
Hello, everybody. Here I am in Miami. It is 3 a.m. and I am pretty much synchronized with the other side of the world. That is me keeping a busy double-folded working schedule on both sides of the Atlantic. By the way, I would like to introduce my new Canon EOS and to say they have mosquitoes in the lobby of the Marriott. I do not feel covered by my new fancy flip-flops from GAP.


Or getting to van Gogh. Don’t worry there is no connection other than the fact I think the Dutch guy was and still is cool. So here I am in the lobby. The Internet is floating all around me. The wireless nation, I am their leader and its people. Some music is loud in my ear. I am not bothered. Maybe a little hungry again. A frail impression that nothing can touch me tries to build itself into a solid self. No matter how remote everything seems, I know a thousand things might make me sorry, down that hill into the valley of shadows. Like the thousand degrees outside. The only tangible thing is this beginning of hunger, slightly itching, I could even trick it away into total disregard. I have always though it is better to be slightly hungry than to be completely full. A big leather armchair embraces me lovingly with its distinctive smell, while the hotel guests slide in the background with their little lives of no concern to me. Not today. I am at the end of the world, I sit on a cool edge, my legs hanging and banging into a hot abyss of hot air. I know somebody loves me. Even if somebody is snappy on the phone, or even unavailable, even if roaming is highly overrated. I am the king of the world, contemplating the clash between America and the rest of the world: powerful air conditioning alters perception. So I wrap myself into my warm jumper, it’s a set with the cool atmosphere and I wait for IT to happen. I am a nice and enjoyable bud of contradictions, both inside and out. My love is distant, firm, almighty, delicate. I am deeply in love. It is a precision mechanism and it works just fine. Do you hear me?


A bit of peace following the hectic last days. I am in a cool large room in Miami, almost pampered in quite comfortable. I am reminded again in their world I am luxury social case. From my window, full air condition blowing, I suspect the heated atmosphere outside is literally rolling over the construction crew earning their day’s pay under the sun. It is Sunday. They are to their knees in a mire trying to lay a huge foundation for a big complex. I am one hundred percent detached from the scene, it just has something beautiful and unreal.
You would be pleased to know I have been a good boy, not fooling around at all. I even missed the gay parade in DC. The fever of shopping. Yeah, I got a little bit too carried away. Now I am contemplating personal bankruptcy. Or large loans. Or both. I am afraid I am becoming more and more American by the hour. I just missing the credit card and a true accent. Even as I am writing a can spot the tall mall within walking distance from the hotel. Should I give my GAP flip-flops a go? I will, because I am starving and I should avoid the restaurant in the hotel as much as possible. Saving, saving, saving.
For my birthday I have been surrounded mainly by people who don’t really know me, but everybody has been extra nice. I have been wined and dined, and presented presents. I guess I am nice too. Really! there is no other explanation for this display of friendliness. I wish I could take some pictures with this new me. Well, old, or at least older me, but it is funny how other’s perception makes us glow or quite the opposite. I honoured the birthday with chocolate cake treat and tiramisu for colleagues and dinner out with friends. There were only two big shadows over the post-birthday period. One I am not going to talk about for personal reasons, the other is related to my new camera. Yes, I’ve got it! Canon Digital Rebel XT! I feel quite disabled at present with it, but it will come in time. I am just learning about it shortcuts, settings, possibilities. And missing a great deal of pictures I might add. The moment, in photography. But it was not that, but the fact that my camera would go off once I was pressing the shutter button.

to me, me, me, me
This has been the longest of my birthdays. I could also celebrate it yesterday, based on the time zone of Romania.
So, buy me presents
I promise I will also do that myself ![]()