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Sex & dating online. Tinder vol. 2

8 Dec

Pe masura ce lumina zilei paleste si noaptea e din ce in ce mai lunga, mii de profiluri ne lumineaza ecranele, licarind de pasiune si extaz. Defapt, multe dintre ele radiaza cu prost gust si cocalareala, dar asta e partea a doua, noi ne vom multumi sa le privim pe primele si sa le ignoram pe cele din urma, amuzandu-ne de ele.

Privind cu ochi superficiali mai mult inspre stanga (swipe left = ignore, friendly reminder), ne proptim privirea in abdomene perfecte, in tunsori deocheate, barbi ingrijite, pozitii nefiresti, sporturi si calatorii prin tari exotice…pur si simplu avem prea multe informatii ca sa nu le catalogam superficial in tipuri de barbati intalniti pe Tinder. Astept cu mare drag feedback de la voi, dragi barbati, despre doamnele si domnisoarele intalnite, ca sa echilibram balanta etichetelor sociale stereotipizate.

Prima categorie, cea a barbatilor care nu se remarca prin nimic deosebit, este foarte numeroasa si depinde de fiecare dintre voi daca va atrag descrierea, pozele sau felul in care vorbeste (asta daca aveti deja match). Am insistat sa scriu despre barbatii normali mai intai pentru ca sunt multi, sunt foarte ok, si merita atentia noastra chiar daca nu au un profil super bine pus la punct care sa strige sex simbol din toti pixelii.

Acesti barbati pot fi chiar prietenii nostri apropiati pe care ii cunoastem de ani buni si despre care stim ca merita o tipa super misto, asa ca ei, dar carora probabil nu le-am da like imediat, judecand numai dupa poze. Pot fi genul ala de barbati care nu dau o importanta prea mare aspectului pentru ca te vor cuceri din vorbe. Give them a chance. *wink-wink

Cred ca tipul asta de barbati sunt cei care au cele mai mari sanse sa te surprinda, sa devina interesanti, sa fie mai mult decat un tip pe care-l intalnesti la o cafea sau pe care-l saruti intr-o dimineata de “adio”. Daca vi se pare ca sunt neobisnuit de draguta si va intrebati ce s-a intamplat cu mine sa stiti ca nu m-am indragostit. Nu inca 😉

Despre povesti pornite de la Tinder, intalniri, glume si situatii interesante vom vorbi probabil in alte articole cand va voi povesti mai mult experientele altora, avand in vedere ca eu m-am cam plictisit de aplicatie si nu am mai folosit-o de o luna si ceva.

Ca sa-mi curat telefonul de poze inutile si sa am spatiu pentru pozele de Craciun, va las cu selectia de Tinderei adunata de la mine si de la prietene #merryxmas

1. Barbatii calatori. Episodul 1: fascinatia pentru piramide (nu se regaseste doar la copii, domnii au ~30 ani)

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Episodul 2: lone traveler (probabil si-a legat singur lacatul pe pod in Paris…cu stanga sau cu dreapta, who knows)

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Episodul 3: la pescuit (pastravi cu undita, domnite cu parul…iar in cazul in care nu sunt atrase de asa ceva, poti oricand sa le legi cu acel pony tail impresionant si sa le fortezi sa te urmeze #awholenewkindofbondage)

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Episodul 4: cameleon (iata cele doua personaje principale ale documentarului NatGeo Wild, Pierdut in natura…observati desigur cat de bine se potrivesc cei doi in decor, ca o sticla de Cola plina de chistoace aruncata pe plaja)

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2. Cocalarul de urbe. Episodul 1: Ma cac in lift…sau ma prefac? (baiatu aia e ReyBan luati la oferta pe Facebook?)

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Episodul 2: aparatorul cartierului (sperie cainii vagabonzi si babele de la 2 care sparg seminte in fata blocului)

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Episodul 3: specie rara de cocalar asiatic prins in lant de aur.

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Episodul 4: cocalarul cu jetski ( pisi, ia niste pantofi cu toc sa ajungi la pedale sau ia varianta jetski mini de la Kids Department)

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Trilogia: cocalarul cu BMW, cocalarul cu Porsche si cocalarul cu Steroizi …starring the same creepy dude (oare se penseaza la Anastasia?)

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Episodul 5: intalnire romantica pe strasse, vata de zahar, bere si hamsii.

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Episodul 6: “Niciodata nu spune nu” (nici macar atunci cand ti se spune: uite un super truc, fa-ti freaza cu ulei de bebelus, women love babies’n’shit)

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Episodul 7: poza poetica la piscina (imagineaza-ti cum domnul iti recita senzual din Eminescu: “colo-n palate de margean te-oi duce veacuri multe/ Si toata lumea in ocean de tine-o sa asculte.” cum sa rezisti unei asemenea dedicatii? crezi ca aia e apa in care se scalda? think again)

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3. Selfies

Episodul 1: Before & After #gym #fitfam #fit4life #gymaddict #men #fitnessaddict #bodybuilding #noclothes

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Episodul 2: transformarea masculului in pitipoanca (lose the hair, grow a pair haha)

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Episodul 3: continuarea transformarii in pitipoanca sau cum ar fi daca barbatii ar poza ca pizd*le (work those fingers yeah baby)

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Season’s finale

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Keri totally nailed it :))

 Long story short, voi adauga alte poze pe masura ce le gasesc, desi nu cred ca o sa mai am rabdare sa folosesc Tinder si sa le adun personal. If you have anything to share, just comment!

