Wednesday, 22 October 2008

A Statement


Someone once said: "One can choose to study fish or the environment they swim in". One should think at this point that this is precisely what social photography does. Capturing people and their behavior on a certain media, whether it's a digital sensor, a film negative or audio tape, tends to be just the tip of the iceberg, as far as human analysis and documentation is concerned.

In this twenty first century in which photography is available to absolutely anyone, the actions of taking pictures has become much better differentiated from the one of creating photographs. But how is it that one can take images that no one has taken yet, in this context where an images is merely a button away? I might say that observing the "water" in which humans "swim" becomes crucial to photographers and to me in particular. it is not my intention to criticize the action of man, but merely to observe it, and it's effects.

As mass manufacturing has grown to outstanding sizes, the casualness with which we discard of functioning objects for new, better or just different ones has been an constant fascination of mine. An explosion of consumption choices threatens, without a doubt current identity of the individual, forcing him to confine to a standard or perhaps an imaginary much desired social status.

The objects appearing in my still photographs are all, without exception, gathered from the street, undesired discarded items that may still serve their purpose for years to come. In a century of contrasts, where poverty so finely combines with opulence and luxury, the concept of recycling and reusing objects that still function has decreased dramatically to the level of a part-time subject of discussion. Constant fetishism surrounding products and trends offer an illusive sensation of well - being for the ones who can afford it, and nothing for the ones who struggle for a living. In my image i cannot but underline this action which, like in physics, will have an equal and opposite reaction.

indecision


Someone i used to know asked me today: "Is it better to get used to someone and live with them just because you got used to them or accept something new and exciting?"

I can't say it took me by surprise. I have asked myself that so many times. But all in all, the person you get used to and you care about will most likely be there for you unconditionally while someone new and exciting perhaps might think of you the same thing. New and exciting. When the excitement fades away, it will all crumble like a building made of cards. I suppose i can't give advice about anything since i can't even advise myself on almost anything. What do you think i should do? Can you give me a piece of advice? Please help me, i don't know what to do.

It seems that we hit against these kind of decisions everyday. Escaping ghosts, remembering summer days. What happened to those crazy summer days? Don't cry for yesterday and learn to survive in the big world. It's the advice i can give but i can't apply for myself...
Have a good day my reader.

Kind regards,
R.T.

The Third Person



Here is a preview image from the upcoming photography exhibition that we are preparing. On Consumerism and other Demons...

Friday, 17 October 2008

No-brainer

Now then, it seems the world has been quite made redundant by the on-going recession. It's been affecting the economy long enough to fuck things and to make me interested enough to write about it.

It's a normal and logical follow-up to the 9.11 event which carefully led the greatest nation of cunts in the world (commonly known as Americanus Imbecilis) into a spiraling paranoia regarding terrorism. Why would America have 12-13 trilion dollars in debt? It's a simple answer to this simple question... Let's try to do simple maths:

1 tank driven for 1 mile ... in Afghanistan ... costs USD 1000.
few hundred thousand tanks driven for few hundred thousand miles ... same location cost... few thousand of thousands of dollars
few hundred thousand soldiers for one day ... same location ... ammunition ... costs the rest of the money.

Furthermore, it seems that the country's shit idea of spending and spending and buying new phones and new everything, faster cars, bigger engines, more luxury, has managed the wonderful act of putting them in debt up to their neck, and even deeper in shit.

Unfortunately, all countries who thought America isn't such a bad country are floating around in the same shit, holding hands ans singing "Kumbaya". England, France, Germany, Slovakia, Latvia, Romania...etc. We all supported the country that spawned Metallica, cocaine and and slavery, but with this last action they fucked up. After ranting quite alot i will now leave you with this question:

"Why do you think Russia, China, Japan or India are not affected by the recession?"

Monday, 13 October 2008

This morning






went out for a stroll this morning through the old High Street and snapped a few pictures for my upcoming article about Rochester

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

Industrial





Went to the docks today, with the H1D to fool around, and caught some good images as well. Just so we are all clear, the camera is near impossible to shoot without tripod, mirror movement destroying every possible aspect of sharpness there is. I presume that it is not meant for press, just like the Horseman. No problem there. I can convince it to work for street photography if i have to.

Another downside of it is the ISO. ISO 100 is about as much as you can go, noise wise. ISO 200 is quite noisy and ISO 400 is a complete and utter disaster. I will post pictures of ISO 200 and 400 tests done with it but don't hope for much. Just as the H2D i tried last week, noise is a huge huge problem.

