Friday, August 22, 2008

How Can An 18 Year Old Establish Credit

As I see you ...

Dato che mi si fa notare la biblica pigrizia nell'aggiornare il blog, vengo allo scoperto con un post fantasma per spiegare (a me stesso in realta'), a cosa e' dovuto il silenzio degli ultimi mesi.
Non per giustificare cotanta ignavia, ma perche' rimanga un appunto di quello che e' successo in these months, I'll tell 'only my life, but remained as such in substance daily, and' radically changed in the way of understanding the perspectives and I hope that I have.
That said, I should throw me nell'accorata examination of everything 'that led to such a' radical change and description of change itself, but I will not ': the blog is not' a diary and, above all, and 'by demonstrate that it interests someone.

why not go well, but I compare that I spent a typical day during the holiday period that I made and that and 'sadly ended with the day today.


LEAVE
Wake to the sunrise over the sea reopening of the eyelids.
Ten minutes in bed asleep enjoying the cool of the morning and the feeling of relaxation.
Toilette.
Celebration of my dog.
yogurt and fresh fruit smoothies prepared by my mother.
walk to bars, cafes', croissant (sugnoso) and newspaper.
relaxed reading a book on a deck chair on the veranda.
Sea: 5 km walk on the beach, bathroom in the morning, swim.
Lunch (not cooked by me)
Caffe '. Pennica
afternoon program is strongly desired and welcome. Wake from
pennica. 5 Km Walk

Two football pitches on the beach. Bath
afternoon.
Swim.
Waiting for sunset on the water.
Dinner (Not cooked by me).
Caffe '.
chat on the veranda.
Paper

REM sleep Deep sleep
Alarm ....


TODAY
Alarm and awareness for the fan, radio and bedside lamp still on.
5 minutes to figure out if and 'more' strong back pain because of the mattress or the intercostal due to the fan.
Toilette.
traveling between home and office (by car).
Turning on the PC.
Caffe 'the vending machine.
job
Caffe 'the vending machine.
job
Nescafe '
job
Lunch (in cafeteria or similar)
Return to Work office

Caffe' the distributor
job
Nescafe '
Nescafe'
job
job
Nescafe '
-office job
Route supermarket.
Dinner (prepared by me)
Write post ...



remarks in the margin:
- For now it's fine '
- From tomorrow, let's change a little something
- Ognunu avi to know cruci (old saying from Calabria).

How Can An 18 Year Old Establish Credit

As I see you ...

Dato che mi si fa notare la biblica pigrizia nell'aggiornare il blog, vengo allo scoperto con un post fantasma per spiegare (a me stesso in realta'), a cosa e' dovuto il silenzio degli ultimi mesi.
Non per giustificare cotanta ignavia, ma perche' rimanga un appunto di quello che e' successo in these months, I'll tell 'only my life, but remained as such in substance daily, and' radically changed in the way of understanding the perspectives and I hope that I have.
That said, I should throw me nell'accorata examination of everything 'that led to such a' radical change and description of change itself, but I will not ': the blog is not' a diary and, above all, and 'by demonstrate that it interests someone.

why not go well, but I compare that I spent a typical day during the holiday period that I made and that and 'sadly ended with the day today.


LEAVE
Wake to the sunrise over the sea reopening of the eyelids.
Ten minutes in bed asleep enjoying the cool of the morning and the feeling of relaxation.
Toilette.
Celebration of my dog.
yogurt and fresh fruit smoothies prepared by my mother.
walk to bars, cafes', croissant (sugnoso) and newspaper.
relaxed reading a book on a deck chair on the veranda.
Sea: 5 km walk on the beach, bathroom in the morning, swim.
Lunch (not cooked by me)
Caffe '. Pennica
afternoon program is strongly desired and welcome. Wake from
pennica. 5 Km Walk

Two football pitches on the beach. Bath
afternoon.
Swim.
Waiting for sunset on the water.
Dinner (Not cooked by me).
Caffe '.
chat on the veranda.
Paper

REM sleep Deep sleep
Alarm ....


TODAY
Alarm and awareness for the fan, radio and bedside lamp still on.
5 minutes to figure out if and 'more' strong back pain because of the mattress or the intercostal due to the fan.
Toilette.
traveling between home and office (by car).
Turning on the PC.
Caffe 'the vending machine.
job
Caffe 'the vending machine.
job
Nescafe '
job
Lunch (in cafeteria or similar)
Return to Work office

Caffe' the distributor
job
Nescafe '
Nescafe'
job
job
Nescafe '
-office job
Route supermarket.
Dinner (prepared by me)
Write post ...



remarks in the margin:
- For now it's fine '
- From tomorrow, let's change a little something
- Ognunu avi to know cruci (old saying from Calabria).

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Acidosis Causes Vasoconstriction?

Found 12 minutes: When one is informed, and 'much more' hard to take the piss.

How much time is lost every day in the car, in line at the supermarket, in front of the TV for sure.

Found 12 minutes to clear up some 'ideas and listen to something clear, simple, linear.

Acidosis Causes Vasoconstriction?

Found 12 minutes: When one is informed, and 'much more' hard to take the piss.

How much time is lost every day in the car, in line at the supermarket, in front of the TV for sure.

Found 12 minutes to clear up some 'ideas and listen to something clear, simple, linear.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Watery Cervix Mucus With Spotting

Poor (Al) Italy

In the coming months, we will learn from TV thousands of jobs that will go up in smoke thanks to the ability 'of Italian managers that led to the presumption and Alitalia on the brink of Italian politicians to handle such questions all the toys and tricks they are used. So now the

francoolandesi sfanculano we rightly and our bright future Prime Minister (elected by acclaim televoting) meets with Putin for the buddy talk, big buddies who do favors for cronies that they do, question of the national airline.

Cosi ', after the mysterious consortium of banks and entrepreneurs, there' s also a much more 'real possibility' acquisition Alitalia by Aeroflot. Here's what he wrote

Tiziano Terzani Aeroflot on September 24, 1991:

before the first flight is something revealing about managing this malfamatissima Soviet airline, Aeroflot. All seats are already 'occupied, the plane has already' closed the door and is about to take off when a stewardess on the track appears, followed by two young men of the "new businessmen" with the briefcase and the air self-confident. The engines are switched off. The door opens again, the hostess Confabula with the captain and two going to settle down on the rising pile of bags and packages in the trunk. I say often: Every aircraft has a maximum of people who can 'carry, but at the last minute, without having their names are recorded and without that they pay goes into the coffers of the company', a couple of other passengers are made to get on board and thus replenish the crews' i however, their poor wages.

from "Goodnight Mr Lenin" - Ed TEA


will tell me ':
"What does this mean? Those were the times when the national airline Aeroflot was the Soviet! With the fall of communism and 'become the Russian national airline and things will change! Come Massimo! What the fuck! Malfidano Always the same!

Good. Then I informed a moment.
is what is said today about the management of Aeroflot:

One of the more obscure, but perhaps this is why one of the most fascinating saga of Aeroflot is the airline's management.
In Soviet times it was common to assign to important personalities of the party roles in the companies under state control, such as Gazprom or Aeroflot, often, then, the same pictures of Gazprom and Aeroflot were from the KGB or were intended to serve as leaders in them. It happened so that, for example, a member of the party began to climb the hierarchy of the Communist Party and, after serving a few years of serving as an officer KGB, came to occupy positions of all relief in Aeroflot. This practice not only up until the era of Gorbachev and the collapse of the Soviet Union, but continued even during the Yeltsin and Putin eras. The current Russian President Vladimir Putin, in particular, is the head of an entourage that includes, in addition to the presidential staff, including executives of Bank Menatep St. Petersburg, Gazprom and Aeroflot course. It is reasonable to think that the management of these companies caught up in various ways with the Russian secret service (we have mentioned before the KGB in connivance with the company).
Groped to summarize the links between the Moscow government buildings, the KGB and Aeroflot is set up as a task very complex and can be studied only for connoisseurs of the post-Soviet Russia. Here, we simply offer some food for thought. We limit ourselves only to emphasize that the collapse of the Soviet Union and the subsequent birth of the Commonwealth of Independent States has not eradicated the clientele at the base of the Soviet political system: in this Aeroflot becomes a small piece of the great politico-economic mosaic in Russia today, an incredibly complex mosaic taken up by an intricate game of economic relations (the story of how Russia is Gazprom teach the core of the energy management of the entire East European and not only ...), espionage, diplomacy and international relations.

