Si totusi…

21 septembrie 2008

Si totul a
inceput in ziua in care te-ai nascut. Si dupa 5 ani, parea ca totul merge bine
si nimic nu te deranja. Si a inceput scoala. 8 ani de scoala au trecut ca 8
saptamani, acum nu-ti mai aduci aminte mare lucru. Iti amintesti ca aveai un
prieten bun in clasa I. Ca erati nedespartiti , ca va intelegeati din priviri.
Ca aveai cateva persoane pentru care erai centrul universului. Ca nu conta,
vara sau iarna, soare sau ploaie, ieseai afara si te jucai. Si nu aveai griji.
Si nu existau bani sau lipsuri. Si stateai cate 6 ore la fotbal sau te plimbai
toata ziua cu bicicleta. Si te loveai si te ridicai. Si nu oboseai. Si apoi
persoanele acelea au murit. Si tu nu ai inteles inca de ce, si nu ti-ai dat
seama cat de mult contau.

Si 4 ani de
liceu au trecut ca 4 saptamani. Si ai uitat cum ii chema pe colegii din
generala. Normal, cateva nume au ramas intiparite in memorie. Prima iubire, baietii,
prima bataie si primele note proaste. Si 4 ani de facultate au trecut ca 4
saptamani, si inca mai trec. Si te intrebi cu ce folos. Si ai uitat cum ii
chema pe colegii din liceu. Si o sa mai uiti. Normal, cateva nume au ramas
intiparite in memorie. Colega de banca, baietii, prima data, a doua oara,
ultima oara. Si totusi nu e nimic clar.

Si iti dai
seama ca prietenii sunt de fapt cunostinte, si nu sunt, cum iti imaginai tu,
pentru totdeauna. Si te gandesti ca asa e viata, si nu te superi si incerci sa
treci peste. Si iti aduci aminte cand te bucurai sa ii vezi, cand explorati
locuri necunoscute si situatii necunoscute. Si te gandesti ca o sa apara altii.
Si incerci sa te bucuri. Dar nu mai e bucuria aia. Esti matur, trebuie sa
muncesti, trebuie sa castigi bani, trebuie sa termini o facultate.

Si incerci sa
te gandesti ca nu esti singur. Ca nimeni nu e singur. Si vrei sa nu fii singur.
Si vrei sa nu te roada invidia ca altii nu sunt singuri. Dar te roade, si ii
urasti. Si nu vrei asta.

Si esti
ipocrit, si esti nesimtit, si vrei sa pari stapan pe tine si iti dai seama cum
te scufunzi pe zi ce trece intr-o nebunie controlata. Si mergi pe un drum care
nu duce nicaieri. Si nu stii pe unde sa te intorci. Si ti-e frica. Dar nu arati
asta. Si asta doare.

Si prietenii
reactioneaza. Si te intreaba ce s-a intamplat. Si ii minti. Si zici ca totul e
ok. Si nu e. Dar nu vrei sa stie ei. Pentru ca ii urasti. Si nu stii de ce. Si
vorbesti cu oameni ca si cum totul ar fii ok. Si nu e. Si stii ca o sa citeasca
asta si o sa-ti spuna. Si stii ce-o sa le spui. Si iar ii minti.

Si iti place
de ea. Si te doare cand stii ca ei nu-i place de tine. Si te doare cand nu stii
ca ei nu-i place de tine. Si stii ca n-o sa se intample nimic. Pentru ca te
minti. Si accepti. Si nu poti sa te schimbi. Si ea n-o sa astepte. Pentru ca ea
nu vede ce n-o lasi sa vada.

Si iti dai
seama ca o persoana conteaza pentru tine in lumea asta. Si dupa aia nimic. Si
iti dai seama ca o sa dispara si acea persoana. Si ti-e frica de ce o sa ti se
intample atunci.

Si-ti faci
planuri. Si stii ca n-o sa le pui in practica. Si stii ca n-o sa stie nimeni ca
n-o sa le pui in practica. Si o sa gasesti pretexte. Intoteauna gasesti
pretexte. Intotdeauna gasesti moduri sa nu te confrunti cu nimic. Si te urasti
pentru asta. Si nu poti sa schimbi nimic.

