We're sitting on our ass, lying on the grass cause we've got free money...

Colega mea de camera ma deprima enorm... Just like that... Okay, okay, poate suntem in sesiune si tre' sa invatam... dar ea invata incontinuu... dupa ce a invatat non-stop tot anul... that is all she does... I mean, sunt unele momemte cand pur si simplu nu poti sa inveti si mai citesti si tu o carte, un blog... mai o arzi dubious intr-un bar... ea nu... ea o sa fie un inginer perfect, asa cum ne vrea INSA... si eu nu pot sa invat cand o vad cu sta la birou si face aceleasi exercitii over and over again... Asa ca mi-am luat laptopul, tigarile si Beigberderu' si m-am carat pe pajiste... cel putin aici nu trebuie sa ascult muzica la casti ca o deranjeaza pe ea si nu trebuie sa o aud cum se plange ca nu ii ies problemele... sincer, a mea colega de camera are grave tulburari psihice... in comparatie cu ea, I'm disturbingly normal...

In alta ordine de idei, se pare ca pe 21 iunie, in campusul iubitei mele universiti vor canta Nouvelle Vague... and, as a bonus, sunt inca in Lyon pe 30 iunie, cand o sa cante Joan As Police Woman in deshidere la Antony and The Johnsons... and no, I'm already home when Lou Reed will be singing... adicatelea pe 3 iulie...

OOOO.o yeah...

Azi ma culc devreme... ca un future engineer cuminte ce sunt... Adica, in fine... nu o sa adorm imediat... citesc ceva mai intai... nitel Beigbeder... si maine ma scol devreme... la sapte... tot ca un future engineer cuminte... si o punem pe un invatat la fizica... un dielectric, un gradian, o bobina self, o inductanta, un condensator, niste potentiale...Ah, amuse-toi bien, Nancy!...

Tiny Paintings...

The heat is killing me and so is the rain... I'm having problemes adjusting to the idea of exams... They can all fook off... My laptop's mocking me... my Winamp refuses to play more than one song... And I still don't understand why fruit tea was invented... as I see it, the only kinds of tea that should exist are Earl Grey, classic stuff, Ceylan, English tea... the hell with camomille, fruits, peppermint and other such herbal shite... I say "5 o'clock tea to the world!"... haute-courture cookies included...

Arsenal v. Stoke City

"What are you thinking about?" she asks.
At this point I lie. I wasn't thinking about Martine Amis or Gerard Depardieu or the Labour Party at all. But then, obsessives have no choice; they have to lie on occasions like this. If we told the truth every time, then we would be unable to maintain relationships with anyone from the real world. We would be left to rot with our Arsenal programmes or our collection of original blue-label Stax records or our King Charles spaniels, and our two-minute daydreams would become longer and longer until we lost our jobs and stopped bathing and shaving and eating, and we would lie on the floor in our own filth rewinding the video again and again in an attempt to memorise by heart the whole of the commentary, including David Pleat's expert analysis, for the night of 26th of May 1989. (you think I had to look the date up? Ha!). The truth is this: for alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.
(Nick Hornby - Fever Pitch)

Don't know why, but I somehow know what he's talking about...

The Art Teacher

"I’d still love to be on ‘Oprah’ and, you know, have them visit my crib or whatever.”

They come in pairs....

While Klaxons are ploting a new album and Strokes are.. well, I don't know what they're doing... anyway... they're both taking out new vids... Klaxons for their new single "It's Not Over Yet" (the single includes as bsides the justin timberlake 'My Love' cover on cd and a new song 'The Night' on 7" vinyl...) and Strokes a new version for "You Only Live Once"...

Strokes - You Only Live Once




Klaxons - It's not Over Yet


and as a bonus... a reindeer...o.O... aka Jamie Reynolds of Klaxons...

Idealistic

I love this song for it's strange energy... for the summer feel it has... for the chorus... for the fact that it makes me wanna jump real high whenever I hear it... for the hand claps... and for the beautiful video...


