In vremuri ca acestea, cand lumea pare sa vorbeasca prea mult – in loc sa asistam neputinciosi la dezlantuirea inflatiei de cuvinte, preferam sa ne ascundem in muzica.

Descoperim cu placere, prin copiii nostri – carora le dorim sa cante egoist, pentru propria lor placere, pentru ca abia mai apoi sa imparta din prea-plinul lor cate ceva cu cei apropiati … descoperim, zic, limbajul universal al PIANULUI.

Neavand nevoie de traduceri, ne rezumam a multumi cu recunostinta Domnului Profesor Cornel Miricescu – care a avut rabdarea de a lucra cu amandoi  – Tudor (12) si Daria (8) printre picaturi, in pauzele tot mai greu de inventat in ritmul tentatiilor de astazi!


… cam asta a vrut sa spuna Basescu, in momentul in care a declarat ca “Baieti, m-am intors in politica”!

De-acum – si pana la alegeri, nu vom avea saptamana fara cel putin o dezvaluire de senzatie despre PSD-isti, PNL-isti sau PC-isti care au bube-n cap. Nu conteaza ca pe stanga sau pe dreapta. Nu conteaza daca sunt buboaie sau bubulitze, zgomotul va fi programatic!

Vom afla si vom vedea lucruri pe care nu am crezut ca le vom vedea sau auzi, si vom sfarsi ca de obicei – obisnuindu-ne cu ele.

In acest sens, sa ne aducem aminte cu placere de melodia lui Sting si sa tragem concluzia care se impune: e nevoie de multa energie si determinare sa te lupti cu sistemul corupt din care, tu insuti faci parte!

Auditie placuta, si … Hai Germania! (Ne-am adus aminte de-un moment comic extrem de spumos al lui Monty Python: https://calindiaconu.wordpress.com/2010/03/03/germania-greci/)


Melodii scurte, pe care nu au gasit de cuviinta sa le lungeasca inutil. Eu le-am dat dreptate si le-am invatat pe dinafara. Am doua, foarte aproape de suflet.

Prima, pe care Paul McCartney ar fi compus-o privind un cortegiu funerar trecand pe strada – se cheama “I’ll Follow The Sun“(1964). Am optat pentru o versiune de scena apropiata zilelor noastre – Paul, la Paris in 2007. Forma maxima 🙂

A doua, “All Together Now” (1967), pare o gluma pentru copii – cantata de cei patru lorzi rebeli, adolescenti mereu la moda … Chiar asa! Putem sa gandim ca poate au simtit nevoia unui “raspuns” la “The Sound of Music” care spargea box-office-ul  in 1965? 🙂

Invitatia acestei dupa-amieze fiind lansata – puneti castile si explorati lumea Beatles-ilor!


Saptamana trecuta am fost chinuit de “durere de dinti” – sau cel putin asa spuneam, la inceputul perioadei.

Urmare a intalnirilor cu medicii, odata cu realizarea schimbului de informatii, am inteles ca a fost vorba despre o inflamatie care a apasat asupra nervului mandibular. Dupa ce am aflat locul acestuia, dupa ce i-am admirat robustetea, am ramas impresionat de felul cum trece (frumosul de el !) printr-un canal sapat exact prin falca, pe sub masele, protejat de o structura osoasa densa, sa-i fie lui bine si noua rau: caci lichidul produs de o inflamatie oarecare nu are pe unde se retrage …

Am avut prilejul sa reflectez asupra esentei durerii, si anume aceea ca … nu este transmisibila. Ca fiecare trebuie sa poarte durerea sa, ca nu exista posibilitatea de a imparti cu altul ceea ce ti-e tie dat sa suferi.

Durerea tinde sa ne insigureze, sa ne faca uriciosi – radem mai putin, rabdam mai greu, tresarim mai usor atunci cand in capul nostru nu auzim decat urletul inabusit al dominantei pe care trebuie sa o suportam, neavand incotro.

