Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Cubefield Unblocked School

complaints and apologies

I learn with some surprise that in my papyrus were censored curses. The fact leaves me surprised and scared, I did not think of my friends could come to that.

Many are unaware that, in terms of communication, blasphemy is an incredible value polirematica polysemic. Ie: depending on its position in the sentence, pronunciation, context and social position of the speaker (ie whether or not his habit to say blasphemy) also can mean very different, or simply connote a certain way in a sentence. The variability is high and whatever blasphemies they are good for all phrases.
also innovations in this field, are wasted. Father's name is often misspelled in "diaz" or "uncle" (*), at other times, instead of conventional animals, the deity is followed by nouns or adjectives, not offensive, as "holy" or "milk." Also note that often "god" is replaced by "Madonna" and "Jesus" (even if it is worth remembering that interchangeability is not absolute).
probably result oppressive Catholic presence in our country, swearing is an integral part of popular culture of the Veneto. How can we forget that the character of "Libera nos a Malo" Meneghello of that challenge, came to invent hundreds of curses, ending with a metalinguistic "god god"?

Blasphemy can breathe (especially if you're reading a papyrus) is short, it is understandable, it is shameless, somehow "pulls down" the sacred, forcing him to confront the profane. As said before Luttazzi also be censored: "Without the sacred there is no secular, and vice versa."

(I would add that the only real blasphemy is the Venetian, and this is because the people here believe. At least 80% percent of the usual blasphemers is found to Mass on Sunday morning. So it is useless to Tuscany and Emilia are trying to steal the throne too easy to swear in those dens of godless.)



"Chis me not angry, eh!"
(Germano Mosconi)





* by the way: In January I will be his uncle, if not you should remember him. My grandson can not use that distortion.



ps Here are more photos of my graduation, but in the end because we never see them?

Cubefield Unblocked School

complaints and apologies

I learn with some surprise that in my papyrus were censored curses. The fact leaves me surprised and scared, I did not think of my friends could come to that.

Many are unaware that, in terms of communication, blasphemy is an incredible value polirematica polysemic. Ie: depending on its position in the sentence, pronunciation, context and social position of the speaker (ie whether or not his habit to say blasphemy) also can mean very different, or simply connote a certain way in a sentence. The variability is high and whatever blasphemies they are good for all phrases.
also innovations in this field, are wasted. Father's name is often misspelled in "diaz" or "uncle" (*), at other times, instead of conventional animals, the deity is followed by nouns or adjectives, not offensive, as "holy" or "milk." Also note that often "god" is replaced by "Madonna" and "Jesus" (even if it is worth remembering that interchangeability is not absolute).
probably result oppressive Catholic presence in our country, swearing is an integral part of popular culture of the Veneto. How can we forget that the character of "Libera nos a Malo" Meneghello of that challenge, came to invent hundreds of curses, ending with a metalinguistic "god god"?

Blasphemy can breathe (especially if you're reading a papyrus) is short, it is understandable, it is shameless, somehow "pulls down" the sacred, forcing him to confront the profane. As said before Luttazzi also be censored: "Without the sacred there is no secular, and vice versa."

(I would add that the only real blasphemy is the Venetian, and this is because the people here believe. At least 80% percent of the usual blasphemers is found to Mass on Sunday morning. So it is useless to Tuscany and Emilia are trying to steal the throne too easy to swear in those dens of godless.)



"Chis me not angry, eh!"
(Germano Mosconi)





* by the way: In January I will be his uncle, if not you should remember him. My grandson can not use that distortion.



ps Here are more photos of my graduation, but in the end because we never see them?

Monday, December 17, 2007

How Much Are Mosin Nagant Bulets

Maybe that life is absurd and none of us in practice, you understand others? And

The argument that led me to graduate with 105/110 is next door, plus the presentation for those who (rightly) unwilling to put up the stain to about who was the first to talk about intertextuality, on which writers put in crisis the first figure of the author and what is social networking.
For those, especially after reading it, if you were wondering: yes. The thesis, the last chapter, speaks of "Become a wolf and the shepherd bites." And yes, I did it because I'm lazy.
If someone takes the trouble to read it would make me very happy that I did know if he liked, with a comment or an email.

Renato, or perhaps it was James, once told me about the satisfaction he feels by imagining that, in twenty years, a boy with a face full of pimples (spots still exist in 2027?) Go into a library, our book and ask if they will go home happy. E 'for these things that my friends write books.
But I think when, a few years, I will tell my nephew (the idea of \u200b\u200ba child still seems completely absurd, at least since the idea of \u200b\u200bbecoming a know-it-that jew, or one of those people who get up early morning jogging) than when I wrote my first book with some really smart friends. Invent many details (such as the intelligence of my friends), my nephew will be astonished, and perhaps smart enough to figure out quickly that his uncle tells lies. But at least I can get that book in his hands.
- and then, uncle? -
- then the year after college Ferrara funded us again and we wrote our second book .-
- and then how did you become a writer? -
- Oh, is simple: we managed to secure funding the following year, and the next. Published fifteen books that way-
- 's why you force uncle Renato yet to attend the University? -
- Uncle Renato really like to study, and then I pass a monthly € 1200 .-
- and other ? -
- Uncle James and Uncle Devid unfortunately have graduated, but have managed to get hired in the office accounts of the University. Uncle Andrew lived in the basement

.- The biography of Garcia Marquez, out now - dick - five years ago, is titled "Live to tell", and Enzo Biagi said that "life is make memories, and I believe to be so. Often live to tell and tell it to have things to talk about and work on it. Maybe I am a person who reads certain books to read for pleasure, but because I think might be useful to me for my writing. That is quite an aberration, and the evidence of a disturbing self-absorption.
But on the other hand, who is more of a self-centered egocentric who cares about their own self-centeredness?

How Much Are Mosin Nagant Bulets

Maybe that life is absurd and none of us in practice, you understand others? And

The argument that led me to graduate with 105/110 is next door, plus the presentation for those who (rightly) unwilling to put up the stain to about who was the first to talk about intertextuality, on which writers put in crisis the first figure of the author and what is social networking.
For those, especially after reading it, if you were wondering: yes. The thesis, the last chapter, speaks of "Become a wolf and the shepherd bites." And yes, I did it because I'm lazy.
If someone takes the trouble to read it would make me very happy that I did know if he liked, with a comment or an email.