Now, back to real life dating!

Sex & dating online. Tinder vol 1.

22 Oct

Dupa ce te saturi de high-school sweetheart, de relatii care te-au dat peste cap si te-au lasat de-a-ndoaselea, de iubiti nepotriviti alaturi de care ai petrecut mai mult timp decat necesar, de spring flings devenite uneori summer crushes ajungi la concluzia ca viata e prea scurta pentru experiente mediocre si crezi ca ar fi cazul sa incerci ceva nou. sau poate doar te-ai plictisit de cotidian si te gandesti ca vrei ceva proaspat si usor care sa-ti condimenteze timpul liber.

*am scris sex in titlu ca sa atrag  atentia, yes, blame me, moving on.

Hai sa zicem ca alegi sa-ti instalezi Tinder.

Pentru cine are lucruri serioase de facut si nu-si pierde vremea cu ultimele aplicatii populare in App Store sau pentru cine nu da doi bani pe interactiunile online….sau de ce nu chiar si pentru cei care vor sa gaseasca o modalitate noua sa se simta bine, o sa explic pe scurt filozofia Tinder si apoi, pe larg, pe cine gasesti acolo (treaba care se va intinde pe cateva articole).

skip this daca ai deja Tinder instalat:

1. Instalezi aplicatia si o sincronizezi cu facebook, iti preia numele, varsta si pozele (probabil si alte date dubioase dar deh, macar nu posteaza in locul tau) – dintre albumele publice iti alegi cateva poze care sa fie folosite pe Tinder. Daca pe FB ai varsta ascunsa, sa stii ca pe Tinder iti apare.

2. Selectezi criteriile de cautare – pe o raza de maxim 160 km, varsta intre 18 si 50 si apoi sexul, M, F sau M&F.

apoi, spor la treaba. Voi detalia experienta din prisma unei femei care a selectat doar barbati in filtrul de cautare:

3. iti apar poze cu diversi indivizi, sub prima poza Numele si Varsta, numarul de prieteni in comun si numarul de interese in comun.

4. sub poza, doua butoane. X si Inima. Daca stii ce vrei, alegi una din ele si treci la urmatorul.

5. te intereseaza mai multe poze, da click pe prima poza sau pe i-ul albastru dintre X si Inima, asa ti se deschide profilul lui Fat Frumos.

aflii urmatoarele: – distanta dintre tine si Tinderel

– acum cat timp Tinderel dadea like-uri altor femei (last active)

– scurta naratiune despre Tinderel, mai mult sau mai putin autentica

6. Swipe right & left ca sa navighezi prin pozele publice si sa te hotarasti daca dai sau nu inimioara. Acum ai optiunea in dreapta sus.

7. Daca revii in ecranul principal cu click pe “Done” ai a treia optiune ca sa te decizi – Swipe stanga = NU, Swipe dreapta = DA.

8. si tot asa, tagadam pas pas tagadam pas pas, navigam printre profilele de Feti Frumosi autohtoni si straini. Cand la randul lui Tinderel ti-a dat inima, IT’S A MATCH! De acum, va puteti vraji pe chat.

*Nu iti apare cine ti-a dat like decat atunci cand si tu i-ai dat si automat se face MATCH-ul, iar pe FB nu apare nimic.

Ce asteptari ai de la aplicatia asta si cum te porti vis-a-vis de aceste asteptari? That’s your own fucking business. Poti sa cunosti oameni noi pentru o relatie, pentru conversatii inteligente, pentru intalniri promiscue, pentru party, pentru business matters, pentru un sfat si o vorba buna, pentru caterinca, pentru conversatii la miezul noptii cand te plictisesti si, evident, ca sa nu te mai simti singur cand prietenii tai sunt in oras si interactioneaza cu alti semeni in carne si oase.

Pentru doamne si domnite mai mult sau mai putin sigure de calitatile pe care le poseda, Tinder poate fi si o modalitate prin care sa capete curaj si sa treaca de la stadiul de gasca fandosita la cel de pisica rasfatata. Glumesc. Ma bucur cand aud de experiente pozitive, mai ales cand iti creste stima de sine cu fiecare match nou format. Dar doamnele mele, nu va mintiti singure. Fiti mandre de cine sunteti, iubiti-va si fiti frumoase inside & out fara validarea din partea masculilor cu dereglari hormonale si un smartphone aproape. Cautati experiente autentice si stabiliti-va clar ce vreti de la viata (si de la Tinder).

Cel mai important, nu uitati ca viata se traieste dincolo de ecran. Oricat de print sau cersetor e Tinderel al vostru, ganditi-va ca inainte de toate a da sau nu un like dupa cateva poze si o descriere e foarte superficial.

Conteaza aspectul? Da. Conteaza personalitate? Si mai da.

