Bucharest in photos

This is how the midnight sky of the city of Bucharest looks, seen from my window. The pictures were taken last night. They were not altered in any way.

Romanian bloggers talk so much (biased) politics that they forget to watch to the sky.




My week of work is done. So I rightfully earned my right to two days off-work. Actually, one and a half. I forgot I have a program tomorrow - and what a program it is.

I guess you noticed as well as I did, my friends, the fact that there is not much substance in blogging nowadays. To be honest, the last two weeks I was pretty much outside the phenomenon, so here is my outside observation: I get home after work, tired or very tired, I open the list of the blogs I follow and I see the number of readable posts going down. It is, by the way, the reason that kept me from inviting you to read posts from other blogs - there are moments when I'm tempted to tell you about good posts on other blogs. But that is pseudo-blogging, not blogging. And you have bloglandia for that, here - just check out the left column.

I refuse to believe there are no subjects to debate. I think many of us bloggers became lazy, lately. We take our subjects from the central press and we comment politics or small and insignificant personal events and that is it. I'm not sure this is a good trend. I'm not even sure autumn will make these things change. Blogging - and even "mainstream" blogging - is not and cannot be reduced to a highlight of the current national/international events. By its own nature, blogging is indie. Not a simple auxiliary to the media.

As soundtrack to the post, my latest discovery in the world of music. A unknown band from the States. Courtesy of Andreea - by the way, it is her birthday today (or, better said, was, before midnight. Happy birthday, sis'). With a small explanation.

I do not keep or collect full discographies, nor full albums. There was a time when I did it. Not anymore. If there is a song I dislike, I forget it - and I erase it, of course. And so it comes to the fact that, after 20 years of listening to music, I developed my own rules of music listening. If I like 4 songs of the same band, it means I like the band. Not 3, nor 5. 4. And I am conscious that I still have lots of things to learn from now on.

There are exactly 4 songs I like from this band - called DREDG. And I recommend you listen to them.

PS. I love you, Alex.

With love,



When you love someone, you don't leave your loved one for nothing in the world. That is a comment I came upon yesterday on the internet. It made me think.

My experience says otherwise, unfortunately... My experience says that, even if you love someone, even if you truly and painfully love someone, you have to let him/her go if your life plans are different. Simple (and painful) as that. You do not leave your loved one, you just let your loved one go and fulfill his/her life with his/her own dreams.

We may all wonder in the end, I guess, if love should prevail to a life plan. My answer is: sometimes yes, sometimes no. Not always - it depends from case to case. But to inflexibly ask someone you love to change what he/she wants from life because you cannot accept him/her otherwise constitutes, in my view, an offense. And it constitutes, also, a sign of senseless vanity - as well as a proof of the lesser quality of your love.

This is not about my present. This is about my past. Not a very antique past, but a past already there when I was writing, for instance, the very first post for this blog.

In the end, the song.

You know, there are (only) a few songs that I love since being a child. One of the very first albums that was actually mine, back in the '80s, because I got the original recording as a gift, was Ilie Micolov's "Dragoste la prima vedere" (Love at first sight). I still own the record, I still love listening to it when I have the time (last time I did it, it was Sunday).


Bucharest in photos. Clubbin'

Pictures taken in May, in The Silver Church. In loving memory of those moments of my adolescence when I wanted to become a DJ.



state> sleepless, but tired
soundtrack> Horia Brenciu - septembrie, luni

Little nothings:

It's mid-August almost, and I feel like June has just ended. Time passes you by very fast in this crazy city of Bucharest.

Since July 1st I'm back on full-time. Add to it a part-time job, running a house and being a head of family, and you get what I got - no free-time. If you add living - with everything it implies (like, do I know, meeting friends, writing, reading, watching movies and listening to music, taking photos and writing on your blog, jogging et caetera), then you start being tired. And you know, guys, there's been already a good period of time for me with no personal life.

They say July and August are the months when bloggers do not write. They are too busy going on vacation, and the number of posts goes down. This is my luck - if this was November or October, my blog would go really down on the blogging charts. And we don't want that, do we? But do we care about the blogging charts, after all?

Anyway, there's been some (rather inertial) changes around here. The master of the place lost a good deal of kilos lately, jogging lots and lots of miles. He lost also most of his hair, because he wanted to become non-recognizable (task fully completed, btw). He darkened his skin, as he found the time to go to the aqua-park three hours, last week, and do something he truly longed for - swimming. He listened to tons of heavy-metal received from his friends (that would be translatable, in informatics, to gigabytes, for all I know). He really wants to get to Transylvania, the next few days, to the event he told you about a few months ago, and he is angry because his job does not allow him to. Oh well, that's not a change, but anyway.

September is just around the corner. And I am still around here.

PS.: I end this post, my post, with a summer song. From 1988. Which was a part of my first video tape, back in 1990. Enjoy. It somehow reminds me of my present love.

With love,



The person I'm in love with is in love with someone else. Best possible antidote. And I actually thought, for a moment, that I had my chance..

I'll have to bury another thing deep inside. I had it coming.

How cliché of my life.