Renato, or perhaps it was James, once told me about the satisfaction he feels by imagining that, in twenty years, a boy with a face full of pimples (spots still exist in 2027?) Go into a library, our book and ask if they will go home happy. E 'for these things that my friends write books.
But I think when, a few years, I will tell my nephew (the idea of \u200b\u200ba child still seems completely absurd, at least since the idea of \u200b\u200bbecoming a know-it-that jew, or one of those people who get up early morning jogging) than when I wrote my first book with some really smart friends. Invent many details (such as the intelligence of my friends), my nephew will be astonished, and perhaps smart enough to figure out quickly that his uncle tells lies. But at least I can get that book in his hands.
- and then, uncle? -
- then the year after college Ferrara funded us again and we wrote our second book .-
- and then how did you become a writer? -
- Oh, is simple: we managed to secure funding the following year, and the next. Published fifteen books that way-
- 's why you force uncle Renato yet to attend the University? -
- Uncle Renato really like to study, and then I pass a monthly € 1200 .-
- and other ? -
- Uncle James and Uncle Devid unfortunately have graduated, but have managed to get hired in the office accounts of the University. Uncle Andrew lived in the basement

.- The biography of Garcia Marquez, out now - dick - five years ago, is titled "Live to tell", and Enzo Biagi said that "life is make memories, and I believe to be so. Often live to tell and tell it to have things to talk about and work on it. Maybe I am a person who reads certain books to read for pleasure, but because I think might be useful to me for my writing. That is quite an aberration, and the evidence of a disturbing self-absorption.
But on the other hand, who is more of a self-centered egocentric who cares about their own self-centeredness?

Pattycakes Oline Forum



18 Hours and 30: a man graduate.

sì, ollé, dai che si va a festeggiare sul tram!

20 Hours: a man hospitalized.

Ore e ore di sonno profondo



He said the tram no.

Pattycakes Oline Forum



18 Hours and 30: a man graduate.

sì, ollé, dai che si va a festeggiare sul tram!

20 Hours: a man hospitalized.

Ore e ore di sonno profondo



He said the tram no.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

What Can I Use To Replace Heat Protectant

My degree was the best material

Thursday I graduate in January and will become uncle.
I often think that I could take this opportunity to become a serious person.

My problem is that I change my mind more or less once a week. Corpuscles of ideas begin to flow in my head, thicken, add up to a few memories, and here's my thought that the bandieruola change direction abroad. Work. No, abroad. But go there and work. But no, I'm still young, foreign countries. No, it is an opportunity for independence and work. Estero. Work.

Laver.
eStore. (And Pelluce)
Lapp.
Estonian.


Refreshments. I'm going to bed.

Oh, sure, it would take the details. I should say that they offered me work and if women got to do with my doubts. Sure. But the fact is that the Ubik project is to write a new book next year, and I need material. And my cock best material are mine.



The man from tomorrow I will host in Pavia once said " you want to say that dreams are light, without air ... in reality the dreams of granite, and if you hit you do really bad. "

What Can I Use To Replace Heat Protectant

My degree was the best material

Thursday I graduate in January and will become uncle.
I often think that I could take this opportunity to become a serious person.

My problem is that I change my mind more or less once a week. Corpuscles of ideas begin to flow in my head, thicken, add up to a few memories, and here's my thought that the bandieruola change direction abroad. Work. No, abroad. But go there and work. But no, I'm still young, foreign countries. No, it is an opportunity for independence and work. Estero. Work.

Laver.
eStore. (And Pelluce)
Lapp.
Estonian.


Refreshments. I'm going to bed.

Oh, sure, it would take the details. I should say that they offered me work and if women got to do with my doubts. Sure. But the fact is that the Ubik project is to write a new book next year, and I need material. And my cock best material are mine.



The man from tomorrow I will host in Pavia once said " you want to say that dreams are light, without air ... in reality the dreams of granite, and if you hit you do really bad. "

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Poem For Wedding Welcome Basket

post for those who read my post

been waiting for my post?

Oh well '.

Poem For Wedding Welcome Basket

post for those who read my post

been waiting for my post?

Oh well '.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Toronto Garbage Bag Limit

I believe I'll go

For more than two weeks I returned to live permanently at home with my family. This week I started working at my father, a little 'cause I need money, a little' because it is not humanly possible to write a thesis for eight hours a day and a bit 'because it is better to begin to give some rhythm to my life. Certainly the work in the family explodes occasions when meeting the big boss and talk, sometimes for me to notice my little desire to work, others to explain how to do things, and others to tell me how wrong I to make other, other then to ask what things I'm going to make mistakes in the future. But this is normal: my father in January become a grandfather (has forbidden anyone to call it that, and obviously I do it all the time) and start to feel old, the Prodi government is taxing disproportionately small and medium-sized enterprises, unpaid and fraud have increased dramatically, the interesting paper that my father every week law is the equivalent of a passage of bile, and most of all, my father loves to complain.
I think this is not me that destabilizes, and even some moments of solitude, or note of a sudden the main road, and even more not having to cook nor clean, nor I am particularly suffer (weird right?). I think there are situations that work and others that do not work, just like relations, after all can never go really well, and if it happens you can not help but expect that any minute something turns wrong.
One should strive to understand the situations and relationships which destabilizing, because they can help you understand who you are and what you need.
( how is it that difficult to write these speeches in person? )



Monday morning, first day of work, kitchen.
(freely translated from dialect)

Lore: yaaawnn ... sgronf. Ugh.
Father: Good morning! What do you want for breakfast?
L: (surprised, but not too much because of sleep) Eh? Well ... ... yaaawn a coffee, thanks
P: A cup of coffee? Sure they do not want a little 'juice?
L: No, Vala, a coffee if you can. (Slips in the bathroom)
P: (from the kitchen, yelling) But you can not make a normal breakfast? Nobody drinks coffee in the morning, your sister drink orange juice, drink a little 'juice!
L: Dad, just because there is in the fridge of pineapple juice and orange juice drink my sister does not mean that the world has stopped drinking coffee in the morning
P: Yes, but you have to go to work, coffee it takes a while '.
L: (resigned) go for the juice ...
P: Oh no! I have already put on the coffee now!


evening met, family met for dinner, the kitchen.

