palmasul

toyz for them

2011-06-10T02:21:00.000-07:00

Last evening, i was looking over the shoulder of my son, who was playing some new campaign on a Lego Star Wars site. And by doing this i honestly recognize that i was attracted by the dynamics of the games, the well chosen colors of the bits and pieces that composed the actors and scenery of the game, and ultimately by the subliminal attraction that was poured to the gamer either visual or audio. Now don't get me wrong. I wasn't payed by Lego or other subsidiary to write this post.
At the moment i watched my son playing the game and after that hearing his desperate cravings for the toys themselves, i was amazed by the way the toy industry changed and evolved through the years. In my youth, we had only three colors for the bikes we could purchase, red, yellow and blue. And they were available in two or three dimensions and sizes. Now you can even paint your own bike as you please or, if you are lazy, you can order a custom paint job to be done for you. Of course we had some sort of lego like toys but the pieces that composed them were several times bigger and made out of wood. And the builds were limited to houses or square figures.
As far as i remember, there were no negative idols in any game we had. In fact to be politically correct, we had negative persons in the books we read at that time, with the shapes of gargoyles or witches, but they always were killed until the story ended. The details about these kind of evil characters were scarce. No clear description was made and all of their evilness was summarized in a few words like ugly, bad, with deformities. Compared with the bio's and detailed profiles of the current evil characters, wow, that's a change. You can even start loving those characters, despite the fact that their role is to be bad.
In my youth, the leading character was filled with good qualities, he or she were beautiful, with a sharp mind, with good behavior. Now Leading characters can be ugly, have evil thoughts and plans to destroy or rule a world or a galaxy, can have bad habits like farting or other otherwise inappropriate behavior. The world of characters evolved with the passage of time and now we have also evil heroes on the menu.
And the cars. Wow! now you can have one ranging from a simple tractor painted exactly like their real counterparts from CATERPILLAR, with moving elements, sliding windows, to fancy top Porsche like copies with the same accessories available. Compared with the communist impersonation of the "citty citty bang bang " like car we had, painted only blue, on which the only moving parts were the wheels and the pedals we used to power the car, the current toy cars are amazing. Even i would like to have one.
I don't know if i like this change. From my point of view, it's ok for my son to distinguish from playing the bad and the good. It's ok for him to have a choice over which hero he want's to be. But i do not think i like very much to have bad guys on the same menu presented or trowed into his face. Surprisingly enough, my son likes very much Anakin Skywalker and implicitly Darth Vader. And when i asked him why does he likes a good person turned bad he simply said:
Because, i feel for sure that Darth Vader will be good again. It's written in his heart. And at some point he will figure this out and stop doing evil. He was lured into this unfortunate chain of events that turned him bad.But, i can almost feel it, he will be back to the good side someday.

PS: After the last Lego Star Wars game, in secret i promised to my son that i will put some cash aside to buy two helmets from Star Wars. I will be a Clone Warrior and he will be Anakin - DarthVader. We will play in the back yard with our already bought light-sabers. I like the stories he makes with and about adventures between the stars.Why? Because in his stories, the good guys always win.

40's or something crysis

2011-06-08T02:51:00.000-07:00

Well, today i wasn't planning to write at this early hour my regular post on the blog because i was planning to do this from the silence and peace of my home in the afternoon, and for another subject. But someone decided to stir a wound which didn't have the chance yet to heal and i felt old.
I have to think very hard on this issue of oldness, maybe i have to make plans for my funerals already. I probably have to talk with my wife, kids, attorney, partner, customers, colleagues, and tell them that i am close to death and they should be aware of this and advise me on the necessary steps to make in order to leave this world with all my issues closed or settled. Sh**! I'm already thinking of this... It's like a slow moving poison, traveling through my veins, and with each minute it passes i am closer to the fatal finish! How will i look after my death? i will have wings or tail? I will have a red face or blue? I will spill poison or drink amber?!
Come On! This is bullshit. Of course i will die someday but not now. Now i am still alive and kicking and i will kick this guy hard. Well he doesn't carry all the blame for this issue of oldness but what the hell, he's close, he's here, he soiled my ego and i can throw him a punch or two, in words of course.
So let me introduce you to the issue because i think i babbled enough about my ego and other sh**. Some online poetry and sf writing campaign is started by this site . After reading the emotional intro on the homepage who basically say's that all the writers are called to this contest and anybody that can write should try participate, because at least they have a chance to be read and appreciated or not, if you go to the contest rules you will find actually that there is a limit to the age of the writer and that is 40 years old. So basically any writer with the age between 0 and 40 can register and submit SF stories or poetry but the ones over this age cannot. No Sh**?! Why? At my 40 or something i am not good anymore to write? Somehow after this age my imagination has gone, my poetical licenses are scarce and my stories sound like the moaning of a buffalo in heat?
OK, ok, maybe you do not know my poems and most probably they are so bad that when you read them you do not pass over the first two verses. But what the hell, i should at least have the chance to make a fool of myself from the readers and the community not from a stupid rule. Because that what this rule , in my humble opinion, says: If you are over 40 you are not fit for this.
Just like another "Smart Guy" from an Irish recruiting company who said to me a few days ago with a discrete tone " You know sir... i am sorry to say to you but your age is a little impediment in your application. We want vigorous young programmers with talent and experience... Of course you are super qualified for the application but the age factor...". Ha! The age factor. How the F*** experience is built? by working and accumulating over the years. Now the "Smart Guy" wants young experienced programmers in the field of payment systems. Honestly this is a contradiction of terms. In the niche industry i work, experienced specialists are scarce and not easy to find. Not that i am saying that i am the best of breed. There are many others more advanced and experienced but, guess what, we have almost the same age. Somehow in the twisted minds of these kind of "Smart guys" has entered a rule that after 40 you are not fitted to create, compose, develop and most probably live.
We should be banned from tweeting also? Should Facebook redirect us upon registration to a special social network for us the ones over 40 called "heavenorhellbook" depending on the bio ? And when a youngster would try to access this network an ACCESS DENIED message should be displayed stating " Private network. This is a network designed for those closer to death. Your age allows you to go and play so do that. Leave these old rubbish alone to extinction".
We, according to their view, should use old windows versions because the newer ones are for the young and experienced ones, we should not desire smart-phones and we should use only mobiles with large display and three functional keys "Call home, Call Ambulance and Call St. Peter", this should be enough for us no? We should never approach new emerging Object Oriented languages simply because they are too hard to understand for a fossil, we should not even go hiking in the mountains because the altitude could impact over our health...
Enough with this. If someone does not like my age, it's ok. But i still believe that i can be and i am creative,i can work hard both at my work or with my writings. If my poems does not appeal to you, close my blog and switch to another one. It's easy. At least you have made an opinion based on what i wrote not my age. So if i made you curious or disgusted by my opinion, you have two options: for the fist case, read my blogs; for the second one, there is a small X icon attached to the frame in which you are reading this words.Come on...it's easy to find. Click on it. Bye.

