T0p D0g Reloaded

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.

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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.

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Let me put my dancing shoes and do a joy dance. Oh, wait, I don’t have dancing shoes. Oh well.

Here and more particularly here (yes, do scroll down, all the way down, thank you)

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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.

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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.

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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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