Father: I had an idea.
Lore: Ah.
P: (without stopping) You must write to the International ... because I saw that they never do reviews of books by Latin American writers are the writers of Indian English, African
L: Mmm.
Father: (without stopping) ... so since you like the South American writers write an email and tell him that you can send them a review of a South American in the week and publish them yourself. Tonight's writing.
L: Sure.
The father begins to eat.
...
..
L: (trying to arch his eyebrow) does not touch you the idea that may or may not publish them?
P: they are not reviews South American books.

You know that little thrill that you feel when you accidentally puts on a hair in your ear? I always hope that my humor does the same effect. But in these matters, my father is bald.


(mail that I wrote.)
'm very fond of my father.


I think that relationships can be defined by great moments that will live ever, or the little things we do.
(JD, penultimate episode of the second set of Scrubs)

Toronto Garbage Bag Limit

I believe I'll go

For more than two weeks I returned to live permanently at home with my family. This week I started working at my father, a little 'cause I need money, a little' because it is not humanly possible to write a thesis for eight hours a day and a bit 'because it is better to begin to give some rhythm to my life. Certainly the work in the family explodes occasions when meeting the big boss and talk, sometimes for me to notice my little desire to work, others to explain how to do things, and others to tell me how wrong I to make other, other then to ask what things I'm going to make mistakes in the future. But this is normal: my father in January become a grandfather (has forbidden anyone to call it that, and obviously I do it all the time) and start to feel old, the Prodi government is taxing disproportionately small and medium-sized enterprises, unpaid and fraud have increased dramatically, the interesting paper that my father every week law is the equivalent of a passage of bile, and most of all, my father loves to complain.
I think this is not me that destabilizes, and even some moments of solitude, or note of a sudden the main road, and even more not having to cook nor clean, nor I am particularly suffer (weird right?). I think there are situations that work and others that do not work, just like relations, after all can never go really well, and if it happens you can not help but expect that any minute something turns wrong.
One should strive to understand the situations and relationships which destabilizing, because they can help you understand who you are and what you need.
( how is it that difficult to write these speeches in person? )



Monday morning, first day of work, kitchen.
(freely translated from dialect)

Lore: yaaawnn ... sgronf. Ugh.
Father: Good morning! What do you want for breakfast?
L: (surprised, but not too much because of sleep) Eh? Well ... ... yaaawn a coffee, thanks
P: A cup of coffee? Sure they do not want a little 'juice?
L: No, Vala, a coffee if you can. (Slips in the bathroom)
P: (from the kitchen, yelling) But you can not make a normal breakfast? Nobody drinks coffee in the morning, your sister drink orange juice, drink a little 'juice!
L: Dad, just because there is in the fridge of pineapple juice and orange juice drink my sister does not mean that the world has stopped drinking coffee in the morning
P: Yes, but you have to go to work, coffee it takes a while '.
L: (resigned) go for the juice ...
P: Oh no! I have already put on the coffee now!


evening met, family met for dinner, the kitchen.

Father: I had an idea.
Lore: Ah.
P: (without stopping) You must write to the International ... because I saw that they never do reviews of books by Latin American writers are the writers of Indian English, African
L: Mmm.
Father: (without stopping) ... so since you like the South American writers write an email and tell him that you can send them a review of a South American in the week and publish them yourself. Tonight's writing.
L: Sure.
The father begins to eat.
...
..
L: (trying to arch his eyebrow) does not touch you the idea that may or may not publish them?
P: they are not reviews South American books.

You know that little thrill that you feel when you accidentally puts on a hair in your ear? I always hope that my humor does the same effect. But in these matters, my father is bald.


(mail that I wrote.)
'm very fond of my father.


I think that relationships can be defined by great moments that will live ever, or the little things we do.
(JD, penultimate episode of the second set of Scrubs)

Sunday, September 30, 2007

What Does A Junior Groomsman

AND NOW?

And now nothing. I become uncle In January, I gave three exams in one week (the fact that I do not take it boasts as a boast) and I can say that he finished softly. I wait two months at home, write the thesis. And the only funny thing is that it rhymes with month view. The weather, as usual. If we do not fight becomes a great ally.
Tomorrow evening I will return to Pavia with the machine to load boxes. I'll talk intimately with each piece of paper, every flyer, every piece of rubber, without any pencil tip, each elephant purchased before or after an examination, the photo that shows a very well because I would never forget, and reminds me of so many others who one day become just memories of emotions, I will discuss in depth with my collection of pens empty, with socks and shoes, football pitch, with the yellow chair, the one break once a week, I'll do a couple of questions for the poster who took turns to fall out when you least mentioned, even I have two words for gray dust over the pile of books. With them, however, with books, who knows, I've already talked a lot. Maybe I will browse a few, the rest will make their voices heard when they are inside a box that will go down five floors.
Nostalgia is slow. But once the door quickly think of a sentence for the leave, made a proper sentence of few words, with a certain literary quality, and will smoke a cigarette rolled sollen evil.
When you have only the old words as you say something new?

What Does A Junior Groomsman

AND NOW?

And now nothing. I become uncle In January, I gave three exams in one week (the fact that I do not take it boasts as a boast) and I can say that he finished softly. I wait two months at home, write the thesis. And the only funny thing is that it rhymes with month view. The weather, as usual. If we do not fight becomes a great ally.
Tomorrow evening I will return to Pavia with the machine to load boxes. I'll talk intimately with each piece of paper, every flyer, every piece of rubber, without any pencil tip, each elephant purchased before or after an examination, the photo that shows a very well because I would never forget, and reminds me of so many others who one day become just memories of emotions, I will discuss in depth with my collection of pens empty, with socks and shoes, football pitch, with the yellow chair, the one break once a week, I'll do a couple of questions for the poster who took turns to fall out when you least mentioned, even I have two words for gray dust over the pile of books. With them, however, with books, who knows, I've already talked a lot. Maybe I will browse a few, the rest will make their voices heard when they are inside a box that will go down five floors.
Nostalgia is slow. But once the door quickly think of a sentence for the leave, made a proper sentence of few words, with a certain literary quality, and will smoke a cigarette rolled sollen evil.
When you have only the old words as you say something new?