E misto si usor sa vanezi barbati pe Tinder. Te uiti la poze, esti super selectiva, ii numeri nasturii deschisi la camasa, patratelele lucrate la sala, analizezi tunsoarea, postura, conjunctura pozelor, cataloghezi imediat ce stil de barbat ai intalnit si daca nu te-ai decis inca, mai citesti odata descrierea. “In town for the weekend, looking to have fun” … well fuck it printeso, e deja duminica seara. Hai mai fata, respira adanc si adu-ti aminte ca te-a inzestrat Dumnezeu cu ceva ce barbatii n-au. Intuitie feminina. Pune-o la treaba si lasa viata sa-si urmeze cursul. Primul impuls e de multe ori corect. Daca ii dai like nu te futi cu el intr-o ora, nu te rapeste si te duce in Dubai, nu esti nici macar obligata sa ii raspunzi la mesaj.

Dar, cum faci ce vrei cu viata ta, poti fi oricat de pretentioasa doresti. Din marea de barbati in care te scalzi, ajungi sa colectionezi cativa in sectiunea de chat. Consideri ca ai facut primul pas, asa ca te asezi frumos la o barfa cu fetele si astepti mesaje. De acolo inainte, ii dai ocazia sa te vrajeasca. De la un like – sa te convinga sa iesiti, de la o ieseala – sa devina Fat Frumos. Sau, de ce nu, dupa ce s-a deranjat sa iti scrie, sa il ignori cu nonsalanta si sa nu raspunzi la mesaj. Your call, my dear, barbatii sunt barbati si te vor suprinde. Le raspunzi cum ai chef.

Vorbesti cu prietenele tale despre cate match-uri aveti, le comparati cantitativ si calitativ, inventariati match-urile comune si, to make things more fun, faceti schimb de telefoane si va faceti match-uri reciproc. Pana si prietenii vostri barbati sunt intrigati de aplicatie si iti cer telefonul sa verifice concurenta.

In primele cateva zile dupa ce folosesti aplicatia, probabil te vor coplesi interactiunile. Iesi pe centru si ti se pare ca toti trecatorii care-ti atrag atentia sunt tipii de pe Tinder. Barmanul? Aveti match. Tipul care sta rezemat de perete? Match. Baiatul care isi aprinde alene o tigara si vorbeste cu un amic? Match. Gagiul care infuleca din saorma in timp ce se scarpina cu cheile de la Q7? – i-ai dat X, dar inainte ai facut un printscreen.

Am strans cateva zeci de poze care spun povesti mai mult sau mai putin amuzante. Poze care, analizate superficial, genereaza niste stereotipuri pe care le intalnim zilnic. Majoritatea oamenilor de pe Tinder sunt foarte normali. Sunt ca noi. Generatia de tineri carora le place sa socializeze si sa experimenteze. Oameni cu preocupari variate, mai mult sau mai putin egocentrice, mai mult sau mai putin interesante. Mai ziceam eu intr-un alt articol ca gusturile nu se judeca, dar de discutat…se discuta la greu. Imi place, nu-mi place, ce fraier, ce cocalar, ce arogant…da, de discutat si de pus etichete toti facem asta, dar haideti sa ne abtinem de la a judeca alegerile personale dincolo de aceste etichete. E cocalar, cineva il iubeste si asa. E arogant, poate are un motiv bun.

Punem etichete, incadram in stereotipuri, dar le lasam oamenilor posibilitatea sa iasa din ele si sa si le schimbe.  In fond, cand o sa va gasiti prietenii apropiati pe Tinder veti intelege ce zic. La prima vedere, dupa analiza pozelor si descrierii i-ati incadra intr-un tipar despre care va dati seama ca e fals doar pentru ca ii stiti pe tipii respectivi de ani buni. Colegi de scoala, fosti iubiti, tipi din facultate, oameni intalniti pe la party-uri, vedete…odata ce gasiti primele fete cunoscute o sa va dati seama cat de superficiala e toata Tindereala asta si poate ii mai dati o sansa tipului care si-a tras un selfie cu ochelari de soare in oglinda. Maybe he’s a good guy too.

Daca eu m-am plictisit deja de scris, mai mult ca sigur ca v-ati plictisit si voi de citit. Pana data viitoare, mai strang povesti. Mai colectionez barbati. superficial, pentru amuzamentul si delectarea cititorilor. Ca sa nu fiu bitchy pana la capat, promit sa le cenzurez identitatea fara sa pierd esenta pozei. Promit sa va gasesc stereotipuri amuzante si sa nu va spun nimic daca ma indragostesc pe parcurs. Cred ca dragostea aia misto e departe de online, dar promit sa nu mint in fata altarului daca ne-am cunoscut pe Tinder.

After all, let life surprise you.

Daca v-am plictisit si vi s-a facut foame va prezint ultimele parizere lustruite din rafturile de supermarket.

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Concurs de design – the facepalm moments

21 Nov

Despre moda romaneasca avem cate guri, atatea pareri. Multe critica, multe sfatuiesc, multe admira. Din partea aceleiasi persoane vei auzi pe rand toate tipurile de comentarii.

Astazi, admir.

Ba nu, mai intai critic. constructiv, desigur.

Perwoll a lansat recent a doua editie a concursului “Like new designers” care a ajuns in faza de jurizare. Pentru mine e prima data cand particip la un concurs national de design si, evident, abia astept sa vad ce se intampla. Am analizat aseara 155 de colectii ale competitorilor mei (numaram asta pe la 2 am, probabil am numarat prost), iar cateva dintre ele mi-au ramas in suflet prin executie tehnica, idee sau transpunere a conceptului in imagini. Cateva mi-au starnit rasul.

