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The reason why I always felt “at home” with computers is my first homecomputer, a “CIP”. Which was my first, back in the late 80s.

A few weeks ago we celebrated 30 years (10x3 years, man!). A lot of documentaries and retrospectives and I hardly kept up with them. But I did watch a few and learned (or refreshed my memory with) facts I either did not know or had forgotten. I will first list, and then, time-permitting, summarize them.

I’ve just read a piece of news that angered me a great deal as it smelled fake, but as I looked into it, I did not find the clear rebuttal I expected. It’s based on an obscure survey question that had not been reported in the media and now is fodder for fake news sites. The title is based on an 80s Italian song which roughly means “rogue nostalgia”, combined with the Romanian spelling of the word that stands for “rogue”, which, in the latter language stands for an insult, meaning “scoundrel, villain, miscreant”. 

Honest Ed is an iconic “Canadian Kwik-E-Mart” that will forever close its doors on December 31, 2016. If you are wondering what does this have to do with the recently arraigned Ion Iliescu, well, I couldn’t find another rhyme.

About two months ago, Maftei, my math teacher in high school, has passed away (fb-maftei). I felt sorry, and that’s why the expression he used to invite us to the blackboard (“iesi pe straße” or “come out on the straße/street”) found its way in the title of this article, which is about the high-school physics teacher Sever Iosif Georgescu and his (or his kids’?) attempts to erase the negative events of his past. This is the third installment in the Georgescu, Iosif SEVER saga:

A friend of mine published an article in medium on communism and entrepreneurship (ana-medium) and Aferim!, a movie a cousin of mine was involved in producing has hit the theatres, and I feel a debt of honour to write about each one. So hard to stay focused and write meaningfully is. 

There are two subjects that seem to dominate the Romanian public sphere (I would say blogo.ro-oaie, but that's defunct): the religion choice in schools and the New York Times Op-Ed on corruption in Romania. I’m very tempted to make a nice hot stew out of both, but I’ll try to keep each to its own article.

If you follow Romanian news, you mustn’t have missed how Victor Ponta, the current Romanian prime-minister, leader of the most popular (and also crypto-communist) PSD party and the most likely winner of the upcoming presidential race, launched his candidacy, on his birthday, on a stadium.

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.

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.

This is a question often asked and the answer given is seldom informed and non-partisan. I stumbled upon such a conversation and started talking about Netherlands first, so here I continue on my attempt to make sense of it.

By the time this article is published, I might not be in a situation to reply to comments right away. Still, not long ago I had a(nother) conversation with Blegoo and, visiting his blog, I’ve found some interesting news I had missed. This led me, for a brief moment, to question my love for Netherlands.

Era un baiat care lua beutura “agitata, nu amestecata”. La noi, sinuciderile vanatorilor se fac cu mana gresita, iar braconajul intelectual tot cu mana altuia.

Mi-ar fi extrem de greu sa ma impac cu sirul evenimentelor care s-au produs in ultimele cateva saptamani si mai ales zile. Un mod de a impaca realitatea cu dorul de normalitate este refugiul in arta - Commedia dell'Arte, mai precis.

Am inteles ca s-au incheiat alegerile locale si-a iesit Oprescu. Exista o foarte raspandita impresie in randul neghiobilor cum ca oameni necunoscuti - in speta, eu - le datoreaza lor explicatii care sa le corecteze tot felul de erori de gandire.

Pe Cristiana Nicolae am cunoscut-o cand eram mic. Nu intamplator, cand i-am vazut documentarul despre tigani la OMNI, m-au napadit niscaiva amintiri si-am invatat si ceva nou.

Andrei Plesu, cel mai indragit elitist din lume, participa acum cativa ani la o masa de forma geometrica vaga si nedeclarata, intre rotunda si ovala, organizata de Adevarul, ocazie cu care vorbeste despre o chestie ce demult il deranjeaza: ura vulgului pentru elite.

Incep acest articol inspirat de un blog abia descoperit, aflat de la karl. Il scriu fara nici un plan, fiindca articolul original este mult prea fain, vreau sa-l impart cu voi, dar nu vreau sa-l citez pur si simplu.

Incercam recent sa explic ca in ciuda aparentelor, 8 Martie este o sarbatoare de sorginte comunista. Este mult mai evident ca asa-i si cu 1 Mai, ziua internationala a muncii, socialistilor, anarhistilor si comunistilor.

Am inceput sa prezint poeziile lui Bogza (I, II). Si iar ma confrunt cu dilema care este de fapt mobilul si blestemul bloggerului: prezinti materialul altuia si-atunci nu mai e loc de ce ai sa zici si nimeni nu comenteaza, sau iti spui pasul fara a prezenta originalul si-atunci oamenii comenteaza dar nivelul discutiei este scazut dat fiind ca putini au rabdare sa citeasca trimiterile din Surse(?)..