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)