Cum ziceau aia din Bauhaus, Less is more, Da' totusi nici chiar asa less...Si oricum Bauhausu' nu putea ramane asa incremenit in proiect, deci l-am "imbogatit" noi, colo un geamlac, colo un umbrar, extins ulterior ca nu ne mai incapeam in el si nici in piele... Nimic nu trebuie sa stea in calea confortului nostru, nicio terasa descoperita -ca ne ploua, niciun geam de la terasa nejaluzelat -ca ne bate soarele
This film depicts the Janus-like quality of Las VeGAS--it has a glittering, glamorous face, as well as a brutal, cruel one:
My way, or the highway
Ace Rothstein and Nicky Santoro move to Las Azul VeGas to make their mark, live and work in this paradoxical world. Ace is the smooth operator of the Tanga-Nica casino, while Nicky is his friend and tough strongman, shaking down the locals.
It’s been decided Las Ve-Gas Azul needs a Casino, on the water. The water is poisonous anyway, so a bit more cement, nitrates won’t matter. And then who cares, who gives a damn…
the dialogues are faked, but the disguises are perfect:
"We’re gonna built a casino!
Ya, right, but why?
What do you mean, why? Because we say so, that’s why…
You mean poker, backgamonn, Bambi-lici…
What about those shmucks?? They need to pay, right?
What about it…
You got only 14 on your side now
Don’t worry, we gonna make them an offer they can’t refuse
There’s this guy, Pato- he hasn’t paid in a long time.
He’s one of us, made guy...we’ll let him be
We always found a way: 13-15, it don’t matter, but he's a bad example
We'll figure something out, but what’s the problem with oGica Pro-nosport?
We have a parking situation here..
??
Well, this here, Tom guy, blocked the parking space, in front of his house
How dare he??
He hasn’t got anywhere to park, he has cars all around
So what: he’s gota move his ass or we’ll kick it
What if he says no, to the Casino!?
We’ll fix it, you call Mustapha Moscote, and he’s got the supervisors holed up…"
The “Quiet” American with Michael caine (Pro-tected, Pro-poo-on-the-streets dog , “Pro-prophylactic”) book written by the (same) Graham Greene (or blue, for local purposes)
The small village of Macondo-Azul belongs to about 13 people. They are the ones who decide when something is legal, or not. When it is moral, or Pro-tected and who is o-Gica Pro-nosport. They say who is a guerilla, or with the contra-s.
Against the Sandinistas? I’m in!, the sandinistas where kinda’ commies, reds…
The same 13 cry out loud when there is a meeting of the Macondo Senate
“Their will is king”
Their messages are written in patois: Buendia must pay, Moscote can wait until he has $ 1,000 debt, Pato can give lectures and let the others foot the bill, ao
One day something dreadful happened: this Tom guy placed an Evil system on the “public” (13 owners) property, near his garden…
Tom couldn’t stand it any more: every time he came home(rarely, once a week) he found he had no place to park his car, near his house. His American-Javanese neighbor would always have his vehicle parked right at the gate of Tom’s house... the American and Pato' s car. Often one couldn’t drive on the street because of the Quiet American’s big car . Quite Quiet, but with a screaming baby sitter and a fighting, pooing dog.
Tom said to himself:
-I gotta park my car near my house. I have another 5 cars around, I should at least have one space for me.
Well, he didn’t consult the Ecumenical Council (the guys who listen to and absolve the sins they like)…so Tom has another thing coming:
In Macondo, Mustapha Moscote, Mauricio Bongo, Abdelaziz Traian Bouteflika, O-Gica PRO-nosport and the other Magnificent Ambersons control the Star Wars Enterprise Deck with
On the phone "legal" documents (never, you hear? Never online)
phony agreements (not yours, that “don’t count”) and wishes
The irony is: Tom is very near their would-be Three Penny Opera House, if he doesn’t like it, he can ask to be taken down (on the same legal argument used by Harjohn, when he destroyed the praca, at the same distance from him)
in the meantime, the Javanese unleashed-fighting-dog is making smelly foreign investments all over the streets
The portrait of the artist as a young man (aka azul artists as young men),
The world according to Garp (aka Grab), Cien años de Soledad and other world famous books in Cote d’Azul interpretation, with some communist history salt
Before reaching the peak of their Power and Glory, the artists “suffered” through another society. Graham Greene and all the other books mentioned here -and anywhere- are part of our heroes’ cultural education, because they know everything and anything, they are all-knowing experts.
