Lights will inspire you

HERE IS WHAT WE NEED:
We need a new logo. We need to come up with a tagline, so your thoughts
might inspire us. We are thinking of "Illuminating New York's
Architecture". We want to be known as knowledgeable, friendly
(approachable), and providing great service. If you recommend a tagline,
that's great too. So the logo should read as: CLSI. Or it could be CLSi.
Or, it could even be clsi.

OUR TARGET AUDIENCE IS:
Our audience includes lighting designers, architects, engineers, municipal
agencies, contractors, distributors and end users. As professionals in the
area of lighting, they know that unlike ink on paper, lighting is an
"additive" color space. The more you add, the lighter it gets. Just a
thought here.

EBC Lithuania 2011

Civil War Prservation trust proposals

HERE IS WHAT WE NEED:

We need to redesign our organizational logo. Our current logo has been in use since 1999 and has a number of problems (A) it includes controversial Confederate battle flag imagery (B) doesn't indicate that we are a land preservation organization and (C) doesn't convey our organization's name.

Our new logo would hopefully solve for all three problems above. We are looking for a strong, bold, patriotic image.

EBC Lithuania 2011

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HERE IS WHAT WE NEED:
We need logo on A4 format with slogan. This logo will be used everywhere. You probably know how many usage variants have logo for different championships all around the world. So we need logo which will be used in color and b/w version. It should be easily transformable to different sizes starting from pins and ending with huge outdoors. It should be easily applicable for uniforms, sport attributes etc. Logo should be original, very creative and unique. Logo should have connection with Lithuania and basketball. You should know that basketball is game number 1 in Lithuania.

OUR TARGET AUDIENCE IS:
Audience is Lithuanian basketball league board. They will choose which logo suits they needs best. All of them are basketball experts, but not creative people. Logo should be eye catching, easy to remember and for 100% Lithuanian.

MAJI . logo

Briefing

Maji Sports is a new company that will design Performance sports equipment, clothing, accessories and water bottles primarily for the Yoga market. Maji Sports will not be bound by the limitation of yoga TRADITION, but will look to reinvent traditional yoga equipments. People that practice yoga today come from different backgrounds, runners, cyclists, tri-athletes, average joe etc. These are people that are not traditional Yogis and will be open to new interpretation of new yoga products.

Coffee and Tea

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Shards

Amazed

Tu?

Star

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Sputnik

Ma bucur de experienta calatoriilor acasa. Dupa multa vreme dupa ce s-au intamplat si fara ajutorul fotografiilor sau a altor artificii de memorii.

Recistesc Iubita mea, Sputnik de Haruki Murakami si printr-o succesiune oarecare de evenimente care puncta sirul povestiri mi-a revenit in minte Vietnamul. Zgomotul apei batanduse de barca si valurile imprastiate de motiunea barcii.
Nu ma consider o persoana romantica. Apreciez detalii estetice si ma bucur de simfonia de senzatii oferite de imprajurari idilice dar sunt prea inchistat in detaliile practice. Doar in momente de relaxare (dupa un efort considerabil) it happens that I dive in memories.

Another memory that keeps repeating now, attached with the irony of it, is another moment that might seem a postcard snapshot. The beach Sihanouk Ville Cambodgia and the terasse overlooking the sunset between the palms floating on the calming blue of the ocean (or was that a sea?). Probably the most rated romantic moment I was lucky to experience till now. If I keep writting this might seem a cheap touristic broshure. I have to smile at this memory though, cause Pedro was my freshly ex Cari at that moment and even so we bonded in a relax non verbal matter that I havent experience before. Maybe was the place and the person. Or just the place.

Those are feelings, remote non visual memories that werent valued at that moment as they should have been (but what should have I done? Jump around of joy and try to take mental pictures?).

Myu, una dintre personajele carti ajunge la concluzia ca fara un companion (sputnik) nu ar fii ajuns la intesitatea trairii unei vacante asemanatoare cu ale mele, in care grijile si responsabilitatiile zilnice dispar ca o gluma proasta. Undeva, printre liniile de text am realizat ca nu o inteleg. Sau, that personally I dont seem to have a common ground with her. Even with travel partners my experiences are personal, I can not share and probably I not able or not willing to share them.

Or havent I reach yet a point were I could bond with a soul even next to a garbage bin.