Politics looks like malicious software

2011-06-07T00:42:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, when i arrive back home and i look over the entire day that just passed, i am amazed by the quantity of bad political decisions i ingested over the day. From the new laws and regulations i see at the morning news, to the whispers of " bad days coming " distributed by mass mailing or cleverly dissimulated in political declarations ingested through the airwaves sent to my car radio. Every channel, newspaper, radio station, struggles to bring the latest breaking novelty gossip, fight, that happens o the political stage of this small country. Hazardous predictions, economical falls, famine, disease, unemployment, are all debated retracted, argued, commented over the every information channel possible, in order to attract our attention, and increase some ratings. As i know very well this kind of staging, i am convinced that what is now a gossip will be a reality, what now is presented as an achievement will be in fact a disaster hidden in glorious words.
Everything like this distracts me and many others from the day to day struggle to live. Makes us react and become less interested in what we do, and become more disappointed about the life we are living. Just like a malicious piece of software, once present on the system, these kind of novelty takes control and diverts some of us to think of what bad news the next day will bring, or what will we do when this will strike? Instead of concentrating to create, build, manufacture, we are constantly trying to find ways to solve ways to beat the bad news delivered to us.
Of course you will say, i can no longer watch the news, i can tune the car radio to a music station and i can avoid to read newspapers. Yes i can. But this will not take away the cruel reality of the breaking news, it will simply delay the time when the fact will reach my family, my pocket and my life. I can filter anything i want, i can shut myself out from the news stream but the reality will always come and byte me with a new "We cut your salary with 2% for something" rule.
So because the bad politics and malicious software are similar in behavior, they spread the same through media channels, they affect the functionality of the system like their software counterparts, can i get a "Malicious Political Removal TOOL?" ? Maybe with the database updated to include the latest corruption malware, chair-stick detection and removal tools, evasionist and theft heuristic detection, phantom company detection and control,etc. It can be Oen Source but we can settle even for a commercial version. We will gladly pay for it in order to start living.

Ultimately they serve

2011-06-06T23:51:00.000-07:00

There are many names we are giving to them, "White Heads", "Turkeys",etc, but we always try to reach their help when we are in danger. They are present in our lives day by day, struggling like the rest of us for a decent life, for a foreseeable future, for the kids at home. And now we are, again, making a mockery out of their paychecks. Because our " Smart leaders" are cutting again their salary. It is not enough that they are understaffed, poorly equipped for what they do, unappreciated and badly seen by almost anybody, and now they have to suffer another cut in salary.
I honestly wonder if anyone of us, whom are the beneficiaries of their work, could sit a whole day in a crowded intersection at rush hour, and steer the raging traffic and in the mean time inhaling tons of poisonous gasses, supporting hundreds of decibels but remaining cam under heavy stress. I tell you i couldn't do it.
Or how about the situation where they are standing between two gangs fighting for their territory, armed just with the well known baton and a pepper spray? Could you do that and be then home just in time for dinner? No you couldn't. They are courageous people, with a great will to serve and protect, with an unbeatable wish to be present when they are needed in order to defend innocence or life itself. But they are just like me and you.
Of course they are going to office at crazy hours, just when your kids managed to fall asleep after a good day of joy they are starting their shift, You see them in the middle of the night patrolling the streets in their old and outdated cars in order for you to be safe at home. They are putting their lives on the line helping you to drive safely on the bumpy roads of the country, they are present when a robbery took place in order to return the stolen property as quickly as possible.
And now what will happen wit their lives? What they will do in order to keep coming to the streets and protect you? How they can protect when they leave home hungry because their credits and loans took all of their paycheck? How they can jump and salvage somebody in distress when they cannot save even their own family? How they can continue to sit in the middle of the road either in freezing winter or hot summer days, filling their lungs with the gases your car dejects when they cannot even afford to go to a decent doctor anymore?
I watched them protesting. Fewer than i thought they will be because many of them are thinking that if they come and protest into the open they will be fired. I sympathize with them, i am with them, i support them in their quest to fight for a decent life because, independent of the jobs we have, this is our day to day business here. We struggle for a decent life not for a better one, we fight for a living a little over poverty and we struggle to come back home alive and in some cases even smiling.
I wrote this in their appreciation and i hope that they will gain a little more support from the "average Joe" like me, who is one of the beneficiaries of their services.I wrote this in the hope that another one just like me, will pickup from where i left this and spread the word about the struggle and the needs of these amazing guys and girls in blue costumes, watching over us.
I saw a few of them when i made my trip to the office this morning. I couldn't tell if they were mad or angry or preoccupied by the protests or by their needs. They were at their jobs and they had to be there a hundred percent. Because they ultimately serve us.

