Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Luna


Luna (same meaning in Italian, Spanish and Romanian languages) means moon... so, here's the moon captured with my new 1300 mm lens... shot taken in Nashville, TN.

Today's joke:

Mary goes to a card reader:
- There are two guys who love me, but I can't marry both, so tell me please who's gonna be the lucky one? asks Mary.
The old woman reads the cards, the looks straight into Mary's eyes and says:
- The lucky one is Mike! You'll marry Jim!

Friday, September 25, 2009

The Watcher



In Sibiu area (Romania) it's something usual to see such attic windows coming out from the roof, of course speaking about the old houses built about 5-6 centuries ago. They look like eyes that are watching you while you walk around...

Today's joke:

A fella goes into the shower exactly when his wife comes out of the tub. The bell rings instantly. After a short family quarrel about who goes to answer the door, the woman gives up, she covers her body with a towel, goes downstairs and opens the front door. There was Bob, their neighbor. She could not put in a word, because Bob
interrupted her:
- I give you $800 now, if you drop the towel that is covering you.
A little bit surprised, the woman hesitates for a moment, she loosens the towel and remains stark-naked in front of him.
He measures her from head to toe and he holds out eight - $100 bills. Amazed about this story, but happy about her little fortune that she had made in less than 2 minutes, the woman goes upstairs and enters the bathroom again. Her husband, who was still in the shower, asks her:
- Who was it?
- It was Bob, our neighbor.
- Ah, perfect! Has he given you the $800 he owed me?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Louisiana Swamps



Shot taken in the state of Louisiana in the area called "Atchafalaya".

Today's joke:

During the Vietnam war, the Albanian National Council had a special meeting. The president asked his commarades to help their sister-socialist country Vietnam.
-Brothers, every socialist country is helping Vietnam. I think we should do the same, said the prez.
-I propose, said another albanian fella, to send them a tank!
-This is ridiculous, yelled the prez, there are destroyed daily hundreds of tanks and we send only one tank?
-I propose, said another guy, to send 'em two tanks!
-Commarades, let's be serious, there are destroyed daily hundreds of tanks and we send just two tanks?
-I propose, comes with another idea the albanian fella, to send 'em all three tanks!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Butterflies



Another shot from Robertson Stadium.

Today's joke:

Jack asks John:
-Hey Johnny, where from did you get this bike?
-Last night I helped a lady fixing her bike, and when I was done she said "Look, now, as a reward for your help, I gonna take off my panties and you may take whatever you want". And I took the bike...

Monday, September 21, 2009

Happy Frowns



Shot taken at the halftime of the Dynamo's game (vs. Real Salt Lake).

Today's joke:

Two Albanians were chatting:
-Did you hear that we gonna build cars in our country?
-Yes, I heard that! They will have a three gears automatic transmission: slow, very slow, and stop!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Foggy Morning



I took this shot early in the morning in the Shreveport (Louisiana) area.

Today's joke:

Two guys are fishing when one of them catches a fish. He brings it in the boat and as he cuts it open to clean it, a genie pops out and says:
"Thanks for freeing me I will grant you one wish"
The fisherman looks around and says:
"Well, we are almost out of beer, how about you turn this whole damn lake into beer". *POOF* the genie grants his wish and leaves.
His partner slaps him on the chest and says:
"What the hell did you do that for, now we have to piss in the boat!"

Friday, September 11, 2009

Thirsty



She was just hanging around few minutes ago, so I didn't miss the chance to take some shots. Sorry, I don't know how they call this bird...

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Journey to a Revolution



Today's post isn't about the picture (even if there it is a picture!), but a book that I recently read it...

First of all I'd like to say few words about this book's author, Michael Korda. He was born in London, UK, in 1933. He was raised in England, but some of his education comes from France, where his father was working with the French film director, Marcel Pagnol. He graduated the Swiss private college Le Rosey, and then he studied at Oxford University. Also he was enrolled in the Royal Air Force. In the 50's he moves to NYC. In 1958 he joined the book publishing firm, Simon & Schuster, starting as an assistant editor, which included the task of reading "slush pile" manuscripts. He went on to become Editor-in-Chief of the company and was a major figure in the book industry, publishing numerous works by high-profile writers and personalities such as William L. Shirer, Will and Ariel Durant, Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan. However, from a commercial point of view, Korda is best noted for pioneering novels that in the 1960s were considered as very daring. His authors such as Jacqueline Susann and Harold Robbins produced blockbuster sales with novels that were highly profitable for the company.

