Tuesday 29 December 2009

Saint Nicholas, Santa Claus, Christmas Tree, Christmas, Carols and Romania, my friends


A few weeks ago, me and my Good Doctor had a discussion about Christmas. Of course, we ended up fighting like a cat and a dog that we are. A classic example of a good discussion turning bad and of a bad thing turning into something good. As I didn't have all the answers to his questions (and boy, did that make me angry!) and realized, once more, that I still have so many things to learn, be them basic or not, I started a little research on this topic. As you can easily guess, the story is long and can become boring or too much for those unfamiliar with its details. So, that is why and this is how the long story goes short:

- Saint Nicholas was a real person, born in a wealthy family, in the 3rd century, in a village pertaining to nowadays Turkey (but back then, to Greece); raised as a Christian, after the death of his parents, he dedicated his life to God and to helping the ones in need. He was made Bishop of Myra and became known for his generosity and love for children. Due to his religious believes, he was imprisoned by the Roman Emperor Diocletian. He died in 6 December, 343. This is how this date become the day when Christians celebrate him. On December 6, Romanians also celebrate the people that are named after Saint Nicholas: Nicolae, Niculae, Nicu, Nicuşor and Nicoleta (for girls).
In Romania, Saint Nicholas (Moş Nicolae) is eagerly awaited by children as well as by grown-up children (what?!), even though he is an authoritarian figure. He always brings the presents on December 5, in the evening, and leaves them in your shoes, which, by all means, have to be clean! If you don't receive anything it means that Saint Nicholas was simply too busy to arrive to you; too busy with other kids, younger than you; so you, as an older and thus wiser kid, will understand it and will not get upset on him. If you find a stick, usually wrapped in a shiny foil, or potato or onion skin, it means you've been a bad kid! Make sure, next year it won't happen again! But if you've been a good one, then behold the goodies; it can be anything, from gingerbread to a sledge, from an engagement ring to a Maldive vacation, from health to even kids! Whatever you deserve.

- Santa Claus derived from Saint Nicholas. The Dutch, founders of New Amsterdam (the nowadays New York) brought with them the tradition of Saint Nicholas who, in Dutch, is called Sinter Klaas. Sinter Klaas became Santa Claus. John Pintard, who founded the New York Historical Society in 1804, promoted Saint Nicholas as patron saint of New York, in remembrance of the city's Dutch roots. Washington Irwin, made reference to a jolly Saint Nicholas in his  "Knickerbocker's History of New York" published in 1809. In 1820, artist Alexander Anderson was commissioned by John Pintard to create the first American image of Saint Nicholas. Due to cultural changes that too place in time, Saint Nicholas became Santa Clause, a more cheerful, pipe-smoking, white haired and bearded man, dressed in a red suit. The present image of Santa Claus became popular due to a series of Coca Cola advertisements illustrated by artist Haddon Sundblom (tststststs, aaalways, aaaaalways Coca Cola).
In Romania, Santa Claus(in Romanian, Moş Crăciun) comes on Christmas Eve (in Romanian, Ajunul Crăciunului), December 24, and leaves the presents under the Christmas tree (in Romanian, bradul de Crăciun). Children and grown-up children (like I said, what?!) can find them in that very evening or in the next morning, depending on Santa's timing and child's level of curiosity. Just like Saint Nicholas, if you don't receive anything, at least be wise. But you don't receive bad things for being bad this time. Santa is too jolly and forgiving, plus he thinks Saint Nicholas already made the point clear. Ho, ho, ho, ho.
On December 25, Romanians also celebrate people named after Christmas: Cristian, Cristi and Cristina, Cristiana (for girls).
Notable for Romania is the replaced, by the communists, of Moş Crăciun (Santa Claus) with Moş Gerilă (Old Man Frosty) in an attempt to erase the religious meanings, relations and backgrounds.

- The Christmas Tree, although of pagan origins, symbolizes life as it stays always green; plus is nice; and smells nice; so why not let the tree stay where it should and go and buy a fake one?! A symbol for a symbol! How symbolic!
In Romania, Christmas trees can be found in the open markets or at the supermarket  approximately a couple of weeks before Christmas. Most of the people though, would buy one in the week preceding Christmas and would decorate it during this week or even on December 24; this is why most of them are grumpy and annoying in this specific day; cause they are tired and stressed; cause they do everything on the last minute. Also most of them prefer the natural one (who wouldn't?) but exactly those that fall under the "most" category don't prefer to plant another one in return.

