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Genoa ....

Embezzlement from the blog of Sere ;)

... Genoa is the appetizer to the Monument, a relaxed expression on his face sunburned after a day on the beach with flip flops and canvas trousers, a beer in hand with the sun caresses the mirror of the sea of Garibaldi in front of us and then slowly disappears behind the mountains.
At the end you always meet someone you know, even when you just do not want to see anyone. Sometimes it's almost impossible to even reach the bar and other times you do things that evening, sitting on the wall forever, week after week, same place.
Genoa is routine ... we, with our fixed points, a bit 'closed, a little' introverted, a little 'suspicious ...
not we open up now with those who do not know, sometimes we look with suspicion those who arrive in our midst and not because we fear something, but perhaps because we love our certainties and all that we do not know, just a little ', at least initially, it intimidates.
And we respect the space of others, we do not like to get off ...
... Genoa is the victim, we have always guaranteed to be in credit with the fate of having been wronged, that he got less than we deserve.
Genoa is with us ... the scooter, again, whatever the weather ... when it rains, in our yellow wax, fearless of the spray raised by bus and car lights in the rear. We go
spaces, traffic jams and bottlenecks in small we always went to it, the first traffic light.
Wind, traffic, rain or shine, we know that in a quarter of an hour to get there ...
not always respect the rules of the road, but basically there is an unwritten code for those in motion, is granted go to the bus lanes, pass right through the trees and parked cars.
And when we're on a scooter we hate those who create only machine casino
... ... Genoa is the city that is paralyzed when it rains ... the cars in second and third row of mothers and fathers in front of schools, traffic jams on Friday at six then without any real reason.
The narrow and steep streets we drive with confidence, we pass a few millimeters to other machines without the fear of touching and often without even slowing down, as if now our eye was the most accurate of engineers.
With the license taken here can not be afraid to drive in any other place. We
that when we drive a scooter you hate those who did not take precedence and are caught in spaces too small to be regarded with suspicion ...
Genoa is the cake ... hot, fragrant, eaten at 4 am after a night outside the range or at school or on the rocks when the school agree to skip it ... at home for breakfast on Saturday morning in the coffee-milk, or the one with the onions at lunch, maybe at the beach in summer and only say Milan is heavy ... ... a walk
Genoa Nervi, beautiful, beautiful ... her blue railings, benches and waves on the rocks, meet people who ran, with the families stroller, holding hands and old boyfriends who read the newspaper, very original Senegalese selling imitation designer handbags and sunglasses.
You can see the coast and in those rocks down there, the sea is very blue.
A corner of paradise that relaxes, reassures us, maybe a Friday night and has not done anything in which we find ourselves with friends to talk about one of those benches
... And then the rose garden, we makes you proud in the eyes of those who come from outside as if, at least in part, we created ourselves.
Genoa ... Piazza delle Erbe and alleys, which are not small, narrow and wet, but alive, who are among the city's history stones, bringing the scent of old restaurants and fresh pesto, which give us a little 'breathing in the warm summer evenings and shelter us from wind in winter.
not established a meeting place for all.
Genoa is beautiful ... even in winter, when the images on TV show the mist and snow, and we look out the window and the thermometer at 8 degrees think - "cold this morning!" - And the sun just a little 'more pale spring that makes us rediscover the beach with her sweater and sunscreen
... ... Genoa is the view of Corsica on a clear day is ... ...
Genoa Lanterna, insignificant in the eyes distracted the stranger, a beautiful and imposing our own, who always try looking at the port.
... Genoa is the overpass for a few unsightly, uncomfortable, and to pull down others ... but when we return after days spent outside, she is there to welcome us, as if he laid his mat and introduce it again in our life and is as if we spoke, showing the Tirrenia ferries, ships of Costa, the Expo and the Bigo and on the other hand, almost another corner of the world, the buildings on the heights, Prince, Miramare, Sottoripa, Via Gramsci via Pre ...
Genoa derby ... a perennial, in the words, bars, playgrounds and pride to show their colors, wool scarves in winter, summer T-shirts, stickers on helmets and once the stickers on the plates.
nervousness, anger among cousins, joy for their losses, and then, best friends, who have always opposed faiths ...
Genoa is an emotion ... those rare times when the snow falls ... Mount Bands that no longer seems even he, the beaches of Italy whitewashed course stability and perhaps even more children and adults who play as if they were in the mountains ... ... Bogliasco
Genoa, Parish and Sori ... where everyone knows everyone and you can still find the small Food and drug ...
Genoa ... is the pleasure of the restaurants, the wooden tables and pitchers of house wine, and Traso Sussisa, trofie pansoti pesto and walnut sauce, the menu on simple sheets of paper and satisfaction on your face when you leave ...
Genoa ... focaccette cheese in the walk in Recco, the cake that the whole of Italy has tried to imitate ... ...
Genoa on Via XX Saturday afternoon, the guys that pulled the tubs are ... Galleria Mazzini and Via XV April and their shops a bit 'more posh and rather more than within reach of all of Via San Luca, Piazza Banchi and Piazza Soziglia
... ... Genoa is the Cathedral of San Lorenzo and the unexploded bomb dropped War in that you can still see and touch with superstition and fear in Genoa ... ...
ways of the streets changed every six months, the holes in the asphalt covered only after someone has fallen, the perennial work and put the pieces even more dangerous to cover the holes.
... Genoa is the Madonna della Guardia, where everyone at least once, we vowed to walk if that certain thing is ... ...
Genoa Righi in the evening, inside the car to look a bit 'of intimacy ...
Genoa ... is too small for our ambitions, too old, we are happy to go away as soon as possible but already beyond Giovi we feel lost, as if they had taken at night, suddenly, our warm and safe covered, we lack the sea, we are missing your privacy and we look forward to coming back.
... Genoa is the dialect spoken in a few ... but now that almost everyone understands.
Genova Aurelia is ... with the sun in your face, the reflections of the sea, sailing boats, trees, flowers and serenity in the eye.
... Genoa is not true that we are stingy and do not bear it when people identify with this common place ... sometimes we're just a bit 'more judicious in the expenditure
... ... Genoa is the Christ of the abyss and trips boat, Portofino and Camogli, even more beautiful when seen from offshore.
... Genoa is the city of Colombo and it does not matter if there is gone, and many regard it as more English ... we have her home and before you know it is not true!
... Genoa is a lunch break without the beach, with the costume under his jacket and tie.
... Genoa is the fair of Saint Agatha, Brignole banquets at Christmas, the fires of St. John on June 24 and those of Recco Genoa ... ...
its forts, hiking in the mountains, the festivals of the hinterland, broad beans and salami Sant'Olcese.
... Genoa is the sea seen from my window ...