Another one that keeps bugging me is the display at the back. I saw the adverts before using it and showed a display that would make my 1Ds Mark 2 blush. Sadly enough, in real life, the quality of the display at the back of the 20000 quid camera is roughly the same as the one on my 20 quid Nokia 6170. And that is being nice. Still, if used in it's own environment it performs marvelous, being without doubt one of the best digital cameras there are. Studio work exclusively!

Also...


Well, i remembered, in a previous post i told you people something abut a sixty year-old stripper. Well, as promised, here is the shot of the happy birthday boy with one of the four riders of the Apocalypse (surely not Famine) behind him. Enjoy

Horseman image




As promised, Horseman images.

Monday, 6 October 2008

The four Horsemen

Actually, it was just two horsemen. Today i discovered the secrets of Daguerre, Talbot and Eastman images. Today we rented a couple of Horseman 4"x5" cameras, with 180 (equiv 50 on 35 mm) and 240 (equiv. 90 on 35 mm) and just horsed around with them in the studio. An expensive horsing around if i might add, having in view that for a pack of 25 slides one would pay an average of 20 quid.

Now then, it would be only fair to assume that i had no idea how to use the camera, so a pack almost was lost in tries and miserable failures, as in the case of the camera obscura. Still.. Practice makes perfect, or really dumb.

After spending a good deal of hours processing and scanning, the images that we were looking at defied all reasonable quality. We got to the point were we weren't sure if the little specs of dust were on the negative or on the actual clothes. At 100%, the image scanned, the size of a movie, was easily printed on an A1 paper, without any other modifications regarding quality. When we did a crop of a tenth part of the image and again tried to print it A1, a little quality damage showed, but only if you were in the position of knowing images and printing processes all too well so that you could notice the problem. Otherwise, breath-taking quality. Since sometimes goddamn Macs don't go together with some sites or with the ISP, i cannot upload an image to show, but soon will.

Being a first experiment, we only got FP4 films but, color and perhaps E6 processed film might follow when we have the funds. Presently, for my own personal project, i have purchased a Canon 1Ds Mark 2, which is due to arrive in a short while and which will pretty much complete my collection.

For now, the up and coming pieces of work i might do will surely be medium format, either the H1 or the Mamiya 7 II, or down the path of the H2D.
Not sure yet... But recent massive purchase of medium or large format films that i did (and by massive i mean.. massive) put me in the position of not really having funds for anything else but photography these days.

Perhaps the stubbornness regarding switching to digital for good might have something to do with my fund issues...

Thursday, 2 October 2008

Camera Obscura (or "Reasons to rearrange the furniture in your room")


As far as addictions go, for some of us photography just seems to top everything. Last few days have been very very dull. No parties, no drinking session, no girlfriends, no uni classes. Therefore it has come to my attention, as i was lying in bed like a vegetable that i am, that i still am in the possession of a fairly big amount of black cardboard and duck tape. Several hours later, the once peaceful and boring backyard view has been covered up with cardboard and tape, leaving only a small hole, the exact size of a 5p coin. The effect was spectacular (at least for me). I ave never actually thought that I'd finally build one.
The fun followed shortly. My ideas to photograph the room with the projection turned into an organizing hell when i noticed it's getting dark. After some thinking i decided: "Long exposures should do the trick!!!"
Like any other brilliant plan it failed miserably. But in a special kind of way that makes you wish you were stupid so at least had an excuse. I have decided: "we'll do this properly!"
I set the alarm on my phone one hour ahead, closed all doors and windows and sat on a chair next to the Canon 5D set on ISO 400, F4.0 on 24 mm. Result? a Completely obliterated image, mutilated by the huge noise you get in this kind of exposure. Furthermore, staying into a room in pitch black is not any one's cup of tea but i seemed to have rather enjoyed it. It made my room look bigger and confused all my senses. Like drugs. Only it's free :)).
Step two: (also known as the stubborn jackass phase): i knew very well that the image was crap but still, i loaded a 400 colour Fuji in the Hasselblad, put the 35 mm on and shot away one frame at an average time of two hours and 20 minutes. Results are due in a few days.
As far as reason goes, my room is alot more interesting now, I'll give you that much. The sun rises directly from my desk and sets somewhere in the trash bin (the trash bin was carefully positioned :)) ). Will expand the camera obscura and will write about it more. until then, this is my room.

