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Yellow brick road


Slatina might be the new Caracal. For the uninitiated, Caracal is, according to the Romanian urban legends, THE city of blunders. As presumably shown here or here.

Now, as I was minding my own drive, following the yellow brick road so to speak, or for the more conservative of you the road signs, I was lead to Primaverii street. Note to self, to be avoided in the future. Just as I entered the street, taking a left turn I was about to hit a lamppost in the MIDDLE of the road. Literally the middle of the road. Where it not for my excellent reflexes, the city of Slatina might have been in mourning after its eloquent pillar of their street signing slash street lighting system. I have seen poles in the road before, like in Bucharest, but they were somehow more discreet in placing them rather closer to the sidewalk.

Unfortunately, in the after shock of avoiding collision, I could not bring myself to stop the car, turn around and take a picture with my phone cam, now my only working cam.

Also in Slatina, road bumpers go both up and down, meaning one sector of the bumper is bumped, while the other might be a whole in the road.

Drive safely, everybody!




Costinesti, September 2007

For chewing gum lost


Doing 160, kilometers, not miles, on hour, and chewing gum, and being your adorable two left hands that I am… I dropped the gum out of my mouth, accidentally. Rewind. And I was wearing my fav outfit, I am a brand carcass, I know… The horrors, the awe. Then I couldn’t find the debris. Could not find it, could not feel it, could not spot it. Not even when we stopped the car and turned on the lights. Minutes later as I was having drinks with my friends and sharing the miracle slash chewing gum Bermuda Triangle my car is, and we were laughing about it… the chewing gum so to speak resurfaced. Stuck between my wristbands and the cuffs of my long sleeved shirt.

Now the shirt is in the freezer awaiting removal of chewing gum traces.

Shitty situation


Me to a friend: “If you want to ruin my day, make me wake up as early as five or six am.”

Notice my photo choice for today. Looks national dumpster day!

OK, off I go and hit the road, and hopefully nothing else.

Labels


One of the writing techniques they taught us back in school was the continuous flow. Here goes. I assume it’s going to look more like a labels list, than anything else. And it’s only half continuous, as I am doing other stuff too. Films, many movies, My Own Private Idaho, half way through The Incredible watched for the second time, the latest Harry Potter in the theater, old movies, neighborhood movies, no books, A Long Way down taking a long way to be finished, vodka and black berry, you can make it strong, you can drink a lot, vodka takes longer to get out of your body, I am waking up tomorrow at six, I have not prepared anything for my meetings.

Back to regular editing, minutes after. The biggest modern day frustration arises when making the wrong choices and no back up plan actually works. Like when you have n suitors; you will plan something with the most desirable, but when something comes up you will go to the next down the line and so on. Frustration is when get to the end of that line and still no date. That is a plain example of life is a bitch, then you die.

Shopping strikes back

Shopping strikes back like a comma between the subject and the predicate. You can find this, yet another sample of monstrous copyrighting, on the Famous Brands Gallery (”Marca te remarca!”) leaflet.

Hours spent next to the perfume shelves also resulted into the following instant vapor classic of frustration: “I work like a slave, and don’t even have a perfume at home”. And since that was a private conversation and I am in the MM mode (mysterious AND merciful) I won’t reveal the identity of the script writer.

But I am having fun. And a new belt. I know, who cares.

I want you there! she said

If you want to get under my skin, here is how you can do it: star in an internationally awarded movie, invite me to the premiere, seat me front row next to an incredibly sexy hottie. I know, the last one was a bit redundant. You can say all that again. Any ideas as to what I am talking about?

One more hour. To go

This is the take-away of desire, give me one more hour to go.

Yesterday

A day that has passed is way sadder than a day still to come. It was his birthday. Her birthday. Another birthday. A funeral cortege was killed by a truck. Ten kids were left without their parents. I saw it on the news. That is why I don’t do funerals. I don’t do weddings either. Unless I am blackmailed.

For the third time I have tried finding Rondo Capricioso at the bookshop. They had three more copies, but were unable to locate them. I am probably the last person here who has not read the book.

I am trying. I have my questions, I have my words. It’s not a sollution. Dismiss poetry.