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The Tales of Beedle the Bard

images are in many Harry Potter fans who ardently wish to read other pages of the fantastic universe created 10 years ago now, from the pen of JK Rowling ... And for the writer to be difficult to detach itself from the world that has made her the richest woman in England! I have often heard daydream network (and not) for an eighth book or an encyclopedia of the wizarding world ... Well, before that happens, Rowling has decided to publish a book of 157 pages, which gathers the five fairy tales of the magical world ... For those who have already read the 7th book, the title, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", will not play again, because it is the book that Dumbledore left in Hermione and heritage that contains, among other things, the story of three brothers ...

If you can not wait to read this new writing, but you have to dampen your enthusiasm ... The publication date in fact, at the moment, there ... the generous English writer has produced only seven copies of this manuscript and only if the sale is awarded in an auction at Sotheby Amazon for the modest sum of £ 1,950,000 (nearly 3 million euros) ... All proceeds will go to charity The Children's Voice campaign , an association founded, among others, by the same Rowling. The remaining 6 copies have been a gift to people who have contributed in years before the creation of the universe of Harry Potter ... So unless you're lucky enough to know one of these 6 people, you have to do without this new book ...

But there is a chance to read a short review, and see some photos of the manuscript directly page on Amazon where the famous site announces that the mysterious winner

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Having failed this week to find the time to write the wonderful weekend I've been through, I was going to sue them because at the end of the previous posting ... Unfortunately, the dinner has stopped writing so I thought it was more appropriate to dedicate at least one area of his own:)

When I mentioned was the first time I was a bit Spiaza for an infinite number of reasons that I will not mention here ... I finally decided to accept the idea, partly for the person who had invited me, a little curious to know new people, a bit to find a stimulus to get closer as soon as possible to the PBEM ....

What about ... at the end the desire to write and I found the part and how, indeed, much more than before!
were wonderful two days spent with friendly people, an experience that I hope will be repeated as soon as possible;)

A big thank you to all who have participated (and especially to my lovely traveling companion;) )

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advent calendar-Day 2007 ...

more time passes, more must approach home because they feel the atmosphere ... When I was little, was very different, I began to think about Christmas already the last day of November, but now I realize just a few days before.
I do not wonder much, for better or worse I think it is common to all ... It grows, it is taken from slightly more important issues of "what can I write in the letter to Santa Claus" and you lose a little of that magic that characterizes the holidays when you are still young and innocent;)

There However, a habit that I'm growing up, maybe a little for my addiction to chocolate, perhaps for the sake of tradition ... namely, the advent calendar!

And it is good to note that he is always the same! Ok, the picture on the cover changes every time, but the designs are always in each chocolate ones:) There is the spark plug first, then the two is the time of the airplane ... than anything else I've never figured out what to do with Christmas ... Then the snowman, and so on ...