Thursday, 18 September 2008

Back

So it seems we have returned to civilization. Internet connections, chemicals, the whole nine yards. So i promised i will write more often but time has not really been on my side. My apologies for that. In other, better news, we have, again changed headquarters to the place where cheese and Charles Dickens come from, Rochester. Lovely little town on the banks of the Medway river, with a big castle and a sunken submarine in the marina. Not much has been going on these days, save for the fact that i got the new Hasselblad H1D, and have been shooting roll after roll of film. Note to self, post some pictures as well. It's been fun, for those who wanted to know how i've been.
I am presently in discussions with Rochester Council to try and get funding and exhibition space for my "Silent Witness" project, which will escalate into an full - blown photo exhibition on a social theme, due in 8 weeks. Fun and all. G'day people.

Saturday, 6 September 2008

Last supper


It's a tradition by now in our family. Every time one of us leaves for a longer period of time, they have to cook. So it would seem it came to be my day. I call it the last supper just to take the piss out of religion. No connection whatsoever. Well maybe the background and the long hair. Sea food day. Worcestershire sauce. Pickled bamboo. Cocktail sauce. And family. It's the kind of thing that really makes you feel like you belong, just before you leave. A goodbye party in a manner, but only us. No tragedy, nobody's pushing daisies yet so fuck off. We watch a movie together and feel like home.
Tomorrow we'll be moving to a great new house with a big backyard and funny shaped bath tub. The view is better, the people are more civilized but hey it ain't exactly home. Some of the people here can't really be replaced, no matter the money, the cars or the girls. There's a yucky mushy way they get under your skin and can't get rid of them. Like that little puppy in the rain that you reaaly want to kick in the head, but end up with it home, explaining to the girlfriend why you have a fleabag roaming, pissing and shitting all over the place. And how the hell d'you get past security with a dog in student accommodation?
I suppose i'll be missing Lucky 13, Jo (am recalculat si nu esti singura. pff), Rammy, Huck, cab drivers, our lorries, trams and tube, people sleeping on the corner in funny positions, late nights with beer, Motoare, Cori, Ecs, Shtevia, Baricade, Off roading, the Land Rover, walking in the middle of the night on the river bank. that's about it. And Romanian cheese. Yeah, cheese. You fuck ups haven't got good cheese.

As the next post will be from another island, some good lyrics:

"So now it's over let the spot light fade
I hear the music slowly fade away
And now I find it hard to say good-bye
So I'll just say good night my friends"

Goodbye everybody,and to you my friends... goodnight

Friday, 5 September 2008

Why bother?


Last days home. Fuck it. Last day will start in a matter of minutes really. Summer's gone, like all good things. Although being a winter person has it's advantages, summers feels more like home. At least this one did for sure.
Met all of you lovely lads and ladies, spent time sharing stupid stories and all that, over a beer or whisky (in a bar where you can fucking smoke) and noticed one thing: Everyone, without exception tries to hold on to moments. Hold on to the summer, hold on to your love, hold on to your job.
Why bother? if you can't hold on to it, and you're not the only one who can't, maybe you'll manage to spark some electricity in that neuron of yours and figure out that probably, just probably, they weren't meant to be held on to. Hold on to a great party? Well the drunk sensation won't last and you sure as hell don't want to hold on to that for too long if you want to live to be in your fourties, but you know, the morning after everybody'll be taking the piss out of the night or some poor bastard who got really really rat-assed and ended up sleeping with his head in the toilet or worse. All you get is memories mate, and pictures if you're lucky. Well that and a few scars or bruises if you don't duck accordingly or have balance problems.
Tonight we went out probably for the last time, with a friend. We were sitting like a bunch of idiots, staring at a fresh orange juice and a mineral (hand-demineralized) water, making small talk. It's always like that before you leave for a long period of time. Gets you in a dodgy mood, like a sad puppy caught in the rain. And then you figure out:
Know what? the puppy's still alive. Could have been run over by a truck or could have eaten poison. So enjoy the rain and pray for something good to happen.


Long bloody post that was

Monday, 1 September 2008

Abandoned


S.T.A.L.K.E.R Clear Sky

Monday, 25 August 2008

Wedding

This weekend i participated in a wedding. For those of you who are unfamilliar with the ceremony, it stands as the last legal type of slavery. Even so, the whole event shed new light on how people spend their last day as free men.

