Clock's a-ticking! Florida, here I come! ( what's one more hurricane after all?! 8}}}} )
And I would like u all to meet the city that will host yours truly for the summer : Clearwater.http://www.myclearwater.com/index.asp
There are so many things I want to write about.. but time is another luxury i cannot afford anymore, so i'll keep it short.
Romanian educational system is a bad joke; there are some people that hold nothing holy, global warming and the damn volcanic eruption messes with the weather like never before, the Government cuts wages like plastic surgeons cut the fat off celebs.
and i'm...too beamed up to bitch about any of those things.. not to worry, i am not losing my spark, but i will take a leave of absence until passed June 15, when i shall set foot on the long-craved American soil.
so be safe to love, stay high to dream and lay low to work!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
05/08/2010
May 8, 2010. This date is going down in my History book as the day of "Spring Cleaning". In more ways than one.
Bucharest's Botanical Garden is one cleaner happier green place thanks to hundreds of people in the age span
of 5-50 yr old that gathered in the polluted heart of our marvelous country Capital.
It's amazing what you can accomplish when you take a bunch of "tree-hugging" (quoting the wise :D ) people that care about the environment and get them to not only hug but also trim the trees.
I must confess I wish to be a tree sometimes; there is so much to learn from a seemingly inert living being. it's something in the loneliness and steadiness and the way it always tries to reach the sky.
And now, to skip the tearjerker philosophical hoo-haa, I met some pretty great people yesterday. Hardworking too. If you have a Facebook account, you may admire the general performance put out there by a tremendous team work. if not, you'll have to wait til i get the ther set of pics.
Botanical Garden Spring Cleaning 2010
And my crappy cell-phone snapshots...of cool stuff :D
.
As a long lasting living breathing souvenir we got gladiola (sword lily) bulbs to grow ourselves; I planted mine today, hoping and praying for its survival. Plus a free month of visiting the Garden.
Now I better start racing like a pro for my upcoming exam this week.
Wish me monsters!
Bucharest's Botanical Garden is one cleaner happier green place thanks to hundreds of people in the age span
of 5-50 yr old that gathered in the polluted heart of our marvelous country Capital.
My shadow, my echo and myself is a cleaner happier green-eyed place too, but it didn't take a hundred people; just one. ;)
It's amazing what you can accomplish when you take a bunch of "tree-hugging" (quoting the wise :D ) people that care about the environment and get them to not only hug but also trim the trees.
I must confess I wish to be a tree sometimes; there is so much to learn from a seemingly inert living being. it's something in the loneliness and steadiness and the way it always tries to reach the sky.
And now, to skip the tearjerker philosophical hoo-haa, I met some pretty great people yesterday. Hardworking too. If you have a Facebook account, you may admire the general performance put out there by a tremendous team work. if not, you'll have to wait til i get the ther set of pics.
Botanical Garden Spring Cleaning 2010
And my crappy cell-phone snapshots...of cool stuff :D
.
Now I better start racing like a pro for my upcoming exam this week.
Wish me monsters!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Welcome to Hell, Fish!
This title sounds very much like "Prison Break", doesn't it? Well, today I was this close to making a decision that would have turned my summer into a fish-guts gore : a job as a fish processor in Alaska. I turned it down eventually, for the sake of American fun, non-fish-like-smelling me and Halloween and wolves and cats.
There are things that are too fishy to approach. Literally.Too bad, maybe I came back with really great tips on how to eviscerate defenseless creatures. Imagine the headlines : "Mary Krueger Claws Swimmers", "Hellfish-raiser", " Mary the Fish Slayer", or, my personal favorite, "Fishday the 13th".
But as neurotic as I am, my hands would probably get red before smearing them with the blood of the innocent ( inside bad joke, lame, I concur).
You know the times in life when you say "That will never be me"? and then you go and end up exactly like that.. yeah, it sucks. Blows even. Worse than Jenna Jameson.Cause when you're me, you hit yourself with the hammer repeatedly, knowing the contusions and cuts and bruises won't fail to appear. and it's gonna take more than make-up to cover that up. "We look younger than we are and older than we are; now nobody's funny; no God, they took our fashion week.That''s a real bad thing, cause we got scars to cover" And to quote yet another piece of "anatomical" wisdom .."Why do I hit keep hitting myself with the hammer? Because it will feel so damn good when I stop."
Below, I allowed myself to post my awesomely weird letter that was an English assignment last semester. It just crossed my mind, since the fiction in it brings in Alaska ^@^ Plus I've been told it's hilarious. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
December 20th 2029
415 Via Magnolia 876785
Adrano, Catania
Sicily, Italy, Europe
Dear Aunt Stella and all our beloved Peruginos,
Another year has rolled by (just a little faster) and if, in the midst of your busy lives, you are craving a little boredom, here is the annual Christmas update from the Howlett family.
