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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.

In the past few days, most of the Romanians I know received two important gifts: PSD didn’t win the elections and Dragnea, its [widely considered] corrupt boss, was sentenced to jail and went there shortly thereafter. Though I’m not a Dragnea/PSD fan, I find the celebrations a bit empty. What bugs me is that only one candidate answered my questions re: #EP2019, and I fear that the vast majority of voters never tried to clarify the programme of the candidates they voted for, nor have they tried to interact with them. Let's try to find reasons.

Were the two girls, of each at least one lives in London and was traveling back home, subject to unwarranted aggression, or were they able to transform their own arrest into a long-winded drama, at the expense of the image and reputation of the Romanian Police?

I have in the past voted for the (former) President Basescu and even raised to his defence (more or less) when he was accused of slapping an impertinent child. Yet his latest display of inconsistency is more than I can bear.

Sriracha is a 'sauce piquante', SRI is the Romanian Secret Service, fall is autumn, and in Romanian "picant" could also be derived from 'to fall' which is 'a pica.' We look at the consecutive declarations of Romania’s president, an allied journalist and finally, the candidacies of other president-hopefuls, from the head of the Romanian Secret Service, Melescanu and to the former Justice Minister, Macovei. But most of all, the title is a tip of the hat to Vlad Petreanu and his excellent expose, with a title that translates roughly as “The [secret] Services Autumn.”

I've read this news recently and was not going to react, except that I've read that an acquaintance has actually met this person. It's about a Romanian dentist who was viciously beaten in Edmonton by a sheriff.

LE: The dashcam video of her arrest was released January 12 - find the link at the end.

I just discovered a new TV series and it's awesome but you shouldn't watch it because you're not going to understand it. Only I can.

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.

Am invatat recent un cuvant nou: lindic. Inseamna clitoris. Gandul mi-a fugit la Senno Ekto Gamat si scena cu “multipass”, unde o putem vedea si pe viitoarea solista Zu-Bisou-Bisou ca vanzatoare de belete (btw, cuvantul “gynocracy” este introdus tot in serialul antementionat de catre secretarul britanic in sezonul anterior); am inceput apoi sa-mi pun tot felul de intrebari si sa caut raspunsuri.

Am avut recent un schimb de replici cu un vajnic si curajos luptator al luminii cu tiganii (eu mai mult am tacut, dar el probabil crede ca noi “discutam”. Cred ca merita efortul de a explica “tarsha” mea in a ma angaja in astfel de “discutii” si de ce prefer sa am o dezbatere. In plus, voi face o trimitere aici oridecate ori mai dau de-un cerebro-puradel care se teme de dezbatere dar ma agaseaza cu comentarii.

Recent, Geoana a expirat. Mai precis, suspendarea sa din PSD. Dar in loc de atacuri Ponta catre G, Turcescu le-nghite.

Mi-a intrat un nou cantec sub pele, cum imi intrase Yeke Yeke. Poate si tie, daca-l asculti. Nu c-as zice eu sa-l asculti. Plm, faci ce vrea muskii tai care este.

Astept concertul asta de cateva luni. A fost magic. Si-a fost si luna plina.

Comunicatul de presa este simplu si la obekt: "Întruniti în sedinta publica în data de 10.02.2011, membrii Consiliului National al Audiovizualului au hotarât aplicarea urmatoarelor sanctiuni..

M-a luminat recent raspunsul mai multor intrebari ce ma chinuiau. De vina este chibitzul natiunii (spun kibitz in semn de omagiu si pretuire).

Continui seria Politia, Puterea, Politica si Prim-ministrul din Ro dar si Politia din Canada cu cel mai gretos individ care mi s-a perindat pe monitor saptamana asta. Reactiile unui "avocat" si modul in care acesta adreseaza politistii in timpul unui simplu control in trafic mi-au reamintit de ce nu ma vad traind Romania si de ce nu-i duc dorul. Mi-a amintit si de necesitatea unui curs cu Anthony Robbins sau alt gurist similar pentru politisti.

Azi la tenis o prietena imi spune ca degeaba-i Finlanda tara unde se traieste cel mai bine, ca ea a mers cu Finnair si n-a avut loc sa-si puna picioarele (ea nefiind tocmai inalta). Eu i-am spus ca probabil spatiul de picioare nu se ia in calcul in astfel de topuri, si oricum - gandindu-ma la topurile ONU - nu-i Finlanda prima. Dar de fapt e.

Sunt unele chestii la care n-ai cum sa nu tii, indiferent cat de jerpelite ajung. Unii dintre noi pastreaza mutunasii sau ursuletii copilariei – pana si Mr Burns din Simpsons avea asa ceva. Imaginea Romaniei, sifonata, desecrata si jumulita in fel si chip intra in acelasi cufar cu amintiri si atasamente sentimentale greu de scuturat.

Citeam la trilematic o justificare de piratare mult prea slaba pentru un blog cu mult peste media blogo.ro-oaiei, prilej pentru a ne juca nitel cu conceptul de copirait care iashte.

Cu multi, multi ani in urma, cand eram in faculta, luasem un curs de franceza. Am publicat deja primul eseu scris in acel curs, despre primul meu sarut. Recent, am dat peste cineva care aborda cam aceeasi problema. Si m-am gandit sa public prostioara asta.