Dupa…

Posted on September 9, 2007 by Diana

In ultima vreme ma gandesc din ce in ce mai mult la Dijon. E ciudat pentru ca mi-e dor de un loc si nu de oamenii de acolo. As vrea sa mai umblu aiurea pe strazile inguste si intortochiate din acel oras, sa intru in Notre Dame si sa stau acolo minute in sir, sa stau pe iarba din campus… As vrea sa merg sa mai vad locul ala, sa fac din nou doar o ora si jumatate cu trenul pana in Paris si doua ore pana in Lyon. Acum as sti sa ma descurc in oras, as sti de unde sa cumpar mancarea la un pret mai mic, unde sa ies sa beau o bere si de unde sa cumpar chestii… Cu toate acestea nu as merge acolo pentru mai mult de doua saptamani. Locul e intr-adevar altfel, e civilizat, e curat dar in acelasi timp uneori e rece si pustiu.
E ciudat ca mi-e dor de el, mult timp l-am urat. Il uram cand era insorit si-mi aducea aminte de toamna de acasa, il uram iarna cand nu aveam cum sa ma plimb ca sa treaca timpul si l-am urat si dupa ce am plecat de acolo pentru ca ajunsesem acasa si eram inconjurata de oamenii de care mi-a fost dor. Cu toate acestea, in ziua in care am luat trenul sa merg in Lyon ca sa ma intorc acasa am stiut ca-mi va fi dor de acel loc dar nu si de oamenii de acolo. Sper sa mai ajung in Dijon intr-o zi…

As pleca acolo daca ai merge cu mine. Just say when…

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Severus Snape

Posted on September 6, 2007 by Diana

I always knew that Snape will get to care about Harry but I would have never guessed his reason.
I always thought that he believed in Harry and that he wanted him to become a great wizard. And no, I never for a second believed that he was a “bad-guy”, not even when he did that bad thing to Dumbledore. From all the characters he’s the one I like the most. Of course the movies had a huge influence on my perception upon this interesting person, as Alan Rickman does a great job in impersonating the “half-blood prince”.
There is a little devil here on my shoulder telling me to let out the ending of the 7-th book where Snape plays a very important part… but I don’t think I will. I can say that, in what he is concerned, the end is and is not surprising. I knew that a great deal of help for Harry would come from him but, as I said before, I never expected it would be like this. I did not find the details given in the last book corny, well, at least not the ones about Snape, because the ending is a little bit… but quite funny…
So, after carefully planning a blog entry about Harry Potter- the books, here I am writing about Snape because now I realized he’s the only thing that is stuck in my memory, the dearest, if I may say, person created by J.K Rowlling. So here I am writing about a story, because, even though both the books and the movies are successful, Harry Potter is in the end a story.

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Freaks

Posted on September 2, 2007 by Diana

Dintre toate cursurile din Franta mi-a ramas mai clar in minte doar unul si anume cel de Iconologie din modulul de Semiotica. A fost ceva de care am fugit la inceput, semiotica, dar pana la urma am facut modulul pentru ca semiotica de acolo e diferita de ceea ce am facut aici. La acest curs nu am facut altceva decat sa analizam mesajele din cele mai “ciudate” si neasteptate imagini ce pot fi folosite intr-un curs la o universitate. Ce mi-a ramas mie in cap: imaginea androgina, glam-rock-ul, chirurgia estetica, corpuri anorexice, Bjork, “Beautiful People” , anime-uri, filme indiene si nu in ultimul rand “Freaks.” M-am intors de la acest curs cu o lista lunga de filme pe care vroiam sa le vad. “Freaks” a fost printre cele pe care nu le-am gasit. Spre marea mea uimire l-am vazut asta noapte pe TCM. Filmul de 60 si ceva de minute e considerat horror iar la vremea lui a fost intr-adevar ceva extraordinar. Nu ar fi asa de impresionant daca protagonistii nu ar fi cat se poate de reali… Tod Browning a avut mari probleme din cauza acestui film. Mai mult de 30 de minute din varianta initiala au fost scoase, finalul i-a fost modificat de 3 ori si chiar si asa difuzarea filmului a fost interzisa in mai multe tari. Acum e considerat un clasic si unul dintre cele mai controversate filme din istoria cinematografiei. Ce pot sa spun e ca la prima vedere nu pare atat de extraordinar dar dupa ce am revazut cateva imagini am ajuns sa-l gasesc… disturbing. As vrea mult sa aflu ce alte teme va mai dezbate d-na Catherine Chenier la acest curs…

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Why did the chicken cross the road?!

