Better Than Romanian Skimmers

There's a new trick to get money away from you. Check this out:

http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2009/09/rogue-bank-statements

and beware!!

Possibly the Best Terrace in Amsterdam

I have no idea what the name of the place is. It might be Sound Garden Café. It might be something else. But I was there yesterday and Sailorboy said this is the best terrace in Amsterdam. I thought there might be others. He insisted this is the one. It’s perfect. The entrance is on Marnixstraat, so at the street, you don’t even see it. But you get through the bar to the terrace just on the water. You can look at the boats passing by, the motor riders on the street and just enjoy your huge beer. Shouldn’t this be like a try-out at all the terraces in Amsterdam, so then you can say, yeah, true – this is the best?!

Well, I might go on trying terraces, so let me know when you’re around, if the weather’s nice, we can have a go…

We've Got a Marriage Situation

It's marketing.

It's marketing life, all you women need to marry and you've got to drag men into it. You've got to do it right, it's got to be perfect, it's the most important day of your life!

Men, you need to drink lots of beer, be happy when you cheer your team at a football game, have doubts about marriage and wish you have the best car ever to attract young chicks.

We had dinner the other night with a .ro friend and her .nl boyfriend. They're having serious discussions around this topic. It seems in .ro it's still so popular to get married, while in .nl it's more popular to get children and move on with your life.. cut wedding and honeymoon costs, be more efficient.. It seems like they're having an army of arguments one for the one thing and the other for the other.. I'm wondering who will win this fight?!

Discutii de job - continuare

Ca de obicei - lunch cu colegii mei anormali.

Zice unu (1) - am citit un sondaj cum ca oamenii se imbata mai mult din cauza crizei, unii sunt toata ziua betzi chiar.

Io sar repede cu opinia ca pai cum, frate, daca nu-s bani - cum te-mbeti asa.. toata ziua?!

Zice 1 - ah, pai nu-ti trebuie bani!!

Ah, nu?! pe gratis am vazut mai putini betzi.. ma afirm din nou.

1 continua - dar poti sa te imbeti foarte ieftin! iei un pahar de vodka, un tampon, inmoi tamponu in ghb a.k.a date rape drug si apoi in vodka si ti-l bagi in fund. Se absoarbe superrepede si e f eficient. Cu un pahar de vodka esti rupt!! Iar mai ales aia care o sa fie dati afara beau de se fac prashtie..

Stai!! zice al doilea (2). Stai asa, ca nu inteleg. Deci ce e drogu ala?

Al treilea (3) se ofera sa explice: ghb sau date rape drug se foloseste ca un tip sa i-l puna unei tipe la o petrecere in bautura si ea isi pierde constiinta. Pe urma el purcede la actul sexual, iar a doua zi tipa nu mai stie nimic din ce a facut o seara inainte.. deci iti dai seama cand il pui n vodka si ti-l bagi in fund ce efect are!

Lui 2 nu-i vine sa creada!! zice - pai si cum? chiar nu-si aduce nimic aminte??

Da, zice 1. Are dintr-o data apetit sexual crescut, si-o trage, iar a doua zi tot ce poti sa-ti dai seama e ca ai o durere..

Da, zice 3 - o durere intre picioare, ca si cum ai fi facut sex.. si inca altceva... depinde, prin care femeia poate sa-si dea seama ce s-a intamplat.. dar nu mai stie altceva..

Io zic - pai da, stii ca daca te duci in club trebuie sa fii atent, sa tii mana deasupra paharului sau sticlei sa nu-ti toarne cineva ceva.

Zice 3, da, si daca te-ai dus sa dansezi si ti-ai lasat sticla de bere pe bar, nu mai trebuie sa bei din ea, ca nu se stie niciodata ce prafuri ti-au bagat acolo..

1 este indignat - vezi ca nu stii despre ce vorbesti?! Ghb este lichid, se toarna..

Da, bine, zic io. Asta stiu. Da drogu asta nu te costa mai mult decat alcoolul??

Zice 1 - ah, nu, deloc. Poti sa-l faci si acasa, nu e greu de facut. Numai ca nu prea stii doza exacta.. s-ar putea sa faci o dozare ushor incorecta, da oricum scopu tau e sa te faci manga, asa ca nu mai conteaza..

Ah, zic io, deci cum astia de la noi de la It stiu ca o sa fie dati afara, se apuca cu totii de tampoane cu vodka si ghb, nu??

Zice 1 - normal, daca vedem ca le atarna o sforicica, stim de ce!!

Al doilea este total shokat. Nuuu pooot sa creeed.. pleaca.

Noi radem ca de obicei de conversatia noastra inteligenta si de care e cu sforicele prin fund.. LOL

Good Ideas Come Under the Shower

I was taking a shower.. then this song comes into my mind - every one is gay.. every one is gay, almost obsessively.

