Carlin a avut un special pe HBO acu’ vreo 2 saptamani…s-a mai ramolit si el nitzel da’ tot mare, mare de tot ramane. At least in my book. E unul dintre oamenii de stanga pe care nu am cum sa nu-l apreciez la adevarata sa valoare. After all, logica nu tine de directii 😉
ok, era clar ca week-endul asta nu e un week-end bun. Oilers-Sharks 2-1 la SO, Sharks au avut 49 de suturi, 48 aparate de Roloson, doua in stituatie de 1-1 cu atacantii pestilor in ultimele 30 de secunde. asta e, luam un punct.
Personajele celor 10 porunci sunt DOUA:
Dumnezeu si ….Aproapele nostru!
Mereu m-am gandit ce a vrut Dzeu sau cei care au fost “inspirati” sa scrie Biblia !
Mereu m-am intrebat: “Ce-o fi aia ???”[ cand in familie, in neam, apar disensiuni!”]
“Cum sa-ti iubesti aproapele “???
Acum, dupa o viata de OM , am concluzionat:
” Asa cum eu, ca medic si dascal, ca psihoterapeut, am sugerat pacientilor mei , studentilor mei , meu – intalnit la tot pasul – , in ideea ca “,
la fel si Dzeu, IISUS ne indeamna sa , ca ….poate, din MULT, mai ramane ceva empatie( intelegere ), si pentru Omul de langa noi !
Sa nu fim cruzi, hapsani, indiferenti si egoisti !
Iubirea spirituala este “laitmotivul ” BIBILIEI, la cap. “Noul Testament”!
[ Adica nu “iubirea ” aceea in stil american , de tipul “I love you”, la tot pasul si in orice context, ca si cum ai zice “Buna ziua !”,
ci “iubirea” sincera, umana, empatica , tamaduitoare( rog tinerii sa nu se gandeasca, sa nu “alunece” iarasi catre !”]
Bai iubaretule, de ce taci? Nu vezi ca socio a bagat-o cu bataie spre Americhia? Zi ceva! Ratoieste-te! Adicatelea, tu o spui la misto chestea cu iubirea? Sau si tu esti alunecos ca mine? La noi dragostea s-a localizat in libidou 😉 Emigrarea sa fie cauza? 😀
M-a lasat masca Nuti. Argumente nu prea am dar tot stau si ma gandesc…ce-ar zice arhitectu’?
„Dupa caderea in pacat totul s-a schimbat. Creatorul a izgonit prima pereche din Gradina Edenului, iar heruvimii pazeau drumul spre Paradisul Pierdut. Marea tragedie dupa caderea in pacat, a adus cu sine altarul de jertfa, iar Maestrul Divin a trimes pe Fiul Sau sa moara pe acest altar, ca Suprema Jertfa, pentru salvarea omului din ghearele mortii si ale pacatului. Acolo, in Eden, Dumnezeu le-a conceput prima costumatie vestimantara, prin jertfirea a 2(doua) animale, si din pielea lor a imaginat un design vestimentar simplu, eficient si natural…o piele de….animal.
A inceput un proces de descompunere si degradare a omului si fiinta creata in Eden a devenit vulgara, setoasa de sange, obraznica, desfranata, inchinatoare la idoli, certareata, folosind vrajitoria, vrajbile, certurile, zavistiile, maniile, neintelegerile, o fiinta plina de pizma, beata, imbuibata de tot ce este rau, o fiinta homosexuala si bisexuala, folosind templul trupului spre lumi intunecate din lumea Pacatului si a Mortii. Pardoseala verde a Edenului pierdut e patata de sange, iar plafonul ei este un gol imens ce permite sa se infiltreze usor grindina rece si diabolica a unei tornade ucigatoare a fiintei umane creata de Cer.”
Domnilor, eu cred ca Romania v-a intra intr-o noua
istorie de natura fotbalistica, si, atunci mielul si lupul
vor paste impreuna, iar berbecul cu coarne, v-a face
o noua ordine . Deci, Dinamo v-a bate CLUJUL, iar
Steaua v-a fi pe locul doi. HAI STEAUA !