Si spui ca nu
te afecteaza nimic. Si totusi, te afecteaza, dar nu vrei sa recunosti. Si tot
ce poti sa faci e sa-ti gasesti o ocupatie. Si sa scrii aici, desi stii ca nu
te va ajuta cu nimic. Dar ai scris. Si iar te minti.


 

 

 


Un zambet

28 august 2008

“          …Si cine nu
ar risca sa simta durerea pentru a se bucura de extaz? Ah, si ce extaz! Chiar
si amintirea ei te incanta. Cat de bine era sa-i spui ca o iubesti, ca traiesti
pentru ea, ca ai muri pentru ea! Cum delirai, poti fi sigur ca asta faceai, ce
potop de prostii extravagante turnai si oh, cat de crud era din partea ei sa se
prefaca a nu te crede! Cu cata veneratie te infatisai dinaintea ei! Cat de
oribil te simteai cand o ofensai! Si totusi, cat de placut era sa fii repezit
de ea si sa o curtezi pentru a te ierta, fara sa ai nici cea mai mica idee cu
ce ai gresit! Cat de intunecata era lumea cand te dojenea, asa cum se intampla
destul de des, mica strengarita, doar pentru a te vedea amarat; si cat de
insorita era lumea cand ea zambea! Cat de gelos erai pe toti cei din jurul ei!
Cum urai orice barbat cu care ea dadea mana, baiatul ce-i lustruia pantofii,
cainele pe care-l rasfata – desi trebuia sa fi politicos fata de ultimul! Cu
cata nerabdare asteptai s-o vezi, cat de stupid aratai atunci cand te intalneai
cu ea, privind-o fix fara sa-i spui nimic! Cat de imposibil era pentru tine sa
iesi oricand, ziua sau noaptea, fara ca pasii sa nu te poarte sub fereastra ei!
Nu aveai destul curaj pentru a intra, dar stateai la coltul strazii privind
fatada casei sale. Oh, ce bine ar fi fost daca ar fi luat foc acea casa – era asigurata,
deci nu ar fi contat – si tu te-ai fi putut napusti inauntru pentru a o salva
cu riscul vietii tal , si ar fi fost bine daca te-ai fi ars sau ranit destul de
rau! Orice pentru ea! Chiar si lucrurile marunte erau dulci la ea. Cum o
priveai, ca un cocker spaniel, pentru a-i anticipa si cea mai mica dorinta! Cat
de mandru era sa-i faci pe plac! Cat de placut era sa-ti ordone ea ceva! Sa-i
dedici intreaga ta viata, si sa nu te gandesti deloc la tine parea ceva atat de
simplu. Puteai sa te lipsesti chiar si de concediu pentru a aduce un dar pe
altarul ei, si te simteai mai mult decat rasplatit daca ea il accepta. Cat de
pretioase erau pentru tine lucrurile pe care ea le innobilase cu atingerea sa –
micuta ei manusa, panglica pe care o purtase, trandafirul pe care si-l asezase
in par, si ale carui petale ofilite inca se mai afla printre poeziile la care
nu te mai intereseaza sa te uiti acum.

Si oh, cat de frumoasa era, cat de minunat de
frumoasa! Era ca si cand un inger ar fi intrat la tine in camera, si toate
celelalte lucruri ar fi devenit comune si lumesti! Era prea sacra pentru a fi
atinsa. Parea aproape o indrazneala sa o privesti. Nici prin cap nu ti-ar fi
trecut sa o saruti, la fel cum nu te-ai fi gandit sa canti cantece comice
intr-o catedrala . Era o profanare destul chiar si sa ingenunchezi si sa-i
ridici timid gratioasa mana spre buzele tale.

