<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:29:24.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blog despre oameni</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042.post-4024943748067221128</id><published>2009-12-15T11:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:04:47.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ninge, ninge, ninge</title><content type='html'>Ma bucur mereu cand vad prima ninsoare. Imi amintesc cum, copil fiind, alergam la fereastra si priveam minute in sir joaca fulgilor de nea. Alegam apoi in susul strazii pana la biserica si ne dadeam cu saniile pe "derdelus". Masinile erau putine si strada necirculata. Imi doream sa ninga intr-atat incat sa "se opreasca scolile". Si uneori chiar se intampla:)&lt;br /&gt;In anii astia ninsoarea e o raritate dar cu atat mai frumoasa. Strazile albe arata infinit mai bine decat gri-ul cotidian. Ninge de azi dimineata si ma simt din nou copil.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Initial el are o mosie pe care trudesc argatii. Mosia se dezvolta si boierul descopera ca nu mai poate sau nu mai are timp/chef sa o conduca singur. Mai afla intre timp ca in alte regate aflate mai la miaza-noapte alti boieri si-au angajat vechili, le-au dat mosiile lor pe mana si acestea au prosperat. Vrea si el.&lt;br /&gt;De aici povestea capata specificul local. Boierul isi cauta si el un vechil, ii cere recoltele boierilor din celelalte regate dar cu cateva marunte conditii: sa foloseasca martoage obosite in loc de armasari pur-sange, sa le hraneasca cu ce-o fi in locul tavilor cu jar si sa accepte ca uneori, poate zilnic, boierul sa ii biciuiasca martoagele obosite. Las' ca stiu ele de ce. Meritele, de se vor obtine,  vor fi mereu ale boierului. Vechilul se va dovedi mai devreme sau mai tarziu doar un prost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanii au fost invitati in anul 2009 sa voteze ideologii desi , luate la rand, aproape toate partidele au dificultati sa isi defineasca apartenenta. Cat despre membrii lor - ceea ce ii uneste este doar interesul economic propriu - a se vedea usurinta cu care trec si vor mai trece dintr-un partid in altul. Mie asta imi spune ca sistemul politic in intregime este caduc. Trebuie inventat altul - acesta a murit deja&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Oamenii se simteau bine si ne vorbeau despre romanism. Totul a culminat cu un "desteapta-te romane" racnit de o gasca afona.&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, nu ma regasesc in niciuna din manifestarile astea. Mi-as dori in schimb sa vad oameni civilizati bucurandu-se sincer, televiziuni si ziare vorbindu-ne despre romani de valoare, promovand elite autentice. Utopic&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Probabil ca, in lipsa oricarei opinii alternative, as ajunge sa am convingeri ferme in scurt timp. Nimeni si nimic nu le-ar putea zdruncina. Doar scriind asta ma infior!&lt;br /&gt;Eu unul sunt fericit cand primesc pareri despre ceea ce gandesc sau spun. Imi place sa verific astfel daca ceea ce gandesc este in regula. Uneori sfarsesc prin a-mi schimba chiar radical parerea initiala atunci cand aflu lucruri noi. Nu e inconsecventa - se numeste evolutie. &lt;br /&gt;Cand am scris prima oara aici am facut-o doar pentru a pune undeva ceea ce gandesc. Acum aflu ca mai e cate cineva care citeste si ma indeamna sa continuu sa postez. E reconfortant!&lt;br /&gt;Am multe de spus si mi-ar placea sa va aflu parerea mai des!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490443672262350042-7937748318425654742?l=mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/7937748318425654742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490443672262350042&amp;postID=7937748318425654742' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/7937748318425654742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/7937748318425654742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/2009/11/convingeri-ferme-sau-idei-in-evolutie.html' title='Convingeri ferme sau idei in evolutie?'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042.post-6885554202274440597</id><published>2009-11-11T01:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:15:31.991+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simfonia culorilor</title><content type='html'>Pierdut printre zilele acestui an atat de greu uitasem sa vad in jurul meu toamna. Am fost duminica in parcul Carol - era surprinzator de putina lume pentru o zi asa de frumoasa de toamna tarzie. Parea ca un pictor genial ne aruncase in mijlocul operei sale - ce armonie de culori! Un vanticel rebel misca frunzele cazute pe alei. Sofia zambea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490443672262350042-6885554202274440597?l=mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/6885554202274440597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490443672262350042&amp;postID=6885554202274440597' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/6885554202274440597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/6885554202274440597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/2009/11/simfonia-culorilor.html' title='Simfonia culorilor'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042.post-4326684719809906789</id><published>2009-11-11T00:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:56:58.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spre un loc mai bun</title><content type='html'>M-am gandit toata ziua sa scriu ceva despre disparitia lui Gheorghe Dinica. &lt;div&gt;Ma cutremura cum, zile intregi, sacalii media au amusinat pe langa spitalul unde Actorul isi petrecea ultimele zile din viata. Apoi, cand s-a intamplat, s-au umplut ecranele tuturor posturilor TV.&lt;div&gt;Poate ca un pic de decenta ar fi servit mai mult memoriei acestui Om. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi amintesc ca, in urma cu ani, eram coleg de "uzina" cu Catalin - un tip extrem de haios care dadea toata ziua citate din filme romanesti celebre. Rolurile lui Dinica erau in prim plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta-i urma cea mai frumoasa pe care o lasa marii artisti - in memoria noastra, a generatiilor care am avut privilegiul de a-i vedea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odihneasca-se in pace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490443672262350042-4326684719809906789?l=mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/4326684719809906789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490443672262350042&amp;postID=4326684719809906789' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/4326684719809906789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/4326684719809906789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/2009/11/spre-un-loc-mai-bun.html' title='Spre un loc mai bun'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042.post-8965757890314046387</id><published>2009-11-03T10:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:09:40.