A Căpcăun is a creature in Romanian folklore, depicted as an ogre who kidnaps children or young ladies (mostly princesses). It represents evil, as do its counterparts Zmeu and the Balaur. The Romanian word appears to have meant “Dog-head” (căp being a form of cap, meaning “head”, and căun a derivative ofcâine, “dog”). According to Romanian folkloric phantasy, the căpcăun has dog head, sometimes with four eyes, with eyes in the nape, or with four legs, but whose main characteristic is anthropophagy.
The term căpcăun also means “Tatar chieftain” or “Turk chieftain”, as well “pagan”. Some linguists consider to be the echo of Turkish term kapkan (kaphan,kapgan), that in some Turkic peoples in the age of migrations (for example at Eurasian Avars, Proto-Bulgars - kavhan - and Pechenegs) was a high noble or administrative rank.
Happy Birthday, Laura Jurca!
Yes, well, that is indeed my point. They bring such happiness into our lives that to let all of that fall quiet to, what would be premature mourning right now! Its cruel, its unfair, but I think we are the right “people” to be above that—especially in our prime ages, yes? [/the Romanian recoils her head slightly, puzzled, biting her lower lip in thought before releasing it and allowing an understanding hum out. She nods.]
I highly doubt we will be the last—my family, for instance, is known to be the oldest in Europe! Existing for what could be eleven thousand years, and I have only been around in twenty-one hundred of those. My children, or children to be could very well could succeed me.. but, I haven’t really thought too much about this.
Ah, goodness! Goodness me Basset Normands are dear little things, yes? So collected and charming, and of course I can see some national pride to have in that, yes.
Indeed. I like the way you think. -She smiled, almost wittily, nodding in return-
… Goodness. I wish I knew how far back mine goes. I know I have both latin and german blood, but… Well, history only leaves so many memoirs.
Oh, you have children?
They are! She’s the most precious thing. Channelle’s her name. She has a little less than fun tendency to dig, but it pays off sometimes. I found her with a daisy on her mouth once. It was too sweet a sight to be upset. -Her cheeks perk up a tad, tilting her head in fond memory of it-
Oh, why thank you. It has been refined, by force time and time again—even then my ability to “censor” is.. it has never been rusty. Just non-existent! [/and she giggles in turn, albeit nervously with tented brows]
Humanity has a fantastic curiosity to itself, as do we, yes? it is undying, and they can be very good at answering questions either our poor old memories cannot, or questions which can’t be put to our ancestors- it is frightening, to think about that. We can be humble, act as human as we like and then- then we can try to depict ourselves as near-deities.
[/she shakes the thoughts out of her head, rolling her eyes at the prattling and develops a sheepish smile] Again, you will need to forgive me.
I say “children”, but I never birthed any of them. Physically, I mean; my states and cities are the only children I need. Lord knows all too well how lucky I consider myself to have them.
Awh, [/a soft, heartfelt smile] how lovely! Dogs will indeed be blessed dogs, and Channelle sounds like she has still has the spirit of a pup about her, still, also.
I- oh! Oh, hold on, sorry but do you mean my first time cooking on my own, or the first time I had any part to play in it? Either way, I suppose, there would only be a few decades between these meals either way- meals of differing degree of success, I should say! The latter also.. it, well it may had been just ever so slightly…
The latter, my first time cooking without my mother or father’s guiding hands, came a near day after my father’s passing. Serghei had taken to crying he was so hungry and I had found a fresh kill nearby—it was clean, a man’s doing and I imagine it was the Huns, taking whatever they could or rather damn well pleased in their bloody plunder. But either way, there was still enough to gather up enough to skin and cook for both my brother and myself on that feeble flame he managed to start in my absence.
I- erm. :(;;; I-I have of course become far better at cooking since, far far better! But even to this day to we are not the biggest fans of the venison would not be stretching the truth. B-besides which! It is so very expensive!;;
One fact that is cannot and will be disputed (if I have anything to say about it):
Nadia Elena Comăneci remains the perfect example of a human being inside and out and the Romanian gymnasts who have followed her example in the past and continue to now only echo this perfection with their own wonderful qualities to complement such!
Everyone else who tries to do the same shall only end up embarrassing themselves.