            Ah, acele zile nebune, acele zile
nebune cand nu eram egoisti si sufletele noastre erau pure; acele zile nebune
cand inimile noastre simple erau pline de adevar, de credinta si respect! Ah,
acele zile nebune de doruri nobile si lupte nobile! Si ah, aceste zile pline de
intelepciune si inteligenta, cand stim ca banii constituie singurul premiu
pentru care merita sa ne luptam, cand nu mai credem in nimic altceva in afara
de rautate si minciuni, cand nu mai iubim nici o alta fiinta vie in afara de
noi!… “

                                                            Jerome
K. Jerome – Gandurile trandave ale unui tip trandav – fragment ‘Despre a fi
indragostit’(1886)

Iar cei cei ce merg pe ideea "cele mai bune lucruri in viata sunt pe gratis" – aveti aici cartea in engleza
 
Si bonus, o melodie care ma bantuie de ceva saptamani:

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Dead, but increasingly not forgotten

15 noiembrie 2007
In the past, when you died there was very little of you left. One hundred years ago you might have left some letters or drawings. Fifty years ago you may have left some fading photographs. Currently you can seek or accidentally attain digital immortality through video clips, sound fi les, digital photographs, and emails on your own website or sites belonging to others. There is even a website called mylastemail.com that promises to send out your last email once you’ve died and you can even check what date that might be at deathclock.com. But there are already problems. The tragic death of seventeen-year-old Anna Svidersky became problematic recently because she had a page on MySpace.
 She is still there, unaware of her fate in the physical world. And because her MySpace page is protected by a password known only to her, the page — her digital afterlife — will stay there, potentially forever. Of course, there are counter-trends. Scrapbooking is phenomenally popular at the moment as a low-fi way of preserving memories and as a way of engaging in physical contact with other people across generations.
 It might not be so low-tech either. Some people believe we are presently living in the digital dark ages because most of what we are currently preserving will be unreadable by future generations. I already have a stack of floppy discs from the early 1990s that I can’t read, and it’s entirely possible that the photographs of my children (4,753 at the last count) won’t be readable or printable in twenty years’ time.
 You think I’m kidding? NASA can’t read some of the records of its 1976 Viking Mars space landing, and the BBC can’t read the digital copy of the Doomsday Book it produced in 1986 to celebrate the 900th anniversary of the original. Of course, the original paper copy remains perfectly readable. In the not-too-distant future, everyday objects such as shoes, carpets, and toothbrushes will contain technology that will collect information about us. We will then be able to personalize objects, allowing them to change physical state (like color) or respond to our daily mood. They will also be able to exchange data with other objects and send information to other people. For example, your toothbrush will be able to analyze your breath, and book an appointment with your doctor if it detects the smell of lung cancer. In other words, what were once just ordinary objects will be increasingly networked and intelligent. Manufacturers will use the information generated by these smart products to sell us other services or enhance our ‘ownership experience’ — although whether people will want such a relationship with their toothbrush remains to be seen.
 In Japan you can already buy school blazers embedded with GPS tracking technology. This means that, as a parent, you can elect to receive an email or SMS alert when your child arrives safely at school each morning (or at least when the blazer does). This idea is no doubt linked to the rise in paranoid parenting and so-called ‘stranger danger’, but there will be other services linked to similar products in the future. For example, kitchen appliances will monitor their own performance, and order spare parts and service calls all by themselves — much in the same way that the McLaren F1 supercar already alerts the factory when something goes wrong, thanks to onboard monitoring and GPS tracking. Equally, ordinary clothes will be able to monitor their condition, arrange for dry- cleaning pick-ups, or alert their owner to new design upgrades. But what are some of the likely attitudinal and behavioral implications of these developments?
 At the East Sutton Park Young Offenders Institution and Open Prison in Kent (UK), offenders with low self-esteem are encouraged to do gardening. Even something as simple as raking up fallen leaves has been shown to have an instant effect, delivering instant satisfaction. As twenty-year-old Leah says, ‘If I’m angry I dig.’ Gardening will enjoy a huge surge of popularity in the years ahead because it will be an antidote to the future. It will deliver the solitude and peace and quiet that will be so lacking in people’s lives. It will be a way of dealing with too much technology. Washing dishes by hand and baking your own bread will similarly become popular for much the same reasons. They will provide physical results, and people will feel that they’ve achieved something by themselves.
 One of the consequences of ubiquitous technology is that some of us will unplug some or, in extreme cases, all of our lives. In theory, new technologies will make our lives easier. Things will move faster saving us time and money. Things will also be more reliable. Technology will make things that were previously difficult or impossible easier and more affordable. But history suggests that the opposite is much more likely to happen.
 Do you remember the predictions of the paperless office and the leisure society? Between 1999 and 2002 global use of paper increased by 22 per cent and we now seem to have less spare time than ever. We are also sleeping less than we used to — down from nine hours per day in 1900 to 6.9 hours today, and everything from computers to home-loan decisions are getting faster. Indeed, the benefits of the computer age can be seen everywhere except in the productivity statistics, because we are inventing new ways of making ourselves busy. 

