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One of the stories I wanted to tell is the story of the “repetenti” or “corijenti” in our primary school. Each class had a few of them, more or less equally distributed among the “good classes” and we were all supposed to do our best to “pass” them – i.e., help them graduate, in what today seems like Finland educational equalitarianism.

It recently occurred to me that in my article about the school uniform, I forgot to mention perhaps its best known and most hated feature: the number every student was supposed to wear on their uniform. It’s much like what students wear these days of their own accord: Abercrombie, Adidas, Parasuco, Lululemon, Joe Fresh, Smythe, Guess, but it also had a supposedly unique number and it was compulsory.

Unlike most of my Romanian friends, who are angered by the details of the 112/police (EMS) response to Alexandra Macesanu’s increasingly desperate calls, I am far more upset by police colonel, university professor and forensic psychologist Tudorel Badea Butoi-Severin and the inconsequential censure by CNCD following his deeply offensive, misogynistic, victim-blaming comments. I believe that the hostility and inadequacy of the police response is rooted in the attitude that Prof Butoi has expressed and this bigotry is the root cause of police inaction and incompetence.

Cand scriu aceste randuri, aici bate un vant de spulbera zapada si ma seaca. Il aud suierand la feresti si rabufnind in geamuri si storm-door.

In prima parte vorbeam de tvr2, standardele duble fata de televiziunile publice si superbia ambasadorului britanic. Aici vorbim de o superbie mai neaosa.

Am discutat povestea Tanyei si a mea, am prezentat pozitiile “combatantilor” si-a cam venit vremea sa ne luam ramas bun. Nu inainte de a vedea cum si ce au inteles altii si a pune si niste intrebari ajutatoare.

Eu nu duc lipsa de subiecte, duc lipsa de timp si de chef de scris. Totusi, raspund cu aplomb la provocarea lui FuckYouTovarasi, intitulata Romania de Cinci Stele. Raspund in principal pentru ca e trist sa-ncepi un concurs si sa nu raspunda suficienti oameni pentru cate premii ai :)

Ca tot am deschis firul amintirilor, sa-ti deschid o paranteza – de la fomei frumoase, la sah. Poate asta nu-i genul de excitatie la care te asteptai, dar crede-ma: e bun si asta!

Iata si vol III al lepsei blogroll-ului, de data aceasta cu twitter-isti si bloguri aleatoare. E o continuare directa a volumului II.

Am fost miercuri la Art Galery of Ontario (sau, in celalalta limba uoficiala, Musee des beaux-arts de l'Ontario) si m-am ciocnit iar de imbecilism constipat, desi de asta incercam sa scap. Si-astazi tlön ma love-ste cu un articol despre Mihail Sebastian si Eliade.

Dupa cum am promis in articolul precedent, voi incerca sa explic linux pe-ntelesul tuturor. Voi arata cum poate fi obtinut, voi incerca sa explic la ce te poti astepta si de ce ar trebui sa-l incerci.

Eram mic. Cred ca eram a 6-a sau a 7-a. In orice caz, nu eram a 8-a. Si-aveam prostul obicei sa umblu cu fetele mai mari cu cel putin un an. Ca varsta, eram mai mic cu un an decat cei din clasa mea, fiindca fusesem dat la scoala la 6 ani.

Documentele proaspat re-dezgropate si re-publicate cu privire la trecutul lui ceausescu nu mi se par teribil de importante. Dar merita (oarecum) mentionate, cu atat mai mult cu cat azi se implinesc 92 de ani de la nasterea lui in Scornicesti.

This is another one of the stories I’ve postponed telling because it’s not easy and I had yet to feel “inspired”; then again, this blog is getting old and I’ve given myself yet another deadline to tell the stories that are important, inspired or not.