This morning, leaving my home, there was a guy who wanted to take my parking space. But he decided to wait for it in such a way as I could not easily get out of it. I signaled him to move and he inched away - it was enough for me to pass but I had to do six maneuvers to get by without hitting him.

The Serbian prime minister told AmCham this last week, so it MUST be true. Maybe the post-crisis period started on that morning and I was just too sleepy to notice.

Up until recently, we had only been in the POST-TRANSITION. We would use the word post-transition because it would indicate that there is still a little clutter lying around in the corners from the transition period. In fact, until it is all clear up, we might say that we are actually still in the transition but we have been so many years in transit that post-transition feels better. Maybe this is the pre-post-transition. Likewise the crisis. Pre-post-pre-crisis.

It is a fact of our linear time-space continuum that the life in the world is a one way street. 2011 cannot be followed by 2010 (nor by 1526 as far as that goes) or anything other than 2012. Tonight we celebrate that passage in our odd and somewhat superfluous tradition marking the passage of time. Even as I write this, we could be celebrating the passage of 11.59 into 12.00...

According to the brain scientists and rocket surgeons whom we have elected to public office in Belgrade ("we" being loosely applied here), it is NOT enough to switch off the music early. It is NOT enough to close the bars, cafes, and restaurants by midnight. It is NOT enough to curtail the sale of alcohol after a certain hour. Now, if we have a few too many, we will have to sleep in the bars until morning.

Having been told to meet our bus in this parking lot to begin the 12-hour trip to Halkidiki, we duly showed up at the appointed time and place. Instead of seeing our bus, however, we saw at least 20 such conveyances, surrounded with hundreds of bag-laden holidaymakers.

The process of transformation had already begun.

When shopping for toys (toys!), I experienced a kind of outrage that very rarely befalls me. My curmudgeonly nature causes me to grumble and complain a lot and often, but very rarely does something, some behavior, drive me to the edge of tolerance. 

The effect is meant to demonstrate the machine's power by generating enough noise to drown out any other urban man-made sound within 10 kilometers of the blower.

It also

For the next several days, I will be ensconced behind the Great Firewall of China and untouchable by Facebook, Google, YouTube, and 2,700 other websites which the People's Censor has deemed to be unbrowseable.

Iran, Vietnam, and North Korea are also on the list of blockers, but I think it is just me-too-ism.

"ako ovaj dacic sredi do nove ove vize bele, ovaj sengen, ja cu da glasam za sps."

- danas nam je marko crtao konjove.

izgleda da se nismo razumeli

Сигурно је да нас чека далеки пут, али... има људи, дана, ситуација... који нас изнова подсећају да смо већ далеко одмакли од понора иза нас... 

Од мене једно велико хвала. Нарочито ако се сетимо "шармантног" претходника.

Postkrizni model ekonomskog rasta i razvoja Srbije 2011-2020

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ekonomisti su ljudi koji će sutra objasniti zašto se danas nije ostvarilo ono što su predvideli juče

"Portparol Demokratske stranke Jelena Trivan izjavila je danas da je legitimno, ali da nije realno očekivati da Boris Tadić, kao predsednik te partije, ima protivkandidata na sledećim izborima u toj stranci"*

ne kapiram. zašto bi bilo poželjno smatrati normalnom situaciju da se za jednu tako odgovornu i snažnu poziciju neće niko kandidovati sem osobe koja je već tamo? demokratija je vid "uređenja" u kome društvo gaji različitost i pronalazi mehanizme da se svačiji glas čuje i odmeri a onda na scenu stupa "većina". kako smo se našli

rucaju u nekom restoranu i ja s njima, svima sam sekla meso. 30 decaka i nas 2 mame, zabole me ruka :-). becka snicla od belog mesa i pomfrit. salate su mi svi ustupili :-) a puding ce sami :-)