de Februarie

vine Faurar/ Faur. ca de acolo cica vine. adica de la vremea cand se ascuteau uneltele pentru inceputul sezonului agrar. adica o luna intreaga asta faceau uneltele. se ascuteau. pazea. Faurar cel cu mai putine zile, fratele al mic al lunilor anului, vine cu tot felul de sarbatori, multe din ele foarte roz-rosii pe afara.

ar fi timpu de stropit vii, gradini, livezi. ar fi vreme de gandit la pashunism. ar fi vreme de pregatit fornicationu de primavara.

ar fi vreme de amintit de un sfant pe care-l cheama Vlasie, pe 11 feb e ziua lui, parca. cica femeile gravide care-si amintesc de el si-i zic o rugaciune, nasc copii chipeshi si sanatosi.

de sarbatorit:

– 1 februarie: ziua lu lisa marie presley, a lu brandon lee, a lu printesa stephanie de monaco.

– ziua ursului – 2 februarie. cand iese mos martin sau ursu knut sau in fine, dau navala ursii in general sa-si vada urma pe zapada. stiu si io un urs caruia jinduiesc sa-i mai vad urma, da ma rog, asta-i alunecare in intimitate, nu se face.
tot pe 2 februarie – ne amintim de james joyce. party la shakira (31 de ani)

– 4 februarie – ziua lu alice cooper (60 de ani) . si a lu natalie imbruglia (33 de ani)

– 5 februarie. ziua lu charlotte rampling (62 de ani)

-6 februarie: ziua lu axl rose (46 de ani) . amintiri cu zsa zsa gabor. si cu ronald reagan

– 8 februarie: party la nick nolte (67 de ani). amintiri cu james dean si jack lemmon. citim jules verne.

– 9 februarie: party la joe pesci (65 de ani), mia farrow (63) si mena suvari (29 de ani)

– 10 februarie: citim bertold brecht. ascultam wagner.

-11 februarie: party la jennifer aniston (39 de ani) , sheryl crow (46 de ani). ne amintim de thomas edison. mare om, mare caracter.

– 12 februarie: vedem ceva de zeffirelli. party la christina ricci (28 de ani).

– 13 februarie: ascultam robbie williams (34 de ani) de ziua lui;

– 17 februarie: party la paris hilton (27 de ani), denise richards (37 de ani) , michael jordan (45 de ani), rene russo (irelevant);

– 18 februarie: party la matt dillon (44 de ani), cybill sheppard (58 de ani), rihanna (20 de ani), yoko ono (75 de ani) si john travolta (54 de ani)

– 19 februarie: party la seal (45 de ani) si benicio del toro (41 de ani)

– 20 februarie: ascultam nirvana de ziua lui kurt cobain; party la cindy crawford (42 de ani)

-21 februarie: citim anais nin. party la: jennifer love hewitt (29 de ani) si la alan rickman (62 de ani), i love you big.

– 22 februarie: facem cu mana lu drew barrymore (33 de ani), lu Kyle MacLachlan (49 de ani) si uitam naibii si de George Washington ca si-asa nici americanii nu stiu cine-a fost. ascultam chopin.

– 24 februarie: posibil party la steve jobs (53 de ani) acasa. if not, ascultam Caruso. maybe un film cu billy zane.

– 26 februarie: in memoriam johnny cash. si party la Erykah Badu (37 de ani) si Michael Bolton (55 de ani). de citit: Victor Hugo. de purtat: levi strauss;

– 27 februarie. Liz Taylor (76 de ani) va primi cadouri. sigur o viziteaza Michael.

ALTE LUCRURI:

Dragobetele – 24 febr – am mai scris despre el, dati un search pe acilishica.

IMPORTANT IN februarie
venirea pe lume a lui Matei. In curand. pupici si flori si mutzunake anticipati pt Raluca si Stefan.

va urma ceva coerent

de KARMA mea, de ASTRO

„Puteti reduce destul de mult erorile spirituale atata vreme cat cunoasteti sub ce auspicii astrale ati venit pe lume si catre ce va predispun stelele pe intreg parcursul vietii”, zice pe site-ul personal astroloaga la care fusei eu in toamna.

