Ana Todor Blog Journey

Sirius

This hug of the month was posted on request. I wanted to linger a little longer with it, until the person it is dedicated to could actually get to see it with his own Internet connection, not from an impersonal PC at school. But it seems it was not to be, dear old friend. The show must go on. People want you. You see, there is this thing. I feel shattered most of the time, but I have people around me to teach me how to go on, how to get back into my senses and get a grip of myself. Surprisingly, Sirius here was one of those people. You might not believe it. I despised him myself once for his slow way of acting, for his sumptuous way of outliving life. Sirius is something of Emily Dickinson probably (and no, I don’t mean he’s gay). He has few friends, but his life is rich with thoughts and senses. He can love an idea till the very end. As I was saying, I despised him for that at the beginning. Because I have a fanatical way of pursuing my dreams and I can’t imagine what waiting can be like. If any of you out there have read “The Perfume” (by Patrick Suskind), then note that Sirius was a kind of Grenouille - quietly waiting for his dreams to lay out for himself, crawling in an indefinite mass of art and good taste. Even his family name reminded somehow of his destiny. Margineanu, which can only be translated like a sort of (Marginal-ickinson or McLeftAside, i guess). He never intruded, although he had the right to. He was too smart for most of this city, and yet, he never burst out with discontent. He only had one dream: to take on playing the guitar. After he graduated high-school, he stayed at home for one year to pursue this dream of his, to my huge surprise. I almost burnt him on a stake at that time, thinking of his ultimate waste. But it was not so. Sirius is studying music in London now. Trying to play out Scar Tissue, by Red Hot Chilli Peppers. He doesn’t have any musical background (he was most into science in high-school), but he seems to be doing a fine job at least. I hope to request an autograph from him once. And yeah, I goddam think he looks Norse.

One hug is worth a thousand words, and a thousand stories.

Me hugging the last dinosaur

Now that the blog is settled and I sense clear skies ahead, it is time to round up my categories. The hug of the month is meant to be the supreme delight for my inner child. It is highly probable that I was inspired by Free Hugs on YouTube but I still feel original in my soul. This is because I am a wee bit shyer than the guy in the movie. So I decided not to go around begging for hugs with my big humid eyes, but rather go hug a person or object (aka idea) I admire very much. Each month. At first I wanted to do this on a weekly basis, but I realized I would exhaust my list of subjects too soon, although they kept flowing quite generously. And to slowly slip off to the core of the idea, my first hug, the priority hug, is dedicated to Mihai, that sweet hunk honey-punch that dropped into my life over an year ago. Thinking dinosaurs are extinct? Well, he’s the last of the species, so drop the scientific facts you watch on Discovery Channel. What they don’t teach you in schools is that dinosaurs are gentle, warm-blooded, enviroment-friendly creatures. They make you understand how to love, they help you find your place in the world and their very quiet awe is a still example for all the no-brainers out there. Dinosaurs make you fit back into context. And if that is not enough, they can pull a straight face and teach you accounting, web design or how NOT to swim like a rock. I wish I could share my rare, vicious mega-reptile with the whole world. Or better yet, we should revive dinosaurs, so anyone can have one, and see what I mean. Draining post, enough for today…