OK computer

15 noiembrie 2007
Our relationship with objects is going to change in the future. In the past, objects were neutral. They were not intelligent and did not possess a state of mind. If they had a personality, it was given to them by their designers and was entirely skin-deep. Otherwise we imbued personality into objects via our own imagination . This won’t be the case in the future. Take children’s dolls, for example. Historically these were inert, rather poor representations of the human form. They are already becoming more realistic and more intelligent. Owners of the ‘Amazing Amanda’ can already chat with their doll, and ‘intelligence’ is available in the form of facial recognition , speech recognition, and radiofrequency identification device (RFID) impregnated accessories. If you’re a bit older (and presumably no wiser) you can even buy a physically realistic, life-sized ‘love partner’ for US$7,000 from a company called realdoll.com. But you ain’t seen nothing yet. 
In a few years’ time you will be able to personalize your doll’s face (one of your own choice or, more likely, a famous face), communicate with your doll by telephone or email, have real conversations, and experience your entire life history through the eyes, ears (and nose) of your doll. The latter will be achieved by the doll and other linked devices preserving your emails, phone calls, and other images and information captured through its artificial eyes, ears, and nose. In other words, the doll will become a digital storage device with the capacity to document your entire life. The so-called ‘life-caching’ industry is already worth US$2.5 billion annually. This will in turn give rise to a debate about the ethics of information, because questions will arise as to who owns such information, whether or not it can be sold or traded, and what happens to the information once the ‘owner’ dies.