We should be proud...

2011-06-06T03:55:00.000-07:00

Well, we should be... As long as "The most powerful Man on Earth" had awarded prizes to our smartest and brightest people...but i wonder where these guys were educated? I sincerely admire them if they could manage to get an education in schools where water pours from the ceiling in case of rain but they have brand new sports facilities, or in schools where in winter time, the same temperature from outside is in the classrooms but "luckily" these schools were just renovated with state of the art sanitation facilities. And on top of all things, how the hell these guys get educated when the teachers are hard to find, they actually left the country to work as nannies, cleaners,plumbers and other jobs fitted for a person with high education. You will say that they were educated according tho the new law of education with hundreds of "alternative manuals" from certified educational editors, actually obscure editors hired to conceive a mediocre manual just good enough to be published by a printing company owned of course by a government official or an acolyte of such a person.
You will say that these guys and girls are hard workers. And you are right. They are. They struggled to be on top of a society that considers educated people as paria, because our leaders need manipulable masses intoxicated with poisonous commercials when elections begin, they do not need smart people unless they are "dirty" and they can also be manipulated at will. They probably learned complex mathematics at candlelight, thermodynamics and physics in freezing school conditions,just to be closer to reality i think, and language and literature in the time they were craving for a piece of bread to eat. Honestly, i thought Ceausescu-s time was over but what is happening today in the educational system of our beloved country is simply incomprehensible.
And on top of everything, instead of fleeing to other more suitable countries for them to develop, grow and perform, they are coming back or stay here, living a poor life. In their dreams they see themselves as leaders, teachers, rulers and they crave for the opportunity to share their knowledge for the well being of their fellow countrymen. But, our political leaders are ruling again against these kind of dreamers. The new law of education is still in fierce debate and honestly it is incomplete and flaky in the most important parts of it, the payment for a honest educator is a few times lower than a paycheck of a school janitor from US, and the schools are still in horrible shape. And despite all of these horrible conditions, these people are still here and try to make a living from what they know. A hard life.
So, as i said before, we should be proud of them. Because they are the best of breed from a poor country, a country that treats them like hell, a country that pays poor but ultimately a country they love and want to serve. And if the big guy from White House gives them a hand and congratulates them for their achievements along with other prestigious international figures, please be so kind and be proud of them. Because what they achieved is their own achievement and merit. Our leaders does not deserve even to be mentioned or seen or even take credit for this. The only merit of this country is that they were born here. They passed through hell on the road to glory and now they are coming back to hell. I am proud of them. you should be too...

