Blogger blows your mind in many ways, some of their word verification is quite suggestive. To me, at least. OK, maybe there was nothing better left to do… after exhausting all the RSS feed waiting to be read today.
niuty (cute, could be the name of a little furry animal)
pauaz (well, doable I guess)
krmrncxmm (inconceivable)
myory (possessive)
hivuazen (zen, what else?)
bjtjy (soundy, if you can pronounce it)
Read more about the amazing finds of this research.
It’s one of the regular mistakes of some people learning English, when they have an aversion of grammar and “theory” or they prefer to ignore simple explanations. But let’s be clear, we’re not passing judgment on anybody here. To me, it’s just an indication on how we need our musts reinforced, be it sometimes by a preposition.
That should serve as introduction for a little piece of my own, we’ll call “You must”.
You must 
to (!) be secure, not arrogant, mature, not young or old, playful, not playing with me, complex, not complicated, spoil me without spoiling me and I will do the same, make me feel independent, not alone.
Violent language and revenge. This is what I have received in the mail. Someone I have met is threatening to do something bad to someone I know and suggests I could let the person know. I am trying to be Zen about it and I am not going to do warn the third party. It’s probably just part of the plan to build some extra tension, and since there is no concrete mention of anything there is hardly anything anyone can do to prevent “anything”. So my reply was “Stop being childish, leave me out of this, I am sure you will do it yourself”. Am I doing the right thing? What do you think?
I have inteviewed
Medeea Marinescu and shook hands with
Cecilia Barbora. Spoken with people in Washington and London.
I have been invited and I have attended the Romanian premiere of
“A fost sau n-a fost”, where I have heard one of the most beautiful and funny introductions. Delivered on stage by
Lucian Pintilie, who said “
Cornel (Porumboiu) ballances between Cehov and Beckett”. I have shared the room with
Luminitza Gheorghiu,
Andrei Plesu,
Mihai Tatulici and Tudor Chirila, and chit-chatted
Irina Margareta Nistor (again!).
Coca Bloos passed by me, turned to me, recognized me, smiled to me and said “Good evening”. Prior to that I saw a man in a red-white-blue training outfit talking outloud to himself, like people would when they are on handsfree. Only he wasn’t. He was making fun of a guy with a phrancophone id to his neck, saying “he has the collors of the netherlands around his neck, I wonder why”, which I though was both odd and funny. I saw the security team accompanying the
Stradivarius. (Get it? accompanying…) and I had a secret tete-a-tete with Vava.
Some days have the consistency of years.
Cleo Stratan is playing “Ghitza” in my brains. It’s that bad!
Ok, guys, look closer. Those Chisinau people are really our blood brothers.
There are still some amazing things. I mean, in spite of all the training one goes through not to be amazed.
So where have my Energy jeans been today? Mingling with five hundred a piece suits. They were pretty amazed, but also relaxed, stuffing them bottom cheeks with shrimp, spinach amuse-bouche and really small mici. Been saying all the wrong things, I mean, no blunder, but no diplomatic talk either. Chit chat. My Energy jeans were the king of chit chat. Those who master the chit chat shall inherit the world, I say! And then, all of the sudden, my jeans got tired and let themselves out when nobody seemed to be paying attention. They have sent an sms on their way out. It read “So i left”. My jeans returned to normal, no movie tonight, they just laid there in the car, laid back, listening to Cafe del Mar for an hour or so before actually moving their ass to the supermarket. My jeans are a bit under the weather. Energy drained.
The rather ugly and boring reason I have been away last week is
here.
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