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Shqipet in the city

Because I don’t know how to insert media in my page, I can’t insert the video here, but follow the link to view Video. Just a little experiment my friends and I are working on.
Shikim të mbarë!

August 13, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

New and Exciting…Albanian Film Festival is coming in New York!

Festivali i Filmit Shqiptar në Nju Jork njoftoi se ka nisur përzgjedhjet për dy çmime të paprecedentë, për të cilat mund të konkurrojë kushdo. Si në asnjë festival tjetër filmi shqiptar, organizatorët e Albanian Film Festival (AFF) me bazë në Nju Jork të SHBA-së i kanë shtuar listës së çmimeve tradicionale dy kategori për të cilat mund të konkurrohet pa pasur nevojë të kesh realizuar një film.

Bëhet fjalë për konkursin për Skenarin më të Mirë shkruar për film me metrazh të shkurtër, fituesi i të cilit do të sigurojë nga Festivali financim për realizimin e filmit, deri në 20 mijë dollarë. Në konkursin tjetër të veçantë mund të merret pjesë duke realizuar një video amatore deri në 30 sekonda ku të interpretohet një skenë e famshme nga filma shqiptarë në vite. Videot e përzgjedhura do të qarkullojnë në mediat sociale të Albanian Film Festival dhe ajo që do të pëlqehet më shumë do të shpallet fituese e dy ftesave VIP për në Festival ose e një iPad-i.

Themeluesi dhe drejtori artistik i Albanian Film Festival, Ariot Myrtaj, tha në një deklaratë se AFF mirëpret konkurrues nga të gjitha trevat shqiptare dhe kudo në botë.

“Misioni i Festivalit të Filmit Shqiptar këtu në Nju Jork është të promovojë trashëgiminë dhe kulturën shqiptare tek publiku amerikan e më gjerë. Ne jemi entuziastë të përfshijmë talente të reja në botën e kinematografisë panshqiptare,” tha ai.

Sa i përket procedurës së konkurrimit, AFF shpjegon se skenarët duhet të jenë të përkthyer dhe në anglisht dhe duhet t’i dërgohen Festivalit brenda datës 15 shtator duke u ngarkuar në hapësirën përkatëse të faqes së internetitalbanianfilmfest. Krijuesit e videove me skena nga filmat shqiptarë mund t’i dërgojnë Fesivalit videot e tyre me anë të emailit, nëinfo@albanianfilmfest.com, si dhe në mediat sociale kryesore duke përdorur #myAFFmovie.

Ariot Myrtaj tha për mediat se shpreson që këto dy nisma të veçanta të Festivalit të mund të afrojnë më tepër njerëzit, dhe sidomos të rinjtë, ndaj madhështisë së botës shqiptare të shprehur nëpërmjet kinematografisë.

“Ne synojmë – shtoi ai – që të inkurajojmë krijimtarinë e të gjithë atyre që mendojnë se kanë diçka për t’i ofruar kinemasë me identitet shqiptar, qoftë edhe kur nuk kanë mundësi financiare. Albanian Film Festival, me rastin e 100-vjetorit të shpalljes së Pavarësisë në vitin 2012, shfaqi 100 filma në Nju Jork dhe ndërsa ai numër është ulur për të na lejuar të përqëndrohemi më shumë tek konkurrimi, përkushtimi ynë ndaj promovimit të artit shqiptar nuk ka ndryshuar.”

Festivali i Filmit Shqiptar në Nju Jork do të zhvillohet në SVA Theaters në Manhattan nga data 2 deri më 9 tetor 2014. Më pas Albanian Film Festival 2014 do të udhëtojë në Boston, më 11-12 tetor. Festivali AFF organizohet nga Albanian Artists Association me bazë në Nju Jork. Informacione të mëtejshme mund të gjehen në faqen e internetit albanianfilmfest.com.

