luni, octombrie 29, 2007
vineri, octombrie 26, 2007
A fost odata...
Nicolae Dobrin - poet, fotbalist, giscan (1947-2007)
Traian Ungureanu
In mod evident si inexplicabil, Nicolae Dobrin a jucat fotbal cu o usurinta care sugera perfectiunea si nepasarea. Cu acel dezinteres suveran si cu acea desavirsire subita pe care le are numai versul scaparat de genii in epopei culte sau in cintecele fara perdea ale mahalalei. Misterul lui Nicolae Dobrin era intens si hipnotic. Fotbalul trecea repede, in jerbe orbitoare. O pasa magnetica si ironica. Un dribling abia schitat si de neinteles pentru fudasii care cadeau, posac si mirati, precum un sac de carbuni. Raminea, in schimb, ca o intoxicatie florala, un miros intens de poezie pura. Din acest motiv, faptele de arme ale lui Nicolae Dobrin sint aproape imposibil de povestit.
Ce ne-a dat Dobrin e mult peste golul furios din meciul Cehoslovacia sau golul scirbit si vicios din meciul cu Dinamo sau golul lent si boltit din meciul cu Ungaria. Nu. Toate aceste minuni se sting in fata claritatii cu care Dobrin a spus, mereu, unul si acelasi lucru: fotbalul e un joc, iar jocul si joaca sint cele mai frumoase lucruri din lume. Dobrin era gratuit, intr-un fel, care a incurajat, in toti cei ce au avut norocul sa-l vada, credinta in puterea si autonomia creatiei. Dobrin a fost pagubos. Dar asta numai dupa calculul terestru al epocilor meschine si marunte. Traim intr-o asemenea epoca. Dobrin n-a jucat la nici un Campionat Mondial si ar fi putut juca la unul singur, in 1970. A trecut peste asta cu detasarea geniului care priveste de sus zbirciturile de lut ale lumii pamintesti. Avea treaba. Trebuia sa joace si pentru asta erau de-ajuns o minge si un maidan. Oriunde: in Trivale, pe Népstadion, pe Republicii sau in curtea casei. Pe Bernabeu, la Real, unde a fost visat si dorit, ca intr-o fantasma erotica, n-a jucat, pentru ca vremurile erau timpite, ticaloase si nu pricepeau o iota de poezie.
Nicolae Dobrin, Giscanul, Para si tot siragul de porecle iubitoare pe care il purta in jurul gleznei, a fost un om destept. Caci omul nu s-a speriat de nimic si a mers pe drumul lui leganat de geometrii bizare pina la capat. Si de asta am plins, astazi de dimineata. Am stiut ca adolescenta mea si a tuturor celor ce ne-am imbatat cu Dobrin s-a terminat.
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Traian Ungureanu
In mod evident si inexplicabil, Nicolae Dobrin a jucat fotbal cu o usurinta care sugera perfectiunea si nepasarea. Cu acel dezinteres suveran si cu acea desavirsire subita pe care le are numai versul scaparat de genii in epopei culte sau in cintecele fara perdea ale mahalalei. Misterul lui Nicolae Dobrin era intens si hipnotic. Fotbalul trecea repede, in jerbe orbitoare. O pasa magnetica si ironica. Un dribling abia schitat si de neinteles pentru fudasii care cadeau, posac si mirati, precum un sac de carbuni. Raminea, in schimb, ca o intoxicatie florala, un miros intens de poezie pura. Din acest motiv, faptele de arme ale lui Nicolae Dobrin sint aproape imposibil de povestit.
Ce ne-a dat Dobrin e mult peste golul furios din meciul Cehoslovacia sau golul scirbit si vicios din meciul cu Dinamo sau golul lent si boltit din meciul cu Ungaria. Nu. Toate aceste minuni se sting in fata claritatii cu care Dobrin a spus, mereu, unul si acelasi lucru: fotbalul e un joc, iar jocul si joaca sint cele mai frumoase lucruri din lume. Dobrin era gratuit, intr-un fel, care a incurajat, in toti cei ce au avut norocul sa-l vada, credinta in puterea si autonomia creatiei. Dobrin a fost pagubos. Dar asta numai dupa calculul terestru al epocilor meschine si marunte. Traim intr-o asemenea epoca. Dobrin n-a jucat la nici un Campionat Mondial si ar fi putut juca la unul singur, in 1970. A trecut peste asta cu detasarea geniului care priveste de sus zbirciturile de lut ale lumii pamintesti. Avea treaba. Trebuia sa joace si pentru asta erau de-ajuns o minge si un maidan. Oriunde: in Trivale, pe Népstadion, pe Republicii sau in curtea casei. Pe Bernabeu, la Real, unde a fost visat si dorit, ca intr-o fantasma erotica, n-a jucat, pentru ca vremurile erau timpite, ticaloase si nu pricepeau o iota de poezie.