So I'm thinking: wait, this was a kind of a theory about every one loving himself or herself so much that you might as well be gay. I'm also true to the Freud concepts that your childhood determines your future life (except to his sexual theories, which can also be good, but were just too limited on the poor rich mans' wives who had nothing better to do than dream about sex).

But anyhow, if the two would come together then you'd say a child who loves himself too much would at a certain point see that his mate whom he plays with is the same as himself. The little girl playing along is somehow different and scary.

So he goes gay.

My theory from under the shower would be - there are no specific before-birth pre-determined genes for gay people. There are also no points in time when a person gets stoke by gayness. Every one is gay and depending on your inner ego and childhood you might discover yourself as one or get attracted by the opposite and just be considered normal.

2 Weekends and Lots of Films

After the "There Will Be Blood", you only want to see "Apocalypto" - even more brutality, so then we chilled with "Citizen Kane" and I discovered where the White Stripes lyrics for "The Union Forever" come from.. arrhh! suck an idiot, never to have known this! "Stranger than Fiction" and some oher Will Farell Bush show are deadly hilarious..

I'm having a girlfriend over and talk about old stories, new stories, traveling and jobs, thn we take a walk to this brilliant coffeshop = the one you buy coffee from!! I've seen a new small espresso machine, just looks genius and spreads out espresso.. I've been trying to find some pictures, but I guess it's not that famous.. oh well, maybe in few years..

Next day we're getting sailorboy's family over - they get convinced about the I've-had-too-much-to-eat power of .ro food, we enjoy our talks and brother G. getting crazy on A'dam Klezmer Band, so we're careful about bringing Balkan Beat Box on the stereo..

After more monopolistic stories with IT-guru and his Dr.FeelGood girlfriend, we come to the horse-penis medical instrument story and other anal consultations - just disgusting enough to put on a table during/after dinner. Ask me on private and if I'm in a good mood, I'll tell you all about it ;)

Remember how much I like the circular stories? It comes back to Balkan Beat Box which the RacecarSultan has put as background on his and Sailorboy's Dakar film - looking good! and after beer, wine and the more traditional vishinata and palinca we start grooving on the beats.. next morning all we can do is chill with orange juice and good coffee.

Murphy’s Law

If you’re trying to open a wine bottle, the phone will ring at the moment you’ll be trying to use the corkscrew.

Attempt 1 – I go to the kitchen, take the wine bottle, try to find the corkscrew, my phone rings. I talk to my mother.

Attempt 2 – I take the corkscrew, try to open the wine bottle, my phone rings. It’s some one doing a survey on closing time of the terraces in the Jordaan. I talk to the survey guy.

Attempt 3 – I take the corkscrew again. My thirst grows proportionally to the number of phone calls I need to take in my attempt to open the wine. I try to open the bottle, my phone rings. It’s a sort of a friend.

Attempt 4 – I say to myself, this time I’m not picking up no damn phone! I successfully open the wine bottle. The wine tastes even better now.

Sfatul zilei

Sa nu beti vin prost, ca va doare capul ziua urmatoare!!

Fringe in Amsterdam

Mada, na ca e si aici!!

Tot mi-am dorit sa merg cu Mada la Fringe in Scotia... da l-au adus la Amsterdam.. bine e altfel decat cum mi-am imaginat io. Credeam ca e gen un festival unde platesti intrarea gen o data si te plimbi de la locatie la locatie sa vezi spectacole.. pai nu - asta e ca te duci la diverse teatre si locatii, da platesti la fiecare show...

In fine, din tot festivalul, am sjuns si noi la Blue Shade, o piesa despre un mafiot care se uita la eality show-uri de la tv, un fel de Oprah. Si el are o nevasta care i-a facut un copil negru cu stripperu de la petrecerea ei de dinaintea nuntii. Si e cam pampalau mafiotu asta si are probleme cu aialalti, da vede la tv cum s-a descoperit un drog care iti pune in ordine viata si te face fericit... asta e plotu si piesa e actuala, iar mie mi-a placut foarte tare..

Data viitoare cred k merg cu Mada in Scotia :)

The Swine Flu and The Sleep

I wake up one Monday morning with bad symptoms. I might even call in sick. I do that and get an e-mail as in beware of the Swine flu. Yes, I do! Next day, being able to stand, even walk, I go to the office. I'm immediately sent home with the verdict - you might have the swine flu. I'm feeling bad at the minute. It really gets worse by the time I get home. I sleep for about 4 hours in a perfect coma. My doctor says it can be anything - normal flu, swine flu, season's flu. I never really trusted these doctors! They don't even want me around.. I feel like some leper contagious outcast. No one wants to see me, talk to me, be around me. Only sailorboy, but he's also got some kind of a flu. I stay home the entire week and sleep between 14 and 16 hours per day. These must be the sleepiest days of my life!!

I'm fine!!