The tale of Finn McCool

Once upon a time, long long ago, a large and powerful giant lived on the Northernmost tip of Northern Ireland. His name was Finn McCool.

He lived his life peacefully, or at least insofar as a large, powerful giant could. But one day, he learned that another giant lived, somewhere not far away; in Scotland, to be precise. Of course, McCool wanted to prove that he was the better of the two, so he set about building a pathway all the way to Scotland, bent on confronting his rival.

However, when he got there and started asking around, McCool was amazed to learn that his would-be rival was actually twice his own size! So he took to his heels and ran, along the pathway he had built, all the way home, with the Scottish behemoth hot in pursuit.

When Finn reached home, with only moments to spare, he did the only sensible thing: he asked his wife for help. The intelligent she-giant told Finn to quickly put on some baby clothes get into the baby's cot, so that when the Scot arrived, he only found a mother and her child, waiting for the father to come home. Mrs. McCool invited him to stay and wait for her husband to come home, but the larger giant was so scared when he saw the size of the "baby", that he had no wish to stick around and see how large the father was.

He ran madly all the way back to Scotland, breaking up the pathway as he went along, so that there could be no pursuit. Finn McCool and his resourceful wife lived happily ever after.

This is how this miracle of nature came to be, and why it still exists, both in Scotland and Northern Ireland.

I want to see the Giant's Causeway one day...

The seat of Queen Mary's heart

seara cand ne-am jucat de-a adultii

M-am dat pe anime ost & Jrock, and I'm sitting here like a balegutza, letting shivers run down my spine.

It's weird how these songs can remind me of things that never happened, but could have. That's not quite right. Of small things that happened repetitively, until they stopped being things and turned into a general atmosphere. Like waking up before dawn and finding my grandad drinking his coffee with my mum. Like not being able to say "r". And going to the park. And losing every goddamn plushie I ever had there. Heh.

Festivalul fu si trecu. Si ma lasa cu sentimente mixate, so to speak.



A fost un moment ca un fluture. Colorat si vesel, care a batut mult prea repede din aripi dar a lasat, macar pentru un moment, lumea mirosind a polen si a ploaie. Si a foccacia feta.

Tane Tomoko - Let me hear (Strings version)
Yoriko - Daia no hana

De fapt, despre altceva voiam sa aberez aici. Dar ma simt incapabila. Poate pozele (cand si daca or sa apara vreodata si pe ulita lemmingeasca) or sa descrie mai corect ce am facut/simtit in seara de 26 mai. Cand toti colegii mei de munca asiduu..ua party-uiau la Motoare, si pe urma in Utopia, eu ma dantuiam la CMA. Si imi amintesc ca eram amandoi frumosi, ca radeam mult, ca beam putin si fumam pe furis. Ca ne invarteam pe acolo ca un titirez kaki-cu-negru si cu varful rosu (heh, carrot-top), ca ameteam si gaseam siguranta in curba umarului cu gatul, ca era lumina si muzica si ca ne tot roteam.

I felt safe. And loved, needless to say. Accepted, in a deeper way, somehow confirmed, as person. Or at least as persona. And I felt very... expected. Baka, I can't find my words. I felt as if everyone expected it to be that way, that we're here, at this moment in time, and no one expects us to be anywhere else. This feels good.