Posted on September 1, 2007 by Diana

Rhapsody: To slay the mighty, great and glorious dragon which honourably bears the unholy symbol of the five flaming crossed swords!
Hammerfall: To come to the home of the brave!
My Dying Bride: To die alone and embrace the unescapable cold embrace of death on a cold, dark, misty autumn night… Its bloodied body is what I cling to…
Iron Maiden: It was afraid of the dark.
W.A.S.P.: To **** something.
Manowar: To fight side by side with Thor’s mighty minions!!! To rock, drink and ****… and be metalll!!! If the chicken is not into metal, it is NOT MY FRIEND!
Type O Negative: …
Slayer: To refuse this f**king rage, reject God and be baptized in blooood!!!
Korn: To get away from abusive parents.
Children of Bodom: Cuz it got more painful every time he died…
Annihilator: Chicken isn’t it frightening, chicken aren’t you scared…?
Yngwie Malmsteen: To unleash the f***ing furrrry!!!
Ozzy: Chicken gather in their masses… just like witches at black masses…
Metallica: To sue other chicken for crossing his road!
Cradle of Filth: RAAAAA RAAAAAAA GROOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU GREEEEEEEEEEEE CHICKEEEEEEEEEEEEEN GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Amon Amarth: To ride for vengeance, fight for honour, glory, die in fire!
Stratovarius: To hunt high & low!
Sonata Arctica: Chicken, my darling, i’m writing to you, tell me that you still love me, whore…
Helloween: To be friends with the other chicken! WEEEEE!
Misfits: To rape your mother and kill your baby today! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
Evergrey: It went in search of truth!
Saxon: Was it wearin denim? Wearin leather?
System Of A Down: For selfrighteous suicide
Cannibal Corpse: To to be slayed, butchered, ****ed, raped, strangled, for me to feast on its intestines!
Dream Theater: To look another way and not find it there
Immortal: To enter the necrotic frostbitten gates ofblashyrkh… mighty grim ravendark…
Bal-Sagoth: To enter the cosmic power in its vast void of empty nothingness and swoosh within the astralforces of the northern something.. BLODU OK JARNA!
Mayhem: To worship satan!
Arch Enemy: It needs your flesh…
Gamma Ray: You evil farmers! You!

Joe Satriani: “tiruli triruliliruliiiiiiiiiiiiii ChchchchchchtrilululilialuariaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAeeeeeeeeeeauauauauaua *solo*”
Dimmu Borgir: Chicken is war, chicken is pain, chicken is all you’ve ever slain, he is tears in your eyes,he’s the bringer of the blight…
Cruachan: It’s on the rocky road to Dublin!
Grave Digger: Chickenheart! almighty king, freedom it’ll bring! *bagpipes*krijeeesht*
Blind Guardian: Across the street it will believe!
(back vokal: Across the street it will believe!)
Venom: Chicken is in league with Satan!
H.I.M.: He wanted to join the other chicken in death.
Pantera: For he’s a f***in’ cowboy!

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A stupid summer cold made me think of…

Posted on August 31, 2007 by Diana

The room is cold, it’s nearly morning. Outside the darkness lurks between trees and behind the house. The sky has a weak shade of brightness, but still it is not strong enough. It’s exactly the time when shadows return under the beds and closets, when clothes fall back asleep and stop dancing around in the room. Two feet climb down from the bed and step on the cold floor. The Persian rug is worthless. The winer frost has dug it’s way under the house and from there into the wooden floor and thick woolen rug. The huge red terracotta stove holds a vague trace of heat from yesterday’s fire. The scent of a fir-tree covers the one of ashes. A rooster announces the dawn. Cold rays of light reverberate in the ornaments hung from the branches of a Christmas- tree. It’s the day before Christmas and there still is a lot to be done.
In the other room somebody had already lit the fire. As the door opens the smell of smoke that slipped from the little metal stove reaches and covers the scent of the room. Shortly after, the rooms are covered in the scent of toast and before it can diminish it’s already replaced by the scent of coffee.
The house empties in a few minutes, everybody is out working their ways around what seems to be an important day to come.
Outside the smoke from chimneys crawls nearly invisible towards the sky. You wouldn’t even know it existed if you hadn’t felt its scent in every breath. Apart from it, all you can feel is the frost against your face and the strong light of the sun reflected in the snow.
And in the middle of all this a blushing child dressed in red makes her way through the snow drifts pulling a sledge behind her and hopping happily towards the village’s boundaries.

There are 115 days left till Christmas.

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