Digitalism - Pogo.mp3

I didn’t mean to do it, but I just have to…

… Write about my university (after almost ten months, you kinda need to...) … Which is in fact (en effet) not a university… why? Cause nous sommes français and in France (içi) a university is something with a wider approach on teaching and learning blah blah… No, this is what they call ‘grande ecole’ (high school you mean?). Here, they mock you with their bloody system…Because, you see, dear reader, to be in a ‘grande ecole’ you have to do a ‘cycle preparatoire’… oh, dear… quickie… I forgot to introduce my grande ecole… Institut National de Sciences Appliqués… Insa… if you manage to get through the 5 years of Insa, you get to be an engineer… So, as I was saying… usually, les cycles preparatoires are not part of the grande ecole…you do them before and then you get into a grande ecole… Insa has it as a part of it… now, what exactly is a ‘cycle prepa’? Well, it is something like a high school…ah, desolée… lycee, car nous sommes française… just that you have to work all the time (morning, day and night, how New Order would say). If you don’t work, you get a 5/20… if you do work, you get a 10/20… Insa will basically be the death of you… You have to figure things mostly by yourself… and work, because that’s what an engineer has to do… work work work (maybe sleep) (sorry, Rakes, no pub and no club – prietenii stiu de ce- engineers must has no free time to party). After you’ve worked like a mule… you get to pass this sort of mid-term… yes, normal universities have mid-terms… they usually take place all in the same time, nice and neat… here you have them spread through out the whole semester… these test have been brilliantly named ‘INTERROGATION”… more commonly know as interro… when you have such a thing, you DO NOT have time to think.. You should’ve worked enough in order to apply standard patterns of exercise solutions… like a perfect future-engineer who do things like a little perfect machine… de plus/moreover, these interros are designed so that you do not have the time to finish … Still licking yr wounds after such a massacre, you head towards the wonderful travaux practiques (physiques and chemistry… a true joy) aka the experiments… this turn into a true holocaust… as a foreigner, it is the first time you do it… and you have to do it with a French person… the little prick who’s gonna be yr co-TP is familiar with the horrid techniques… they’ve already dome this at lycee… wankers! The truly fun part is the ‘cahier de TP’… you have to write down what you did during the three hours of sheer hell… and you get graded… and then, they heavily amuse themselves by making you pass a test… you have to do one TP all by yrself… go figure… The fun part comes when you actually think you know… guess what, you don’t! (such a cliché, but so true…)… Il faut que tu bosse plus… Mais je peut plus… Hein? Ah, on s’en fiche… Then you get one week of final exams… each semester… when you work you arse out and still get a mediocre grade… nothing new there… If you didn’t find this frustrating enough, wait till you get to yr language class… because at Insa you have to have 6 hours of sciences d’humanite… I don’t care what the French do during these 6 hours, I am here as a foreigner… so, as a foreigner… if you suck at French, you do 6 hours of French… pas d’probleme… if you have 4/2 hours of French or if you are so good that you don’t have to do French, you do English… it’s a must… and you usually get frustrated… cause you are not English, thus cannot speak as well as an English person, thus the maximum you get as a grade is 15… Bite me! … the true and outstanding entertainment starts for 2 to zero hours of French…you get to do ‘communication’(also known as ‘stupidisation’) with the French… and you have this huge amount of presentations and you end up being fed up with life… however, I cannot guarantee for this one, I have 4 hours… I am sure there are more thrills to come next year… however, right now I still have about 15 more exams… the first is on Friday and is in chemistry… well, it’s thermodynamics… so it’s more like physiques… ah, ça me soule... and I think I smoked a little too much this evening… I need some decent sleep… maybe some foot therapy…

A little late....

In New York Times....

"CANNES, France, May 27 — The message from the Cannes Film Festival juries was clear: Romania rules.


....Additionally the jury for Un Certain Regard, a sidebar to the main competition, gave its highest honor to “California Dreamin,’ ” a first feature by Cristian Nemescu set in Romania during the Kosovo war of 1999. It was a poignant victory, because Mr. Nemescu died in an automobile accident last year at the age of 27."