Home Alone

13 noiembrie 2007
Part 2 from the 1st chapter of Future File
The growth of urban singles is driving everything from a growth in late-night convenience retailing (for example, buying a single portion of chicken fillet at 1.00 a.m.) to how the tables and chairs are laid out in your local McDonald’s. Reasons for this urban renaissance are various.
Twenty years ago it seemed as though everyone was moving out of the cities. In the US the term ‘white flight’ was coined to describe white, middle-class families fleeing inner-city crime and grime to start new lives in the suburbs. Nowadays the reverse is happening. Known as boomerang migration, singles and childless couples are flooding back into cities like New York, London, and Melbourne because that’s where the action is and the commute isn’t. Indeed, by the year 2050, if this trend continues, most inner cities will be made up almost entirely of rich singles, wealthy families, and gay couples with high disposable incomes and liberal political persuasions. Rural areas that still exist will be populated by rich hobby-farmers interspersed with down-shifters and digital nomads.
 But it’s not just the cities that are changing. In 1950, 80 per cent of US households comprised the traditional husband, wife, and one or more kids. Now it’s fewer than 50 per cent. The rest are singles and same-sex couples (increasingly with kids). There are also ‘blended-families’ — mother, father, plus two or more children from different relationships or marriages and extended financial families — homes with more than one generation living under the same roof.
 In other words, shifts in social attitudes (what is considered normal or acceptable), together with changes in demographics , housing stock, and even retailing are making it easier to live however you like. And for many people this means by themselves. Even if you don’t live alone you will increasingly be able to do whatever you want unencumbered by family pressure or practical considerations. This is freedom without responsibility. For example, at a recent new home show in the US, a dream home was displayed that allowed each family member to enter the house via a different entrance. Individuals could watch TV or surf the internet in their own room, and choose separate kitchen facilities and bathrooms, so as not to interact with other family members. And to think that back in the 1980s people were worried about families not eating breakfast together. In the middle of the twenty-first century the problem will be how to get individual members of the family to even talk to each other.
 In Australia in 2005, adults spent on average three hours watching TV every day — and twelve minutes talking to their partner. In the US over 25 per cent of two-year-olds have a TV in their bedroom, and children aged two to seventeen spend twenty hours a week watching TV versus thirty-eight minutes talking to their parents.
 No wonder the fastest growing reason for women seeking a divorce in some countries is absent (always-at-work or always working) partners. There is already a growing gulf between the sexes, and this will open up even further in the future as women become more economically self-sufficient. Even when both sexes are together physically, men are usually emotionally somewhere else. Women just want to talk, while men just want women to be quiet. In the future there will be a law passed in Europe that requires married men to be at home by 9.00 p.m. on Thursdays or else they will be fined 500 Euros. There will also be tax breaks for people who choose not to live alone, and pet owners will be taxed if the owners live alone as an incentive for people to have children rather than child substitutes.
 Of course, there is an irony here. We are increasingly leading separate lives, and in the future it will become much easier to physically isolate oneself from other people at home or at work — which, for some people, will be the same place.
At the same time we are becoming increasingly connected. One of the most popular websites in the UK is Friends Reunited. MySpace (now Rupert’s Space) in the US has well over 100 million members and regularly receives more hits per month than Google. Both websites simply seek to put like-minded individuals and groups in touch with one another, but maybe something more profound is happening. To a large degree, the history of the next fifty years will be about the relationship between technology and people. Moreover, there is an inherent instability built into this relationship because technology changes fast and exponentially, while people change slowly and incrementally. What this means, in effect, is that the more technology gets embedded into our lives, the more we will run away from it. As a result, there will be a greater demand for human-to-human physical contact and direct experiences.
     There will also be more interest in spiritualism and philosophy — unless, of course, humans and technology are merged together, in which case things will get very confusing indeed.
     By the year 2025 artificial intelligence (AI) will have become a reality. In simple terms, this means that when you phone your bank and have a twenty-minute argument about credit-card charges you’ll be speaking to a computer without realising it. More spookily, by the year 2050 there will be two highly intelligent species on Earth — traditional, genetically pure humans and technologically aided hybrid humans. The latter will be ‘people’ who have been genetically manipulated by the insertion of DNA segments to prevent certain diseases or to create certain emotions or personality traits. They will also be robotically and computer-enhanced to improve strength, sight, vision, or intelligence. Again, one will evolve very slowly, and the other will change as rapidly as technology and ethics permit. Do we want this to happen? Perhaps the question is whether or not we can stop it.
             Some people will say that this won’t happen. We will understand the threat and pass laws to prevent such enhancements, much in the same way that human cloning is already outlawed. But if history can serve as a guide to the future, it shows us that mankind is curious. Someone, somewhere, legally or illegally, will be tempted to answer the question ‘what if?’
             In Los Angeles you can already visit a reproductive technologist and choose sperm or eggs based on IQ or appearance: ‘blonde hair, blue eyes, and an aptitude for tennis, please’. If you can’t make it to LA, you can always order sperm over the internet. And if we are already doing this, it’s only a very small step before we add non-biological elements to our children. Given that companies such as Nike sponsor thirteen-year-old soccer stars it’s probably also just a matter of time before a company signs up a promising foetus on a thirty-five-year sponsorship deal.
             If such experiments simply involved the insertion of technological elements into a human brain or body, this would be almost no threat to the human species. But what if the enhancement involves nanotechnology or computers, and the machine elements really do start to think for themselves? What happens when we produce machines that are more intelligent than us? What happens if these machines develop some kind of self-awareness (consciousness) and become self-replicating? Once that gene is out of the bottle it will be very difficult indeed to put it back in.