Old friend

2011-05-31T23:44:00.000-07:00

   I think i can say that today i am happy. Don't jump to conclusions; i didn't fond a better job, I didn't found a way to overcome all the problems and issues in my life and of course i didn't found the secret to immortality( you would like that published on the open source community so everybody could benefit from it no?). I found a Friend. A friend i thought that was lost into the unknown. But He's back.
    Now you will say : what a big fuss of nothing like this... We constantly finding and loosing friends and we are not making such a fuss of it. Nope this one is different... Think of him just like you would think at your adolescence best friend, because that is what he was for me, the one that impatiently throws himself in front of you to defend you in a fight, the one that gently looks over your shoulder when you are almost close to make a huge mistake, the one that cheers and feels happy with you when your combined efforts finally pays off, the one that with a shallow whisper will guide your attention to a girl he likes but he does not have the courage to speak with, the one that can sleep and dream at the next day spent with you, that kind of friend.
    I thought i lost him some 20 years ago when he and his family fled this country to a better future, leaving me here, without hope, and without even saying goodbye. I constantly tried to make contact with him but first the communism years, after that the day to day struggle to live, prevented me from finding him. Now thanks to a social network so popular these days, i found him (actually he found me). We spoke on the phone for about two hours and honestly it felt like the time was back in the 80's when we were in my back yard conceiving radios and power amplifiers from scavenged parts from old TV sets. It was like the 20 years of silence were gone in a flash, and everything was like it was before. Just two friends sharing a good time. Now everybody has such a friend. So what the fuss about this one to become a post in a blog? well i have to thank this guy for teaching me two things: Value of friendship and electronics.
    I never lost the hope that i will at least hear something about him, the idea of loosing him forever wasn't something i wanted. He was and he still is in my heart my best friend. The words are scarce to describe the countless days we spent together, dreaming of some SF devices we will build, making plans for the jobs we would like to have, the girls we would like to have...These were the basis for our friendship. And despite the fact that we are hundreds of kilometers apart, he is still my friend and he will always be. I have to thank him now, for the passion he had for electronics. He showed me what it is and made me a part of his joy of building working wonders from electronic components. I know that you will laugh so loud about what am i about to say... Back then when i was a nerd, when we just met, i asked him to build me a light show from LED's. From my point of view what he was doing was pure magic wizardry, but for him it was just plain diode, transistor, resistor, filter,etc, connected in a meaningful way to make a music activated light show. I was so amazed about what he did, and i was so nerd that i actually bought a few resistors and diodes just because i liked their colors not because i needed them in any way. I do not know if he remembers that day but that was the day i submitted myself in learning the electronic wizardry. He showed me the basics and i was like in a constant dream, learning how to connect, solder, calculate to make my first circuits. After almost 20 years i remember those days like they were yesterday. I, now that i found him have to thank again him, because despite the fact that he left the country he was never lost for me. The passion he fed into me was the link that kept me from forgetting him, and the only thing that pushed me up in my career. So, my friend, Thank you for giving me a job, a reason to be happy, a dream to dream to and a way of life. The only thing i can give back to you is this: You are and will be, whatever reasons will take us apart, My Best Friend. You never left because i was keeping you in my soul every day. So instead of saying to you welcome back i will say, "Salut ma".

we don't care if you live or die but don't forget to pay your social insurance fees!!!

2011-05-31T04:38:00.000-07:00

  I didn't comment for a long time on social turmoils that throws
the average Romanian into despair. I ignored the rampant raise of
the gas price, the inexplicable raise of the food and especially
vegetables price, ( or the total absence of Romanian grown
vegetables from our market, or the sand like taste of every to-
mato, cucumber, etc bought from the supermarket), the also
inexplicable raise of the rent payed to the banks when all of the
banks reported multi billion ROI's, i didn't say a word. But this
one is over my capacity to understand. So, according to the following
link you will not be eligible to have a hospital bed if you are not
"seriously sick". By seriously sick, according to the rules stated
in the institution regulations, you must be very close to heaven
in order to get hospitalized assistance. And like any other Romanian
rule, this one was kept under the carpet until 31 of the month, to
be thrown publicly, and the application date...guess what.. is on
first of next month. Nice no? This , like many other rules, will
start again the Russian roulette with the lives of the average Romanian
contributor, and of course it will generate a new way of pretending
money from the unfortunate ones who need hospitalized care but does
not fit the proposed rules. Of course you will hear, on the deserted
of qualified doctors but filled with ill people, hallways of the hospitals
dialogs like:
- Please Doctor X please help him. He's sick.
And the doctor with a superior and greedy look in his eyes will say:
- Miss Y, i cannot help you. unfortunately he does not qualify within
the new regulations, and making a significant pause, unless...
The desperate woman will pick up the line and say:
- I will be grateful sir... please i will try...
And with a twist of his head will leave the unfortunate woman and say:
-I'll see what i can do... but i do not promise anything....
So our miss Y, will go home and start begging for money. This will
be the hardest thing to do for her. But she will do it because despite
the fact that she and her ill husband are struggling to live from
two low paychecks, the monthly payments have to be made, to the bank,
the grocery, the phone company, electricity, gas, etc. She will get
another job or beg or do anything to get the necessary amount to
please the greedy doctor who, benefiting from a wrong law, holds
the bread and the knife.
Do not think that the imaginary discussion above it's just imaginary.
NO. This is actually happening already in our hospitals. But for
other reasons. Now the Med's have another reason to exploit.
Forget Hippocrates welcome Judas.
And this is not enough. The law is made so the government can cut
more of the funds from the Health and Medicine and redirect these
funds to other sectors where they can benefit. There are hundreds
of examples where the officials, empowered by the current or former
administrations granted bids for millions of Euros to virtually
unknown companies. I will not go into details explaining whom did
what and when. If you know how to read, you will find them. Lurking
in the newspapers, on TV, on Radio.The general idea is that with
nothing to sell, big time of course, only a few state owned companies
have remained unsold, they had to redirect their attention to other
fund sources. So they began cutting from Health, Law Enforcement,
Rural development,etc. And if i said Rural development don't be
misled, We need roads, water, electricity, sanitation, medical care,
schools in the rural area not churches, sport complexes, statues and
administrative buildings. But as a Romanian singer said " We cannot
spoil money from building schools and kindergartens", and they
build what they want to.
It's funny ( sad type) to look at our governors and officials,
stepping on each other toes, spying and spreading fake rumors about
each others illegal activities, all of these done with a single scope: to
be the one and only beneficiary of the big fat revenue when the
company will be sold. this is Dimbovita politics. ( Dimbovita a
river that crosses Bucharest. In the old times this river was
smelling very bad due to the sewer pipes flowing into it. Now
despite the fact that it is covered, it stinks from the politics
conducted here).
So , to quote again the same Romanian singer " Give us rain, give us sun,
we-re so fucki'n resistant", we will endure this idiotic new set of rules.
And we will prevail. We will do the same as we did until now, we
will steal, we will cheat, we will beg, we will exploit just to
live a crazy life here. And when we did everything and we will consider
that it is enough, we will pack a bag-pack of clothes and we will
fly tho other countries in hope of a better life. Leaving behind
everything we fought for, everything we dreamed at and unfortunately
some of our beloved ones.
Let's hope that we will never say " the last one shuts down the light".