Am crezut ca partea critica e scurta si pot sa scriu in continuare o lista lunga de admiratie, dar am reusit sa scriu un articol destul de lung despre perlele de la concurs, asa ca va dau lista preferatilor mei intr-un articol urmator. Pana atunci radeti si voi cu mine de exprimarile nefericite pe care le-am gasit:

The so-called “Face Palm Moments”

Dragilor, nu-s eu aia experta in fashion, dar unii “artisti” sunt ataaaat de prinsi in actul creatiei incat nu mai stiu cum sa-l exprime coerent si vin cu expresii de genul:

monocromatic/colectie monocroma = realizarea artistica a acestor colectii abunda in dungi de toate felurile, tipare cu buline si alte ciudatenii de print-uri. -Zau, ma, dati-va una cu DEX-ul pana se deschide la litera “M” si cititi ce inseamna monocromatic.

Sa va ajut putin: MONOCROMÁTIC, -Ă, monocromatici, -ce, adj. Cu o singură culoare, monocrom (1). ♦ (Despre un fascicul de raze) Care este format din radiații cu aceeași lungime de undă. – Din fr. monochromatique.

my point – daca operele tale, frumos executate si placute estetic, nu sunt ori albe, ori negre, fugi departe de exprimarea “monocromatic”. Serios, poti mai bine, gaseste cuvintele care sa iti sustina munca, nu sa ii puna piedica (exprimarea defectuoasa e un sut in fund pe care ti-l dai singur).
armonie brutala – cred ca sunt prea superficiala ca sa inteleg profunzimea acestei expresii, dar in acelasi timp voi continua sa explic de ce mi se pare o prostie sa folosesti un asa oximoron in descrierea colectiei tale (OXIMORÓN, oximoroane, s. n. Figură de stil care exprimă o ironie subtilă sau un adevăr usturător sub forma asocierii paradoxale a doi termeni contradictorii. – Din fr. oxymoron.)
Acestea fiind explicate cu ajutorul DEX-ului de capatai, cred ca iti ironizezi singur creatia si nu e cazul!!
eleganta si rafinament – in aceeasi ordine de idei, aceste doua cuvinte sunt materializate deseori prin obiecte vestimentare pe care le-ar purta Lady GaGa – evident ca exagerez, dar de ce ai exprima prin eleganta si rafinament ceva ce nu are nicio treaba cu asta? Daca hainele tale spun o poveste moderna, androgina, daca nu respecta nimic din frumusetea aia “clasica”, atunci subliniaza asta prin alte cuvinte, nu le da in cap cu eleganta si rafinament.
Cu toata eleganta pe care pot sa o capat in exprimare, iata ce ne spune DEX-ul: ELEGÁNT, -Ă, eleganți, -te, adj. 1. (Despre îmbrăcăminte) Făcut cu gust, frumos; (despre oameni) care se distinge prin armonia și bunul gust al îmbrăcămintei. 2. (Adesea adverbial) Care se deosebește prin armonia formei, prin îmbinarea plăcută a elementelor, printr-o sobrietate plină de gust. ♦ Fig. Plin de tact, lipsit de brutalitate. – Din fr. élégant, lat. elegans, -ntis & RAFINAMÉNT, rafinamente, s. n. 1. Finețe, delicatețe, subtilitate a gustului sau a simțirii. 2. Viclenie, perfidie, șiretenie. – Din fr. raffinement.
*wink* – eu n-am fost subtila, v-am spus direct ce cred despre exprimarea voastra.
101 dalmatieni cu volane – ca sa mai scurtam povestea va spun ce tip de haine nu ma asteptam sa mai vad in desen de cand faceam design vestimentar la Palatul Copiilor, candva in clasele primare. Am fost la cercul de design pana la liceu, dar genul asta de creatii le-am vazut doar cand eram mica: volane la maneci  si rochii Cruella, jumate bou jumate magar – nu dau doi bani pe “gusturile nu se discuta” pentru ca parerea mea e ca ele se discuta. Aici am mai scris despre asta si v-am spus ca mai potrivit ar fi sa spunem ca gusturile nu se judeca. Astept discutia aia prin care sa fiu convinsa ca volanele si rochiile jumi juma sunt minunate.
ultimul punct poate sa lipseasca – surpriza, nu lipseste, pentru ca eu vreau sa fie aici! Exprimarea originala era: fundita poate sa lipseasca – pai, prieteno, ori lipseste ori nu? daca e acolo, e prezenta, daca lipseste, nu o mai desenezi. Fiti dragilor mai siguri pe ceea ce creati, dubiile astea directionate catre sine sunt pacatoase rau, daca tu nu ai incredere in creatia ta, atunci sentimentul asta se va transmite primul catre cel care o priveste si e trist sa faci ceva frumos si sa il strici prin nesiguranta. Daca tu nu erai multumita cu fundita, trebuia sa refaci desenul, daca iti place de ea acolo, spune ca e minunata pentru ca asa ai gandit-o, nu ca “poate sa lipseasca”.
Doar lucrurile neplacute pot sa lipseasca. Finalul, cum ar veni.

Fall. Wild.

