<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1250'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559</id><updated>2007-10-19T13:30:52.909Z</updated><title type='text'>liniºte zilnicã</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml'/><author><name>keb</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>580</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-187401737432791568</id><published>2007-10-19T13:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:30:52.947Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M-am mutat pe &lt;a href="http://www.linistila.blogspot.com"&gt;linistila&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/10/m-am-mutat-pe-linistila_19.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=187401737432791568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/187401737432791568'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/187401737432791568'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-5901101017191956618</id><published>2007-10-17T21:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:38:54.759Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11758913@N00/1603960835/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/1603960835_b84ab6fc8a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 0px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/10/liniste-originally-uploaded-by-kebb.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=5901101017191956618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/5901101017191956618'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/5901101017191956618'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-4710398518929142568</id><published>2007-09-25T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:59:53.227Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Il y a des gens qui n'auraient jamais ete amoureux s'ils n'avaient entendu parler de l'amour."&lt;br /&gt;La Rochefoucauld</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/09/il-y-des-gens-qui-nauraient-jamais-ete.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=4710398518929142568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4710398518929142568'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4710398518929142568'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-8390088648510359945</id><published>2007-09-19T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:23:50.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alde Y: stii ce imi zicea maicamea, cand eram mica, ca sa adorm&lt;br /&gt;alde Z: ce?&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: sa ma gandesc la un camp cu flori... la un cer insorit... pana si atunci mi se parea aberanta ideea &lt;br /&gt;alde Y: adica, ce camp cu flori?! never really managed it&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: imi veneau numai imagini de la tv in cap&lt;br /&gt;alde Z: keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;alde Z: nature is the key :)&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: si bunica-mea era absurda, cum imi zicea, cand ma ridica de la gradinita, sa merg inainte singura pe strada, ca daca se leaga cienva de mine, sare ea din spate (!) si ii arata ea lui&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: poate era metoda ei de a ma inveta cu pericolele...&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: sa ma simt safe ca vine ea din spate &lt;br /&gt;alde Y: nu stiu...&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: dar tin minte ca aveam vreo 5 ani si mi se parea absurd&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: planul&lt;br /&gt;alde Z: erai tare&lt;br /&gt;alde Y: au fost cateva momente...in rest eram moale de tot.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/09/alde-y-stii-ce-imi-zicea-maicamea-cand.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=8390088648510359945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/8390088648510359945'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/8390088648510359945'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-4155583899499350802</id><published>2007-09-07T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:03:16.624Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 ani de blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o oh! (cu accent de vizitiu fumator de vreo 40 de ani, desigur) slow doooown now buddy, slow down, yea, that's it, that's right... that's all right now, that's allright...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/09/5-ani-de-blog-o-oh-cu-accent-de-vizitiu.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=4155583899499350802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4155583899499350802'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4155583899499350802'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-3581310962599806222</id><published>2007-09-06T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:57:39.958Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the secret ingredient of cooking actually IS making it with love.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/09/secret-ingredient-of-cooking-actually.