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Contemplate for action….

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

The two words ‘information’ and ‘communication’ are often used interchangeably, but they signify quite different things. Information is giving out; communication is getting through.

“They see in the political apathy of the proletariat only the apathy, not the protest against a system that has nothing to offer them.”
― Red Army Faction

Either you’re part of the problem or your part of the solution

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Miercurea fara cuvinte….Standing up……

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Pizza closeup….

My serrano,fresh pear and gorgonzola pizza drizzeled with balsamic reduction…

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Calling dragons and demons…

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…An Alien in Parcul Pantelimon monday morning….

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Where the Wild Roses Grow….


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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Cricket in our bedroom….


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Still alive and kicking….

Still very busy with work and just had a day off …too short but its something …going to try to program myself a day off every week if its possible but thats the job….any way will be back again when I can …and thank you to all who still visit and link me..its very much appreciated 🙂
And for the people who are to obsessed with links and Zelist this is for you ….. 🙂

Bugger Off!
Chorus:
So bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Like a herd of bloody swine that refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening so you bastards bugger off

Well you’ve been a lovely audience, but oh the time does pass.
So don’t you all be lettin’ the door hit you in the ass.
You’ve been a splendid audience, but enough is enough.
We’d take it very kindly if you’d all just bugger off!

Chorus

Here’s to all the batenders and waitresses who’ve been servin you your beers,
and puttin up with your knoxious breath and your stupid drunken leers.
so leave your money on the table when you go,
tomorrow you’ll have a sorry head and nothin left to show

Chorus
Lyrics http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/dubliners/

Here’s to all the lovely ladies who might be waitin for the band,
and thinkin one of them might make a charmin one night stand.
Please don’t be offended girls this song is not for you.
we’ll be happy to oblige you when this nasty job is through.

Chorus

So you’ve been promisin the ladies a night of lovin bliss,
but truth be told your far to drunk to stand up straight and piss.
So give it up you lousy sods you’ll not be gettin laid.
and the sooner that you’re out the door the sooner we’ll get paid.

Chorus

So bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Like a herd of fucking swine that refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening so you bastards bugger off

(1-2-3 FUCK YOU!)

Kindly sang to you by the one and only …The Dubliners !! 🙂

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Today in PARCUL HERASTRAU…


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We got early in the morning to the park before too many people would be there as sunday is always busy….so great …a bit cloudy ..with a strong wind …such a relief from the burning furnace lately :-)Walked slowly everywhere stopping occasionaly for a bite to eat and a cigarette.then came across this beautiful street cat and he took to me straight away ..was glued to me 🙂 shared my sandwich with him of course 🙂 then onto the water bicycle boat…but before we got on bought of course a double portion of mici with mustard and bread …so great to be on the middle of the lake with grilled meat away from the hordes of Bucharest!!! :-)Then the sun started burning again and slowly made our way back to home to fill you in with this useless information…but our day is great ..hope you all have a great day too 🙂

PARCUL HERASTRAU

Life in pictures

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My friend the streetcat…

Just over one year ago…My friend the streetcat… 🙂

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No words..just hot….

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Come…

Won’t you come into the garden?

I would like my roses to see you.

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The sparrows nest…


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The Sparrow’s Nest

BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
I started—seeming to espy
The home and sheltered bed,
The Sparrow’s dwelling, which, hard by
My Father’ house, in wet or dry
My sister Emmeline and I
Together visited.

She looked at it and seemed to fear it;
Dreading, tho’ wishing, to be near it:
Such heart was in her, being then
A little Prattler among men.
The Blessing of my later year
Was with me when a boy:
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble care, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy.

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Beauty…..

WHEN COMPARING YOUR BEAUTY TO NATURE

Author: Unknown

The crashing of the ocean
The setting of the sun
The whispering of the willow
The way the river runs…

The way the eagle’s calling
The way the panther leaps
The way the stars keep falling
The way the hollow sleeps

In the golden of the daytime
And the ebony-hued night
In the brooding of the darkness
And the brilliance of the light

The breathing of a baby
The love a mother gives
The sounds of laughing children
The life a father lives

These things are precious to the heart
They take the breath away
But they can never match the beauty
I see in you today.

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…5….You Are My Rainbow..

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MIERCUREA FARA CUVINTE..4..Parcul Cișmigiu

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Home…

And as the past and present
slowly dissolve
He turned one
more time
and gazed at the hazy outlines
of the barriers of the
many places
he called Home…

androxa November 9 2009

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Romanian sewer trees…..


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Sewer trees.. in Bucharest ,Romania…the only country where I have found these growing……..


No… serious… The bloody gypsies here steal the cast iron lids to sell for scrapmetal…leaving the sewers open for people and animals and cars to fall into…and the council…who knows when they will put new ones…in this street there are 5 missing for many weeks now.
So people break branches and /or through garbage in there so people can see there is a hole…and of course its a good place to spit and piss in as well . you gotta love this city…..