I wonder if will ever change ... and sincerely hope not:)

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Narus Ignosi

Subtitle: Guh??

Lately I've been filling my idle moments by reading Danse Macabre by Stephen King, wisely consigliatomi by Jean Genie. I found particularly amusing the seventh chapter, devoted to "horror movies like crap." Between a laugh and bitch to the other, I come across this sentence:

"And we must not forget Swarm, swarm kills of Irwin Allen, and his full cast of familiar faces
. Here is a film that manages to do better than Prophecy:
appear to have been spent ninety-eight dollars, and it cost twelve million. "

Now imagine this scene. It is exactly what happened, but imagine it anyway. Laughing close the book of King. I see the TV Guide on the table. I wonder "I wonder what they do tonight?", Open it and - TADAAAAN - what I read for the evening of Thursday, August 2, 2007?
Ok, it was not Swarm, Swarm II was. Potentially even better, however, is not it? That is, if nine out of ten times the sequel to a film is good on the whole more enjoyable than syrup only from an outbreak of fever and a few other things, what could be the sequel to a film that he gets such a definition? WHAT?
I could just lose, so I tuned in last night. After five seconds I realized that I had a moral duty to share it with all of you who have not seen.
In the best tradition of the movie "popcorn yes, no brain," the film opens with a topical scene, the kind that you make it clear at once who are the ones to hate, even if you missed the first exchanges to go and get something to drink. A handful of white faces with ever-present threat charges pistolazze a tribal chief in Guatemala that seems stuffed. They want to know where a particular thing that could save humanity, but might also ordered to hell. What suspense, taking into account that the title of the first film was "the swarm that kills ... in short, is the classic scene of the Indian sage who tries to warn the West imbecile. Okay, we are often, but it marches on in this way? Hilarious, however the presence of an Indian chief translator - English, English - Indian chief. Especially because, when the super villain (Schroeder or something ... there must be an unwritten rule that if the villain has a vaguely Teutonic name, is not a real bad guy) takes a poor defenseless boy and the tip gun in his head to force the boss to please him (suspense, right?), spoke of a peasant village ... x responding in perfect English, "I'll take you." XDD But what the hell they wanted a translator if the Indians understood perfectly the language of the nasty?
follows a sequence from Indiana Jones of the poor, the educated Indian escort them into the jungle to a wonderful building that houses the Pandora's box. We still have two guinea pigs, because of the pitfalls, BUT the sinister plan of the port is nasty. We find them in fact to pay a truck driver and it gives a mysterious chest pass beyond the border with Mexico. The rugged truck driver, in addition to money, want absolutely to have a pendant of amber that the very bad Schroeder had cheated the Indian chief (which, being embalmed, could not recover). We know that the rude drivers are always very sensitive to the charm of the jewelry.
the border with Mexico finally come into play even good. Before him, after her. He is an entomologist (every time someone calls it so, someone else takes care to explain to the public that "entomologist" means "who studies the insects." Hey, we know! We are all Americans!), And is obviously very far from the Platonic idea of an entomologist who might have. Secchetto, glasses Filini ... no, no, 'I'm here is a piece of Marcantonio fashion, and his hands busy with the pictures to do is take the legs to the Snout. We see this attempt to run through the jungle as if it were an advertisement dell'Invicta. Then we discover that he was hired by the mayor of a Mexican citizen to prevent an outbreak of malaria (see, asshole? You see that entomologists have power?), And that's acted as if he had been chased by a pack of lionesses in reality was his way of monitoring the situation. If nothing else, we know that those biceps if he is not done by adjusting the microscope.
entomology (sorry, can not remember his name) is a friend of the local police chief, but not the mayor, the political representative of the classic slippery and small-minded. It 's true that the entomologist, with his magic act, he stopped the epidemic of malaria, but increased the number of mosquitoes, and this annoys people, ranging from the mayor to complain about (did not do wrong). The exchange between the two is worthy of comic

- Mayor, I had increase the number of mosquitoes to introduce a quantity that barren bla bla bla.
- OK, but now there are too many mosquitoes. How do we do?
- Bats eat mosquitos. We increase the number of bats.