Exista si o intreaga piata a calmantelor pentru durere, din care eroul local – Algocalminul -, nu mai poate fi procurat decat numai cu reteta … Aceste calmante iti creeaza o stare de ameteala pentru ca probabil se adreseaza sistemului nervos in general si sunt gandite cu “raza larga de actiune”: sa-ti adoarma simturile pe de-a-ntregul, nu numai bucatica pe care ai dori tu sa o adormi …

In final, sa va mai spun ca am delimitat pe pielea mea cele doua trepte mari ale durerii: zona suportabilului, a ceva care pleaca de la sacaiala, trece prin tensiune nervoasa si neliniste dar se opreste inainte de a intra in sfera chinului. La randul ei, zona insuportabilului se poate imparti in flash-uri care trec, dand speranta revenirii la normal … si perioade mai lungi de zvarcolire, cand te intrebi cu ce anume ai gresit – ca tocmai tie sa ti se intample asa ceva?!

Oare suntem condamnati, odata cu trecerea anilor si prin perceperea propriilor noastre dureri, sa invatam cum se numeste – stiintific -, si la ce foloseste … fiecare bucatica din corpul nostru?!

Nervul alveolar inferior … la locul potrivit pentru a da alarma fara gres: nici o durere nu scapa nesemnalizata!!


Homer Simpson – un personaj fara prea mult “scaun la cap” … a ajuns sa inspire desgnerii de … scaune!

Mi-a atras atentia faptul ca un personaj de desen animat pentru adulti – Homer Simpson, pe care personal il consider cam tampitel … a ajuns sa inspire designeri de mobilier … Vazand asta, am cautat pe internet – gasind replici “funny” ale acestui personaj aparent inofesiv – daca nu ar fi majoritar 🙂 !

  • Operator! Give me the number for 911!
  • Oh, so they have internet on computers now!
  • Bart, with $10,000, we’d be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like…love!
  • Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t understand.
  • I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me Superman.
  • Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They’re about to announce the lottery numbers.
  • Well, it’s 1 a.m. Better go home and spend some quality time with the kids.
  • Maybe, just once, someone will call me ‘Sir’ without adding, ‘You’re making a scene.’
  • Marge, don’t discourage the boy! Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.
  • Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?
  • You know, boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right buttons.
  • Lisa, if you don’t like your job you don’t strike. You just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That’s the American way.
  • When will I learn? The answer to life’s problems aren’t at the bottom of a bottle, they’re on TV!
  • Son, when you participate in sporting events, it’s not whether you win or lose: it’s how drunk you get.
  • I’m going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won’t be back for ten minutes!
  • [Meeting Aliens] Please don’t eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!
  • What do we need a psychiatrist for? We know our kid is nuts.
  • Marriage is like a coffin and each kid is another nail.
  • Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.
  • The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it’s time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!
  • When I look at the smiles on all the children’s faces, I just know they’re about to jab me with something.
  • I’m having the best day of my life, and I owe it all to not going to Church!
  • Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn’t, it’s that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.
  • I’m not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I’m going to Hell?
  • Getting out of jury duty is easy. The trick is to say you’re prejudiced against all races.
  • It’s not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.
  • Lisa, Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.
  • I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.
  • Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything, Kent. 14% of people know that.
  • Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman’s bottom? That’s right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harrassing that woman.
  • Old people don’t need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.
  • How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?
  • Television! Teacher, mother, secret lover.
  • Homer no function beer well without.
  • I’ve always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is — and it’s me.
  • Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?
  • If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can’t speak English.
  • I’m never going to be disabled. I’m sick of being so healthy.
  • I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.
  • Alcohol is a way of life, alcohol is my way of life, and I aim to keep it.
  • All my life I’ve had one dream, to achieve my many goals.
  • Dad, you’ve done a lot of great things, but you’re a very old man, and old people are useless.
  • But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.
  • I think Smithers picked me because of my motivational skills. Everyone says they have to work a lot harder when I’m around.
  • Dear Lord.. The gods have been good to me. For the first time in my life, everything is absolutely perfect just the way it is. So here’s the deal: You freeze everything the way it is, and I won’t ask for anything more. If that is OK, please give me absolutely no sign. OK, deal.
  • That’s it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I’m going to clown college!
  • Beer: The cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.
  • If something’s hard to do, then it’s not worth doing
  • I’m in no condition to drive…wait! I shouldn’t listen to myself, I’m drunk!
  • ‘To Start Press Any Key’. Where’s the ANY key?