 


Why we’ll take longer baths in the future

12 noiembrie 2007

Prima parte dintr-o serie de cateva parti din primul capitol al cartii “Future Files” de Richard Watson, o carte care merita citita si inteleasa

 

If you want to know your past, look at your present conditions.
If you want to know your future, look into your present actions. 

–Buddhist saying

    Early in 2006, Joyce Vincent, a middle-aged woman, was discovered dead in her London fl at. There was nothing remarkable about this, except for the fact that she’d been dead for more than two years and her television was still on. How could this happen? Where was everyone? The answer, of course, was that everyone was somewhere else. London, like most major cities, no longer has neighborhoods; it has collections of individuals leading increasingly isolated, selfish and narcissistic lives. Neighbors keep to themselves, and people don’t ask questions or volunteer information. In an age when everyone is increasingly connected to everyone else through the internet, nobody really knows anyone any more.

    We have lots of friends, but few of them dig deep to understand our hopes and fears. The general feeling is that you’ll live longer if you keep yourself to yourself.
     In Japan there is a social phenomenon called ‘hikikomori’. The phrase roughly translates as ‘withdrawal’ and refers to boys who retreat into their bedrooms and rarely, if ever, come out. In one case a young man shut his bedroom door in his early twenties and played video games, watched TV, and slept for fourteen years. Food was supplied by his mother, who lived downstairs, virtually alone. The phenomenon is a particularly Japanese condition, although nobody can quite understand who or what is to blame. According to experts, there are somewhere between 100,000 and 1 million hikikomori in Japan, caused by everything from absent (always-working) fathers to over-protective mothers.
     There are a number of simple explanations for problems like this, and most are wrong. Some people blame individualism; others point the finger at urbanization, technology, education, or even government. The reality is that it’s all of these, but ultimately we have nobody to blame but ourselves. We, and only we, have let this happen. And if it’s like this now, what will it be like in another fifty years?
     Perhaps this is a strange way to start what is essentially a business book, but I think it’s important to understand the bigger picture first.
     I’m sitting in a budget hotel room at Miami International Airport. It’s 10.30 p.m. My room is basic, but I have free access to the internet — either from my own computer or via a giant TV in my room. There is a coffee machine, complete with non-dairy creamer, and a small bar of hypoallergenic soap in the bathroom. Outside, on the other side of the freeway, a large neon sign reads ‘Girls’. Unfortunately, inside the hotel, humans are rather absent. Indeed, while I can check up on the news in London through my TV, I can’t order a sandwich because the restaurant closed thirty minutes ago. There is no room service either, presumably due to a focus on ‘essential services’. The hotel is pretty full, but I don’t expect to come into contact with anyone else. If you placed the ‘Do not disturb’ sign outside my door (and my credit rating was good enough) I could probably drop dead inside my room with the TV on and nobody would notice. My email isn’t working either because my email provider has thoughtfully ‘recently completed an upgrade of all services to enhance security and reliability’. Believe it or not, I can’t access my email because they have sent me a new password, but I can’t access that because I don’t have the password to open my email. Brilliant. 
    If you want a vision of the future, this is a good one. I could be anywhere. In another ten or twenty years I will be able to access every film ever made in any language through the TV. The room will be personalized, too, in the sense that the hotel chain will know where I come from and what I like — so Triple J will be playing on the radio as I enter my room, and decaf coffee and real milk will be in the fridge. The sandwich will still be an impossible request, unless I’m staying at one of the company’s premium hotels, but I guess I’ll be able to order one through the TV for twenty-four hour delivery. In twenty-five years time I will enter the hotel by placing my finger on a security panel by the entrance, and both the receptionist and the ‘girls’ will be holograms. I will gain access to my room with my world-phone or the chip inserted in my jaw and be able to customize the room myself to look and smell just like home — but I still won’t be able to get a sandwich from the restaurant at 10.30 p.m., and my email still won’t work.
     Two big trends at the start of the twenty-first century are urbanization and the increase in the number of people living alone. In 2006, 25 per cent of homes in the United Kingdom were single person households. In Australia it was 17 per cent, while in the United States single-person households have grown by 30 per cent in thirty years, due to factors such as couples staying single for longer, easier divorces, and longer life-spans, especially for women. We have also seen a significant reduction in the number of children born and a massive increase in the number of old people. In short, there is a lack of births and deaths, which means that the global population will go into decline around 2050, putting an end to fears of global overcrowding. You can see this already in statistics — 22 per cent of women in the UK say that that don’t expect to have children.