Tonight, I think I am a sad person without feeling sad.

resemblance is a bit scary. or is just me?

but what are feelings without emotions?

I dont think I can describe emotions. Or feelings.
Is for the forth time I rewrite this post and I hang between me feeling as an idiot, fascinated by the things are happening around me and the regret that I am only a mere witness.

A friend of mine calls my evil.
But I am as good I can be.

Down the line, at some point when I was in Ch and was feeling bitterly alone I learned that you are actually alone. You are the only one that can understand yourself and watch you course of action to be the right one. And even so, most of the times I am for myself, as you are for yourself a walking contradiction probably making mistakes and having the wrong thoughts.

Some other friends call me to sensitive.
But I am as though as I can be.

Wait, I was going somewhere with this. No I wasnt.
I probably was.

Also, down that line, I gained a cold independence were being myself was just enough and the fascination of the world was enough to accommodate me. But it seems on the long run this is not enough and that I want to be part of that world were there is no wrong or right, were there is so much hope and passion, of a paradise place that somehow smells of mint.
Once it smelled of fresh fountain water.
Once of smooth darker skin.
Once of a perfume.
Once of basement.

A friend of mine calls me utterly and irremediably unsatisfied and slightly unhappy.
But I am as happy as I can.

Garana Jazz Fest

The problem is that the subject is over commented and exposed on my facebook account with photo albums from over 5 people. Oh wait. Did you had the impression I will talk about the event itself. Uff, Im not such a jazz fan or Udrea for that matter.

But over all it felt like a overprice village fest with people of all ages (and to many kids), with cold "langosi" (wikipedia it) and great music for the people that have a ear for "Shooby doo, papa pum, shooooo yeah".
On the other side I think I would have loved the Sunday shows if ... lets say I would have stay longer and would have been sober.

But the trip itself and the atmosphere was a continuous WOOOOOOOOOwing after the very energetic expression "PARTY SUPER PARTY!!!". Plus the adrenaline of moving tents at the midnight stroke from the water outburst of our idyllic little stream transformed in a monstrous river was just excelarating.

happiness

Happiness can be so simple.
A cold shower after a blazing day.

Exit . output

Roughly the daily EXIT schedule.
09.00 wake up after couple of hours of sleep all sweaty, taking your sleeping back and trying to find a place to sleep in the shadow
12.00 waiting in line to get in the shower
13.00 slurping a fresh squeezed juice (oh, the heaven!!!)
14.00 flirting with the idea of eating (chinese or one of the to many gorgeous guys passing)
15.00 finding a place to lay in the shadow
16.00 smoking the first cigarette and thinking how lucky we are to find such a cool place
17.00 starting to read
17.01 sleeping with the mouth open
17.35 waking for a brief thought of how soft and comfortable is your bed, back home, and how ungrateful you are with it when your home
18.00 sleeping
19.00 sleeping
20.00 dreaming about having supernatural powers and vaporizing the drunken english chorus
21.00 moving back in the tent for another round of uncomfortable sleeping
21.30 dreaming about teleporting all the loud drunken english singers to the North Pole.
21.35 having a cold shower
21.50 looking at Selma doing her nails
22.30 looking at Selma doing her nails
22.49 looking pissed at Selma doing her nails
23.00 leaving the Exit village camping grounds
23.20 deciding "eh, fuck Moby, lets go and have a coffee at a bar"
00.00 getting a full body check up at the exit entrance festival grounds
00.05 "How the hell would we pass thru this crowds"
00.45 eating on live Prodigy
01.30 getting the wine
02.00 fighting the crowds
02.30 finally, the Dance Arena
03.00 Party SUUUUUUUUPER PAAAAAAAAAAAARTY!!!! till dawn

Side note: yes, you can eat a piece of cake with a straw. Stretch it Rodica! (which is a phonetical variation of Happy birthday in serbian)

EXIT . Novi Sad

Never been to an Open air before. Not like at the whole thing. At some concerts within an Open Air yes; looking curious at the camping site thinking, neh, not for me. Well, baby, forget showers, bread, french lessons and yoga silence and give me the beer, french kisses and hit me with the bass!

Emilia Dima Jurca

Our theater teacher passed away.
She taught us self confidence, diction and how to sit on a chair on a stage.
May you, dear Doamna Emi rest in peace.

Teatrul vesnic tanar