Gymnastics is one of the most-watched sports of the Summer Olympics — between Games, however, it tends to disappear, its stars retiring often in their teens or retreating to the chalky semi-obscurity of training.
Yet there’s some sense that’s changing. Today’s pop-culture churn, after all, demands endless new celebrities, and gymnasts — young, competitive, and photogenic — are perfect candidates. They’ve become memes (McKayla Maroney, of “not impressed” fame), reality-TV competitors (Shawn Johnson and Aly Raisman, on Dancing With the Stars), and victims of privacy violations (Maroney again, whose pictures surfaced inthe recent iCloud hack). Now the iconic Nadia Comaneci is head judge on a celebrity reality show about gymnastics: Tumble, which concludes its first season on the BBC this weekend. And Comaneci’s trajectory as a pop-culture figure reflects the changing status of her fellow gymnasts in general. Where once they were portrayed as fragile little girls, they’re increasingly calling the shots themselves, and, maybe unsurprisingly, they seem increasingly adult.
Nadia Comaneci was the first gymnast to score a perfect 10 at the Olympics, during the 1976 games in Montreal. But her global fame nearly four decades after her win is a testament to something beyond that achievement. She’s more than a gold medalist; she’s a brand, and her brand is “perfection.” At 52, Comaneci seems to exhibit the same control in her public presentation that she did on an apparatus at 14. Today she appears on TV in tailored designer clothes that accentuate the same leg lines she exhibited in leaps across the beam, and her hair is perfectly coiffed in loose brown waves. Back then, she rarely made mistakes and her routines were breathtaking in their precision. Her performances never exhibited the screwball energy of live athletic competition. They were scripted through hours of training — more scripted, even, than the reality-TV format she now inhabits.
Now she’s the judge instead of the judged: She speaks carefully and deliberately as she critiques the celebrities’ performances. And that sense of public control is hard-won (even aside from strictures imposed by growing up in communist Romania). Five years before Comaneci defected to the U.S., the Nadia TV movie aired on network television. In the film, she’s depicted as something of a codependent brat equipped with the trifecta of teenage-gymnast clichés — draconian coaching, eating disorders, and stage parents. “I was not consulted for the screenplay,” Comaneci said in an email. “The first time I saw it, I thought, ‘Oh my goodness — so much of it isn’t even true.’” At least Gabby Douglas — a more recent star — got to produce her own cheesy Lifetime movie.
Gymnasts have also increasingly continued to compete into their late teens and in some cases, their 20s, which has allowed for rebranding themselves later in their careers. Alicia Sacramone started off as a spunky 16-year-old powerhouse, but she remained competitive into her early 20s — and that was when she was photographed naked on a balance beam for ESPN’s 2011 Body Issue. Former Russian superstar Svetlana Khorkina posed for Russian Playboy. Like Sacramone, she was older than the average teenage sprite when she appeared in the magazine in 1997 while still at the height of her competitive powers.
Those sexualized depictions of gymnasts would’ve been hard to imagine back when Mary Lou Retton exploded onto the scene with her exuberance, powerful vaults, and pixie hair. Retton was the first female athlete to appear on a Wheaties box, an achievement in keeping with her breakfast-cereal wholesome image. In 2014, Retton showed up in a Radio Shack commercial for the Super Bowl playing her 16-year-old self, wearing a short wig and an American-flag leotard just like the one she wore to win the 1984 Olympic title. Though she has aged in the three decades since her win, not much about her image has changed — but as Comaneci’s transformation shows, a lot had changed around her.
But yes! Alexandra is back and better than ever! And you can tell by her latest music video that she is as uh, quirky and daring as ever!
…I am quite jealous.
N-not of the outfits, however stylish, I’m sure, nor the suited choreography b-but— the wig.
That sleek black one. With the purple tips. What the heck. Alexandra te rog how am I meant to pull it off better than you
if I ever do muster up the courage to do something that outspoken.
Well I for one am truly happy and overly relieved to see the dear Alexandra Stan back on the music scene—of course we can only hope the revised production team working with her is better and that the disgusting swine-spewing excuse for human life that was her previous manager-turned-boyfriend is kept, oh, I don’t know. A good border’s distance away from her.