 

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Imi cer scuze, e vina voastra.

8 septembrie 2007
O trasatura din ce in ce mai rar intalnita in lume e aceea de a-ti recunoaste greseala, a ti-o asuma. Da, am facut asta, e vina mea.
Au aparut doua feluri de oameni din aceasta cauza, iar partea dintre ei, cea care asigura echilibrul, a 3-a categorie, devine cantitate neglijabila.
Primul fel de oameni este cel despre care vorbeam mai sus…tipul "nu vreau sa gresesc deci nu fac" sau "daca am gresit e vina altuia". E genul de om care isi pune parintii sa faca totul pentru el (aleg scoala, liceul, facultatea, locul de munca, daca se poate si prietena, hainele pe care le poarta, ora la care se culca, cu ce pasta de dinti se spala sau ce mananca). Este omul care intotdeauna, pt orice, are un om pe care ar putea da vina. El se afla in spatele unui perete transparent de oameni care au luat deciziile pentru el, asa ca nu are nimeni nici un motiv sa-i reproseze ceva. In schimb el, cand ceva merge prost, are 1000 de motive si de persoane pe care ar putea sa dea vina. Aceasta prima categorie reprezinta majoritatea.
Insa nici cea de-a doua categorie nu e de neglijat. Genul de om care se scuza si pt ce n-a facut, si pentru lucrurile pentru care nu e el de vina. "imi cer scuze ca a inceput sa ploua", "Iarta-ma ca prietenul tau te-a inselat", "Scuze ca a avut avionul intarziere"…si altele. Stiti genul, omul care intr-o relatie isi ia asupra sa si problemele partenerului, si-si asuma si greselile tuturor partenerilor anteriori: "Imi cer scuze ca : Ghita nu ti-a adus niciodata flori, Ionel statea la carciuma toata ziua, Misu te-a inselat cu sor-ta…."si altele. Plus ca sunt si persoanele care isi asuma greselile sexului din care fac parte, sau grupului social sau profesiei: "Barbatii/Moldovenii/Managerii sunt niste porci, si imi cer mii de scuze pentru asta". Problema asta are doua componente principale. Prima, adanc infipta in subconstientul omului, e componenta religioasa, sa te jertfesti pentru greselile celorlalti. Astfel, fiecare dintre ei devine un mic Mesia, un salvator, chiar daca numai pentru o persoana, la un anumit moment. A doua componenta, cum ar zice Freud, e partea masochista din fiecare dintre noi. Partea care vrea sa fim pedepsiti, care accepta umilinte si oprobiul public. De genul, loveste-ma, priveste-ma ca pe un caine, scuipa-ma, dar pastreaza-ti atentia asupra mea, fi interesat de mine si de persoana mea, acorda-mi atentie!!!
Daca in prima categorie, atentia trebuia tinuta cat mai departe de propria persoana, in a 2-a printr-un melanj ciudat de caracteristici religioase si sexuale se cauta sa se mentina atentia asupra persoanei tale.

Tu din ce categorie faci parte? 


REZULTAT ISTORIC!!!