Source: www.md80.it

So now it 's quite clear: Alitalia is sold to a company that knows how to handle such' AS 'was managed until now!

Good luck to all honest workers who will look for a new manager to work with offenders and inconsistent policy.

Watery Cervix Mucus With Spotting

Poor (Al) Italy

In the coming months, we will learn from TV thousands of jobs that will go up in smoke thanks to the ability 'of Italian managers that led to the presumption and Alitalia on the brink of Italian politicians to handle such questions all the toys and tricks they are used. So now the

francoolandesi sfanculano we rightly and our bright future Prime Minister (elected by acclaim televoting) meets with Putin for the buddy talk, big buddies who do favors for cronies that they do, question of the national airline.

Cosi ', after the mysterious consortium of banks and entrepreneurs, there' s also a much more 'real possibility' acquisition Alitalia by Aeroflot. Here's what he wrote

Tiziano Terzani Aeroflot on September 24, 1991:

before the first flight is something revealing about managing this malfamatissima Soviet airline, Aeroflot. All seats are already 'occupied, the plane has already' closed the door and is about to take off when a stewardess on the track appears, followed by two young men of the "new businessmen" with the briefcase and the air self-confident. The engines are switched off. The door opens again, the hostess Confabula with the captain and two going to settle down on the rising pile of bags and packages in the trunk. I say often: Every aircraft has a maximum of people who can 'carry, but at the last minute, without having their names are recorded and without that they pay goes into the coffers of the company', a couple of other passengers are made to get on board and thus replenish the crews' i however, their poor wages.

from "Goodnight Mr Lenin" - Ed TEA


will tell me ':
"What does this mean? Those were the times when the national airline Aeroflot was the Soviet! With the fall of communism and 'become the Russian national airline and things will change! Come Massimo! What the fuck! Malfidano Always the same!

Good. Then I informed a moment.
is what is said today about the management of Aeroflot:

One of the more obscure, but perhaps this is why one of the most fascinating saga of Aeroflot is the airline's management.
In Soviet times it was common to assign to important personalities of the party roles in the companies under state control, such as Gazprom or Aeroflot, often, then, the same pictures of Gazprom and Aeroflot were from the KGB or were intended to serve as leaders in them. It happened so that, for example, a member of the party began to climb the hierarchy of the Communist Party and, after serving a few years of serving as an officer KGB, came to occupy positions of all relief in Aeroflot. This practice not only up until the era of Gorbachev and the collapse of the Soviet Union, but continued even during the Yeltsin and Putin eras. The current Russian President Vladimir Putin, in particular, is the head of an entourage that includes, in addition to the presidential staff, including executives of Bank Menatep St. Petersburg, Gazprom and Aeroflot course. It is reasonable to think that the management of these companies caught up in various ways with the Russian secret service (we have mentioned before the KGB in connivance with the company).
Groped to summarize the links between the Moscow government buildings, the KGB and Aeroflot is set up as a task very complex and can be studied only for connoisseurs of the post-Soviet Russia. Here, we simply offer some food for thought. We limit ourselves only to emphasize that the collapse of the Soviet Union and the subsequent birth of the Commonwealth of Independent States has not eradicated the clientele at the base of the Soviet political system: in this Aeroflot becomes a small piece of the great politico-economic mosaic in Russia today, an incredibly complex mosaic taken up by an intricate game of economic relations (the story of how Russia is Gazprom teach the core of the energy management of the entire East European and not only ...), espionage, diplomacy and international relations.

Source: www.md80.it

So now it 's quite clear: Alitalia is sold to a company that knows how to handle such' AS 'was managed until now!

Good luck to all honest workers who will look for a new manager to work with offenders and inconsistent policy.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Think I Have Diabetes

There are things that are priceless

Sunday morning.
I wake up quite late, a little 'dented: the night I was sick.

However today I feel better, 'cause there at 15:00' Milan-Reggina and I, as a good immigrant, I will go 'with two friends from Reggio: Stefano and Duilio, respectively migrating for work, the one in Milan, the other in Turin.
bilglietti I have already 'bought: second ring, the field 228. It 's my first time at San Siro and I can not miss me.

Cosi 'we meet the central station, we do a full walk, eat something in a restaurant and go to the stadium. Parking

strictly invented, free shuttle and here we are at the Meazza. We're right on time: to do the stairs that lead us to our industry risk in the order embolism, stroke and gastrointestinal blockage. But here we are.

Now, I will tell you 'the phases of the game, and that' ended with a clear 5 to 1 for the hosts, but do not forget ' never what 's happened to the 40' for the first time

Milan leads the two to zero by virtue 'of two penalties awarded by the arbitrator made from flour and Kaka; action of Reggina attack, a ball stretched to the limit of 'area, Barreto tow, seems to have lost valuable time in the stubble rather than beat on the fly, but the shooting part, shoots toward the goal, the goalie dives in vain, the network swells ... GGGGGOOOOOOOOAAAAAAL !!!!!!

"GGGGGOOOOOOOOAAAAAAL !!!!!!" and 'what' we shouted getting up myself, Stephen and Duilio ... and no other throughout the bend!

Tickets: € 15
Lunch at 10, 5 €
Losing 5 to 1: burning ass
rejoice in 3 out of thousands ... priceless!

Think I Have Diabetes

There are things that are priceless

Sunday morning.
I wake up quite late, a little 'dented: the night I was sick.

However today I feel better, 'cause there at 15:00' Milan-Reggina and I, as a good immigrant, I will go 'with two friends from Reggio: Stefano and Duilio, respectively migrating for work, the one in Milan, the other in Turin.
bilglietti I have already 'bought: second ring, the field 228. It 's my first time at San Siro and I can not miss me.

Cosi 'we meet the central station, we do a full walk, eat something in a restaurant and go to the stadium. Parking

strictly invented, free shuttle and here we are at the Meazza. We're right on time: to do the stairs that lead us to our industry risk in the order embolism, stroke and gastrointestinal blockage. But here we are.

Now, I will tell you 'the phases of the game, and that' ended with a clear 5 to 1 for the hosts, but do not forget ' never what 's happened to the 40' for the first time

Milan leads the two to zero by virtue 'of two penalties awarded by the arbitrator made from flour and Kaka; action of Reggina attack, a ball stretched to the limit of 'area, Barreto tow, seems to have lost valuable time in the stubble rather than beat on the fly, but the shooting part, shoots toward the goal, the goalie dives in vain, the network swells ... GGGGGOOOOOOOOAAAAAAL !!!!!!

"GGGGGOOOOOOOOAAAAAAL !!!!!!" and 'what' we shouted getting up myself, Stephen and Duilio ... and no other throughout the bend!

Tickets: € 15
Lunch at 10, 5 €
Losing 5 to 1: burning ass
rejoice in 3 out of thousands ... priceless!

Friday, April 11, 2008

Is The Martingale System Illegal

History of an evening of early spring

Fog, drizzle.
From the window of the seventh floor of a glass the protagonist attends an equally distracted distracted sunset.
E 'Friday night and the office and' now desert. The main character from 'the command to shutdown the pc before going to the bathroom, in a useless ritual time optimization.
In the few steps to the car decides not to return home as every night, but go see a movie, maybe Italian, and a pizza to eat in bed in the late evening.
The decision 'almost inevitable: the home roommate has the flu and, therefore, is looming as the perfect modern example of the infector.
Il cinema non e' lontano e, stranamente, trovare parcheggio risulta piu' facile del previsto. La fila al botteghino e' breve giusto il tempo di decidere, fra le proiezioni in ballottaggio, quella con piu' posti liberi in sala; il film non delude e, anzi, riesce a sollevare quegli interruttori interno che fanno in modo che il progatonista, una volta uscito e rimessosi in macchina, inizi a pensare.
Pensare e' quanto di peggio si possa fare di venerdi sera, con un week end davanti e nessun buon proposito da mettere in atto se non quello di non dimenticare di aggiungere l'igienizzante al carico della biancheria.
Cosi' il protagonista si mette alla guida e riflette. Riflette su che vita sta vivendo e sulle scelte che ha fatto. In realta' the protagonist knows that the choices are not made, but "form" day by day, as you know that every conviction of today can 'change tomorrow and knows that nothing can' be assumed.
The road and 'empty, the machine slips on the asphalt between discrete signs and street lights that color the tone faded foggy night.
The first pizza takeaway closes the gate facing the main character just got out of the car. The second one accepts the chairs on the tables upside down and smile sincerely sorry piazzaiolo the Egyptian who has turned off the oven for a while now '.
So the protagonist is resigned to a daughter of the microwave dinner, the consolation of having a home where there is 'a room and' now his private world and valuable where one can go, lie down on the bed and write a story about one night in early spring ...