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Set free…


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An American Indian Legend

If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.
Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all.
In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom, the Great Spirit always grants the wish.
So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly its freedom, the wish will be taken to the heavens and be granted. The following line is often added when the Legend is read prior to releasing butterflies at a wedding:
We have gathered to grant this couple all our best wishes and are about to set these butterflies free in trust that all these wishes will be granted.

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A walk in the park … Part 3

Yesterday again a walk in the park……


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This is a new or rather old contraption for children here in the park..You climb up and face dive into the sand…seems the logical contribution for children from the city council …dont you just love how childrens safety is a high priority..?? ( being a tad sarcastic here now… )


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I was so happy that I found this snake..

A dice snake ..harmless it eats fish,lizards and frogs ..made my day 🙂


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A walk in the park….. part 2

Last saturday in a park in Bucharest….


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The above photo of the dead dog was taken 3 weeks after I took the first photo of it in the lake of park…now the water is low and it looks quite different and the smell…So much beauty to be found in the parks but also death and horror and ignorance of city council… All though they are building new paths and benches and lights after years and years of neglect, there are more people and children playing there again ..probaly one of the most dangerous parks in Bucharest before….


A walk in the park part 1 is here

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FIREBUG….


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The firebug, Pyrrhocoris apterus, is a common insect of the family Pyrrhocoridae. Easily recognizable due to its striking red and black colouration, it is distributed throughout the Palaearctic from the Atlantic coast of Europe to northwest China. It has also been reported from the USA, Central America and India. It has been reported as recently expanding its distribution northwards into mainland UK.  They are frequently observed to form aggregations, especially as immature forms, with from tens to perhaps a hundred individuals.
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I love these insects ,the colors..so vivid and they are everywhere here 🙂
Hey…dont you think they look a bit like Tiki statues ?


The Universal Story of the Holy Potato….

Everywhere in the world The Holy Potato pops up from time to time…Today it appeared here in Bucharest,Romania ..see photo by me above and below…


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All over the world the religous and superstitious flocks see signs and miracles in ordinary everyday objects like the potato, the reason for the cross or any shape is dry or wet rot, read detailed information here

Here are two more photos now from America….

Well anyway about the potato here in Bucharest…Tata found this one in one of the potatoes we bought here in the piata and he is gone back to show it around … 🙂

There is a big chance that it will end up with the priest  here….God bless us…

No…I am not religous..far from that…

Here is interesting information though about the potato and religion in the Andes ;

There are plants that over time have taken on profound ritual significance for humankind. The potato is one of them. Anthropologist Luis Millones, an expert on the beliefs and customs of Andean peoples, explores the world of magic and myth associated with this crop in the Andes.

The potato plays a central role in the myths and rituals that define the Andean vision of the world. In their conception of the universe, potatoes inhabit the Uku Pacha, or inner world, a place of seeds and corpses, of future and past, as opposed to the Kay Pacha, or the world of the present. This idea dates back to before the time of the Incas, who adopted the beliefs of the people they conquered.

Centuries before the rise of the Incas, the Moche culture (AD 100-600) flourished on Peru’s north coast. Moche pottery often portrayed fruits and vegetables. One outstanding example, on display in Lima’s National Museum of Archaeology, Anthropology and History, is a ceramic vessel resembling a potato. The link that the Moche saw between the potato and the supernatural world is evident in this piece in which figures of human beings and animals appear to sprout from the potato’s eyes. This Moche pot could be interpreted as a portrayal of the birth of living beings (the first humans, the first llamas, etc.) from the paqarinas (places of origin), where contact could be made with the Uku Pacha, the realm of the potato. In the most widely told myths of the origin of Tahuantinsuyo, as the Incas referred to their empire, the children of the sun god Inti, Manco Cápac and Mama Ocllo, emerged from the waters of Lake Titicaca. Another fable tells of the mythical Ayar brothers who sprang forth from the cave of Tampu Tuqu, near Cusco.

An interesting manifestation of the potato’s prominence in Andean myth and ritual is seen in the tradition of the illas, objects that evoke the primordial shapes of animals or plants. In Bolivia, researchers recorded that, “a potato illa [is] a stone that looks just like the potato itself, and it is thought that this illa helps the potato harvest” (Arnold and Yapita, 1996). According to the Aimara campesina Cipriana Apaza Mamani, when the condor, a sacred bird, flew down from Mount Illampu in Bolivia, the potato plant appeared for the first time in the community of Chukiñaspi. There, it flourished in a fertile area called Wilaspaya (the land of the red earth), known since time immemorial for its stones shaped like potatoes.

