A while back, I had started a series dedicated to poetry. I called it poezia de marti or Tuesday Poem, but it wasn't long lived. Let's try again.

Yet another childhood photo is stirring up memories. This time is with colleagues and friends, rather than teachers.

Somebody, somewhere, posted a photo with a few of my primary school (Scoala Generala nr. 197) teachers. The fear of forgetting gets me to share some memories here.

We were talking about stories never told and she confessed some early childhood game she used to play. As she had never told anyone, it took her a while and lots of encouragement to write it.

A friend asked me for advice on studying in Vienna vs Prague - just the kind of incentive I needed to spin the wheel of memories.

I need to commit some of my very recent memories to this blog, but precisely because everything happened so recently, I need to be even more ambiguous than usual.

I keep talking about Sweden, but I don't think I've ever shared my personal memories. Time to do so.

A while back, I wrote briefly about "Pippi Longstocking", a book I got as a gift from a German friend. It's famous in Europe - especially Germanic countries -

There's been a lot of hoopla about horses and Romania lately. Let's summarize it.

I didn't use to listen to a lot of pop, but Adrian Enescu is a composer responsible for more than 80% of the Romanian pop music I used to listen to as a kid. I thought it might be a good idea to share it with whomever might hold an interest in it.

@ziarul_gandul started #cometoromania on the heels of #avoidbritain 
Recently, a lot of cyber-ink has been flowing re: the British xenophobia and more specifically, the fear that waves of Romanians and Bulgarians will invade Britain in search of non-existent jobs or, even worse, of welfare payments.

I have recently attended the “space” / poetry / jamming session I mentioned earlier and predictably, I chose to read a poem by Marin Sorescu. I thought I present it here as well.

I am repeatedly getting inquiries from people who are upset that this blog isn't solely about Zamolxis, as its name might suggest to them. This shouldn't be difficult.

We've met in a crowded room and her smile (or was it her ROTFL?) temporarily blinded me. I don't know why I find her so ubercool - maybe it's cuz I met her in the middle of winter and she’s such an all-around solar experience.

Only recently have I discovered the "Superscrieri Prizes" and I thought I share it with you – it’s quite interesting.

This is an article I started a while back as the continuation of another, but abandoned before completion. The article no longer reflected my feelings, it seemed exaggerated and somewhat hysterical. I rediscovered it recently, as I needed a reference buried in it.

There's a positive, uplifting effect to reliving memories it's especially useful to me now, that I fell on black days. And that's why I continue here with the spring that preceded that July.

I wanted to write a story on my Targus Bluetooth Keyboard paired to my Galaxy Nexus. It's a less used setup, but likely to become more permanent  due to my laptop / SSD getting busted. What would make a good story? Hard to tell, but it must be something that will write itself; otherwise, I'll have too many double letters and typos left uncorrected.