27 Aug

Today was the first summer day when I saw Autumn’s bannermen arrive: grapes ripening, Kinder surprise back in stores, mornings starting with rain and nightfall bringing that cold breeze that gives me shivers. For the first time ever, I like autumn.
As much as people say about spring that she comes with fresh starts, new projects and new goals to achieve, I find it more appropriate to calm down and think about career and life plans at the end of summer, when everything settles, when thoughts gain a sharp outline and the colder weather clears the mind.
I will make the most out of this autumn and I already made a promise to myself that, by the time the first snowflake arrives, I will be sure what I want to do next year.
I just came back from Amsterdam, a lovely city with a balanced vibe, however I can’t get my thoughts straight about anything I want to do. It’s like – the moment I set foot again in Romania my mind went back to chaos. Visiting Amsterdam for a week made me realise a few things about myself and my goals. I thought I had it all figured out, but I was wrong, I still have a lot of thinking to do.
Does the environment you live in reflect in how you think and act? I really think it does. The beautiful romanian chaos gives me a lot of good ideas and good vibes, but they are all accompanied by unsettling feelings, anxiety, insecurity and overthinking.
My thoughts to work on this fall are mainly the following: I have to leave this country for a while.
I have to develop my artistic side and turn it into my career.
I must focus on one thing at a time.
I must never stop doing what I want.
I must be out in the wild more often.

My thought of the night: night time is supposed to be special, cities bring too much altered light to it and so nature’s glow fades away, stars barely shine, the sound of nature is tuned down by sirens and honks…if I could, just for one night, I would turn off the city’s lights and sounds. How many would be scared to death? How many would enjoy the darkness and the silence?
I can’t get my mind around the fact that some people don’t like being out in the wild. I crave for the silence and the beauty of the forests I used to fear as a child, I wish to spend more time at the seaside or on the brink of a river, I want to spend summer nights cuddling under the clear sky, watching the moon rise and set while no artificial sound would interrupt nature’s sounds.

Why don’t people appreciate more this feeling of complete freedom? Are they more scared by their inner light or by the sound of their thoughts?

Until now, I haven’t found anything better than spending time in the wilderness, enjoying the silence and the pure beauty of remote places, far away from the city. Have you?

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When to listen? When to speak?

23 Jul

What’s wrong with you? What are you planning to do with your life? Why do you love this place? … if you had to answer at least one of these questions recently you know what I’m writing about. Sometimes I reply, sometimes I’m just tired to answer questions that don’t really need my reply. They may be parents, siblings, friends or strangers asking this, but no matter the answer I give, if they’re not open minded enough or at least willing to understand my explanation, I’m doing it in vain.

ImageI believe people are amazing in their differences, but if it were to put them in two categories, I would choose the fits and the misfits. It’s neither good or bad, it’s subjective and it mostly depends on each one’s point of view. Do I fit or not where I am now? I tend to think I don’t. However, changing the social background I might end up in a community where I’d fit perfectly. Would I be happier there? Who the fuck knows!

Everyone of us goes through the both categories mentioned earlier and they are usually analised by how much time they spend in general in one of them. Given a certain social situation, you either fit or don’t. You’re cool or just weird. At the end of the day, you can look back and see if the people you met today saw you more socially acceptable or just a quirky misfit. The next day you might be the opposite. Gathering all this feed-back, people make their own opinion about you: some of them stick the label from the first encounter, others pay a little more attention to your behaviour, but in the end you’re all socially tagged by everyone you know – it’s like wearing an invisible outfit made out of nametags.Image

Change is the most amazing social behaviour I know, sometimes it comes naturally, sometimes you have to force it, it’s a quick shift or a deep movement…whatever it’s like, people change and you have to deal with it. They may change for better, they may change for worse, be prepared. You also change, so don’t be surprised when people you’ve met a long time ago say with regret that you’re not the same person anymore. Live your life so you can answer proudly: of course I’m not the same, I’m much, much better.

‘Be yourself’ it’s sometimes the worst advice you can give to some people, I’d love to see encouragement when a good behaviour shows up and social punishment when devious acts appear. ImageBoth appreciation and critique should become part of our daily life, it’s up to us to change ourselves and other for the better, for instance: how many times did you point to a stranger that it’s wrong to toss an empty plastic bottle on the street? How many times did you congratulate someone on not littering cigarette bums on the street?
Speak up, people! That’s what makes the difference!
Paying attention to others, encouraging or correcting someone’s behaviour are equally important in everyday life if we want to see change happening.Image

Romania it’s the ultimate land of ignorance. No one gives a fuck about the people around them, they all live from one day to the other, exploiting the nature and this earth like they have another planet to live on.

You think this is true? Maybe. It’s the good and the bad kind of maybe, since Romania it’s not the only country where this happens, however, it’s a country where you also find people who care. A LOT of them. They’re just too shy and quiet. They think the worst about their neighbours and the society, judging solely based on the messages they receive from this sick media of ours. Proactivity is unknown to them, they settle for the average life standards and they build social walls around their families forgetting to put some windows to see that the walls other people build are made from the same material and inside those everyone has a beautiful garden.

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This amazing country I live in it’s in a metaphorically paradox of hell and paradise combined. People are beautiful, smart and powerful, but they forgot how to explore this about themselves. Each one has his secret garden getaway from the daily life, but when they look around they see only the walls others build, the same walls they’ve built, no windows, no doors, just dog shit and grim views.

Walls can be climbed, walls can be destroyed, walls fall.

It’s up to each and every one of us to get out of our comfort zone and see that we’re not that different. We should stop thinking negatively about others before we even interact with them.