DIVINE FARE

In all ancient civilizations, people believed that they could control supernatural beings through the proper use of rituals. Ceremony is the food of the gods, and each part of a ceremony – a dance step, a coca leaf chewed or burnt as an offering – must be carried out according to age-old traditional prescriptions. There are records of specific ritual practices for the potato. The chronicler Pérez Bocanegra (1631) records that the roots of the plant were tied together with straw, “with many knots and bundles.” This was done during fasting, and it is said that the potato effigy also fasted, thereby reinforcing the commitment to abstinence of the person complying with the magic ritual. This practice alarmed the Spanish clergy, determined to put an end to idolatry.

The idea that penitence existed among non-Christian peoples raised the specter of demons, because the clergy believed that the Devil acted alongside all that was divine and mimicked God’s acts. Indeed, Pérez Bocanegra mentions the potato ritual in his thick tome dedicated to, “administering the natives of this kingdom.” Today, in Peru’s Ayacucho region, peasant farmers make simple offerings to the gods on All Souls’ Day (1 November). In a ceremony callxed aya uma tarpuy (sowing the head of the dead), a few coca leaves, llama fat and chicha are buried in the ground together with a seed potato in the hope that Pachamama, Mother Earth, will grant a bountiful harvest the following year. The name of the ceremony refers to the belief that the head can regenerate the body.

In other parts of the Peruvian highlands, people celebrate potato rituals in different ways. Farmers, particularly in the northern highlands (Callejón de Huaylas and part of the Callejón de Conchucos, department of Ancash) sow their fields in late August, initiating the agricultural cycle. This is a critical time of year in ceremonial terms, because it coincides with the tilling of fallow land, which disturbs the domain of Pachamama and sparks conflicts with the Uku Pacha.

During the Inca empire, unusual products of the harvest (such as twin potatoes or tubers that had grown together) were seen as good omens (Arriaga, 1968) and were regarded with reverence because people believed that they guaranteed the fertility of the fields. In colonial times, the Church fought in vain to stamp out the custom of keeping these potatoes. But this and other observances branded by the Spaniards as idolatry survived, and are still part of Peruvian folk religion.

THE POWER WITHIN

The finest observations of Andean idolatry are found in the Huarochirí tales, compiled by the priest Francisco de Ávila around 1600. Just as in the Popol Vuh of the Mayas (Recinos, 1963; Tedlock, 1966), these Huarochirí myths served as a sort of regional bible, assembling indigenous traditions that survived into colonial times (Salomon and Urioste, 1991).

One long tale at the start of Chapter Five recounts the myth of the god Huatya Curi, whose story is intimately tied to the potato. The meaning of his name is explained in the first lines of the story: “They say that fellow named Huatya Curi subsisted at the time just by baking potatoes in earth pits, eating them the way a poor man does, and people named him the Baked Potato Gleaner,” (Salomon and Urioste, 1991). The tale is a vivid account of the clashes between this god (son of the powerful god Pariacaca) and his brother-in-law who, seeing Huatya Curi dressed in rags, was reluctant to admit him as a member of the family. Huatya Curi accepted several challenges proposed by his jealous rival. First, they competed at drinking and dancing; then with clothing and adornments; then at capturing and taming pumas; and finally, at building and roofing a house as fast as possible.

Having triumphed in every contest, Huatya Curi – the potato eater – proposed the final challenge to his brother-in-law: to dance dressed in a blue kushma, or tunic, and a white huara, or loincloth. Huatya Curi waited for his rival to begin dancing. Then he entered the scene shouting, frightening his opponent and changing him into a deer. Analyzing the contest, one can see that Huatya Curi did not compete by showing himself to be a more skilled dancer, as might have been expected from a festive deity. Instead, he defeated his opponent using magic.

Huatya Curi is the personification of the potato. His power is masked by his lowly appearance, as he is covered with dirt and dressed in rags. But beneath the surface, he is full of surprises. Likewise, the potato comes from the inner world, but it is not inferior. It is characterized by the duality of the gods: they are both brilliant and obscure, but above all, they are powerful. From the intimacy of the soil, the potato speaks to its children, who in turn trust in it to maintain the balance of the worlds that make up the Andean universe.
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Now let the potato rest…

Potatoes dont have faces or crosses and are not Holy


On the streets…

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it’s so cold outside
i can feel the emptiness of the streets in my heart.
where have all those wonderful smiles gone?

it’s so cold outside
i can feel my heart spilling in the streets
oh the emptiness is so cold but
i’ll search for those lost smiles everyday.
and now that i’ve been left behind i find
the emptiness of my heart should be along the roadside
waiting for you to come out smiling comforting my heart
but like a car crash or exploding dynamite
i find myself torn apart and left out in the cold.

it’s so cold outside
i can feel the emptiness of the streets in my heart
where have all those wonderful smiles gone?
where have they all gone?
oh where have they gone?
out here it’s so cold when you’re all alone
it’s so so cold
so damn cold and empty out here all alone so..
please come warm me with your comforting smile
please just come warm my heart, so i can stay alive.

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