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vineri, 31 ianuarie 2025
marți, 17 septembrie 2024
miercuri, 10 iulie 2024
Portalis Film
This movie is really pushing the limits of what science communication is suppose to be. It was made possible by the Portalis European project.
luni, 25 martie 2024
sâmbătă, 7 august 2021
She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain When She Comes, Daniel Radcliffe
And here's one going for a clear All Stars win.
Etichete:
body poem,
Cutia cu poveşti,
music to my ears
marți, 5 noiembrie 2019
marți, 21 mai 2019
Iceland at Eurovision 2019
This is everything you need to know about Eurovision 2019, in pure sign language awesomeness.
luni, 23 octombrie 2017
joi, 4 august 2016
Round like an apple
The best thing about being pregnant is that you grow this endless love for your own body, this motherly care for your own swollen breasts, fingers, and feet, for your compressed stomach and lungs, for your pimple free skin that is stretched to impossible limits and itching. It seems like this new person growing inside you is trying to get out through your belly button that is now unrecognisable but so clean, without a trace of dead skin or weeks old garments fuzz. And all this love is guilt free, not shadowed by any suspicion of selfishness. This must be how my father feels after years of hard work to get us through school and to build for us a never completed home. If the house would ever be finished how could he justify to himself that he is distant, and angry for unknown reasons, and never satisfied.
When you are pregnant you get to move around like you are permanently surrounded by stage lightning, impossible not to notice, with everyone trying to guess the gestational age, or the sex of the baby, or whether this is your first child, or how much weight you gained. Suddenly your are not a threat for other women or a competition, but worthy of their sisterly love and care. Some question their childless lives, while others shower you with irrelevant advice from their own experience. Suddenly you are protected from the unrequested interest of men of all ages much better than by a wedding ring or lack of makeup and high heels. They either remember their own journey next to a woman that becomes a mother or they shrug away the pain that they will also be chained.
You receive all their offerings of food, free car rides, beach umbrellas, kind smiles, and concerned questions, and all the services of a social state that is chipping away a bit of their income every day. You find yourself surrounded not by self-centered individuals but by a community that carefully waters the growing seed of their own immortality.
Who you are is less important than whom you become.
Who you are is less important than whom you become.
Etichete:
body poem,
Cand cresc mare ma fac casnica,
oh baby
marți, 29 martie 2016
Forever, Snakehips
Three full days in a car with the most quiet driver in the world, watching the wildest of Irish weathers, listening to radio friendly songs with (almost) two of my favorite guys in the world.
joi, 3 decembrie 2015
luni, 10 august 2015
joi, 6 august 2015
vineri, 10 aprilie 2015
miercuri, 14 ianuarie 2015
marți, 25 noiembrie 2014
duminică, 16 februarie 2014
joi, 6 februarie 2014
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