These entomologists who know more of the devil! XD
mayor rightly sends him to hell and fires him.
We come to you of the film is a journalist who is following a trail of drug traffickers, and just happened on the trail is the same truck driver with a penchant for baubles . Too bad this truck driver, over the Mexican border, face an accident that the truck down. The policeman spoke to the load and take a look, no one knows why, feel the irrepressible need to open YOUR case that should not be opened. I mean, it was not the only one! Why That? However he does and opens a Pandora's box. The poor policeman dies, point to death by killer wasps that, now free, shaman do not know where to bring destruction. When the reporter arrives, can not help but report the loss. Fortunately for her love life to her appeal also runs the entomologist. And we know that a body full of bumps is ideal to make a spark.
In the case that had contained the wasp nest is left alone. The entomologist brings it home and started to learn it and - horror! - Referring to his friend, police officer concerned: "But these wasps can not be normal!"
Now, aside from a nest of wasps that I normal more than a big chest I have never seen - but I'm not un'entomologa, after all - I've never even seen a sting normal Bugnon like that can leave those who were on the corpse of the poor policeman slain by the screenwriters. Great golf balls more ... Once a wasp has stung me the finger and yes, I was swollen, but if I had swollen so much I would probably call an exorcist!
After the intuition that there are wonderful little creatures out of the norm in dance, the entomologist and the journalist begins to flirt and exchange information. But the sinister mayor, concerned only to win, does not accommodate the request of the entomologist wise to suspend the holiday season, that would bring tourists to the town. And just because the chief of police breaking balls, he decides to call reinforcements (whatever that means). Who we are facing? The vicious, they were not waiting to reappear on the scene to complete the second part of the plan. In disguise, they pretend to spray insecticides, but in practice attract Vespone (since it was discovered operating in Alien style, leaving the eggs inside the body of the poor who get caught. Eggs that would accrue until a new swarm, with a hole in the belly, make their way out. Other than the bite of the zombie ...) just on the crowd. It seems the disaster, because the journalist was stung, but our entomologist was not there. He was in a church listening to a priest blather of Cortez and a curse (what a surprise!) Which would explain why those wasps. The conditional use because it really did not understand the speech they did. But maybe it's because I am stuck in front of this box (it was more or less):

[the priest trinket the note of amber, in a roundabout way, has passed from the neck of the unfortunate truck driver to the entomologist]
Priest - Hey, but there is an inscription in Latin ...
Entomologist - Latin I with me the cable. It says ... Ignosi Narus. (NB "Ignosi" read English, with the separate G and N)
Priest - Ignosi Narus?
Entomologist - It means "black fire"

'I'm fucking.
Initially I had wondered why an Indian of Guatemala had a trinket with an incision in Latin (he does not know English and know the Latin?) . Then I realized that in fact the Latin had nothing to do with this film. Ignosi Narus is no longer Latin ghrlsubj grbishjgf. Good grief, there were two words, what could have cost the writer to open a Latin dictionary and copy right? You say that the effort to seek "Entomologist" sapped the will? Maybe.
Okay, in short, the vicious have found that the venom of the wasp can kill or make it immune to all diseases. Obviously, the highest percentage of those who remain, but instead want to find the lucky resist. And guess who is being teased and then manages to get up on your feet? But ceerto her journalist! So Schroeder kidnaps her and then orders his henchmen to kill the entomologist. What they can not do, of course, but there the hell do they send the good police chief. Ten to one that was a few days to retirement.
We reach the final in a cave in Center of the Earth, Schroeder led the good journalist does not quite know what to do, but he needs to take the wasp queen. The entomologist arrives, angry black. There is a struggle and manages to steal the box containing poor queen. Then the vile Schroeder holds a gun against the journalist, then reciting the usual monologue in which the bad guy exposes his crazy reasons, to allow the good to come up with phrases like "You ... you're crazy!" or something. Nobody stops to think that someone who is saying "This girl is a carrier, is the most precious thing in the world to me" do not shoot with that girl EVER, so that gun to his head should not make least afraid, but entomologists see further than the normal people. Search and rescue succeeds, even if beak a bullet on the arm (ah, the usual minor injuries that are so sexy!). Schroeder ends in flames and an invasion of friendly bats burst into the cave to feed on all the killer wasps. What funny guys!
It all seems resolved, MA ... The film ends in a circle, with a new bunch of nasty wasps that return to the search for killer in the same stretch of jungle of Guatemala. Note the detail that someone - no one knows who, as the Indians are afraid to approach that place - he rearranged the traps. Perhaps it was the
Ignosi Narus, whatever it is.