Among Korda's better-known books are "Charmed Lives", which was a memoir about his life with his father and uncle, and the novel Queenie, which is a roman a clef about his aunt Merle Oberon. The latter was adapted into a TV miniseries.

Michael Korda is the father of Chris Korda, the leader of the controversial Church of Euthanasia.

Now, returning to the main subject, the book "Journey to a Revolution", because I'm not a critic of literature and I do not intend to analyze nor evaluate the value of this book, I will touch just few "hot" spots that makes me believe that Mr. Korda was taught by Hungarian politicians about the Hungary's history, not from history books.
This book is his adventure to the 1956's Hungarian anti-communist and anti-soviet revolution, and the reason I bought it and read it, it was the book that I read about 30 years ago, a book about the same subject, but written by the communists, and now I had the chance to read the version of someone from the West.
Mr. Korda starts the book by introducing the Hungarian people, to give the readers a better idea about who the Hungarians are - of course, for those who don't know them, or never heard of them - and he is doing a great job, giving a favorable profile even to the former dictator, Miklos Horthy. What else he's doing, is complaining and verbally attacking many times some countries as Slovakia, Poland and Romania. But he doesn't attack Poland and Slovakia as much as he does with Romania, and yes, that hurts me because I'm a man of peace, I have lots of Hungarian friends, either from Romania or Hungary, and we never had anything to argue about territorial disputes or other historical arguments.
Almost anytime when it's about the foreign politics, the name of Romania appears in discussion, and you guessed well, always having to complain about it. So, Romania had stolen Transylvania from Hungary, Dracula was supposed to be Hungarian, not Romanian, Romania invaded Hungary in 1919 (but he doesn't mention the reason why, 'cause actually French-supported Romanian forces helped Horthy to get rid of the Bela Kuhn's Bolsheviks who seized power in Budapest and were terrorizing the Hungarian people), Romania was the reason they entered the WWII, even if they actually were allied! Romania brought sufferings even to the revolution's leader, Imre Nagy, who was kidnapped by Russians from the Yugoslavian embassy and brought to Romania, of course under arrest, until the things in Hungary were calming down - but here Mr. Korda doesn't specify if Imre Nagy was tortured by Romanians or by Russians, he just says that Nagy was tortured in Romania.
Still, it's very interesting how Mr. Korda blanked out the Ribbentrop-Molotov Pact, he doesn't say not even a word about this, about the way the Horthy's troops reacted and treated (or should I say "terrorized"?), starting with the deportation of every caught Jew and ending with the expulsion and massacre of the Romanians who refused to leave their ancestral places. Of course, the reason Mr. Korda was doing so, it was to put his father's origin country in a favorable light, 'cause anyway the book was to be published in U.S.A., not in Romania.
Returning to the topic of the book, the Revolution, its description is done in a very professional manner, with data either from his own experience or from documentation - it is normal not to be ubiquitous across the whole Hungary, and reading those lines, I remembered the days of the Romanian revolution in December '89, and I was wondering what would have happened to us if the Russians were coming with their tanks as they did in Hungary?
Going over the moments of "historical madness" (or you can call "sci-fi moments"), the rest of the book is very interesting, is a captivating book that makes you read it without stopping until you reach the last page, without try to cheating by one, jumping a few pages!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Natural Colors



I took this shot in my cousin's backyard while being in Michigan few days ago.

Today's joke:

Norman and his blonde wife life in Fargo. One winter morning while listening to the radio, they hear the announcer say:
"We are going to have 3 to 4 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the
even numbered side of the street, so the snowplow can get through".
Norman's wife goes out and moves her car. A week later, while they are eating breakfast, the radio announcer says:
"We are expecting 4 to 5 inches of snow today, you must park your car on the odd numbered side of the street, so the snow- plow can get through.".
So, Norman's wife goes out and moves her car.
The next week they are having breakfast again and the radio announcer says:
"We are expecting 10 -12 inches of snow today, you must park..." then the electricity goes out. Norman's wife says:
"Honey, I don't know what to do..."
Norman says:
"Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time?"

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Frankenmuth




An image from Frankenmuth, MI

Today's joke:

A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam.
Finally the doctor arrived, examined the baby, checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed.
"Breast-fed" she replied.
"Well! , strip down to your waist," the doctor ordered.
She did. He pinched her nipples, then pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts for a while in a detailed examination.
Motioning to her to get dressed, he said, "No wonder this baby is underweight. You don't have any milk."
"I know," she said, "I'm his Grandma, but I'm glad I came."