- Christmas is there to commemorate the birth of Christ, so is a Christian holiday. It is celebrated on December 25  by means of a common agreement as this day is not known to be the actual birthday of Christ. Countries as Russia, Ukraine, Republic of Macedonia, Serbia, Georgia, Egypt and the Great Patriarchate of Jerusalem celebrate it on January 7 (such countries use the Julian calendar as opposed to the Gregorian one).
In Romania, (I don't know how many of) the eastern orthodox followers (the majority of the population) practice the Nativity Fast, a period of abstinence from the body pleasure, humility and repentance. Exempted from these "rules" are the ill, the young, the elder and the nursing mothers.
And of course, after all these food restrictions, behold the pork (all sorts of pork home/supermarket-made products), ţuică (traditional Romanian alcoholic beverage made out of plums) rachiu (like the previous one but made out of any other fruit or cereal except plums), cozonac (a sort of sweet bread filled with walnuts/Turkish delight/poppy seeds/raisins; very much like the Italian Panettone except the shape) and many other goodies.

- Carols, are basically songs about Christmas and everything related to it; they can be sang in the period  of fasting, before Christmas and especially on the Christmas Eve;
In Romania, carol singing is still practiced. Usually children (from the same block/neighborhood/family/school class or just friends) but grown-up children as well, group together and go from one home to another to sing carols. Carol singers are regarded as announcers of the birth of Christ and rarely the doors they knock remain closed. Children normally go to all the homes in their neighborhood, even if they don't know the ones living in there. Those who receive them, listen to their carols and at the end the children are given money and goodies. Grown-up children normally go just to people they know (usually relatives and friends) and they are not given money (doh!) but just goodies, be it alcoholic beverages, non-alcoholic beverages, sweets,or food (most of the time from all these categories). They are likely to come starting with when it gets dark and ending in the morning (kids normally go to bed by midnight though). If, by any chance, you do not want to open the door to carol singers, make sure no one knows you are home; you'll be severally judged, otherwise; unless you are not a Christian, and then is fine, of course.

Abruptly, but
The End


Thursday 24 December 2009

Merry Christmas world


Willingly sharing my Christmas tree with those that love these trees
and especially with those that would love to have one.
Merry White Christmas everyone.

Business letter to Santa

Dear Santa,


Don't worry, I constantly forget that you constantly forget to deliver my presents. This is why I keep on writing you letters (also to track the number of times I've been bullied, but this is just in my head, I'm not saying it out loud); only that this time, it crossed my mind that maybe you don't find my letters appropriate. Was I too familiar? Too...not mature? So...unprofessional? Ok then granp...I mean, indeed Mr. Claus ,following is a draft list of our wishes with the relevant technical specifications:

-  peace of mind; not as in I don't give a f*** anymore, but as in I love the world-the world loves me.
- guts; not as in I bet I can hit my head on the wall, but as in I can and will eat this world alive.
- health; not as in restart PC, but as in reinstall Windows (note the reference to the software, not to the hardware!).
- patience; not as in, I waited, I got it, now shove it back in your a** but as in I waited, I got it, and I didn't get to hate it while waiting so d*** long for it (see all the previous times when items were overdue)
- open-mindedness; just because is never too much and to demonstrate that yes, you can appreciate it while you have it, and yes, you can be aware that this is a gift not all the people were blessed with.
- energy; not as in am too busy for you stepper, but as in I can step so fast on you stepper that you'll transform in a treadmill.
- love; small, huge, shy, insolent, rational, mystical, risky, mushy, early, late, dripping, pouring, explosive, implosive, bored, playful, mature, childish, daily, nightly, hidden, all over, giggling, mad-driving, lazy, pushy, sweet, bitter, respectful, reckless the description being comprehensive but not exhaustive.
(in other words: just give me my good doctor; he knows just what to do) 

Do not hesitate to contact us should you need further details. We are open to discussion and we take this opportunity to thank you for your support.

Looking forward to your answer,

O. Carina
Ro-Mania Project Manager



I've been good. Ravishing good. So irresistibly good.

Wednesday 23 December 2009

Bow down, mister!

