Erotica

All my scholarly freaks, gather around!

If you are now here, then you have some spare time on your hands.

How would you like a hectic journey into a brilliant messed-up mind?

 

Let’s not waste any time and let’s get down to it.

 

Dictatorship of the shoes

Did you ever go on a date with a wonderful gentleman or lady and spent an exquisite couple of hours together and found out what an exquisite dancer he or she was?  But even from the beginning, you noticed the ugly shoes?

I think everyone went through this and let me tell you, I fully empathize with you.

Shoes are definitely the fresh red cherry from the top. And this fact applies both in dating and sports.

Runners especially cannot afford to use inappropriate shoes. The damage will take long to cure and it may develop future consequences.

My article for runreviews.com cleared away some of the questions. If you are planning on going for a run, you may want to read this first.

wine lover

Writing about Sicily has very much enlarged my knowledge on wines. I have always been a wine lover. Which is why the Marsala wine itself may be the culprit for my plane ticket to Sicily. One day.

Its colour is similar to Nederburg Shiraz and it seems to have the same velvety texture. What is equally wonderful about Sicily is that its inhabitants massively focus on their crafts. Pottery is one of the island’s greatest surprises and so is chocolate production based on a 400 year old tradition.

The cuisine is..well, words are not enough. This is a world of imperial tastes. And you can find out even more about it by reading my writings on Sicily’s magnificence.

the National-Liberal Party DIVA

PNL is like an even more insidious version of the hustler, as follows:
HUSTLER= someone who knows how to get money from others, selling drugs,rolling dice,pimping.

PNL= someone who knows how to get money, hopes and independence from others, selling dressage in its full glory.

So they, the PNL Youth League representatives, gather in front of the National Theatre of Bucharest with their pretty smiles all checked, passing innumerable tree-killing leaflets.

Next to them, not further than 3 meters, 2 old men talk about Omar Khayyám. I can hear them as they get pretty conflicting and let’s say they don’t care too much about what the others think about their raised tones.

They sell second-hand books in the pitch dark of winter’s Bucharest. As they attack the next author, I see the coordinator of the PNL campaign coming towards me.

 

I can already hear it:

Yo get over to that street corner bitch and make me some money!

11:53 PM, INTERIOR, the phone starts ringing

I am in the kitchen making some hot sandwiches for my room mate. She said she was hungry, while serially yawning. I don’t hear any noise coming from her area of the apartment, so she may be sleeping.

in my pitch-dark room the phone starts making a loud noise.

although I keep it on silent mode. I did leave it on the table so the vibrations knock themselves out.

some sandwiches require attention and I have one hand in the hot oven, though I wish I had a third hand to shut that phone up.

trrrrrrrrrrrrr trrrrrrrrrrrr

I finally get to it. I look at it and there it is

MOM calling

this is no time for her to be awake. not at all a boring lady, but she does care for her consistent bed timing.

-hello?

-hei darling. how are you?

-I’m fine mom. but how are you doing? shouldn’t you..be sleeping?

-c’mon MITZ, at this hour?

???

-I noticed I had my Romanian phone card with me so I thought it would be nice to hear you for a bit.

as I look back, I see lots of surprises my mom prepared for me. but this evening, she crowned it.

quite unpredictable, my mom.

The Universe in a Nutshell

Good morning, Stephen Hawking!

Hegemony of the toilet paper

In front of the subway entrance, a fashionable young couple instantly gets my full attention. She is  wearing a dark blue coat and half-fingered red gloves. The haircut is obviously new and her hairstylist must be a good one due to the perfect match between the fringe and eyebrows.

Her delicate moves graze his right cheek in a rather clandestine way. He looks a bit scared..or maybe it is just my imagination. She puts down her bag and steals a kiss from him. With great subtlety.

I look down and I spot the toilet paper revealed by the open bag. Smooth white 4-layered toilet paper.

Right there I start liking them even more.

milk confidential

Memotekið

Between the Norwegian Sea and the North Atlantic Ocean there lays a typical Nordic region that Rannvá Káradóttir and Marianna Mørkøre thought would make a beautiful hectic appearance for an experimental display of minimalist dances.

 

And it did.