Is The Martingale System Illegal

History of an evening of early spring

Fog, drizzle.
From the window of the seventh floor of a glass the protagonist attends an equally distracted distracted sunset.
E 'Friday night and the office and' now desert. The main character from 'the command to shutdown the pc before going to the bathroom, in a useless ritual time optimization.
In the few steps to the car decides not to return home as every night, but go see a movie, maybe Italian, and a pizza to eat in bed in the late evening.
The decision 'almost inevitable: the home roommate has the flu and, therefore, is looming as the perfect modern example of the infector.
Il cinema non e' lontano e, stranamente, trovare parcheggio risulta piu' facile del previsto. La fila al botteghino e' breve giusto il tempo di decidere, fra le proiezioni in ballottaggio, quella con piu' posti liberi in sala; il film non delude e, anzi, riesce a sollevare quegli interruttori interno che fanno in modo che il progatonista, una volta uscito e rimessosi in macchina, inizi a pensare.
Pensare e' quanto di peggio si possa fare di venerdi sera, con un week end davanti e nessun buon proposito da mettere in atto se non quello di non dimenticare di aggiungere l'igienizzante al carico della biancheria.
Cosi' il protagonista si mette alla guida e riflette. Riflette su che vita sta vivendo e sulle scelte che ha fatto. In realta' the protagonist knows that the choices are not made, but "form" day by day, as you know that every conviction of today can 'change tomorrow and knows that nothing can' be assumed.
The road and 'empty, the machine slips on the asphalt between discrete signs and street lights that color the tone faded foggy night.
The first pizza takeaway closes the gate facing the main character just got out of the car. The second one accepts the chairs on the tables upside down and smile sincerely sorry piazzaiolo the Egyptian who has turned off the oven for a while now '.
So the protagonist is resigned to a daughter of the microwave dinner, the consolation of having a home where there is 'a room and' now his private world and valuable where one can go, lie down on the bed and write a story about one night in early spring ...

Dinovo Bluetooth Dongle

Elections

Unfortunately Sunday and Monday 'for the first time in my life I will not vote'.

If I had been living abroad would have been more 'easy. However

you who are lucky, you can vote, please look this video and then voted:



Help your country!

Dinovo Bluetooth Dongle

Elections

Unfortunately Sunday and Monday 'for the first time in my life I will not vote'.

If I had been living abroad would have been more 'easy. However

you who are lucky, you can vote, please look this video and then voted:



Help your country!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Cubefield Game At School

walking in Milan

Insomnia and 'a disorder, an illness?
Definitely yes, but at least allows me to write something on this neglected blog that should be used to collect my thoughts and my crazy mental meanderings.

Today 'was a of those strange days that I happen occasionally, I like to get that out and walk until your legs or back, do not remind me that I can not ask them too.

I open my eyes at 7:30, bathroom, breakfast outside.
machine, meter, Piazza del Duomo, from where the "Stramilano" marathon in which it is not nice 'as the competitive aspect to be taken care of, as the desire of people to spend a morning around the center to run, walk and fun.

Now, there 'to say that the same type of event takes place in many cities' of Italy, but is called Vivicittà' or CorriCitta 'where you replace "Citta'" with the name of it. So that in Milan you can not 'do, for obvious syntactic complications.

However, witnessing the departure from the steps of the cathedral and then start my own quiet marathon through the streets of Milan's oldest and narrow that I had never seen and that I never was interested to see. Cosi 'through the tunnel (not squeeze the balls of the bull' cause I soon unwillingly to the rituals of any kind, unless you are a culinary) and I find myself in front of the scale, I still walk along streets where the building wild and disrespectful of the past has not caught on, and relax to get lost behind windows that blends in well with the environment around me: an antique shop, an art gallery, a cabinetmaker.
Continue along Via Solferino, noting the great windows of the buildings, roofs, decorated terraces.

Walking relaxes me more 'than anything else. He walks slowly, without haste. I walk and watch, and observing known.
known the guy at a table in a bar surrounded by newspapers and mobile phones, known to friends who eat breakfast at 11 am, noted the leaflet written in the hand of a parent who appeals to people because 'is found the backpack of the games lost by his children, in which there were drawings of little children ... and Play Station Mobile: Children desperate, "says the paper. Noto
the amount 'of Japanese science fiction that does not have a photograph anything parallelepiped; known expression of surprise of the American tourist who enters in the courtyard of Castello Sforzesco and see with your own eyes what 'which until then was only in fairy tales and movie sets.
Noto mothers scolding children who stray, known groups of friends bike, known older people who live their daily slowed and adolescents and their way of dressing more and more 'ridiculous (and here you see I'm older), not to mention the way she combs her hair ('s official: I'm old).

How many other things I saw this morning! And how many more I think! How many questions I have done and how many answers I found! Maybe I'll find 'the next round.

Metro terminus.
at home to cook.

Cubefield Game At School

walking in Milan

Insomnia and 'a disorder, an illness?
Definitely yes, but at least allows me to write something on this neglected blog that should be used to collect my thoughts and my crazy mental meanderings.

Today 'was a of those strange days that I happen occasionally, I like to get that out and walk until your legs or back, do not remind me that I can not ask them too.

I open my eyes at 7:30, bathroom, breakfast outside.
machine, meter, Piazza del Duomo, from where the "Stramilano" marathon in which it is not nice 'as the competitive aspect to be taken care of, as the desire of people to spend a morning around the center to run, walk and fun.

Now, there 'to say that the same type of event takes place in many cities' of Italy, but is called Vivicittà' or CorriCitta 'where you replace "Citta'" with the name of it. So that in Milan you can not 'do, for obvious syntactic complications.

However, witnessing the departure from the steps of the cathedral and then start my own quiet marathon through the streets of Milan's oldest and narrow that I had never seen and that I never was interested to see. Cosi 'through the tunnel (not squeeze the balls of the bull' cause I soon unwillingly to the rituals of any kind, unless you are a culinary) and I find myself in front of the scale, I still walk along streets where the building wild and disrespectful of the past has not caught on, and relax to get lost behind windows that blends in well with the environment around me: an antique shop, an art gallery, a cabinetmaker.
Continue along Via Solferino, noting the great windows of the buildings, roofs, decorated terraces.

Walking relaxes me more 'than anything else. He walks slowly, without haste. I walk and watch, and observing known.
known the guy at a table in a bar surrounded by newspapers and mobile phones, known to friends who eat breakfast at 11 am, noted the leaflet written in the hand of a parent who appeals to people because 'is found the backpack of the games lost by his children, in which there were drawings of little children ... and Play Station Mobile: Children desperate, "says the paper. Noto
the amount 'of Japanese science fiction that does not have a photograph anything parallelepiped; known expression of surprise of the American tourist who enters in the courtyard of Castello Sforzesco and see with your own eyes what 'which until then was only in fairy tales and movie sets.
Noto mothers scolding children who stray, known groups of friends bike, known older people who live their daily slowed and adolescents and their way of dressing more and more 'ridiculous (and here you see I'm older), not to mention the way she combs her hair ('s official: I'm old).

How many other things I saw this morning! And how many more I think! How many questions I have done and how many answers I found! Maybe I'll find 'the next round.

Metro terminus.
at home to cook.