So... why is this the first time I read about this?

sONIC bLUES

Adun franturi de conversatii... Fac asta de cand ma stiu... Cel mai mult imi placea sa scriu cu stiloul asta pe copertiile cartilor... acum stiloul nu mai imi place si all I crave for is a book care sa imi zica 'Nu ma lasa din mana'... stau si ma intreb totusi daca ar fi mai bine asa... Raspunsul e intotdeauna 'Nu'... Ce vrei sa spui? Well, can you spell 'nonsense'? No... Se apropie sesiunea... si tot ce imi doresc e sa stau intinsa pe pajistea din fata batimentului meu si sa ascult Patrick Wolf... dar pajistea e prea uda... Nu am chef... dar cine ar avea? Hai, test de imaginatie... Picture my perfect red nails and oversized bags in a factory... You can't, now can you? Am din cand in cand cosmaruri... visez ca incerc sa dezlipesc de pe perete posterul de la gigul Rapturer si el se rupe in bucatele... Simt cum imi cad in cap rafturile verzi de deasupra patului, rafturi pe care's insirate cu minutiozitate atatea nimicuri... Nimicuri pe care o sa trebuiasca la vara sa le inghesui in cutii... all my cds, all my books, all my mags, all my posters, all my empty Coke cans filled with poetry... Nimicuri carora o sa trebuiasca sa le gasesc in septembrie alte locuri carefully piced in noua camera... Mai am doar o intrebare... Cum mama naibii cari un semn mare de interzis prin campus fara sa te fara administratorii batimentelor?

Audioshelf...

I had this carefully planned order of the books I want to read and still haven't... they had a number assigned and I had to read them in the order... 1 2 3 4 5s dance to the b.e.a.t... *must note that most are in French as I bought them here...*

1. Bukowski's 'women'... started it, but just as soon as my Modest Mouse obsession passed so did the desire to read this writer... and the French version is not helping me...

2. Orwell's 'animal farm'... finnished it last night... great book...

3.Apollinaire 'Amorurile unui print'... You know that song from Of Montreal "Art Snob Solution?"... If you don't, then listen to it... it mentions Apollinaire, so, naturally, I wanted to read this guy's work...

4. Burroughs 'Soft Machine'... or how the French put it "La machine molle"... I love burroughs too much for this book to linger around for too long... I give it a week...

5. Vian 'L'automne a Pekin'... god, i really want to read it... it's been in my room for 10 months... and I always forget I have it...

6. Ballard 'Kingdom come'... did not retain the french translation of the name... and please, guess who got me into this writter...

7.Pynchon 'v'... there are two books by Pynchon that one can find in Romania and France... this one and 'the crying of lot 49'... the latter is fab...

8.Truman Capote's 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'... i must read it... it also happens to be in english, so...

9.Kundera 'L'art du roman'... always wanted to read Kundera... so just picked a book randomly from a bookstore...

10. Hornby 'Fever Pitch'... one of the Hornby books I did not read... just started it...

11.Ballard 'Millenium People'... english... the rest is just like no. 6

12.Beigbeder 'Vacances dans le coma'... it's just lying there... and it's so sort

13.Garcia Marquez '100 ans de solitude'... yes, I know... i am lame...

14.Coe 'Testament a l'anglaise'... original 'What A Carve Up!'...he happens to me my fave writter... read all his books... except this one... however, it's this huge thingy... written in small font... and the prospect of reading something like that in french does not brigthen my day...

15.Nothomb 'les catilinaires'... the only book by Nothomb i did not read... loved the other ones... so i am eager to see how thid one is...

anyho'... I never do things how I've planned...so... I say screw this list... Hornby's gonna be off it by tuesday and Burroughs and Ballard are in danger...

