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zarbizarbi — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 05:28:22 +0000

I called home the other day. My sister answered. ” I saw dolphins!” she said. “Yeah, me too, on National Geographic” I laughed. “No. I saw dolphins. In Vama Veche. Swimming in the Black Sea.” I guess I’m a bit jealous now.

Baaa, baaa black…goat

zarbizarbi — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 18:51:11 +0000

I’m a black goat. Not a black sheep. Sheep are boring, always mindlessly following each other. Goats, on the other hand, they’ve got attitude. They chew things out, trample everything under their hooves and get to the most uncanny places through will power alone. But if there’s one thing they don’t like is being provoked. Because that’s when they get frightened. And no, my horned alter ego isn’t frightened about what others might think. What frightens me the most is getting bored or wasting my time with stupidities.

So, please, step out of my grass! Don’t pull my tail or try to pet me. Don’t insist on making fun of my crazy ways. And don’t ever label me! Otherwise I’ll just have to polish my horns on you!

True banalities

zarbizarbi — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 14:28:54 +0000

Am I lazy or what? I haven’t updated this in a million years. Not that my life has been uneventful: I finally finished university, got accepted into a masters program and am currently living in Denmark. But I honestly don’t regard this as the highlight of the year. To me what was truly amazing is that amidst all the craziness of graduating, finding a new place to live (or several of that, in my case) coping with all sorts of dramatic changes in our lives and being thousands of kilometers apart from each other we actually managed to have our famed Mexican reunion. Every time I feel blue I log on to Facebook and look at the pictures from this summer: the happiness radiating from them is so strong that I instantly forget about Danish bureaucracy or boring essays on trans-globalism. Chit chatting and making conquest plans with Pauly and Magda, meeting and giving our seal of approval to Zach, tearing up the dance floor with Kike, climbing pyramids with Adrian and pretending to be athletic with

Alberto and Miguel (cenotes anyone?) might seem like the most typical things ever. To me they’re just proof that life’s cool as long as you have friends you love and who love you back. And that you should never forget to make a wish on New Year’s Eve- it might just come true.

It is a phizzwizard! It’s a ringbeller! It’s whoppsy!

zarbizarbi — Thu, 22 May 2008 13:43:08 +0000

How the hell can I train my creativity? It’s not that I have a button on my head which I press and ideas start flowing!

These were my first thoughts when I started advertising school a month ago. But, I have to admit that creativity did actually start to visit me more often this last month. Maybe we all have deep down inside our minds some imagination wells, who, just like oil wells need to be pumped out in order to be productive.

I also made a strange discovery: I identified my imagination pattern! And guess what? It stems from the first book I ever read, Roald Dahl’s “The Big Friendly Giant”. Whenever I try to pen down a script the dream labels in BFG’s cave pop into my mind, complete with Quentin Blake’s fantastic illustrations. And don’t you dare think they’re not cool. To wit:

“I is inventing a car that runs on toothpaste.”

“I is able to make the elektrik lites go on and off just by wishing it.”

“I is only an eight-year-old little boy but I is growing a splendid bushy beard and all the other boys is jalous.”

“I has a pet bee that makes rock & roll musik when it flies.

“I is abel to jump out of any high window and flote down safely.”

“BFG: Of course you like it. It is a phizzwizard! It’s a ringbeller! It’s whoppsy! This will be giving some little tottler a very happy night when I is blowing it in. Look in the jar carefully, and I think you will be seeing this dream.”

I think this perfectly explains my inability to produce any serious, scholastic work, like the dissertations I so badly have to write by June. Oh, well, at least I somehow tapped into the imagination wells.

image from bbc.co.uk

quotes from http://bms.westport.k12.ct.us/mccormick/rt/rtscripts/rtsbfg.htm as I only have the Romanian translation.

Wasting my time

zarbizarbi — Sat, 10 May 2008 22:25:10 +0000

I have one month till I have to finish and present my two disertations. True, one is 99% finished but I still have a long way to go with my Art History one. Not to mention the crap load of exams and Advertising school homework. So, in such busy times what’s a girl to do? Yeah, I should be sleeping in the goddamn library but instead I went walking round Bucharest on Wednesday and Thursday, partied at Alex’s yesterday, and today went on a shopping spree which ended with beers in Val’s appartment and us posing as hip hoppers in the hallway of her building. Tomorrow- hmmm, I have a feeling I won’t go out but I’ll spend a lot of time chatting, as I’m curios for news from across some oceans. But my papers won’t write themselves…Uff, I hate that I have to grow up!

Anyway, on the upside I’m amazed! We make some hot guys! Hahahahah!

zarbizarbi — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:12:46 +0000

“You may not be the most social or the most stylish but you are yourself.” Aw, that’s pretty deep, I told my friend. I’ll remember this. When did you come up with this? “I didn’t” she said. “It’s the result of a Facebook test.” So now I’m letting myself guided in life by Facebook wisdom. Lame. But, really, at the moment I’m actually trying to figure myself out. It’s pretty strange for a person who is very certain of what she likes not to know what she wants to do in life. But that’s my case. I love art and writing about it but I am sure I don’t want a career teaching art or working in a museum. So, my art history degree will only sweeten my ego. And I’m pretty passionate about politics but unlike my classmates graduating in International Relations I think working in an office at the Ministry of International Affairs would bore me to death. Then again, I have my job as a TV writer. Today, as I’m officially starting my month off, I realized how much I miss that stupid TV office. But I have to admit I’d like something more challenging than writing travel info and documentaries about food plus the occasional snippets on politics. This evening I also had my first class at the Advertising School. It wasn’t bad. Big ideas but also big egos. My question is do I want to be a copywriter for an Ad agency? Or do I want to be a journalist? Or maybe I want something completely different? I just don’t know. Finding the right answer is harder than ever.

Larger than life

zarbizarbi — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 20:21:51 +0000

Life must be sweet if you’re one of the execs at BMW Russia or working for Moscow’s Mayor! A 6000 square meters billboard in downtown Moscow, complete with life sized cars- that’s what I call oligarchic marketing

pics via notcot.orf

Juicy

zarbizarbi — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 17:25:57 +0000

Telenovela- now with 110% more juice!

image via notcot.org

cinema-Lego-phy

zarbizarbi — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 17:04:30 +0000

I don’t know about kids today (cos I’m an old, old person) but when I was 7 I really liked playing with Lego. I’d go to my friend’s Alex house and together we’d stage some awesome “productions” with our toys. I’m telling you, soaps, telenovelas, thrillers, rom-coms and horrors all together couldn’t match the sheer craziness and magnitude of the twists in our Lego shows. If only we were so full of ideas now.

Imagine how giddy I was when I ran across this video for camera pop band Camphor. The song’s called Castaway and it’s a stop motion animation with…Lego! Y-haaaa!

Protest in style :p

zarbizarbi — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 15:50:18 +0000

The Umbuster, from Icelandic designer Sruli Recht- the perfect accessory if you’re an anarchist planning to protect yourself from the bullies in the police force.

And, you have to agree it’s much classier than carrying a police baton (“pulan”) like my friend Bubble did, in high school.

Image from Sruli Recht via http://nickpapageorgia.blogspot.com/