta a facut o criza de nervi in direct la Realitatea. Daca pana acum era "savuros" si avea o ironie si o ignoranta tipica lui, in seara asta chiar dadea semne ca cedeaza. Dupa o insiruire de Becali, ca un om care a ajuns la limita ratiunii, a inceput sa tipe. Nu e ceva neobisnuit, dar prinde la public. Becali nu minte , e sfant. Asa ca mai lasati-l pe saracu om in pace ca doar si-a cheltuit banii pe groapa lui tasu. Oare cand o sa ii aratam ca uneori intrece limita si ca ar trebui sa isi insuseasca cuvantul decenta? Daca stiti voi raspunsul sa mi-l spuneti si mie.

luni, 4 mai 2009

Yes we can

E ciudat cum uneori cred ca stiu prea multe despre ce se intampla in jurul meu, in politica, in lumea larga, dar nu stiu unele lucruri despre mine. Am crezut mai tot timpul ca oamenii nu se pot schimba brusc, sa fie total diferiti de cei pe care i-ai cunoscut o data. Viata mi-a aratat inca o data ca m-am inselat amarnic. Daca am invatat ca aparentele inseala acum am invatat ca oamenii se schimba. Insa exista o balanta a schimbarii, depinde pe care taler aleg sa se duca. Si cum nu exista o dualitate perfecta intre bine si rau, ci exista si zone gri in momentul asta eu ma aflu pe axa de mijloc a balantei. Si ca sa citam un motto celebru "Yes we can".

duminică, 3 mai 2009

Something i like...

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.