Monday, September 17, 2007

Why Does Skin On Neck Burn With Stomach Acid

I MISS THE TRAIN

how did you lose another train?!
(Lucia)


Losing trains is an art.
Some might think that in Italy is easier than elsewhere, but it is not. It is not enough to arrive late at the station, the train could be late. It is not enough to leave home only five minutes earlier, could always be another train soon after.
Nor is it enough not to wear glasses (or better still be illiterate) so as to make choosing a thrilling challenge of the track, the trains tend to always start from uno stesso binario e volenti o nolenti prima o poi si finisce per interiorizzarlo.
Per perdere i treni, e naturalmente sto parlando del modo giusto di perdere i treni, bisogna essere consci che esiste un mondo dietro al mondo. Un mondo dove non ci sono spazi vuoti tra una "cosa da fare" e l'altra, dove il tempo non si riempie e non è tuo nemico. Le ragazze stringono più forte le stringhe delle scarpe per dirti che sono emozionate. Lamentarsi è solo una promessa d'amicizia.
Quando il treno fischia trattenere un attimo il respiro prima della cascata inarrestabile di petti e volontà.
Ogni volta che perdiamo un treno quel mondo assomiglia un po' di più a un mondo vero. Perdere i treni è un gioco da giocare seriamente, come ogni gioco.

Stamattina è stata la volta di Sistema politico italiano. E' iniziata la trilogia finale.

Why Does Skin On Neck Burn With Stomach Acid

I MISS THE TRAIN

how did you lose another train?!
(Lucia)


Losing trains is an art.
Some might think that in Italy is easier than elsewhere, but it is not. It is not enough to arrive late at the station, the train could be late. It is not enough to leave home only five minutes earlier, could always be another train soon after.
Nor is it enough not to wear glasses (or better still be illiterate) so as to make choosing a thrilling challenge of the track, the trains tend to always start from uno stesso binario e volenti o nolenti prima o poi si finisce per interiorizzarlo.
Per perdere i treni, e naturalmente sto parlando del modo giusto di perdere i treni, bisogna essere consci che esiste un mondo dietro al mondo. Un mondo dove non ci sono spazi vuoti tra una "cosa da fare" e l'altra, dove il tempo non si riempie e non è tuo nemico. Le ragazze stringono più forte le stringhe delle scarpe per dirti che sono emozionate. Lamentarsi è solo una promessa d'amicizia.
Quando il treno fischia trattenere un attimo il respiro prima della cascata inarrestabile di petti e volontà.
Ogni volta che perdiamo un treno quel mondo assomiglia un po' di più a un mondo vero. Perdere i treni è un gioco da giocare seriamente, come ogni gioco.

Stamattina è stata la volta di Sistema politico italiano. E' iniziata la trilogia finale.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Moviesgirdles Pantoisen

veiling patently false

Veliamo una falsità palese: le persone vanno al festivaletteratura a rubare libri, il problema è che spesso poi sono i libri a rubare le persone.
Essere rubati da un libro significa più o meno sentire di essere venuti a conoscenza di un piccolo grande segreto, la cui forza sta nell'entusiamo che suscita. E l'entusiamo sta nel diffondere il più possibile questo segreto.
Credo si possa dirlo in maniera migliore, ma stasera ho fatto il mio primo allenamento di calcio dopo tre anni e non è stata una passeggiata.
Tra i tanti libri che abbiamo venduto and given (including three at the Festivaletteratura) someone will be able to steal the player?
The point is that it is relatively easy to "fascinate" "our readers" when we sign our books with dedications winking, as was the case Thursday with a nice pine whose name I told Jack to remember. But we are not what we write. (Although I have the impression that the more one looks like what you write and the more it is true).
F and I had to go out to dinner on Friday night, but I was tired because of Festivaletteratura crossed with the jaw and then I suggested a drink. She replied with a breakfast the next morning, my negarmi non si è lasciata prendere in contropiede e ha tentato di accordarsi per un caffè domenica pomeriggio. Io ho rilanciato per uno spuntino di mezzanotte mercoledì. Che poi è domani, quindi tra un po' la chiamerò e le darò la possibilità di paccarmi.



AEREOPORTI

Tra un viaggio in autostop e la mia vacanza c'è la stessa differenza che c'è tra il sedersi su una sedia e lo sprofondare comodamente in una poltrona ribaltabile con in mano un cocktail dal gusto orribile ma stilisticamente adatto all'occasione. Ho girato il Brasile in aereo, e dio solo sa (anche perchè lo invocai più volte) quanti ritardi e disguidi ho dovuto sopportare. Delle ragazze che lavoravano Belem airport told me that was the fault of the strikes of air traffic controllers (do not remember anything?). After a while
'airports stop being all alike, and are unable to grasp the small differences. The problem is people: hundreds of people who share with us a few moments of their lives and then disappear. For me it's like being in a big city full of signs: I I read those signs, otherwise I lose the feeling that something fundamental.
do not know if I ever get used to the coincidences, especially those touched upon. For this look, square, observed in waiting rooms, shops, corridors, formulate hypotheses, let alone questions and approaches and interests, then nothing is left hanging by a last look, we said goodbye without a word and there you will never see again.

Moviesgirdles Pantoisen

veiling patently false

Veliamo una falsità palese: le persone vanno al festivaletteratura a rubare libri, il problema è che spesso poi sono i libri a rubare le persone.
Essere rubati da un libro significa più o meno sentire di essere venuti a conoscenza di un piccolo grande segreto, la cui forza sta nell'entusiamo che suscita. E l'entusiamo sta nel diffondere il più possibile questo segreto.
Credo si possa dirlo in maniera migliore, ma stasera ho fatto il mio primo allenamento di calcio dopo tre anni e non è stata una passeggiata.
Tra i tanti libri che abbiamo venduto and given (including three at the Festivaletteratura) someone will be able to steal the player?
The point is that it is relatively easy to "fascinate" "our readers" when we sign our books with dedications winking, as was the case Thursday with a nice pine whose name I told Jack to remember. But we are not what we write. (Although I have the impression that the more one looks like what you write and the more it is true).
F and I had to go out to dinner on Friday night, but I was tired because of Festivaletteratura crossed with the jaw and then I suggested a drink. She replied with a breakfast the next morning, my negarmi non si è lasciata prendere in contropiede e ha tentato di accordarsi per un caffè domenica pomeriggio. Io ho rilanciato per uno spuntino di mezzanotte mercoledì. Che poi è domani, quindi tra un po' la chiamerò e le darò la possibilità di paccarmi.



