Dictionar de vorovire si rostiri din Bihor

Dictionar de vorovire si rostiri din Bihor (de pe la Bins)
Vorbe din Bihor/Ardeal/Transilvania. Romania mea.

Bunicilor mei, cu dragoste si dor …

soba                     camera
tinda                     hol
nila                       gradina
ocol                      curte
ulita                      drum
candalau              soba
mosini                   chibrite
temetau                cimitir
coparseu              sicriu
ciucuri                   pantaloni
grumaz                  ceafa
branca                mana
bold                    magazin
hiribe                  cartofi
tenchi                 porumb
pasula                 fasole
porodici                rosii
tucur                     zahar
farina                     faina
oloi                        ulei
riscas                    orez
ai                        usturoi
piparca                ardei
samachise            iaurt
fotoghin                petrol
ler                       cuptor
labos                    cratita
blid                      farfurie
scoverzi               clatite
pancove              gogosi
boaste             sarmale
curichi                 varza
ratota                   omleta
clisa                      slanina
liptar                    magiun, marmelada
ludaie                   dovleac comestibil
brumundai sfecla
stalaj                     etajera
tarnat                    hol, camara, debara
a dimica               a marunti
oua tarcate          oua incondeiate (de Pasti)
procut                   pres
obloc                     ferestra
harapaua              cleste
colnita                   magazie
dogaie                   ciubar mare
caput                     poarta
cosara                   magazie pentru porumb
poiata                 grajd (pentru vaci)
goz                     gunoi
iosag                   vite, animalele mari de pe langa casa
cocie                   caruta
rostei                  usa de la gardul spre curte
hinta                   leagan de joaca pentru copii
lopta                   minge
chiatra                 piatra
cirip                     tigla
arseu                   harlet
duleu                   drum laturalnic
imas                    camp
posor                   claie de fan
cucurbata             dovleac
ruji                       flori
labreu                   vesta
jeb                       buzunar
lipideu                   cearceaf
firoanga                perdea
bumb                     nasture
a imbumba           a incheia nasturii
fioc                       sertar
jolj                        material, bucata de panza
cipca                     dantela (crosetata de mana)
fodra                     dantela (incretita)
pumnata               marginea intarita superioara a fistei
jura                       banda, panglica aplicata pe marginea fustei
mierau                  albastru
a sfarteca              a rupe o panza
carpa                     batic
a pitiga                  a ciupi
a zimbri               a pofti (la o mancare)
a festi                    a vopsi
a basadi               a vorbi despre, a se vorbi, a comenta
a darali                a macina
a durali                a rostogoli
a imburda            a rasturna
brazgaie               ploua marunt
musai                     obligatoriu
sogor                   cumnat sau prieten
ipen                      sanatos
beteag                 bolnav
betesig                 ?intraductibil (boala in sens figurativ)
ujina                    cina
mintenas               imediat
amu-nita               chiar acum
a duhani               a fuma
a vorovi                a vorbi
a tipa                    a arunca
bate cainele         latra cainele
ulicaua                 care umbla mult, nu sta pe-acasvigan                    puternic
nimuric                 mic, plapand, pitic
nealcos                mandru  sau elegant
a se uji a se potrivi
ocos                     istet
a aldi                     a reusi sa faca ceva, sa finalizeze
nu aldeste            nu pridideste
a aldui                   a blagoslovi
alditu                (intraductibil)

barem macar
bugat destul
batar desi/macar

lud/luda nebun/nebuna
ipen sanatos, intreg

o fost zisa
o fost dusa
am vrut zice

Am vrut sa va aduc aici, in spatiul rece virtual, o comoara nepretuita din poiana plina de lumina a copilariei mele.
E doar o lista, dar ce reverberatii ascunse poate sa trezeasca…
Poate si voua, cumva, din intamplare.
Daca nu, doar minunati-va. Sau analizati. Sau incercati sa socotiti cat de multe «maghiarisme» s-au pastrat din acel inceput de secol transilvan. Poate nu e tocmai «dulcea limba romaneasca», dar e limba bunicilor si strabunicilor mei, pe care ii iubesc si o iubesc nespus…
Dincolo de analiza lingvistica acesta colectie, e atemporala, e o amintire dulce amaruie.
Mirosase a fin, a paine coapta in cuptor, a praf de uleta starnit de ploaia rapaita si calda e vara.
Doamne, ce dor imi e de uleta aia….

