one of the best jokes

-Why can't a programmer tell the difference between Halloween and Christmas?
-Because OCT31 = DEC25.



For those who don't know: OCT stands for the octal numeration system and DEC is the decimal numeration system.

Hi everybody!

I didn't show up around here for some days, but it's better than not posting anything for months, isn't it? May - October= my dark age of blogging. I have an excuse: I had no problems. Now I got one. I'm sick... to be more acurate: I'm homesick. That's just because the 16th of December is so close that I can't wait to see myself at home.
Now, what I've been doing these days wasn't much different from what I do everyday (go to work, go for walks, listen to music, read and so on...) but two days ago I remembered something. In December, last year, I was listening for the first time to Fabrizio de Andre. His name might have already told you that he's an Italian. Actualy he was (he passed away in '99). He was a songwriter and a singer. The first song that I've listened to, sang by him was Don Raffae (while watching a video from a wedding). I asked a friend: "Who's singing this song?", and he said: "Oh, it's Fabrizio de Andre.". I went looking for any songs that I could find attached to his name. And I found a few songs.
Here is a video of a live performance (song:Don Raffae) ...
Stop the radio at the right top of the page before you press play!

On my iPod I have another performance that sounds a little more alive.
What I did when I remembered this artist was to ask my sister to send me the songs that I had in Romania and so she did.
The joy taht I felt when I heard "Geordie" again, after almost an year... I have no words for it. Just listen:



The next one might make you want to dance/jump or something: Volta la carta



The lyrics of the next song are great! If you speak Italian you might like the song very much: Preghiera in gennaio


Now if that might be the case, I don't want to bore you so I'll just give you some links to other songs just in case you like the ones you've listened to:
Andrea: http://www.trilulilu.ro/D4NI_/3181e583f8ff74
Dolcenera: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=KKipvcV4soA
Il sogno di Maria: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=wbCdCRREtyg
La canzone di Marinella: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=sGbhhfwxfOk&feature=related
La ballata dell'amore cieco: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ2vJGw-RhY&feature=related

I could give you more, but I think that if you like these songs you will look for more without my help.
Have a Great day!

Till Dawn

Last night I had a long messenger chat with Raluca. I don't exacly remember what was the time when I turned on my laptop, but we've been talking and "sharing" youtube until about 3:00 AM (that was 4:00 AM for her because she's in Romania). Among other things she showed me, there was this band that I started to like. It's name is Royksopp. I don't know what it comes from, but their music is great, even as simple as it appears to be. When I was a kid, I've seen one of their videos on the French tv channel MCM, but I didn't pay much attention to it because I found it a little bit dull at that time. I was still listening to it anyway because of it's calm feeling. The title is Poor Leno. You'll find it here: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=-_jhdZoPW1Q&feature=related
The folowing ones are some that I realy enjoy listening to. It's a great feeling. It's like a spring's end morning... or an early summer morning. Take it as you like 8-} .
Before you press play, you might want to stop the radio in the right top of the page. It won't stop by itself.










It's clear that the guys who made the videos are very openminded and they carry great and heavy plastic bags full of imagination in their heads.

By the way :D, today I've been doing some shoppings and when I was on my way home I've seen an old man who had a hat on his head. On the hat there was a skull printed. Under the skull it was written: "Skull inside". I realy think that old people can be more childish than youngsters (maybe because youngsters like to be regarded as mature guys/girls).

Now, back to our night chat! I showed her a flash animation, it wasn't too much of a great work(who am I to judge that?!)but the message was realy emotional : http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=EZsKsdD8N8E (it's got no connection to the war vehicle you see in the begining which is just a logo) and then she showed me some more others, but not flash(i'll put links to them at the end of this post) and we've been talking like this until we said "good morning!" and I went to bed... don't know if she did the same.
here are the links that I was talking about:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=wDTvQYM45Mw "Howl's Moving Castle" it seems to be a great fantastic story... good music
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=je1zUVDpx-M&NR=1 "Les Triplettes de Belleville" nice http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=39glDm6Of04 it seems to be an Oscar winner
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=RAqoNb9RGIM not much I can say, just watch it
aaaand this:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=4yQhXBeabUE kind of a subtile reality.

concert

eu: -Ma, astia canta in daneza?
Istvan: -Da.
eu: -Atunci putem considera vocea ca fiind parte instrumentala.

miroase a casa

Mi-am cumparat biletul de avion pentru data de 16 decembrie. Va fi un zbor de noapte. Voi vedea de sus luminile din Budapesta (inca nu le-am vazut nici de jos), cum spune bunicul "de-om trai", ca e mult pana atunci... Ceea ce am spus acum mi-a amintit de piesa Around The Sun R.E.M. Deja fac AMR-ul. Cred ca imediat dupa ce ajung in Oradea voi pleca in sat.

povestesc

Hai ca tot nu am postat nimic de mult timp pe aici. Sa scriu si eu ce am mai vazut/patit. La sfarsitul lunii iulie am fost pe acasa. Am pornit intr-o seara de vineri. Totul a fost bine pe autostrazile Europei noastre mari si frumoase, mai putin in Polonia. Era dimineata cand am ajuns la granita dintre Germania si Polonia... atmosfera foarte linistita in masina pana atunci(si somnorosi toti 3 (stiu ca nu am spus care 3)). Trecem de granita: shock. Un drum de cel putin 70Km fara asfalt pe el, facut doar din placi de beton. La 70Km/h "tremuram" in masina ca si intr-un tractor pe camp. Trecem de aceasta portiune, mai mergem cateva ore, timp in care am vazut niste poduri destul de interesante dar cam multe semanau intre ele. Suntem opriti si ni se face semn sa ocolim pentru ca autostrada era blocata. Iesim de pe autostrada. Nicaieri nu era marcat nici un traseu de ocolire, dar "noroc" am avut cu sistemul de navigatie, care ne-a dus incet si sigur pana nicaieri. Drumul s-a tot ingustat dupa aceea drumul nu mai era asfaltat, era drum de caruta, iar intr-un final am ajuns pe un frumos teren cu un parau in fata si o padure dupa. Iarba cat mine de mare si drum nicaieri, dar pe ecran era totusi drum drept inainte, asa ca ne-am intors cu greu si am gasit tot cu ajutorul acestui sistem de navigatie drumul spre autostrada. Ma gandesc acum daca nu cumva acel drum exista si in acte nu doar in harta digitala. Poate ca o fi furat cineva drumul... sau de la prea multa bere au uitat sa-l mai construiasca.
Am mai trecut apoi prin Slovacia, Cehia, Ungaria si am ajuns si noi acasa duminica dupa 10 PM. Ziua urmatoare, la 6 dimineata aveam tren spre Beclean. Ma trezesc cu ochii umflati de oboseala(eu nu am cearcani evidente decat daca imi e fata uda) si plec la gara. Cu niste lei pe care ii mai aveam la mine de cand am plecat din Romania imi cumpar biletul, un Pepsi si nu mai stiu ce mancare. Ajung in Beclean (dupa o calatorie cu discutii binevenite, tipice trenurilor noastre), cobor, iar primul meu gand: sa merg sa schimb niste bani. Prima banca la care ajung: BRD. Coada mare(inainte am coborat si in Cluj cu acelasi scop, dar am intalnit aceeasi situatie), ma grabeam deoarece trebuia sa ajung la inmormantare(stiu ca nu v-am spus a cui) asa ca am iesit. Casa de schimb valutar... nimic altceva in afara de dolari, euro si forinti. La BCR era o atmosfera mai placuta. Imi schimba doamnele de acolo banii dupa ce afla ca sunt coroane daneze. Il sun pe Florin (stiu ca nu v-am spus care :D ) sa vina dupa mine pt ca am terminat. Vine si plecam la Ocnita. Preotul asteptase cam mult pana am ajuns si noi. M-am intalnit cu parintii dupa care a inceput slujba.
Eu cu bunicul din Ocnita (din partea mamei) ne-am vazut doar de 2 ori. Acum, la a treia intalnire il vedeam doar eu cu ochii. A fost cantor la biserica din sat. Cand ne-am intalnit prima data m-a dus la biserica din Ocnita. Aveam 12 ani. Cand ne-am intalnit a doua oara am mers cu dumnealui la biserica din Oradea unde obisnuiam sa merg eu.
In noaptea de dupa inmormantare am dormit la Bistrita, iar in ziua urmatoare am mers cu surioara mea Ioana la bunicii din Nuseni unde am stat pana a doua zi. Nuseniul e satul in care mi-am petrecut cea mai mare parte a copilariei. Sunt superbe dealurile de acolo... si oamenii, gandul acelui sat, amintirea oamenilor... amintirea privirilor senine, libere, amintirea libertatii proprii, sentimentul de casa... Dealul din spatele casei unde stateam si priveam apusurile, unde mi-au venit in minte versurile primei poezii, unde stateam si citeam candva "Avatarii faraonului Tla"... unde avea bunicul via. Acolo era si nucul in care obisnuiam sa ne cataram cand eram mici, merii si prunii. Acolo erau amintirile zilelor de munca la camp. Acolo erau serile linistite in care batranii ieseau "in povesti" pe bancile de pe marginea drumuli, asteptand cireada de vite. Tei... miros de tei si adieri linistite dupa zile de munca. Amintirea clipei e intotdeauna mai pretuita decat clipa.
Am mers apoi pana la manastirea Nicula, motive personale. Am pornit apoi spre Oradea. Am facut o oprire de cateva ore in Cluj doar pentru ca imi place sa ma plimb prin Cluj.
In zilele ce au urmat m-am odihnit si m-am intalnit cu prietenii. In weekend am plecat in Cheile Turzii la catarat. Au fost trasee destul de dificile comparativ cu cele din Suncuius pentru aceleasi notatii, dar, oricum, cu cat e mai dificil un traseu cu atat e satisfactia mai mare cand ajungi in varf. Ar fi urmat apoi sa mergem la festivalul de la Sighisoara, dar in drum spre Sighisoara ni s-a rupt cablul de la pedala d ambreaj. Partea neobisnuita: am facut 230 Km(pana in Oradea), iar Istvan schimba vitezele fara sa mai foloseasca ambreajul(daca cineva crede ca numai la Dacia se pote... se inseala, si la Citroen Xantia se poate daca ii gasesti in fiecare viteza turatiile la care se poate)... treaba destul de grea, dar bine ca era noapte si nu am incurcat traficul. Saptamana urmatoare: plimbari, plimbari, pizza, plimbari... si la urma back to Denmark. Mi-au pierdut cei de la aeroportul din Budapesta bagajul si mi l-au trimis dupa aproape o luna. Imi lipsea MP3 playerul din el, dar mi-am cumparat iPod.
In rest, de atunci: munca si pierdere de vreme.