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October 9, 1963, at 22:39

Maybe the date did not tell you much. We know that the dates are quite ostiche to remember. Then I will tell you a name. Just one. Vajont.
At this point, if you live on planet Earth, you should have remembered a lot more. On the
Vajont always enjoy going back, so any excuse is good. Beyond that is a goal that everyone who lives around here should see at least once in their lives, the place is very beautiful and evocative. The gorge carved by the river is something spectacular. Unfortunately for you should take it properly or fly or climb over the dam, which is not always possible, but even walking beside you proceed along the plant As you can imagine is breathtaking. And the vision of Spar (Spar of what remains of the old, more than anything else) adds the sublime to the sublime.
But the thing that strikes more than anything else on the Vajont, is the silence that pervades the area. As if the day the noise of the landslide has been exaggerated so that now, for centuries, you will not hear much more noise. Countries perched high above the dam, are alive, but almost did not appear. Walking through their streets is like venturing into a ghost town. The people who wanted to (strongly) to recover their land are not many. And I do not feel much of blaming others. Some have thought that it was not bearable to watch every day to the point on Earth from which he had thrown all their tragedy. Others, more prosaically, perhaps did not even have no home to return to. The story
Vajont, thanks to the work of artists such as Marco Paolini and - recently - thanks to a film (released but not in Italy, as far as I know. And I do not understand why), after nearly forty years has enjoyed a small flap: Clearly, as the protagonists of the tragedy are poor, mountain, small villages before then anonymous, and instead antagonists are powerful bodies such as Enel and the State, it was not a limelight to great effect , as would have been right. What should we do, so he travels the world, or at least Italy, please. We just have to tell the story whenever we can. The true story, of course. Not that that for forty years have passed off as truth.
Then, as the story begins?
One day, a company called Hydro EDIS decides he wants to build a plant in the valley, making the gorge that the river Vajont centuries had patiently dug. The location is ideal, in some respects: the strategic position to collect a large volume of water to be kept as "reserve" for reuse in times of drought the Piave, thus to other facilities scattered around the area of work ( and then the energy to be distributed. And to earn the EDIS). The mountains (the Skip and the infamous Toc) create a bottleneck at one point that seems made to be closed by a dam. As for the land to be expropriated, is a land of mountains, poor, which can be bought for a song. Who cares if the mountain people live there with those lands. They are mountain people, who if they ever yarn?
the EDIS import these characteristics, and then the dam begins and in no time is already on, gorgeous. The problem is that the Toc upstream dam that really do not want it. The water of the mountain, absolutely unfit to get your feet wet, start to dig into the rock, to infiltrate, to soak it, get it rot inside. They start the explosions deaf, earthquakes, Preliminary small landslides. The mountain is complaining, warning that something is wrong. But the EDIS wants to sell a plant tested and working, and will be undeterred in his work. Then came October 9. At 22:39 the Toc collapses. A huge slice of the mountains, with woods, pastures and land, a huge M plunges unfortunately in the lake. M's death, unfortunately. Damage to Erto Casso and the two countries that were above the lake and struggled for years - unheard - to avert that catastrophe. But most damage to Spar, the town that stood at the foot of the gorge Vajont that, unaware of everything that night is first blown away by the air generated by the wave that ran against her in the throat, and then literally canceled by the wave itself.
The result? More than two thousand dead.
The result? This:
Photo 1 Photo 2

Please note that the entire M could not be photographed because they are too big to enter the lens. And to be grasped at a glance.
Please note that that mass of land that you see over the edge of the dam at that point is in one of his depressions: the landslide that fills the tank Vajont is so huge that in some respects almost cover the view of the mountain peak behind. Photo 3

As the depth of the dam ... just to give you an idea:
Photo 4
This is the lowest level that reaches the earth of the landslide. Photo 5

This is the dam in its entirety. The point that you see in the other picture is more or less just below the first "frame" from above.

The marks left by the dam to the two countries of the mountain are mostly in the heart of the disaster who lived it. Steep and Casso in the disaster, were somewhat protected and saved from the same mountain that fed them since they had emerged: the first was flown over by the wave, which then hit him from above, but not 'dragged her away. The second was saved by a rock against which water sollevatasi against him ran into, losing power. Many houses, then presumably have been rebuilt and now the little villages also appear attractive and distinctive. The sight of Casso, for example, is very nice:

Photo 6 Photo 7
however - especially the Ertan - did not want to erase everything. The signs that remain of what was done there, they seem to be saying this with their decision to build the new town at the top, and leave the old with the same scars that were inflicted at the time.
Photo 8 Photo 9

Photo 10

Close This two photos, taken in that Erto, where lives a gentleman named Mauro Corona, author of several books and much loved and known, at least in these parts. No one better than him and those who, with stubbornness and tenacity, he took back what was taken away from them, and they never wanted to forget the truth.
Photo 11 Photo 12

