Coming back to Buch we saw a bunch of piglets on the side of the road somewhere near Horezu. He, of course, has immediately declared we should stop and get them. As pets. And it’s now recurrently surfacing every now and then, to our mutual amusement: “Baby, go back. I want my piggy!”
Other then that, I am in limbo in so many ways it’s hard to count. Yeap, for the moment I can only count on credit. Being a hobo sucks!
First of all, I am getting a that new job. Almost like in Christmas getting it. It’s starting to dawn on me. Yeap. I’m getting it.
Secondly, my external WD harddisk, otherwise Apple ready mind you, has started to work! For no reason. Just like that. It’s been like totally invisible until now, for the past months. My boyfriend has simply plugged it in, after I noticed earlier that we have similar hardware (hey! There is no pun! None. Whatsoever!). I am almost afraid to unplug it now. What if it decides to stop working? It’s been a while and several trial-and-error, but mostly error, as i was saying. Well, he, my boyfriend, says he just plugged it in. I ask: is there a certain way, like a ritual, he performed? Let me quickly post a picture to prove my joy and I’ll keep you posted if it works tomorrow as well. Certain friends might want to remember trying to convince it to work. That was the last time we were all gathered around my Mac like it was the camp fire.
Let the Chateau Teleky-Villany Merlot-Pinot Noir pour! For the second day! Oh, I have to replenish my wine stock. The wonderful things!
So what do you do if you get a bug in your computer? IN not ON. A real live stock bug, not a Trojan or other equally nasty e-stuff.
It happens in Romania, somewhere in the Land of Dracula. A bug got inside my boyfreind’s laptop through the USB port. The initial mortification of my better half was quickly followed by frustration and hatred. After a couple years of peaceful cohabitation in his cockroach infested apartment, this has been it. Eternal wrath is to be unleashed, my boyfriend swears. Especially since he was under some pressing deadlines of working online. But cockroach still inside the laptop remains switched off for fear of frying the motherboard.
A trip to the local service is being planned, as we speak.
I confess I have been occasionally rofling during our phone conversation. I even suggested using the blow drier or the ancient “smoke them out” technique.
There is nothing like the sun in your windows after love making.
There is nothing like breakfast and a pot of coffee made with love. And lunch. And dinner. You know, like regular meals.
There is nothing like checking your Internet vitals in the smell of chocholate cake from the owen.
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.
It’s “so far, so good”, instead of “sooo good, so far”. There are a lot of reasons for that. Like the fact the one of the guard monkeys grabbed my arm. I say learn English, learn some manners, then get paid to be a bodyguard. Anyways, nothing serious. Some of the festival staff is really good and effective. Like the guy who apologized for the guard.
So that would explain why I have started drinking beer as early as ten something in the morning. Or wouldn’t it?
Can I complain about the dust. About the little motorinoes? They are everywhere, inserting themselves in every little space available. I am talking both about the dust and the little motor bikes. Since there is nothing much I can do about the dust, I thought of just pushing the riders as they pass me by. Criminal instinct, huh?
So yesterday was the first busy day. Kaiser Chiefs made my day. “That’s a nice one, BUCHAREST”. The Romanian crowd was ecstatic. The Hungarians were like “What was that? Neah”. So that was the highlight of a day that included, dozing in the ambient tent, excellent music and sound, a indie-underground American movie and a discussion with it’s director in the Magic Mirror, The graffiti artist - don’t bother unless you don’t have anything else better, the quite electric Fanfara Tirana, and the funny Finish unpronounceable Alamaailman Vasarat, a bit hard to digest in terms of music, but very humorous intros to their pieces, Kaiser Chiefs as you know them, Jamiroquai impaired by their own live sound, so we moved next door to Bob Marley’s son. You remember the cute little Ky-Mani? He is all grown up now.
The cherry on the pie was Szivkov Aleksszandr 6 minute dance. Great, entertaining, well-done, perfect moves and his body is a bonus. On the same occasion we watched another performance, that made us want to leave the room and move forward. Some tunisian guy, speaking French, of course, using a wheel chair. The dancing was good, but the piece was all together too long and “artistic”. We ended the night in a jazz note. Rhoda Scott is an American artist that plays an instrument that’s a cross between a piano and an organ and she does it with all her soul. Plus she had help from this incredible drum player. Makes me wanna be like that when I am older.
My twenty minutes are almost up. See you soon.
LATER EDIT: Thanks to Hotnews for linking me.
I woke up to this.
And then tossed myself back to bed.
We made love and dumplings, fried and boiled. I got lost into his cuteness. And we watched Kathy Griffin’s My life on D list. I slept a lot, most of which into his arms, and he in mine. I have also cleaned his keyboard, teased him about that and loved him nevertheless.
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