http://trilema.com/2020/forum-logs-for-18-apr-2018/ Moving targets for a fast crowd. Sat, 02 May 2026 09:30:38 +0000 http://polimedia.us hourly 1 http://trilema.com/2020/forum-logs-for-18-apr-2018/#comment-153749 My weekend adventure. Including the answer to the Florimund riddle, bears, how Brasov got itself banned (but Romania altogether not just yet), assorted derisions and aspersions as well as no sexually explicit content wharsoever! on Trilema - A blog by Mir Wed, 19 Aug 2020 16:18:05 +0000 http://trilema.com/?p=91551#comment-153749 [...] Above : gate of the Brukenthal museum. By bureaucratic requestxiii the sad shithole will not be mentioned in other terms than to point out that it is the most ridiculously impossible intertwine of orcish insanity and neglected decay. The walls are, quite visibly and most literally, falling apart, while "exhibit items" dangle in the still air suspended by (quite visibly, and most literally) laundry wire, garishly colored in whatever nuances the Chinese thought'd sell best (shockingly at odds from the browns so specific to bad oil painting). There's overpowering glare, such that 90% of the angles are simply unusable -- somehow two dozen idiots sit around those stiff, unaired rooms all day long without it ever occuring to them that this is very much not a museum, and until they actually get the glare problem fixed it can't be a museum, and it has to be done right now, like it were a firexiv, because if it isn't... there might as well have been a fire, for all the difference this makes. Guaranteedly they "studied" in "college" for a decade+ (in this part of the world, pharmacists come from pharmacy school, a right and proper medical school specialization, and notaries are trained by law schools, just like lawyers or judges), because insanity of this exquisite sort can't simply be found in nature -- it has to be carefully and slowly instilled into a selection of pre-broken minds. For their trouble they get to waste their lives retracing the steps of Ovidiu Gorea ; though unlike that literary character (who is about to make Prime Minister these days, once he finally comprehended his role in the film and started applying it in his life, by quitting "acting" and starting a career in "politics" instead), they won't be touched by the vorlons. Say it with me now, "portretul fetei din tramvai..." [...] [...] Above : gate of the Brukenthal museum. By bureaucratic requestxiii the sad shithole will not be mentioned in other terms than to point out that it is the most ridiculously impossible intertwine of orcish insanity and neglected decay. The walls are, quite visibly and most literally, falling apart, while "exhibit items" dangle in the still air suspended by (quite visibly, and most literally) laundry wire, garishly colored in whatever nuances the Chinese thought'd sell best (shockingly at odds from the browns so specific to bad oil painting). There's overpowering glare, such that 90% of the angles are simply unusable -- somehow two dozen idiots sit around those stiff, unaired rooms all day long without it ever occuring to them that this is very much not a museum, and until they actually get the glare problem fixed it can't be a museum, and it has to be done right now, like it were a firexiv, because if it isn't... there might as well have been a fire, for all the difference this makes. Guaranteedly they "studied" in "college" for a decade+ (in this part of the world, pharmacists come from pharmacy school, a right and proper medical school specialization, and notaries are trained by law schools, just like lawyers or judges), because insanity of this exquisite sort can't simply be found in nature -- it has to be carefully and slowly instilled into a selection of pre-broken minds. For their trouble they get to waste their lives retracing the steps of Ovidiu Gorea ; though unlike that literary character (who is about to make Prime Minister these days, once he finally comprehended his role in the film and started applying it in his life, by quitting "acting" and starting a career in "politics" instead), they won't be touched by the vorlons. Say it with me now, "portretul fetei din tramvai..." [...]

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