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!
http://www.partecipasalute.it/cms/?q=node/535
http://www.altroconsumo.it/map/show/12240/src/141143.htm
http: / / www.altroconsumo.it/map/src/146503.htm
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Spirit Stuff For Competition
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.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Cubase Installer Para Mac
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Vincenzo Bernardelli Model 60
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
One last point: for me what '1% "Agreeableness" is a boast. Ad Maiora
XD!
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
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| 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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