Vorbele apartin vestitului arhitect Gheorghe Petrescu 🙂 Nostradamus de Atlanta
We’re playing those mind games together,
Pushing barriers, planting seeds,
Playing the mind guerilla,
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth,
We all been playing mind games forever,
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil.
Doing the mind guerilla,
Some call it the search for the grail,
Love is the answer and you know that for sure,
Love is flower you got to let it, you got to let it grow,
So keep on playing those mind games together,
Faith in the future outta the now,
You just can’t beat on those mind guerillas,
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind,
Yeah we’re playing those mind games forever,
Projecting our images in space and in time,
Yes is the answer and you know that for sure,
Yes is the surrender you got to let it, you got to let it go,
So keep on playing those mind games together,
Doing the ritual dance inn the sun,
Millions of mind guerrillas,
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel,
Keep on playing those mind games forever,
Raising the spirit of peace and love, not war,
(I want you to make love, not war, I know you’ve heard it before)
E iarna. Chior de somn, Dorian isi cauta de zor o soseta galbena…N-avea cum sa dispara din camera asa ca trebuia sa fie pe acolo…Cinci minute mai tarziu Dorian inca bajbaia prin pat, prin preajma patului, pe sub pat, printre paturi cautand blestemata de soseta. Era deja intarziat dar alert acum, sperand ca lipsa traficului de sambata sa-l mai ajute in recuperarea timpului pierdut…Exasperat, cu un ochi la ceasul de la mana si cu celalalt la e-mailurile care veneau pe banda rulanta pe telefon, Dorian incerca sa-si aduca aminte, pas cu pas, noaptea trecuta… ”Cine naiba m-a pus sa merg la “Jamaican Nights” pe gerul asta?” se intreba sarcastic…”Hai ca daca-mi aduc aminte de pasi, imi aduc aminte si de soseta, nu?” continua, razand printre dinti…Soseta? De negasit! Suna telefonul…
In spiritul asului de caro organizez un nou concurs. Premiul cel mare se acorda persoanei care continua istorioara in modul cel mai interesant! Va rog sa nu uitati sa amintiti numele fetei din pat, ocupatia lui Dorian si culoarea nelipsitei cravate…
🙂 soseta buclucasa n-a fost gasita… a disparut in Triunghiul Bermudelor… sosetesti ! Dorian a gasit sub pat…o carte . O deschide chiar la pagina 69 si ce sa vazi??!! gaseste :
Sunt un pacatos, Parinte!!!
La parintele Vintila
Vine-Arvinte, cam sfios
Si se roaga: -fie-ti mila
De un suflet pacatos
Chiar in saptamana mare
Cand tot omul e smerit
Si posteste cu-ndurare,
Uite am pacatuit !
-Ai furat? intreaba popa
-Nu prea sfinte! Fara vrere
M-am dat raului si hopa
In gradina c’o muiere!
-Vai de mine, vai de mine…
Greu pacat ai savarsit…
Insa daca-mi spui cu cine,
Poate vei fi mantuit
-Nu pot, a raspuns Arvinte
Sa-mi fac chinul si mai greu
Nu pot s-o divulg Parinte
Ca ma bate Dumnezeu !
…Era’nalta si frumoasa,
Parul blond si ochi de jar,
Gura dulce voluptoasa,
Dintii de margaritar….
-Nu cumva ai fost cu Tanti
Din Smardan, de peste drum?
-Nu pot s-o divulg ca Domnul
Ma trazneste chiar acum !
-Poate-ai fost cu Mita Creata
Cea usoara ca un fulg?
– Cere-mi tot, ba chiar si viata
Insa nu pot s-o divulg!
Numai cantec, numai joc
Cand te-a strans in brate-odata,
Ai simtit in vine foc!
-Mai Arvinte-ai fost cu Leana
Care sade pe Neptun?
-Oh! degeaba-mi zgandari rana,
Fiindca tot nu pot sa spun!
….O comoara tainuita,
Fruct in dragoste scaldat,
Toata plina de ispita,
Toata plina de pacat!
-Bine , du-te, mediteaza,
Si vii maine mai dispus,
Domnul sa te aiba-n paza!