Learn to LISTEN, learn to SPEAK. It’s that easy.

If you’re inclined to believe that everything is bad around you and everyone is mean and heartless, you will see that in every message that reaches up to you.
No one is born bad, everyone has a story they’re yearning to tell, but we all listen to little and when we do we only pretend to understand. I did that too, but I try to avoid doing it again in the future. Image
Tune down the voices in you head that say for instance that a tattooed young man is a loser and a pot head- that tattoo might honor his dead parents or a near death experience, he might be the future doctor who will save your kid’s life or your future son in law. Stop judging, start listening, this was just a random example, I bet you can find more.

This country of mine, full of don’t give a fuck-ers, is also the land of beautiful stories waiting to be discovered.

How can I ever hate this place who has so many amazing people to meet? You just thought of at least three reasons I should go away and never return, but I can look over the misery, the un-educated individuals, the corruption, the burdens of everyday life and the countless moments of “why am I still here?”, because at the end of the day, nothing can match finding someone like you to talk to, with good ideas to share, great advice to give and a lot of hopes for a better day.

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Take this as a thank you for meeting me and telling me your story. Thank you for being in my news feed, in the magazines I read, at the places I visit and in my daily life. And you are so many! How can I lose hope that Romania will get better when I see good ideas put into action everyday, positive feed back on social activities and many, oh-so-many, new faces that get involved in their community, bringing good vibes and smiles for everyone?

We are the power, we are many and we can change together for the better, just listen to the people around you, get to know them and realise you are NOT alone…

..then speak up your mind and act accordingly!

If you’re also addicted to collecting inspirational photos, have some of my favorites on this subject 🙂
Save them and read them again sometime!

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Insights on an extreme lifestyle

10 Jul

The imaginary story of a RBR rider

Let me tell you a story…

You open your eyes and wake up, at once with the sunrise. You open the window and breathe…the fresh mountain air fills your lungs and you feel that this is no ordinary day, the same thing your heart already knows. Your blood runs faster, you feel the adrenaline tickling the tip of your fingers and all you think about is that, soon enough, your hands will hit the gas. It’s the first day at Red Bull Romaniacs.

You dreamed of yourself on the prologue track today, you rode like a God over the obstacles and you finished first. For how many of you is that true? How many had to face another reality, crashing into the loose roots and rocks or falling from the ramps? …actually it doesn’t matter, your dream was good enough to give you the confidence boost you need to start the day. You will do everything you can to reach that goal and make the best of it.

Walking to the paddock you see normal people looking up to you, waving, winking and nodding at your presence…do they know how you feel? Do they see the excitement? The fear? What kind of emotions do you let hit the surface? You shake them off and FOCUS. you put your equipment on and, with a confident smilew, you pull the helmet over your face and say a silent prayer.

The bike is there, waiting for you – for many just an object they admire, for you is part of your soul. BALANCE – that’s what you need, that’s what she gives you. You need riding to live, you need to escape from the city into the forest as often as you can, it’s your passion and you made it a lifestyle. Riding gives your life a balance you never thought you’ll find and you’re forever grateful to those who first showed you how to handle and drive a bike.

Since then, you came a long way and now you’re at the start line of world’s toughest enduro rallye, Red Bull Romaniacs. You look around and you see riders you’ve admired ever since your first connection with this sport, extreme legends like Graham Jarvis, Chris Birch, Paul Bolton or Andreas Lettenbichler. It fills your heart with pride to ride with them in the same competition and you can see your name next to theirs in the future.

The crowd around you is loud as ever. And there are so many people that you don’t even try to count. You feel them looking at you, throwing expectations and judging every move, even though they probably have no idea how it feels to be in your place or what it takes to get to the point where you stand. Shake off every emotion, tune down the music around, the MC and the people cheering around you. You woke up with a plan and now you have to FOCUS and make it through the race.

It’s your turn. Feel the blood rushing in your cheeks? Feel your hand clenching the gas? Feel your feet trembling on the pedals? GO! It’s your turn to prove a point, you’ve been training hard to get fit and find your BALANCE. The time you spent with your bike now shows off and you get together perfectly – she moves the way you want, you pull the hand-guards, hit the gas, adjust your posture and get over every obstacle! You tune in to the people cheering around – do they call your name? Do they admire you? Envy you? Did everyone see how good you rode? – Don’t. You fell. You lost the focus and the balance for a moment and crashed, but that’s ok, get back on the bike and don’t mind about the others until the end of it, they will still cheer for you when you make it to the finish line!

In the end it was a good day. You made it, you’re proud of yourself. The bike is ready for tomorrow, but are you? Will the forest be your friend or enemy? Will the bike listen or will you get in a fight? Will you crash? Will you get lost? Will it rain? Will someone surpass you?
Tune out your thoughts like you did earlier and go to bed.
Tomorrow is the second day of Red Bull Romaniacs.