Tocmai de aia mai citesc din cand in cand horoscopul (desi uit frecvent ce zice in el), imi fac conturi pe tot felul de site-uri, ma intereseaza retrogradarea lui mercur si conjuctia lu marte si ma reped sa comentez pe aceasta tema, daca se iveste, pe blogurile prietenilor – dupa cum facui si cand citii ce scrise Andra, pe luna.

Cert e ca accidentu minor de alunecare in baie cu lovitura sciatica de dimineata nu s-a intamplat din cauza de mercur, ci de inconstienta si neatentie, de care insa a zis la horoscop ca atentie accidente casnice…

Io care sunt o persoana plina de karma prin definitie pt ca sunt o printesa si un spirit minunat si special, din ciclul „toti care ma stie au noroc in viata toti care ma atinge are noroc la bani”, nu pot decat sa spun: Astrology Rulzzz.
Si prin asta ma refer la persoanele umane care studiaza cu indarjire aceasta stiinta superba si prea-matematica cu tentacule esoterice si alte alea si care reusesc sa te faca sa intelegi ca ele nu iti dau decat niste guidelines, nu iti traseaza un destin, ci te atentioneaza asupra alegerilor pe care le faci…lucrurilor pe care le-ai putea schimba sa iti fie mai bine etc
Asa cum sunt nutritionistii sfatuitori de stil de viata sanatos fizic, asa si cu astrologii de calitate care te consiliaza in stilu de viata sanatos spiritual, de educare a vointei si de deschidere catre informatiile care vin din aspectele planetare…, de incurajare sau de alertare…

Una peste alta, Cititul horoscopului pe diferite site-uri va ramane mereu una din distractiile favorite si una din temele de discutii cele mai suculente.

Ca si la boli, lumea isi da cu parerea si la zodii, mai din citite, mai din auzite, mai din experientele personale.
Ea il intreaba pe El ce zodie e sa-si faca procesu de compatibilitate senzoriala, sexuala si de cursa lunga.
La sueta, zodia e parte din barfoteca: „E fecioara fata, sefa mea, o zodie de cacat, toate fecioarele pe care cunosc sunt asa mai anapoda si nu stiu cum dracu au noroc” sau „Fata, e Scoprion, nu-l rata, stii ca astia sunt superbuni la pat, iti face toate alea la sex, iti aduce cadouri, nu fi nebuna, da-i o sansa” ar fi doar cateva mici exemple replicoide…

La Tv, daca n-ai somn noaptea si ai o problema, o depresie, iti stau la dispozitie cativa horoscopisti de ocazie cu care poti intra in direct sa-ti spuna in 2-3 minute ce ascendent ai, daca te mariti, daca te desparti, daca te duci la doctori, daca ti se rezolva rapid cu banii sau cu „problema aceea pe care o aveti”…

Si lista poate continua…

Voi reveni cu detalii zodiacale, barfotecaraie si cu jurnalul lui Saturn, in curand. Stati pe aproape.

saturn

Intre timp,

cum ziceam intr-un articol mai vechi:

We need a clue

Most people are intrigued by this rather unnatural type of discourse for a contemporary society…
Horoscopes have become in some way a pseudoreligion. This is a generally pejorative term applied to a non-mainstream belief system or philosophy which is functionally similar to a religious practice, typically having a founder, a basic text, a liturgy and faith-based beliefs. Belief systems such as Theosophy, corporate Kabbalism, Discordianism, Scientology, Objectivism, the Church of the SubGenius and the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster have all been referred to as pseudoreligions.

Nostradamus has become for some people a high point of reference or a super-God.
It’s much easier to ask for guidance and trust the immediate predictions than to follow the thin general church lines. In our contemporary society, it seems like God is not enough anymore.
Horoscope internet guru’s like Pasqualina, Sara Freder or others lead the mainstream. They offer hopes for free. If people want some more clues about their path to happiness they accept to pay for books, complete personalized birth charts, forecasts and recipes. The common belief is that an astrologist has not only the talent to see what planets say about people, but he has also the gift of interpretation and maybe clairvoyance.

Horoscopes offer a better discourse than the Bible, in a world where people are more concerned about the present than about their afterlives. They need short-term sceneries and scripts.

