One Classy Evening

Sailorboy gets to celebrate his b-day again! What a lucky ass!! And they call me that!!
So he got a good-treat present and

we’re about to go to Kurhaus. Well then I can combine business with pleasure. I’ll be meeting the IT Goran for some tips on outsourcing. We land in this Mexican fiesta joint where we have a long list of options for very Mexican, very Columbian, certain amount South America, to very Dutch.. a mix of culture on a plate. That was also our conversation – fantastic mix of company talks to theories, facebook and cultural differences. Awesomes!

Then Sailorboy shows up and we’re romantically walking around with the terrible wind in our hair and sunset scenery as background. We walk by the kitchiest stores I’ve seen in the Netherlands in one place and we decide not to do bungee jumping.

Got to the venue. This looks like they’d want to shoot a film there.

I feel like I need to whisper, like at the opera. Man, I get uncomfortable in fancy places. When I think my every move should be perfect, I discover they messed up with the cutlery, so I need to use the second course knife..

disastrous! Excuse my French! The dinner is fancy and we’re acting like paesani when I take out the camera for a virtual tour. I forgot what we were talking about, I felt like I should say something important, but I know I didn’t. Instead I was enjoying looking at the old German ladies next to us, looking like they lived a good life and they’re laughing at us for being young, smiling like an alibi “I kwon what you’re doing”..

Yes, straight the pose!

Battle In Seatle

I’m reading this book now – Misère de la prospérité of Pascal Bruckner. It talks about a lot of views on how we get to the richness we have today. Amongst which – that the extremes are getting worst. This means – few people are getting rich on the expense of hundreds of people getting poor. No surprise! But what I actually needed to find out was – what was the Battle of Seatle.

I got to read more on the wiki source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Trade_Organization_Ministerial_Conference_of_1999_protest_activity
It was a protest against the WTO conference in ’99 when multinationals wanted to take over a lot of national rights and other discussions could (and would) have taken place, unless 40,000 people prevented this to happen.
I saw a Hollywood-like type of film about it. But if that’s not there, people forget what happened.

Maybe this helps: http://www.realbattleinseattle.org/

Autumn Film Time

Monday
Dragging myself to The Hague is reminding me a lot about the times I used to live there dragging myself to Amsterdam. But when I think it’s so much more enjoyable and don’t need to work on any more of those school projects, it’s such a relief!! Dining with the uni mates and drinking beer, catching up and making jokes on our projects. Awesomes!

Tuesday
No tv, I’m living in such a pure and clean environment. No tv, no smoke, no commercials and no asthma. Let us also be free in our minds – we saw “Milk”, check it out.

Wednesday
Kept up the good watching-films schedule with the classic “One Flew Over the Cuckoos’ Nest”, brilliant!!

Friday
Damn, I needed to destroy the good series – with a stupid “Break up” film – put it on your forbidden list!

Saturday
I continue my “Gadjo Dilo” without translations, just for the sake of a good one!

Sunday
The week is only complete after seeing a series of 10 short Dutch films. The humour, the freshness, the sensation, the unthinkable, the complicated and again, the fun of it got me in the right mood for a wonderful Sunday night with da sailorboy.

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.