Have you watched the Slumdog Millionaire movie? I did some time ago, and I just loved it. Dave Patel is so genuine in Jamal's skin that he's...he's perfect. I cannot imagine anyone being capable of replacing and doing a better job than him. However, this post is not dedicated to dear Dave, though maybe I should have one since am THAT fond of him; or better said of him as Jamal; Soooooooo, going back to the movie, there is this interesting thing that happened. A lot of people I know and that had watched The curious case of Benjamin Button, refused to watch the Slumdog; in their opinion, (not a humble one in my humble one) Benjamin was so good and deserved the O statue so badly that they simply couldn't accept any other movie being capable of raising to its standards; as Slumdog went home with an army of Wowscars, people revolted and decided they want revenge. May a slumdog stay where it belongs: in the slum. Now, I haven't seen Benjy, hence I cannot debate over this and that. But one thing is sure: am glad I saw this one before the other one because maybe I would have had the same reaction as they did (neaaaaaaah).
As a curious cat that I am (meooooowwww) I absolutely needed to read the book that inspired it. Need I say I love it? Not sure yet if I love it more than the movie (I have yet to finish it, but am close) and it doesn't even matter. The delight is there to stay. Dave Patel too. And Boy George (what do you mean who's Boy  George????? ... you .... ahhhhhh, this new generation! so full of Tokyo Hotel). First he (not the Tokyo Hotel! Boy George, for heaven's!) was small, so small that I was not sure what is he doing there. But then, as I went on with the novel, he grew louder, he grew stronger. He is so there now, that if I just glance an eye at the book, or touch it by mistake, he goes:



Of course I heart Jai Ho. But aaja, aaja stays with the movie, while hare Rama, hare Krishna stays with the book.  Wonderful. I recommend them all. If you're like me, of course. If you don't know me, read my description in the upper, right corner. If and when I bother to put it.

Thursday 17 December 2009

2009 in an entry


 I always have this annoying impression that time goes by uneventfully. This must be one of my many distorted perceptions. I know very well that I am not a good example of active, outgoing, social, hyper, cheerful person but there sure are things that I do and happen if only for the fact that I exist. I wanna write them down so that I can contemplate an image closer to reality. It doesn't mean I'm not forgetting something. Anyway, my highlights are:
  • Dec 31/ Jan 1 - New Year's Eve party @ the restaurant 
Glass braking at 12 for good luck 

At the end of December 2008 I was so stressed and depressed that didn't want to hear of any beginning, party and people. But managed to pull myself together and fiercely fought against the gloom; so went out shopping and bought a knee-length strapless navy-blue dress (adjective order is a nightmare!] to match my blues and in the same time to summon my cheerfulness leftovers. A bitter-sweet beginning is far better than a sheer bitter one, n'est ce pas?
  • January 17 - Swedish Massage/Reflexology final exam
Yes, yes, a bit to the right

One morning, somewhere in May 2008, I woke up and I knew that I just have to learn massage. Never before had I give it a minimum thought. Best decisions I've ever taken are the morning ones. Morning as in waking up early in the morning, opening the eyes and visualizing the thing I want to have/do or, the opposite, the thing I want out of my life, or simply a change of attitude, feeling towards someone. Am not a momentum person; except for these moments.
  • February - not like a fish, but still enjoying water

Decided that exercise and change of scenery  will help me relax after an awful and tiresome (and always, always so incredibly hatable) start of the year. Indeed a fortunate decision. Bonus: the incredible feeling of swimming while enjoying the view of snow covered hills! It worked for half an year.
  • February - massage time!
( __|__ )
make it smaller, pleeeeeeease

Started practicing the anti-cellulite massage. I find it challenging and rewarding.
  • March 8 - Woman's Day party
e meneaito, e meneaito, e meneaito

I don't understand why do we have just (or almost just) women in these parties? Who on earth can come up with such an ugly idea? Must have been an ugly woman.
  • March - one step closer to Egypt
Wish I didn't come back

As I felt I could no longer stay away from my pharaoh, I bought myself a plane ticket (unfortunately, not a one way) to Egypt. This washed all the previous trouble out! Before my very eyes, the world was turning pinker by day.
  • April - you don't full me
too bad is inhabited


I convinced myself that the people working in the Egyptian embassy in Bucharest are more confused than I am. Every time you call, the answer to the same question is different. Possibilities abound in the no man's land.
  • April - Easter party without rabbits
who needs drugs?

Alcohol can cure a cold faster than antibiotics; and is healthier too.
  •  May -  may I?
I just can't figure it out

For some strange reason May is foggy in my head. May I just skip it then?
  • June - @###$@!
 in fast motion

In words, that means stress, hyperventilation, excitement, impatience and shy joy. June was basically a month of preparations. Finishing everything before vacation: clearing work at the office, idling massage, putting things in order at home, buying the things I needed to take with me, meeting friends before my departure.

  • July - my favorite time of the year - Cairo
!honk-honk!

