I mean, traffic is back in town. You know it when … leave your car at five minute walking (I am a fast paced walker)… some hysterical jack finds the horn while waiting at the traffic light… you find it normal to find yourself stopped in the middle of the crossroad… you called Vava last week and she still has not returned the call.
Stardom is when you do whatever it is that you do and you get paid more than what people are paying to see whatever it is that you do.
That being said, I am definitely a star (not!). The thing is I am going to be dancing on a stage for an audience. As you might already know, I don’t usually do this for a living. But it is an experience. It is called 100% Dance, and it happens this Thursday, starting 10 PM at CNDB. See me there.
Sometimes I need to scribble my days, like I am loosing an essential little something otherwise. It’s a phobia rather than a feeling. So here goes yesterday: laptop wrestling took all day, I need a laptop tamer, late afternoon I have finally succeeded in to install and dial the damn EDGE connection, I swear I need to switch from Windows, borrowed money in a hurry from M and ran home to pay expenses, then landed in dustland, tried to do a little something, somehow managed to undust the bedroom, the rest of the house is heavily engrossed and awaiting Ms. Ionescu, then had a long discussion that tired me pretty much like fights with T used to, then I ran to the rehearsal, where I was late but not that late, there is always someone “later” than me, it’s a major trick of survival in the urban jungle; it was almost time to turn back into a pumpkin, read midnight, you Cinderella freaks, when return home, admired the badly parked cars in my neighborhood, I so often need to rant about my neighbours’ parking skills and how I have to rove for hours feels like, that I never do it anymore, rant, not rove. Midnight daily chores performed, I decide to take advantage of the running hot water, see the episode early in the morning the same day, and soaked like crazy. Pondered about stardom and being single, as separate issues. At this point I turned on the beast, read laptop, thinking I might post about the return to communist past, read my visit to Chisinau, or about Gramos’ meme, but actually ended sleeping under the warmth of the processor roar with the music and lights on. And that was my day. Forgot to manage the oddity of having naked windows. And about 100 observation posts across at close enough range.
Happily reporting from Otopeni, on my way to the island of music. It’s been quite a hectic endeavor so far. managed to do pretty much everything on my to do list, the rest will be fixed by a couple of calls later. I don’t have Vava’s cam, I have Mazi’s. I don’t have batteries, so we’ll see about the pictures. Last time the camera played tricks on me because of the batteries.
So, I woke up, not feeling rested nor 100% up to it, missing a piece of luggage, now I have a monster one. It contains my tent, mattress and sleeping bag, among other personal items under the same “roof”. So I started to score and check one thing after the other on my list, and one moment I was thinking I cannot possibly make it, the other, oh yeah sure I will. I included here the daily internet procrastination, no coffee mug this time.
The house was left devastated… not a nice place to return as such, but I will have to do something about that as I am due another interview on Sunday. At home this time, the other was in the office.
A last word of warning, never say never. Just when I was releasing a sigh “Finally I am on my way to the airport, and I should make it in time”, somebody’s car had a minor explosion. For a couple of seconds I saw myself running to railway station… Again, not really up to it.
Low cost is low cost, a check-in was a min-nightmare, but I am really on my way to the departure gate, so what can stop me now? I don’t remember where my anti-fever pills are, so maybe a sneaky virus. Hope not.
Finally, within the entire madness, T has sent the sweetest sms “Drive carefully”. Well, I didn’t have to. I miss you, and maybe my flight too if I linger long enough.
Zbyes!
A 19 year old, or whatever, might think youth is for ever. I remember I so wanted to get out of it. But I am confronted. I am becoming the sad old philosopher who thinks about it because he cannot do it. Anymore. I am not that sad. I am amused by the fact that everybody is going to loose theirs sometime.
Saw Reconstruction. Would need to see it again to fully grasp it, if that is even possible. A refreshing break. Serve slightly chilled with Pinot Noir from Purcari, smoked cheese, nuts and friends on the sofa.
