La spalatorie

Cand am auzit prima data ca nu avem masina de spalat si nici posibilatatea de a instala una, nu m-am ingrijorat foarte tare. In primul rand pentru ca, nu-i asa, dupa colt, exista spalatoria. Nu m-am gandit niciodata ca nu ar fi foarte igienic sa-ti speli rufele in aceleasi masini cu restul lumii – mai curata sau mai murdara. Si apoi, vazusem deseori in filme procedeul. Mi se parea o chestie misto, o chestie ce tine de felul occidental de viata.

Primul soc l-am avut la pret. Nu imi dadusem seama cat costa de fapt sa speli. Si cat costa sa usuci. Adio rufelor atarnate pe balcon. De unde unul? Asa ca am inceput sa fac sacrificii. Diverse „hainute pretioase” au ajuns la gramada cu hainele de purtat prin casa. Asa a ajuns camasa mea alba dantelata de un galbui ametitor.

Al doilea soc a fost rata de spalat. Doar nu era ca la fiecare transpiratie sa dau fuga la colt, nu? Asa au devenit plimbarile la spalatorie adevarate excursii cu sacul in spate.

Numaratoarea se opreste aici. Nu mai stiu ce a urmat. La un moment dat, la una dintre spalari, am avut surpriza unui parfum de neuitat. Habar n-am ce fusese inainte in masina aia, dar n-am mai putut purta hainele alea pana nu le-am mai spalat o data. Nici macar in sifonier nu le-am putut tine de frica sa nu se raspandeasca mireasma.

Si-am ajuns la ziua de ieri. O noua excursie la colt cu sacul in spate. Hainele erau impartite in pachetele dupa cum urmau sa intre in masini. Intr-una negrituri, in alta albituri. In a treia culori diverse. Numai ca diversele au avut surpriza vietii lor. S-au transformat in diverse imblanite! La naiba! Ce-or fi facut? Au spalat vreun caine in masina aia? Vreun pisoi? Era masina plina de fire de par. Mai blonde asa, destul de lungi. Vreo 5-6 cm. Daca nu mai mult. Nu am cuvinte sa descriu ce scarba (de-a dreptul) am simtit atunci.

Happy Holidays

As the word was getting around, that my frozen empire will be populated, I didn’t care much about anything else. And everything came true. Yes!! People did come and I had so much fun. I was happy.

TIME magazine’s “Person of the Year” 2006 – YOU

First, I must say, I’m not a reader of the “Time”, but, like many people, I heard of it and especially about its “person of the year” title. At times controversial, this title has come to be seen more as a distinction, like an award, than a recognition that somebody (or something) did something – good or bad- to shake, to change or to have an impact in the world.

For this year, there’s no picture of somebody or something. There’s a mirror. For the reader to see itself. Because he or she is the person of the year. So, the person of the year is YOU. Go ahead and look at the Time’s cover. You’re on it! I find it a very interesting idea.

Time Magazine’s website 

P.S. I believe that the title has a more dedicated side to those who surf and interact with the Internet, who share their opinions, ideas, creations – good, bad, stupid or brilliant. It doesn’t put a value on them, it’s just an appreciation of the diversity. A “massive social experiment” as is it called.

World news on CNN?

A few months ago, while browsing through TV channels, I stopped on CNN because I saw that they were having a “Breaking News”. It must be something important I thought.

The plane will land in a few moments!!
The plane is landing!!
He will come out in a few moments!!
He traveled on the first class with champagne and caviar!!
He came out!!
Amazing!!

Really?? They were reporting live from an airport how a plane carrying a freak – someone who confessed to a murder that later on turned out he didn’t commit – was landing. How is that “Breaking News”? When an event like this turned into something worth of a live report for all the world to see?

Today I made the mistake to watch CNN again. This time was no “Breaking News”, but it was a live report from a town, somewhere in the UK. An interview with a police officer about, of course, a murderer – serial murderer. Very interesting, isn’t it?

Every area in the world has its share of perverts, murderers and so on. Since when is this so important to make it as world news?

Well, dear CNN, it’s time to tell you “Good Bye”. If I want this kind of news I don’t need you. The local TV stations and news papers can get far more “juicy” stories. And if I want, what I consider, “world news”, I don’t need you either as you don’t have a such thing.

“World news” in my view is something that concerns the whole world.
Just an (one) example: If I’d be living in a troubled place and somehow I’ve managed to have electricity, a satellite antenna and a TV and I’d still have the power to keep my eyes open because I haven’t ate in a while I would want to see that the world is watching me…

Modding

I took my first steps in modding for Oblivion. What was I supposed to start with if not with some new clothes? I just made some retexturing, nothing else. Making new meshes is far too complicated for me. I’m not yet satisfied with the results to make them public, but I’m working hard.

P.S. I know my English has many flaws, but I thought “retexturing” exists. It seems that the spell-check from WordPress doesn’t recognize it.

Me

…and my new hair color…

My TES IV Oblivion character :)

Hello world!

Hello world! and, indeed, this is my first post. My first step in the world of blogging. We’ll see where this journey will take me.