T0p D0g Reloaded

Lay, linger, and lie down. This is what I have been doing for most part yesterday. In various positions, in various locations.

The day started to pick up on the tempo once I went to the Tarot Labyrinth. Long line, worth the while. The only concert we have planned for was Jambalaya. But for lack of anything better to do, we had to listen to Olveti BB. It would not end. Plus the guy did not have a voice. It was painful like an orgasm that does not come. The kind of band who enjoys playing, but should do it at home, for friends. Jambalaya, instead, was everything and more. They are Hungarian, but I suspect they were from New Orleans in previous life. Very very good. Then it was Mory Kante, with his Yeke Yeke anniversary tour, and the Roma tent with French Roma craziness, the good kind. Unfortunately we could not attend to the very end to either, because we had other plans. And these eight wonders of the world are from Belgium: Compagnie Thor d’Orient. A dance I am glad I have not missed. Manly, erotic, and homosexual. Beautifully choreographed, extraordinary lit, well staged, it was a joy to the senses. When it was over I felt I can go to bed without regrets. I have seen a true performance.

Again my minutes are up, I have not checked my messages, and, you guessed it, I am at a Hungarian keyboard. See you tomorrow. Roisin Murphy, Serj Tankian, Enzo Avitabile and Bottari, and REM are waiting.

Tags: Budapest, Jesse, Richard Clayderman, happy, jukebox treasures, my Sziget by monsoux
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The truth is evident.

Tags: Simon says, a picture a day, happy by monsoux
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I am finally fully identifiable and documented, driver’s license and all.

Quite impressive their new headquarters for relations with the public. They even had a nicely cosmopolitan electronic system for queuing and a working air conditioning. What was partly missing? A sidewalk.

I left through the countryside-like dust. But I am happy.

Tags: Bucharest, happy, rantrantrant by monsoux
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When you’re born you’re zero years old. Then you turn one year old. Therefore the birthday celebrates the year that has passed, not the one that’s coming. Maybe this is, sometime, the annoying thing with birthdays. They measure what’s gone. In other words I have been 34 the entire year behind me. I didn’t have a problem with 33, 30 was fine. At 25 I took pride in being a quarter of a century into the world. So what do I make of 34? Maybe like they do in buildings and planes, when they skip 13. 34 can be my 13. By the way, I don’t have a problem with 13. So, it’s settled then. I am going on 35.

I am writing about this because I had the worse sleep last night, hot flashes and all. For the first time I have heard my neighbour’s bed screeching. How awkward is that?! And pretty much all the noises going around in my block of flats. Veve’s called just as I managed to fall asleep, and the ring scared the living light out of me. She was having a beer in my honour. Thank you Plus the spoilers. It looks like a lot of people were afraid to miss my birthday and I kept receiving happy birthday wishes in advance. Oh well, I will try to live deal with it.

As for my new life, I have set my alarm for seven and woke up at six. A.M. Without it. Is that a sign or what?

In other news, the best present has just woke up and kissed me. I am happy.

Tags: Jesse, Valentina, apple blogging now, driving everybody crazy since 1974, happy, nothing bad can touch me, shameless self promotion by monsoux
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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.

Tags: Bucharest, ITCHY and dry, Kylie, a picture a day, always late in a hurry, apple blogging now, dog tired, happy, jukebox treasures, mixing like crazy, nothing bad can touch me, work works by monsoux
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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.

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.

Tags: I am what I am and I will survive, I'm in love, ITCHY and dry, Jesse, Romerican, a picture a day, always late in a hurry, apple blogging now, bloguette007, happy, jukebox treasures, mixing like crazy by monsoux
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It’s actually happening. I am live mobile blogging on my brand new let’s call it Appy. That’s short endearing term for Apple MacBook. MINE! On its back it has a tattoo that says “Look at me, I am the big shining light”. That shines in the dark. In the shape of an apple. I am happy. I am gonna push that button now :D 

Tags: Romerican, apple blogging now, happy by monsoux
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What a day! It turns out we are TB free. And the package was delivered.

Tags: Jesse, Simon says, a picture a day, happy, revising the draft by monsoux
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This is what one gets 6 am -ish. Today, on my window. Maybe I should get up this early more often.

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Mmm, neah.

Tags: a picture a day, always late in a hurry, happy, home is not a hotel, on the road, work works by monsoux
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When you wake up and your face looks like a Charlie Chaplin shoe, you obviously have no clue still. When you don’t manage to obtain coffee from the coffee machine because you have errr forgotten to add water previously, you have just messed with your coffee bathroom cycle. When you go for the new bathroom breakfast coffee cycle, it’s also because you have attempted to pour milk from an unsealed tetra pack. You have a full fledged breakfast. That in itself is a wonder, considering the numerous intermediary actions required in order to achieve such excellency. By now you have your eyes wide open, you brain starts to unravel. You consider writing a rant and posting it. You have your final confirmation, when you read the following spam “you have drank yourself to death and considered it”. Visionary! Where are the days of Viagra, Cialis and plain Nigerian scams? I ask.

Tags: Barcelona, Simon says, a picture a day, always late in a hurry, amused, annoyed, brilliant questions have no answers, happy, irl, my life as a dark comedy and the plot thickens, rantrantrant by monsoux
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