Sun restricts Romania from downloading

2008-11-16T13:19:00.000-08:00

Duamnelor shi domnilor acest mesaj continua in limba lui Shakespeare... nu de alta dar poate il citesc si cei de peste ocean si de data asta vreau sa ma fac inteles "international".

Being a programmer i usually nedd some tools for may day to day demands. I apreciate the software developement tools form SUN because they are in one word...professional, and i am confortable with their usage and features. But around one week ago, when i tried to download a tool from SUN servers i was struck by this message "Your download transaction cannot be approved. Contact Customer Service." I tried several browsers, locations, cleared cache, changed passwords to my account, in other words, i tried everything possible before contacting "Customer Service". Nothing worked.

I finally gave up and sent an e-mail to CS. The reply came back one day later stating that the servers from SUN Download are experiencing some problems and try again later that day. Okay i said to myself...i will try later. Next day i tried to download again. No success. It goes like this for one week and still does not work at the time i am writing this post. I sent several e-mail messages to CS with the hope that the problem will be solved but...nothing happened.

I then put myself a small question. Why when i sent them the first mail they could not tell me the truth? I would accepted every answer even the one stating that my account is cancelled but instead they sent me a lie. You know why?

Because they can. They can do things like this and escape unnoticed. And please do not tell me thet they are doing the best they can to solve the problem. That would be a lie too. SUN is not like a beauty shop with three employees. SUN is a huge company and with thousands of employees, and they cannot afford to leave a set of servers to go down or go astray unnoticed. But they did and they lie about it.And they will escape from this like that bloody american who killed Mr Teo Peter in a car accident and run away home to his "mommy" USA to cover him.

From SUN i will expect a very sober press release stating that a temporary (two weeks soon) failure in their download servers caused download restrictions for few ( Romania and other countries alike included) customers. More or less these will be their words. Now i work for a dozen of important customers in Romania and some of them are using SUN products others are planning to use them. Now how can i go to them and say that SUN products are better when SUN servers in the back yard of SUN are not working corectly? that would be a lie no? How can i continue building apps for Solaris when i cannot download a JDK or some other tool? How can i promote SUN products when SUN itself is denying access to them? Even Mr Gates and his army from Redmond would find a solution to the problem in two days...

A few years ago i was convinced by someone from SUN to migrate all my apps from linux and Win to Solaris. The arguments were support ,availability, etc. After just two years i find out in the most bitter way that Linux is better and i was wrong. It is not "supported" but still i can download updates... At the time i am writing this post, one of my products is compiling via GCC on linux. It will take some time to migrate all back to linux but i will do it. SUN made me do it. Thank You SUN.

All the names used in this article SUN,Solaris,Linux,etc are copyrighted by their respective owners.

eu tiganul...

