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Over-simplification

I am looking at this dog of mine and trying to remember how many times in the past two months I caught myself explaining to others her puppy-readiness to explore. Jumping on complete strangers, begging for affection, drinking from the puddle, chasing garbage on the ground, playing with the dogs that ignore her, running tail-between-’hind-legs from the dogs chasing her to play, and generally chewing her way through ~~her~~ our early life (I hope!). And I have been using a Romanian common saying, “not everything that’s flying can be eaten too”…

And this morning I was reading a comment on a friend’s blog, that prompts me thinking about translations, among other things, and I have decided in a flash I’d oversimplify this saying gladly to illustrate, again, me. Not everything is flying.

Tags: Tisa, always late in a hurry, cold, my life as a dark comedy and the plot thickens, state of mind needs good governance, stingoo by monsoux
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Race you to nowhere

And I am going to win ’cause I’ve got a head start. I have been angry, and sad, and envious, and totally unproductive.

Tags: Bucharest, a picture a day, cold, mixing like crazy by monsoux
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This is for the one I loved

I don’t feel like writing much. Not after I have touched Stipe (no, he didn’t touch me back!). Great day yesterday, with Roisin Murphy and the Swedish Royal Ballet. Pretty amazing dance selection at this festival. So what can top eight well built perfect smooth-movers? Nine, of course. If you didn’t get it, I am talking about the Belgian and Swedish dancers.

I was just getting the hang of this, and here we are at the end of it. Maybe I get to tell you how this last day unfolds. Cheers!

Tags: cold, irl, jukebox treasures, my Sziget by monsoux
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These days I am making peace

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.

Tags: GayFest, I am what I am and I will survive, Simon says, a picture a day, always late in a hurry, cold, deep-pressed, dog tired, on the road, sometimes I remember my dreams by monsoux
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Odd

It’s cold, my nose is dry. A text woke me at five something. It was a thank you reply to a message I’ve sent sometime yesterday. Plus somebody’s birthday, which was yesterday, sends me into the past right now. Only on the screen of my PDA. I have hardly done any of the work I had planned to complete over the weekend. Have I mentioned it’s cold?

Tags: annoyed, cold, mixing like crazy, rantrantrant, sick of being sick by monsoux
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Snow

It calmed down the hysterical traffic and less to none horns could be heard. Cars were like tip-toeing. I was lagging behind, the calmest of all and well tired, taking my time in the heated seat, in the music of the perfect car sound system, with my license plates from not around here. The occasional traffic bully would recklessly speed by. I guess snow doesn’t work on everybody, reminding me of those daddy’s boys, their girlfriends authentically impressed or just scared shitless next to them in the front seat, beginners drivers with an edge cutting sharp through the night and traffic lights. Daddy’s paid for the car, daddy’s gonna pay for the scratch too, unless that scratch is fatal.