August 7, 2014 Posted by | Albo Style, NY Life | Leave a comment

Matan Lumit (Beyond the River) Screening in New York

Recently, I was lucky enough to screen “Matan Lumit” a 20 minute short by Sabir Kanaqi. Sabir himself, is a timid and slightly off-center individual who listens very intently and is not very aware of his own talent. I enjoyed the film very much, even with its slight issues and I am happy the people of New York will have a chance to screen it at the Producers Club Saturday night at 8.00PM.
I wrote about it here because of the numerous complaints that the New York Albos don’t offer any quality events. Here is one, so you have no excuse. Show up people!
Matan Lumit screening
Saturday 7/26 at 8:00PM and 8.45PM
Producers Club theatres
358 W. 44th Street (off 9th Ave)
New York, NY

July 25, 2014 Posted by | NY Life | Leave a comment

I’ll take Negativity for $500

I am often told that I have low self-esteem. Possibly. However, I fail to see how this is a damaging trait in this day and age. I believe that boasting and an overblown image of self is fare more damaging and makes one a horrendous person to be around.
Saying that someone else is prettier than me, does not make me underestimate myself. It does not automatically give the other person talent, wisdom and wealth above mine. It does not say that I have no admirers or that I hate the way I look. It just says that that person has more pleasing facial features or a higher charm level.
Saying that I am overweight, does not make me disparage myself either. Thanks to Pittbull and his positive message in modern music: “My girl got a big old booty, oh yeah, your girl got a little old booty, oh no!”, I also recognise the fact that there are men out there whose anaconda likes buns, hon, and that some of those men have either found or will find their way to me.
Furthermore, even if media and general opinion have shifted their attitude towards unattached women “of a certain age” from innattention to pity, I like where I am in life and what my jiggly thighs look like. And I also like to wallow in my misery, scowl at other people who are having a better day, and leave my hair uncombed for a whole weekend, without having to please every one. or shout a few self-criticizing statements without being shut down by my well-meaning friends.
Said all that, I still don’t see the point in waking up every morning and lying to myself about how it is a great day. Sometimes, the day is shit. And some days I want to feel like it is. I would like to get out the tension and anger in me, instead of bottling it up in a parfumed container and pretending everything is ok in the universe.
Inner peace is not the domain of people who have huge self-esteem and who see themselves as the kings of the universe. Rather, people who know where they fit, what they are worth, how they rate in the beauty scale, can reconcile everything around them and wake up with a serene smile in the morning. And if they don’t rate as highly as they would like in their own eyes, they choose what to do with their information. Making one feel as if he/she can fly, does not save him/her from splattering to the ground. Gravity gets us all in the end.

May 8, 2014 Posted by | Rants, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Extermination of unnecessary demons

I am not pretty but you make me gorgeous,
when you drag your lover from the innocence of my eyes
to the murky soup brewing behind yours
I am not important but you raise my pedestal
when you try to knock it as a precautionary measure
breaking your fist in the cold stones
I am not hurt, simply bewildered
When you wage a storm in a teacup
trying to dissipate my amused soul.

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God gives me a medium dish.
He does not think I can handle spice.
Who am I to contradict him. Spice burns in and out.
Spice bothers the palate and incites memory riots.
God is generous and all-seeing.
He does not want me to burn my butt.
I think my butt is intended for greater things.
Otherwise it would not be so big.
God made this medium dish so that I may eat it and be sated.
He knows I can’t stop at just a nugget of taste, no matter how concentrated.
I must have the whole world.
God created the world for Himself.
He keeps me sated so I don’t eat the world.
He expands my butt as he expands my brain.
God loves me because he made me too. All the B-s.
So God serves me his medium dish. I eat it and I am sated.
I bow my head in prayer and give thanks.
God acknowledges it with a quick bowel movement
and my butt is that much smaller.
I prostate again.
To God.
******************************************

You look at me with eyes of hope

You want validation, understanding

a hand, a smile, a toenail to justify your life

You care only if I care that you care

You ask for devotion, respect

love never felt in romance books

You are the white horseman,

the dark angel you come

to bring the tidings I must be waiting for

all my modest life,

You are the burden to bend me at the waist,

you yearn for my open-eyed wonder

It must be for you, only for you

No reason, you say

yet you demand

and I let you.

 

 

 

March 11, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Inspiration

Beth was in the middle of intently staring at the blank computer screen when the doorbell rang. The sound jolted her from the stupor she usually entered when inspiration failed to appear. She went to the door and peered from the eyehole. A young and fresh male face beamed hopefully from the other side. His face was unfamiliar but somehow compelling, with a pert nose exaggerated by the eyehole lens, and ears that flared out. Curiosity won out and she opened the door.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Hello,” the male said. “I am your upstairs neighbor, John Cline Jr.”

Beth revised his age in her head to hit somewhere in the 20ies. Hopefully he was single as well. She wished she had combed her hair and worn something less stained than her yellow sweatshirt and light green tights. But she liked to be comfortable when writing and never expected visits from handsome neighbors.

“I am Beth. Nice to meet you.” she said, thawing out a little and managing a smile of sorts. Guys with cute eyes did not knock at her door very often. “What can I do for you?”

