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Bradut, a former teacher (now a peer and a friend), runs jurnalismonline.ro and he had me over yesterday for one of his Yahoo!Mess interviews. It ended up being a long talk — about Esquire Romania, journalism and a little about blogging. If you can read Romanian and can take a little more of my ranting, [...]

Esquire, the award-winning American magazine, is launching its Romanian edition next week. The PDFs below are a sneak preview of the cover and contents page.
Esquire will be a novelty on the Romanian magazine market, and the first outlet to promote long-form writing and narrative journalism. These forms are almost inexistent in Romania. They will hopefully [...]

This is indeed turning into a food blog. Help!
Here are shots from the dumpling cook-off between Jo and Lavi. I call them gomboc, which is the Hungarian spelling of the lovely dumplings. Jo made papanasi (even though she inisted they are gomboc - they are not) out of yogurt and raisins, and she made them [...]

No posts in a while, but, believe me, it’s because I’m writing enough at work.
Still, there are interesting experiments going on in my kitchen. Below is Lavi’s monumental apple pie, which I ate about 80 percent of by myself. Why? Well, first of all it was damn yummy. Second of all, people say I’m skinny [...]

Fuchsia dots are taking over this city. Not my dots. Hers.

As I’ve done for more than five years now (last time, here), I will indulge in a little nostalgia and give props to ab4. They are playing tonight in Suburbia.

There is little excuse for being silent on your blog, so I won’t venture into that territory. But I do want to use the tried and tested trick of letting someone else write when you can’t do it. A few weeks ago Elena left a very thoughtful comment to this post. I wanted to make [...]

I can’t see the sun anymore—it’s now a smidgeon of light behind grayish clouds, as if it turned away to fluff the pillows and get ready to tuck itself in.
I’m not a sucker for sunsets and I’m not one to indulge much in star-gazing or in the occasional open-sky-as-a-parable-for-freedom banter. I once dumped a girl [...]

I’m full.
Every once in a while (alright, every once in a very rare while) you get the chance to spend that perfect weekend peppered with just the right amount of food. Saturday was burger time and Sunday–following another lovely American tradition–was brunch time.
Just a few days ago I was chatting with Mirona over beers about [...]

A couple of weeks ago I found myself drooling at the thought of an American hamburger. One of those that require you to handle ground meat, assemble the patties, grill them (in a pan will work just fine), slap a piece of cheese on them and so on. Yesterday I couldn’t take it anymore. I [...]