-sarut dreapta ! Si s-a dus .
Ajungand in colt, ca vantu’
S-a-ntalnit cu Calistrat
Care’ntreaba : -Ei, prea sfantul
De pacat te-a dezlegat?
-Inca nu ! raspunde Arvinte
Foarte vesel si vioi,
Dar aflai de la Parinte
Inca trei adrese noi !
……………. Minulescu .
.. hello all !J
@doc: maestre, am pus mana pe un „Coen Brothers DVD box set” . Are Fargo, Raising Arizona, Bartok Fink, Blood simple si Miller crossing- asa ca acum o sa-mi formez o idee mai buna. The ladykillers nu m-a impresionat, iar Big Lebowski mi-a placut prima data cand l-am vazut, mai putin urmatoarele dati. No Country for Old men a avut o impreise mai puternica a doua oara, pentru ca citisem cartea.
This is just a small collection of things I’ve come to learn about Romanian culture. Obviously these are my personal observations and not some kind of „scientific” observation 😉
Romanian really, really care what the neighbors think. This means they are HIGHLY conformist in public and almost never „cause a scene” anywhere. It also means that „propriety” in conduct is highly valued.
Never ever make jokes or sarcastic remarks about religion, especially Christianity. Even virtually agnostic Romanians will get uncomfortable if you make anything close to „blasphemous” remarks.
On the other hand, jokes about nuns, monks and especially priests are considered perfectly okay and are no problem.
Displaying, bragging or speaking about wealth is rarely seen as „crass” and in fact is the goal (secret or otherwise) of many Romanians. The more flashy you dress, the more you spend, the fancier your car, watch, jewelry, etc., the better.
Never ever make any favorable comments or even display curiosity about Gypsies or Gypsy culture. This will win you zero friends. Even the most tolerant Romanians are just that, tolerant.
While you are almost never going to be robbed, i.e. divested of your valuables by a show of force, be very careful about people stealing your stuff if you leave it lying around. Especially be careful about pickpockets or open windows if you live on the ground floor, leaving valuables on the table at a restaurant or in your jacket pocket, that kind of thing.
Romanians are rarely curious about anything. Don’t be offended if they’re not curious about you, they are almost never curious about anything.
The vast majority of Romanians are „dog people” and not „cat people”. Even if a stray dog bites someone, most Romanians will sympathize with the dog. The vast majority of pets in Romania are dogs.
The genre of music known as manele is considered to be only appropriate for low-class, uncouth people, especially Gypsies and country bumpkins. Most urban or „sophisticated” Romanians will say they hate this type of music. Nonetheless, they all have manele CDs, tapes or MP3 files on their computer.
Romanians strongly dislike direct confrontation and shy away from it. This means that if they dislike you, they will tell you in a roundabout way. They are all big fans of „tattling” and will rat you out to someone in authority before ever telling you to your face that there is a problem.
The one exception is that most Romanians consider all police officers crooked or corrupt. Most Romanians almost never call the police except as a measure of truly last resort.
If you enter a store, building, room, house or door of any kind and the door is closed, it is absolutely imperative that you re-close it behind you. Romanians will often practically shut a door right in your face because they are so concerned that they get the door closed.
Romanians sincerely believe illnesses such as colds, headaches and fevers are caused by three things:
An exposed neck/throat.
Moving air or drafts (called curent in Romanian)
In cold weather, they will therefore wear a scarf or something else to protect their neck/throat.
Either to ward off illness or to recover from an illness, Romanians will often stuff cotton into their eardrums. In the winter time, easily half the people you see will have cotton poking out of their ears.
Except in extremely hot weather, Romanians abhor moving air of any kind therefore you will almost never see any fans of any kind. Furthermore, rolling down a window on a bus or in a car or on a train is virtually taboo so never do it unless you see Romanians doing it first.
Romanians believe air conditioning causes illnesses and headaches and so will use it very sparingly, even in the hottest of weather.
Romanians are big believers in natural remedies to every kind of illness or ailment and there are lots of stores which sell these products.
While often surly and grumpy as hell, Romanian doctors of any kind (including psychologists) are held in great esteem and anything they say is considered the gospel truth.
