Expanded Lucidity

Suna cunoscut? O poveste despre succesul colindelor romane in filmele Bollywood

2011-11-29T12:37:00.001Z

Se apropie Craciunul! Yey!

Eu am sa fiu la lucru intr-un restaurant din Londra! Buuu!

Dar asta nu inseamna ca nu ma pot gandi si eu la Sarbatori, mai ales cand acestea isi fac prezenta tot mai simtita, de exemplu restaurantul de stil portughez si-a schimbat muzica de fundal de la versiuni portugheze la melodii Coldplay si Franz Ferdinand la versiuni portugheze la colinde americane, ca deh, mandrie culturala.

Dar nu de la acele melodii mi s-a trezit mie dorul de Craciun. Multi angajati sunt de origine Asiatica (Indieni, Bengali, Pakistanezi etc) si isi aduc propriile contributii la diversitatea culturala. Iar intr-o zi cand doi dintre ei fredonau o melodie de pe meleagurile lor (care suna destul de asemanator cu manelele noastre, doar ca doza de kitsch si de sintetizatoare e abia perceptabil mai mica), m-a lovit acel sentiment nesuferit cand ceva iti pare foarte cunoscut dar nu sti de unde. Abia cand au pus melodia pe playerul din bucatarie cand mi-am dat seama de unde o stiu. Si pur si simplu am simtit nevoia sa impart si cu voi aceasta descoperire:

Sune cunoscut? Dar nu sti chiar de unde? Sa-ti dau un indiciu:

Pam-pam!

Da, Bollywood a reusit sa ia asta:

Si sa o transforme in asta:

Talent dom'le, talent!

Poate noi singuri am impins lucrurile in directia asta. Sigur trebuie sa fie o varianta manea de la melodia asta, si daca nu, nici varianta asta nu pare a fi la un pas prea mare departare de la Teri Meri Peri:

Eh, nu avem ce face. Melodia e un succes imens in India si tarile aferente, muzicianul e laudat, si nimeni nu va recunoaste ca melodia e furata (cu exceptia romanilor care se plang pe youtube). Tot ce ne ramane de facut e sa punem pariuri care e urmatoarea colinda care va fi Bollywoodizata: O, ce veste minunata?, Trei Pastori?

Mos Craciun cu plete dalbe?

How Justin Timberlake screwed me over

2011-11-23T01:47:00.004Z

Ok, it wasn't Justin Timberlake, his only the main actor in the film which stole my idea, but hey, I gotta attract readers somehow, and how many of you tabloid consuming, product purchasing cretins know who Andrew Niccol is?
Well, he is the director of such films as "Gattaca" (and others I'm sure) and director and co-director of a Science Fiction film called "In Time" featuring Justin Timberlake and Amanda Seyfried. But will get back to that later.

About 5-6 years ago, on one of those occasions in which life bores me to tears (yawning tears) I started constructed a fantasy world; I tried to conceptualize what the World would look like if people were immortal, and I soon realized that for such a society to function properly some form of severe population control needed to be put in order, otherwise people would just live forever and multiply until there is no more room or resources on Earth. My solution was a timer which would let people live only a period of time, in this case people would die after a certain number of heartbeats.
I like the concept and decided that one day I will turn it into some form of fiction. Now, I'm a lazy little fuck, and won't scratch my nose without an outside force putting pressure on me to do it, so it wasn't until March 2010, when I had a short story module and we were analyzing SF, that I actually wrote down the first version of the story based on the concept I made up. And here it is:

(don't worry, I know for some of you it is impossible to read a whole 700 word long short story, with all the facebook, and 9gag and ADD and all, so you can find a synopsis after the short-story, just skip and scroll)

Beats

The man was sitting at a table in a restaurant and was checking his watch nervously. “Ten minutes now!” he thought, “Where is he? Maybe something happened, maybe they got him!” He checked the small monitor of the rectangular device implanted on to the underside of his left arm, his heart rate had risen to 100 bpm. “No, must not get nervous, calm down!” he picked up the restaurant’s magazine which was on the table and started randomly reading the articles and advertising. “Aren’t you tired of time-consuming queuing? How many beats are you loosing weekly while waiting to pay for you groceries. At TESCO we value your time and that is why we tripled the number of our cashiers in order to insure there is a free one for you when you want to pay and get out. TESCO: Every little beat helps” The advert calmed him down, any thought of improving his beat administration made him feel more at ease, as if he had already saved those extra precious heartbeats. The heart rate had gone down again to a regular 85 bpm, but it slightly rose again, when he looked at the other number on the device: 244800 out of 150 million; that was barely two more years.

He was sixty nine years old, but one could not tell, considering everyone around him looked about the same age once they passed twenty, but he knew he was probably the oldest person in the restaurant, termination usually occurred around 65 years of age, that’s how 150 million heartbeats would get you in a regular life. And what a careless life it was. The second you were born the Counter was attached to your arm, immediately adjusting to your blood type, pumping nanites into your body; microscopic robots taking care of you, killing bacteria and viruses, eliminating cancer, healing injuries in a fraction of the time it would’ve taken your body to do it, but most of all, once you reached your physical high at about 22 years, they bring the aging process to a near halt. An everlasting youth, free of disease. A dream come true. Just that to avoid overpopulation people still needed to die, and accidents were not by far enough to do the job. So everyone was given 150 million heartbeats, after which the nanits would turn on their hosts and terminate them quickly and painlessly. And that is the moment which the man at the table feared most.

The other man came in with not a hint of hurry in his attitude.

“Hello Jon.” he said.

“You are late!”

“Do you really care about ten minutes now? Are you forgetting why you are here?”

“No, but that still isn’t respectful behavior towards others. If you are careless with you own beats, Jerry, that’s fine, but you should mind others’. Do you have it?”

“Of course I have it.”

“I don’t understand why you are not using it! You throw your beats away, skydiving, clubbing, sports…”

“Don’t forget the sex. All the sex I am having and you are not.”

“Yes, another useless, beat consuming activity for the easily impressionable. You don’t even take calming pills! Well, anyway this I all understand, but why don’t you use the virus?”

“We are given what we are given. We must make the most of it! I presume you aren’t going to change your life-style after the procedure.”

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

“A near eternity of boredom, now why would I want that?”

“Maybe when you reach my age you’ll understand. Then again you won’t, you’ll have consumed all your beats by the age of forty.”

“Do you know how to use it?”

“Yes.”

Jerry handed Jon the little device containing the very rare, highly illegal computer-virus which overwrites the nanits termination program. Jon took it with a reluctant eagerness and the men parted ways.

An hour later Jerry received a phone call: “Another job well done. He just activated it. 244634 beats transferred into your account. We suggest you attend his funeral to avoid suspicion.”

“Sorry Jon," he said to himself after hanging up, "but I will use the beats much better than you ever could’ve. You would’ve understood if you had reached my age.”

SYNOPSIS:

Somewhere in the future, all disease has been eradicated with the use of microscopic robots which are injected into a persons body and stay there for the rest of his life mending them and stopping the ageing process at around 22 years, so basically only accidents and murder can kill them. To avoid overpopulation, people are given a certain number of heartbeats, which will give them around 60-70 years to live at a normal life-style, after which the robots kill their host. People have devices on their fore-arms telling them how much longer they have to live.

Jon, who has lived a very boring to keep his pulse down, is close to the end of beat-number and meets Jerry, a man who enjoys adrenalin inducing activities, and who will provide a virus which will hinder Jon's termination. However Jerry actually works for an agency which seeks to eliminate people who try to cheat their way out of death, and as a reward gains their remaining heartbeats once he eliminates them

Now, the story itself isn't very good. The second paragraph is a classic example of telling not showing (a writing NO!-NO!) and the rest is so-so, but that's because I never meant this to be just a short story, so I had to explain the concept quickly. I just wanted to get feedback on it, see what people think about it. And I must say it was well received; it worked, it pushed the story along, there were many aspects I could explore, it had room for expansion. It was among, or even the best SF concept made up by members of that particular group. Even the tutor, a published SF writer said he was actually a bit jealous of this world I made up. So, hell yeah!

This gave me courage to start thinking about a novel/movie script based on the short-story, even if with different characters. I actually started working on it, which was unusual for me. I thought about characters, plots and mostly about how this society would look like. I wanted it to be well thought out, a Phillip K. Dick style proper utopia/dystopia story.

Fast-Forward to August 2011.

I am at work, cleaning the restaurant after closing, and am talking to a movie-buff friend. He is telling me about the trailer for the new Justin Timberlake movie coming, which pissed him off, because it was chock-full of trailer cliches. He told me it was about a not-so-distant future in which disease is eradicated and people stop ageing at 25 years. To avoid overpopulation however people only get a certain time to live, and time has become the new monetary system. Justin is a young guy who meets a guy who was able to cheat the system and live indefinitely. And then some action scenes happen.

After saying this my friend couldn't understand why I was just staring blankly and I didn't talk for a while. Finally, I asked: "Is this a joke?"

"What? No. Why?"

"Did you read my short story?"

"What short story?"

Later I went home to watch trailer, and this is what I saw:

Well, that didn't see slightly familiar...MOTHERFUCKERS! I'LL KILL YOU! I mean, they even have the device on the fore-arm counting your minutes. What the fuck?

Sure, it's not heartbeats, it's literally minutes and seconds, and the rules are different, you have to earn your time, and you can buy stuff with it and some people are immortal, but the concept is the same. No. Not only is the concept the same, many of the details are the same. Why would anyone do this to me?

I wanted to explore how people act when they need to mind their heartbeats. What do they do for fun? What drugs do they use? How do they view each-other considering nobody ages? What do relationships look like? I had all sorts of small details like that TESCO advert. So, what now? Should put effort and time intro writing the novel (because a script is out of the question), just so every publisher can tell me "Wasn't this a Justin Timberlake movie? We can't publish this, they'll sue us for plagiarizing". Of course, my story wasn't published. It was read by a handful of people in a classroom, so how could I prove i wrote it even before production on the film began?

Don't get me wrong! I do realize that they didn't actually plagiarize me. And that the whole thing is a coincidence, even the details. But I still feel cheated. The first thing I actually planned on properly working on has become obsolete, unusable. Fuck this shit!

Besides somebody already sued them because apparently there was a similar story written and published in 1965. They sued successfully, even though that story is far less similar than mine.

But I digress, it's a weird fucked-up twist one me, and I just wanted to tell it. If I've been robbed of my story, at least I can show that it was there. But the worst is that not only was my story 'stolen' by a block-buster action SF film, but it was stolen by a block-buster action SF film with Justin Timberlake in the main role; and not only that but apparently it is not a very good film, it has a rotten rating of 38% on rottentomatoes, and 6.7 on IMDb. If at least it was one of those good SFs, like "Gattaca" even, but all that potential is lost.

Sigh.

And what is the lesson supposed to be here? If you have good idea, kill everybody in Hollywood first, and also everybody with a creative mind just to be sure? Or, just forget it?

I don't even have the benefit of a lesson.

Headline Factory 3

2011-11-03T22:22:00.000Z

Authorities are still baffled by the multiple homicide which has occurred at the Royal Court and has claimed the lives of the King, the Queen and the Prince Regent among others. Only one witness has been found, and has been taken in for interrogation.

Headline Factory 2

2011-09-13T12:59:00.001+01:00

Man attempts suicide by shooting himself in the head. The survivor is believed to suffer of multiple personality disorder and to be connected to recent urban terrorist attacks known as "Project Mayhem"

Headline Factory 1

2011-09-11T20:43:00.002+01:00

Tragedy strikes Verona City as two teenagers from wealthy rival families commit suicide after their love is forbidden.

rebirth

2010-05-27T16:57:00.002+01:00

different city
different people
different world
but i am the same

i walk down
the road smelling of the world
yet the smell of home has long been lost

surrounded by you all
i am alone
as you walk against me down the road
all in sync
and i’m the filth-stain
on a fresh painted wall
and i stay alone
with myself
the idiot
the fool

sitting outside my window
ten stories high
as night copulates with dawn
absorbing the world as it changes
i would cry
but i won’t
i’m dry

so i just smoke my fag
and drink my coffee
no sugar
like life

i slip and i fall
ten stories down
i break my legs
longing to feel anything
...yet not even pain

i start crawling back
to what was once familiar
crawling with my arms
but they erode
leaving a trail of blood
then they are no more
so i crawl on my belly
and still not even pain

and my stomach erodes
and i erode
‘till i am no more
just the trail of blood
i left behind
but it quickly fades
and my passing is unmarked
forgotten and useless
i am no more

there is no new start
the chains of what was
tie me down
so i am where i was
nowhere
i am no more once again

Countdown

2010-05-23T22:57:00.001+01:00

It had been snowing for twenty-one hours and thirteen minutes as Chris limps slowly back through the desolate village, thinking about the devastation in his life.