Virtual personality and honesty

 

Well, finally I decided: I am a cover. I am afraid. Of me. Of being just me, finally, completely naked by social interface and responsibilities.  For many days now I was wondering if I could start and keep my own blog. I was balancing between my oldest dilemma, between public or private. In a blog. How far can I go?  How much about me can I reveal to others? Should I hide my real  identity, or shouldn’t I care?  Should I be someone else?

 

But if it is to be just another play, another role, what’s the point? Almost every second of

my life I must were a mask, play a role…more or less pleased or suitable for me. Rarely I feel myself , in a perfect accord with me. It’s difficult. Grades of honesty … Freud, was it him? I’m not sure, well, anyway, he said that our essence of being is structured on three levels conscious, subconscious and unconscious.

 

Well, now  I’m about to develop another theory, suitable for our  times. There is another level between the first two: the virtual personality.  We are blogging or we have e-mail friends, messenger friends, virtual friends. We are living on-line, we are acting and interacting on-line.  We are different from our real, conscientious, social face but  we are not truly, absolutely  honest, sincerely.  There must be another level, our ON-LINE-PERSONALITY. 

It’s an other live, not so fake like our day by day convenience mask, not so frustrating, but not completely sincere. It will never reach the ultimate level of inner. It’s between the two worlds. It’s great feeling that I can express myself like so easy and natural,  not to worry about how do I look or how I’m dressed. On real life you would guess me by my cheap shoes, my bite nails, my lousy look of my hair, my common voice… Well, I can look neat  if I’ll  try, but what an incredibly relief of  “I  don’t care” right now …

On the other hand, I will never let you know me hundred percent, as I am, for real, the pure me. I will act very well in a role of a totally sincere and spontaneous person.  But I will always keep a secret corner, I will always hide something or exaggerate something. And that’s not because I’m a little natural born liar. It’s because I just can do it. Temptation to be someone else, someone better it’s too big, to facile to reach. After all it’s too deep and too complicated to reveal all.  I even don’t know myself so good. And anyway it’s behind the words level. It’s upper. Where myself lives, words are not the measurement unit. So I can not tell you all.

 

On a virtual thinly ice level, I am dancing in the superb dress of what I always dreamed to be…

So sharp intelligent, smart, romantic, ironical, funny, profound, nasty, clever, deep philosophical, poetic, erudite and so on… Thousand of faces of a precious diamond…  Just words …how could it be that easy?  Are we cheating someone?

 

Finally, a blog can be a great way to organize thoughts, to put someone’s opinions and attitudes  in  some order. It’s an important achievement, still.

To be, To do, To have

It is the name of a book that I have on my shelves, I bought it in highscholl, it’s a lame collection of essays, but I just like the title. It was a time when reading some kinds of books could be considered almost a dissidence. I know that you, guys outside, born and living since ever in a free world, as we called it 18 years ago, can hardly imagine this. Just think about this: Orwell’s 1984 it’s not entirely fiction. Now I can enter any library or book shop and ask for a “Nietzsche”. Well, maybe I will not afford it, but the point is I can theoretically do this. It’s a simple fact that makes me happy and grateful nowadays, I felt on my skin this kind of spiritual frustration.

We are all living between these there levels. As well as there are well classified morphological types or temperamental types, I think there must be human types or living types depending on how much these three verbs are defining us. Or maybe these could be phases on our lives.

I’m looking backward, even myself, I crossed different phases, around 19 years old it was one of my richest and plentiful period of live. To be. Reading, feeling, loving and dreaming.
Than it comes the “to do” era, and next the “to have” era. Many times these last two are overlapping. Sometimes you don’t’ have a choice. You must pay the social tribute. To struggle for a job, for a career, it must be under the sign of “to do”. Pining for a car, for a dress, for a bigger house it’s certainly under the sign of “to have”. Even trying hard to look better, it the same superficial and materialistic level. Also television is the apology of “having”. Fake stars, spurious desires, perfidious needs.

I think we need, from time to time, to reevaluate our guardian verbs