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There are no words

This is what my sucecsso mammetta! It's nothing serious but it says soooooo long ... The
Mammetta (69enne, in excellent health and fully self-sufficient) has been operated for a total right hip prosthesis March 20, 2007 at the ' Gaetano Pini Institute in Milan. Following the intervention was then transferred to the rehabilitation center at the same Institute Gaetano Pini, from which was then discharged with a positive prognosis April 17, 2007. At the next check was the green light to start loading the limb moderately / quote: half load with two crutches). On May 17, during a visit to check id, a guy who is not what has made the diagnosis a moderate sinking of the stem of the prosthesis. During the visit they treated like shit, scared by the prospect of a new intervention and blaming the incident because "it loads too soon." Mammetta the objection, saying that the physical therapist had told her to do so, the guy has dotamente argued: "The physical therapist is the therapist, but we are the surgeon".
MA dickhead!! among yourselves if you do not speak the same structure pararvi ass try blaming the patient??
Oh well ... after this has been postponed to a later inspection June 20, 2007 Board, meanwhile, physical therapy for joint mobilization and muscle recovery and complete unloading of the limb in question. Ale ... she lives 20 km away from me and then messes up and down fees and expenses, of course, the cost of buying more physiotherapist wheelchair. Yes, because the perspective was that of having to use a lot of time and rental would be more expensive purchase! Today (June 20, 2007) we go to check-in Milan (note: Gaetano Pini is in the ass to the wolves to park and you have to slide the blood). We made an appointment directly with the surgeon who did the surgery. The appointment was at 13.30. To 14:30 tell us that the guy did not appear and was not even available on the cell. Will certainly have had his good reasons for not even bothering to inform and not to say anything but if the incident happened to be at least wish him to fuck gonorrhea! However, the poor man was on duty visits to shoulder it all taxpayers anal awaiting patients as Indian cows. Arriva our turn. Dr look at the plates, see Mammetta with a question mark stamped on his forehead and asked why it is in a wheelchair. We explain what happened. He reads the previous report, see the nurse for 5 long seconds and then as a new Jesus Christ said: "Madam, get up and chimneys!" . But that nasty Pig ... for him everything is ok. In fact the port mammetta next Saturday in South Tyrol and zampettante happy and blessed with one crutch! This, as said before, maybe it's a misunderstanding or perhaps it is the result of internal disputes or jealousy, because there will never know! But if it was a serious disease with life-threatening??

Just out of curiosity I did a search. Following links to articles and surveys of consumer associations: Read about what makes us the figure blasonatissimo Gaetano Pini!

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Incipit

The goal of the week was seeing a television episode of Garo . The other Tuesday I was so clever to get nervous for the signal to noise of MTV just in time to turn off the receiver at time x, then it was already a matter of principle.
Well, today I saw it. In light of all I would say that is a good reason to talk about something else.

(Seriously, the episode tonight had the side effect of me find another excuse not to go to the streets in the tobacco shop to buy a new battery for the clock, I was discharged.
condolences for the joke effect of the protagonist:
"I do not care about that girl, for me it's just bait. When you do not serve me more, I'll kill her"
Aah, I feel the effect Gankutsuou. Amico Japanese, not to promise things that you'll never be able to maintain ... T_T)

(However on the honor of the writers. I think no one has ever succeeded in making threatening an accessory like the clock ...)

In other news, I would suggest that other tests, which unfortunately I can not remember where I saw it. Oh well, not really a test.

(Gah, another joke era.
Bad - Why fight for the humans?
Good - Because they deserve it after all. And I believe in them.
I do not lose hope, someday, to hear a response Gender:
Good - Humans, and who fucks them? To me you're on the balls. Die!)

However, I said, not really a test. I do not even know what to call it ... say, a literary stance. It is simply to reveal to the world of our titles five favorite books, accompanied by incipit. Yes, it's totally useless. But it does seem so intellectual-chic. And at most you can recommend some good books. The securities are not in order of choice, but availability on the shelves (and for some, I'll recycle them caving, I'm afraid ...).

1. The Name of the Rose, U. Echo ("In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, the Word was God This was in the beginning with God and the responsibility of Monaco faithful would repeat every day with chanting humility unicoimmodificabile the event that you can assert The incontrovertible truth ").

2. Demian, H. Hesse ("For tell my story I have to start from the beginning far. If I could, I should materials much earlier, up to the earliest years of my childhood, and later still in the distance of my home ").

3. The Count of Monte Cristo, by A. Dumas (" The 24 February 1815 the look of the Madonna della Guardia signaled the three-masted ship Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste and Naples. As usual, a coastal pilot immediately departed from the port, along the Castle d'If, and boarded the ship from the head of Morgion and the Island of Rion).

4. (This is a symbolic presence for the entire production of this author) Lepidezze postribolari or Populorum Progressio , D. Luttazzi ("Once, by mistake, I entered the room of my aunts and uncles while they were having sex. You should see my face in surprise video").

5. This is not present: Tell me, O Muse, of the hero multiforme, that both / wandered, after which destroyed the sacred citadel of Troy / cities of many men saw and knew the thoughts, / many pains he suffered in the soul of the sea his / to buy him his life and return to his companions. (Ok, the translation of the Mondadori sucks. "Hero multiform"? So Ulysses seems one of the X-Men ... read "multifaceted," translates as "cunning", please)

Oh, there would be another that remained outside the group but would like to quote the same.
Out of Competition - The Bible , AAVV ("In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the abyss, and the God's spirit hovered over the water ").