Chris is a clockmaker.

Evening does not ‘creep in’ during winter.

The phrase ‘darkness falls’ is not just a metaphor, at least not in a small village in the Carpathians, where not even electricity has been introduced.

Despite the clear sky, the darkness closes in, like a wall, for the moon is not yet up.

A full Moon will shine tonight.

There is nobody on the street.

As Chris drags his foot through the fresh, crunchy snow, he counts every one of his steps. He always had the need to measure time, and now he curses himself for forgetting his pocket-watch at home; an old relic inherited from his father, who got it from his father, all of them clockmakers. There is a safety in counting time, a sense of control. And of all nights it is on this one that he lacks that feeling. He quickens his pace.

Dim, yellow lights start flickering in the windows around him. Candles are being lit revealing ghoulish faces with a cadaveric pallor, seemingly floating in the pale light like the ghosts of disembodied heads.

Chris is near his house when a long howl is released somewhere in the woods.

He stops.

Drops of sweat start dripping down his back as he feels his temperature rising.

A candle is dying on his desk, and the low light reveals hundreds of glazy eyes staring at him. All the clocks he has collected over the years, regardless of shape and size, hang from his wall, and if until now he felt their constant ticking reassuring, now he feels harassed, as if an omen keeps reminding him of the little time he has left. “The black wolf with the white glowing eyes” he mutters without realizing.

His heart is still beating at an agonizing pace.

He checks his daughter’s room.

It is empty.

She is at her grandparent’s, as he had arranged.

He hasn’t got much time.

Suddenly a loud noise crushes the silence.

Again.

And again.

The grandfather-clock announcing the sixth hour.

He has little time left.

Old folk used to scare little children in the village with the tale of the black wolf with glowing eyes. The man eater who had plagued the villagers for centuries, a pawn of the Devil. People sometimes came to the pub, all pale, mentioning just two eyes glowing in the distance. But wolves rarely came as far as the village, and attacks on humans were even rarer. His wife had been the only case in thirty years. She had been dragged off five years ago, and they had found only blood and scraps of clothing.

Then, a month ago, five years to the day, Chris was chopping some wood one night when a dark, huge figure lunged at him out of the darkness, biting his foot. He swung his axe at it, and the wolf made for a run, looking back only once. Chris still wasn’t sure if in that second the creature’s eyes did glow or if it was the light of the moon.

He didn’t think it was anything else but a lone hungry wolf, but since then he started having cravings. He felt like eating raw meat, still soaking in blood. His temper was quicker, and he had nightmares of tearing people apart…even ripping his daughter to pieces. And last night, after going to sleep, he awoke in the garden howling at the moon.

He has no time.

He cannot risk harming anyone.

It is probably all just in his mind.

But he cannot take that risk.

The ticking of the clock grows ever faster, and so does the rhythm of his heart beat.

A terrible pain hits his chest, and moves to his whole body. His bones and muscles feel as if they are stretching and tearing. He runs for the door, and goes towards the edge of the village, towards the forest. His leg stops limping, his body seems to grow stronger. He moves faster. He can still hear the clocks ticking in his mind.

He feels the urge to kill.

He fights it.

He must press on.

He hears footsteps.

He moves faster.

The steps follow him.

He turns.

“Papa, where are you go…?” the girl manages to say before she starts screaming.

I don't know anymore

2010-05-19T23:08:00.001+01:00

i’m somewhere
nowhere
always someplace else
some place distant
i watch myself from that place
like a bad sitcom
i don’t have the remote to change the channel
i must pull the plug

yesterday i drove my bike into a car
it was speeding on the opposite way
i crashed
flew off my bike and right through the windshield
i could see my parents and friends
sitting on the front seats
they were scared
so i tried not to hurt them
when my head broke the glass

i landed on the backseat
next to a child
and he was me
and he held my hand
and wouldn’t let go

please let go
let me pull the plug
just let go

Inheritence

2010-05-13T00:36:00.000+01:00

“Do you think she killed herself? She probably came all the way out here so nobody would find her, right? Chris!”

Chris was staring absently at the partly dressed skeleton, when his friend’s voice woke him. “Probably suicide.” he repeated, “Since last month when we were here.”

“No. Her head’s bashed in. Besides, her skirt is to far from the body. Raped and killed!” He was strangely unaffected by the whole thing. “And she has been here for more than a month. Bones’re all clean. She was probably buried under the roots of the old oak tree, and now that the wind blew it over…” he left the sentence hanging.

“But the windstorm was two weeks ago! Somebody must’ve found her”

“Nobody comes by here! That’s the reason why we’re here!”

They used to smoke weed once every few weeks, by the old oak just outside of town, so nobody could see them together; Chris’ friend was from a well of family, and his parents would have not approved of the friendship, and in a small town like that secrets have short lives. Chris didn’t mind the hiding. The guy was an idiot, but he paid for the dope.

The teenage boy picked up a small object which was laying next tot the corpse. “Look!” Chris recognised the object immediately. He had seen it in old photos. He hoped his companion didn’t detect his shock at seeing the object, but the boy was enjoying their discovery too much for such subtleties. As the other one explored the brownish bones with childish glee, Chris had time to make some connections.

“It’s a good place to hide a body! She hasn’t been found in thirty years!” he finally said.

“How can you be so sure?”

“A girl goes missing in this town, everybody knows! The last time it happened it was that Karen Bell girl, thirty years ago!”

“Great! If we tell the police, we’ll be like heroes! In all the papers, and TV”

“Yeah, too bad nobody is going to find out.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Come on over here a bit.” he said in a strangely serious tone.

“Why?”

“Just get over here! Will ya?” But his friend was backing up, he didn’t get far as he tripped on a tree stomp. Chris lunged towards him and he grabbed the sharp rock he saw next to the corpse.

As he was walking home, Chris was studying the ring. It was just as his granma’ had described it. It had belonged to his granddad, whom he never met. When he died Chris’ father was very young. He inherited the ring, and was supposed to pass it on, but when he was fifteen he lost it. All he ever said about that was that it had been a bad day. It was the same day the Bell girl disappeared.

[untitled]

2010-05-02T20:15:00.003+01:00

I fly down walls,

on the edge of time!

I climb the falls,

up side down!

I run down hills,

day by day!

I hit the ground,

to no avail!

I want to stay in,

I keep heading out!

I reach the door,

I lock it down!

I keep getting stuck,

I don't want to leave!

Just give me the key,

I'll let ourselves be!

About: Essays, Ron Athey's Lecture (a review) and The Live Art Development Agency (a guide)

2010-03-31T19:05:00.007+01:00

Essay period is approaching my friends (well, I don't know if want to call any of you people my friends), and while some of us have a natural talent to write original First-Level essays two months before the deadline (yes, I'm talking to you Chris Moore), the rest try our best something to give our essays that extra little spice. And that isn't really easy, especially considering that while on other courses modules are made mandatory if they are essential to all students, in Drama they just choose the ones which sound like no student will willingly take it, if given the choice. And thus I found myself waking up at 6:30 am on Monday so I can make it to the London based Live Art Development Agency's Study Room by 10:30. You ca book sessions from 10:30 to 13:30 or from 14:30 to 18:30, or all day (it's all a bit confusing), and considering that Monday they only had a free spot at from 10:30 to 13:30, I had to take that one and another full on Tuesday. Oh, a tip, their website says you can book by e-mailing them, completely useless, I sent three e-mails, they were all ignored; call them.

After nearly having missed the coach I got into London at 9:45 and I boarded the Northern Line, going towards Old Street Station. I had noted down the name of the streets I had to take, finding those streets on the other hand was a tad more difficult, mainly because all the people I asked had different opinions on where those streets might be. But here you have the easiest way:

-Get off at Old Street, and take Exit 3
-Go straight ahead and then right on to Great Eastern Street
-At the Rivington House go left on to Rivington Street
-Keep going ahead until you reach Shoreditch High Street, go left and immediatly right on to Calvert Avenue
-When you reach Arnold Circus turn left and go around the circus until you pass Rochelle Street
-There is a wooden door on top of it says "BOYS", there is an intercom, you have reached your destination.

The Study Room itself was alright. The staff was friendly and helpful, everything was explained. The room isn't very big, quite small actually, but it has loads of resources on everything in the live art domain (check the online catalog), books, articles, vhs, dvds etc. They have a Mac and two TVs with VHS/DVD players. It is a great resource.
On the first day I was by myself, on the second one there were to more people, but it didn't feel crowded.

I got off at Stepney Green Station at 18:15, the lecture was supposed to start at 18:30. I rushed towards Queen Mary College, and I got there pretty soon, just that it was the Engineering department, and none of the students there knew anything about any Arts Building. Ignorant fools (not that I have any idea in which building graphic design is thought at ARU). When I got to the building I still wasn't sure if this was the right place, but soon enough the mass of tattooed and heavily pierced faces contrasting the smart clothing gave me a hunch I am not to far from my target. I looked around for any familiar faces, none! (shame on you Drama students). Well there was one face I knew, for who could forget that ugly face, with the metal teeth sticking out, that fat stubby body, the bold tattoed head? Yes Franko himself...I'm sorry, I'm should use the proper name, B. himself...wait that's not right either. You know whom I mean, Franko B.

Soon enough Gianna and Kerstin came in with a rush, I waved but they walked right passed me, either not noticing or even worse completely ignoring me. I went up to them anyway, and was swiftly informed of their misadventures on the way down here. No room for more talk though, the lecture was starting.

I was shocked (which, I presume, is expected from a Ron Athey lecture, just that I was shocked for all the wrong reasons). The man who came on stage after the name Ron Athey was announced and applauded was nothing like I imagined. A slim man with a goatee, an elegant manner, a soft friendly voice; a very likeable character....hell, if it wasn't for the tattoos, the many many tattoos, he would make some conservative elderly couple's Perfect Neighbor List. My mind could not connect the man in front of the screen with the man on the screen who was shoving dildos up his ass.

The lecture consisted mainly of screening of some of his material and reading of some writings. There were jokes, gore, sex and everything you would expect from such an event. Yet I fear I have not learned anything new.

After the lecture, without a word of departure Kerstin and Gianna vanished into thin air, so I drank some of the free wine which was offered, but lingered not much longer. There was a friend waiting for me on the other end of the District Line and more drinking was to commence.

Conclusion: Ron Athey lecture, funny and interesting yet not particularly useful. Live Art Agency, a useful even if well hidden essay resource.

Gorillaz gig pics +Set List

2010-03-24T18:09:00.008Z

Damon

More pics here and here

GORILLAZ'd

2010-03-24T02:35:00.004Z

Tired. So fucking tired. 6 PM, laying in my bed after a long day of school trying not to fall asleep. But I have to get to the secret Gorillaz concert…well so called ‘secret’ concert, just for the fan-base. I’m weighing the fact that not only will there not be any reasonable priced tickets, but that there probably will be NO tickets. But I said I’ll try, I’ll stop being lazy and do shit. Sigh.

I get 40£ from a cash-machine, telling myself I will haggle like hell with the ticket touts and not go higher than 30…35…ok 40, but that’s it! ‘cause that’s all I have. Long sigh.

I’m on my way to the Junction and I am already starting to regret going, considering that once I’ll get there I’ll probably immediately make my way back.