“I locked myself out by mistake.” He said. “May I come in to use your fire entrance to get to my apartment?”

She scrunched her face, thinking. John Cline Jr. seemed like an upstanding member of the community. And Beth was the kind of person who’d always hold the elevator until her neighbors could get on. Or loan them a cup of sugar if they ran out. She was about to say yes when John Cline Jr. started moving his feet forward, presumably to get in. Beth caught herself in time. She knew that being nice to one’s neighbors also meant being vigilant. She did not know this guy. He might be her neighbor, and then again he might be not. He might be a burglar, or a spurned lover.

“I am sorry but I can’t let you in.” she said. “Do you want me to call the super instead?”

“I tried but he won’t answer.” John Cline Jr. replied and looked at her with his cute eyes. John Cline Jr. had really gorgeous eyes, framed by long curly lashes and balanced by distinctive dark eyebrows. She did not know why his whole name appeared in her head like that. It was weird. However he was telling the truth. The super never answered his phone after hours.

“Should I call you a locksmith?” She offered almost without thinking. “Or a family member? Your wife or your girlfriend perhaps?”

“My sister is at work.” He said. “She works nights and has no cell phone. Do you know a locksmith that can help?”

“I can check online.” Beth said gallantly. “Wait here.”

She closed the door to her apartment and then went to her computer. She searched for afterhours locksmiths in the area, and finally found four that listed as such. She called all four but she got only voice mail. She wanted to leave messages but she did not have John Cline Jr.’s number for the call back. She got up and opened the door. John Cline Jr. was still there, and he gave her half a hopeful smile.

“I just got voice mail. “ Beth told him. “And I did not know your phone number. Do you mind giving it to me?”

He rattled off his number and she wrote it on her palm. Beth always wrote things on her palm since she was sure not to misplace them and ink was harder to wash. Besides, she hoped John Cline Jr. found it cute. Not that he and she…He was much younger anyway. And she probably looked like a scary hag, what with her frustration over lack of inspiration. She felt dry, lonely and unattractive, and all of a sudden wanted to disappear. Flustered, she closed the door on him again and went to pick up her phone. Beth was determined to help John Cline Jr. because he was a neighbor in need, nothing else. She was a good soul, everyone said so. She called all four locksmiths once again, leaving messages with John Cline Jr.’s number. There, her good deed of the day was done and she could get back to staring at her blank computer screen. She went and opened the door once more. John Cline Jr. gave her his hopeful smile again. He was really cute.

“I left messages for them all. “ Beth said. “They should be calling you soon.”

“Thank you.” He said. “I will go downstairs and wait in the hallway.”

The hallway was cold and there was no place to sit. Beth felt guilty again.

“You know something,” she said. “Why don’t you wait inside with me? It should not take very long.”

“I would not want to put you out.” He said.

“Look,” Beth said. “It is not that I don’t believe you. I just can’t let you in another apartment. But you can hang around until the locksmiths call back. I am not very good company right now because I am trying to finish an assignment. However, you don’t have to wait in the cold. Just sit and read trashy mags for a while.”

“Alright.” He finally said, and she ushered him into her living room. Which looked like it had been bombed in the past 5 minutes. Beth’s dry spells were not easy on her surroundings. Magazines, books, a crochet hook and yarn and three pillows were still tangled with the blanket on the sofa from her afternoon nap.

“Sit please.” Beth said. “Pardon the mess but I am in the middle of something…”

She hastily gathered everything in her arms and jetted to her bedroom depositing her load on top of the bed. She’d deal with things later. John Cline Jr. probably thought she was the slob of the century.

When she returned, she found him sitting on the couch, leafing through a trash mag. Well, at least she delivered on her promises.

“Would you like some tea or water?” Beth asked, proud of her hostess skills. “Feel free to grab a cookie or two from the plate in front of you. I was up all night baking.”

John Cline Jr. smiled at that and took a cookie.

“Kind hearted, vigilant and a baker! I feel lucky today. A warm cup of tea would make my evening complete.”

Beth felt her cheeks going red and went to the kitchen to make that tea, hoping he had not noticed how flustered she felt. She’d be mortified if he thought she was hitting on him. A younger man! Beth needed a date as soon as possible, hopefully with someone closer to her age instead of this young 20 something with big gorgeous eyes. The tea took another five minutes to make and she brought it on a tray, together with her porcelain sugar and milk holder set. She found John Cline Jr. engrossed in one of her books, the trashy mag forgotten in a corner. He was a reader! The universe was definitely conspiring against her.

