Oda scrijelelor :op October 20, 2008

Am promis ca va arat niste scrijele de cartofi, asa cum le faceau bunicii mei din Moldova. Nu ma intereseaza alte retete, this is THE ONE for me! Aveti nevoie de o tava de tabla cam ca asta, pe care s-o incingeti la foc mare inainte de a plasa cartofii pe ea.

Mai merg facute pe plita, daca aveti asa ceva, sau in tigaie fara ulei. Ultima varianta n-am incercat-o si nu stiu cum iese, dar va urez bafta! p E important sa fie destul de incinsa tava inainte de a pune scrijelele crude ca altfel se lipesc si o sa se transforme totul intr-un cosmar.

Cartofii trebuie taiati felii, nu foarte groase, dar nici foarte subtiri, cam 3 – 4 mm. Rumeniti-le cat de mult va place, dar tata tine sa va avertizeze ca nu sunt sanatoase foarte arse. p

Elementul fara de care scrijelele n-ar mai fi scrijele, ci niste chestii fara gust, este MUJDEIUL! Oh yeah, baby! Noi il facem cu apa, ulei si sare, dupa gust, desi pentru multi bucuresteni poate suna ciudat. Treaba voastra ce fel de mujdei va faceti, eu il iubesc pe asta! p

Se consuma in castronul cel mai mare pe care il aveti in casa, plin, cu varf chiar, pana explodati! p Ma bucur intotdeauna sa convertesc lumea la hapsanism. Va uram hapsaneala placuta! ;o)

P.S.: Daca va intrebati de ce pozele nu sunt focusate, intrebati-l pe fratele, student la foto, cred ca-i un nou trend in arta sau ceva de genul. p

change September 16, 2008

And THAT is how people change!

a sunday smile June 1, 2008

Kisses for the kids! Including the grown-up kids! ;o)

Hagz for more than one love February 7, 2008

Nu, in nici un caz nu promovam poliamorismul, that’s baaaad for health! p

Dar ia te uita ce coincidenta de ganduri. Chiar zilele trecute ma gandeam ca ar merge un free hugs de valentine’s day for all the singles care se simt nefericiti inconjurati de cupluri iubarete sau care pur si simplu vor sa-si arate si ei dragostea in aceasta zi plina de “love is in the air” si romantism. Insa cum nu eram sigura c-o sa fiu in Bucuresti in ziua respectiva, nu mi-am mai asumat organizarea evenimentului. Stiam c-o sa apara altcineva care sa preia initiativa and I was damn right! D

Asa ca mutumim domnului Group Hug, whoever you are. )) And we invite him on the yahoo group of those who like to hug & cuddle. ;o) Aici o sa gaseasca oameni cu experienta intr-ale huguitului care abia asteapta o noua sansa sa se arunce in bratele altora. p

Nu mi-e clar insa daca e vorba de hugging in pairs sau group hugs, asa cum au existat o gramada vara trecuta pe Verona, insa cred ca asta conteaza cel mai putin. Important e sa “spread the love”, cum zice si nenea Group Hug.

Eu inca nu stiu daca o sa plec pe 14 sau pe 15, dar o sa incerc sa ajung daca apuc.

Meanwhile, enjoy yourselves with the past “editions”, daca le pot spune asa:

FreeHugs pe 23 decembrie 2007 Bucuresti TNB

si

Free Hugs pe Arthur Verona si nu numai

Deci ne vedem sau va vedeti pe 14 la TNB, pentru o sesiune de amor liber. p

And don’t forget to tell everyone! Us huggers need to stick together and help each other! ;o)

happy kids December 23, 2007

Pentru ca sunt egoista si pentru ca nu mi-a dat prin cap (what was I thinking???) sa trec in reminder, ratasem deadline-ul initial pentru adunarea cadourilor pentru copilasi organizata de Oricum si bookblog.ro. Multumesc Oricumului ca ofera sanse si pentru helpless forgetful fockheds like me, lasand usile deschise si in weekend-ul asta. So we’re definitely trying to get there tomorrow. Thank you, dudes, for doing nice things for the kids again!

o flacara pentru sacrificiu December 20, 2007

Deci noi o sa fim aici.

Si a doua zi aici (via morunu):

“22 decembrie, de ceva ani la ora 19:00-20:00 ma gasesc in Piata Universitatii la Fantani. Aduc o lumanare. O aprind. Stiu ca daca ar fi fi fost ceva ani in plus la varsta mea din 1989 as fi facut parte dintre cei carora li se aprind lumanari. Sau le-as fi aprins lumanari alor mei. Macar pentru voi, daca nu pentru ei. Pentru naivitatea cu care s-a murit pe 22 decembrie.

22 decembrie Piata Universitatii – La Fantana ORA 20:00. Adu o candela, las-o sa arda.

Numai noi, oamenii.”

Si aceeasi dilema in fiecare an la care o sa ma gandesc din nou privind cum se consuma o lumanare…

After the dance… June 3, 2007

Well, can’t put it off much longer, even if I do have urgent school matters to deal with. All this is too exciting to keep silence. So here it goes: free hugs #2 was a huge hit, more successful than the 1st edition, if I may say so myself.

Obviously the yahoo group payed off, we had a virtual space to know each other before and after, and of course, to communicate freely, and that helped a lot. Lots of new members in the last few days, which is proof of the success the event had.

The difference this time is that we moved around a lot, so we didn’t give people much chance of escape. p Another difference was the big amount of group hugs and the better socialization between free huggers.

Street Delivery was a wonderful host, perfect for the occasion, a lot of young spirit in the air and urban cultural manifestations. The hippie atmosphere got to the free huggers so they started dancing on the street, like a fascinating tribal dance that everyone stopped to watch.