15 august 2007

15.08.2007

Spre deosebire de dinamovisti care au scos ieri un egal chinuit la
Roma, in compania cvasinecunoscutei SS Lazio, vicempioana noastra, a
tuturor romanilor, a reusit in aceasta seara un rezultat istoric pentru
fotbalul romanesc : 2-2, la Borisov, in compania mult mai titratei
echipe BATE.
Dupa un meci entuziasmant, in care forta bielorusilor s-a aratat doar
la fazele celor doua goluri, ros-albastrii au reusit sa scoata un
rezultat care ne da sperante pentru meciul retur .
“Greul de abia incepe” a declarat Maradona din Carpati la sfasitul
partidei. Cobra Ilie a completat “Era altceva daca se termina 2-1
pentru noi! Asa ne va fi foarte greu la Bucuresti. BATE a demonstrat ca
e o echipa mare, si va trebui sa luptam din greu in Ghencea pentru a
mentine un 0-0 care ne califica.”

Ii felicitam pe aceasta cale pe vicecampioni si ii asteptam pe eroii de la Borisov, in aceasta noapte, pe aeroportul H. Coanda. FORZA STEUA!!!

 


Aliteratii anti-aforice

8 august 2007
Au aparut brusc stol, din subsol ,
soldati cu topor si namol pe bust gol,
ce just vor s-atace falsi, taci!,
sangele-atrage, se trage’n draci!
Vraci cu tunici largi si flacari in irisi
ies din groapa, crapa copaci si-ucid flacai in miristi,
vapai in mimici baga minti in labirinturi,
grauri din mituri omoara sfinti in varii rituri,
cu pari si nituri, ochi ciopliti cu ciocuri de ciori,
cioburi, lesuri, cioturi de flori.
Doar cei nemuritori vad vaduva cu coasa,
ce lasa fara viata maduva osoasa.
O vreme noroasa sufla-n gand, cand..
armata se retrage-n ceatza, mergand sub pamant,
tragand incet dupa sine, fix
la doi metri, ranitii, si-i ineaca-n Styx!

Dor, Doina, Viezure, Mazare…parca asa era

6 august 2007
Asadar…uitandu-ma la Darren Brown Mind Control…mi-am dat seama care e cauza blocajului meu cand vine vorba de sexul opus (as fi spus frumos…da asta m-ar face urat si nu vreau :P ).
Ca sa n-o mai lungesc…Din cauza ca o anumita persoana (care incepe cu M si se termina cu arcela si e din RM, rezidenta actual in Grecia) mi-a tradat increderea, mi-e imposibil sa ma mai apropii mai intim de cineva pana nu sunt absolut sigur ca acea cineva nu impartaseste sentimentele mele. Si cum fetele sunt cunoscute pentru modul in care se deschid sentuimental in fata baietilor…ca sa folosesc un termen stiintific..i’m in deep shit!!!
Asadar…daca citesti asta si iti place de mine…SPUNE-MI…alta sansa nu e sa ma salvezi. ;)  
 
Mi-as fi dorit sa nu fi tu cea care pleaca urechea la barfe,
Mi-as fi dorit sa nu fi doar una din prea multe tarfe,
Mi-ar fi placut sa facem sex la lumina lumanarii,
Nu sa te astept singur in ploaie 4 ore-n fatza scarii.
Mi-ar fi placut sa intelegi ca pentru mine esti doar tu,
Mi-ar fi placut sa nu te vad zilnic in brate la altu.
Mi-as fi dorit sa am puterea sa iti zic, nu doar sa scriu,
Si sa fii tu oaza de apa pierduta-n acest pustiu,
Care este viata mea in orice zi cand nu-s cu tine,
Mi-as fi dorit sa te urasc, nu sa ma urasc pe mine.
Mi-ar fi placut sa ne plimbam seara tinandu-ne de mana,
Eu sa ma pierd in cuvinte, tu sa razi la orice gluma.
Sa-mi reprosezi ca beau prea mult, sa-mi reprosezi ca nu te-ascult.
Sa-mi reprosezi ca-s prea umil, sa-mi reprosezi ca sunt copil,
Sa-mi reprosezi ca sunt prea bleg si ca nu te inteleg.
Sa-mi reprosezi ca sunt un lenes si ca nu fac nimic in casa,
Sa imi reprosezi orice…, dar sa imi arati ca-ti pasa.
 
Have a nice one :)

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