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The fast highway to nowhere

highway dogOh, that’s nothing like getting nowhere fast. I knew exactly where I was headed, to see my boyfriend. The only thing that prevented me from getting there was the 3 kilometers line of cars on both lanes at the exit from our magnificent highway to Pitesti, the first highway of our beautiful but inhabited dumb country. Three hours on a 100 kilometer highway! Driving in Romania sucks increasingly. Police mostly seat on their ass. They don’t even have doughnuts. Common sense is science fiction. Drivers are impolite, to use an euphemism. And roadworks are omnipresent and frozen. After being stuck on the highway, where I made friends with the dog featured in the picture, by the way, what is a dog doing on the highway anyway?! I was stuck at the eternal traffic light where part of the road is literally going down the drain, so, instead of immediately consolidating what’s left, they simply shut down one lane, turning a two way street into an alternating one way. I lost count of road accidents and police cars and ambulances, there were at least two major catastrophes. Do I wonder, with all the BMW drivers driving up my ass over legal speed limit? Like way over speed limit. Now I DO drive over speed limit. I also try to use my brains. Or with the “king of the road” Logans? I won’t even go into the stuff I have actually seen secured strapped on the roof of various vehicles. I would start a collection if that wouldn’t be dangerous, taking pictures while driving that is.

Finally, our correspondent is happily reporting from Medias. At the end of a seven hour drive that takes about four hours on a good day. The things I do for love.

I almost forgot. After the highway of deadly boredom and wait, I have been driving behind a truck through Svaitzerland. Svaitzerland is pretty similar to Elbonia, only the cracks and holes go deeper.

Odd restaurants

Taking advantage that my site is up, because you never know when your bandwidth can be exceeded, let me tell you a few things about “my” restaurants.

The “first” one is “an old one”, meaning that I wanted to write about it for a very long time now because of the bill at the Chinese restaurant, “’round the corner” for les conaisseurs, which literally lists the courses like this: E02, G02, G05, B12, C01, F01, water, Prigat, Pepsi. Enjoy!

The “second” one is the most expensive, well, my most expensive. A sort of all you can eat, only about 30 dollars per person. It’s called Churrascaria Carnivore and their wireless was not working when we were there.

If after Churrascaria I could barely move (read roll to the taxi), at Unirea’s food court shushi place I had the most expensive fast food. In my life. Half the price compared to the above mentioned, but my stomach was not even half full. More like half fool.

Now, let’s move to the Middle East. Not literally, only culinary. Both places I am talking about have an improvised decor, but the food was delicious. First one on my list Coin Vert, at the more expensive end, about 2o dollars, worth every penny, even for the service. The “second” one is Abu-Abdu, the final reason for these lines you’ve been reading. I was there last night for the first time. The food was excellent and the service passable, that is if you don’t mind eating in a cantina like atmosphere under the hawk eyes of the supervisor who literally has his desk in the “restaurant”. The fauna was remote and friendly and neighbourhood like. It’s right next door to my place, so I can picture myself there sometime soon

Now, credit goes to fellow bloggers who make me join them at times and get out of the house: vvritz, high low profile, was Transilvania and the nice co., the terribly late one, his gayness, the one and only. Thank you , I’ve had a great time every time.

Energie sandals

My Energie sandals are true rain machines. Remember the curse of the white pants? It’s either you have a very good memory, or I just give you the link. I have not been wearing my white pants in a while, but I had various fashionista trials with the said sandals. Yesterday it was the first time they failed to bring rain. There was only a drop in temperature.

This has been only an introduction to my true moaning and mourning. My allergy has not left me. Work still doesn’t work. And unfortunately other things in my life started to copy that pattern. I am talking about my Facebook account, my external hard disk, my project partners and a few other stuff.

On the bright side I have met with I-have-turned-in-my-resignation-within-my-first-eight-hours-at-work-and-of-course-I’ll-tell-you-why (and how) expert, the Stingo. Also, now I can print. In fact I have printed. My Apple based printing is irresistible.

Oh. And if at any time today you meet with a red bright light, don’t worry, it might be the spot on exactly the center of my forehead. It’s so eighties, for me.

I shine in the dark, I shine in the light

Dull

Have I ever been so paralyzed with indecision, fear and depression? I don’t remember. It’s happy hour for unpleasant cocktails. Only you have to drink and pay too.

Shoe in the sink

Ironic Man on trafic

With everybody  forcing, something’s gotta’ give. Give up.

Confrontation

Do I have to stick to what I say I am? Do I stick to what I say I am? Do you see the difference between the two? Being out is a confrontation with myself first and then with the others.

Begonia

These days I am making peace

Roma tin foil roof in Dolj, January 2008

Definitely depressed. The weather, the allergy, everything makes me tired. Not enough sleep, everything seems indeed like an effort. Satisfactions run fast by to quickly fade and make way to problems. I am tired of being late with everything. It’s that need for a clean slate, because everything on your plate now is just too much, too greasy and too getting cold. Not too sure what the future has in store. Happiness is the now, not in the wish. Truly happy people don’t have wishes, but I guess it’s only a matter of expectations and perception.

In my dream this morning we were picknicking on the occasion of a gayfest. We were also being awarded a prize for a website. I am sure it was a dream, because (1) I am currently unable picknick, (2) the gayfest was in fact a harvest celebration in the countryside, the parade was a happy marathon through villages, and the villagers were all in aw and wonder; also it took place somewhere in Transilvania, I could tell by the villagers’ accent, and (3) you cannot be awarded a prize for a project you have not completed.

Yesterday I was advised to wear a protection helmet at the march, but I think the only head gear I am bringing is my brains.

I have

I have worked until past eleven in the night, dropped the flower pot, taken the wine, parked the car in tight spot, organized my mail, backed-up my now “late laptop”, gone to bed early in the morning, figured how to set my mail client and re-size and retouch pictures. I give you the new MacMe.

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GayFest 2008 in Bucharest

It’s that time of the year. I am curious to see how many of you will be there, and where exactly. The overzealous should buy their own ripe tomatoes. They stain, but they would be a more civilized option to the more hardcore “stone option”.

Anyways, here is the official page, the programme (in Romanian only), and the web review.

Cheers!

Can my new Mac do things for me?

Like instead of me? Like call Romer!can. Like write a post on how outraged I am about the lack of promotion for GayFest (that starts tomorrow). Like ask Mazi why she switched her blog to private. Like how much I enjoy listening to Kenneth Bager.

I am overwhelmed. I have also had an almost near death allergy situation this morning. Send me your money and good wishes. Thank you.

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LATER EDIT: The ill repute Windows/Picasa habits die hard. I am still fighting, but it’s both frustrating and funny to post a picture the size of the above. I promise to get better real soon.