Friday, April 4, 2008

18th Birthday Goth Present

MaxiVista photographer? Adelina

Magno cum joy, announcement that they released a photo of me on a site of tourist maps online.
The photo I took in the Piazza Vittorio Veneto Turin last October.


18th Birthday Goth Present

MaxiVista photographer? Adelina

Magno cum joy, announcement that they released a photo of me on a site of tourist maps online.
The photo I took in the Piazza Vittorio Veneto Turin last October.


Saturday, March 1, 2008

Clever River Boat Names



Read Camilleri's books?
know the Commissario Montalbano.
If you do not know, in a nutshell you can 'describe the Commissioner so':
a middle-aged man police commissioner, capable, thoughtful and discreet who lives alone in the sea despite being engaged to the Genoese Livia.

Commissioner and 'a great guy, always struggling with crime and dishonesty: he could never take care of his large and beautiful house by the sea, or even cooking. Ve lo vedete il Commissario Montalbano dietro i fornelli? No. Mi si annienterebbe il personaggio.

E cosi' il commissario a pranzo mangia in trattoria e la sera trova tutto pronto nel frigo o nel forno: a cucinare e' la domestica Adelina.

Ora. Cosa sarebbe il commissario Montalbano senza Adelina? Sarebbe un commissario, magari anche bravo, ma non il commissario Montalbano: per preparare la colazione e rifare il letto dovrebbe rinunciare alla nuotata mattutina, per cucinare perderebbe l'occasione di notare qualcosa di strano, per lavare casa e indumenti si lascerebbe scappare qualche assassino.

Vi direte: ma che cazzo ha bevuto Massimo? Che gli viene in mente?

E' solo che ieri sera mi sentivo uno rag: I came from a series of nights with little sleep and had a few lines of fever and would have given anything to not be able to wash the dishes!
In a frenzy of thoughts that led me to sleep, I found myself imagining a salary more 'high ... that would allow me to take un'Adelina.

Clever River Boat Names



Read Camilleri's books?
know the Commissario Montalbano.
If you do not know, in a nutshell you can 'describe the Commissioner so':
a middle-aged man police commissioner, capable, thoughtful and discreet who lives alone in the sea despite being engaged to the Genoese Livia.

Commissioner and 'a great guy, always struggling with crime and dishonesty: he could never take care of his large and beautiful house by the sea, or even cooking. Ve lo vedete il Commissario Montalbano dietro i fornelli? No. Mi si annienterebbe il personaggio.

E cosi' il commissario a pranzo mangia in trattoria e la sera trova tutto pronto nel frigo o nel forno: a cucinare e' la domestica Adelina.

Ora. Cosa sarebbe il commissario Montalbano senza Adelina? Sarebbe un commissario, magari anche bravo, ma non il commissario Montalbano: per preparare la colazione e rifare il letto dovrebbe rinunciare alla nuotata mattutina, per cucinare perderebbe l'occasione di notare qualcosa di strano, per lavare casa e indumenti si lascerebbe scappare qualche assassino.

Vi direte: ma che cazzo ha bevuto Massimo? Che gli viene in mente?

E' solo che ieri sera mi sentivo uno rag: I came from a series of nights with little sleep and had a few lines of fever and would have given anything to not be able to wash the dishes!
In a frenzy of thoughts that led me to sleep, I found myself imagining a salary more 'high ... that would allow me to take un'Adelina.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Can You Add A Porch To A Split Entry Home

The health 'second MaxiVista

Recover old blog
24 November 2006 / December 1, 2006


Two old post at once.
are the before and after my personal experience: I underwent an operation in which a public health facility ... the south (Reggio Calabria precisely).

11/24/2006 that there is enough 'health
In a few hours I put 'my first (and hopefully last one and only) surgery. In reality 'is something quite trivial (dab of ritual): The removal of the meniscus on strike now because of too many injuries incurred. No comments on the national health system, or the discomfort of residents on hunger in the world: none of this (I realize that no place ever fun stuff!) So, while waiting to put his hand to the PC for a new post I would like to close with a series of quotations that represent a good sample of the phrases that sooner or later we all were told by family members or friends in relation to health and wellness. recommendation of my mother when I go (or rather, I would go) to make sport
Do not kill!
recommendation of my girlfriend before football games
not hurt you!
recommendation of my father at any time
Look at your health!

recommendation of my aunt when I know the road
Get the plane? And if he falls!?!


Finally, a maximum life of my friend Peter (aka eddy22) which deals with security in life (EDP) and who, like me, has a strong sensitivity 'to the problems of disaster recovery: Massimo he recalls. In life there are two important things: backups and health!


---
01/12/2006 Riecchime
I'm back safe and sound after an intervention that in civilized countries and 'trivial but turns into a Reggio Calabria something serious. I can not tell.
The day begins at 7:45 when I introduce myself as agreed and after the visits, to be hospitalized.
be brought in the ward with three other unfortunates: a warm greeting, if you ever read this page, Sergio, Biagio e Francesco.
Vengo fatto spogliare e mi viene dato un camice monouso verde ma trasparente con il quale appaio come un macellaio pazzo e sono praticamente nudo e infreddolito.
Puntura e attesa di essere portati in sala operatoria. Sono le 8:15. Sono le 9:00. Sono le 10:30. Sono le 11:45. [Io nel frattempo convivo con il mio camice ] Sono le 12:30 Sono le 13:00 Sono le 14:00 Arriva il portantino: "Malara"! "Eccolo" - dice tremante (per il freddo e la fame) la voce di cio' che rimane di un ragazzo al quale un camice-grembiulino verde ha tolto la poca dignita' che gli restava nella vita: era la mia voce.
Salgo sulla barella: madre, padre, fidanzata con facce ... :( ... , luci al neon che sfilano, qualche battuta with the ambulance man to calm the situation, the elevator to the operating room.
In the operating room you will find a picturesque, worthy of the best local market. In this apparent chaos (I am convinced that should otherwise be apparent, I think, "I'm fucked!") I find nurses and doctors more 'or less interested in being in the stretcher with the pajamas green card and a leg shaved (yuck) I have become.
a young doctor comes up to me and makes me ', "you play basketball?". And I said, "once". He said, 'I remember you ... Sometimes we played! " "Occazzo" thinks that being semidepilato and now also wearing a nice cap of the same material as the gown that someone has made up his mind going. Anaesthetist
approaching ... "How much do you weigh?" he says. I respond with fear: "108". The anesthesiologist instructs ifermiere, in the meantime I intubated the vein with a substantial infusion, "then let them ... and also that this" passing siringone with a liquid in a dark matte colors. I see the syringe plunger to fall, I feel the mist head, numbness spread, close my eyes, dark.
USignuriMiMiJuta! ...
... I open my eyes, but not for long. I'm still on the stretcher (against traffic than before). The faces of the relatives. Someone tells me something (perhaps the stretcher). I answer with a curse that I can not remember. I'm in the bed of the lane. My companions in misfortune is the sincerity of my condition. He held up a thumb as the best riders finished off the street but safe. I sleep.
I still wear that shirt. The infusion. The raised leg. I sleep. 17:00 am to sleep a little bit 'of sleep did not tired, but of an endless idleness. I wake up for a while '. I speak with my family, with my girlfriend, with a relative, with the unfortunate like me who have recovered and meanwhile try to get up and go to the bathroom. I try too, but I realize that anesthesia is still circulating in my blood. Nothing to do. I have to put spread. I sleep. Cold sweat and sleep.
E 'so' all night, all night.
5:30 am the next morning: tablet, injection, breakfast. To get up yet and 'thing turns my head, I can not. I'm beginning to realize, supported by my friends who now are running around the room on crutches and the walker, the dose of anesthesia somministratami was what, in medical jargon, are called "horse." I drink a lot, I do another drip. I can get up. These are 11:00. Arrival in the bathroom and I glad to have made it predisposes the coveted place ... I feel a small tear in the knee, the warmth of a gush of blood. I feel your foot wet. I look down ': a pool of blood and' the end of the stream leaving the gauze that covers me, the knee, through the shield and drips on the floor. I go back to bed, I call a ifermiere. His face is tense but reassures me: "better so ', better be out. "
" Really cool! "I think. I feel better now: anesthesia has finished (maybe) to run into the bloodstream, it can no longer' charge my innate drug-stoned me injected. What I learned from this experience: The
  1. football reaps more 'victims of the war in Iraq;
  2. orthopedic departments of institutions are full of young men and old women (of course: women who play soccer are few!)
  3. Architectural barriers for the disabled are many: we do not see them but they are there.
conclude by quoting the words of the mother of Francis (right meniscus removed):
U pidhjulu goods, ch 'u sulu mali shore! "
not translate it because it' s too good to translate it ... ah, what I like those popular in Calabria!