I get there. A small queue for regulars. Another one for G-Club members. Apparently there might be tickets. My pessimism fades. A guy asks around if somebody wants a ticket, ‘cause his friend bailed on him. “How much?” “Regular price, 25.” “All right!” Ticket looks fine, but still I am suspicious. But sure enough five minutes later I’m in. I pay another 2£ for wardrobe, a decision which will later prove very wise indeed. An hour to go. I am glad I got away under 30 quid, and I vow to keep the rest safe. So immediately I buy a poster for 9£ (which I really not regret) and an over-priced Stella Artois, which is stale and bitter and not cold enough (which I regretted on the spot).

The crowd is strangely disproportionate. Bunch of teens on one side and a bunch of people who weren’t really young when Blur first started, and haven’t grown younger since. Not as many people in their 20s-30s as I expected. The crowd is still thin and I walk around for a while, but I soon chose my place, which is only a few of rows from the stage, and I can actually see stuff happening up there. Two guys behind me wonder why is it that the first three rows at concerts are always filled by people over 6’ tall (1,80 m for the normal people). A valid question. I had a similar theory at the Thom Yorke concert, people should be allowed in according to their height, tallest people last, so everyone can fucking see.

Well an hour later, the lights go down and the crowd goes wild. About ten people come on stage dressed in navy costumes and grab their instruments. As Damon Albarn comes on stage, people in the crowd shout “Happy Birthday!”, true fans apparently. He salutes them and the whole crowd starts singing “Happy Birthday”!

We are soon informed that this is a rehearsal gig for the upcoming tour so there are no visuals and stuff, “At least you’re here!” somebody shouts. At least I’m there, I think. Later he tells us that Bruce Willis isn’t there either! (if you don’t get it, click here).

I despised the Yorke crowd, they were slow, and didn’t seem to let the music get to their minds, and this crowd starts off slowly as well. Few people are immediately drawn into the music and start dancing, but slowly the movement spreads, and although there are still plenty of the “I’m here to enjoy the concert, thank you, not to monkey around!” people, a good vibe rises. Part of it is the music, but mostly it’s due to Albarn. That man has a lot of energy and knows how to get a crowd moving. He makes jokes, dances around, gets close to people, cools us off by baptizing us with his water-bottle. I didn’t really have an opinion on the guy before, but now I really love’im! The band plays for an hour and half, mostly songs from their new album, “Plastic Beach”, maybe exclusively, I’ve listened to all their albums, but I don’t know them good enough to recognize most of the songs. I’m not actually a big fan, alright?

Anyway, at one point when I was really getting hyped and the music had gotten to my had and I was moving frenetically, they suddenly stop, and exit stage left. What? That’s it? There are so many songs which have not been sung, sure we all know you are keeping the two golden ones for the encore, but what about “Tomorrow Comes Today”, “19-2001” and “Rock the House”? What about them Damon? Damn you!

The crowd makes noise for quite a while until the bands enters stage right (clever, mister Albarn, clever). People scream out titles randomly! Jesus, when will these people learnt the set-list has been done a long time ago, their screaming is nothing more than useless and annoying! He lets us now that the nest song will be a ballad; “Park Life” somebody sings shouting from the crowd (click here if you don’t get it), “Not exactly!” he answers amused as the crowd laughs; “The one where you go 'Woo-hoo'!” (you know what to do) somebody else shouts next to me, but not many people hear him. They start playing “Pirate Jet” or “To Binge”, not really sure (hope to get set list soon). Then he looks confused as if he doesn’t know what follows, but a mad laughter invades the stage, and we all know what that means. Crowd goes crazy and really feels good. And we get no break as we move on into the next song, the one we all waited for. The one that determined me about 8 years ago to chose their album to be the first album I bought for myself out of my pocket-money.

I am still energetic as I wait with some other people outside for the band to come out. I don’t usually care much for autographs, but I had the poster, and if I bought it I might as well get it signed. A porter lets us know that his whole family is in there, and they got a cake, and the band might be out in 20 minutes, but it will more likely be 2 hours. Fuck’it! The poster and my memory is enough! After nearly 3 hours of standing I go home with ten times more energy than when I left!

C(onnet) ++ 3.31

2010-03-20T15:31:00.003Z

#include

void thoughts(){

clrsoul();

int memory, lucidity=max, intoxication, pain, feeling;

cin>>memory; cout "<<" pain;

if( pain>0) { for(intoxication=0, intoxication "<" coma, intoxication ++){

lucidity=lucidity+intoxication;

pain=pain-lucidity; } }

else { forget(memory);

if(feeling!=happiness) { feeling++;

depression--;

return; }

get.newlife();

}

Nostalgia 15: Pinky and the Brain

2010-03-11T15:50:00.001Z

2010-03-08T14:40:00.001Z

Why is it the that the less somebody has to say about a matter the more eager they will be to talk?

Expanded Lucidity

2010-03-04T02:18:00.004Z

These are the transcriptions of two recordings I made while I was drunk, and I think they accurately express my idea that I fear complete lucidity more than I could ever fear insanity, and that logic and too much thought taint the way we absorb the World more than any drug. To see the World with untroubled eyes, you must forget how to see. Try to see different facets, and yes drugs (amongst other things: music, films, poetry, sleep-deprivation etc) give you a different lucidity, an Expanded Lucidity. Accept it.

Both recordings were made over Clint Mansells's "The Last Man" so I am attaching it:

Asculta mai multe audio Muzica (around minute 3)

First recording:

I can only find
clarity
On the bottom of a
bottle
Where all my thoughts
are drowned
and all my feelings
set free

There is no
clarity
in the World
of thoughts
and
logic

Second recording (less poetic, more slurred and excited)

be free and fly
and you'll have the clarity of the world in your eyes
you see every detail every beauty, everything

you can...

don't let yourself be tied down
...every worry...

YOU MUST ESCAPE THIS...world...you've built
you cannot! escape it

so i drink, and i feel ALIVE
and i know i can see the world with untroubled eyes
i can see its true shape and true form
when a cloud is over my thoughts
and my neurons morph...

That's pretty much it, I haven't edited anything, some of it sounds really stupid, but some of it I like.

And because I love Clint Mansell, I leave you with another one of his songs:

Thom Yorke Live at the Corn Exchange Cambridge

2010-02-26T01:21:00.004Z

The ticket said the show would start at 19:00, and Jack (who was in the organization, and gave me the free ticket) said I should meet him there at seven.
I got there 20 minutes early, and no sign of Jack, nor did he answer his phone, so I took my place in the queue, which span over two corners of the large building. What a bummer. Barely did I take my place, that the length of the line nearly doubled, I could almost say I was lucky.

I waited in the damn Cambridge rain, at least it wasn't as cold as a few days ago. The line started moving quickly, and I was soon inside, where I found a smiling untroubled Jack, suddenly reminded of my presence there tonight. I was soon informed of an afterparty, to which I would of course have no access. So much for my dreams of befriending a great artist, to mooch of his fame and get noticed.

I spent time with Jack, as he talked to people, not really knowing what I was doing there; so I decided to get a drink, some black gold would suffice (Guinness I mean); but the cumdumpster at the bar asked for my ID which I didn't have, what impertinence, and I did not get my drink. Luckily I had my flask of whiskey with me, which the bouncer failed to notice, and the attempts to stop me from drinking failed miserably.

But Jack's company proved not entirely useless, for another ticket for the concert did emerge, for no charge (damn basterd, saved me over 200 quid on tickets for events he got me in for free, gotta love him). I called a friend, who had wanted to come, and he did not hesitate in showing up.

As he showed up I know my supply of cigarettes and booze was enriched, as he took no break to regain breath until he bought the first pints of cider. We went in in the middle of the opening act, a strange geek on the stage, seemingly frightened, making awkward jokes, yet singing a nice amateurish Nick Cave type thing.

He did stop soon after, and we went for another fag, but when we got back the crowd grew thicker, and we barely found any good spots.

We waited for a while, but then there he was, Thom Yorke, himself, looking sickly-shaby, with his salt and pepper hair and his uncombed beard, but delivering a great performance and stage presence. He played some Radiohead tunes, mainly form in Rainbows, and many of his own songs, some of which he never sang on stage before. And we got two encores as well, from a humble little man, he would make us sing, and in the next minute almost weep. Damn you Thom, you are good.

But something was wrong, the crowd seemed out of place. Sure, they were clapping and cheering, but still they was no vibe man. Nobody was moving franatically, fuck, people looked at me strangely for humming along to the songs. That was a damn symphony crowd not a Thom Yorke one.

What a corruption of my first life Thom/Radiohead experience, but still what an experience.

Set list
Pretty good quality videos

Reconciliation Letter

2010-02-19T23:02:00.004Z

We had a good run, we did.
I met you when I was little, we didn't really get on at the time, but I got to know you much better when I was fourteen, and although some people warned me not to get involved with you, and even I had my doubts, we quickly became quite close.
And we've been together since, and you never let me down. You were always there for me, when I had it rough with the parents, or at school, when I was depressed, when a girlfriend left me and I thought the World would end, you were right there, soothing me. Even physical pain you softened. Sure, we had some arguments, some really bad moments, and I did say a few times I never want to see you again, but I always returned smiling. You were there all through high-school, in the good moments, and all the bad ones, when I let nobody else but you close to me.

But then I moved to Uni, and I felt our relationship was not as strong anymore. In the first year we still met, had fun, though not as often, yet we pretended it was alright. And we'd meet more often when I would get home, and things would seem like in the old days. But in the second year, we couldn't fool ourselves any more, and in the last months I would feel you getting more and more distant, we'd meet up sometimes, have some fun, but we were like strangers. I think it's mostly my fault, I drove you away. And now that I see this I want you back, and you are more eager than ever to keep me company.

Thank you alcohol, thank you for everything.

Six years down, with you by my side, six more years to go, and I hope you will stay by my side until I join the 27 club.

71

2009-10-11T16:23:00.001+01:00

acest post nu il va citi nimeni caci am blogul inchis, dar am observat ca in 2008 am avut 71 de posturi si in 2009 70, asa ca ca sa egalez frumos, mai bun unul pt mine.

Buh-Bye

2009-10-07T00:03:00.003+01:00

nu am chef sa astept o saptamana.

ce as fi scris in saptamana asta:

-ce este un martini adevarat si de ce turbez cand daca cer un martini omul ma intreaba rosu sau alb. intrebarea corecta e gin sau vodca. martini e un cocktail pe baza de vermouth. martini-ul servit de barmani in romania e o marca de vermouth, get your shit right. de asemenea un cuba liber e mai mult decat cola calda turnata peste rom. trebe gheata si lime, la la strada au cuba libre foarte bun

- iralnda e o tara minunata si am vazut o aureola (adica un curcubeu rotund care se vede in general numai din avion)

- PIXAR SHORT MOVIES ROCKS, cautati pe youtube, mai ales Boundin' si Partly Cloudly, sunt doua exemple de animatie scurta minunate.