AEREOPORTI

Tra un viaggio in autostop e la mia vacanza c'è la stessa differenza che c'è tra il sedersi su una sedia e lo sprofondare comodamente in una poltrona ribaltabile con in mano un cocktail dal gusto orribile ma stilisticamente adatto all'occasione. Ho girato il Brasile in aereo, e dio solo sa (anche perchè lo invocai più volte) quanti ritardi e disguidi ho dovuto sopportare. Delle ragazze che lavoravano Belem airport told me that was the fault of the strikes of air traffic controllers (do not remember anything?). After a while
'airports stop being all alike, and are unable to grasp the small differences. The problem is people: hundreds of people who share with us a few moments of their lives and then disappear. For me it's like being in a big city full of signs: I I read those signs, otherwise I lose the feeling that something fundamental.
do not know if I ever get used to the coincidences, especially those touched upon. For this look, square, observed in waiting rooms, shops, corridors, formulate hypotheses, let alone questions and approaches and interests, then nothing is left hanging by a last look, we said goodbye without a word and there you will never see again.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Ver Online Peliculas De Monica Rocaforte

FROG IN THE ASS ...

... at the bottom of a coal mine in Hungarian is an expression that indicates a state of absolute bad luck.
Being in the bottom of a coal mine is not the best of luck, but the fact that - trying to figure out - giant frog has placed upon you all his wrinkled ass croaking casually adds to the tragedy you're experiencing a touch of absurd to sap your every need and hope you feel the victim of an injustice universal. In other words: not only is life, life is your . That may not be bad luck
alone is never a cliché, but since the development of modern means of communication could inform me, so at least I would have booked an entire hotel. In short: not only the bad luck is never alone, but they are also without warning. Open the door and be in front of an asshole can be annoying, but being overwhelmed by a wave of diarrhea is not only very wet, also undermines your ability to react.
Taking note of the situation, I politely asked the frog to move, I said the flood of diarrhea that I went out for a moment to take coffee and I locked the door carefully closed the mine. I know that will not help, but it was fun. I'm going to Mantua, tomorrow and Friday. I'm going to sell off groped for a book, but rather go to undersell myself. Because there is no better way to give a value supplied.



WOMEN

is rumored that the Brazilian women are beautiful and available girls, and I suspect that it is the fault of the B movies of the '70s and '80s 1, which have created in our imagination the figure of the Brazilian tall mulatto, curly-haired and blacks, who usually take a shower naked in your bathroom where you get to get a saw.
Well, it's true. The Brazilians are beautiful, and there they are. But they prefer in their fifties. My father and Joseph, his trusted friend, if only one dared walk on the promenade of Rio without wives at their sides, were constantly hounded by boys taller than me who took them under his arm saying "Italians? Italians." I wonder why I had to go through traditional channels. If you do not know how to dance can be a problem. But if you are more rigid than a light pole planted in the Antarctic ice, and you're in the country with the highest rate of ballrooms in the world, then you're really in trouble. But hope is the last to die. I spent two weeks (painful and resentful) abstinence. I thought of myself before departure, when I said he was afraid of waking up one morning naked, tied to a bed, with no money and from migraine with a strong sedative in some remote favela of Rio de Janeiro, after a spectacular night of sex. Add to recall the image of a boxer - or a martial arts expert, that is a character in Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat - I unleashed violent blows with the voracity of the tongue of a chameleon, and the entire memory fades and fists and ended up kicked to the background to the phrase "a spectacular night of sex." "Spectacular." "Night." "Sex." And so ad libitum up to sleep.
The right place to start a trip to Belem is undoubtedly the Estação das Docas, a large complex of shops and restaurants along the River Para. Given the dereliction of the rest the city, when the sliding doors close behind you and the blistering heat without air conditioning space suddenly feels disoriented and excited, ready to fire on the crowd. After an hour spent waiting for my family to rob the stores of perfumes and creams, the Amazon, I give myself a tour of the stalls on the ground floor in the company of Marina, the wife of Joseph. At one stall there is a girl so beautiful that I try not to notice it, so not having to feel guilty when I realize that I did not even try. Marina says she seems to Lebanon and then goes away, leaving me in utter embarrassment while I pretend to be interested in the green plastic beads. The fact
che una ragazza così splendidamente bella mi rivolga la parola è talmente inusuale, al di fuori di ogni mia aspettativa quanto la scoperta di un secondo pene posto nel culo, mi stupisce al punto che mi comporto in modo perfettamente normale e le rispondo. "Be', sì, potresti sembrare libanese. Ma in effetti hai proprio l'aria della brasiliana". Presta attenzione alle mie parole, risponde, tratta le mie frasi come se fossero profonde aposiopesi 2 in procinto d'essere completate. La faccenda è troppo eccezionale perchè me ne stupisca, per cui con savoir faire le chiedo di farmi da guida della città e ci scambiamo i numeri di telefono. La sera stessa la chiamo e ci accordiamo per incontrarci l'indomani mattina. La notte, nel letto, enuncio una legge non scritta secondo la quale la penuria di fica non è mai duratura.
La mattina dopo il caldo soffocante di Belem non m'impedisce di gironzalare per il giardino della cattedrale per almeno un'ora, tra gli sguardi commiseranti degli spazzini. Mi guardo continuamente intorno alla ricerca Louny, ma è ormai palese che non verrà. Mi riunisco mestamente al gruppo, che sta passando in rassegna il mercato del pesce locale. Andiamo a pranzo alla estaçao das docas, dove ovviamente di Louny non c'è traccia, e tento di consolarmi mangiando un'anatra immersa in una strana radice verde che ha l'effetto di rendere insensibile la bocca. Certo, potrei cercare qualche altra ragazza. Ma per la prima volta in the history of my relationship with Louny wonder comes over me, turning in dismay. He could go wrong before? I would have understood. Can not go wrong just when it most obvious. Just before the ice cream reminds me of my mother casually taking a malaria tablet.
And much less distracted the diabolical combination antimalarial tablet-duck decides to prove to my stomach that feels a field invaded by locusts, forcing me to test for most of the night and the next day, the comfort of the toilet seat and its ability to mirror my face. (For the curious: after the third time the water is so dirty that your reflection is uglier than that you have vomited). The next day we wake up at five to take the boat that will take us to the island of Marajó.
on board, while I was trying to think about my condition and seeking to dismiss the stomach ondulatario the movement of the boat, I noticed that a girl's smile weakened by my right to self-pity, and so I could not help but fall in love Natalia. I did not know, but I waited five days of unfulfilled expectations. 3