Can You Add A Porch To A Split Entry Home

The health 'second MaxiVista

Recover old blog
24 November 2006 / December 1, 2006


Two old post at once.
are the before and after my personal experience: I underwent an operation in which a public health facility ... the south (Reggio Calabria precisely).

11/24/2006 that there is enough 'health
In a few hours I put 'my first (and hopefully last one and only) surgery. In reality 'is something quite trivial (dab of ritual): The removal of the meniscus on strike now because of too many injuries incurred. No comments on the national health system, or the discomfort of residents on hunger in the world: none of this (I realize that no place ever fun stuff!) So, while waiting to put his hand to the PC for a new post I would like to close with a series of quotations that represent a good sample of the phrases that sooner or later we all were told by family members or friends in relation to health and wellness. recommendation of my mother when I go (or rather, I would go) to make sport
Do not kill!
recommendation of my girlfriend before football games
not hurt you!
recommendation of my father at any time
Look at your health!

recommendation of my aunt when I know the road
Get the plane? And if he falls!?!


Finally, a maximum life of my friend Peter (aka eddy22) which deals with security in life (EDP) and who, like me, has a strong sensitivity 'to the problems of disaster recovery: Massimo he recalls. In life there are two important things: backups and health!


---
01/12/2006 Riecchime
I'm back safe and sound after an intervention that in civilized countries and 'trivial but turns into a Reggio Calabria something serious. I can not tell.
The day begins at 7:45 when I introduce myself as agreed and after the visits, to be hospitalized.
be brought in the ward with three other unfortunates: a warm greeting, if you ever read this page, Sergio, Biagio e Francesco.
Vengo fatto spogliare e mi viene dato un camice monouso verde ma trasparente con il quale appaio come un macellaio pazzo e sono praticamente nudo e infreddolito.
Puntura e attesa di essere portati in sala operatoria. Sono le 8:15. Sono le 9:00. Sono le 10:30. Sono le 11:45. [Io nel frattempo convivo con il mio camice ] Sono le 12:30 Sono le 13:00 Sono le 14:00 Arriva il portantino: "Malara"! "Eccolo" - dice tremante (per il freddo e la fame) la voce di cio' che rimane di un ragazzo al quale un camice-grembiulino verde ha tolto la poca dignita' che gli restava nella vita: era la mia voce.
Salgo sulla barella: madre, padre, fidanzata con facce ... :( ... , luci al neon che sfilano, qualche battuta with the ambulance man to calm the situation, the elevator to the operating room.
In the operating room you will find a picturesque, worthy of the best local market. In this apparent chaos (I am convinced that should otherwise be apparent, I think, "I'm fucked!") I find nurses and doctors more 'or less interested in being in the stretcher with the pajamas green card and a leg shaved (yuck) I have become.
a young doctor comes up to me and makes me ', "you play basketball?". And I said, "once". He said, 'I remember you ... Sometimes we played! " "Occazzo" thinks that being semidepilato and now also wearing a nice cap of the same material as the gown that someone has made up his mind going. Anaesthetist
approaching ... "How much do you weigh?" he says. I respond with fear: "108". The anesthesiologist instructs ifermiere, in the meantime I intubated the vein with a substantial infusion, "then let them ... and also that this" passing siringone with a liquid in a dark matte colors. I see the syringe plunger to fall, I feel the mist head, numbness spread, close my eyes, dark.
USignuriMiMiJuta! ...
... I open my eyes, but not for long. I'm still on the stretcher (against traffic than before). The faces of the relatives. Someone tells me something (perhaps the stretcher). I answer with a curse that I can not remember. I'm in the bed of the lane. My companions in misfortune is the sincerity of my condition. He held up a thumb as the best riders finished off the street but safe. I sleep.
I still wear that shirt. The infusion. The raised leg. I sleep. 17:00 am to sleep a little bit 'of sleep did not tired, but of an endless idleness. I wake up for a while '. I speak with my family, with my girlfriend, with a relative, with the unfortunate like me who have recovered and meanwhile try to get up and go to the bathroom. I try too, but I realize that anesthesia is still circulating in my blood. Nothing to do. I have to put spread. I sleep. Cold sweat and sleep.
E 'so' all night, all night.
5:30 am the next morning: tablet, injection, breakfast. To get up yet and 'thing turns my head, I can not. I'm beginning to realize, supported by my friends who now are running around the room on crutches and the walker, the dose of anesthesia somministratami was what, in medical jargon, are called "horse." I drink a lot, I do another drip. I can get up. These are 11:00. Arrival in the bathroom and I glad to have made it predisposes the coveted place ... I feel a small tear in the knee, the warmth of a gush of blood. I feel your foot wet. I look down ': a pool of blood and' the end of the stream leaving the gauze that covers me, the knee, through the shield and drips on the floor. I go back to bed, I call a ifermiere. His face is tense but reassures me: "better so ', better be out. "
" Really cool! "I think. I feel better now: anesthesia has finished (maybe) to run into the bloodstream, it can no longer' charge my innate drug-stoned me injected. What I learned from this experience: The
  1. football reaps more 'victims of the war in Iraq;
  2. orthopedic departments of institutions are full of young men and old women (of course: women who play soccer are few!)
  3. Architectural barriers for the disabled are many: we do not see them but they are there.
conclude by quoting the words of the mother of Francis (right meniscus removed):
U pidhjulu goods, ch 'u sulu mali shore! "
not translate it because it' s too good to translate it ... ah, what I like those popular in Calabria!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Early Retirement Cartoons

Shark We ... Once upon a time

The
FALPEC (Armed Front for Fighting Dog Fish) claims, with this, the abduction of sharks.
Sharks and 'still alive and is considered a political prisoner.

Ilaria!
will soon SHARK' tried by a people's court revolutionary.
If you want to see him alive, waiting for our instructions and do not do anything foolish.

soon.

Early Retirement Cartoons

Shark We ... Once upon a time

The
FALPEC (Armed Front for Fighting Dog Fish) claims, with this, the abduction of sharks.
Sharks and 'still alive and is considered a political prisoner.

Ilaria!
will soon SHARK' tried by a people's court revolutionary.
If you want to see him alive, waiting for our instructions and do not do anything foolish.

soon.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Notre Dame High School In Ajax

MaxiVista

There was once a student MaxiVista che aveva la passione del computer.
Questo maxive con i capelli lunghi e con qualche chilo di troppo (come nel perfetto stereotipo del nerd) aveva occupato un'intera stanza della casa in cui abitava, l'aveva popolata di due enormi scrivanie e di un numero esagerato di computer che provvedeva da solo ad assemblare (una volta i portatili erano un lusso troppo costoso) e aveva sforacchiato col trapano tutta la casa per fornire la connessione a internet a tutti i computer nelle altre stanze (una volta le reti wireless erano fantascienza).

Oggi maxive con i computer ci lavora e ci passa la maggior parte del suo tempo; non li assembla piu' perche' deve usare i portatili aziendali; non vive piu' in quella casa grande con i muri sforacchiati, ma in una stanza in cui c'e' un router wireless (la vita e' strana) e non ha piu' tutto quello spazio fatto di scrivanie, mobiletti reggi-monitor e ogni sorta di comodita' da ufficio casalingo.

