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Današnji dan je obeležilo svečano otvaranje rekonstruisane zgrade "Geozavoda" na kojem je prvi put otkrivena maketa projekta "Beograd na vodi". Od ponedeljka, svi sugrađani i gosti našeg grada će imati priliku da pogledaju maketu i saznaju detalje u vezi sa ovim projektom

Beogradski Prajd zakazan je za 17. septembar, prvi nakon što su njegovi glavni organizatori Boban Stojanović i Adam Puškar dobili azil u Kanadi. Beogradski Prajd je ranijih godina bio kritikovan da nije dovoljno inkluzivan i da ne osluškuje potrebe LGBT+ zajednice, zbog čega se u junu i organizuje Parada ponosa Srbije, te se sa odlaskom Bobana i Adama rodila nada da će se nešto promeniti. Promene ima, ali na gore!

Ovogodišnji Beogradski Prajd organizuje švedska organizacija Civil Rights Defenders, zajedno sa organizacijama „Da se zna!", „Gayten-LGBT", „Izađi" iz Novog Sada, „Heartefact", „Inicijativa mladih za ljudska prava" i „SRH Serbia", kojima je Civil Rights Defenders bio ili je još uvek donator ili ih je osnovao ili im je u upravnom odboru Goran Miletić, direktor za Evropu Civil Rights Defendersa.

Kujen Slotmakers iz Ujedinjenog Kraljevstva u svojoj analizi Beogradskog Prajda „Lakmus test Prajda" kaže da „transformacija LGBT prava u 'standard civilizovanosti' nije bila bez posledica." On postavlja pitanje kako je Beogradski Prajd kao simbol evropejstva u procesu pridruživanju Evropskoj uniji transformisao LGBT politiku u Srbiji i analizira kako je taj proces oblikovao politiku Beogradskog Prajda. On smatra da korišćenje Prajda kao međunarodno prepoznatog simbola nije ni malo naivna praksa jer je isključio lokalnu politiku: „Dok je Beograd Prajd postojao politizovani lakmus test za pristupanje Evropskoj uniji, on se na lokalu pretvorio u apolitični ritualni događaj bez LGBT politike".

Ne volim kisu ni hladno vreme. U srcu me stegne tuga neka a misli se bas kao i nebo oboje sivim. Zadrhtim kao lisce na grani sa svakom novom kapi koja kao olovo teska pada predamnom i pomislim na vreme samoce.

Nije lako biti dete koje je silom prilika daleko od porodice, okruzeno resetkama kinderbeta koje silno broji dane do tako dalekog vikenda kada ce ugledati poznati osmeh i pogled koje samo majka moze da pruzi. Strani ljudi manje ili vise prijatnog izraza lica i glasa pokusavaju da te uvedu u novu fazu zivota a ni sam jos ne znas kako se zoves ni sta ti je zadatak. Ucis slova, gledas

HERCEG NOVI, MONTENEGRO – There are as many Perfect Holiday Scenarios as there are people who might conceive of them. For me, observing the Alien Landings on the beaches of Montenegro is always one of the most anthropologically satisfying ways to pass the time.

You are out. You are away from the office and the daily hub-bub of whatever bub you happen to hub for a living. A few hours ago, you were disgorged from a bus or a plane onto this foreign shore. The sunlight blinds your troglodytic eyes, causing you to throw up one tote-bag-toting arm in futile self-defense. Your arms and legs gleaming white-grey the from hours of exposure to fluorescent light, sensitive translucent skin calling out to some long dormant genetic code linking you to a nocturnal amphibious haddock yearning to be free.  

But that was Saturday.

Thusly do I follow in rather oddly assorted footsteps by my Tube-imposed sequestration here in Kew during the thirty-six hour long 24 hour strike of the London Underground. I do not complain; there are worse places to be sequestered (and let us not reopen the file on Slavonski Brod...).

In many ways, we are at the height of our cleverness at 4 a.m. So many brilliant ideas occur to us at four in the morning but as a rule they are gone by the time the alarm goes off a few hours later.

Not so today.

While my body and mind are still responding to Chinese time cues, making me think four a.m. is a darn good time to get up and start the day, I happen to be awake and aware of the pre-down cleverness which most of us sleep through.

Today (and yesterday, and tomorrow since it is not quite finished) I opened a new bank account. In order to do so, I affixed my scrawling and somewhat easy-to-copy signature to at least fifty documents - none of which I read.

I got a message on Viber 27 seconds ago. When do I respond? Immediately? What is the etiquette? Is there any etiquette?

People who have an active and useful memory of the 20th Century (like me for example) used to send letters to each other, a process by which weeks and months could pass in between missives. When we got email and could send a letter instantly without relying on the post office, we started to think about "response times". One company I worked for mandated a maximum 48-hour response time for emails. This was soon sliced in two and 24 hours became the etiquette. After that, you were being lazy. Or rude. Or both.

On sale in Aisle 7.

The mystery is that I no longer know where I am when I go to the supermarket in Belgrade. Today, for example, I started out list-in-handed on a journey to IDEA in New Belgrade. I had received in the post a special Happy Birthday coupon for a 10% discount (on almost everything except what I wanted to buy I found in the fine print).

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Erase the facts the shit was flyin' outta the window. I painted blue. I paint the whole room

When its time to get in trouble we know just what to do

the screen door swayin'.now baby gimme something to live for, I been a fool, I been a fool. no revelations in the water, no tears into the booze

In pains the floor, the worried people shaking the whole house,  I take it back, I take it all back

the regret thats got us sayin'. the hounds upon the tracks. and always in time, I'm never looking over my shoulder, I sing to you, I sing it to you

keeping heads above

LUA

I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk,  I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off. But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft, Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone.

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend, 'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations. With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection the mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit.

And I know you have a heavy