Nicolae Dobrin, Giscanul, Para si tot siragul de porecle iubitoare pe care il purta in jurul gleznei, a fost un om destept. Caci omul nu s-a speriat de nimic si a mers pe drumul lui leganat de geometrii bizare pina la capat. Si de asta am plins, astazi de dimineata. Am stiut ca adolescenta mea si a tuturor celor ce ne-am imbatat cu Dobrin s-a terminat.
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luni, octombrie 22, 2007
Fuse orare
Ieri am sunat-o pe Andreea in Londra unde s-a dus la conferinta asta. Dormea si mi-a raspuns soacra ei. Dupa ce m-am culcat, m-a sunat Octavian din Paris care se pregatea sa intre la meciul asta. Cind m-am sculat am vazut Frankie and Johnny si mi-a revenit cheful de filme, care imi cam trecuse dupa ce m-am dus la Across the Universe.
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joi, octombrie 18, 2007
vineri, octombrie 12, 2007
luni, octombrie 08, 2007
"What am I doing wrong?"
O fata de 25 de ani "spectacularly beautiful" din Washington DC a ajuns la concluzia ca merita un sot cu un salariu de cel putin 500 de mii pe an. Ca sa il gaseasca mai usor, a postat un anunt la mica publicitate (un site care in normal e folosit pt vinzari/cumparari de tot felul). Raspunsul haios al unuia care cistiga 500 de mii pe an si in care ii explica de ce o asa combinatie e o proasta afacere pt el il gasiti mai jos (precedat de anuntul fetei). Linkul original e aici
What am I doing wrong?
Reply to: pers-439179541@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-10-03, 4:29PM EDT
Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful
(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy.
I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at
least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind
that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think
I'm overreaching at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could
you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around
200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get
me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married
to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as
I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I
get to her level?
Here are my questions specifically:
- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars,
restaurants, gyms
-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my
feelings
-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?
- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east
side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have
nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead
gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story
there?
- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment
banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they
hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?
- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for
MARRIAGE ONLY
Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest
way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front
about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't
able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a
nice home and hearth.
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with
services or
other commercial interests
PostingID: 432279810
THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully
about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.
Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your
bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I
see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a
cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you
suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring
my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my
money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely
that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't
be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning
asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation
accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty
hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in
earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!
So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy
and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense
to "buy you"
(which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm
being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so
would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as
that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So,
I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful"
as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to
believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K
hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then
we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.
With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way.
Classic "pump and dump."
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of
lease, let me know.
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 439179541
via thomashawk.com
What am I doing wrong?
Reply to: pers-439179541@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-10-03, 4:29PM EDT
Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful
(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy.
I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at
least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind
that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think
I'm overreaching at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could
you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around
200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get
me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married
to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as
I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I
get to her level?
Here are my questions specifically:
- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars,
restaurants, gyms
-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my
feelings
-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?
- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east
side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have
nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead
gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story
there?
- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment
banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they
hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?
- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for
MARRIAGE ONLY
Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest
way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front
about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't
able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a
nice home and hearth.
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with
services or
other commercial interests
PostingID: 432279810
THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully
about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.
Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your
bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I
see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a
cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you
suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring
my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my
money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely
that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't
be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning
asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation
accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty
hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in
earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!
So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy
and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense
to "buy you"
(which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm
being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so
would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as
that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So,
I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful"
as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to
believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K
hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then
we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.
With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way.
Classic "pump and dump."
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of
lease, let me know.
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 439179541
via thomashawk.com
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