The event took place at the Malancrav Mansion (for those of you who have any detour throughout Transylvania, i strongly recommend a visit), with a traditional church ceremony, some strange rites of passage of Saxon heritage, that involved blocking the road with a string, on which rugs were hung and a price was negotiated for safe passage of the convoy and many more.

The kicker was the evening at the mansion, which was properly documented, taking into account the fact that the groom was a photographer as well as half of the guests :)) Perhaps, for those of you with high romantic hopes of meeting a non-alcoholic, non-smoking, non-drug using Prince Charming, there's still hope. For the rest of us, enjoy the ceremonies. It's the last time you'll see them smile benevolently.

Thursday, 22 May 2008

The Geography of an Exam from a student’s point of view

6:00 – waking up, assessing the beyond-critical situation. Heart burning, stomach churns and general feeling of weakness or fainting
6:15 – getting ready. Taking papers, pens, notes to put in various places for inspiration, as if you’re allowed with the whole library in the exam room
6:30 – realizing the uselessness of the event that occurred at 6:15. Re-evaluating the situation and taking just one pen and a few papers.
6:40 – setting off so that you’d get on time, before others so you can sit in a good place, behind somebody who knows more shit than you… that is, anyone at all to say the least.
7:15 – getting to the exam room and realizing that all of the seats you wanted are already taken by people who know far less than you do and have been in the exam room since half past five in the morning. Last choice, sit in front without possibility to copy or chat to anyone who might help you pull through a D-
8:00 – the teacher and the supervisor/s enter the room (first reactions of the students: stirring, anxiousness, various information regarding close relatives, especially mothers of the teachers closely linked to public nudity or rape)
8:01 – handing of the subjects
8:01:30 – reactions (again, closely linked to mothers, luck, physical harm and death)
8:02 – “I think it’s time to hand in the exam. Should we stay a bit more just for the sake off it?”
8:30 – Calamity plan : write anything you can think about, even if it’s not on the subject, perhaps you’ll get a passing grade
8:31 – finished writing everything
8:32 – Calamity plan reloaded – self-encouragement (“I shouldn’t worry, I think everyone is doing the same thing”)
10:00 – Time for the exam is up. Handing in the papers to the examining teacher, with a smile that is closely correlated with the first two reactions. The smoking area is governed by the question : “ how did you do? “ with answers closely linked to reproduction organs of the male homo sapiens sapiens.
10:30 – saying goodbye to everyone, with notes like “I didn’t want to come to this stupid university anyway, I’d have been better off doing something else”

Thursday, 15 May 2008

Quote i came across

“Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.”

T. E. Lawrence , The Seven Pillars of Wisdom.

(To Stefan. Pretty much you'll get the point of the quote)

Monday, 12 May 2008

The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living

Damien Hirst’s “The physical impossibility of death
In the mind of someone living”


Art has developed throughout time at the same pace as human evolution. From the cave drawings in Africa dating back 25 000 years to modernism and postmodernism, art has been shaped and has helped shape the world we live in. Furthermore it has been a source of infinite questions and variable and uncertain answers regarding its use, its influence on culture and way of life, its quality and manner of appreciation. Perhaps its slippery and uncertain nature, permanently evolving, changing and contradicting it’s self has left most people in the position of not being able to define it and an entity.

Damien Hirst, born 1965, is a British artist who works with installations. He went to study at the Goldsmith College, during which time he had a series of exhibitions, of which “Freeze” was one of the most noted. One of his first big breakthroughs was an installation entitled “A thousand years” which featured a rotting cow’s head, a number of flies and an insect-o-cutor. The whole purpose was the creation of a small life cycle, where the tiny insects would fly around the cow’s head, lay eggs which would hatch, then new insects fly around the steel and glass box, reproduce and lay eggs, after which they would finally run into the insect-o-cutor and die. This work was an instant hit, being bought by Charles Saatchi, who later on was the financial support for the artist and his creations. His work has been focused mostly on death, not as much as the event it’s self but the side effects of ending life, the possibilities that arise from death, the exploration of the body and the anti-thesis of life and death. This installation, together with “The physical impossibility of death in the mind of someone living” and a few others comprised the body of work that would bring him the Turner Prize in 1995, after he was nominated for the second time.