Obviously I'm kidding.

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hanged in a varicose vein

We are accustomed to imagine the world of ancient Greece as being extremely rational and orderly. A sort of golden age where everything worked well, or at least better than today, where everything was functional purpose. Small size and possibility of direct action for citizens, for us inhabitants of modern states seem guaranteed Paradise. Nothing but endless bureaucracy to us hear the few times that we need to make us feel.
Nonnno. We must learn it, the Greek history, to discover that it was not the case. Well, a kind of curse must be linked to Western political systems (and possibly only). A sort of Murphy's Law: if something can be messed up, someone incasinerà. And so I found myself having to study more and more wild-eyed look with some details of the political life of an Athenian of the classical age, unable to believe what, exactly is the system that is commonly used as a model of virtue. So, to dispel this myth (there is always a sadistic, cynical pleasure in removing the myths consolidated let's say) I want to share with you the folly of the ancient Athenians. It may well be aware of us live in a less paranoid of them.

The Madness of the appointment of judges. Now, small general premises: in Athens there was a judiciary, any citizen could do the juror, provided they swear an oath and that was especially chosen for that day and that particular court. Once things were quite logical: the six thousand potential candidates, who first come first served. And since it was paid to exercise the function of an oath, you can imagine there was some crowd in front of the courts (yes, even in this country, around the world, apparently).
But there was one problem: the corruption (and this lesson, especially in Italy, we have learned very well). The jurors could be bribed to leave, and then had to find a way around the problem. Now, the most logical option would be to make the stricter controls, and to stiffen penalties for corruption (which were already quite strong, for that matter). But the Athenians, prey to paranoia and the sum of likely problems of digestion, a strategy which discouraged any fools to cheat because it was not foolproof, but it was too messy to convince anyone (apart from the scholar today ... XD ) to make sense of it. Let's see if you even arrive
at the bottom. Take it as a test of intelligence. XD

Ordunque, it all starts at dawn. At dawn, all citizens who had taken the oath is filed with the Court. The complex of the Court was ten entrances, one from each tribe, and there were ten baskets at each entrance, marked with ten letters of the alphabet, from A to K. Each juror had a sort of badge of his bronze, engraved with his name on a letter. Therefore, each juror should go to the entrance of his tribe and left his card in the basket that carried the same letter that there was engraved on it. We're still
? Well.
To check that it took place for the better there were ten officers. When all had entered, 'sti ten officers (each of which covers a port and its cargo baskets) to draw a card basket, for a total of ten each. These first hundred excerpts immediately became part of the jury, but not all. Everyone had to get up and take up the basket with the letter from which it was extracted and then make a play rather amusing. A provision of the courts were called kleroteria business: it was a few columns as high as a man with many cracks. A little 'as the cd today. These cracks were a measure of plaque. The ten extracts had put all the plates in the holes of kleroteria. These so it was a pipe that was filled in the case of black and white ball (the white balls were a fifth of black). In turn, a ball was sent down: if he was black, the owners of the first five tiles strung could take them back and go home because they had been discarded. If he was white, however, were jurors for the day, and so on, until it had gone all white balls.
It 'something that is much quiz Rete Quattro, but so be it. It must have been fun in some way.
Finally he had the required number of jurors for the day. But it's not over here, because Athens was not a single court, there was more than one. And then had to decide which jurors assign to which court.
After the first level the game, you get to the second: the various revenue courts (marked with letters from lamba onwards) had a color that sets them apart. Before this revenue was a basket containing the acorns with a letter engraved on. The jurors were taking it and went to a court corresponding to that letter that had caught. Then he handed his plate to an official, who shoved a container identified in the court which had been drawn and received by a public servant with a stick the color and the letter of the court by lot happened (needless to say that I I used the stick to make a killing dell'idiota who has invented all this mess). But as it seemed that the Athenians felt a certain lust for all 'sti exchange of gadgets and trinkets, once the jury entered the court was to deliver acorns and sticks, and received in exchange for another tag. I would be entered in court already pissed off like a snake, you do not know. I would be so hysterical that Bernard Gui was asked not to be judged by me. XD
Now you will say, well, at least it's over now. No, my little friends. Do you think that could be so "simple"? Because the jury had to choose between the controller of the hourglass, the counting of votes and the jurors that they would have to distribute the daily wages. And you think how you chose? Through direct appointment by the President of the Court? (Hysterical laughter in the background). Oh, and by the President of the Court ... Obviously that was raffled between the officials who controlled the process.
Good. You have arrived to the end? Bravo!
Now I do not know about you, but I thought of having to deal with almost daily this Ambaradan I spillovers of bile. I find it annoying that the system pefino numerino the counter of meats at the supermarket.
But all this has been educational in its way. From now on I do not complain more to the ranks to the post office *.