Beth put the tray in the coffee table besides him and was awarded with a bright smile and a warm “Thank you!” for her troubles. She felt herself smiling back.

“I am glad you are comfortable.” She said. “I will get back to my work if you don’t mind.”

Beth sat at her workstation and put up the blank document again. Now what? Conscious of her guest’s presence, she started typing in the first sentences that come to her mind, desperate for the keyboard noise to fill the quiet room and possibly push her mind into action. It was useless.

“What type of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?” John Cline Jr. asked and she was grateful for the interaction. The emptiness inside her was overwhelming.

“I am a writer.” Beth told him.

“Really?”

“Well, not quite there yet. Still trying to get published. But I have to live meanwhile so I maintain a column at the regional newspaper. I have a new entry due tomorrow.”

“You must be really good if you can survive on your writing alone.”

“Well, not really. I cook for a caterer on the side too. He is very specific about the ingredients and preparation and I have a lot of time in my hands so it works both ways.”

“That is nice! So you really are a baker. And how is your writing going?”

 “Not well. I can’t write a thing.” Beth blurted out.

“Why not?” John Cline Jr. wanted to know.

“The newspaper wants this stupid column about dating. I thought I had so much material, but now I feel like everything else has been said, you know. It is not like I hold all the answers, anyway.”

“Would you like me to tell you some of my war stories?” He joked and she found herself saying yess yess yess.

“A young and handsome guy like you? What kind of war stories can you possibly have? Cynicism does not start until the 30ies you know.” Beth answered.

“You’d be surprised. Love is not easy, no matter at what age you are looking for it.”

Beth was positively hyperventilating at this point. She really wished she had taken a comb to the cuckoo’s nest on her head and had changed out of her stained pajamas.

 “Can I see what you have written so far?” John Cline Jr. wanted to know and got up without waiting for her answer. Suddenly Beth panicked and tried to close her document. It was all rubbish. She felt him approaching as she tried to find the little mouse arrow and close the page, when she felt something hit her on the back of her head and fell into darkness.

When Beth came to, she found out that she was tied up and could not move at all.  She opened her eyes and saw John Cline Jr. looking at her face with that cute smile of his. It seemed so cruel and mocking now. She wanted to speak but her mouth was taped shut.

“You are awake.” John Cline Jr. e said. “Lina, she is awake!”

A female John Cline Jr. came into her vision, and smiled prettily.
“Hello!” She said. “Thank you for letting John in your home. Mighty good hearted of you, even if a bit stupid.”

“She is not good hearted, otherwise she would have let me in the first time I asked.” John Cline Jr. pouted. “She’s just a randy old spinster, aren’t you darling?”

Beth could only look at him. She felt furious, pathetic and disgusted at the same time.

“Don’t be upset, Johnny usually has that effect on people.” Lina said, dragging her tote bag. “Tell you what, you had plenty of cash and other goodies stashed at your home and I am feeling kind of generous today. I will let him have a go at you before we leave, how is that? I can see he wants to.”

“Lina, you know I only love you my bunny.” John Cline Jr. said but Beth felt the eagerness in his voice.

“I know hon. She is your reward for being a good boy. Beats me why you’d want to stick it into an old thing like her, but I can’t deny my baby anything when he loves me so much, can I?” Lina said and kissed her psycho boyfriend.

“Men! We’ll never understand them, right?” She said. Beth just looked at her and wished she had a hammer to smash her crazy teeth in a million pieces.

“Hon, did you check in the bathroom? People hide good stuff in the laundry hamper sometimes.”

“Can’t you look instead, love bun? I thought I could get started on our hostess here.” John Cline Jr. said. He walked to Beth, touched her hair and caressed her cheek with a finger. She recoiled at his touch.

“Really Johnny? I waited one whole hour for you to let me in, I found her money, her jewelry and her pot and you want me to look in the bathroom while you get your joyride stick polished?” Lina screeched at him. “You jerk!”

“No love, I just thought that the longer we stay the more dangerous it gets. I promise you, next time you can sit down and I’ll do all the work. I know how much you do for us my princess. Besides, you can join in too if you like.”

Lina huffed but she scampered to the bathroom. Beth thought they must have been together for a long time. Then she felt the hands of John Cline Jr. caressing her lips over the tape and fury flared again.