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=3581310962599806222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/3581310962599806222'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/3581310962599806222'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-1100268474714410572</id><published>2007-09-05T23:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:08:37.828Z</updated><title type='text'>perdele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11758913@N00/1332945100/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1200/1332945100_b03618c86c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11758913@N00/1332945100/"&gt;Saudek&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11758913@N00/"&gt;kebb&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saudek&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/09/perdele.html' title='perdele'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=1100268474714410572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1100268474714410572'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1100268474714410572'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-3410556946184745152</id><published>2007-09-05T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:12:15.772Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mi-am dat seama ca am uitat sa va mai povestesc de mult, ce lucruri ma umplu de bucurie si cumva si de ce. unul din aceste lucruri sunt perdelele. perdelele albe sau ingalbenite de timp, cat mai simple, dar nu prea simple (celor fara model para le lipseste ceva....)... perdelele acelea si felul in care atarna (am o prietena careia ii place f mult cum atarna lucrurile, si si-a agatat snururi si chestii prin camera doar pt a le privi atarnand (Savina)), perdelele care se umfla cand sufla vantul (singurul lucru frumos intr-un spital, sau aproape singurul), perdelele si prin asociere si draperiile, draperiile grele si groase, draperiile fiind un fel de opusul perdelelor in ciuda tuturor lucrurilor pe care le au in comun. &lt;br /&gt;Singurul dezavantaj al camerei de mansarda in care locuiesc e imposibilitatea de a avea perdele, pt ca fereastra e inclinata... Si daca tot ziceam de draperii si perdele, mi se pare cruzimea cea mai mare in ceea ce le priveste, atunci cand oamenii monteaza perdele pe suporturi scurte, decorative, pe care acestea nu pot fi intinse. Nu stiu daca se intelege la ce ma refer, in mod absolut incredibil, oamenii cumpara si monteaza uneori doar niste cioturi la marginea ferestrelor, unde atarna o perdea doar pt decor, o perdea sau o draperie care nu va putea fi intinsa niciodata. Mi se pare revoltator de trist. Nu le faceti asta perdelelor voastre!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/09/mi-am-dat-seama-ca-am-uitat-sa-va-mai.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=3410556946184745152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/3410556946184745152'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/3410556946184745152'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-5495782914706727695</id><published>2007-09-04T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:43:28.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIE INNERE LEERE starrt ihrem opfer hypnotisch in die Augen und vermittelt ihm das gefuhl, sie sei unglaublich wichtig, tiefsinnig und geheimnisvoll. Dabei ist sie total hohl. Auf diese weise sorgt sie dafur,dass es auch beim Opfer drinnen schon leer bleibt.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/09/die-innere-leere-starrt-ihrem-opfer.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=5495782914706727695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/5495782914706727695'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/5495782914706727695'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-1518590323964665368</id><published>2007-08-20T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:18:19.289Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ma simt ingrozitoare de neinsemnat!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/08/ma-simt-ingrozitoare-de-neinsemnat.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=1518590323964665368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1518590323964665368'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1518590323964665368'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-1620859553700038375</id><published>2007-07-24T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:50:58.279Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kafka in limba germana e si mai si decat va puteti inchipui. Parca danseaza cuvintele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Vorüberlaufenden &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn man in der Nacht durch eine Gasse spazierengeht, und ein Mann, von weitem schon sichtbar — denn die Gasse vor uns steigt an und es ist Vollmond -, uns entgegenläuft, so werden wir ihn nicht aufpacken, selbst wenn er schwach und zerlumpt ist, selbst wenn jemand hinter ihm läuft und schreit, sondern wir werden ihn weiterlaufen lassen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn es ist Nacht, und wir können nicht dafür, daß die Gasse im Vollmond vor uns aufsteigt, und überdies, vielleicht haben diese zwei die Hetze zu ihrer Unterhaltung veranstaltet, vielleicht verfolgen beide einen dritten, vielleicht wird der erste unschuldig verfolgt, vielleicht will der zweite morden, und wir würden Mitschuldige des Mordes, vielleicht wissen die zwei nichts voneinander, und es läuft nur jeder auf eigene Verantwortung in sein Bett, vielleicht sind es Nachtwandler, vielleicht hat der erste Waffen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und endlich, dürfen wir nicht müde sein, haben wir nicht so viel Wein getrunken? Wir sind froh, daß wir auch den zweiten nicht mehr sehn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafka / Betrachtung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si o traducere in engl (not an automatic web translator this time, luckily):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The People Running by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is taking a walk through the street at night, and a man — already visible from a distance because the street rises in front of us and the moon is full — runs toward us, we will not tackle him, even if he is weak and ragged, even if someone is running behind him and screaming, but we will let him continue running. Because it is night, and we cannot do anything about the street's rising in front of us in the full moon, and besides, maybe these two have staged this chase for their own entertainment, maybe both of them are pursuing a third, maybe the first man is being pursued even though he is innocent, maybe the second man wants to kill him and we will become accomplices to the murder, maybe the two of them know nothing about one another and each is going independently to his bed, maybe they are sleepwalkers, maybe the first man is armed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all, don't we have a right to be tired, haven't we drunk a lot of wine? We are happy when the second man has also vanished from sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafka / Contemplation  - translated by Kevin Blahut</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/kafka-in-limba-germana-e-si-mai-si.