2007-11-09T01:55:00.000-08:00

Iacata ca ma uit precum curca in vreascuri la "conflictul" ce se desfasoara in cizma. Conflict in care conationali de ai nostri sunt oprimati de o tara membra UE. Si uite asta ma da cu creierii de pereti. Adica bocancul italian poate fi infipt in dosul Romanilor deoarece un dobitoc a violat/ucis/jefuit/pradat/etc o baba a unui mare mahar (cizmar autentic de mare greutate) in timp ce UE se face ca nu vede nika. Termenul expulzare este scris cu litere de o schioapa pe toate ziarele Italienesti si ce este cel mai grav este ca insusi premierul cizmei il foloseste cu dezinvoltura iar UE tace.Nu de alta dar cand am propus acum niste ani, asa voalat, sa ii "ascundem" pe tigani in Baragan tocmai Italienii cu backup UE cu tot au sarit de poponetele lor in sus ca facem discriminare pe criterii etnice . Pai ce mama dracului se intampla? Daca Base ar fi scos pe gura ceva legat de conationalii nostri mult asupriti (maghiarii adica) apai s-ar fi auzit racnetele UE si amenintarile de la Bruxelles in 3 ore( sau mai putin...). Dar nu. Nu se intampla asa cind sunt lezati ei insisi in amorul lor propriu. Desi UE pretinde ca toti suntem egali in marea comunitate... unii sunt mai egali decit altii. Dap. M-am lamurit cum e si cu UE. Promisiuni as usual, inflorite de ai nostri demnitari in asa fel in cat ei sa-si traga osanza iar tara sa devina o mica societate de consum pentru excesul de productie european. Rahat cu perje (scuzati-mi limbajul), varsat pe gatul Romanilor (incluzand aici si pe tigani si celelalte minoritati conationale) care, inca tac si inghit acel rahat. Sau o fi linistea UE similara cu somnul guvernantilor Romani ajunsi in parlament si senat? Or fi preluat modelul de la noi si il implementeaza cu succes in UE? mai sa fie...
Cit despre ai nostri ca brazii ce sa mai zic. Lalaiala si balbaiala unor politicieni fabricati peste noapte care nu au sau nu vor sa aiba respect pentru natia din care fac parte. Fara nici o exceptie. Toti pusi pe capatuiala dar incercand sa uite ca sunt Romani. Imi aduc aminte de zecile de cazuri de Romani plecati/fugiti/uschiti/sariti/etc din tara pe meleaguri straine, care, dupa citeva luni, nu mai stiau (a se citi nu mai voiau sa cunoasca) limba Romana. Aia despre care in tineretile lor cantau sus si tare ca e o comoara. Asa sunt si innalti reprezentanti ai poporului ce au sansa nesperata de a ajunge in tari straine pe post de ambasadori ai Romaniei. Se dau drept vasnici aparatori si ocrotitori ai neamului pana ajung in post. Dupa aia... adio patrie muma ca eu sunt roman dintr-o eroare regretabila a naturii si aceasta trebuie corectata.
Despre tigani... pai hai sa ne uitam la noi in curte. Marii manelisti (deh incep cu ei ce sa ma fac...) sunt cu mici exceptii tigani. Dar marile cohorte de fani sunt in proportie de 80% Romani get beget. Nu mai poti sa deschizi geamul de la casa sau de la masina ca te izbeste urletul "ooooooof viata meaaaaaaaa" din apartamentul sau masina vreunui roman de-al nostru neaos. Felicitari manelistilor. Au gasit o piata de desfacere imensa, si au exploatat-o la maxim. Ia sa vedem noi romanasi de ai nostrii facand la fel... Grupurile noastre pop se intrec in dispute si scandaluri pe drepturi de proprietate sau de sex sau de cine stie ce alte rahaturi pe cand manelistii tac si fac. Fac bani mai Romanilor!!! Fac bani. Of course ca exista si romani care incearca sa repete succesul lor dar cam greu. Nu au acel feeling muzical sau nu stiu, asa ca razbesc greu.
Hai sa ne uitam in curtile noastre. Mai toti avem cate o masina de productie autohtona si daca suntem mai norocosi o masina de firma mai pricopsita. Ne plangem ca nu avem lovele si viata e grea si scumpa. Ia sa ne uitam in curtile lor... si sa vedem ca sunt pline de masini de fite masini cumparate integral nu in leasing... De ce oare? pai pentru ca ei se descurca. Intr-o societate asmutita impotriva lor au facut eforturi sa se descurce si sa se afirme. Si sa dea dracii de nu sunt toate facute legal. Ca nu vad 90% din procentajul tiganilor cu staif si cu masini de lux ascunzandu-se de politie de frica potlogariilor facute pentru a parveni.
In fine nu vreau sa ma leg de romanul ala care in italia a ucis o nevasta de mahar si a pus mai mult jar pe focul si asa mocnit al problemei tiganilor din Italia. O fi avut el motivele lui sa faca ce a facut mai mult ca sigur. Probabil ca o sa infunde puscaria si mii de alti Romani o sa traga ponoasele pentru ce a declansat el. Dar mai Romani ,inchipuiti/reali/negativisti/optimisti/arieni/sovini, amintiti-va ca are nevoie de aparare si ajutor din partea noastra la fel ca orice alt conational pentru ca in primul rand e ROMAN. Si ajutandu-l pe el ne scoatem pe noi din rahat-ul in care ne-a bagat si ridicam macar ce a mai ramas din numele de Roman. Aduceti-va aminte de scandalul acela in care un eminent cantaret Roman a fost ucis de un American. Ati vazut cum s-au miscat fratii lui? In 24 de ore ala nu mai era in Romania iar procesul l-au manarit pina cind criminalul a iesit curat ca poponetul de bebelus si tot mortul a fost de vina. Si era un parlit de militar nu cine stie ce. Uite asa ar fi trebuit sa facem si noi cu "tiganul" nostru.

PS:
Din nefericire pentru el, noi conationalii lui, il vom considera mai intai tigan si dupa aceea Roman. Ca asa suntem noi Romanii...