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vorba soricelului</title><content type='html'>Saptamana trecuta am vorbit unor oameni despre customer care. In engleza totul pare mai pretios, nu? Tocmai de asta incerc mereu sa ma distantez de "afacereza" si sa folosesc termenii romanesti cat mai des cu putinta. Chiar daca nu avem termeni echivalenti in limba noastra nu cred ca e greu sa spui ca e vorba despre felul in care ai grija de clientii tai. Sau mai bine spus cu cei care iti calca pragul - chiar si virtual. Voi reveni la subiectul asta pentru ca m-am decis in sfarsit sa scriu constant aici.&lt;div&gt;Imprumutul de cuvinte din engleza imi pare ca un soi de pretiozitate folosita deliberat ca element de apartenenta la o casta "superioara". Adica noi vorbim o limba pe care tu, prostul, nu o intelegi. Mie unuia imi vine mereu sa rad cand aud cu diverse ocazii vorbindu-se asa. Mi se pare mai degraba un fel de a ascunde lacune din cele mai adanci. Daca te ocupi de marketing/comunicare poate ar trebui sa te preocupe felul in care ceea ce vrei sa spui este inteles de audienta ta, nu-i asa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu ocazia sus-pomenita a aparut subit in discutie un soricel. Se foloseste expresia "word of mouth" pentru a descrie puterea pe care o are raspandirea unui subiect din gura in gura (atentie la gripa porcina!). Ei bine, intr-una din prezentari, cineva a folosit "word of mouse" in locul expresiei de mai sus starnind hohote de ras. Ingrijorator e ca a repetat de cateva ori cu convingere facandu-ma sa ma gandesc ca nu e o simpla eroare. Este desigur o meteahna din anii de marketing si publicitate sa privesc cu atentie detaliul insa nu o fac cu rautate. Pentru mine este un sfat gratuit pe care celalalt decide sau nu daca il ia in considerare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concluzia ar fi ca, daca ai pretentia sa tii o prezentare intr-un domeniu oarecare (felicitari pentru curaj!), ar fi bine sa te asiguri ca stapanesti bine teritoriul respectiv si termenii aferenti. Altfel, riscul de a cadea in derizoriu e mare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490443672262350042-8965757890314046387?l=mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/8965757890314046387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490443672262350042&amp;postID=8965757890314046387' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/8965757890314046387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/8965757890314046387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/2009/11/vorba-soricelului.html' title='Vorba soricelului'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042.post-6842700388361629059</id><published>2009-04-28T16:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:09:28.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNE si rele</title><content type='html'>O scurta discutie despre zambet si puterea lui. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O spun mereu: puterea e in noi, in fiinta noastra. La prima vedere poate suna demagogic dar trecand mai departe vei descoperi cat de mult poti face prin efortul vointei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totul pare inca mai usor daca zambesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi veti spune ca sunt atatea rele in jurul nostru si e greu sa le ignori. Poate. Sunt insa infinit mai multe cele bune. Incepe cu o raza de soare dimineata devreme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490443672262350042-6842700388361629059?l=mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/6842700388361629059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490443672262350042&amp;postID=6842700388361629059' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/6842700388361629059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/6842700388361629059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/2009/04/bune-si-rele.html' title='BUNE si rele'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042.post-110747575850476721</id><published>2009-04-14T14:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:25:42.709+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre a fi implicat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Vad prea des in jur oameni carora nu le pasa. "It's not my problem" pare a fi propozitia lor favorita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot ce depaseste orizontul lor foarte apropiat iese din sfera de interes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fete fara suras si fara reactie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treziti-va! E viata in jurul vostru desi nu pentru mult timp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai avem inca ocazia sa salvam tot ce ne inconjoara. Si (minune!) o putem face fara ostentatie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O veste proasta totusi - nu veti obtine nimic palpabil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490443672262350042-110747575850476721?l=mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/110747575850476721/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490443672262350042&amp;postID=110747575850476721' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/110747575850476721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/110747575850476721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/2008/01/despre-fi-implicat.html' title='Despre a fi implicat'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490443672262350042.post-6841996373488598932</id><published>2008-01-15T16:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:56:50.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E timpul</title><content type='html'>M-am intors de la soare si mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la oameni veseli care au sangre caliente in vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am revenit in Bucurestiul stiut. Cel al oamenilor fara zambet. Al umeraselor parfumate ce vegeteaza in cafenele. Al celor fara viata. Al claxoanelor nervoase, al locurilor de parcare detinute prin cutuma. Al mormanelor de zapada (gunoi, mizerie) ocolite cu grija dar niciodata inlaturate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta se vede cand vii acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma incapatanez sa cred ca exista si o altfel de Romanie. E drept minoritara numeric dar tare in IQ si civilizatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E timpul sa iasa la iveala si sa se afirme. Cu inteligenta si fara agresivitate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490443672262350042-6841996373488598932?l=mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/feeds/6841996373488598932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490443672262350042&amp;postID=6841996373488598932' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/6841996373488598932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490443672262350042/posts/default/6841996373488598932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirceacriveanublog.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-timpul.html' title='E timpul'/><author><name>Mircea Criveanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01413408902079424576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MCRYAKkK5w/R494wC7T8DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-fQH1hTvaY/S220/Mircea+Criveanu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