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=1620859553700038375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1620859553700038375'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1620859553700038375'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-8503954171307285846</id><published>2007-07-15T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:11:48.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another reason why George Bernard Shaw reminds me of my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything."</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/another-reason-why-george-bernard-shaw.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=8503954171307285846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/8503954171307285846'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/8503954171307285846'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-5035341153924169593</id><published>2007-07-15T10:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:53:58.779Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>luam forma vasului in care suntem pusi.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/luam-forma-vasului-in-care-suntem-pusi.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=5035341153924169593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/5035341153924169593'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/5035341153924169593'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-4253210014773492606</id><published>2007-07-12T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:20:18.668Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cand am citit la Exarhu pe blog ca ceva critic ar fi spus " intr-o lume perfecta, toate filmele ar fi facute de fratii coen", m-am gandit ca nu. Pe urma am vazut fragmentul asta din &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paris je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnO6nDTMpqo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnO6nDTMpqo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/cand-am-citit-la-exarhu-pe-blog-ca-ceva.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=4253210014773492606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4253210014773492606'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4253210014773492606'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-6097778854234783521</id><published>2007-07-12T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:57:18.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keb.lx.ro/uploaded_images/yell-762996.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keb.lx.ro/uploaded_images/yell-762994.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sound Muffler for Covering the Mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patent no. 4,834,212 &lt;br /&gt;Issued: May 30, 1989&lt;br /&gt;Inventors: Moira and Frank Figone, Belmont, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A device into which a person may yell or scream without disturbing others, allowing him to vent built-up anger and frustration. The interior of the muffler is coated with foam. A microphone can be included to pick up a some sound and activate a light display or meter giving the user immediate visual feedback as to the intensity of sound produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More weird and wonderful patents that might well describe what we feel deep inside at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bpmlegal.com/weird.html"&gt;Brown and Michaels Weird and Wonderful Patents&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/sound-muffler-for-covering-mouth-patent.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=6097778854234783521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/6097778854234783521'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/6097778854234783521'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-1169335599330056062</id><published>2007-07-10T19:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:19:49.539Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11758913@N00/770520089/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/770520089_d39031df02_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11758913@N00/770520089/"&gt;clown&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11758913@N00/"&gt;kebb&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/clown.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=1169335599330056062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1169335599330056062'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1169335599330056062'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-8599225080767716625</id><published>2007-07-10T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:08:57.077Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aliterofilia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-au apucat tristetile trecatoare ale trecutului, &lt;br /&gt;totul e tacit totalitar :), &lt;br /&gt;ce tot ticai?&lt;br /&gt;trompetistul ma tutuia si tu i-ai dat tutun!&lt;br /&gt;etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si in poza e Julia...