„Getting a clue” – about why we do what we do – is the key to making our daily choices and actions feel less „fated” and bringing our lives new meaning. In our day-to-day lives we end up making choices and acting in ways that leave us stuck in mud-filled ruts, traveling down dead-end roads, and continually repeating destructive patterns of behavior that aren’t „working for us.” As much as we’d like to believe that we’re always in full conscious control of our thoughts and actions… we’re not.
In our day-to-day lives, we often „unconsciously” (and compulsively) get „caught up” in acting out various archetypal, typical, universal, inherited, patterns of behavior. (about.com)

„Astrology represents the summation of all the psychological knowledge of antiquity.”, C. G. Jung once said.

Venus brings experiences of love, beauty and pleasure to our horoscopes, Mars still makes us decisive.
We claim that the movements of particular planets are associated with events of various kinds.
We assume that the association of planets with particular qualities is based on centuries of empirical observation, of the ancients looking out and observing that for example Mars generally rose or culminated at the time of conflicts.
What about Pluto? The latest planet to be discovered was named after Mickey Mouse’s dog, but predictably makes his appearance in our charts in his ancient guise as Lord of the Underworld, bringer of upheavals and guardian of buried treasure.

Astrology defends its regularly observed correlations. Some include the applied astronomy of cosmobiology, weather forecasting and the practice of agriculture according to planetary positions. They also include the study of planetary cycles, with its insight into social and economic change. Some consider astrology as strictly linked to the study of birth charts and their various directions, considering that the planetary positions of a moment in the past describe the supposedly continuing nature of an entity in the present. Twelve 300 sectors of the ecliptic, measured from the vernal equinox named after now-far-distant constellations impart qualities to the planets, houses, parts and nodes which we view against ones background.

In horary astrology the Moon’s north node is a point of ill-fortune, but in humanistic astrology it is the direction of personal growth. A planet may be in Cancer in sidereal astrology but in Leo in tropical astrology. Some astrologers often decry Sun-sign forecasts as nonsense, but Sun-sign techniques (turning the chart, transits to „turned” house rulers, lunations in „turned” houses etc.) are in fact part and parcel of standard astrological method.

Vedic Astrology, for example, is technically termed a „sidereal system” whereas Western Astrology is „tropical.” What this essentially means is that up in the sky there are stars which make up the various constellations of the Zodiac such as Virgo, Aquarius, etc. Vedic Astrology is based upon the actual stellar constellations (sidereal), whereas Western Astrology is based on a fictitious zodiac that slowly moves backwards in space as a function of time („tropic” in Latin means „to turn”).

The rules of traditional, modern (post-Theosophical), sidereal and local space astrology (with its sidereal ancestor Vastu-Shastra) are quite different. Yet how many of us have decided that we would be tropicalists rather than siderealists, traditional rather than modern astrologers (or vice versa) after any process of sober reasoning?

Astrology might as well be an idiosyncratic way of facilitating a superficial access to the control of one’s destiny.

Today, horoscopes have become not only a business, but a major entertainment issue. It’s fashionable. In some cases, the zodiac signs columns are the most appreciated articles. It’s the first thing people come to read in the bus when they open a newspaper or a magazine.

Some of those who really believe their problems could indeed be solved by an astrologist find a well-known specialist whom they pay a fee. And they feel safer if they find out what the stars might suggest.

For most of us, horoscopes are good gossip, conversation topic, networking bits…. It’s all about getting along.

le life boat avec pepi le pew

si cel mai dragut si flirtos sconcs din univers.
miss mel blanc and his 1000 wabbalydillibilly wonderful voices…

pepi nu are mare noroc in dragoste caci nu da decat peste pisici doritoare de libertate si relaxare in solitudine, adica le miuuu, le prrr; dar el incearca pt ca le vede pe toate le belle sconk female fatalle tujurrr; si e teribil de simpatic. atentie, le wette paint… fer-lamour-avec-le -pew pt ca ALL IS LOVE IN FAIR AND WAR, he says

smele-vu fineeee?? uerrr ar iu pigionnnn?

de Maya Angelou, Mary Frye, nevestele disperate


In care se arata ca pt multe zone feminine, feministe sau pt femei in general, nowadays, exista raportari poetice la niste doamne despre care se zice ca au vorbit cel mai frumos pe limba senzatiilor in care se regasesc generatii.