steaua norocoasa

2007-10-31T04:07:00.000-07:00

Alta dimineata... Ritualul cafelei ma invioreaza dar din nefericire nu ma pregateste pentru asaltul strazii. Faetonul personal scrisneste si geme la trecerea prin zona bombardata a orasului. Indiferenta celor care "muncesc" pentru ridicarea cetatii la rang de capitala frizeaza nesimtirea. Seamana mult cu "timpul trece, leafa merge...noi cu drag chiulim", de data asta pe spezele miilor de posesori de masini. Intr-un fel e bine. Prospera si ei sarmanii vanzatori de automobile caci in conditiile unei cetati sub asediu, speranta de viata a unui autoturism, fie el si din ala "nemtesc", e al naibi de redusa. Traiasca asediul...
Strecurindu-ma la milimetru intre un camion de vreo sapte tone (care oricum nu are ce cauta pe drumul respectiv din cauza de limitare de tonaj, dar de, la noi se poarta ca blazon nesimtirea) si o hardabaie 4x4 sau 6x6 a unui parvenit cu fite, dau drumul la umilul radio incercand sa-mi calmez nervii cu ceva muzici... Blestem. Nu sunt muzici. E un fund-raising organizat ad-hoc de niste vedete audio/video, cu orgolii cu cine da mai mult, cu multumiri, cu politicieni tineri pupati in dos. Ma rog Pruncul in cauza e in cofa total iar reprezentantii natiunii alesii in politica si rating se inghesuie sa dea, sa faca sa participe la ridicarea rating-ului personal si accelerat al posturilor si al zilei. Ma gandesc deja ca stiu ce voi vedea la stirile de la ora opt scris cu litere rosii pe ecran, cit mai appealing si induiosator. "Copilul lui X e in cofa. Sa-l ajutam!!!" Masina de presa e bine unsa si umfla gogoasa cu presupuneri, cancanuri, certuri tatesti la colt de canal TV sau radio... Mocrila Vizuala , masina de mancat rahat la ore de maxima sau minima audienta e cu motoarele turate la maxim. Ok. Ajutam pruncul. In decurs de o zi si jumatate suma exorbitanta ceruta se strange. E cumplit de simplu. Ala da zece mii, celelalt patru zeci... Ba mai rau se isca si oaresce comflicte de personagii sticloase intre dive si zine ale sticlei si ploconului cersit. Nu le contest calitatile Doamne fereste... da prea e cusuta cu ata de rahat e solicitudinea lor.
Sigur , cititorule deja te-ai scandalizat deja. Cine sunt eu sa judec actiunea benefica in favoarea acelei minunate fiinte ce se afla la granita intre viata si moarte luptand sa traiasca? Un venetic nevolnic care nici macar nu a contribuit cu vre-un sfant la aceste demersuri... Un sclifosit cioflingar, cautator de noduri in papura...
Ei bine nu e chiar asa. Pruncul ala e nascut sub o stea norocoasa. De ce? pentru ca prin influenta pe care au exercitat-o cei din jurul lui el inca se mai poate agata de o speranta de viata...
Dar ceilalti?
Care ceilalti ai sa te intrebi cititorule? Ceilalti mici, bonavi de aceeasi boala sau de multe altele, nenascuti sub aceeasi stea norocoasa, care mor in fiecare zi in tacere. Nestiuti de nimeni, neplansi decit de cei care le duc trupurile mici pe ultimul drum. As vrea sa vad toate fortele acelea reunite in acel mare efort pentru un prunc norocos, reunit pentru cei care visand la praful de stele zac in lumina soarelui gol sau in cine stie ce genune, cerand indurare si alinare pentru suflet si trup. As vrea sa vad un astfel de exercitiu de imagine din partea divelor si a politicienilor tineri ce se bat cu labutele pe piept ca sunt milosi. As vrea sa vad ca se duc si alina macar cu vorbe dulci so o ciocolata sau un ...suc... ultimele zile din viata unui prunc lovit timpuriu de SIDA. As vrea sa le vad luind in brate la ore de maxima cautare un copil al strazii sa-l mangaie... As vrea sa vad politica de cartier constructoare de borduri si vile implicata in demararea unui proiect social clar pentru intrajutorarea celor ce deja reprezinta o noua generatie in canalele cetatii... Din nefericire nu am sa vad un asemenea gest. Mila pare sa fie un sentiment conditionat de rating si voturi. Nu ar da bine pe sticla sau in palmares o astfel de actiune murdara. Pentru ca in aceasta societate pragmatica construita pe temelii solide de furt si parvenire, nu am sa o vad pe diva minunilor regizate ad-hoc sambata seara, ancorand in realitatea unui camin de copii abandonati. Nu face la imagine. Nu am sa vad niciodata un politruc cu burta rvarsata acceptand un interviu in timp ce tine pe genunchi un condamnat la moarte de sistemul nostru sanitar ce l-a imbolnavit. In fata celor condamnati sarlatania buzelor tuguiate in incercarea de a da un chip preocupat si milos nu tine. In fata lor sentimentele indesate pe sticla privitorului submediocru nu isi gasesc ecou. Pentru ca ei sunt caliti sa reziste pana cand cineva, cu puteri nebanuite si o dragoste nemarginita le va da gura de viata de care au nevoie. Si in conceptia lor sunt dispusi sa reziste si sa se agate de viata cu toate puterile lor micute pentru ca stiu ca nu au fost nascuti sub o stea norocoasa. Si sunt dispusi sa si moara pentru acesti ideal... si din nefericire pentru noi o si fac. Mor langa noi, nestiuti, cuminti, impacati parca cu ceea ce le-a fost rezervat, bolnavi pina la maduva de cancer, SIDA, leucemie, si alte boli fatale. Pentru ei nu exista pulbere de vise. Pentru ei staua norocoasa nu sa inventat.