Ecco qui sotto il mio angolo computer nella mia casa a Milano ... manco i mouse posso usare ... vita amara!
:D

Notre Dame High School In Ajax

MaxiVista

There was once a student MaxiVista che aveva la passione del computer.
Questo maxive con i capelli lunghi e con qualche chilo di troppo (come nel perfetto stereotipo del nerd) aveva occupato un'intera stanza della casa in cui abitava, l'aveva popolata di due enormi scrivanie e di un numero esagerato di computer che provvedeva da solo ad assemblare (una volta i portatili erano un lusso troppo costoso) e aveva sforacchiato col trapano tutta la casa per fornire la connessione a internet a tutti i computer nelle altre stanze (una volta le reti wireless erano fantascienza).

Oggi maxive con i computer ci lavora e ci passa la maggior parte del suo tempo; non li assembla piu' perche' deve usare i portatili aziendali; non vive piu' in quella casa grande con i muri sforacchiati, ma in una stanza in cui c'e' un router wireless (la vita e' strana) e non ha piu' tutto quello spazio fatto di scrivanie, mobiletti reggi-monitor e ogni sorta di comodita' da ufficio casalingo.

Ecco qui sotto il mio angolo computer nella mia casa a Milano ... manco i mouse posso usare ... vita amara!
:D

Monday, January 28, 2008

Stomach Flu 2010 Florida

Dialogue N3l Blind.

Da piccolo avevo paura del buio.
In realta' non solo da piccolo.
Diciamo che ho smesso di avere paura del buio da poco.
Da quando vivo solo non avere piu' paura del buio e',piu' che altro, una necessita': come il fatto di imparare a stirare o cucinare, ne' piu' ne' meno.
Ancor piu' paradossale e' considerare that I was not afraid of the dark in general, but fear of the dark in terms of solitude: to be clear, I could walk for hours at night in the woods of Transylvania, but faced with difficulties' to enter without turning on the light in a room if there was no one at home.
Anyway, I got behind this phobia even atavistic.
So I do not do more 'case in the dark, the dark rooms, open doors in the dark rooms and so' on.
least until Friday. I would love
now have the ability to 'literature of Edgar Allan Poe and terrorized with a mystery:) Anyways
'. Sara 'one more time.

Friday evening then, what will 'never happened?
I am going to a lengthy (a good merdionale that every detail is lost in useless) facts of the story from some time ago.

Milan offers an endless array of opportunities for recreation and entertainment: Some of these result in "trendy places" and "right people" style Candlewick (I avoid any form of comment), and others, which I prefer, about understanding the culture In its most 'extensive knowledge of the forms of expression and communication of human nature. That phrase
useless, the fact is that we organize, together with my cousin Angelo (man of bad character [: D] I will talk about 'a day) to live this new experience organized by the Institute for the Blind in Milan and chiamata appunto "DIALOGO N3L BUIO".
Si tratta, in sostanza, di passare una serata intera da "non vedenti": di vivere questa condizione per qualche ora assieme ad altre persone. L'obiettivo non e' quello di trovare solidarieta' dai "normodotati", ma quello di far conoscere a questi ultimi un'altra prospettiva da cui poter considerare la vita di tutti i giorni: non e' una simulazione, quanto piuttosto la possibilita' di scoprire la completezza dei nostri sensi.
Cosi ci troviamo di fronte all'istituto, in centro a Milano io, Angelo, la sua amica Raffaella e il di lei compagno (di cui non faccio il nome per questioni di privacy). Siamo pronti, entriamo, approfittiamo dei bagni (il "giro" dura circa un'ora e un quarto), and do the business. On our tour involved two other elements, a boy and a girl.
We are invited to submit any object that can be a source of light (mobile phones, watches, lighters) in a store, we are greeted in an anteroom dimly lit, with staff guidance and made aware of what 'lies ahead ... and here you live a certain restlessness. Soon, in fact, we have joined an environment in which 'created a state of total absence of light, a condition that is' almost impossible to find in reality' we know, "if someone had a problem, - says the voice of guy who explains the kind of experience we're going to meet - will be able to 'do this and will be' led out in a few seconds. "This is designed to be a reassurance, it sounds, actually 'in my head as something completely different. I think back to my old atavistic fear and wonder if I feel that I might be about to prove not for both cases equivalent to those suffering from vertigo and the height of the void. I worry a bit ', but, fearless (like all uptight and boring) I put the head of the group which will come' in the environment where we will be immersed for the next few hours.
I move the first steps along the wall (as per instructions) and leave little by little the last hints of faint light of the antechamber, around a corner and there it is: THE DARK. The darkness, how come I had happened.
say that the feeling I've tried and 'indescribable' trivial exact: the total absence of references to certain instinctively brings me to maintain contact with the wall, instinctively I touch her face in a gesture of confirmation of my existence, my eyes see nothing even the movements of my hand in front of my nose, keep your eyes wide open or shut 'perfectly equivalent (that we had said.)
I do not feel afraid, but I'm confused and I feel like hanging in the balance, but I do not know what.
This feeling lasts for a split second: the time to be reached by the shrill voice of our guide: Matthew. The voice of Matthew and 'strong, relaxed and reassuring. It looks and it holds out his hand. I hold it with both my hands, a gesture of gratitude for having taken away from that empty space where I was stuck. Us all, we learn our names and I quickly realized that the dark will soon learn the names: they soon learn that I do not remember them ever. Matthew tells us that we are going to discover the world that already 'familiar environment after the environment, he will lead us' through this experience with her voice and there is only a recommendation: the sticks low, otherwise it becomes a meeting of fencing).

The first environment and 'a garden, you feel immediately when you feel the gravel and grass under their feet. Matthew guides us with the item, we do not recommend trains between us and invites us to take conscience of where we are through all other senses.
In this environment, I take a walk among the trees, follow a fence, I fight against a bench (you should always use the stick shit!) And in the end, I hear the water running and touch ... and I must say that the water and 'very easy to visualize.

From the garden we go to the beach, cross the dock, we go in and take a boat ride.
It's a little 'Big Ben, but there is.

From the boat we enter a house and go around a bit 'by exchanging only the items found and being careful to put them well in place (and I assure you that it is not' easy).

now I use my stick with ease, walk more 'ships, more' at home: I think that I was a bit 'used to. Here it is one thing that leaves me to think a bit ': I'm wandering a bit' for the home, without speaking to anyone, without benchmarks to see how I sound cable, I lose a bit 'cognition of space and all' sudden lightly beat against someone and 'Matthew, who move quickly to prepare for the next environment, it crosses my path awkward. I do not have the time to understand it 'speech that he says to me' "Massimo excuse." I wonder how he did it: I have the instinct for a moment of ridiculous to think that he has the power to see us and then it makes sense in more 'than we do.

Thinking this nonsense ', I continued my exploration and I approach the other
Until non si cambia ambiente e si scende in strada.

Fra marciapiedi, semafori, strade, macchine, scopro che il rumore si trasforma in frastuono quando arriva alle mie orecchie ormai da un'ora tese a carpire ogni minimo rumore: ogni rumore, infatti, e' un'indizio su cio' che mi circonda, su chi mi sta vicino, su quale puo' essere la mia posizione e il mio orientamento.
Nell'ambiente cittadino mi sento completamente perso: svaniscono tutte le piccole conquiste precedenti.

E' passata piu' di un'ora: il giro e' finito e andiamo al pub. Prendiamo posto, ordiniamo, bevicchiamo e mangiucchiamo.
Scambiamo due chiacchere, qualche impressione, conosciamo meglio Matteo e ci raccontiamo un po' di noi. Ci metto more 'than half an hour to realize that the background music is not' a record, but an amazing pianist who will 'make us a little' company. Disappoints a bit 'Matthew when I told him that all this experience I lack a memory in the sense that I remember what I touched, what I heard, but I have a blank on where it may have been. Matthew
we must leave: and 'came another group of people who will do' guide. I salute you and thank him for all he has done for us and for your courtesy.

We are holding to discuss pleasantly unhurried and you have the feeling (at least I've got) in the darkness to be more 'casual, more' open.

Eventually, after an hour, we decide to go. We come together
leaving the pianist with whom we became friends and in the meantime, one after another, we find the light lost more 'than two hours earlier.

exit I see basically two things:
- people who do not know and I met in the dark are completely different from what I expected them (and this' only confirms that the aesthetic factor largely influences the impressions when someone we know);
- will not know 'never what it' did Matthew: I met him but I've never seen. And
'This is the last "real simulation of the evening.