*: Unless the Post Office does not decide to have ten entrances, one from each tribe, with ten baskets at each marked with ten letters ecc.ecc.ecc.

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And there was light.

Well, it was about time. The date of birth of this LJ is a nice little 'time ago. But to remain in the metaphorical terms of delivery, it is as if I had thrown for a while 'in the incubator. It is not that the blog is a poor septet, I who am an unnatural mother. But you know, it always feels a kind of savage pleasure when you get a chance to create something new, so you do not think that maybe you do not have time to set up the new web space quietly.
But now, ashamed of this period of limbo, I leave the office, and so here I am writing-excited - the first post.
I feel a little 'guilty for not being able to give me a satisfactory description in your profile. Have patience, I have always been a disaster for self-evaluation. Also because they usually tend to fall for my potential talents, and I do not think that a description of me made by me would be able to entice that much, unless you love terms like "hysteria" and synonyms and derivatives. So, wandering here and there happily, I found - and stolen - something that could be quite useful to get an idea of who you are virtually in front. This personality test I pinched by LJ Lux Noblesse oblige. Now that I put the credits and I do not feel criminal, voila:

My Personality

Neuroticism	49
Extraversion	29
Openness To Experience	66
Agreeableness	1
Conscientiousness	61

You are introverted, reserved, and quiet with a preference for solitude and solitary activities. Your socializing tends to be restricted to a few close friends. Stressful and frustrating situations can be upsetting to you, but you are generally able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations. A desire for tradition does not prevent you from trying new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual. People see you as tough, critical, and uncompromising and you have less concern with others' needs than with your own. You are reasonably reliable, organized, and self-controlled.

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One last point: for me what '1% "Agreeableness" is a boast. Ad Maiora
XD!

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Program of the 2nd Meeting Shiatsu and Nature - The treatment of the 5 Elements

Saturday, 02/06/2007
9.30 Registration of Participants
10:00 to 10:30 Barbara Mirth: Introduction to the theme of the conference
10:30 to 11:00 Barbara Joy: Mu The Zone
11:15 to 12:00 Barbara Joy: Practical - Localization, "contact" and perception
14:00 to 14:30 Andrea Corciulo: Awakening of Qi - Taiji Quan exercises
14:30 to 15:30 Nicholas Spataro: The 5 Elements
15:45 to 16:45 Mauro Toselli : Mu Zone - Kyo and Jitsu: the technique of Masunaga
17:00 to 17:45 Practice: Experimentation Kyo and Jitsu


Sunday, 03/06/2007 10:00 to 11:30 Barbara Joy: Treatment Techniques - Demonstration and guided practice
- Posture possible position and receiver for processing coupled-meridian area
11:45 to 12:30 Mauro Toselli: The treatment of the 5 Elements
- Application of the concepts of Kyo / Jitsu theory and five elements in the preliminary assessment.
- Explanation of the sequence of treatment.
14:00 to 14:30 Andrea Corciulo: Revival of Qi - Taiji Quan exercises
14:30 to 15:30 The treatment of the 5 Elements: Deepening
15:45 to 17:45 The treatment of the 5 Elements: Guided Practice
exchange treatments with voice guidance for the sequence.
17:45 to 18:30 Roundtable

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Mstislav Rostropovich The news of his death touched me but I did not understand why ... Then I made 2 +2! On my iPod I have songs that I love deeply cello. I use them mostly as background for the treatments. well I checked the files and I found them to be performed by Mstislav Rostropovich. I touch the soul and in particular the Suite No. 1 in G major - BWV 1007 Prelude, not hide it, it touches me every time and it is not unusual to me and a tear to receiving suggestions. All my admiration, unaware before his death, and my gratitude to the Master. Thanks Of Heart

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Reflections on Energy

life in the broadest sense is a continuous interplay of Yin and Yang Qi is the energy of life in the absolute sense of the transcendent and Qi term in itself is still in its absoluteness is unmoved mover, divorced from the concepts of time and space. To experience the Qi we get in on the ground In this way we can experience the Qi in relation to our state, our perspective that makes visible the This Qi is then the variation between state material with ether These two states are respectively the Yin and the Yang So : Qi, Yin and Yang are the same thing

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Sunday evening at 21.00 ... I did the last practical examination: conduct of treatment.
It is practically the first host, the interview, the final treatment and advice on a receiver outside the school and under the supervision of the examiner.


Done that too!



Tonight dissertation!

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ssshhhh ....
do not tell anyone but ...
last night to night (I started at 23.00, after the lecture of 1 year professional)
I did the examination of localization of the points e. ..

I spent!





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