1 n.d.b* ehi! L' influenza della televisione sull'immaginario collettivo è quasi l'argomento della mia tesi di laurea.
2 brutto non sapere cos'è un'aposiopesi, eh?
3 n.d.b. questo post è troppo lungo, e io lo so.


* nota del bloggatore


P.S. "Sotto the frog's ass "is also a wonderful book by Tibor Fischer

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FROG IN THE ASS ...

... at the bottom of a coal mine in Hungarian is an expression that indicates a state of absolute bad luck.
Being in the bottom of a coal mine is not the best of luck, but the fact that - trying to figure out - giant frog has placed upon you all his wrinkled ass croaking casually adds to the tragedy you're experiencing a touch of absurd to sap your every need and hope you feel the victim of an injustice universal. In other words: not only is life, life is your . That may not be bad luck
alone is never a cliché, but since the development of modern means of communication could inform me, so at least I would have booked an entire hotel. In short: not only the bad luck is never alone, but they are also without warning. Open the door and be in front of an asshole can be annoying, but being overwhelmed by a wave of diarrhea is not only very wet, also undermines your ability to react.
Taking note of the situation, I politely asked the frog to move, I said the flood of diarrhea that I went out for a moment to take coffee and I locked the door carefully closed the mine. I know that will not help, but it was fun. I'm going to Mantua, tomorrow and Friday. I'm going to sell off groped for a book, but rather go to undersell myself. Because there is no better way to give a value supplied.



WOMEN

is rumored that the Brazilian women are beautiful and available girls, and I suspect that it is the fault of the B movies of the '70s and '80s 1, which have created in our imagination the figure of the Brazilian tall mulatto, curly-haired and blacks, who usually take a shower naked in your bathroom where you get to get a saw.
Well, it's true. The Brazilians are beautiful, and there they are. But they prefer in their fifties. My father and Joseph, his trusted friend, if only one dared walk on the promenade of Rio without wives at their sides, were constantly hounded by boys taller than me who took them under his arm saying "Italians? Italians." I wonder why I had to go through traditional channels. If you do not know how to dance can be a problem. But if you are more rigid than a light pole planted in the Antarctic ice, and you're in the country with the highest rate of ballrooms in the world, then you're really in trouble. But hope is the last to die. I spent two weeks (painful and resentful) abstinence. I thought of myself before departure, when I said he was afraid of waking up one morning naked, tied to a bed, with no money and from migraine with a strong sedative in some remote favela of Rio de Janeiro, after a spectacular night of sex. Add to recall the image of a boxer - or a martial arts expert, that is a character in Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat - I unleashed violent blows with the voracity of the tongue of a chameleon, and the entire memory fades and fists and ended up kicked to the background to the phrase "a spectacular night of sex." "Spectacular." "Night." "Sex." And so ad libitum up to sleep.
The right place to start a trip to Belem is undoubtedly the Estação das Docas, a large complex of shops and restaurants along the River Para. Given the dereliction of the rest the city, when the sliding doors close behind you and the blistering heat without air conditioning space suddenly feels disoriented and excited, ready to fire on the crowd. After an hour spent waiting for my family to rob the stores of perfumes and creams, the Amazon, I give myself a tour of the stalls on the ground floor in the company of Marina, the wife of Joseph. At one stall there is a girl so beautiful that I try not to notice it, so not having to feel guilty when I realize that I did not even try. Marina says she seems to Lebanon and then goes away, leaving me in utter embarrassment while I pretend to be interested in the green plastic beads. The fact
che una ragazza così splendidamente bella mi rivolga la parola è talmente inusuale, al di fuori di ogni mia aspettativa quanto la scoperta di un secondo pene posto nel culo, mi stupisce al punto che mi comporto in modo perfettamente normale e le rispondo. "Be', sì, potresti sembrare libanese. Ma in effetti hai proprio l'aria della brasiliana". Presta attenzione alle mie parole, risponde, tratta le mie frasi come se fossero profonde aposiopesi 2 in procinto d'essere completate. La faccenda è troppo eccezionale perchè me ne stupisca, per cui con savoir faire le chiedo di farmi da guida della città e ci scambiamo i numeri di telefono. La sera stessa la chiamo e ci accordiamo per incontrarci l'indomani mattina. La notte, nel letto, enuncio una legge non scritta secondo la quale la penuria di fica non è mai duratura.
La mattina dopo il caldo soffocante di Belem non m'impedisce di gironzalare per il giardino della cattedrale per almeno un'ora, tra gli sguardi commiseranti degli spazzini. Mi guardo continuamente intorno alla ricerca Louny, ma è ormai palese che non verrà. Mi riunisco mestamente al gruppo, che sta passando in rassegna il mercato del pesce locale. Andiamo a pranzo alla estaçao das docas, dove ovviamente di Louny non c'è traccia, e tento di consolarmi mangiando un'anatra immersa in una strana radice verde che ha l'effetto di rendere insensibile la bocca. Certo, potrei cercare qualche altra ragazza. Ma per la prima volta in the history of my relationship with Louny wonder comes over me, turning in dismay. He could go wrong before? I would have understood. Can not go wrong just when it most obvious. Just before the ice cream reminds me of my mother casually taking a malaria tablet.
And much less distracted the diabolical combination antimalarial tablet-duck decides to prove to my stomach that feels a field invaded by locusts, forcing me to test for most of the night and the next day, the comfort of the toilet seat and its ability to mirror my face. (For the curious: after the third time the water is so dirty that your reflection is uglier than that you have vomited). The next day we wake up at five to take the boat that will take us to the island of Marajó.
on board, while I was trying to think about my condition and seeking to dismiss the stomach ondulatario the movement of the boat, I noticed that a girl's smile weakened by my right to self-pity, and so I could not help but fall in love Natalia. I did not know, but I waited five days of unfulfilled expectations. 3