Most of them though, would have made it in communism and under any regime: they adapt, survive and surface any pond or blue swamp…Once above the foul water they say: we’re here to help, lead you and show you the way…
We are your saviours from that Guy, scandalous author, who brought you on the brink of the abyss, But we’ll take a big leap Forward (into the cavity of chaos)
Some of our magnificent men (in their f(l)ying machines) took their communist contacts and turned them into profligate capitalist contracts. Old habits die hard: whenever they “negotiate”, or “supervise” contracts (in or out of their, only) azul village, nepotism, “you scratch my back I‘ll scratch yours” principles apply!!
The common good was non existent under the old regime: what belongs to the state (everyone in principle), we’ll grab with both hands, just Take the money and run (like Woody Allen)…
The author is no exception, he tried to get along, make good and enter different professions, under American, Communist, Israeli patronage and, in the end, managed to screw up the hard-built azul harmony, with piles of dung, plant too many chaotic trees and upset the nomenklatura. After taking part in a succesful coup d’etat, at the national level, he failed to change much at the local level-where die hard Mustapha Monds call the shots, forever? Well, even if Harjohn thinks la vida is a perpetual barking song, in a while it would have been ended.
Some communist myths and legends live on, we are still ruled by a communist-reformed sailor –for another few weeks?, so what do you expect??
The Phantom of the sailor looms large at our soon-to-be built Three Penny Opera: same populism, Eastern Promises, but without the violence of the named movie…
This is a Balkan Macondo after all: with surrealism, geese flying over the earthed streets, piles of dog poo, ancient and brand new cars speeding and zig-zagging between the kids an the illegal workers, even six-seven year olds are used (and abused?) to work on the plantations of the Caring Harjohns.
An Architectural Plan is announced and whereas Don Apolinar Moscote has a problem with the color of houses in Cien años de Soledad,in Macondo Azul, Mustapha Moscote of azul fame has a problem with praça. If some marquesian characters seem to live forever, in the house of the Balkan Moscote, the barking never dies.
The Big Deal Plan was concocted in order to ruin the works of the local colonel Buendia…it has always been a bluff, like so many other plans announced, but never drawn, to get clean water, good roads, and clean thoroughfares.
It might not be altogether evil thinking, if one lives in a society where values are distorted or non-existent, one ends up thinking only of one –self and la famiglia. If architecture meant for some 50 years cement and more cement, then this is what you can expect from a architectural competition: more cement and Xmas lights.
“I know that I don’t know” Socrates wisdom does not apply when everybody knows everything about anything: water, roads, how to win friends and (especially) influence people…
pentru locuitori "civilizati", satu' este un imens wc (dar nu Duchamp, oeuvre d'art) folosit intens de cainii lor aruncati (sau plimbati (si) pe scuter) in strada
cine e de vina? in afara de cel care scrie aici-care e vinovat pt tot, pentru
obiceiuri levantine: am mai scris , sunt orientali (mai ales, dar nu numai) care dau drumul la caine pe strazi, zi de zi, sa se plimbe singur, sa -si lase nevoile pe la altii in poarta, la gard, etc. Eu le-am atras atentia, repetat, in epoca in care armonia a fost compromisa....acum "pacea de sub maslini" e plina de "masline",
ai vazut shit-tu?? (vezi si filmul: nu e pace sub maslini)
Ce e mai bine: sa stai cu mizeria pe strada? Sa atragi furia celor care te gratuleaza cu daruri orientale? Sa iei masuri de management si sa chemi oamenii la curatenie mai des?
altii si-au pus semn de interdictie pt mizerie la poarta, dar isi plimba cainii cu motoreta!! sigur, au si o plasa zburatoare cu ei (haha-ohaha), fac_cascadorii si strang mizeriile .... la poarta ta, cititorule
Fiecare cu "libertatile " lui de exprimare: decoratiuni in stil Duchamp (dar second hand si folosite intens, spre deosebire de original)
au trecut doua saptamani de la Adunarea Generala......