It was all happy happy, joy joy, some of the huggers even complained about the pain all that smiling caused to their faces. And it was impossible not to smile when you saw so much happiness around. You even took joy in somebody else’s hugs.

That’s not all, folks, but I have to get back to work or else.

oh won’t you be naked for me? May 31, 2007

Ok, I can’t help myself, I have to do this again. This song haunts me whenever I think about free hugs. And tonight, I’m desperately thinking about tomorrow’s free hugs! This time without restraint, fear or doubt, this time I can let go, because I know. I have been hugged. More than one time. And it hurts so beautifully when you think about it, this general euphoria hurts, it does! Happiness hurts! I love you, passers-by, I love you!!! Love me back, please!

Please Don’t Pass Me By

by my beloved Leonard Cohen

I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed a streetlight, I could read it, it said “Please don’t pass me by – I am blind, but you can see -I’ve been blinded totally – Please don’t pass me by.” I was walking along 7th Avenue, when I came to 14th Street I saw on the corner curious mutilations of the human form; it was a school for handicapped people. And there were cripples, and people in wheelchairs and crutches and it was snowing, and I got this sense that the whole city was singing this:

Oh please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh please don’t pass me by.

And you know as I was walking I thought it was them who were singing it, I thought it was they who were singing it, I thought it was the other who was singing it, I thought it was someone else. But as I moved along I knew it was me, and that I was singing it to myself. It went:

Please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
well, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh please don’t pass me by.
Oh please don’t pass me by.

Now I know that you’re sitting there deep in your velvet seats and you’re thinking “Uh, he’s up there saying something that he thinks about, but I’ll never have to sing that song.” But I promise you friends, that you’re going to be singing this song: it may not be tonight, it may not be tomorrow, but one day you’ll be on your knees and I want you to know the words when the time comes. Because you’re going to have to sing it to yourself, or to another, or to your brother. You’re going to have to learn to sing this song, it goes:

Please don’t pass me by,
ah you don’t have to sing this .. not for you.
Please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh please don’t pass me by.

Well I sing this for the Jews and the Gypsies and the smoke that they made. And I sing this for the children of England, their faces so grave. And I sing this for a saviour with no one to save. Hey, won’t you be naked for me? Hey, won’t you be naked for me? It goes:

Please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh now, please don’t pass me by.

Now there’s nothing that I tell you that will help you connect the blood tortured night with the day that comes next. But I want it to hurt you, I want it to end. Oh, won’t you be naked for me? Oh now:

Please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh now, please don’t pass me by.

Well I sing this song for you Blonde Beasts, I sing this song for you Venuses upon your shells on the foam of the sea. And I sing this for the freaks and the cripples, and the hunchback, and the burned, and the burning, and the maimed, and the broken, and the torn, and all of those that you talk about at the coffee tables, at the meetings, and the demonstrations, on the streets, in your music, in my songs. I mean the real ones that are burning, I mean the real ones that are burning

I say, Please don’t pass me by,
oh now, please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
ah now, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh no, please don’t pass me by.

I know that you still think that its me. I know that you think that there’s somebody else. I know that these words aren’t yours. But I tell you friends that one day

You’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down …

Oh, please don’t pass me by,
oh, please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don’t pass me by.

Well you know I have my songs and I have my poems. I have my book and I have the army, and sometimes I have your applause. I make some money, but you know what my friends, I’m still out there on the corner. I’m with the freaks, I’m with the hunted, I’m with the maimed, yes I’m with the torn, I’m with the down, I’m with the poor. Come on now …

Ah, please don’t pass me by,
well I’ve got to go now friends,
but, please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can see,
oh, I’ve been blinded, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh now, please don’t pass me by.

Now I want to take away my dignity, yes take my dignity. My friends, take my dignity, take my form, take my style, take my honour, take my courage, take my time, take my time, .. time .. ‘Cause you know I’m with you singing this song. And I wish you would, I wish you would, I wish you would go home with someone else. Wish you’d go home with someone else. I wish you’d go home with someone else. Don’t be the person that you came with. Oh, don’t be the person that you came with, Oh don’t be the person that you came with. Ah, I’m not going to be. I can’t stand him. I can’t stand who I am. That’s why I’ve got to get down on my knees. Because I can’t make it by myself. I’m not by myself anymore because the man I was before he was a tyrant, he was a slave, he was in chains, he was broken and then he sang:

Oh, please don’t pass me by,
oh, please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, yes I am blind, Oh but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don’t pass me by.

Well I hope I see you out there on the corner. Yeah I hope as I go by that I hear you whisper with the breeze. Because I’m going to leave you now, I’m going to find me someone new. Find someone new.

And please don’t pass me by.

P.S.: That’s what I’ve written on one of the placards for tomorrow…”Please don’t pass me by”…and I hope you won’t.

P.P.S.: If any of you reading this post have not yet listened to this song, I strongly suggest you make amends.

freeee huuugs again, at last! May 29, 2007

So, my dear fellow huggers, the time has come again to go out in the world and spread the love! Let’s be kids on kids’ day! If interested, June 1st, 6 p.m., Arthur Verona Street. Be there!

What is the trickster? May 17, 2007

Ever since high school I’ve been having this obsession about what we call “trickster”. The more I learned about the concept, the more attracted I was to the idea, so I wrote my final paper on that. Later I created a power point presentation on it as another task for college. Here they are, in case you’re interested:

ppt on the trickster

paper on the trickster

They’re neither complete, nor serious, just something I happened to look into not nearly as close as it deserves. But trickster will be part of my life for as long as I live. It doesn’t necessarily become me, but I happen to have a few things in common with it. I’d like to have the courage to be a complete trickster, but you just don’t see such brave souls these days p. Enjoy playing!