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Fritzii sunt un popor care nu-nceteaza sa ma minuneze. Nu demult, citeam ca se iau la tranta cu englezii ca nu mai au loc unii de altii. E mai bine, ca acum in Europa e open season pentru romani, si-n principal fiindca nimeni nu vede diferenta dintre etnia roma si cea romaneasca.

It's almost like a tradition here, on this blog, to dedicate at least an article every year to mornings. This time, it is mostly a retrospective and about breakfast.

A relatively recent tragic murder and Munchausen by proxy case is a pretext to look at how Romani / Gypsy / Roma people are perceived, the guilt of their children and mob mentality.

One thing about population in Romania that we can all agree on is that it is in free fall. A recent article has revealed to me that, supposedly, the number of Romanians moving out of the city and into the country side is greater than the number of Romanians moving into the city.

My resolve to stop speaking about the difference between Roma / Gypsies and Romanians was recently shaken by an Irish couple, one of whom had a Roma sister adopted from Romania.

One of the things I've been doing with my life lately is moving to a more “mobile lifestyle” (or “nomadic”, as a friend has described it), which includes digitizing my paper archives and moving everything online. Obviously, this involves some sort of encryption before moving stuff to the cloud, but for now, let's have a look at my old passports, which somehow makes me talk about representative democracy and its inherent corruption.

Iar am ramas in urma cu ce se-ntampla in Ro. Ultimele ecouri pe care le-am prins despre Romania din presa au de-a face cu case din noroi, studenti straini intr-un sat amarat, nemtzii ofticati pe Nokia si Romania la festivalul de film din Venezia. Multe s-or intamplatara de-atunci, si ca sa nu uit, le trec in raboj.

When friends ask me about immigrating to Canada, my first answer is always DON’T!. However, though I’ve already written about this in the past, I have yet do so in English, so I’ll do so here, especially since yesterday I answered another reader.

Contemplating the inevitable death of a relative is tough. It's been on my mind for the past few days and I can't shake it. Death is inevitable in itself, but when the sand in the hourglass has accelerated its fall due to a voracious cancer diagnosis, for many it becomes far scarier. I tried to take it in stride, but its unavoidability is still depressing. Even the Simpsons episode with Homer dying with a bucket list containing “make peace with dad” is not as distracting as it could be.

I recently commented elsewhere on the sense of existence and even read a diaspora blog, and before I forget, I mirror here my thoughts for all the English-speaking world to marvel. If I were to summarize the teachings of this Zen piece, it’d be “survival implies constant self-deceit.”

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).

Dupa ce in prima parte am discutat cazurile cele mai cunoscute de pedofilie belgiana impreuna cu incercarile incununate cu succes de a masca evidenta si de a-i scapa cu basma curata pe vinovati, discutam contextul cultural mai larg si impresii nitel mai subiective. Si-azi e Marti, deci e iarasi Belgia!

Viata este un sir de experiente. Aici e cine sunt, in ce scop, si ce-am facut in ultimii cinci (zeci de) ani. Cat mai pe larg, narcisist si pe-ntelesul tutulor, in 2 sau mai multe parti. Asta ar fi prima.

Un video clip recent despre Somalia - un paradis libertarian m-a distrat teribil. Libertarianismul ramane in continuare un subiect foarte prost inteles, si-aici incerc s-arunc asupra-i o lumina de opait.

Whenever I talk to Romanians who want to come to Canada and I answer questions, I always end up being a bit upset. I find that people ask me too many simple questions they could answer themselves with Google and too few of the “important” questions. Maybe there’s a guru hiding inside of me, and here’s where I set him free.

A weight trainer has gained weight only to lose it. His weight pinnacle was achieved on November 5 and since then it’s been dropping rapidly. Yet some fatties won’t even accept a sendup to that blog – they take it as an insult.

As I’ve done in the past, I am publishing here my resolutions, mostly for this blog and wish all my readers La Multi Ani, Feliz Navidad (better late than never, right?) and A Happy New Year!

Am avut un week-end destul de plin, si ca de obicei, mi-au iesit numai 30% din chestiile pe care mi le-am dorit.

Cand generalul de securitate Ion Pacepa a cerut azil politic in US, Ceausescu a avut un microinfarct iar Andries a scris celebrul sau blues. De-atunci, ghinaralul nostru a scris cateva carti care insa nu au prea fost luate in serios. Dupa introducerea si Stronach, il luam pe Pacepa in colimator (“unde e tipografia?”)