Oh, deary me!

adinutza: on a le palme d'or
nancy boyo: what?
adinutza: mungiuuuu
adinutza: a luat palme d'or!!!!!!
nancy boyo: aaaa

se pare ca, once in a while... in franta se iau si decizii bune...

This is brilliant

Domnul Consul (remember the 'Grand Trou' photo?) shared it with us via mess... I'ma share it with you via my blog... This is even better than a French car...

I Think I Saw You In An Ice-cream Parlour

When I was a kid I thought he was dead... and I was completely fascinated by him... I once watched a movie on tv just because he was in it... Can't remember the name though...

Ground control to major tom
Ground control to major tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to major tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff

This is ground control to major tom
Youve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is major tom to ground control
Im stepping through the door
And Im floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do

Though Im past one hundred thousand miles
Im feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much she knows

Ground control to major tom
Your circuits dead, theres something wrong
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you....

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do.

Blaga de real...

Functiile la o petrecere... orgie, curgea bautura...alea alea... doar exponentiala statea suparata intr-un colt... vine la ea prietena ei buna, logaritmica.
"ce ai mah, exponentialo? de ce nu vii cu noi?"
"pai sunt suparata ca nu reusesc sa ma integrez...."

Actually, We're French...

Courtesy of Domnul Consul....

We Are Americans Here....

Hm... tomorrow, I have the oh-so-difficult TOEFLI(the TOEFL for institutions...)... oh, deary me... I'm in two minds about this... Should I haunt down the cute Brit and tell him I need some help with my English? *batts eyelashes*

Art Snob Solutions

Somewhere between pop aesthetics and strong experimental scents… that’s where you’ll be bound to find Of Montreal... To be honest, they have the same weapons as Flaming Lips or Fiery Furnaces… Hailing from Athens, Georgia and named after a failed romance Kevin Barnes (the leader) had with a woman from Montreal, the band is a part of the Elephant 6 Collective. Discretely, these guys made a name for themselves with quirky, lo-fi, twee songs with a psychedelic touch. Then came 04’s ‘Satanic Panic in the Attic’ with a slightly more electronic sound (God, ‘Disconnect the Dots’ is just fabulous). “Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?” follows this line… Disco keyboards and psychedelic guitars tickle your ears… just that now the lyrical direction differs. The previous albums were full of humorous situations. The new album is more personal and darker… its lyrics revolve around depressions, paranoia, neurosis… it is so complex it scares you... it is hard to tell what direction it will take after the next chorus… in its schizophrenia, it creates Beatles-esque refrains (‘Sink the Seine’), Prince-a-like pop (‘Faberge Falls For Shuggie’), (what seems to be) innocent electro-pop ( ‘Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse’) and stylistic landmarks (‘The Past Is A Grotesque Animal’)… And it’s shinning a ghostly, surreal light… just like a weird dream that haunts you…

Of Montreal - The Past Is A Grotesque Animal

Ah... la classe...

*i'ma do a little French talk right now, so excuse me...*


ah, mais regardez-le... ah...la classe... l'attitude... le style... il est trop con... Il est James de Klaxons... et il porte un tee-shirt avec Dr. Dre (comme d'hab... je fait de la merde et je mets de n'importe quoi avec ces mecs sur mon blog... il faut que je m'arrete... c'est pas drole... pour les autres, bien sur... moi, je m'amuse bien.... )

aaaaand, a little bonus to drool all over the downloads window... it was bound to happend... it is fantastic... it's the clash of the stars... you'll be saying 'use me, show me the jacuzzi'.... trop con....

The Chemical Brothers feat Klaxons - All Rights Reversed

1. Placebo

2. Modest Mouse

3. The Strokes

4. Jesus and Mary Chain

5. Guided By Voices

6. Pavement

7. Broken Social Scene

8.Wolf Parade

9. Justice

10. Destroyer


This week I've been caught between Canadian stuff, 80s indie, my old passions and some electro stuff... finally got a good listen of Pavement... fucking great... and can't get my ears off Modest Mouse's 'Bukowski'... started reading Bukowski cause of it...