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Romania is once again going through some convulsive protests and it's fun checking out how they are seen on the dark side. I started with Mircea Badea, about whom I’ve written extensively in the past (Romania’s Glenn Beck, censured).

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.

The name would be longer, but I’m running out of space and patience. I don’t care much about MihaElan (yes, she lost the “n” but kept the “Schwartzenberg”) MRRR née Tiganu and yet the scandals she so often gets into have a dimension that has not really been explored in Romania, a dimension I find very interesting: women seem to be far more interested in her (both accusing and defending) than men. Why would that be? The other thing that irks me is censorship – something we should all fight foragainst, whether it comes from Mihaela Radulescu or from her post-op model Zoso. 

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.

This having been started as a Romanian blog, I first wrote what to do in Amsterdam when you’re alive in Romanian, with a friend, as an exquisite corpse. Recently, I met yet another Dutch girl who gave me more than one smile, so in return, I figured I'd give the world the translated version.

A rather popular essay these days is Don't date a girl who travels (link in Sources). Some would use the word "viral" but I'm a mysophobe (aka germaphob) when it comes to travel.

I hesitated for one day before writing this article and telling you this story. Maybe that's cuz here in Canada we went back to regular time, "losing" one hour.

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 -

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

We finally get to present and hopefully elucidate our argument.

Iata ca tara concertelor a devenit “tara pop-ului dulce”, in special datorita YouTube. Un prilej excelent de a arunca o privire asupra pietei de reclame onlain.

Romania pare sa-si construiasca o reputatie de “tara a concertelor”. Ceea ce nu-i catusi de putin surprinzator, dat fiind ca multi romani gandesc ca “da, suntem saraci si prosti, avem bube, mai dar ce stim sa ne distram!”.

Citind articolul cu Clastarfac, cititorul meu imaginar ma intreba recent ce-i cu codana, ce-am facut cu ea. Si m-am gandit sa dau si-un exemplu de Clastarfac din filmu' Top Secret.

Mai demult, cand abia scrisesem articolul cu moartea soricelului, cineva m-a acuzat ca n-am suflet ceea ce, chipurile, n-ar fi cool. Si s-a iscat o conversatie.

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).

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.

Exista putina cantece de care m-am indragostit la prima auzire. St Etienne's cover of Neil Young te-nvaluie si te-ameteste, daca-i dai voie si ai chef de d-astea.

Sunt oarecum luat prin surprindere si indiferent de cate glume am facut pe seama omului, parca-mi pare nitel rau. Stirea-i mult prea proaspata si-i de fapt prima stire babana pe care o aflu pe twitter.

Am fo recent pa tloen, sa ma adap cu cultura elitista, d-aia cum imi place mie. Si dintr-un test de romanism, am agiuns la poezie neo-urbana, care mi-a placut asa de mult c-am si recitat-o.