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It’s been a while since we haven’t talked about poverty in Romania and solutions. A recent “debate” caused by an over-the-top article on not giving money to the poor gives us a chance to look at it again and also address our reticence with BDSM practices.

A Paris-dwelling potential (?) USR member posts something about a supposed transgression of a USR MEP in a USR private forum, the screenshots are leaked to the media, and the tabloids are milking it for all that it’s worth. The complainant tries to have it both ways, claiming some kind of allegiance to the party and desire to keep the story private, while maintaining the right to “privacy”.

Am vazut recent, la TIFF '09, doua filme cu politisti - Police, Adj. al lui Porumboiu si unul rusesc. Si gandul mi-a fugit la doua articole recent citite, unul in Catavencu, celalalt in Alphablog. (WARNING: Cele 4-5 clipuri / liste video pot incetini computerul daca n-ai suficienta memorie / processing power!)

Is it fair to give special incentive to the diaspora to return home? Doesn’t that encourage more to leave only to get the money on coming back?

M-am izbit recent de cateva stiri economice ce merita discutate. Om generos, nu le-am putut tine numa’ pentru mine sau blogurile englezomane.

In Vest, reclamele de tigari pentru femei sunt poveste veche, inceputa pe la sfarsitul anilor ‘60 de catre Philip Morris cu reclama pentru Virginia Slims: you’ve come a long way, baby, reclama care impletea produsul respectiv cu emanciparea femeii si feminismul acelor vremuri (vezi clipurile din surse si din partea I).

Raspunsul scurt este ca n-are cum sa nu suga atat timp cat cititorii si-o baga. Mai precis, nu poti sa fii glorios, cat timp audienta ta este inexistenta, cel putin la nivel cerebral. Sa privim un exemplu din hotnews.

I thought I start the series of “Women I once dated” (WI1F) with someone I didn’t really date.

I was planning to go out tonight, and on my way out, my eyes fell on a headline: "Romanian nightclub blast kills 25". By the time I looked it up online, the casualties had gone to 26. And memories of a few nights in Bucharest came back.

This could very well be a paid post, but it's not (unless you consider a free concert and a couple of Pepsi bottles as 'payment'). I was just passing by their tent and the music caught my ear; I enjoyed it while watching a cover of Talking Heads (Psycho Killer). All in all, a great opportunity to reminisce on what Pepsi meant in my childhood.

Doua stiri oarecum interesante ma-mping sa sparg tacerea in care m-am cufundat in ultima vreme. De fapt sunt trei, dar doua au de-a face cu Romania.

Ca si anul trecut sau 2009, Zamolxis iti aduce primul premiile Darwin abia anuntate, spre delectare si evitare. Premiile Darwin comemoreaza pe cei care, in mod involuntar, imbogatesc calitatea fondului genetic universal prin autoeliminare.

De cand cu Michael Bryant, czar-ul justitiei ontariene care nici macar n-a fost judecat dupa ce a ucis in vazul tuturor un biciclist, am fost tare curios sa vad cum s-ar descurca justitia romaneasca intr-un caz similar. Iata ca Elena Turcu, judecatoare, a fost prinsa conducand beata si apoi achitata.

Blegoo, previously profiled and published here, took some time off from shovelling to write an article for this blog, as a guest. I’m publishing it here as encouragement (longer version), with the spelling mistakes left uncorrected but listed at the end, and also detailing there the formatting work I (still) had to do.

Odata, demult, m-am apucat sa scriu ce tampenii imi treceau prin minte dupa w33d. Numai cretineli si mi-am stricat si bunatate de harta. Acum voi incerca sa scriu ce-mi trece prin kreer cand sunt buzzed.

For the longest time I've been meaning to write an article about how youth is not a virtue in itself, but a time when you're actually pretty dumb, and though in your older age you might look back with regret, that does not (or should not) make youngsters gods.

Continui povestea cu Stronach si Pacepa. Dupa scurta introducere in contextul nord-american de propasire a industriei auto(htone), ajung in sfarsit la subiectul din titlu.

I was going to let this one pass, but the stink is still with me days after I got wind of it.

I recently watched a with a rather long title (Cand se lasa seara in Bucuresti sau Metabolism) movie at TIFF13 and I thought I share my views with you. The article is unfinished, but I feel so sick, I might have a brain-wasting disease and I’d better publish it while I still can.