1 n.d.b* ehi! L' influenza della televisione sull'immaginario collettivo è quasi l'argomento della mia tesi di laurea.
2 brutto non sapere cos'è un'aposiopesi, eh?
3 n.d.b. questo post è troppo lungo, e io lo so.


* nota del bloggatore


P.S. "Sotto the frog's ass "is also a wonderful book by Tibor Fischer

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Lidoderm Patch And Lortab

Did you know that ...

... today, after once again I was asked 'Well, how was your trip?" I It occurred to me that the month (to be precise: 27 days) of vacation in my acquaintances in Brazil raises expectations about hypothetical and exciting adventures across the world.
E 'likely that people often want to be told how interesting your life just to be able to hate. Or you weigh the fact that you do not enjoy it enough.
E 'this is my prison? "I'll be forced to ever worry about what people think of what I do? In fact, to worry about thinking about what people should think about when you care what I do?
Be ', we often become attached to their prison. I decided to dedicate a few posts on my experience in Brazil, through stories that you can believe it or not. After all is not what I wanted to tell.



RESTAURANT

In Rio de Janeiro I met an Argentine, was sitting next to me at a table in a restaurant. The waiters wander around the room as if I did not exist, and I was quickly passed to the astonishment and annoyance from the noise the urge to scream "I'm hungry." This leaned toward me, I did mention to calm down and asked me for a cigarette.
Sai - I said - Brazilians are strange people, take life easy. Not like the Argentineans and Italians. Especially in the restaurant. You sit, wait an hour and the waiters are approaching you asking "Do you want to order?" You replied "yes" and those running on his heels and leave. After half an hour and come back, looking more peaceful world, they ask you if you want the menu. "Yes" you reply, and they go away again. Return menu with twenty minutes after you leave the canons and three quarters of an hour to decide what to eat. In the meantime, however, lead you to drink fruit juice that you have not ordered, zuccheratissimi. Just when you're about to start chewing the cloth, finally coming to take orders. E qui inizia il bello: perchè qualsiasi tu dica è chiaro che il cameriere non ti ascolta, il massimo di attenzione che può dedicarti è guardare le tette di tua moglie. Devi solo sperare che abbia voglia di farti mangiare bene e a sufficienza, cosa che spesso accade, perchè per ragioni che non mi spiego i camerieri brasiliani sono persone adorabili e simpatiche, almeno finché non si scopano tua moglie.
- ma poi le pietanze, almeno, sono buone? - gli ho chiesto
- Non lo so ragazzo, sono qui da ieri e devo ancora mangiare -
Sono rimasto basito. - E perchè diavolo non se ne va!? -
- Eh, che ci posso fare, qui devo lavorare. Sono il cuoco.

Lidoderm Patch And Lortab

Did you know that ...

... today, after once again I was asked 'Well, how was your trip?" I It occurred to me that the month (to be precise: 27 days) of vacation in my acquaintances in Brazil raises expectations about hypothetical and exciting adventures across the world.
E 'likely that people often want to be told how interesting your life just to be able to hate. Or you weigh the fact that you do not enjoy it enough.
E 'this is my prison? "I'll be forced to ever worry about what people think of what I do? In fact, to worry about thinking about what people should think about when you care what I do?
Be ', we often become attached to their prison. I decided to dedicate a few posts on my experience in Brazil, through stories that you can believe it or not. After all is not what I wanted to tell.



RESTAURANT

In Rio de Janeiro I met an Argentine, was sitting next to me at a table in a restaurant. The waiters wander around the room as if I did not exist, and I was quickly passed to the astonishment and annoyance from the noise the urge to scream "I'm hungry." This leaned toward me, I did mention to calm down and asked me for a cigarette.
Sai - I said - Brazilians are strange people, take life easy. Not like the Argentineans and Italians. Especially in the restaurant. You sit, wait an hour and the waiters are approaching you asking "Do you want to order?" You replied "yes" and those running on his heels and leave. After half an hour and come back, looking more peaceful world, they ask you if you want the menu. "Yes" you reply, and they go away again. Return menu with twenty minutes after you leave the canons and three quarters of an hour to decide what to eat. In the meantime, however, lead you to drink fruit juice that you have not ordered, zuccheratissimi. Just when you're about to start chewing the cloth, finally coming to take orders. E qui inizia il bello: perchè qualsiasi tu dica è chiaro che il cameriere non ti ascolta, il massimo di attenzione che può dedicarti è guardare le tette di tua moglie. Devi solo sperare che abbia voglia di farti mangiare bene e a sufficienza, cosa che spesso accade, perchè per ragioni che non mi spiego i camerieri brasiliani sono persone adorabili e simpatiche, almeno finché non si scopano tua moglie.
- ma poi le pietanze, almeno, sono buone? - gli ho chiesto
- Non lo so ragazzo, sono qui da ieri e devo ancora mangiare -
Sono rimasto basito. - E perchè diavolo non se ne va!? -
- Eh, che ci posso fare, qui devo lavorare. Sono il cuoco.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Can You Mount A Flip Camcprder On A Scope

It 's amazing how many things you can do in one day.

In questo post tento di rispondere the question 'And' right to write a post when you do not have anything to say? "
- no.

Can You Mount A Flip Camcprder On A Scope

It 's amazing how many things you can do in one day.