A female of any age, including infants, are all virtually required to wear earrings.
Romanians, even ones who have lived in a given location all of their lives, are absolutely horrible at giving directions. If you need directions to somewhere, always, always ask a taxi driver. Or me 😉
Romanians see certain criminal activities such as riding mass transit without a ticket, prostitution and stealing pirated music/movies off the internet as perfectly justified and barely wrong at all.
That being said, all violent crimes are considered absolutely abhorrent and those who commit them as the worst of the worst.
Alcoholism and alcoholic behavior is only mildly frowned upon and is often tolerated and/or celebrated. Drug use however is considered quite abhorrent and the only drug consumed with even minor widespread frequency is cannabis.
Romanians feel uncomfortable in any public setting unless there is loud pop and/or hiphop music playing at all hours of the day so you better get used to it 😉
Libraries are very rare and not popular but Romanians love to read newspapers, most of which are approximately 20 pages long and meant to be digested quickly and cover every kind of topic from sports to „hard news” to celebrity gossip.
Most Romanians love the news broadcasts which come on most major television channels at 7:00pm. Even if they watch nothing else, they’ll usually watch the evening news and take it as the gospel truth.
Romanians take great pride in consuming homemade and/or home grown products from bread, meat, vegetables and alcohol, especially wine and tuica.
Romanians believe city air is unhealthy and will go to great lengths to get out of the city somewhere even if for a few hours, often to grill meat, drink and most importantly, to get some „clean air”.
Similarly, the standard Romanian dream for retirement is a house in the country and growing one’s own vegetables and breathing „clean air”.
Regardless of how illogical or strange a fashion in the clothes you wear, what counts is that your clothes are absolutely clean and free from wrinkles and stains. The actual design, logo or fashion sense of what you’re wearing pales in comparison to the need for it to be clean.
If you’re shopping in a store even for a single bottle of water, always use the handbasket or cart provided.
Romanians are extremely fastidious about the expiration dates on perishable products such as milk and bread. On the other hand, you can buy extremely stale cookies, crackers and other „non-perishable” items, often covered in a layer of dust at some stores.
If you buy something, that’s it. Don’t expect refunds or returns.
If a Romanian isn’t from Bucharest, then they will describe it as „loud”, „dirty”, full or „rude people”, „bad drivers” and Gypsies.
If a Romanian IS from Bucharest, they will consider the rest of the country to be full of illiterate, unsophisticated country bumpkins.
If a Romanian is from Moldova (Moldavia in English, the northeast segment of the country of Romania not the nation of Moldova), they will consider their wine the best and their women as the most beautiful and the best cooks.
If a Romanian is NOT from Moldova, they will consider the women to be whores and the men to be illiterate country bumpkins who do all the unpleasant, dangerous jobs in the bigger cities.
Of foreigners living, studying or working in Romania, Arabs and Italians are considered shifty, untrustworthy and „dirty”. Chinese are considered extremely mysterious. Black people from anywhere are considered sexy, exotic and intriguing. Americans, Germans and British are considered boring and totally uninteresting.
An ethnic Romanians will consider his ethnic heritage to be EXTREMELY important and will usually be convinced he is a direct descendent of the Romans. Romanians believe that ethnic Romanians are a superior race over all other ethnicities.
Patriotism in the modern sense is almost non-existant. Romanians care more about their ethnicity and regional heritage far more than any allegiance to the country or government.
Practically no one in Romania speaks Russian and never did and never want to.
Romanians view excessive friendliness and/or jocularity as something to be suspicious of. Generosity is also something that arouses suspicion as well. Romanians believe that there is an underlying assumption that all non-family relationships are based on each party somehow profiting or benefiting from the relationship.
If a Romanian can profit from you financially without outright fraud, they will consider that you’re a sucker and it’s your fault for being one. If you’re a foreigner then using fraud to separate you and your money is often considered perfectly okay as well.
The thing a Romanian hates worst is being a „sucker” (fraier) and are often convinced someone or some organization is trying to sucker them somehow.
The most stoic, reserved Romanian will cry their eyes out and become extremely sentimental when separated or reunited with a family member.