For those who want information or are interested in booking a night like this.
http://istciechinew.stage.webresults.it/document.aspx?idMenu=45

Stomach Flu 2010 Florida

Dialogue N3l Blind.

Da piccolo avevo paura del buio.
In realta' non solo da piccolo.
Diciamo che ho smesso di avere paura del buio da poco.
Da quando vivo solo non avere piu' paura del buio e',piu' che altro, una necessita': come il fatto di imparare a stirare o cucinare, ne' piu' ne' meno.
Ancor piu' paradossale e' considerare that I was not afraid of the dark in general, but fear of the dark in terms of solitude: to be clear, I could walk for hours at night in the woods of Transylvania, but faced with difficulties' to enter without turning on the light in a room if there was no one at home.
Anyway, I got behind this phobia even atavistic.
So I do not do more 'case in the dark, the dark rooms, open doors in the dark rooms and so' on.
least until Friday. I would love
now have the ability to 'literature of Edgar Allan Poe and terrorized with a mystery:) Anyways
'. Sara 'one more time.

Friday evening then, what will 'never happened?
I am going to a lengthy (a good merdionale that every detail is lost in useless) facts of the story from some time ago.

Milan offers an endless array of opportunities for recreation and entertainment: Some of these result in "trendy places" and "right people" style Candlewick (I avoid any form of comment), and others, which I prefer, about understanding the culture In its most 'extensive knowledge of the forms of expression and communication of human nature. That phrase
useless, the fact is that we organize, together with my cousin Angelo (man of bad character [: D] I will talk about 'a day) to live this new experience organized by the Institute for the Blind in Milan and chiamata appunto "DIALOGO N3L BUIO".
Si tratta, in sostanza, di passare una serata intera da "non vedenti": di vivere questa condizione per qualche ora assieme ad altre persone. L'obiettivo non e' quello di trovare solidarieta' dai "normodotati", ma quello di far conoscere a questi ultimi un'altra prospettiva da cui poter considerare la vita di tutti i giorni: non e' una simulazione, quanto piuttosto la possibilita' di scoprire la completezza dei nostri sensi.
Cosi ci troviamo di fronte all'istituto, in centro a Milano io, Angelo, la sua amica Raffaella e il di lei compagno (di cui non faccio il nome per questioni di privacy). Siamo pronti, entriamo, approfittiamo dei bagni (il "giro" dura circa un'ora e un quarto), and do the business. On our tour involved two other elements, a boy and a girl.
We are invited to submit any object that can be a source of light (mobile phones, watches, lighters) in a store, we are greeted in an anteroom dimly lit, with staff guidance and made aware of what 'lies ahead ... and here you live a certain restlessness. Soon, in fact, we have joined an environment in which 'created a state of total absence of light, a condition that is' almost impossible to find in reality' we know, "if someone had a problem, - says the voice of guy who explains the kind of experience we're going to meet - will be able to 'do this and will be' led out in a few seconds. "This is designed to be a reassurance, it sounds, actually 'in my head as something completely different. I think back to my old atavistic fear and wonder if I feel that I might be about to prove not for both cases equivalent to those suffering from vertigo and the height of the void. I worry a bit ', but, fearless (like all uptight and boring) I put the head of the group which will come' in the environment where we will be immersed for the next few hours.
I move the first steps along the wall (as per instructions) and leave little by little the last hints of faint light of the antechamber, around a corner and there it is: THE DARK. The darkness, how come I had happened.
say that the feeling I've tried and 'indescribable' trivial exact: the total absence of references to certain instinctively brings me to maintain contact with the wall, instinctively I touch her face in a gesture of confirmation of my existence, my eyes see nothing even the movements of my hand in front of my nose, keep your eyes wide open or shut 'perfectly equivalent (that we had said.)
I do not feel afraid, but I'm confused and I feel like hanging in the balance, but I do not know what.
This feeling lasts for a split second: the time to be reached by the shrill voice of our guide: Matthew. The voice of Matthew and 'strong, relaxed and reassuring. It looks and it holds out his hand. I hold it with both my hands, a gesture of gratitude for having taken away from that empty space where I was stuck. Us all, we learn our names and I quickly realized that the dark will soon learn the names: they soon learn that I do not remember them ever. Matthew tells us that we are going to discover the world that already 'familiar environment after the environment, he will lead us' through this experience with her voice and there is only a recommendation: the sticks low, otherwise it becomes a meeting of fencing).

The first environment and 'a garden, you feel immediately when you feel the gravel and grass under their feet. Matthew guides us with the item, we do not recommend trains between us and invites us to take conscience of where we are through all other senses.
In this environment, I take a walk among the trees, follow a fence, I fight against a bench (you should always use the stick shit!) And in the end, I hear the water running and touch ... and I must say that the water and 'very easy to visualize.

From the garden we go to the beach, cross the dock, we go in and take a boat ride.
It's a little 'Big Ben, but there is.

From the boat we enter a house and go around a bit 'by exchanging only the items found and being careful to put them well in place (and I assure you that it is not' easy).

now I use my stick with ease, walk more 'ships, more' at home: I think that I was a bit 'used to. Here it is one thing that leaves me to think a bit ': I'm wandering a bit' for the home, without speaking to anyone, without benchmarks to see how I sound cable, I lose a bit 'cognition of space and all' sudden lightly beat against someone and 'Matthew, who move quickly to prepare for the next environment, it crosses my path awkward. I do not have the time to understand it 'speech that he says to me' "Massimo excuse." I wonder how he did it: I have the instinct for a moment of ridiculous to think that he has the power to see us and then it makes sense in more 'than we do.

Thinking this nonsense ', I continued my exploration and I approach the other
Until non si cambia ambiente e si scende in strada.

Fra marciapiedi, semafori, strade, macchine, scopro che il rumore si trasforma in frastuono quando arriva alle mie orecchie ormai da un'ora tese a carpire ogni minimo rumore: ogni rumore, infatti, e' un'indizio su cio' che mi circonda, su chi mi sta vicino, su quale puo' essere la mia posizione e il mio orientamento.
Nell'ambiente cittadino mi sento completamente perso: svaniscono tutte le piccole conquiste precedenti.

E' passata piu' di un'ora: il giro e' finito e andiamo al pub. Prendiamo posto, ordiniamo, bevicchiamo e mangiucchiamo.
Scambiamo due chiacchere, qualche impressione, conosciamo meglio Matteo e ci raccontiamo un po' di noi. Ci metto more 'than half an hour to realize that the background music is not' a record, but an amazing pianist who will 'make us a little' company. Disappoints a bit 'Matthew when I told him that all this experience I lack a memory in the sense that I remember what I touched, what I heard, but I have a blank on where it may have been. Matthew
we must leave: and 'came another group of people who will do' guide. I salute you and thank him for all he has done for us and for your courtesy.

We are holding to discuss pleasantly unhurried and you have the feeling (at least I've got) in the darkness to be more 'casual, more' open.

Eventually, after an hour, we decide to go. We come together
leaving the pianist with whom we became friends and in the meantime, one after another, we find the light lost more 'than two hours earlier.

exit I see basically two things:
- people who do not know and I met in the dark are completely different from what I expected them (and this' only confirms that the aesthetic factor largely influences the impressions when someone we know);
- will not know 'never what it' did Matthew: I met him but I've never seen. And
'This is the last "real simulation of the evening.


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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Pastoral Anniversary Letter

Pizza det [cut] Two

old Recovery Blog - April 3, 2006

Thank goodness there are the old blog post, otherwise it would clear the slow update this!

Here, indeed, one of my old account.
To frame the context of "historical society" in which I was: I went to live in Rome recently, and hearing care in the company, I had a not very enviable financial reserve, which is why I was more 'than ever attentive to the voices Output in the budget ...

