Kaiserschmarrn, Fritattensuppe, Jagatee and Ischgl...

This trip left me without words... while my thoughts are still flying down the perfect slopes and tumbling in the soft powder (up and down, round and round), spring is slowly covering white images with daffodil and magnolia paint ... So what comes apres ski?

Enjoy the pics ;)

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How do quotes loose their value in time?

Think again: how wrong can u be?

Absurd... (sau Scrisoare catre liceeni)

... am ajuns acasa cu gandul de-a scrie un blog absurd, in concordanta cu seara asta, in care am vazut pentru prima data o piesa de Eugen Ionescu - bineinteles intr-un teatru studentesc englez... gandurile au inceput sa-mi zboare in directii necontrolate, iar cum imaginatia obisnuieste sa imbine real si vis in cele mai surprinzatoare si creative ipostaze - ceva de genu' zburatorul cu sau fara away, depinde de circumstante - am inceput sa ma preling printre repliciile bine ticluite in umbra scenei... Si de ce oare Eugen Ionescu acum si aici? Cumva la fel de absurd, sau poate chiar dimpotriva, am dat din intamplare, tocmai cand ma pregateam sa-ncep, peste Tudor Chirila din nou (dupa ani si ani?), care pare sa nu-si fi pierdut scanteia (hmm cuvantu' asta are conotatii cam dubioase...) si spera? E ciudat cum pana si un verb atat de simplu ca "a spera" pare extrem de naiv si impropriu in momentul de fata. Si de ce??? In orice caz, e o initiativa, pe mine m-ar fi convins la momentul respectiv, desi nu cred ca asta are prea multe de spus. Mdah, poate ca si eu sper totusi, alaturi de el, chiar daca "Noi am pierdut... " ("Noi am fost fericiti ca am descoperit Coca-cola si bananele ... Noi ne-am inselat. Unii dintre noi au plecat de aici. Castiga bani acolo si tanjesc dupa orasul asta imputit. Voi insa, voi aveti o sansa. Voi, aveti sansa. "... ) Si totusi fiecare spera dupa cum ii e firea, dupa cum ii e portul (vezi partea cu orasul...), ceea ce ma face sa sper la un singur lucru - ca strigatul lui sa nu fie un alt capitol din Eugen Ionescu...



Pentru ca merita: Scrisoare catre liceeni

1 martie calator...

... se plimba din nou sagalnic prin lume, stropind cu miros de viorele si aroma de primavara gradinile ce la vederea-i se umplu de culoare si voie buna. L-am intalnit si noi intr-o dupa-masa calduta si lenesa, ratacit printre coloane, turnuri si portaluri, stand la taifas cu Newton si Bacon, tragand cu urechea la arii visatoare. Pe nesimtite, martisorul nostru s-a pitulat in urechea camerei foto, aspirand si el la nemurire precum isoricii sai prieteni...

... ti-a trimis un martisor!

London Calling...

London was calling while its eye was watching us...

I had a charming partially Norwegian weekend with some peak hours in London and a birchy time in the Peak District. We climbed ancient druid crags while our Balian scarfs were waving in the charming spring winds, we experimented with heel hooks and slimy fluorescent walls, we admired shiny life-saving metal devices placed miraculously in perfect cracks and flirted with innocent photogenic ponds. Green was the color... It all culminated in a Moroccan dimension, with never ending bottles of African wine and an Arabic (!) baklava.
I'll let the pics speak for themselves...






Yes, Robin Hood was there too (era patronu')...

White Darwin...

How would it feel to be 200 years old? What kind of image would people have of yourself, of your work, of your thoughts, your history? How would they recall you, how many seconds would you be worth, how many words or ideas? Second thought: how would you perceive yourself after two centuries? Or maybe how would you have been 200 years ago and how would you have dared to challenge society's "common sense"? So many circular questions grew into heavy snowballs tonight, waiting to be thrown with preciseness at our winy brains... Happy Birthday, Mr. Darwin!

Luna...

... some moments just don't fit into the camera you're currently keeping on your desk and luckily their beauty might help you preserve the feeling for magic twists of your shrinking imagination; or maybe they'll just give you the final push to invest in better technology, which will just take your imagination's challenges to the limit... Whatever the choice, the moon and Orion will keep shining bright over your words on a dreamy Wednesday evening, until sleepy clouds will fill the night with plasteline memories to come.