Installations of the kind that Hirst uses have been introduced sometime before the middle of the 20th century, as part of the Fluxus movement, which was a subcategory of conceptual art. Following Marcel Duchamp’s “Fountain” statement, art has suffered from a series of modifications, of which, the most important was the fact that, as Le Witt states in his “Sentences of Conceptual Art”:

“Rational judgements repeat rational judgements. Illogical judgements lead to new experiences”

What the quote was trying to emphasise at that point in time, was the fact that the long period of descriptive art has ended, and now artists have entered a world where the idea is king. No longer will there be need for the perfection in manufacturing the work of art as much as there will be a demand for ideas that will dazzle, confuse and entertain people with the use of new materials, new processes and last but not least, new rules.

One of the most prominent of Damien Hirst’s work has been “The impossibility of death in the mind of somebody living” which featured a 17-foot tiger shark suspended in a tank of formaldehyde. Like most of his works, it was displayed as a vitrine, trying to isolate the concept of art into an airtight space that would be timeless, and although available for anyone’s analysis, unavailable for a thorough understanding. This would refer to works like “Love’s paradox”, “Lost love” or “Mother and Child divided”. “The impossibility of death in the mind of someone living” was unveiled at the Saatchi Gallery in 1992, together with “A thousand years”.

Coming from a conceptual art background, Hirst tried to impress with this first attempt that critics called “pickled shark” or “£50 000 for fish without chips” but reactions, as any conceptual art object would get, were very contradictory. A simple and basic analysis of the name would lead you to only think that, because of the position of the shark, it’s wide-open mouth and the fact that it’s in a tank, recreating the natural environment that the predator lives in, forced the viewer to take into account the impossible probability of the beast still being alive.

Now the first problem that comes into mind is “What did the artist actually do?” It is quite obvious that he didn’t actually catch the animal, nor built the cage, because as the artist himself stated, Charles Saatchi funded the whole project. So, since the whole project was fully and undeniably dependent on technology and outside people and Hirst had very little involvement in the actual production of the piece, can he be considered artist only for being the father of the unusual idea? Also, another point of view on the name would be the complex insight that Hirst has on death, and the underlining of the fact that humanity still cannot fully understand the act of dying and the events that occur with the person after death. Like most of His work, the names that Hirst gives to his installations are strange and uncommon, forcing the viewer to find a connection between the work and the name (This was also the case with his first exhibition, Freeze, where the work presented were a bunch of coloured dots named after chemical elements of medicinal pills from every and any drug store).

“The impossibility of death in the mind of someone living” was in it’s self a simple but effective concept. The vitrines that have by now become his trademark housed a rare sight for an ordinary person. To some extent, the work’s design can pretty much be the key to it’s immense success. The fact that he decided to use the limitating concept of vitrines somewhat traces back to J. Beuys and his own vitrine installations in the 1960’s. Quite curious that they should use the same installation methods, even if Hirst’s are far more radical, since Beuys was the person who stated the fact that “Anyone can be an artist”. From his exhibitions and actions in the art world a first conclusion of Hirst’s art would be that it has the tendency to follow the Fluxus concepts, of which Beuys was a prominent figure, if not the most prominent one, which stated in their manifesto that they would:

“ Promote living art, anti-art, promote non-art reality to be grasped by all people, not only critics, dilettantes and professionals”

Why should a container with a pickled shark be a form of art? And immediately the anti-question arises: “Why not?”. The main purpose of art is to transmit feelings, informations, thoughts or fears. Perhaps some artists used the opportunity of being able to work with a practically infinite range of media to send out strong reactions through visually shocking the viewer. Some would state that this activity is not art, but then what is it? In the world of conceptual art, paintings like the ones by On Kawara, of dates and newspaper clippings or Mel Ramsden’s black painting entitled “Secret painting” are art. So can the shark. Perhaps there have been trends throughout the 20th century that suppressed some form of expressing oneself through a certain media in favour of another, but, as years went on, the survival of each current would be judged by its quality in the final art product and its ability to reinvent and question its self in order to keep public interest at a constant rate and not fade away.

“The impossibility of death in the mind of someone living” cannot but be considered a piece of art. Looking at the idea of putting the tiger shark in the vitrine, I tried to find an explanation. One of the interesting things is why have a tiger shark in the tank? Tiger-sharks are not common at all in the UK area, mostly being found in the southern hemispheres, off the coasts of Central and South America, Africa, Asia and northern half of Australia. UK’s coasts are home to about 21 species of sharks of which hammerheads, porbeagle (which is the most common), blue shark and rarely Great Whites. The tiger shark used for Damien Hirst’s installation was caught off the coast of Australia by a contracted fishing boat and shipped over to England for the price of, then, £6000. Research into the shark’s lifespan and habits showed an interesting fact. Because it is such an aggressive predator, it has the tendency to attack almost anything, resulting in accidental swallowing of car parts, fire extinguishers and various other man-made items, which led to it being called “the ocean’s trashcan”. Now the question that arises from this fact is whether Hirst was aware of this feature of the animal when he contracted the boat to fish it out from the other side of the globe.