---

do not know why today I am reporter and I would draw a short, silly story of the last 20 years of pizza al taglio. Si sà che le cose piùstupide spesso corrispondono a verità . Un tempo, quando ero bambino, l'unità di misura della pizza al taglio era la PORZIONE.
Si stava bene allora! Con mille-millecinquecento lire, chiunque (dal bambino affamato, all'operaio, al manager rampante) aveva diritto alla sua porzione, uguale per tutti. Democratica. Una certezza insomma.
Poi vennero gli anni novanta e venne introdotta una nuova, diabolica, modalità di vendita: la pizza a peso. Che guaio! Adesso lo scenario era cambiato: in fila c'erano ancora il bimbo affamato, l'operaio in pausa, il manager rampante, ma stavolta a regolare la dimensione della pizza non era solo l'appetito, ma anche la PECUNIA.
Sul fronte degli esercenti, poi, venne escogitata una truffa infame che voleva che la pizza non venisse cotta a dovere per aumentarne il peso e guadagnare di più a parità di ingredienti utilizzati.
Oggi c'è l'euro. Chi ci ha amministrato ha pensato bene di sbattersene i c******i di monitorare l'aumento ingiustificato dei prezzi, di imporre sanzioni, di predisporre controlli ad hoc sul territorio. Così ci ritroviamo con una svalutazione del denaro che "normalmente" si sarebbe avuta in 30 anni; noi italiani l'abbiamo avuta in 3.
Bene. Allora prendiamo la pizza al taglio come cartina di tornasole di questa dissertazione economica "terra-terra" che mi sono azzardato a fare per divertimento.
La parola "porzione" now has become antiquated, archaic, obsolete. E 'evocative of something full-bodied, good, fulfilling lives. Try to pronounce thinking about pizza. PORTION. That word, full, solid, comforting. But now no longer used: because the portion is a unit of measurement, can not mean anything to be variable, depending on how much you are willing to spend.
Now we use the word "slice" . What a sad word! Seems to have no meaning. And they do not have it: it means a nice big square for the spoiled child, means a rectangle sfigatino for the child who does not know whether to buy a snack or stickers. Slice. It seems like a thing gone bad, to throw. You never know what cost you a slice until you see it on the scale, at which point it is too late: it is already yours.
Often, unfortunately, I have to dine out. Not being financially "free", I'm pleased to take a slice (of course) pizza in one of the many pizzerias that far-sighted entrepreneurs have come out of the former warehouse of 20 square meters in the district. I knew I certainly would not have spent little, but I can not imagine how small it was a slice corresponding to a € (two thousand pounds) of pizza (because it is more stuffed than the coast)!
Now, to share with you my amazement, I'm going to describe empirically the slice in question: "Look

keyboard (Italian) of your PC;
-Place the left forefinger on the letter "w",
-Place the right index finger on the letter "p",
-Place the thumb of his left hand on the letter " z ",
-Place the thumb of his right hand on the punctuation mark". "

Now combined with segments of the four imaginary fingers and you made the exact size of the slice of pizza from a €!

Good. Then we saw how, over the years, the units were the portions, the GRAM, the KEY.
I should not wonder, in a few years to see that unit as the measure of the pizza is the PIXEL!
Bon appetit!

Pastoral Anniversary Letter

Pizza det [cut] Two

old Recovery Blog - April 3, 2006

Thank goodness there are the old blog post, otherwise it would clear the slow update this!

Here, indeed, one of my old account.
To frame the context of "historical society" in which I was: I went to live in Rome recently, and hearing care in the company, I had a not very enviable financial reserve, which is why I was more 'than ever attentive to the voices Output in the budget ...

---

do not know why today I am reporter and I would draw a short, silly story of the last 20 years of pizza al taglio. Si sà che le cose piùstupide spesso corrispondono a verità . Un tempo, quando ero bambino, l'unità di misura della pizza al taglio era la PORZIONE.
Si stava bene allora! Con mille-millecinquecento lire, chiunque (dal bambino affamato, all'operaio, al manager rampante) aveva diritto alla sua porzione, uguale per tutti. Democratica. Una certezza insomma.
Poi vennero gli anni novanta e venne introdotta una nuova, diabolica, modalità di vendita: la pizza a peso. Che guaio! Adesso lo scenario era cambiato: in fila c'erano ancora il bimbo affamato, l'operaio in pausa, il manager rampante, ma stavolta a regolare la dimensione della pizza non era solo l'appetito, ma anche la PECUNIA.
Sul fronte degli esercenti, poi, venne escogitata una truffa infame che voleva che la pizza non venisse cotta a dovere per aumentarne il peso e guadagnare di più a parità di ingredienti utilizzati.
Oggi c'è l'euro. Chi ci ha amministrato ha pensato bene di sbattersene i c******i di monitorare l'aumento ingiustificato dei prezzi, di imporre sanzioni, di predisporre controlli ad hoc sul territorio. Così ci ritroviamo con una svalutazione del denaro che "normalmente" si sarebbe avuta in 30 anni; noi italiani l'abbiamo avuta in 3.
Bene. Allora prendiamo la pizza al taglio come cartina di tornasole di questa dissertazione economica "terra-terra" che mi sono azzardato a fare per divertimento.
La parola "porzione" now has become antiquated, archaic, obsolete. E 'evocative of something full-bodied, good, fulfilling lives. Try to pronounce thinking about pizza. PORTION. That word, full, solid, comforting. But now no longer used: because the portion is a unit of measurement, can not mean anything to be variable, depending on how much you are willing to spend.
Now we use the word "slice" . What a sad word! Seems to have no meaning. And they do not have it: it means a nice big square for the spoiled child, means a rectangle sfigatino for the child who does not know whether to buy a snack or stickers. Slice. It seems like a thing gone bad, to throw. You never know what cost you a slice until you see it on the scale, at which point it is too late: it is already yours.
Often, unfortunately, I have to dine out. Not being financially "free", I'm pleased to take a slice (of course) pizza in one of the many pizzerias that far-sighted entrepreneurs have come out of the former warehouse of 20 square meters in the district. I knew I certainly would not have spent little, but I can not imagine how small it was a slice corresponding to a € (two thousand pounds) of pizza (because it is more stuffed than the coast)!
Now, to share with you my amazement, I'm going to describe empirically the slice in question: "Look

keyboard (Italian) of your PC;
-Place the left forefinger on the letter "w",
-Place the right index finger on the letter "p",
-Place the thumb of his left hand on the letter " z ",
-Place the thumb of his right hand on the punctuation mark". "

Now combined with segments of the four imaginary fingers and you made the exact size of the slice of pizza from a €!

Good. Then we saw how, over the years, the units were the portions, the GRAM, the KEY.
I should not wonder, in a few years to see that unit as the measure of the pizza is the PIXEL!
Bon appetit!

Monday, January 14, 2008

Jcpenney Hair Salon Pricing

laughter can not hurt anyone

It 'a little' do not put anything by my usual problems of work / laziness / sloth.
I want to publicly thank my friend Mario, who has spent too flattering words for my box of random thoughts on his thoughts settimaarte.
much envy Mario's blog: dedicated to the world of cinema, and 'how all blogs should be: accurate, detailed, useful and clear, interventions, supported by a deep understanding of the topics are timely and never dull, leaving no room for biases or positions (except, perhaps, against the beauty of Monica Bellucci, before which, our Mario, extends a mat).
A point of reference, in short, for those interested in the world of cinema.
Congratulations Mario!

said ...
... sometimes I think I should post something fun or useful and not my usual considerations.

So today I want you to have a laugh ...
and this will help me 'the most' of the great comic contemporaries.
Enjoy.

Jcpenney Hair Salon Pricing

laughter can not hurt anyone

It 'a little' do not put anything by my usual problems of work / laziness / sloth.
I want to publicly thank my friend Mario, who has spent too flattering words for my box of random thoughts on his thoughts settimaarte.
much envy Mario's blog: dedicated to the world of cinema, and 'how all blogs should be: accurate, detailed, useful and clear, interventions, supported by a deep understanding of the topics are timely and never dull, leaving no room for biases or positions (except, perhaps, against the beauty of Monica Bellucci, before which, our Mario, extends a mat).
A point of reference, in short, for those interested in the world of cinema.
Congratulations Mario!

said ...
... sometimes I think I should post something fun or useful and not my usual considerations.

So today I want you to have a laugh ...
and this will help me 'the most' of the great comic contemporaries.
Enjoy.