- fiti buni unii cu altii!

maine am inchis

adio

Campania commenturilor irelevante a.k.a. spam. Experiment-fail? Part 3

2009-10-06T01:12:00.000+01:00

Ar fi trebuit să scriu frumos ieri şi chestia asta, când îmi curgea textul din degete pe tastatură. Acum e imediat ora doi şi nu am habar ce să scriu aici. Ok, asta e partea în care ar trebui să vă conving că toată campania asta nu fost degeaba, că am tras totuşi nişte concluzii. Eh, şi dacă nu am tras? Ce s-ar întâmplă. Am concluzii, am, dar ar fi trebuit să scriu chestia asta sâmbăta trecută când concluziile erau şi frumos ordonate în mintea mea.
Am intrat pe facebook şi pe stumble de vreo cinci ori până acum.
Ok, pentru că nu găsesc vreo ordine a gândurilor, le scriu cum îmi vin. Recunosc că în momentul când am decis că vreau să pornesc campania nu aveam în cap motivul exact pentru care o pornesc sau că ce aş vrea să obţin de la ea, dar mi se părea o idee neamaipomenită şi eram surescitat. Slavă domnului că pe parcurs s-a dovedit a nu fi o idee originală dar goală.
Cel mai mult m-au surprins reacţiile unor oameni. Evident că mă aşteptam ca oamenii să se enerveze din cauza a ceea ce făceam, dar nu mă aşteptam să se supere efectiv, să o ia ca pe o ofensă personală. Dar oamenii au răspuns cu o agresivitate de care sper că eu nu pot fi acuzat. ‘blogger’ m-a prezentat ca un “asshole from Romania” în faţa internetului, o blogeriţă m-a ameninţat că va încerca să mi se şteargă blogul, iar alt blogger a zis că ceea ce fac e o lipsă totală de respect şi o idioţenie pentru copii de clasa a patra. Şi toate astea pentru că au trebuit să facă un click în plus pe ziua aia; pentru că le-am invadat sacrul blogurilor cu nişte commenturi irelevante. Nu pot să nu mă întreb că dacă lăsam commenturi în care le combăteam posturile sau chiar îi jigneam pentru ele, dacă aveau aceeaşi reacţie, sau dacă luau lucrurile mai calm. Cum a putut un post nevinovat să determine un adult să numească pe cineva ‘idiot’ (indirect, dar se presupune că pentru a comite o idioţenie trebuie să fi idiot)? Mi-am dat seama că interpretasem total greşit relaţia blog-blogger. Blogul nu este o unealtă a bloggerului de a comunica cu comunitatea digitală, este o extensie a sa, este avatarul său, reprezentaţia sa în ether. Conţinutul blogului poate fi atacat, dar nu şi blogul în sine. Iar un comment care nu are relevanţă cu un post sau cu blogul, întrerupe liniaritatea blogului, şi este deci un atac. Care va provoca a defensivă deşi o ofensivă clară nu se poate semnala.
Bloggerii, exceptând cei cu adevarat ignoranţi, nu au nimic împotrivă commenturilor provocatoare şi care atacă conţinutul, neştergerea acestor commenturi e dovada maturităţii bloggerului, care recunoaşte dreptul celuilalt de a avea o opinie, şi respectul pentru opinia acestuia. Dar un comment fără relevanţă (sau cel puţin relevanţă directă) este jignitor, adică postul nu a reuşit să provoace un comment relevant? Şi dacă nu are relevanţă, de ce s-ar păstra commentul? Dar dreptul la liberă exprimare nu menţionează că ceea ce se exprimă trebuie să fie relevant cu vreun subiect. E ca şi cum te-ai duce la o grevă cu o pancartă pe care scrie salam verde, greviştii probabil nu ar fi prea încântaţi, ar privi-o probabil ca o ridicularizare a grevei lor, dar nu trebuie să fie, şi ai tot dreptul să afişezi acea pancartă.
Mulţi dintre voi aveţi filtre şi captcha-uri pentru a evita roboţii de spam, şi înţeleg de ce cineva ar vrea să evite commenturi de reclame automatizate, dar din moment ce am putut trece peste captcha, nu am dovedit că sunt om? Că am dreptul să-mi exprim părerea, oricât de irelevantă ar fi ea.
Aţi putea argumenta că este totuşi blogul vostru, şi că păstraţi ce vreţi. Ok. Dar atunci nu încercaţi să păstraţi o imagine de imparţialitate. Am ajuns la următorul punct.
Multe bloguri sunt reacţii la ziare, televiziune, media în general, care potrivit bloggerului sunt conduse de nişte oameni sus-puşi, care sunt subiective şi distorzionează informaţiile după cum vor. Iar blogul este o metodă de a combate asta şi de a prezenta adevărul aşa cum este. Ăsta e probabil cel mai ilar concept din blogosferă. O dată pentru că ideea de adevăr este falsă, adevărul este doar minciuna cea mai apropiată de realitate şi diferă de la om la om. Ideea că o singură persoană poate pe blogul său să menţină o obiectivitate pe care un ziar sau un canal TV nu poate e absurdă. Aşa că ori ştergeţi toate commenturile supărătoare, ori lăsaţi-le pe toate, şi scoateţi filtrele. Dar nu mai încercaţi să vă convingeţi că sunteţi obiectivi.
O altă concluzie pe care am consolidat-o după campanie, dar la care ajunsesem înainte, este că îmi voi închide blogul. Nu pentru că aş fi dezamăgit de reacţii, sau că m-aş simţi jignit, chiar nu am de ce. Dar după cum a spus şi în partea 1, există două tipuri de bloguri, cele în care oamenii mai scriu ce le trece prin cap, din plictiseală, şi cele a bloggerilor, pentru care blogurile nu sunt unelte de a înregistra gânduri şi frânturi de viaţă, ci viaţa şi gândurile sunt acolo pentru a avea material de pus pe blog. Iar eu am fost prea dedicat pentru a intra în prima categorie, dar nu destul pentru a intra în a doua. De fapt la blogmeet mi-am dat seama de ce nu mă simţeam totuşi blogger, ce îmi lipseşte mie; oamenii ăia chiar îşi luau bogurile în serios, adică, ok, da, implicare ca implicare, dar eu chiar lucrau la blogurile lor, şi plănuiau şi aveau acea idee de importanţă, care nu e nici măcar greşită. Era o vorbă: “Blogging: Now you can tell the whole world why nobody listens to you”, ceea ce deseori se aplică (blogul de faţă fiind un prim exemplu), dar există şi excepţii. Dar cu toate astea nu am putut dezvolta pentru blog acea pasiune pe care au dezvoltat-o alţii, care îi determină să se simtă jigniţi şi să atace oameni direct la cel mai mic semn de atac asupra blogului.
Nefiind în stare să ţin un blog aşa cum aş vrea, am decis să închei acest joc, şi să îl închid peste o săptămână, timp în care îmi voi scoate din sânge ultimele posturi pe care le aveam plănuite. (nobine sper că asta te mulţumeşte, mă inchid singur fără ajutor de la blogspot)
Blogismul e un fel de contracultură. Motiv pentru care speram că oamenii vor fi deschişi la iniţiativa mea, şi câţiva au fost, dar nu câţi mă aşteptam. Deci un fail şi din partea voastră. Intenţii rele nu am avut, dar cred ca am arătat că acele valori a căror lipsă o combateţi prin posturile voastre, vă lipsesc şi vouă. Nici voi nu sunteţi deschişi noului, dacă v-ar putea ameninţa autoritatea, ba chiar refuzaţi înverşunat să îl priviţi sau să îl studiaţi. Iniţiative noi sunt privite cu suspiciune, iar ideea de liberă exprimare pe net e cam ipocrită.
Este o contracultură, dar prin asta devine o cultură în sine. Şi orice cultură are propria ei contracultură, iar dacă eu am fost printre primii din acest val, şi nu prea am avut efect, nu am fost printre ultimii. Nu ştiu ce tehnologie şi mediu de comunicare va aduce viitorul, dar pregăţi-vă (pe parcurs de ani desigur) pentru sosirea haterilor, trollerilor şi anti/contrabloggerilor.
La final vreau să îmi cer scuze de la cei pe care i-am enervat/supărat prin campania mea, în special de la despre nimicuri, şi blondele gândesc, omnia sol temperat, (r)evolution, şi să mulţumesc lui Podul Minciunilor şi Mai merită ceva? şi tuturor care nu s-au împotrivit.
Poate că nu am primit reacţiile pe care le-am vrut, dar am primit reacţii, aşa că nu cred ca experimentul e chiar fail. Voi ce credeţi?
Ştiu că am exagerat, că am generalizat şi că am fost melodramatic în postul acesta, dar hei, e blogul meu, scriu ce vreau. Nu?
Şi pentru că în celelalte două am terminat cu câte un video, dar pentru că pe azi nu aveam unul plănuit, am pus un mic video care nu are relevanţă, dar la care mă uit de câte ori am nevoie de o reîncarcare de energie. Campania commenturilor irelevante s-a terminat dar cea filmuleţelor irelevante de abia începe. Muahahahaha:

Mă duc să vă mai spamuiesc o dată şi să mă culc.

Campania commenturilor irelevante a.k.a. spam. Experiment-fail? Part 2

2009-10-05T02:19:00.000+01:00

Iniţial o chestie random, mi-a venit însă ideea de a face pe bune campania, şi de a o aplica pe blogosfera sibiană. Imediat mi-am adus aminte de LisaNova; ea este un user al youtube-ului care acum vreo 2 ani a pornit un proiect de spamming, prin care intra pe conturi de useri şi le lăsa commenturi de genul: “Hi, my name is LisaNova, I just wanted to wish you a nice day”. Deşi iniţial era proiect de autopromovare, youtube a ajuns să o susţină, angajând oameni care au lăsat commenturi semnate în numele ei pe zeci de mii de conturi, iar apoi făcând un filmuleţ cu ea şi celebrităţile de pe youtube din acea vreme, pe care l-au postat pe pagina principală, “LisaNova does YouTube” (vezi la finalul postului). Proiectul a ajuns printre primele încercări ale youtube-ului de a solidifica comunitatea internaţională youtube, şi de a combate spammingul prin contra-exemplu. Unii au fost amuzaţi, mulţi au ignorat fenomenul, iar alţii au fost furioşi pentru că youtube susţine spammingul, cu scop sau fără. Oricum a ajuns un experiment social digital destul de reuşit. Iar asta vroiam şi eu să încerc. Să văd cum vor reacţiona bloggerii sibieni la un ghimpe care e în picioarele tuturor.

