62 years ago someone entered a bookstore, picked up this newly published book and was among the first to read these lines:

“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.”

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Posted by on July 17, 2013 in jurnal


scowling owlhello, old chums! and welcome to my first post in 2013. a bit late, you say? well, that’s how I roll. slow and zen.

I feel I should update you on my latest adventures. fortunately for you, they are not many.

you might be surprised to find out that I’m inevitably turning into a well-trained babysitter. ever since my niece has been born, I’ve unwantedly accumulated what seems to be a huge amount of knowledge on prams, I master the elusive art of changing diapers and, of course, I can do baby talk. also, I can now stage a finger puppet show, although I’m still at a loss when it comes to what the puppets should say, improv is not my strongest point. I usually have them talk about the weather.

my first post of this year and all I’ve talked so far is babies! yeah, I’ve been taken over by this horrid habit. plus I lead an on-going struggle with myself when it comes to posting the baby’s pics on Facebook. it’s crazy. however, I feel I should point out, I’m still not very convinced about having one of my own.

moving on.

every year I’m possessed by a sudden urge to learn: a. a new language; b. HTML; a new dance (not that I would master any at the moment). every year I make no progress.

this year has been a bit different. I’ve thought about learning Czech. ditched that. started learning Spanish. then I moved on to HTML. and, lo, this time I’ve made progress. I’ve even got as far as CSS (don’t snicker). then I said to overconfident self, hey, why not try some basic PHP courses. I’m still in the trying stage on that one.

my favorite code-related function right now is Inspect element. I feel like the Sherlock Holmes of HTML/CSS. although I’m probably just an elementary Dr. Watson.

moving further on.

I’ve become completely fascinated with the amount of seagulls sheltered by the rooftops in Bucharest. I expect the sea to follow anytime now. there will be a morning, soon, when we’ll all look out of our windows to discover the streets flooded by salty water strewn with dolphins and floating cars. well, come to think of it, given the state of the sewage system around here, all we need is a rainy day .

moving even further on.

a lot of other things have happened but I don’t feel like talking about them now. babies, HTML and seagulls, that’s enough for one evening. maybe next time I’ll tell you all about my creepy neighbours across the street. or about that time I overdosed on zombie movies and almost kicked a shop assistant in the face. or maybe I’ll shut up for another four months. oh, the suspense…

back in the saddle


Posted by on February 20, 2013 in jurnal


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tocmai ce am citit un articol de Vlad Mixich, care a aruncat o găleată cu apă rece peste fărâma de entuziasm (chiar şi aşa e mult spus) de care mă agăţam privind procentul obţinut de Nicuşor Dan la alegerile locale.

Cei care pun stampila pe primarii penali o fac pentru ca seamana cu ei si se viseaza asemenea lor. Desigur exista si exceptii, semnificative ca numar, precum ar fi acel procent de 10% care a votat in Bucuresti cu Nicusor Dan.

I-am auzit/citit pe multi dintre ei bucurandu-se de procentul obtinut(aici un reportaj audio pe RFI). Si la „sediul de campanie” rezultatele au fost intampinate cu urale. Dar ce demonstreaza acest 10%? Ca existam si noi, cei incapabili sa votam primari penali. Dar ati avut vreun moment indoiala ca n-ar fi asa? Din ce credeti ca se hraneste industria de concerte şic, cărtureştii si toate ceainariile frumoase din Bucuresti? Atatia suntem: cateva zeci de mii, nici mai multi, nici mai putini. Cat un stadion plin la Steaua care urla m*** Dinamo.

Asa, si am demonstrat ca suntem 10% si contam. Ca uite avem si noi un muschiulet, poate doi, un biceps de categoria musca. Dar credeti ca-i pasa cuiva?

Va spune ceva numele Horia Mocanu? In acelasi Bucuresti, candidatul partidului lui Dan Diaconescu la primaria generala, Horia Mocanu, a obtinut la fel de multe voturi precum Nicusor Dan. Majoritatii care voteaza cu primari penali numele lui Nicusor Dan sau al lui Horia Mocanu nu le spune nimic. Suntem si noi, ca si oamenii OTV, niste ciudati. Niste marginali, ceva mai respectabili decat oamenii OTV, dar si mai greu de inteles.


Ca sa obtinem tara pe care ne-o dorim, tara in care sinapsele majoritatii nu sunt modelate pe placul primarilor penali, e nevoie de altceva. Doar o stampila aplicata pe o foaie subtire de vot nu e indeajuns. E nevoie sa punem osul. Toti cei 10%, nu doar cativa. Si stim prea bine, toti cei 10%, cat de multa munca si rabdare e necesara pana sa construiesti ceea ce iti doresti.

less talk, more action

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Posted by on June 12, 2012 in jurnal


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