The Power and the Glory, Graham Greene-The novel draws parallels with T.S. Elliot's poem "The Hollow Men". The hollow men wander in a barren landscape, trying to remember the line after "For Thine is the Kingdom" in the Lord's Prayer. The phrase happens to be "the Power and the Glory".
legea spune (pentru toti):
(4) Hotararile adunarilor generale se consemneaza in registrul de procese-verbale al asociatiei de proprietari, se semneaza de catre toti membrii comitetului executiv si se comunica, in scris, tuturor proprietarilor.
d) un membru al asociatiei de proprietari poate reprezenta unul sau mai multi membri absenti, daca prezintaimputernicire semnatade catre proprietarii in numele carora voteaza;
Art. 24. - (1) Adunarea generala poate adopta hotarari, daca majoritatea proprietarilor membri ai asociatiei de proprietari (jumatate plus unu) sunt prezenti personal sau prin reprezentant legal.
Proprietarii trebuie anuntati, prin afisare la loc vizibil sau pe baza de tabel nominal convocator, asupra oricarei adunari generale a asociatiei de proprietari, cu cel putin 7 zile inainte de data stabilita,inclusiv cu privire la ordinea de zi a adunarii generale.
Modificarile constructive si utilizarea in alte scopuri …… cum ar fi: ancorarea de reclame pe pereti, suspendarea de stalpi, pereti, …se vor putea face numai ……cu acordul proprietarilor direct afectati si, dupa caz, pe baza unui proiect tehnic intocmit de institutii de specialitate, verificat de un expert autorizat, precum si cu autorizatia pentru executarea de lucrari, eliberate in conditiile legii.”
curatenie nu se mai face de doua (2!!) saptamani. la periferie. La Ri-callo de Basketville se face mai des, se matura si la Farinelli, pe alte strazi pot sta mizeriile pana la primavara, avem alte
prioritati
Basket-ville aka Basket-case*
*meaning: used to denounce any failing organisation or scheme
In 2008 the monks of the Rustic Abbey are convinced that the apocalypse is coming. With the Abbey to play host to a Big Council, Ri-callo of Basket-ville (satu' cu 1000 de bashcheti de gunoi) is asked to assist. Alas, more problems occur as the investigation draws closer to uncovering the secrets the Abbey wants hidden, and there is finally no stopping the Holy Inquisition from taking an active hand in the process. Ri-callo and his young novice must race against time to prove the innocence of the accused and avoid the wrath of Holy Inquisitor (coming from the Town Hall) Bernardo Gui..
Intr-un tinut feeric, traieste un muritor cu profunde cunostinte legalicesti, mic poet si in general un impatimit cititor (de apometre).
Intr-o zi, numai ce-i vine lui (afara de listele de intretinere) si
zice: bai oameni irealizati, eu va voi castiga niste parcari!
Zis si facut! A plecat muritoru nostru la lupta imaginara cu sultanul, ca ala decidea. Ajuns acolo au purces la lupta.
Unde si-a trantit muritorul nostru servieta (era ieftina, nu va
ingrijorati) pa masa aluia si-a batut cu pumnu' in ea (pana si l-a invinetit).
Si cand l-a luat sultanul si l-a scuturat, unde ii stateau picioarele, i-a stat si capul. Sau era asa de dinainte??(si cred ca i-a platit si masa, ca i-o zgariase). PUNCT.
in imagine "Sandrama pe/la apa" de Salvador D'aci...documentele vor fi in siguranta!
Legalitatea ramane "virgina". "Mica intelegere" pe vremuri blamata, este acum din nou la moda, suntem ocupati (dar de ce ne-am bagat?), dupa n-shpe ore de munca n-avem chef de certuri cu jandarmi, cu paznici care nu-si fac treaba, de firme care vor taxe mai mici,de...,de....Pe vremuri aveam timp..., dar doar sa scoatem ochii altuia ca nu e legalitate, acum...da-o naibii de legalitate ca nu e timp de ea, si oricum merge si asa. Dam telefoane sa facem rost de imputerniciri pt adunari "statutare". Da, acum imputernicirile verbale sunt acceptate.
Concluzii?
paza nu e buna, da'-i mai trebuie un wc
apa nu e potabila, dar nu e o prioritate
ne trebuie o sandrama pe spatiul public (pt care nu se mai cere ACUM acordul celor direct afectati)
nu putem face nimic jandarmului (suntem neputinciosi)
si...evident, inca ne mai trebuiesc niste beculete (desi Craciunul, sarbatoare religioasa, este astfel transformat in kitsch obligatoriu si "statutar")
e mishto, e linishte si beculete! S-au etalat si supercunostinte tehnice: pompa 1 nu era buna, deci a scos-o, pompa 2 e mai buna, deci a bagat-o (acum, ca-n vara "secetoasa" nu se stia de existenta ei, desi ni se spusese).