“I will take off the tape if you promise not to yell.” He told Beth. “You look like you haven’t been kissed in a while.” Beth nodded quietly and he took the tape off. She did not scream so he came closer and gave her a kiss on the mouth. As his hands went lower on her body, pawing and loosening her buttons, Beth caught Lina’s hateful stare from the hallway, and knew the psycho girlfriend wanted to kill her. But his mouth moved away and she could finally breathe. John Cline Jr. maneuvered Beth on her stomach and started loosening her feet from the tape keeping them closed. He was surprisingly gentle but still terrifying. Beth blocked the repulsive feeling of his roaming hands on her legs and started whispering her binding spell. She concentrated hard on the words repeating them over and over and over, each time louder than the rest. She stopped once her throat was hoarse and turned around. were frozen, their large gorgeous eyes the only outlet for the terror, frustration and helplessness they felt. Just like her a few moments earlier. Surprised that her spell had worked so well, Beth took a steak knife from her kitchen and started shredding the clothes of the psycho couple. Next, she cut their hair as close to the scalp as she could, their terrified eyes following her hands around. She did not display any other sign of triumph otherwise. She could not kick people when they were powerless no matter how beastly they had been to her.

Once she finished her preparations, she dragged John Cline Jr. and Lina Whatshername to her kitchen and left them by the door of her very large oven, which took up half of the space. She put them inside standing up and set the heat to a slow roast. The side panels would do a great job of roasting them evenly.

Then she went to call her catering friend to let him know that he did not need to bring any ingredients. The dish that she had in mind would far surpass whatever he had managed to dreg up and would feed her coven with much needed magic. Who knew, it might also give her enough inspiration to finish the stupid column before the deadline.

March 1, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

“nice guys” finish last

bletebzz:

Interesting…And yes, I will try to keep my resolutions this year

Originally posted on celluloid blonde:

The article I’m about to point you to, 6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person, really needs to be circulated, and circulated widely, for the benefit of men.  I say “for men” because most women don’t actually need to hear it.  Women, in general, have known for centuries you need to bring skills to a relationship.  Those skills can be anything from cooking well to cleaning house well to raising children well to looking great to giving a really good blowjob, but when push comes to shove, those are all skills, and women have them, work at them, and know you have to have them.

The people who don’t appear to know you need to have them are men.  Which is why you don’t see a bunch of women sitting around whining about how men don’t date nice women — but you see a crapload of guys…

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February 25, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Another Valentine

26.) No one has loved anything more than these goats love each other.

I am still not clear on Valentine. the democratic parliament inside of me has agreed that it is an artificial celebration. it has told me time and again that flowers are useless, that declaring love for only one person in public is reckless and in bad taste, and that public displays of affection are indeed vomit inducing.

and then again, i don’t want to sound bitter or sell my jaded viewpoint to the diehard romantics who will do just about anything to convince me of the contrary. so here is a picture of two goats hugging for you. Enjoy and happy Valentine!

February 13, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Girls

Girls shall wear lipstick
every blessed day
the brighter the better
to lead you astray

Girls shall shave their legs
and their armpits too
most sinuous skin
displayed just for you

Girls shall rein their brains
their tongues as well
exactly choreographed
to caress your shell

Girls shall be teetering
feet in sheaths of pain
to incite your pleasure
your love to gain

Girls shall be mothers
and grandmothers too
forever and ever
so grateful to you

February 4, 2014 Posted by | Making Honey | 1 Comment

Flag month in NYC

We all know November is flag month. The upcoming weekend has some exciting activities happening in New York for Albanian-Americans. Or Albanians, or Americans. Or Albo, Shqipe, Gringo, Yankee, whatever. Just read below and show up. Your support is needed.
Free:
Gala is on Friday, and “my” film, the Superintendent is being screened at Producers Club, Saturday Afternoon November 9.
Free: Jeton Neziraj’s drama
will be staged in NYC November 7 and 9 (click the link for more info). The author will be on hand for Q & A.
Free: The very talented and published poet Lediana Stillo will be holding a poetry reading in Albanian of her latest book at Producers Club in Manhattan on Saturday at 6.
Not free: Albanian Folk Festival is being organized for November at Lehman College Auditorium, but I can’t find any info online so far. Once I do, I will post it for you.
Furthermore, November is THE month for most red & black Albanian Parties.
Most are listed at
I am planning to go to Albanian Roots event on November 28.
I will try and keep interested parties updated since I am going back to gossip mode (someone told me to give up poetry, and they are not far wrong).
If you need info for a particular event and are too lazy to Google, contact me here and I will get back to you.

November 5, 2013 Posted by | Albo Style, NY Life | Leave a comment

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