Aşa că am început. Am intrat pe Blog Sibiu Index, şi am luat bloguri la rând, apoi blogrolluri (mulţumesc că le aveţi), useri de la commentarii, etc. Şi am lăsat commenturi. Multe. Ideea era să nu aibă relevanţă nici în privinţa conţinutului postului nici a temei generale a blogului, dacă aceasta există. Dar asta nu înseamnă că am scris chestii la întâmplare. Am variat de la cuvinte (cel mai des), la propoziţii, mix de litere fără noimă, versuri (am compus chiar o poezioară pentru un blog, dar nu mai ştiu care), iar o dată am scris chiar o teorie de a mea despre conceptul de artă (din păcate am ales să fac asta pe Şi Blondele Gândesc, unde ştiam că va fi şters în câteva minute, şi totuşi nu l-am salvat). Dar orice aş fi scris, nu am scris chiar la întâmplare, încercam să caut ceva care să rezoneze cu momentul în care citeam blogul sau cu conţinutul a ceea ce citeam. Încercam să fie amuzant măcar puţin, sau poate ceva la care omul să se gândească puţin (probabil a fost fail complet la partea asta).
Nu ştiam exact la ce reacţii să mă aştept, ştiam că vor fi unii enervaţi, şi că majoritatea vor ignora complet tot, dar speram să fie câţiva amuzaţi; aici am făcut toate genurile de estimări sub/supra/corecte.
Nu mă aşteptam la reacţie după primul val de commenturi, mă gândeam că va lua un pic până lumea va realiza că aceste commenturi apar şi la alţii şi apar şi consecvent. Totuşi în prima zi, cineva mi-a comentat pe blogul meu la un post şi a semnat cu titlul campaniei (din păcate commentul avea relevanţă cu postul meu). Ideea era să las commenturi de mai multe ori pe zi, pe toate blogurile de pe index, dar am ajuns la concluzia că o dată pe zi e de ajuns, şi că pe blogurile industriale nu prea are rost. Şi mi-am încălcat principiul că voi comenta pe orice blog, indiferent de conţinut; dar unele posturi mi se păreau prea personale (ni s-a născut băieţelul, mi-a murit pisica, mi-am revăzut fiul după ani întregi în care a fost în străinătate (exemple ipotetice)) pentru a le invada cu commenturi irelevante, ar fi fost prea de prost gust. Aşa că m-am concentrat pe bloguri mai mondene, sau politice, adică acele de bloggeri-bloggeri.
După vreme însă au apărut şi reacţiile. Oameni îmi răspundeau pe thread, întrebând care e faza, sau că îmi vor da direct spam sau delete pe viitor, cineva a intrat pe celălalt blog al meu întrebând cum poate stinge chestia aia cu spam. Două din cele trei reacţii notabile au venit în aceeaşi zi, prima a fost un post care mă anunţa că: “Nu-mi plac deloc comentariile irelevante aka spam. Nu am parte de spam deloc pe blog, asa ca n-am nici un chef sa primesc niste comentarii care bat campii in mod voit. Nu stiu ce campanie e asta, nici nu vreau sa stiu, asa ca scutiti-ma pe viitor de asemenea idiotenii pentru copii de clasa a patra.” (bloggerul se va putea semna dacă va dori, şi dacă va citi acest post, ceea ce nu cred). Cam dur puţin mi s-a părut, adică totuşi să luăm aminte că nu am insultat pe nimeni prin commenturile mele, ba chiar am încercat să le fac drăguţe măcar. Iar singura inconvenienţă la care am expus pe oricine e aceea de da click pe delete message, ceea ce între noi fie vorba nu mi se pare un chin aşa de mare. Am înţeles că nu îi plac commenturile irelevante, dar de ce să fie aşa înverşunat să nu afle ideea campaniei, de unde ştie el că nu e chiar doar o idioţenie pentru copii de clasa a patra. Fiind un blog destul de citit am avut şi parte de o serie delicioasă de commenturi:
“tot timpul se va trezi cate un destept sa spam-uiasca...”-aia e problema, că nu prea sunt
“Si eu am primit chestii de astea de la kolcs. La blogmeet mi-a lasat o impresie buna. De ce tine acum sa mi-o schimb, habar nu am.”- asta chiar a durut, sincer. Speram ca persoanele pe care le-am întâlnit la blogmeet să fie mai deschise la toată chestia asta; iar persoana care a lăsat commentul mi-a lăsat şi mie o impresie foarte bună, şi îmi părea rău că lăsam o impresie proastă acum, dar mai ales că lumea lua totul aşa personal.
“hm, eu nu stiu cine este acest domn, dar atata o sa il reclam la blogger, pana cand ori il sterg astia, ori se potoleste. no offence.
(la mine oricum intra direct in spam, dupa cum i-a dorit inimioara)” –preferatul meu. No offence taken darling. Şi mamă ce m-am speriat, or să-mi şteargă blogul, uuuuuh, mi frică, scumpul meu blog de doi bani, chiar m-ai rănit. Dacă te linişteş-te, doamnă, îl şterg singur peste vreo săptămână (revin mai târziu la asta). Şi vă rog nu faceţi presupuneri despre ce îmi doreşte mie inimioara.
“Calin Blaga
24 septembrie 2009 19:35
kolcs e un tip f inteligent si campania sa are un sens....” –faptul că existau şi oameni care să mă susţină, sau măcar să vadă că nu e totul doar pentru amuzamentul meu, m-a înviorat puţin
Am lăsat şi eu un comment pt post (relevant de data asta) care în retrospectivă a fost mult mai acid decât intenţionam la vremea aia. Iar răspunsul adminului a fost “eu nu inteleg care e scopul acestei campanii si nu vreau sa fiu subiectul ei. cred ca e lipsa de respect pentru oricine scrie pe blog.” Credeţi sau nu, eu sunt o persoană cu destul bun-simţ încât să nu mă simt confortabil ştiind că supăr oameni intenţionat, dar am decis că pentru campania trec peste astfel de emoţii. Totuşi am renunţat să-i mai las commenturi acestui blogger, nevrând să par că o fac de-al dracu’, deşi poate nici asta nu ar fi fost rău.
Am părăsit acest blog cam demoralizat, dar asta s-a schimbat când am intrat pe alt blog, şi înainte să pot lăsa un comment irelevant, am văzut că cineva o făcuse deja, şi că semnase cu titlul campaniei, pe un blog cu care eu nu aveam legătură. Acea persoană era tudor (mai merită ceva?) şi eram extaziat că poate vor mai fi şi alţii care să participe în campanie, ba chiar neinvitaţi. (nu au mai fost, dar oricum mulţumesc tudor)
A treia reacţie am primit-o sâmbătă (campania a pornit marţi), am primit un mail, care iniţial credeam că e (hehe) spam, aşa că l-am şters după ce am dat click pe linkul din mail. Mesajul spunea ceva de genul că cineva m-a băgat destul în seamă încât să mă înscrie pe site-ul la care ajungeam prin link. Site-ul nu mai ştiu cum se numea dar ceva de genul pe ideea asshole.com. Aparent e un site unde te plângi de cineva, şi apoi îi dai link acelei persoane să vadă (şi altora dacă vrei); puţin cam prea elaborat. Mesajul compus de victimă era ceva de genul: “kolcs is an idiot asshole from romania, who posts random stuff on romanian blogs and then writes campania commenturilor irelevante a.k.a. spam”. Mesajul m-a amuzat, şi îmi pare rău ca nu mai pot ajunge la el, dar ce m-a supărat puţin e că persoana cutare s-a semnat “blogger”. Ceea mi s-a părut extrem de laş. Aş fi putut şi eu să fac toată campania în mod anonim, dar nu am făcut-o, am lăsat oricui libertatea să mă înjure, critice, să depună plângere împotriva mea la blogspot. M-aş fi aşteptat la destulă demnitate şi de la cei care ar urma să se plângă, adică într-un final ce naiba aş fi putut să îi fac acelei persoane chiar dacă ştiam cine e?
Apoi am plecat în Irlanda, unde nu am avut net, şi am cam încheiat campania mai repede cu căteva zile decât vroiam.

Mi-am promis că închei în seara asta oricât de lung ar fi postul, dar sunt deja la a treia pagină de word. Aşa că partea cea mai relevantă, concluziile, vin mâine. Îmi cer scuze de la cele trei-patru persoane care îmi citesc blogul. Şi desigur asta înseamnă o seară în plus de campanie, care am zis că va fi reluată până prezint totul.

LisaNova does YouTube:

Campania commenturilor irelevante a.k.a. spam. Experiment-fail? Part 1

2009-10-04T00:09:00.003+01:00

Spam in blogs (also called simply blog spam or comment spam) is a form of spamdexing. It is done by automatically posting random comments or promoting commercial services to blogs, wikis, guestbooks, or other publicly accessible online discussion boards.(Termenul de spam provine de la un sketch Monty Python din anii ’70 unde într-un restaurant toată mâncarea conţinea spam (şuncă la conservă), iar primii useri de mail au gândit că bulk mailurile sunt ca acel spam. Sketchul îl găsiţi la finalul postului)

Trebuia să scriu chestia asta de joi, dar nah, lenea e puternică în mine. Joi e şi ziua în care trebuia să se termine campania commenturilor irelevante a.k.a. spam. Azi însă e sâmbătă, şi campania s-a terminat cam acum o săptămână (cu excepţia a trei bloguri, dar aia era mai mult semn de afecţiune), motivul principal e o mică excursie în Irlanda unde nu am avut acces la net, şi după 4 zile de absenţă mi se părea aiurea să reiau toată chestia.
De unde a pornit campania asta? Păi fie că aş zice că de la blogul lui Călin Blaga pe data de 21 septembrie sau de la ultimul blogmeet la care am fost sau de la primul, toate trei ar fi cam corecte. Adevărul stă între cele 3. Doar că nu ştiu unde să încep cu explicaţiile. Ţine-ţi-vă, va fi lung.

Să recapitulăm:
-în ianuarie 2008, mi-am făcut blog şi l-am numit “Fuck Blogs”, scopul său era acela de a deconstrui majoritatea blogurilor care sunt cam degeaba în ether şi a promova idea de blog relevant şi interesant (vezi aici), şi de a scrie un astfel de blog (fail, nu epic, dar fail)

-în august 2008 am participat la primul blogmeet din Sibiu, am fost acolo de la început dar nu am rămas mult, aşa deci am pierdut mare parte din discuţii, dar cu toate astea am învăţat destul despre ce înseamnă a fi blogger adevărat, nu doar o persoană care mai scrie câte ceva ce poate fi citit pe net, şi cum blogul a devenit o extensie a bloggerului nu doar o unealtă a acestuia. (vezi aici). În urma acestei întâlniri am decis să devin şi eu blogger, dar în acelaşi timp antiblogger (un fel de contracultură) (s-a rezumat la câteva posture seci, deci iarăşi fail)

-pe 16 septembrie 2009 am participat la un alt blogmeet, aş fi participat şi la celelalte care au avut loc, dar din Anglia îmi era mai greu să ajung. Deşi nu era multă lume, şi iar nu am stat până la final, am putut iarăşi ajunge la câteva concluzii. Mi s-au confirmat câteva idei despre blog-ism şi mi-am dat seama ca obiectivul meu de a ajunge blogger pe bune era încă departe (epic fail! Oare asta mă califică ca şi epic antiblogger? Probabil că nu)
Oricum la acea întâlnire am adus în discuţie un aspect (a trecut neobservat, fail), şi anume că blogosfera sibiană e mult prea liniştită, da, există discuţii în contradictoriu, şi sunt destui care înjură de mama focului, dar nu am observat fenomenul de hateri, trolleri şi altele de genul (ok, eu sunt mai mult cu forumurile), adică persoane care nu te înjură pentru că nu le place postul tău, ci pentru că nu au nimic mai bun de făcut. Astfel bloggerii sibieni iau chestiile mai domol, şi asta nu mi se părea neapărat bine.

-după întâlnire am mai avut câteva încercări placide de a mă integra în comunitatea blog-istică aşa că am început să las comentarii pe diverse bloguri sibiene mai citite. Pe 21 septembrie am ajuns pe “Podul Minciunilor”, printre blogurile mai citite, şi vrând să las un comment, dar negăsind nimic de spus la subiectul postului (discuţiile despre religie, filozofie şi religie mi se par inepuizabile şi fără rezultate) am scris pur şi simplu “first”, fiind primul commentator (o sursă de onoare pentru commentatorii de pe forumuri aprinse), şi pentru că nu ştiam dacă va înţelege cineva am scris “campania commenturilor irelevante”, nici acum nu îmi dau seama de unde şi până unde mi-a venit chestia asta, dar în acel moment cu siguranţă nu aveam în cap ideea campaniei.

(ar fi trebuit să fie un singur psot dar căcatul ăsta devine mult prea lung, aşa că partea cu explicaţiile le las pe mâine seară, nu că ar citi cineva toată chestia asta. Ahh, şi aşa de dragul finalului am să vă mai enervez azi şi mâine cu campania, scuze)

The origins of SPAM:

2009-10-02T01:10:00.000+01:00

Ireland is a fairy-tale...with Guiness.

Descoperirea săptămânii: Stumble!

2009-09-21T22:24:00.000+01:00

Stumble este un toolbar ataşat browserului de internet care la apăsarea unui buton caută siteuri la întâmplare în domeniile tale de interes.
Cum face asta? Simplu, îţi faci cont la ei şi completezi un grilaj despre ce te interesează pe tine în diverse domenii. După care începi.
Poţi să cauţi pe siteuri în general sau să îţi filtreze doar pozele sau video-urile cu ce te interesează.

ATENŢIE!!! CREEAZĂ DEPENDENŢĂ!!!!

2009-09-21T01:21:00.004+01:00

3 luni într-o picătură

2009-09-20T10:03:00.001+01:00

Am mers. Am văzut. Am fost fericit.