De ce

2007-09-06T01:26:00.000-07:00

Dimineata... foarte devreme... ma incearca sentimentul ca ziua de azi seamana mult cu cea de ieri. Da. E la fel ca ziua de ieri. Soarele se chinuie sa-si faca aparitia indepartand fumul diafan al cetii ce imbraca diminetile in acest colt de lume. Faetonul credincios asteapta sa porneasca la drum si sa infrunte ca in fiecare zi asediul zdrobitor al primariilor asupra strazilor neincapatoare din cetatea lui Bucur. Tigarea se arde incet langa cafea in timp ce planurile se fac si se desfac.

Ma indrept spre centru. Cetatea ma intampina cu zuruit de motoare, sudalme murmurate sau strigate din spatele parbrizelor, tacanituri de ciocan pneumatic, inghesuiala pe strazi, gropi ce pot tine loc de piscine regale... La un semafor, un cersetor isi strange zdrentele in jurul trupului pntru a se apara de frigul muscator al acestei dimineti si cerseste un ban la portiera unei masini luxoase. Soferul, o doamna bine , muta masina in scarba mai inainte ocupata sa se plictiseasca si scotandu-si din minte existenta cersetorului. Pentru ea acel om nu exista. Nu are valoarea ei deci nu conteaza. Bate nervos din unghiile bine facute caci probabil intarzie fie la coafor, fie la solar, fie in alt loc unde se simte in siguranta. De siguranta celui ramas cu mana intinsa insa cine se ocupa? Din putinul pe care il am ii intind omului un bilet de un leu. Stiu bine ca nu va ramane in posesia lui mult timp, cersetoria fiind o industrie bine inregimentata si organizata.

Mai parcurg ceva drum si intr-o alta intersectie din gura unui canal ies cativa tineri. Privirile le sunt crunte, fetele tumefiate si zgariate. Se bucura putin ca au apucat o noua zi si probabil vor avea mult de furca sa treaca prin ea . Nu se gandesc la ziua de maine. Pentru ei totul poate lua sfarsit intr-o clipa, ei devenind o cifra intr-o statistica si atat.

Mai incolo intr-o statie de autobuz o mamica isi bruftuie pruncul care urla din toti rarunchii, somnoros si intrigat de ce el nu poate sa stea la gradinita. Mama insa nu are destui bani sa o dea la gradinita asa ca, in fiecare dimineata, acelasi ritual sfasietor se intampla sub ochii nostrii. Dar noua nu ne pasa.
Dintr-o scara de bloc apare o batranica. Se sprijina nesigur intr-un cadru metalic facand pasi mici. Pana si melcul o poate intrece fara probleme. Curajoasa, cu barbia ridicata, atenta in jur, are de facut un drum de 20 de metrii pana la magazinul de paine. Probabil ii va lua ore pana va ajunge din nou acasa in siguranta. Trec prin jurul ei oameni preocupati, impasibili, visatori, golani... Ea e invizibila pentru ca nu le pasa. Fata ei plina acum de riduri spune ca in tinerete a fost o femeie frumoasa. Acum e nimeni. Singura si parasita de toti cei care au insemnat ceva in viata ei, considera magazinul de paine un challenge la fel ca cei care se aventureaza in necunoscut. Pentru ea insa o noua zi este un calvar care nu se mai termina.

Fiecare dintre cei pe care ii intalnsc zilnic, ziua, e reprezentata si vazuta altfel. In mine in fiecare zi in care ii vad moare ceva. Moare o bucata de suflet din cauza neputintei de a-i ajuta. Dar astazi am hotarat sa-mi ridic vocea si sa incerc macar sa scriu despre ei. Macar asa sa ii ajut. Nelasandu-i in nestiinta si ignoranta, intr-o lume in care "merge si asa " e la putere. Voi scrie despre ei. Voi incerca de astazi sa ii ajut cum pot si cat pot. Si voi face in asa fel in cat strigatul lor de ajutor sa fie auzit.

De ce palmasul...

2007-09-06T00:48:00.000-07:00

Ma arde palma stanga...sau dreapta. Ma arde crunt si vreau sa scriu. M-am saturat sa stau in coltul meu cuminte si sa ascult acelasi refren "merge si asa"... Nu mai merge. Nu mai pot sa stau si sa nu vorbesc despre amaratul care intr-o zi ploioasa isi aduna zdrentele cersind umil un codru de paine la portiera unei masini luxoase la volanul careia o doamna bine era ocupata sa se plictisesca. Nu mai pot sa tac atunci cand vad rasarind, in creierii diminetilor geroase de iarna, din canalele Bucurestilor copii care deja au copii, aplecati, crunti, infometati, cu privirile pierdute in ganduri simple legate de mancare, caldura, loc de dormit diseara. Vor fi si fotografii. Pentru ca asa cum se folosesc terapii de soc in care sunt prezentate imagini dure pentru a dezvata omul de un obicei urat asa voi folosii eu aceste imagini ca terapie de soc impotriva lui "merge si asa". Vor fi si povesti frumoase. Povesti despre oameni care in timp ce aburica cu mertan' la poarta si bodyguarzi la usa isi numara avutul, muncesc pentru ca alti oameni fara statutul lui aburica mai sus amintit sa poata primii o masa calda macar pe zi. Vor fi povesti despre aceia dintre cei mai sarmani care s-au ridicat si au vorbit lumii intregi despre cum au razbatut ei, intr-o lume care i-a uitat si nu ii mai vrea, cu un pic de ajutor.