In questo post tento di rispondere the question 'And' right to write a post when you do not have anything to say? "
- no.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Kinesio Taping Bunion

It 'hard to look at what' that one should look

I spent five days, until yesterday morning, in what, according to the unnecessary and confusing Mondadori guidance of my mother and 'the best beach' beautiful throughout Brazil: Jericoacoara. I got them 'after a night in Fortaleza, a city (the Brazilians would say, "uma cidade de Grandeza average) stretch along the ocean, teeming with visibly fifties walking with my peers. Li ', sitting on one of the bars on the coast, his eyes still dirty four days in Rio de Janeiro, and I was well covered with all the laziness and indifference that I managed to scrape together.
Prendi tre strade principali, le incroci con altre tre, aggiungi un paio di stradine minori (tutta sabbia, niente cemento) ed ecco il villaggio per intero: Jericoacoara, ovvero i coccodrilli prendono il sole. Un posto hippie chic a due passi da una lunghissima spiaggia spazzata dal vento. O meglio: una cinquantina di redditizie Pousadas, un nutrito manipolo di appassionati di windsurf e kitesurf (il surf con il paracadute: tre giorni e cinquecento riales per imparare), argentine venditrici di collanine, un bar gelateria uruguagio, una decina di ottimi ristoranti e tre locali notturni. Aggiungi una duna alta duecento metri da cui si puo' ammirare il sole che si tuffa nell'oceano e allo stesso tempo skiing with a snow board.
short, nothing to complain about really. Menchemeno the fact that the nightlife starts at two in the morning and ends late in the morning.
Except that today, out of the bubble Jericoacoara, I find myself in a city 'crumbling charm: here and there,' colonial Portuguese-style buildings appear about to collapse at any moment, unless that nature is not regained the lost space and trees that I see beyond the facades become (they are already '?) supporting structures. Belem at the mouth of the Amazon, where thousands of cubic meters of water a second end their journey through foresta Amazzonica, marroni dall'inizio alla fine, con dentro molto piu' pensieri di quanti noi ne potremo mai pensare. Provo a farmi scorrere nella mente tutta la sofferenza sorridente che ho visto in queste ultime due settimane. Gente che dormiva nuda per strada, si aggirava per i tavolini di un bar chiedendo la carita', vendeva qualunque cosa per un rial, faceva volare dei birilli agli incroci. Volti diversi per la stessa disperazione.
Un purista, quale io mi sento poco prima di cena, dopo un bagno in piscina e una doccia, in jeans e maglietta spaparanzato su una sedia di fronte al computer dell'albergo, direbbe che essere messo a parte della sofferenza di qualcuno obbliga chi ne ha la possibilita' to help.
But how 'great responsibility' moral than a dozen tourists who spend about three weeks around Brazil? How many hands in pocket does not feel the weight of consciousness?
In a nutshell: how much should we give? What 's my percentage?

I realize that reducing everything to give and have revealed the essence of my consumerist culture, and I sense that this is' a symptom of a rot, something that does not funzionna, but remains in front of me and cursed inevitable dilemma of an average twenty year old educated, and that is not 'earned virtually nothing about what' that has, in front of a large river, ready to take away all purities.


cream which you put
solution that you use to defend
naivety?

(Daniele Silvestri - I fortunately)

Kinesio Taping Bunion

It 'hard to look at what' that one should look

I spent five days, until yesterday morning, in what, according to the unnecessary and confusing Mondadori guidance of my mother and 'the best beach' beautiful throughout Brazil: Jericoacoara. I got them 'after a night in Fortaleza, a city (the Brazilians would say, "uma cidade de Grandeza average) stretch along the ocean, teeming with visibly fifties walking with my peers. Li ', sitting on one of the bars on the coast, his eyes still dirty four days in Rio de Janeiro, and I was well covered with all the laziness and indifference that I managed to scrape together.
Prendi tre strade principali, le incroci con altre tre, aggiungi un paio di stradine minori (tutta sabbia, niente cemento) ed ecco il villaggio per intero: Jericoacoara, ovvero i coccodrilli prendono il sole. Un posto hippie chic a due passi da una lunghissima spiaggia spazzata dal vento. O meglio: una cinquantina di redditizie Pousadas, un nutrito manipolo di appassionati di windsurf e kitesurf (il surf con il paracadute: tre giorni e cinquecento riales per imparare), argentine venditrici di collanine, un bar gelateria uruguagio, una decina di ottimi ristoranti e tre locali notturni. Aggiungi una duna alta duecento metri da cui si puo' ammirare il sole che si tuffa nell'oceano e allo stesso tempo skiing with a snow board.
short, nothing to complain about really. Menchemeno the fact that the nightlife starts at two in the morning and ends late in the morning.
Except that today, out of the bubble Jericoacoara, I find myself in a city 'crumbling charm: here and there,' colonial Portuguese-style buildings appear about to collapse at any moment, unless that nature is not regained the lost space and trees that I see beyond the facades become (they are already '?) supporting structures. Belem at the mouth of the Amazon, where thousands of cubic meters of water a second end their journey through foresta Amazzonica, marroni dall'inizio alla fine, con dentro molto piu' pensieri di quanti noi ne potremo mai pensare. Provo a farmi scorrere nella mente tutta la sofferenza sorridente che ho visto in queste ultime due settimane. Gente che dormiva nuda per strada, si aggirava per i tavolini di un bar chiedendo la carita', vendeva qualunque cosa per un rial, faceva volare dei birilli agli incroci. Volti diversi per la stessa disperazione.
Un purista, quale io mi sento poco prima di cena, dopo un bagno in piscina e una doccia, in jeans e maglietta spaparanzato su una sedia di fronte al computer dell'albergo, direbbe che essere messo a parte della sofferenza di qualcuno obbliga chi ne ha la possibilita' to help.
But how 'great responsibility' moral than a dozen tourists who spend about three weeks around Brazil? How many hands in pocket does not feel the weight of consciousness?
In a nutshell: how much should we give? What 's my percentage?

I realize that reducing everything to give and have revealed the essence of my consumerist culture, and I sense that this is' a symptom of a rot, something that does not funzionna, but remains in front of me and cursed inevitable dilemma of an average twenty year old educated, and that is not 'earned virtually nothing about what' that has, in front of a large river, ready to take away all purities.


cream which you put
solution that you use to defend
naivety?

(Daniele Silvestri - I fortunately)