*Balance & Focus – keywords inspired by Wade Young

You never liked mornings to begin with, but who does? It’s too early for a lot of things, but not for riding. A true riders makes compromises and trades sleeping late for success. Will this be a good day? You’re confused. The weather is great, the bike is ready, your body recovered from yesterday’s prologue and it’s eager to get moving, so you’re all nervous!
You’ve TRAINED hard for this race and so the game begins. Mind and body, they’re all shaping up for a long day of riding.
You’re hungry for success? First eat your carbs. That’s right! Number one rule of the morning, for a good pace and longtime energy you should get your carbs fix at least half an hour before the start.
Rest a little before completing the second important rule of the morning. Get your blood running and do a little cardio to get your heart used to the physical effort. Don’t over do it and if you skip it, try to make the first part of the race your training zone so don’t push it too hard, or you’ll regret it later when your liver will start questioning your body with severe aches. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, get your vitamins, electrolites or whatever your body needs to run the mile. NUTRITION is a fundamental step of an overall good training: all the best riders know what, when and how to eat properly in order to help their body in a race and avoid exhaustion.

*Training and nutrition tips from Dani Otil and Russel White

Some questions from yesterday still cross your mind now and then: you still wonder how the forest will be like, how will the bike behave, but no matter the odds, you know that once you hit the gas you can only go forward. You’re not trained to lose, neither to give up.

It’s been a while since you’ve been in a tough competition like Romaniacs, probably a year since the last edition of RBR, so you know how things go from this point. Four more days in the woods and more than 500 km later you have to climb the Gusterița hill and claim your prize. It’s a race that challenges your body and mind the same. Impossible obstacles lose their fierceness when your race enemies rush from behind, your teeth clench and your eyes narrow when you’re on the bike wrestling with a steep climb, going left-right-left-right avoiding the trees. Did you make it to the top whole? Did you fall and break something? Did your engine drown in the quest? I don’t know, I wasn’t there, but I bet you did a great job with it…i mean, you’ve trained so hard, now it shows off!
You can see the finish line getting closer and all the focus fades away after your mind starts throwing questions at your sore body: who finished first? Who surpassed me on that descent? Who’s left to beat tomorrow to get the biggest prize? Did I miss any part of the track? -“silly me, i followed the GPS all along, of course I’m fine!” Insecure subconscious

The crowd waits impacient for your finish and you see them narrowing the circle with microphones, cameras… they’re all ears for what you have to say…but do you know what to say? You don’t even remember where you’ve been through at the moment, you saw forest, hills, mountain peaks, beautiful landscapes and painful obstacles. How was your day though? – Fine. It was amazing, hard but beautiful, incredible views and difficult impediments to overcome. You made it whole to the finish line, you can do it again tomorrow, your bike needs a quick therapy then she’s like new!
Was the day like yours for everyone? You have no idea how many things happen while you think you and your bike are all that matter!
The photographers scratch their knees and elbows to get the best shot of your jump, the reporters run from rider to rider to get all the stories ready for tonight’s news, the mechanics work their a**es off to help you and your team mates, packing, unpacking, fixing you, fixing the bike then going to the next interest point to see if you’re all good, the organisers try to keep everything running smooth and greet every problem with professionalism, solving them as soon as possible.

There’s always room for help in a competition like this, but sometimes it’s simply amazing how the right people in the right place can save a life….even if it belongs to a horse, yes, a HORSE! – Chatting with our brasilian friends who booked a tour for these days we came across this beautiful humanitarian story. While they passed a nearby village, they saw two people gathered around a hole where a horse fell and couldn’t get out. They jumped to the rescue right away, so no pictures were made of the moment, however, I’m sure that those locals and the horse will see the future riders passing their home with different opinion. They’re good people, loving nature and protecting as much of it as they can while enjoying this extreme sport.

How did my day end? I was on my way to the media room to write a new story for you, but I made a detour by the local hospital when Dave called and asked me to hurry there and check on Luke and Blake, two unlucky british riders. Luke Copestake, prologue expert single class winner, had severe lower back pain after crashing in the prologue and hitting it again today, he can barely sit down, however it’s just a muscle injury and nothing’s broken, besides a swollen behind/a**.
ER sum up:
Doc: what happened with you?
Luke: i fell and hit my back.
Doc: ok, sit down.
Luke: I can’t!
Blake Summers was even more unfortunate, he caught his right foot between the bike and a big stone and sprained a few joints inside his foot. After we raced a little with the wheelchair on the ER hallway, we went into the doctor’s office:
Doc: “what’s wrong with you now? I mean, you’re a rider, of course that SOMETHING’s wrong with you!!! Anything besides that? ”
That was a short visit though, Blake jumped like a crazy bunny from the wheelchair to the car, arriving faster than normal I think!

A lot of ice, some medication, or better yet, the miracle cream of Russel White will help them both recover, and if it really does wonders, to get back on the bike tomorrow, the third day at Red Bull Romaniacs!

To hell and back

…well it wasn’t exactly going to hell, but the road to Petrosani and back was gruesome enough! How can Romania be the land of so many contrasts? Did you have enough time to notice this or was the race so tiring that you only had eyes for the pillow after it?
No one will argue with you about the beauty of romanian landscape, especially when you cross the most beautiful part of it (in my opinion)- Parang mountains with lake Vidra and the surroundings look like an all natural paradise. Do you realise how lucky you are to see places some people only dream of? To pass lands where some don’t even dare to walk?
My opinion? – I think you have to go through hell to reach paradise. It’s lost somewhere in the mountains and a few lucky people in this world dare to find lost paradises far away from civilisation, wandering the lands, seeing breathtaking places and going beyond their limits trying to accomplish every quest with success, passing all the obstacles in their way.
Were you one of these people or the only breathtaking experience was the exhaustion from three days riding in the forests?
It was real hard enduro to go to Petrosani and back to Sibiu, reaching 2500 m altitude on your way and some of the riders didn’t make it back on the bike. Lucky or not, you came back whole, but the race starts to feel deep down in your bones. Your muscles ache, you feel completely sore once you reach the finish line and relax a little. Your hands are hard and hurt, your body a little bruised, your legs tired and your mind is questioning your stamina to complete another day of racing tomorrow.