Romania din nou la "Ripley's believe it or not"

2009-09-15T09:43:00.004+01:00

dupa ce Sibiul a fost acum cateva luni in revista "Ripley's..." pentru masinile de politie din tabla care sperie soferii vitezomani, Romania arata un nou detaliu ce merita abordat; aparent doar noi, australienii si neo-zeelandezii platim cu bani de plastic:

Targul de carti, filme si muzica: Impresii

2009-09-13T20:08:00.003+01:00

slab. mai mult nu prea merita comentat.

ok recunosc, am fost in ultima zi, in ultimele 2 ore, dar totusi, mi-a ajuns o tura de 5 minute sa-mi dau seama ca pot pleca. la sectia carte erau tot felul de edituri obscure cu teme de stiinte, religie sau masonerie, ceea ce e ok pt cei din domeniu dar in rest cam putin interes. eu de exemplu de 2 luni caut "o minunata lume noua" de huxley, nu e in Sibiu, in Cluj, la Carturesti in Bucuresti; asa ceva ma asteptam sa gasesc. Punctul forte era colectia de carti de la ziarul Adevarul, o initiativca si colectie cu adevarat laudabila.
la muzica era ce-i drept muzica buna romaneasca si o colectie de muzica traditionala straina si clasica dar cam atat.

iar la sectia filme, bataie de joc in tot sensul cuvantului: 5 filme Disney si cateva documentare Discovery Channel. undeva era o proiectie a unui film vechi romanesc, dar fara vreo informatie ce film e sau unde il gasesc.

Chiar simt ca am mers degeaba

Descoperirea saptamanii: Scrieti-va o scrisoarea in viitor

2009-09-07T12:08:00.002+01:00

FutureMe este un site care iti permite sa-ti scrii tie insusi o scrisoarea in viitor, adica scrii cam ce crezi ca ai vrea sa-ti spui sinelui peste 6 luni, un an, doi, zece, scrii data cand vrei sa fie livrata, si uiti de ea. Astfel puteti sa va reamintiti de sentimente uita-te, sa va reambitionati spre teluri abandonate.

In plus puteti citi scrisorile altora, mesajele pe care vroiai sa si le transmita; de la unele pur amuzante, la altele motivatoare si pana la cele surprinzator de triste!

Scrieti-va!

Descoperirea saptamanii: Advertising, cat de departe se poate merge?

2009-09-01T17:08:00.003+01:00

Reclama la o revista belgiana de umor. Oare cat de departe poti merge cu o gluma neagra pana sa devina de prost gust?
Acesti oameni au hotarat sa afle:

Belgian humor magazine ads

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2009-08-27T10:33:00.001+01:00

"I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know."

-Calvin

Reclama: More Indie Music

2009-08-26T09:25:00.005+01:00

The Burning Hell sunt o trupa indie din America. Au cateva melodii dragute cu versuri foarte fain scrise, pe care le puteti asculta aici. Recunosc ca nu prea i-am ascultat prea mult, dar o melodie cel putin m-a obsedat in ultima vreme; atat varianta originala cat si coverul cantat de Chris Klein (American Pie) in filmul Hank&Mike, despre care sper ca voi scrie in curand.

Melodia se numeste: "It Happens in Florida", are urmatoarele versuri:

"Love, it’s like a hurricane: it happens in Florida, it gets into everything.
Love, it’s like a monster truck: it fills up whole stadiums, but it crushes smaller trucks
Love, it’s like a marmoset: it may be small and cute, but sometimes it eats its young
Love, it’s like a trailer park: ugly but functional, the rent is cheap enough
Love, it’s like a garbage man: it collects waste and filth, it smells like rotting flesh
Love, it’s like an interstate: it gets you from place to place, but it’s littered with dead raccoons
Love, it’s like a newborn child: seems interesting when it’s young, gets pedestrian after a while
Love, it’s like a hurricane: it happens in Florida, it destroys everything."

si suna cam asa:

Originala:

Coverul dramatic:

Top Ten Signs You're a Fundamentalist Christian

2009-08-19T16:58:00.000+01:00

10 - You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of yours.

9 - You feel insulted and "dehumanized" when scientists say that people evolved from other life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.

8 - You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Triune God.

7 - Your face turns purple when you hear of the "atrocities" attributed to Allah, but you don't even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all the babies of Egypt in "Exodus" and ordered the elimination of entire ethnic groups in "Joshua" including women, children, and trees!

6 - You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about gods sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came back to life and then ascended into the sky.

5 - You are willing to spend your life looking for little loopholes in the scientifically established age of Earth (few billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by Bronze Age tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that Earth is a few generations old.

4 - You believe that the entire population of this planet with the exception of those who share your beliefs -- though excluding those in all rival sects - will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering. And yet consider your religion the most "tolerant" and "loving."

3 - While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor speaking in "tongues" may be all the evidence you need to "prove" Christianity.

2 - You define 0.01% as a "high success rate" when it comes to answered prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works. And you think that the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.

1 - You actually know a lot less than many atheists and agnostics do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history - but still call yourself a Christian.

2009-07-27T17:31:00.000+01:00

"He who makes a beast of himselfs gets rid of the pain of being a man."
~ Dr. Johnson

R.I.P. Adi Bâldea

2009-07-12T07:34:00.002+01:00

Ieri pe dealul după Săcel 5 tineri au fost implicaţi într-un accident. Pentru unul dintre ei accidentul s-a terminat fatal. La 20 de ani Adi Bâldea a părăsit lumea aceasta. Înainte să sară media pe caz cu speculări despre viteze şi oameni pe care nu i-a întrebat nimeni să critice inconştienţa tinerească, să stăm un minut şi să ne concentrăm asupra lucrurilor în a căror faţă orice alt detaliu păleşte, asupra tânărului care a decedat mult prea devreme, şi asupra familiei şi a prietenilor săi care trec prin momente prin care nimeni nu ar trebui să treacă, şi au nevoie de suportul tuturor.

Adi, toţi cei care te-au cunoscut, şi toţi lăzăriştii din generaţia ta şi nu numai se gândesc la tine. Ultima călătorie pe acest Pământ s-a terminat tragic, fie ca cea în care porneşti acum să te ducă la o destinaţie mai bună. Odihneşte-te în pace!

...it's where the magic happens

2009-07-08T11:25:00.000+01:00

Credinte de Stat

2009-06-25T16:28:00.000+01:00

Mi-a spart cineva contul yahoo

2009-06-21T13:17:00.001+01:00

e singura metoda sa anunt lumea sa nu se supere daca primeste mesaje aiurea.

Ah, da? sugestii? mi-a schimbat jegul ala si parola si intrebarea secreta

Moving

2009-05-29T16:45:00.000+01:00

How should a life fit in a couple of cardboard boxes?

why do birds...?

2009-05-27T18:25:00.000+01:00

2009-05-18T22:18:00.000+01:00

empty

alone

useless

2009-05-16T17:51:00.000+01:00

"Don't you know there ain't no devil, there's just God when he's drunk."

-Tom Waits

Reclama: Ce au reclama Levi’s Jeans si videoclipul Street Spirit in comun?

2009-05-14T21:10:00.004+01:00

Muzica de vioara. Sarabande a lui Haendel. Un tanar isi ia avant si incepe sa fuga. Fuge. Si sare printr-un zid. Si inca unul, si inca unul. Alaturi de el apare o tanara, si ea fuge prin ziduri. Muzica se intensifica. Cei doi par a vrea a intrece moartea si viata si lumea. Muzica se domoleste. Ei isi trag putin duhul. Isi iau avant. Sar prin ultimul zid. Fug in sus pe cate un copac inalt. Se desprind de lume. Plutesc in sus. Libertate.
Cam asa arata una din reclamele la blugii Levi’s care acum cativa ani a facut furori, castigand multe premii. Reclama care imi ridica parul pe brate decat ori o vedeam.
Geniul in spatele acestui scurt filmulet e Jonathan Glazer, un regizor specializat in “scurt-metraje”, adica reclame si videoclipuri. Ii cunoastetei munca, a facut reclame la Stella Artois, Guinnes, Kodak, Levi’s si multe altele. Dar nu stiti el cine e, sin u stiti ca acele reclame se leaga prin el. Nici eu nu steam.
De curand am aflat, intamplator, ca reclama mea favorite are acelasi regizor ca si cateva din videoclipurile mele favorite. Asa ca am sa le postez pe cateva sa va faceti si voi o idee, pentru ca sunt cu siguranta printre cele mai interesante si originale videoclipuri din ultimii 20 de ani:
Levi’s Jeans: Odissey

Radiohead-Street Spirit (Fade Out)

Radiohead-Karma Police

Blur-The Universal
Observati cumva o tenta spre un anume film distopic?

U.N.K.L.E feat Thom Yorke-Rabbit in your Headlights

Reclamă: Alternative/Indie

2009-05-09T17:04:00.003+01:00

Azi vreau să vă prezint două trupe mai mult sau mai puțin cunoscute, care cânte ceva între Indie-Rock și Rock-Alternativ amestecat cu Jazz, Blues și de ce nu? Folk. Înainte să vă speriați citind cuvântul rock, încercați să nu vă gândiți la Metallica și să le da-ți băieților o șansă.

Prima trupă se numește DeVotchka (adică “fată” în rusă, doar că trupa e din America)
Un sunet mellow, relaxant, pășind din când în când în zone mai alerte, cântecele lor par a fi când similar când complet diferite, păstrând elementele care te-au făcut să îi iubești, dar totuși dându-ți ceva nou la fiecare cântec nou; de vocea vocalistului să nu mai vorbesc, încă îmi da fiori în unele moment. Dacă ați văzut filmul “Little Miss Sunshine” veți recunoaște sound-ul, DeVotchka fiind vinovații în spatele soundtrack-ului minunat al filmului.
How it ends:

Till the end of time:

A doua trupă mi-a dat-o un prieten din Lituania acum câteva luni, și deși de obicei nu îmi place muzica oferită de alții, trebuie să recunosc că această trupă m-a prins din prima: The Tiger Lillies.
Prin anii ’80 niște tineri băteau barurile din Camden Town, un cuib pentru trupe underground care caută lansare din inima Londrei, cu un sound original încercând să găsească o șansă să se ridice deasupra. În 1989 s-au lansat official. Un folk care dă înspre blues-rock, cu texte amuzante-morbide despre sărăcie, prostituție, Londra, viață, cei trei și-au făcut un mic fan-base stabil în întreaga lume. Cantecul "Curva" al celor de la Spitalul de Urgenta e un cover Tiger Lillies, dupa cantecul "Whore". Nu am gasit melodiile care le vroiam pe net, dar si astea sunt bune:

Hell:

The Tiger Lillies - Hell
Asculta mai multe audio Muzica »

Her Room:

The Tiger Lillies - Her Room
Asculta mai multe audio Muzica »

Gypseis:

The Tiger Lillies - Gypsies
Asculta mai multe audio Muzica »

Si le recomand pe astea cu mare caldura daca v-au placut cele pe care le-am postat:
Despite
Pimp Song
Heroin and Cocain
Open your legs

Enjoy!

The Shortcut Part 2

2009-05-08T18:48:00.001+01:00

sorry de intarziere, fix cand postez si eu ceva in serie mi se strica calculatorul, genial:

Calm down. This place isn’t that big, and you are not lost. You will not die here. Somebody else must be in here. You look around the old, filthy factory corridor. You calm yourself trying to imagine what purpose each room served for. You hear a noise, in the distance. Every bad thought you suppressed shows its head. There is no guard in the complex. It was crack addicts who put the chains on the gates, to lock you in, to kill you. No. Calm down! It was probably a rat.
You decide to go back to the gate, shout for help. Forget the humiliation, you’ve been here too long. You turn. You can barely hold back the scream which built up in your lungs. There he is, standing there, in the middle of the corridor, twenty feet away. He must have been following you. A dirty, long-haired, weirdly dressed, old man. You were right, fucking crack addicts. What will you do?
“You are guilty!” he says.
You are baffled. That is the last thing you expected. “Guilty of what?” you ask, “I’ve done nothing!”.
“You entered the realm. All who enter are guilty until proven innocent!”
That’s bullshit, it’s stupid, just fucking idiotic, tell him that. Tell him he’s a stupid fucking crack addict. “I don’t understand. Guilty of what? I didn’t know I was supposed to enter. I’m sorry! Look, I have money!”
“Silence! You will be trialed now.”
Shit! They come out! So fucking many. Where the fuck do they all come from? Filthy morlocks. They grab, you. You panic! You smell their stench! They tie you down.
“The rock will decide you fate.” The old one speaks again. He takes a rock from his pocket, he throws it at you, but it drops just before your feet. As it stops all scream out in join.
“You have not been found innocent. You will die!”
You scream out, you protest. That wasn’t a trial. That was bullshit. You scream, you beg, you curse, you try to bribe. They throw you in a small chamber, and lock you in. You are tied up on the floor. Silence creeps in as you hear them leave. You try to calm down. This cannot be real! Then you hear something crawling up a pipe. A rat appears in the room. You hear more of them coming. Many more. This isn’t right. This shouldn’t be happening. You hear them crawling and squeaking. Squeak. This is impossible. Squeak. This is not how the plan works. Squeak. Should be home by now. Squeak. No! Squeak. Squeak. Louder. Squeak. Squeak. Wait. It isn’t “squeak” it’s “beep”. Beep-beep-beep. Of course! It’s your alarm clock. It’s seven thirty. It’s morning. Beep. It was just a dream. Beep. That’s why it didn’t make sense. Beep. It’s all clear now. It was dream. Even though you cannot move. It was just a dream. As they crawl on you, it was just a dream. As they start nabbing. As hours seem to pass, and the pain grows unbearable, it was just a dream. As you finally bleed enough to faint. As life slips from your eyes, it was just a dream. It was just a dream.