The short version is that we are still in Sitka, everyone is fine, we had a great summer, nothing tragic occurred since last Christmas, we are not yet rich and will be less so after the 25th . For those of you with stamina, a more detailed account follows:
One notable thing in my personal life is the “Keep Your Untrained Pony Off My Lawn” campaign - that I had to organize on my block - which had a very positive outcome in raising my neighbors’ awareness over the fact that their pet pony Michelle fed on my begonias every morning.
My husband Logan and I continue to work at the same places, but are just now reaching the point in our lives where winters in Florida and semi-retirement are beginning to look really good. Part of that could be due to the major kitchen renovation (never again) we did in the spring along with other work so the house no longer looks like illegal immigrants had moved in. The money for that long awaited fishing boat has all gone to Home Depot.
Juno is now in grade four and her leukemia is still in remission, thank Heaven. She is now totally fluent in German and we are totally useless in helping her with homework. She works hard and does well but we continue to be terrified that we will, one day, have a teenager who knows a language we don't. Logan has not registered any of his firearms as they may be needed when Juno begins dating. She had another great year at karate although Dad blames her aggressive technique on genes she got from her mother. She also played her first round of soccer this year which I am slightly more tolerant of with the exception of the new words she learned on the course! The highlight of Juno's year was getting her new puppy, Banana, in September, and the two have been inseparable. Meanwhile, my husband and I have developed exceptional skills at carpet cleaning.
The most active of all of us was Granny Maxine. To celebrate her 89th birthday, she jumped from an airplane at 10,000 ft, if you can believe it. Then she spent the summer scuba-diving and taking flight lessons, nonetheless. And the doctor says she’s got the health of a twenty-year old. Yes, we have been spying on her but we have yet to discover the Fountain of Youth she’s been drinking from.
We'll be at my brother’s in Ottawa for Christmas this year with all of the family not currently serving jail time. Off to Vancouver on the 27th with my husband’s family and his Mom's birthday. We (me) will likely have worn out our welcome and be home by the 28th. It may not surprise you that my husband has nearly all the points required for sainthood!!
We hope this letter finds you well and we sincerely wish you all a merry Christmas and a healthy, happy New Year. With any luck we may have a chance to speak with you during the holidays (no collect calls please).
Take care,
Marie Howlett
P.S.: Depending on the number of complaints my husband may resume writing this letter next year.
There are things that are too fishy to approach. Literally.Too bad, maybe I came back with really great tips on how to eviscerate defenseless creatures. Imagine the headlines : "Mary Krueger Claws Swimmers", "Hellfish-raiser", " Mary the Fish Slayer", or, my personal favorite, "Fishday the 13th".
But as neurotic as I am, my hands would probably get red before smearing them with the blood of the innocent ( inside bad joke, lame, I concur).
You know the times in life when you say "That will never be me"? and then you go and end up exactly like that.. yeah, it sucks. Blows even. Worse than Jenna Jameson.Cause when you're me, you hit yourself with the hammer repeatedly, knowing the contusions and cuts and bruises won't fail to appear. and it's gonna take more than make-up to cover that up. "We look younger than we are and older than we are; now nobody's funny; no God, they took our fashion week.That''s a real bad thing, cause we got scars to cover" And to quote yet another piece of "anatomical" wisdom .."Why do I hit keep hitting myself with the hammer? Because it will feel so damn good when I stop."
Below, I allowed myself to post my awesomely weird letter that was an English assignment last semester. It just crossed my mind, since the fiction in it brings in Alaska ^@^ Plus I've been told it's hilarious. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
632 Denalis 99150,
Sitka
Alaska
United States of America
December 20th 2029
415 Via Magnolia 876785
Adrano, Catania
Sicily, Italy, Europe
Dear Aunt Stella and all our beloved Peruginos,
Another year has rolled by (just a little faster) and if, in the midst of your busy lives, you are craving a little boredom, here is the annual Christmas update from the Howlett family.
The short version is that we are still in Sitka, everyone is fine, we had a great summer, nothing tragic occurred since last Christmas, we are not yet rich and will be less so after the 25th . For those of you with stamina, a more detailed account follows:
One notable thing in my personal life is the “Keep Your Untrained Pony Off My Lawn” campaign - that I had to organize on my block - which had a very positive outcome in raising my neighbors’ awareness over the fact that their pet pony Michelle fed on my begonias every morning.
My husband Logan and I continue to work at the same places, but are just now reaching the point in our lives where winters in Florida and semi-retirement are beginning to look really good. Part of that could be due to the major kitchen renovation (never again) we did in the spring along with other work so the house no longer looks like illegal immigrants had moved in. The money for that long awaited fishing boat has all gone to Home Depot.
Juno is now in grade four and her leukemia is still in remission, thank Heaven. She is now totally fluent in German and we are totally useless in helping her with homework. She works hard and does well but we continue to be terrified that we will, one day, have a teenager who knows a language we don't. Logan has not registered any of his firearms as they may be needed when Juno begins dating. She had another great year at karate although Dad blames her aggressive technique on genes she got from her mother. She also played her first round of soccer this year which I am slightly more tolerant of with the exception of the new words she learned on the course! The highlight of Juno's year was getting her new puppy, Banana, in September, and the two have been inseparable. Meanwhile, my husband and I have developed exceptional skills at carpet cleaning.