The grim looking town of Petrila was once again animated by the riders who climbed and descended the old building of a communist coal mine industry who used to sustain the whole area. Those times are long gone, the locals try to move on, but you can feel the sadness in their eyes and in their homes. Events such as Romaniacs point out perfectly how treasures stay hidden in remote areas, how amazing landscapes could be promoted into large business, if only everything around there didn’t look so 50 years ago!

The same thing works for the road to Petrosani and back, on the under contruction route of TransAlpina, the highest road in Romania. Before you reach the altitude of approx 2000 m in the Obarsia Lotrului area, down in the valley near Sugag, you could see packs of cars parked by the road and small colourful heads between the trees near by. Stop and walk around for two minutes, follow the noise and you’ll see things you wouldn’t imagine to happen so close to the road. Brave riders going up and down the steep hills did a great show for those who knew when to stop and where to sit for the best view. Some of them got lost on the way, some got injured, some had problems with the bike: Alfredo Gomez reached the service point without brakes, so he was a point of interest going down without them on such steep descents!

The third day explored the mountains of Parang and Lotrioara, with a finish line in the Olt Valley, near the brink of the river. Some of the riders complained about the fog they encountered in the alpine zone above 2000 m elevation: they couldn’t admire the view, moreover they got lost on the way! Everyone had a nice surprise from Romaniacs’ top track manager, the rain, the one who spiced up the competition during the third day of riding in the forst!

The worst accidents of the day? From what you’ve seen and what we’ve heard there was a close left turn somewhere on the track and on the best line there was a huge hole in which at least 10 riders fell and got injured. Your heart skipped a beat when you thought you’ll go down too, but you actually managed to stay on track!

One more day. Does it sound good? You’ve learned by now not to judge to quickly when it comes to what Martin Freinadametz considers an easier day!
Breathe deep and go to bed. One more day to go until you complete your goal, finishing the anniversay 10’th edition of Red Bull Romaniacs!

Arta ne salveaza

7 Nov

In incercarea mea de a-mi da seama ce imi place si ce nu, ce-mi lipseste, ce-mi prisoseste si pe unde ar mai trebui sa schimb cate ceva la mine, am realizat ca nu am mai avut parte de o experienta artistica/culturala autentica de multa vreme. Acum ca m-am apucat de scris, mi-am amintit si de un citat vazut recent al unui personaj de desene animate, Daria (tipa ciudata cu ochelari, poate o stiti); ea zicea pă engleza ca “your shallowness is so thorough it’s almost mistaken for depth”. La inceput am ras, apoi m-am intrebat…oare chiar asa sa fie?

Sa revenim la arta totusi, ca despre ea imi bat degetele pe tastatura, sper ca nu degeaba. Imi doresc sa vad o manifestare culturala care sa scoata din individ un secret intunecat, o problema pe care nu o constientizeaza, sa o destrame, sa o analizeze in amanunt, sa o rupa in bucati si sa o distruga, iar apoi arta sa-l apuce de mana si sa-l ridice la suprafata, sa-l salveze si sa-l faca mai bun. Vreau ca “acel” individ sa fie in fiecare dintre cei ce privesc, vreau sa asist la o transformare, la o schimbare, la o imbunatatire profunda. (astept sugestii)

Arta inca mai are puterea sa ne salveze si ar trebui sa o lasam pentru ca avem nevoie de ea. Cred ca e o problema recenta a culturii faptul ca orice manifestare tinde sa devina superficiala din simplul motiv ca si a zgaria o suprafata e tot o transformare, de ce sa bagam cutitul ca sa ajungem la un miez delicios daca si coaja e buna?
Eu personal nu inteleg multe opere de arta, dar inteleg un lucru: acolo unde exista pasiune si autenticitate in creatie, acolo vei gasi inspiratie si frumusete, iar oricat de superficiala ar parea creatia unora, conteaza cum o vezi tu si ce efecte are asupra ta.
Casa celor 7 arte are multe camere si te asteapta, e ca un hotel pe care merita sa-l vizitezi des, e o terapie, exista atat de multe moduri prin care te poti bucura de frumusete incat e si pacat sa nu experimentezi cat mai multe din ele.
Traditionala sau moderna, mainstream sau underground, orice tip de arta are superficialitate si profunzime, nu poti sa stii ce e autentic si ce nu decat daca experimentezi si observi ce ti se intampla. Tu esti defapt singurul care decide ce iti place si ce nu…iar vorbind de gusturi,
“gusturile nu se discuta” FALS! – pentru ca se discuta, asa se nasc idei si se dezvolta pareri, se leaga prietenii si se descopera lucruri noi. Eu cred ca intr-o reformulare buna trebuie sa tinem minte ca, defapt, Gusturile NU se judeca!

Daca sunteti de acord cu mine si putem discuta despre ce ne place si ce nu, eu vreau sa aflu care arte sunt aproape de voi, in care va regasiti, pe care le recomandati mai departe??