Râsete

2009-05-05T03:31:00.001+01:00

Nu am mai râs demult. Nu cu poftă. Nu cât să mă doară abdomenul. Vrea să râd.

The Shortcut Part 1

2009-05-04T21:25:00.001+01:00

Nu am mai postat demult literatura, asa ca postez azi prima jumatate a unei schite Kafkaniene pe care am scris-o de curand. Enjoy. Leave a comment maybe.

You hate it when these things happen. You do! You don’t hate what happens, you hate that it happens. These little things which spoil your little plans. You are a decent man. Yes sir, you are. You are not violent, you are not vulgar, you do your job right, you have your hobbies. You don’t have vices. Sure, you drink now and then, and you smoke occasionally, when you are stressed, but you don’t feel the need to do it constantly. You don’t gamble, you don’t do whores. You don’t cheat, you don’t seek to gain advantages on the backs of your fellow men. You call your mother every week-end, and you want children one day. You’re the kind of man any man ought to be. Your only little tweak is your little plans, and it fucks you up, when shit like this happens and fucks up your plans.
Your little plans you live every moment of your life by. You wake up every day at seven (except week-ends and holidays when you wake up at eight), by seven thirty you had your breakfast, then you take a shower, you brush your teeth, you shave, in that order. You are not obsessive-compulsive, you don’t count the number of the strokes of your blade, but that’s the most effective order of doing things. You go to work, you finish 9 hours later, one hour over the program to prepare everything for the next day, you go to the train station and you take the same train every evening. You walk home, and you use the shortcut through the abandoned factory complex. The little shortcut which you found, all by yourself, and of which you are so fucking proud of. The other fucking idiots have to walk half a fucking mile around the complex, or take a cab. And they are fucking idiots compared to you, are they not?
And this is what fucks you up tonight. Because tonight you’re the fucking idiot. Because tonight the gate at the end of your fucking little short-cut is fucking locked, and there is no fucking way you could fucking get by it. So you have to turn back, and walk around, and you’re angry. Not because you have to walk all that way, but because your plan backfired, it did not work out as you had it in your head. No. And that’s why you forget about your civil ways and explode into bursts of cursing, yes, motherfucking, shitting, fucking, sucking cursing; with more cunts and dicks and arses and whores and sons of bitches than even a sailor could bare hearing.
But it does not stop here does it? No. Trouble seldom comes alone, and a plan backfires, it does it all they way. As you walk back, you see it, but you refuse to believe it. So you walk up close, and still you refuse at first to believe it, but in vain. The gate you came in is also locked. In the short period you walked to the other end of the complex, somebody locked this gate as well and there’s a fucking thick chain with a fucking big lock on the gate, and there is now way you could fucking jump it, not even fucking Houdini could fucking get out of this one.
So what now mister genius? Think. Somebody locked the gate from the inside, so somebody must be in the complex.
You start exploring the twisted labyrinth. You are uneasy. Last time you did this, when you found the shortcut, it was daylight, now it’s almost dark. But there must be someone, both gates were locked on the inside. Or there is another exit, which would suite you even better. Your anger persists, but your worries start overwhelming it. The silence of the complex is unnatural.

Reclamă: Alina Orlova

2009-05-03T16:42:00.003+01:00

Lituanianca de 21 a surpins Europa cu muzica ei simplă și profundă și vocea ei pătrunzătoare.
Sper să vă placă:

Site-ul ei pe myspace, unde găsiți mai multe melodii de-ale ei.

2009-05-03T14:18:00.001+01:00

"Alcohol is the answer... What was the question?"

* The Streets

Nostalgia 14: Katzenauge

2009-05-02T12:22:00.002+01:00

probabil printre primele anime-uri care le-am vazut, pe vremea cand cuvantul anime inca nu exista in vocabularul occidental:

Ps: sugerati si voi desene romanesti sau altele din copilaria pe care sa le postez in posturi din categoria asta

Reclama: Muzica UOAU

2009-05-01T12:51:00.004+01:00

Multumita unei scenete pe care am vazut-o ieri la faculta si care a folosit un cover complet nou(pentru mine) al melodiei "Creep" al trupei Radiohead am descoperit trupa SCALA AND THE KOLACNY BROTHERS, un cor de fete belgiene condus de fratii Kolacny, unul la pian-acompaniament si celalalt ca si conductor. Au cateva melodii proprii, dar marea parte a muzicii lor consta din coveruri incredibile ale diverselor melodii binecunoscute (de genul Apocalyptica doar ca nu doar rock). Rezultatul e variat si uimitor. Sper sa va placa si voua, va pun patru coveruri sa va faceti o idee:

Creep (prima care am auzit-o si care mi-a dat fiori)

Una Rammstein, da Rammstein, si suna mai melodic decat v-ati putea imagina:

Una pentru fetele(care or fi daca or fi) care citesc blogul:

si una iar pentru rockeri si mai ales fani Nirvana:

Alte coveruri includ Muse, Madonna, Depeche Mode, ABBA, Placebo si altii, asa ca nu le pierdeti din vedere.

2009-04-29T16:30:00.000+01:00

"Art is working on something 'til you like it- then leaving it that way"

~unknown

2009-04-26T23:15:00.001+01:00

"You are not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on."

* Dean Martin

2009-04-23T12:06:00.001+01:00

"Once ... in the wilds of Afghanistan, I lost my corkscrew, and we were forced to live on nothing but food and water for days."

* W.C. Fields

2009-04-21T10:57:00.001+01:00

"I drink to make other people interesting."

* George Jean Nathan

2009-04-20T18:16:00.000+01:00

"Everybody has to believe in something... I believe I'll have another drink."

* W.C. Fields

Tehnologie vs. Tehnologie: nevoia pentru un robot care cântă la vioară

2009-04-19T19:34:00.003+01:00

Azi am dat peste 2 filmulețe pe youtube, ambele prezentând inovațiile făcute în industria robotică, ambele însă foarte diferite.
Primul film este despre un robot-cărăuș. BigDog merge în 4 picioare și poate căra 350 livre. Inovația acestui robot este abilitatea sa de a-și păstra echilibrul pe picioare. ‘Mersul’ a dat bătaie de cap oamenilor de știință, roboții neputându-și menține echilibrul, având probleme cu obstacole și fiind foarte instabili; motiv pentru care până acum s-a recurs la folosirea roților sau altor forme de mișcare. Acest robot însă are un echilibru incredibil chiar și pe teren extreme de accidentat, pe gheață sau în urma unui impact puternic, lucru care îi da acces în zone în care roboți pe roți și oameni ar ajunge cu greu. Iată un exemplu de tehnologie folositoare care are potențialul de a salva (și desigur a distruge prin râzboaie) multe vieți.

Al doilea robot arată ceva mai estetic decât primul, lucru care nu îi dă însă superioritate. Toyota a scos pe piață un robot care cântă la vioară…de ce? De ce avem nevoie de un robot care cântă la vioară? Și cântă e mult spus, atâta tot că apasă degetele acolo unde trebuie, de fiecare dată exact acolo. Chiar așa de bucuroși suntem să ne dăm umanitatea? Chiar așa ne grăbim să luăm în brațe și să dăm bani pe fiecare nou gadget? Pentru că o să fie destul bogatași care o să-l cumpere. De ce? Pentru că știe să cânte cu precizie 100.000 la vioară? Asta e ideea unui interpret, de fiecare dată va fi altfel melodia, pentru că nici cel mai bun violinist nu poate repeat identic un cântec, iar asta îi confer unicitate, pe când robotul asta face, repetă exact aceeași chestier (decât dacă nu îl programăm altfel). Și poate un robot scrie o simfonie, sau măcar să interpreteze melodia în concordanță cu propria identitate? Încă o dată: De ce avem nevoie de așa ceva?

2009-04-19T09:14:00.000+01:00

"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."

* Humphrey Bogart

2009-04-18T15:44:00.002+01:00

"To alcohol: the cause of --- and solution to --- all of life's problems. "

Homer J. Simpson

Facebook

2009-04-17T21:25:00.001+01:00

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

2009-04-17T15:17:00.003+01:00

"The ultimate evil is to leave the company of the living before you die."
-Seneca

Time heals all wounds?

2009-04-16T14:15:00.002+01:00

Bugs Bunny

2009-04-08T22:34:00.002+01:00

interpretarea adevarata a numelui faimosului personaj animat

(insecte iepure in caz ca nu v-ati prins)

98% Of Babies Manic-Depressive

2009-04-08T15:29:00.002+01:00

"NEW YORK—A new study published in The Journal Of Pediatric Medicine found that a shocking 98 percent of all infants suffer from bipolar disorder. "The majority of our subjects, regardless of size, sex, or race, exhibited extreme mood swings, often crying one minute and then giggling playfully the next," the study's author Dr. Steven Gregory told reporters. "Additionally we found that most babies had trouble concentrating during the day, often struggled to sleep at night, and could not be counted on to take care of themselves—all classic symptoms of manic depression." Gregory added that nearly 100 percent of infants appear to suffer from the poor motor skills and impaired speech associated with Parkinson's disease."

Sursa:

FUCK BLOGS SUSTINE FRATII DE PESTE PRUT

2009-04-08T08:14:00.003+01:00

LUPTATI INAINTE!

PS: inainte sa se apuce unii dintre voi care ma stiti sa lasati comentarii cu glume ca eu sunt ungur si nu am cum sa sustin aceasta cauza, ce ar fi sa evitati o data in viata o miscare extrem de previzibila pentru un motiv mai nobil decat amuzamentul vostru!

De prin viaţă

2009-04-07T10:00:00.000+01:00

Deseori ne dezamăgim pe sine, deseori îi dezamăgim pe alţii, dar cel mai rău e când ne dezamăgim pe sine dezamăgindu-i pe alţii.

Nostalgia 13: Captain Planet

2009-04-05T10:17:00.005+01:00

pt ca inainte sa avem cablu ne uitam la desenele prost dublate de pe TVR1.
Nu cred ca am vazut desene mai corect politic...bleah. Dar faine erau atunci.

Din pacate nu am gasit varianta cu naratorul roman care vorbeste peste cel englez:

Sugerat de Fabi.

Cum si de ce Guevara...

