sâmbătă, 14 mai 2011

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

O poezie minunata scrisa de Rudyard Kipling pe care am intalnit-o intr-un weekend in Crimeea, in Koktebel mai exact iar impactul asupra mea a fost major.

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luni, 2 mai 2011

Cand spui cartofi imediat te gandesti la cartofi pai sau alte bunatati si ti se face pofta.

Dar oare cum o fi fost demult demult cand europenii au vazut prima data cartoful ?

Maroniu, vestejit, niciun gust sau chiar deloc placut as putea spune.

Totusi, el a fost adus in Germania pentru ca era mai mult decat necesar un nou produs alimentar care sa fie o buna alternativa pentru anii secetosi sau prea ploiosi sau prea frigurosi cand graul nu era suficient pentru a hrani atatea guri.

Asa ca regele din vremea aceea a adunat toti taranii, le-a dat cartofi si le-a poruncit sa-l cultive.

Ca tot omul, cand au muscat din cartofi l-au aruncat numai decat si au refuzat cu vehementa sa cultive o asa porcarie.

Fiind un ordin regal, cei care nu-l respectau erau persecutati si pedepsiti dar cu toate eforturile posibile, taranii refuzau sa cultive cartofii.

Atunci regele a gasit o noua solutie. A declarat cartoful "FRUCT REGAL" iar nimeni nu are voie sa-l cultive. Singurul loc permis era gradina regala iar aceasta era pazita zi si noapte.

Insa regele le-a poruncit paznicilor sa fie putin mai neglijenti in momentul in care observa ceva necurat in ograda.

Noapte dupa noapte, taranii furau cartofi din gradina regala pentru a-i cultiva acasa.

Asa mai departe pana la cartoful din zinele noastre.