etiology

This is how the entire therapy frenzy must have started. With a comfortable divan. Wouldn’t you start talking about everything that crosses your mind and even make up details here and there (you know, the “yeah, I’m jealous of my father and attracted to my mother” kind of thing) just to linger a little more on this genius invention of Levantine languor?

 

chin-wagging

It’s sunny, it’s Friday, what other reasons are there to enjoy life? I might have to look for a second job (third if you count storytelling), get pepper spray (dogs here in Baghdad are vicious), search for another hideous studio (I don’t want to move in with Shah Shahryar, there’s no telling what that guy would do if I run out of stories… actually it’s pretty obvious), but otherwise things are fine and the financial crisis has gone south (to Greece I mean). Cheers to you, eunuchs and harem girls, sultans and slaves, merchants and idle people! Now go see Avatar or something.

 

marginalia

I asked him what, if anything, got him down about teaching. He said he didn’t think that anything about it got him exactly down, but there was one thing, he thought, that frightened him: reading the penciled notations in the margins of books in the college library.

J.D. Salinger

 

cave talk

Acum zeci de mii de ani i se spunea soare cu colti de Smilodon fatalis…

 

folk lore

In tramvai: “Mi-am facut toate analizele, frate. Nu vreau sa ratez viata”.

 

pixel snow

You know you’ve spent too much time in front of your computer when you go out and it’s snowing and all you can think of is that you’ve finally managed to enter the flat world of your screensaver.

 

sou desu

 

open a book and set spring free

Alyonka lay on the rocks, her high-cheekboned face turned toward the sun. Her eyes were closed against the burning rays, and the air looked pink through her lowered eyelids. At first the color was translucent, but then it thickened and became crimson, pouring over the upturned palms of her hands and flooding over her whole body, from her feet to the crown of her head. The top of her head felt pleasantly heavy. But when the heaviness stopped being pleasant and started to become painful, Alyortka stood up and walked into the sea. “How clean you are,” she whispered, sliding her feet across a pebble darkened by the water. Alyonka was small and supple, her body was evenly tanned, a golden color. And where the water touched her skin she looked even darker. Alyonka scooped up a handful of sea, and the lines on her hand showed up clearly through the water. The reflection of the sun was a glinting half moon in the cupped handful of water; the pink thread of Alyonka’s lifeline trembled.

 

ou sont les insolentes d’antan?

displaying a weird sense of fashion

Mama mi-a povestit ca atunci cand eram mica, pe langa faptul ca puteam asculta ore in sir povestea cu vulpea si corbul care furase bucata de branza, ma jucam cu frate-meu, care era cea mai noua si mai interesanta papusa din casa, il bagam in genti si il transportam de colo-colo sau il plimbam in carucior pana ametea, pe langa faptul ca eram dubios de entuziasmata cand mi se faceau poze sau se punea masa, eram destul de imprevizibila in public (nici mie nu imi vine sa cred!). Plimbandu-ma mama prin oras intr-o dupa amiaza, ne-am intalnit cu o colega de-ale ei de serviciu, care a intrat pe data in transa vaicecopilfrumossicuminteptiusanutedeochi. I-am raspuns linistita, spre disperarea mamei: “esti un gongoi cu ochelari”.

P.S. Analizand la rece, detectez aici un complex kafkian care abia inmugurea (cf. Metamorfoza) si o aversiune minereasca fata de oamenii cu ochelari (cf. mineriadele). Daca femeia avea si barba, atunci se explica totul.

 

present imperfect

Cat de reconfortant e sa stii ca exista oameni, tari, ba chiar continente, care nu au auzit vreodata de Cucuveaua de la Cotroceni, Omul fara gat, Marinaru’, Guzganul Rozaliu sau, in alta nota (oare?!), Horrorius*, EBa, Moni, Capatos, Bahmu, Simona Sensual, Sexy Braileanca, ca sa numesc numai cativa.

*cum ii zice un prieten pe blog