Word is I am drinking too much. I’ve started it.
Busy schedule for the weekend: Palm Sunday open air fairs, closing the project with the call operators, dinner at Vava’s, maybe dancing. Tomorrow early morning call from my landlord, then opera and theater combo.
You think it’s the three little piggies? Nope! I thought they were the three monkeys, you know,
the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil monkeys. But no. It’s a football player in a suit, a devastated crack addict singer and everyman. I laughed and laughed. This was at
CND.
Then we went to Underlondon. Mazi’s got the VIP passes, again, and I am always ready for a piggyback ride. (By the way, according to Wikipedia, it does come from pick a back)
LATER EDIT: the piggy pic is from CND’s site and not mine. T has got the working permit.
Clearing the fridge of last year’s history…
Bash. Have I seen this?
Elena Baguci on the cover of Tabu. Been to the seaside for the Fat Boy Slim and Tabu’s special on bars and clubs.
Horrid postcard. Won’t give details. Been on the fridge for less then two weeks now.
Pirates of the Caribbean. Deadman’s Chest. Good. Next?
Anim’est teaser and Anim’est. Missed it.
Blue woman hand washing. Acrylic on paper. Trinidad. I was just passing through what appeared to be the Swiss of the Caribbean.
Postcard for AIDS’ Day. T’s idea of a present card.
Paris. Paris Hilton. Wtf?!?
Achtung Zebra. Yellow on black, like the contrast, can’t remember where I picked it up. Read on the back: Vienna. Duh!
The Mission bracelet. See above about Baguci.
Depeche Mode’s Touring Angel. Wow.
Heat ticket. Lavelle in Oradea. Not only that.
Solo on line. Vava. National Theater Festival. Cried.
Fat Boy Slim ticket.
Billy Idol ticket.
Fusion presents summer school. Summer party 
Silent disco. Nicole’s birthday. Missed it. The silent disco, not the birthday party.
My pics in Timeout. vava.
L’oubli. Vava.
Laetitia Carton’s open letters. Loved them. Missed the exhibition. Hilarious.
Paul van Dyk. Missed it.
Fat Boy Slim. Again. Been there once.
Final Fantasy. VII. Are you sure it’s final?
A fost sau n-a fost. I was there.
Placebo. Sure!
Me on the InfoBrit cover. And twenty more people…
Romanian National Museum of Art. I should go there more often.
Joaquin Cortes. Body. Dance. Attitude. I only had a problem with the attitude part.
Buena Vista - The Havana Lounge. Party like you are sixty something.
TmBase after party exclusive. OK, this was late 2005.
Legaturi bolnavicioase. Not sick at all.
Cesaria. Evora. Face to face.
Last night, an old show I saw for the first time. Knowing the process, it made me cry. Powerfull shit, you know. Took pictures with JF’s camera.
I have inteviewed
Medeea Marinescu and shook hands with
Cecilia Barbora. Spoken with people in Washington and London.
I have been invited and I have attended the Romanian premiere of
“A fost sau n-a fost”, where I have heard one of the most beautiful and funny introductions. Delivered on stage by
Lucian Pintilie, who said “
Cornel (Porumboiu) ballances between Cehov and Beckett”. I have shared the room with
Luminitza Gheorghiu,
Andrei Plesu,
Mihai Tatulici and Tudor Chirila, and chit-chatted
Irina Margareta Nistor (again!).
Coca Bloos passed by me, turned to me, recognized me, smiled to me and said “Good evening”. Prior to that I saw a man in a red-white-blue training outfit talking outloud to himself, like people would when they are on handsfree. Only he wasn’t. He was making fun of a guy with a phrancophone id to his neck, saying “he has the collors of the netherlands around his neck, I wonder why”, which I though was both odd and funny. I saw the security team accompanying the
Stradivarius. (Get it? accompanying…) and I had a secret tete-a-tete with Vava.
Some days have the consistency of years.
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