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/m-au-apucat-tristetile-trecatoare-ale.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=8599225080767716625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/8599225080767716625'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/8599225080767716625'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-7481348139790663598</id><published>2007-07-02T23:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:02:58.048Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a 50% Chance That You Need Therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/therapy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you need therapy, you probably do. But there's a good chance you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, you have your fair share of problems. And unlike most people, you're fairly good at solving them yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouneedtherapyquiz/"&gt;Do You Need Therapy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/07/theres-50-chance-that-you-need-therapy.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=7481348139790663598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7481348139790663598'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7481348139790663598'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-6512152629509677687</id><published>2007-06-29T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:01:50.764Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dothead evita extremele. intre doi poli, cauta ecuatoru'. &lt;br /&gt;(observati diferenta diametral opusa cu Apolodor! - desi dothead ar fi spus, cu cativa ani inainte "monsieur apolodor, c'est mois!")&lt;br /&gt;"cu geniul si stiinta mea, etc, etc..."&lt;br /&gt;etc..etc...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/06/dothead-evita-extremele.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=6512152629509677687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/6512152629509677687'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/6512152629509677687'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-7684726888563170087</id><published>2007-06-17T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:12:08.824Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is strange here as well as elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;In Sri Lanka&lt;br /&gt;"One is compelled to ask the obvious as a form of greeting which may sound strange to a non-native speaker. For instance, when one is rushing to work in the morning, one hears the question of ‘vedata yanawa-da?’ (engl. Are you going for work?) many times as long as one meets someone on the way. Similarly, one experiences several occasions everyday where the redundant questions are asked and one answers in the affirmative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg.: (1)  In a supermarket – badu ganna aava- da? (engl. Did you come to buy some  stuff? )&lt;br /&gt;        (2) At a book fair . pot ganna aavada? (engl. Did you come to buy books?)&lt;br /&gt;        (3) When one is on the way laden with goods: kadee giyaa-da? (engl. Did you go to the store?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rural areas one still goes to the river or to a bathing well for a bath. When one carries a bucket, towel and a change of clothes, one hears the following greeting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Eg.:  (4) naana yanawa-da? (engl. Are you going for a bath?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question seems to be used very often as seen by the fact that even a parrot raised in a house in one village (where the path to the river leads past the house) asking everyone going with a bucket and a towel towards the river ‘naana yanawa-da’?. What may appear even more strange is when one is having a bath in the river one is asked the following question as a form of greeting (Disanayaka, 2005).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg.:   (5) naanawa-da? (engl. Are you having a bath?) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.C. Premawardhena - How diplomatic can a language be? The unwritten rules in a language: an analysis of Spoken Sinhala</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/06/life-is-strange-here-as-well-as.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=7684726888563170087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7684726888563170087'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7684726888563170087'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-7063509835781193990</id><published>2007-06-06T22:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:36:22.742Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keb: aaa, inainte sa te culci, trebuie sa iti povestesc ce am visat ieri &lt;br /&gt;keb: azi dimineata&lt;br /&gt;keb: a fost un vis f complicat, eram intr-o casa mare mare si treceam, impreuna cu multe alte fete prntr-un fel de test&lt;br /&gt;keb: niste oameni ne avertizau in leg cu probele car eurmau (chestii dubioase, despre cum trebuie sa rezistam si sanu ne despartim de grup, orice s-ar intampla)&lt;br /&gt;keb: (chiar si la partea cu diavolii, asa ne-au avertizat heh)&lt;br /&gt;keb: in grupul meu am ramas doar 2&lt;br /&gt;keb: eu si inca o fata&lt;br /&gt;keb: tin minte ca intr-una dintre incaperi, inainte sa intram, ne-am amintit sau ni s-a spus ca ea cea despre minciunile noastre&lt;br /&gt;keb: era camera despre minciunile noastre&lt;br /&gt;keb: si cand am intrat erau niste femei acolo, celalata fata a recunoscut-o pe mama ei si atunci mi-am dat seama ca si mama mea era acolo&lt;br /&gt;keb: arata un pic diferit, si era f distanta&lt;br /&gt;keb: mi-a spus ca cea mai grava minciuna a mea e ca ma mint pe mine insami&lt;br /&gt;keb: pt ca nu pot accepta ca viata e plictisitoare&lt;br /&gt;keb: VIATA E PLICTISITOARE&lt;br /&gt;keb: a accentuat &lt;br /&gt;keb: tin minte ca nu eram de acord, nici in vis, nu puteam sa cred&lt;br /&gt;keb: cand am ajuns la penultimul nivel, si urma sa urcam la ultimul, pe scari se imbulzeau fete in rochii de mireasa&lt;br /&gt;keb: am vrut sa urcam si un barbat ne privea si parea sa zica "i wouldn't go there if i were you..."