2009-04-03T09:45:00.002+01:00

Spuneti-mi sincer ca nu e asa:

chiar si inainte de tot hype-ul "El Che" din ultimii 2-3 ani, cu filmele lui Sodenbergh si a lui Salles, cu toate cartile care au aparut despre el, fata lui era pe tricouri, brighete, ghiozdane etc. Toti erau cu "Guevara" da putini stiau ceva concret despre el.
Nu vreau sa subminez realizarile si simbolismului marelui argentinian, si ma bucur ca in ultima vreme lumea este interesara nu doar de monocromul cu fata sa; dar sa nu mai zica nimeni ca nu suntem niste oi fara creier

Nostalgia 12: Natalia Oreiro-Inger Salbatic

2009-04-01T21:38:00.005+01:00

pentru ca nostalgia copilariei si preadolescentei nu se rezuma doar la RTL2
pentru ca toata lumea (fie care recunoaste fie ca nu) se uita la serialul asta, pentru ca avea umor si drama si nu era prost scris (pt o telenovela)
pentru ca e NATALIA OREIRO (she's fuckin' hot)

si melodia asta era si ea asociata serialului:

Nostalgia 11: Gargoyles

2009-03-26T12:39:00.001Z

un intro super-tare (cel putin pt un copil de 12 ani)

Nostalgia 10: Around the world with Willy Fog

2009-03-25T13:43:00.004Z

Era o vreme cand desenele erau bazate pe romane, cum ar fi "Mizerabilii", lucru care te determina ca sa le chiar citesti dupa ce ajungi in clasa 1.
Aceste desene erau bazate pe romane de Jules Verne (cine nu are colectia acea aurie in biblioteca, mostenita de la parinti?) mai precis: "80 de zile in jurul lumii", "Calatorie spre centrul Pamantului" si "20000 de leghe sub mari"

Enjoy:

Sezon 1 (anii 80):

Sezon 2 si 3 (anii 90):

Nostalgia 9: Alvin and the Chipmunks

2009-03-24T19:41:00.002Z

pentru Paula, cu intarziere considerabila, cele 2 intro-uri de la Alvin and the Chipmunks:

Aftermath

2009-03-23T22:55:00.000Z

I am discustingly content with life.

Descoperirea zilei

2009-03-23T17:21:00.004Z

cu totii faceam animale din umbrele mainilor cand eram mici, acest om insa nu a incetat si a impins limitele acestui joc spre arta. Incredibil:

Reclamă: Muzică alternativă românească

2009-03-21T18:33:00.003Z

Pentru că muzica bună nu e doar cea care are videoclipuri pe Mtv. Două trupe românești formate din tineri pe care am avut norocul să le descopăr prin diverse circumstanțe:

Eloize: rock alternativ/indie, influențe Radiohead, nu prea comparabil cu altceva de pe piața românească.

http://profile.myspace.com/eloizero

Phaser: un soft-rock/jazz mixture foarte de efect.

http://www.myspace.com/phaserband5

Acordați-le 5 minute, poate pățiți ca și mine și descoperiți o nouă trupă favorită. And spread the news.

2009-03-14T21:34:00.001Z

„Or, cine își cunoaște clipa de față, până nu devine trecut? Sensul ei total ne apare mai târziu, așa cum mergând pe un drum necunoscut [...] abia uitându-ne în urmă ne dăm seama cât de drept sau de sinuos a fost.”

~Marin Preda

Reclamă: 9.

2009-03-14T17:16:00.003Z

În 2005 Shane Acker a dat lumii scurtmetrajul animat 3-D „9”. În cele 10 minute ale sale filmulețul ne prezintă un viitor, în care noi nu mai suntem, iar ultimii umanoizi, sunt terorizați de un colector de suflete mecanic. După uciderea lui 5, 9 este ultimul rămas și trebuie să înfrunte monstrul pentru a-și răzbuna semenii și pentru a-și asigura liniștea. În ciuda faptpului că dialogul lipsește, povestea este captivantă, iar imaginile sunt fermecătoare, motiv pentru care filmulețul a fost nominalizat la oscar. De atunci circulă pe internet, pentru oameni să-l descopere. (eu am dat peste el întâmplător prin Stumble)

De curând am aflat (tot întâmplător) că scurt metrajul cu puternic potențial cinematografic chiar este în proces de filmare. Va fi regizat de Tim Burton, și vocile personajelor (de data asta va și dialog) vor fi interpretate de actori faimoși precum: Elijah Wood, Jennifer Connoly, John. C. Reily. Filmul va ieși anul ăsta. Trailerul e mai jos, și scurtmetrajul complet la fel (astfel când mergeți la film când va ieși, vă puteți lauda prietenilor că ați văzut scurtmetrajul pe care e bazat)

Scurt-metraj:

Trailer:

Firestarter

2009-03-13T00:00:00.002Z

chiar si cele mai bizare versuri de rock pornesc din situatii adevarate

Cosmic Holy Zombie

2009-03-11T13:12:00.001Z

Marijuana ca si tratament pentru cancer (nu e gluma)

2009-03-10T23:05:00.003Z

"while marijuana has never killed anyone, marijuana prohibition has killed millions."

In 2003 in urma unui studiu s-a publicat un articol medical despre efectele benefice pe care canabinoizii ii au asupra animalelor suferinde de cancer. A se intelege nu se refera la canabisul inhalat, dar poate asta insemna oare ca fumarea unui joint din cand in cand poate fi benefic nu doar starii mentale din acel moment?

Intreg articolul aici!
Un al doilea articol pe aceeasi tema.
Din pacate sunt in engleza.

Wordplay

2009-02-24T18:59:00.002Z

Real Eyes
Realize
Real Lies

V-day revisited

2009-02-14T15:45:00.001Z

de dragul acestei zi speciale reiau articolul de anul trecut

Blog Nou

2009-02-10T16:38:00.003Z

pt ca unii s-au plans ca blogul e boring de cand fac recenzii la filme (nu ca nu ar fi fost inainte) si pentru a face contextul recenziilor mai profesionale putin, mi-am deschis un blog strict pentru filme, cu recomandari, stiri si recenzii.
Vor fi in romana majoritatea, dar daca tot fac curs de recenzii pt care trebuie sa scriu, le voi publica si pe acelea, asa primul e o recenzie la "Curious Case of Benjamin Button", scris dupa stilul revistei EMPIRE (un fel de BRAVO al filmelor din Anglia)

linkul e: www.kolcs-sees.blogspot.com

2009-02-09T00:45:00.002Z

2009-02-07T21:45:00.001Z

"To assert that the earth revolves around the sun is as erroneous
as to claim that Jesus was not born of a virgin."

~Cardinal Bellarmine, 1615, during the trial of Galileo

George W. Bush: Retrospectiva

2009-02-05T20:50:00.002Z

nu-s eu cu politica, dar ce trebuie spus trebuie spus:

Reclama: ATENTIE CREEAZA DEPENDENTA

2009-02-01T22:56:00.004Z

daca va plac jocurile flash mici de pe net, care trebuie gandite putin, jocul asta o sa vi sa pare genial.

http://www.kongregate.com/games/Scarybug/chronotron

ps: daca va palce fizica/matematica/teoriile quantice/SFurile neaparat sa incercati

i do

2009-01-27T10:16:00.000Z

Farewell (for the time being)

2008-12-22T08:09:00.001Z

ma pis pe el blog (voi probabil la fel)

Romania dulce Romania

2008-12-11T17:32:00.003Z

cum isi promoveaza Dacia modelul Sandero la un show auto.

all hail

2008-12-11T00:02:00.000Z

Am descoperit încarnarea supremă a civilizației, se numește lene: adică serios, GIN&TONIC la doză? Așa de greu e să le amesteci singur?

2008-12-10T15:15:00.001Z

"Este evident că Dumnezeu era o soluţie şi că nu vom mai găsi niciodată o alta la fel de satisfăcătoare."

~Emil Cioran

Nostalgia 8: Cartea Cărților

2008-12-09T02:32:00.004Z

mi-am amintit, asta a fost sigur primul desen pe care l-am vazut vreodata, si oarecum nu imi pare rau ca am uitat de el pana acum.

scuze ca nu am gasit doar intro-ul, stingeti voi cand va saturati, in schimb am gasit doua variante, prima penibila, de dublare peste vocile originale (cu intro-ul efectiv rostit peste cantecul englez) si varianta cu dublare normala, care pare aproape si mai penibil

Nonsibieni uimiti de minunile tehnologice din fosta capitala culturala

2008-12-07T01:24:00.004Z

mare e gradina domnului.
am dat intamplator pe youtube de filmuletul unora care si-au petrecut revul in Sibiu (si sigur nu-s ardeleni).
sper sincer ca au fost fumati sau bauti

deci sincer, bai frate, esti nebun?

Nostalgia 7: Mizerabilii

2008-12-04T11:22:00.004Z

tot din seria tvr1, inceputul anilor 90, alt desen mult prea serios si trist pentru a se difuza azi, in era desenelor de umor crud, fara continut:

Nostalgia 6

2008-12-03T19:44:00.002Z

asta era pe tvr1, inainte sa avem tv color, sau cablu, cand dublarea insemna vocile romane in paralel cu cele originale, doar ca ceva mai tari. amintiri vagi

Zack and Miri make a Porno

2008-12-01T02:36:00.005Z

An: 2008
Regie: Kevin Smith
Cu: Seth Rogen, Elizabeth Banks, Jason Mewes, Jeff Anderson
Limba: Engleză
Durata: 101 minute

Titlul a fost primul “Nu”, trailerul amintea de genul de comedii American Pie, deci al doilea “Nu”, iar al treilea a fost Seth Rogen; pur și simplu nu mi se pare un actor așa de bun, adică nu știe să joace decât loserul adorabil, ceea ce e drăguț, dar…
Cele trei “nu”-uri au fost aproape imediat anulate când am citit numele Kevin Smith la regizor. Asta schimba situația complet, dar am să revin la asta într-un articol mai lung (tot necitit ca ăla cu von Trier) despre el și filmele sale.
Pe scurt: Zack(Rogen, “Knocked-Up”, “Superbad”) și Miri (Banks, “Scrubs”, “Definitely, Maybe”) se cunosc din clasa întâi, locuiesc împreună, dar au o relație pur platonică pe care nici unul nu vrea să o complice. Nu au bani, rămân fără apă, curent, căldură și riscă să rămână fără apartament, așa că decid să facă singurul lucru logic, să facă un film porno. Adună o mică echipă și se apucă de treabă. Singura problemă o constituie faptul că își dau seama că relația nu este atât de platonică precum vroiau ei să creadă, și când își filmează scena, după cum o pune Zack „we wanted to fuck, and ended up to make love”. Lucrurile se complică când intervine mândria fiecăruia, frica de a nu pierde prietenia și scenele pe care le au cu ceilalți actori. Dacă finalul e happy sau nu, e ceva ce fanii lui Smith știu deja și fără să vadă filmul, iar cei care nu au auzit de el vor trebui să afle, pentru că filmul nu ar trebui ratat.
Geniul comedic a lui Smith („Clerks”, „Mallrats”, „Dogma”, „Jay and Silent Bob strike Back”) iese din nou la iveală prin îmbinarea a două tipuri de comedii. Dacă publicul român este în general mai deschis la tot felul de filme în mod nediscrimantoriu, în America discrepanța dintre „chick flicks” și „guy movies” e mai mare. Aici intervine Smith care combină neprevăzut cele două genuri. „Zack and Miri make a Porno” este cu siguranță cea mai romantică comedie care se poate face despre unii care fac un film pornografic. Umorul original și numeroasele referințe culturale nu lipsesc nici aici, astfel încât toate genurile de public să fie acoperite: glume romantice și emoții pentru fete, glume mai vulgare pentru băieți, și glume de care nu se vor prinde cu adevărat decât cei cu o cultură generală cât de cât largă.
Desigur momentele de female and male full-frontal-nudity, scenele sexuale foarte explicite(este interzis minorilor), și unele glume grafice șocant-vulgare, vor face ca unii oameni să fie indignați, dar nah, bețe în cur avem cu toții, iar dacă a unora sunt mai groase și mai lungi, nu îi putem condamna, nu?
Deci da, un film relaxant, amuzant și un pic emoționant, numa’ bun după o săptămână stresantă. Merge foarte bine și singur, și cu gagica (din mai multe motive) și la fel de bine cu gașca de prieteni beți și gălăgioși care caută senzații tari; nerecomandabil cu părinții, interzis cu bunicii.

plus: posterele filmului: originalul care a fost interzis, si cel care l-a inlocuit:

Original:

versiune 2:

pe un artist bun limitarile il duc la creativitate

Nostalgia 5

2008-11-30T18:22:00.002Z

pe astia sigur ii mai stiti: