A truckload of trouble
I feel like an old collectors scratching through my odds and ends. What should I offer you today?
Oh, here you are!
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Wondering wanderings
I wander. So does the thought. Is this why they say “wondering”? Let me tell you, if that is the reason, it just confuses pupils trying to learn English. Of course, this is a false argument meant to help me escape, once more, from the daily disappointments and confrontations. Maybe I should focus on philosophy. But it doesn’t pay the bills. It just doesn’t pay. This post is going nowhere fast. Both it and I are stuck here. Wandering. Wondering.
I wish I could make fun of this pensive mood. Which reminds of the daffodils. Which means Wordsworth. Who I am not. But I wish I was wordsworthy.
Greetings from Miercurea Ciuc.
Me
By myself? Left alone? Bored? Deserted? Sunny? Singled out? Supporting? Waiting?
Sunday trip to the lake
We have been at the lake, to
Mogosoaia. After cosmic wanderings and wrong turns, not necessarily in that order, we managed to arrive when the place was literally closing. But in the best of lights.
A different angle
I used to park my car on the right hand sidewalk, hence passing over the collapsing road, but I started avoiding the place all together for fear of becoming the guy with the red car at the five o’clock news.
Road to hell, or at least closer
Downtown Bucharest one of the little holes gets deeper after a car-size portion of a main boulevard actually sank some centimeters a day everyday for a week until last night it collapsed. My only regret is I don’t have a picture aux naturelle. As such, it looks like the excavator dug it. In a similar case, a street at the periphery has also been known to actually safari-trap a fireman vehicle some time ago.
Igloo and Cluj
A sort of a
preview. Actually the spread layout looks totally different. But hey, this is all I have now. Oh, there is nothing online just yet, and I don’t know if they plan it will ever be.
Then Pinocchio called to say my Vava poster is all over the walls in Cluj. OK, I thought.
And, in an attack of self-adoration, I have nominated myself at
Photobloggies. Not in all categories. Maybe I should’ve nominated
Chad and
Desolation Angel, but I was too blinded. Well, at least I have not nominated myself at all the categories…
I am done with errors, I am done, with errors
Spring is here. I feel like running away. For a while. Two projects keep me at work with lots to do. I have been to
Omara Portuondo’s concert the other day but didn’t find the time to post about it. I do now: fantastic. St. Patrick’s concert last night, followed by a reception at the Hilton.
Somebody had a crush on my.
I had a weird dream.
Thinking to start writing. Again.
Cold
This winter relapse really gets me down.
Old byline
I too like to think I stay crunchy in milk, but I have never tried it because basically I suspect the milk gets kinda sticky after a while.
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