uneori

cand sunt racit reactionez foarte inefcient la unele lucruri... ce tin in special de gandire... pierd cuvinte, anticipez lent replcile si posibilele reactii ale celor cu care vorbesc... parca as fi beat... tocmai mi-am amintit cum eram cand consumam alcool... e totusi o diferenta... Numai atunci vorbeam coerent fara pauze sesizable intre fraze, gandul mergea dupa un singur fir... totul curgea, nu erau artificii, reactii in lant... oricum dezavantajul era mare, aveam impresia ca devin mai prost... "aveam impresia" ...vorbesc prostii, era evident ca in loc sa ma descurc ma incurcam. Whatever... ce scriu acum sunt doar ganduri intr-un hazard... declansat de prima fraza din acest text. Motivul pentru care priveam in fiecare zi cerul era: asteptam sa vad daca mai sunt acolo sau s-a renuntat la mine... Am fortat astazi un raspuns foarte simplu... si aparent timpul a cam fost de partea mea in a obtine raspunsul. Poate ca ma insel, dar am impresia ca sunt mintit... asa ca eu aleg sa ma intorc in alt sens, poate ca asta se astepta de la mine, dar privind lucrurile intr-un anume fel nu ma deranjeaza. Analogia va fi inteleasa peste scurt timp de catre cine trebuie. Acesta era scopul blogului de astazi.