If I go to the beach and use a machine that is legal to use (Ski jets on water), but I do disturb others, so it might not be ethical.
If I go to an ice cream shop and I buy a product, even if my purchase helps keeping that company alive, I think it’s rather ethical, as I don’t disturb others. It’s a vice for which I pay myself.
Sometimes, I go to events. I recently went to a concert at Cazino Constanța.
We couldn’t go early enough to get some good places, so we stayed outside the event area.
I noticed that if I stay close enough to the event, two things happen:
#1 The music is louder, and easier to follow;
#2 People, by respect, get quieter, and, again, the event is easier to follow.
There are only good parts in getting closer to the stage.
PS: This means I found out that sitting in the front at an event helps. :)
Elevii români au obţinut patru medalii de aur la Olimpiada Internaţională de Informatică, desfășurată la Sucre, în Bolivia, anunță sâmbătă Ministerul Educației, care numește rezultatul ca fiind „istoric”.
„Este cel mai bun rezultat obținut de România la această competiție, aflată la cea de-a 37-a ediție. IOI s-a desfășurat la Sucre, în Bolivia, cu participarea a peste 90 de țări”, a transmis Ministerul Educației.
Notă Olivian – Uitați-vă pe lista de țări, e absolut uluitoare performanța.
Pentru mine – A posti cu sufletul = a posti. Postirea cu trupul pentru mine e legată tot de suflet. Altfel, e regim vegan, și nu despre asta e vorba, ci tot despre suflet.
(nu înseamnă că o și reușesc, dar asta înseamnă pentru mine.
In a Final Destination movie, there’s a scene in which a person steps on a nail.
This is a horror movie. Attention – very graphical scene!!!: Final Destination 5 | Gymnastics Gone Wrong | ClipZone: Horrorscapes – YouTube.
I go to the beach in Năvodari only to find that there are wooden surfaces.
The boards of wood are put into place with nails.
Some of these nails are out of the boards, and one could easily step on them.
They are not the pointed parts of the nail, but the head, but still, I would not want to step on a nail on a wooden board.
I saw this multiple times.
Yesterday, I was at a different beach, 20-minute walk from mine, and I told a friend about this, and he told me that I picked some cheap beaches, as he has seen no nails at the beach he was at (again, wooden pathways).
I looked carefully and found a nail out of its place; it could have easily been stepped on.
I remembered the scene from Final Destination because the nail is on my mind.
Yet, the people at the beach did nothing about the nails.
Only finding one such nail would give me shivers.
I now have a phobia of trusting places like this.
What’s the most outrageous thing? The beaches are privately administered, you would expect more care for this.
This is the final nailstination.
“Love is never wasted,
For its value does not rest upon reciprocity.” – C. S. Lewis
Am văzut F1 (2025).
Mi-au plăcut – muzica (Hans Zimmer e fabulos), intrarea în atmosferă, partea vizuală.
Nu mi-a plăcut aproape deloc lipsa de logică a acțiunii în sine, și lipsa completă de etică și fair play.
E un film de tipul “cum să furi într-un mod cât mai absurd și să fii admirat de audiență că ai furat într-un mod inovator, dar și complet necredibil”.
Nu mi-a provocat aproape nicio emoție.
Nota 9/10, dar nu pentru scenariu.
Este important să ne știm istoria.
Chiar dacă cuvântul Ceaușescu a fost rostit ca glumă, ca o persiflare, ca o ironie, rezultatul este, din păcate, nociv.
Este bine că s-a trecut peste traumă, într-un fel.
Dar să faci din trecut o glumă, să bagatelizezi o perioadă a dictaturii poate fi o cale mai puțin înțeleaptă.
Ca parte pozitivă, ar fi faptul că tinerii știu de Ceaușescu, și pot să treacă ușor peste anii aceia.
Ca parte mai puțin negativă, bagatelizarea istoriei.
Rabbi Bunam used to tell young men who came to him for the first time the story of Rabbi Eisik, son of Rabbi Yekel in Cracow. After many years of great poverty which had never shaken his faith in God, he dreamed someone bade him look for a treasure in Prague, under the bridge which leads to the king’s palace. When the dream recurred a third time, Rabbi Eisik prepared for the journey and set out for Prague. But the bridge was guarded day and night and he did not dare to start digging. Nevertheless he went to the bridge every morning and kept walking around it until evening.
Finally the captain of the guards, who had been watching him, asked in a kindly way whether he was looking for something or waiting for somebody. Rabbi Eisik told him of the dream which had brought him here from a faraway country. The captain laughed: “And so to please the dream, you poor fellow wore out your shoes to come here! As for having faith in dreams, if I had had it, I should have had to get going when a dream once told me to go to Cracow and dig for treasure under the stove in the room of a Jew—Eisik, son of Yekel, that was the name! Eisik, son of Yekel! I can just imagine what it would be like, how I should have to try every house over there, where one half of the Jews are named Eisik,and the other Yekel!” And he laughed again. Rabbi Eisik bowed, traveled home, dug up the treasure from under the stove, and built the House of Prayer which is called “Reb Eisik’s Shul.”
People would go to the end of the world to find a priest with grace. In Orthodoxy, some known monasteries, or Mount Athos.
How about finding a priest with divine power right close to your home, at the church closest to you?
I don’t think you need to travel the world to find a priest with grace.
“Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear”. So are priests with grace.