&lt;br /&gt;keb: atunci mi-am dat seama ca ne trebuie si noua rochii inainte de a merge&lt;br /&gt;keb: imi era frica oricum de ultima treapta, pt ca tineam minte ca trebuie sa fie ceva cu diavoli, si inca nu avusese loc&lt;br /&gt;keb: si atunci am cautat la etajul la care eram rochii&lt;br /&gt;keb: se dadeau intr-o camera de dupa o tejghea frigorifica comunista&lt;br /&gt;keb: era o coada lunga&lt;br /&gt;keb: si rochiile se imparteau dupa inaltime&lt;br /&gt;keb: mi s-a spus sa stau si eu la rand&lt;br /&gt;keb: dar eu stiam ca nu mai am timp&lt;br /&gt;keb: ca trebuia sa ma teezesc&lt;br /&gt;keb: pt ca ceasul meu suna&lt;br /&gt;keb: si m-ampus dezamagita la coada, stiind ca n-o sa mai apuc&lt;br /&gt;keb: sa urc sa vad ce e sus&lt;br /&gt;keb: si n-am mai apucat&lt;br /&gt;keb: a trebuit sa ma trezesc...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/06/keb-aaa-inainte-sa-te-culci-trebuie-sa_06.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=7063509835781193990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7063509835781193990'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7063509835781193990'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-7798479512644432977</id><published>2007-05-29T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:04:11.629Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the most insulting compliments I got, de la Julia care ma suna din Barcelona (in mod absolut exceptional, nu am vorbit &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;decat&lt;/span&gt; o jumatate de ora! in atata timp Julia n-apuca nici macar sa-mi zica ce a facut in ziua respectiva... dar asta e, a trebuit sa ne multumim cu atat :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci da deci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cica ea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although your movements are so incredibly slow, your brain makes the fastest connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu ma gandeam... sa ma bucur sau sa ma supar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigur ca m-am bucurat dupa ce mi-a trecut supararea :)</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/05/one-of-most-insulting-compliments-i-got.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=7798479512644432977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7798479512644432977'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/7798479512644432977'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-4845472609168134475</id><published>2007-05-18T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:13:39.586Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keb: cand aveam probleme mai demult[cand ma simteam "de cacat", ca sa citez f.o.(=fratele omului)] ma apucam sa scriu ceva prostioara&lt;br /&gt;keb: mai nou ma apuc sa imi slefuiesc scaunul si sa ii fac pernita de catifea rosie, insir margele pe o bucata de lana, cos lenjerie rupta de luni de zile sau chiar imi imperechez ciorapii (un obicei la fel de rar ca si cusutul)&lt;br /&gt;keb: pe urma ma simt mai bine&lt;br /&gt;keb: si ma intreb de ce nu as face asta toata viata, sa insir margele, sa cos pernute&lt;br /&gt;keb: ieri mi-am dorit f tare o masina de cusut&lt;br /&gt;keb: [ca sa cos o banda de matase maro pe pantalonii de catifea neagra care mi s-au rupt cand am picat cu bicicleta (in ultimul timp pic foarte des cu bicicleta)]&lt;br /&gt;keb: dar in ultimul timp imi doresc cam orice pt ca nu imi pot permite cam nimic&lt;br /&gt;keb: e pt ca nu mai am nici o alegere (traducere directa din have no choice, in romana cred ca ar fi fost: pt ca nu mai am posibilitatea sa aleg)&lt;br /&gt;keb: cand aveam de ales am ales sa mi se intample asta</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/05/keb-cand-aveam-probleme-mai-demultcand.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=4845472609168134475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4845472609168134475'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/4845472609168134475'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-1484209840238294511</id><published>2007-05-03T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:34:54.622Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first youtubla:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NLpmQ6WI_U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NLpmQ6WI_U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Telefon in strainatate, un film de Hanno Hofer din 1997</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/05/my-first-youtubla-and-singer-is.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=1484209840238294511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1484209840238294511'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/1484209840238294511'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779559.post-681548666861549458</id><published>2007-05-03T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:55:13.764Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Postmodern means postmodest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oare de unde era asta?!..)</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/2007/05/postmodern-means-postmodest.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779559&amp;postID=681548666861549458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.keb.lx.ro/atom.xml' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/681548666861549458'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779559/posts/default/681548666861549458'/><author><name>keb</name></author></entry></feed>