Maya Angelou conduce de departe online (multe site-uri o citeaza si la Umor dar si la Versuri sau Community, forumistele fiind in stare sa-i ridice statuie), Mery Frye, in schimb, are mai multa sonoritate la TV, in special cand moare cineva intr-un serial/ film (exclus alea cu zombi) si trebuie punctat momentu inspirational.


Maya Angelou (Marguerite Johnson), o negresa nascuta in 1928 la St Louis, Missouri, e considerata cea mai tare poetesa contemporana a Americii. I se citeaza versurile, piesele, si actiunile caritabile. I se citeaza mesajele calde, pline de speranta si incredere in viitoru umanitatii. “ The honorary duty of a human being is to love”, e tagu ei principal, cum ar veni.

Unu din cele mai raspandite citate:

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

Cea mai motivationala chestie, un fel de I WILL SURVIVE al poeziei:

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

 

 

Mary Frye and the story of “Nation’s Favourite Poem”

In 1932, o gospodina pe nume Mary Elizabeth Frye, care locuia pe vremea aia la Baltimore (ea fiind nascuta in Ohio, in 1905), a scris poemu urmator, inspirata de o tanara, Margaret Schwarzkopf, evreica din Germania, ce suferea enorm ca nu a putut fi alaturi de mama ei pe patul de moarte.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!

Versurile astea pe care le-a scris pe o punga de hartie au circulat prin familie, pe la prieteni, nu au fost publicate la vremea aia si Frye nici nu se gandea la copyright pe asta. Pt ca nu se gandea ca va publica poezii. Ei bine, ea a mai scris apoi niste treburi niste chestii, da niciuna din lucrarile ei n-a “dainuit” ca poezioara de mai sus, care in 1996, a fost numita Nation’s Favourite Poem”, in urma unui poll Bookworm.

De 70 si ceva de ani incoace, se recita la inmormantari si alte ocazii triste.

A fost pus pe muzica, a ajuns sa dea titlul unui eBook (completat de o versiune 2007 cu videoclip si de alte 249 de poeme de jale si melancolie)

Cel mai recent:

Ep. Welcome to Kanagwa din Neveste Diperate. Scena: inainte sa-i imprastie cenusa lu Ida pe stadion, noaptea.

Concluzie: Asta e motivu pt care mi-a placut Resident Evil ultimo. Ca nu e loc pt nici una din autoarele de mai sus.

Intrebare: oare cine o sa-i recite asta lui Heath Ledger la mormant?

de heath ledger. noapte buna

28 de ani. gasit mort de catre maseuza lui. in apartament, gol, cu fata in jos, langa pat. maseuza a sunat-o pe mary-kate olsen de cateva ori. agentii trimisi de ea au ajuns in acelasi timp cu aia de la salvare.

10 zile pana la rezultatul investigatiei (autopsie si alte cele). zvonuri de supradoza. dupa Joker, spusese ca are probleme cu somnul si ia pastile…

heath ledger nu mai e printre noi. trecatorii lasa flori si lumanari in fata cladirii unde locuia. familia indurerata cere intimitate… dintr-o data ploua si mai rau.
Hiro al meu dormea langa posterul cu fratii grimm, sub poza lui ledger. si lui ii placea.

noapte buna, heath. my desktop background – mourning.

„We, Heath’s family, confirm, the very tragic, untimely and accidental passing of our dearly loved son, brother and doting father of Matilda. He was found peacefully asleep in his New York apartment by his housekeeper at 3:30 p.m. U.S. time.

„We would like to thank our friends and everyone around the world for their well wishes and kind thoughts at this time. Heath has touched so many people on so many different levels during his short life but few had the pleasure of truly knowing him.

„He was a down to earth, generous, kind-hearted, life-loving and selfless individual who was extremely inspirational to many. Please now respect our families need to grieve and come to terms with our loss privately.”

de pe mes:

cami: m-am uitat de 10 things I hate … de 10 ori numa pt el