I am always on blues before going anywhere; and stressed of course.
A taxi, train, bus and plane ride later I arrived in Egypt. As before, in the middle of the night, on a suffocating heath, the first thing that welcomed me was the sticky, almost liquid air of Cairo; and then the palms; and then the airport with its joyful officers and this time with a body temperature check too; and then ... nothing else matters.
  • July - my favorite time of the year - Alexandria
if you understand what I mean

I can accept and cope with a crowded Cairo but not with a crowded Alexandria. Beaches for me equal relaxation, day-dreaming, as fewer clothes as possible with the minimum level of self-awareness and comfort zone. Alexandria is everything but capable to fulfill this expectation. However, I am referring strictly to the public beaches.
  • August - reality has never been so unfriendly
in and out

Back to a cloudy Romania. Back to everyday life. Back to a non-user-friendly  reality.
  • August - ready, steady, massage!
where the magic begins

Bought my portable (if you are a relative of Hagrid), peach massage table [again this adjective order!don't just sit there, correct me if and where am wrong]  and started the therapeutic and relaxation massage besides the anti-cellulite one. Medicine for my soul.
  • September - company party
paganish

Had a nice time with my work mates at an outdoor party organized by our employer. Bonus: a good, old camp fire
  • October - friends' birthday parties + mom's bday
Happy Bday, mom!

Yes, October is full of bdays. Had a good time, but not as good as before. I felt lonely, tired, changed.
  • October - no more Lady Marlboro
tea, anyone?

Turned out that feeling tired was not because am olding (yeah, that's right, am not old) but because my gall bladder decided it's high time to make its presence noticed. Needless to say that for the first time in my life I couldn't eat when I wanted, what I wanted and as much as I wanted. That felt sooo not like me. Also, need I describe the hell this not-so-vital organ gets you into? Bladder I command you to get back to your unfelt presence state! And stay the **** like that!
Oh, and this is how No more Lady Marlboro came to life.
  • November - fight over nothing
 sweet memories

I was so tormented.  Nothing helped. Au contraire. Well actually maybe the above helped.
  • November - rain
I 8 1 4 u 2


Bday is not a reason to be happy. Not when you're missing what's most important. Probably not even when you have it.
  • December - hushhh, do not awake the monster!
yes, home to you


Cause once awaken is hard to stop it. Down boy, down!
This is the time I miss you the most. Don't make it even harder, please.

In 2009 am grateful for my Egyptian July, for my mom's improved health, for the massage, for the jam that the Romanians' in Egypt forum is and for this blog.





Thursday 10 December 2009

2 faces

Some people are just awesome. Those are the people that no matter what they do they do it right. It is always impressive to see a good professional, a well raised and mannered man/woman, a kind-hearted individual, a strong and confident yet modest person, whatever would commonly fall in the good people category. But when all these can be found in 1 single person it makes me feel so small and insignificant that, for a while, I'm stuck between speechless awe, sincere admiration and exhaustive self consciousness. It is such a beautiful yet bitter feeling. Bitter, not because I would be envious but because I'm my worst critic; and remember! the sum of all vices is always constant, i.e. either you are the envious or the over-self-critical type(or the indifferent type!boo!) none of these is better for you than the other. Just like sweetness, bitterness is there too. No doubt everything in this world comes two-faced. LITERALLY.
Life is never just pink!



However, awesome people are a true inspiration <3

Tuesday 1 December 2009

Happy National Day, Romania!



If you ever decide to learn something about the history of Romania, think twice! I am not trying to discourage you to do so. Better yet, if you manage your way in this junggle you'll have my cheers; in a cheerleading outfit with all the implied acrobatics. Is just that I'm finding it so dense and my brain is so history-proof!
So I decided to remember, refresh, re-learn or simply learn it bit by bit. Today seems like a perfect day to start. However, this is not a proper history lesson; I will keep it as short as possible, highlighting the basics.

Why 1st of December?
Let's not go back to Zalmoxis, but around the World War I, when:
- The Romanian Old Kingdom (as it was in 1913) included Wallahia and Moldavia united in 1859, to which Northern Dobruja was added in 1878 and Southern Dobruja in 1913.
- In 1918, first Bessarabia (March 27), then Bukovina (November 15/28) and then the last piece of the puzzle, Transylvania (December 1), united with the Old Kingdom giving birth to what is known as Greater Romania. 
- Unfortunately after the World War II Southern Dobruja, Basarabia and Bucovina were again lost; up to this day, they still are.
- to quote Wikipedia (credit for the map too)"Romanian territory during the 20th century: purple indicates the Old Kingdom before 1913, pink indicates Greater Romania areas that joined after WWI and remained so after WWII, and orange indicates areas that joined Romania after WWI or were annexed after the Second Balkan War, but were lost after WWII. The small Hertza region, also purple but delimited, was part of the Old Kingdom before 1913, but was lost after WWII."


 So there, we know.
Now, everyone, raise for the national anthem (with an English translation!)



On a more personal note...