Tomorrow I’ll have an AdBreak
When I started to write here a few days ago, I swore to myself that this blog won’t have anything to do with my work. But I just realized that somehow I like what I do and our “products” are interesting (in Jeffre Jackson’s terms of interestingness) and challenging enough . So tomorrow I’ll be at AdBreak, celebrating the creative work in the Romanian advertising industry. These guys that we invited managed to gain at least one award at the Golden Drum advertising festival. A big hip-hip-horray! for McCann, who won Golden Rose, the award given for the agency of the year. This month we talk about them and their work. I challenge my friend, See U Thursday, to join me tomorrow and to cut the crap with his silence on the topic 
According to some opinions, the festival was not at its best rate this year. I’m really looking forward to the event tomorrow to listen what the attendees have to say. Muhahhahahaha.
Whatever happens, we’ll all have to listen to this in the end (10x Mira).
song remains all by himself in playlist XXX
They only want you when you’re seventeen
When you’re twenty one, you’re no fun.
C’mon!
desktop
thanks to Radu, i have the cutest desktop ever.
music is served by Marquita Norwood
Nu pot să zic
Lui Nu-Pot-Să-ţi-Zic
Când stăm aşezaţi pe scară
În faţa la „Reparăm electrocasnice”
Cu limbile înfipte în cojile de seminţe,
Scuipăm cu eleganţă
Şi-mi vine să, îmi vine să… nu pot să-ţi zic.
The Bathroom Story
I’m in the bathroom, lying in the bathtub.
It’s funny, but each time someone enters the room,
The water seem to change its color and consistency
And new objects appear at the surface.
For example, my father came in one day.
The bathtub suddenly filled with fluffy toys:
Teddy bears, yellow little ducklings
White kittens and a few grey fishes.
Even a blue dolphin came around my neck.
And what’s mostly awkward,
The fluffy toys didn’t get wet
And they just disappeared
When my father went away
Leaving me all naked in the bathtub again.
The day after, a little blonde haired girl came
With her ugly friends to play in my bathroom.
I was rather thrilled, ‘cause I was feeling lonely.
Again, the water turned into something else:
There was an invasion of very cool sport shoes.
The ugly girls seemed to like me,
So we started to chat about this and that.
The blonde girl took my hand
And gave me the most beautiful smile
Despite her squinting look.
The little girls took their cigarettes
And moved into my sister’s bathroom
With some noise.
The very cool sport shoes disappeared
And I found myself in the same violet water again.
After a while, an old sneaky man called on me.
I had no choice but to let him in!
The bathtub was full of flowers this time.
Some bees too.
He tried to convince me that outside
I’m going to find the real world.
Unfortunately for him I already knew that
And I refused to follow his lead
Although his stories about kindergarten playgrounds
I hadn’t yet seen
Almost convinced me to leave my business.
An old lady came to take him home.
I’ve heard they died a few years later.
My next unique visitor was a librarian.
Smart, in his 40s, with a great suit.
Bliss to my mind!
His assistant, was shouting from outside the bathroom,
But we could hear her clearly,
As she had the voice of God or Satan (I cannot tell).
The librarian told me some great stories
About seas and fucked up parents
In the shouting breaks of his dear assistant.
My bathtub didn’t react this time
And the librarian saw me naked
In the violet water.
I grabbed a towel, but I still felt ashamed.
After he went away, like the others before,
Many people came into my bathroom:
A knight, a retard little girl, an elf,
A player, a very smart porn star, a peasant,
The dear avatar of young people
And a whore.
The librarian came as well one more time into my bathroom.
He saw me naked again.
I felt ashamed again.
Now I stay here lying.
As I write this,
Charlie Chaplin is making me laugh.
The bathtub is full of pickle jars.
They are heavy on my chest.
I hope Charlie will think
To put them away.
Picture found here: Pierre Bonnard. Nude in the Bathtub with Small Dog. 1941-46.
consumer generated content
One more reason to love Academia Caţavencu and my friend See U Thursday.
Dilettante theatre
Two days ago, Mar took us to a play (the opening of the Maraton, that celebrates 70 years since Casa de cultură a studenţilor was set up), called Năpasta, the only drama that Caragiale wrote. I remember that I read it when I was 13 and it seemed to be rather complicated to be set, because of its psychological plot. I still believe that it’s very hard to direct Năpasta so that the audience won’t feel a bit uncomfortable nowadays.
The actors were young, perhaps amateurs and they tried to make a good impression, but the feeling I got is that the play got on the scene without enough rehearsals. One of the actors, playing Gheorghe, forgot some of the lines and the girl was too pathetic with her act. I am sorry to say that it wasn’t the best way to spend my evening.
For the complete program for Maraton, see this link.
Sleep Tight Tiger
by Husky Rescue
and a nice slideshow with winter pics found by mistake on youtube