The most active of all of us was Granny Maxine. To celebrate her 89th birthday, she jumped from an airplane at 10,000 ft, if you can believe it. Then she spent the summer scuba-diving and taking flight lessons, nonetheless. And the doctor says she’s got the health of a twenty-year old. Yes, we have been spying on her but we have yet to discover the Fountain of Youth she’s been drinking from.
We'll be at my brother’s in Ottawa for Christmas this year with all of the family not currently serving jail time. Off to Vancouver on the 27th with my husband’s family and his Mom's birthday. We (me) will likely have worn out our welcome and be home by the 28th. It may not surprise you that my husband has nearly all the points required for sainthood!!
We hope this letter finds you well and we sincerely wish you all a merry Christmas and a healthy, happy New Year. With any luck we may have a chance to speak with you during the holidays (no collect calls please).
Take care,
Marie Howlett
P.S.: Depending on the number of complaints my husband may resume writing this letter next year.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Choice
And the hits just keep on coming! that's what I've been telling to myself lately, here in the Land of Choice. So bring'em on! Give me your worst! It's all the more fun for me.
I am exploring the validity of hidden variables and it seems that consciously, the universe it deterministic.
In human language, if you wish for something really hard and focus on it and think about fiercely and envision it happening... it won't. As a matter of fact, it will go pretty lame. I've been experimenting.
Today I went out wandering in the heart of Bucharest. Initially, I was headed for the historical center. Then, I remembered I was planning on finding Bazilescu Park and so I changed course. I ended at the National Stadium "Lia Manoliu" :| I have mistaken the trolley by 11. Well, at least now I know how to get to the place where the summer music fests are held.
As for the Park.. it will have to wait. Crazy week coming, then Saturday I'm gonna "clean the green, cause grass kicks ass"! That be me slogan, mate! If you wanna join the community work team, here is where you can get more details. Gradina Botanica Bucuresti - "Curatenia de Primavara"
In an unrelated note, I am currently facing a very hairy situation. Wolfy hairy situation. Since my Romanian Nightmare is farther and farther away from becoming the American Dream, if I do get there it will be like : I will either hit the jackpot and find what I have searching for at the end of the world or I will end up in Guatanamo Bay Maximum Security Federal Prison. I hear it's nice this time of year.
Some other epiphanies hit me with the anvil today. In life, sometimes, you know what you have to do but you do it wrong. It is like taking the right train in the opposite direction. sometimes you have to reach the end of the line and then go all the way back where you began and take the other path.
Some are at least fortunate enough to be on the right track even if on the wrong train. And sometimes we find ourselves at crossroads. And we have to make a choice. If we are not sure what we want, we hate choices, because we leave out all other possibilities; plus it's easier to have others telling what you do, so that you don't carry the burden of that responsibility. But you never really feel freedom until you have to answer for your actions.
There are also times when it is better not to have a choice. Some of the best things in life lay beyond our power of influence. We can only roll the dice, not tell what it will show.
And even God plays dice. Who is to blame us humans?
I am exploring the validity of hidden variables and it seems that consciously, the universe it deterministic.
In human language, if you wish for something really hard and focus on it and think about fiercely and envision it happening... it won't. As a matter of fact, it will go pretty lame. I've been experimenting.
Today I went out wandering in the heart of Bucharest. Initially, I was headed for the historical center. Then, I remembered I was planning on finding Bazilescu Park and so I changed course. I ended at the National Stadium "Lia Manoliu" :| I have mistaken the trolley by 11. Well, at least now I know how to get to the place where the summer music fests are held.
As for the Park.. it will have to wait. Crazy week coming, then Saturday I'm gonna "clean the green, cause grass kicks ass"! That be me slogan, mate! If you wanna join the community work team, here is where you can get more details. Gradina Botanica Bucuresti - "Curatenia de Primavara"
In an unrelated note, I am currently facing a very hairy situation. Wolfy hairy situation. Since my Romanian Nightmare is farther and farther away from becoming the American Dream, if I do get there it will be like : I will either hit the jackpot and find what I have searching for at the end of the world or I will end up in Guatanamo Bay Maximum Security Federal Prison. I hear it's nice this time of year.
Some other epiphanies hit me with the anvil today. In life, sometimes, you know what you have to do but you do it wrong. It is like taking the right train in the opposite direction. sometimes you have to reach the end of the line and then go all the way back where you began and take the other path.
Some are at least fortunate enough to be on the right track even if on the wrong train. And sometimes we find ourselves at crossroads. And we have to make a choice. If we are not sure what we want, we hate choices, because we leave out all other possibilities; plus it's easier to have others telling what you do, so that you don't carry the burden of that responsibility. But you never really feel freedom until you have to answer for your actions.
There are also times when it is better not to have a choice. Some of the best things in life lay beyond our power of influence. We can only roll the dice, not tell what it will show.
And even God plays dice. Who is to blame us humans?
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