Another reason for choosing this particular species could have been its sheer size. The fact that the viewer, who was in a very formal and limitating space ( that of the gallery ), was put face to face with one of ocean’s deadliest animals, who survived for tens of thousands of years because of its simple but effective nature, basic understanding of the world around it and pure and extreme aggressivity, could have been another logical reason for the choice. It somewhat resembles a simple explanation of the world we live in, where one feels safe mainly because he encloses possible threats and dangers in a sealed container.

It is quite obvious, as previously mentioned, that Hirst made exhibiting in vitrines a trademark. Now we are faced with the question “Why vitrines? And why not some other ways of exhibiting such objects?”. Not going away from “The physical impossibility of death in the mind of someone living” we turn towards some of his vitrine-based exhibits that did not contain liquids, exhibits like “Concentrating on a Self-Portrait as a Pharmacist”, “ The Aquired Inability to Escape ” or “ The Asthmatic Escaped ”. Why would the use of vitrines be necessary? The explanation would be isolation. As Michael Collington stated in his book “Blimey”

“Nowadays […] the nothing look would be good. Today someone else might easily do the Silk Cuts (referring to the ashtray full of cigarette butts used in “The Aquired Inability to Escape “) and ashtray without the vitrine, and everybody would be able to tell it’s some kind of art”

Hirst has also exhibited some other work which had absolutely nothing to do with vitrines or installations, like “Authopsy with sliced human brain ”, “Lost Love” or his most recent, most expensive and most talked about piece, “For the Love of God”, the £22 million mould of an 18th century skull, covered with 8601 diamonds from non-conflict areas. At this point, it is without doubt that he can only be considered a mixed media artist.

Until not so long ago, artists would work in one single media, these kind of artists that express themselves through a wide range of mixed media were quite rare. Like the founder and first Director of the Bauhaus, Walter Gropius stated:

“The old dualistic world-concept which envisaged the ego in opposition to the universe is rapidly losing ground. In its place is rising the idea of universal unity in which all opposing forces exist in a state of balance”

This was one of the revolutions that would change the public’s views on mixed media artists, giving them the freedom that lies with expressing themselves through various forms of art depending on the subject they wish to portray or the I feeling they want to transmit.

Furthermore, his whole body of work stands against some of the avant-garde theories. Even if it is governed by individualism, less in it’s conceiving than in its viewing, analysis and critique, Hirst’s work stands against the theory that Burger fathered:

“ When art and the praxis of life are one, when the praxis is aesthetic and the art is practical, art’s purpose can no longer be discovered, because the existence of two distinct spheres (art and the praxis of life) that is constitutive of the concept of purpose or intended use has come to an end ”

In this particular case, the body of work has very little to do with the praxis of life that avant-gardistes hailed, being ermetic towards it. It goes without saying that, even if the work is difficult and rather complex in it’s simplicity, it provides the viewer with a good baggage of emotions that can be contradictory at times but it comes down to a simple and rather logical conclusion to what does one conceive as art and that is:

“If it makes you think, it’s art”

Friday, 4 April 2008

...

somehow i miss the good things. it always turns out that the things that appear to be most important fade away with time. happened a couple of times so i should rather hang on to this one. the times when the adrenaline rush kicked in, the times when the pedal was to the metal, the times where we almost crossed the border between life and death were our greatest. limits make us see the things around us in a different perspective, things like fighting, killing, wars, parties, drinking. the link between them is so subtle and so glorious, not even the most cunning minds can grasp their full relationship. but then again, who are we to judge, another speck of dust in the world. hold on to what you believe in most and see where it leads you. i will just hold on to you to see if you lead me down the path i want to go...

NATO

Just out of curiosity, why would NATO want to have the stupid summit in Bucharest? another chance to show how incapable is Romania of dealing with this kind of situations and how police can easily and without remorse block any manner of human rights on command? we have a lovely country. Pity it is filled with incompetents.