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(and no, I do not mind a pound. Yes, smart ass.)
Thursday, April 6, 2006
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
Cost Of Having A Car Ontario
You can not escape the math.
ratio balls / dickheads is always two to one, except malformations (or unfortunate accidents).
It follows that the center will win with 66.6% of the vote.
And without surveys or creams evolving!
ratio balls / dickheads is always two to one, except malformations (or unfortunate accidents).
It follows that the center will win with 66.6% of the vote.
And without surveys or creams evolving!
Wikipedia Brazilian Waxing
Foolish!
last frontier of political marketing: insult those who do not vote.
last frontier of political marketing: insult those who do not vote.
Saturday, April 1, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Camila Rodriguez Tran
Today, for the first time in my life, I sawed a tree.
A medlar, namely, that grew in my terrace by BOH, fifteen years.
I had to do it in a few days, rain and cold weather permitting, we will do the work and the tree was so large, suffocated in his vessel, we would not be able to move out of the house (down three flights of stairs with no lift, onwards).
to dismantle and reduce to some bundle of leaves, half green and half yellow and a bit of kindling fifteen years of work, it took ten minutes. I'm almost disappointed.
Sure, he has resisted: the green wood (wood is good, the scent of green) is flexible, elastic, saturated with humor, knead the saw blade (Sandvik, Sweden, I would think an IKEA on the contrary, or Swedish conspiracy that makes us dismantle and assemble furniture mountable trees, but the Swedes beyond Surstromming are not capable of cruelty), sawdust, blown by the wind, it gets in your eyes, but in ten minutes I finished the same. He also
fruit, medlar little guy, but sweet, and it was a struggle with the blackbirds that - in the right season, is affixed to the neighboring antennas and - wham - in seconds you leave the orange peel and seeds, brown, glossy, pecking the flesh with incredible precision. But a dozen medlar every year there are the meals.
This tree has survived my mother, and some medlar has split with the L, a small woman simpatcissima and always dressed in black, four feet high (without his mustache, of course) who came to assist with the last weeks of his illness, which sometimes, in the pauses of the work I was going to smoke a sigarettina on the terrace (I mine, her her, of course, that Linda always made me goggle).
do not know why I cut today, perhaps because it had to be done, because I sorry to see him still there, same as always, postponing from day to day (it's cold, probably the builders will not be this week, it will rain, you can not lay concrete or tile when it rains). Maybe because I have anything to reproach myself with, or bring to bear to someone else.
Because when, by accident or design, from small disappointments to someone and there remains bad, when something like references illudessi if you always have a second chance, I take what is called here the Morbin, the inability to stand still, between the nervous and angry, need, almost physical, to do something.
A bit like when you get an injection. Think: close eyes, hold your breath, relax, it does not hurt.
It does not hurt.
It does not hurt.
Monday, March 6, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Gold Desert Eagles For Sale
Just menate!
We are so much the "ciucciami cock" advocated by Daniele Luttazzi.
(But what was in short, smooth whiskey?)
We are so much the "ciucciami cock" advocated by Daniele Luttazzi.
(But what was in short, smooth whiskey?)
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Aminophylline More Drug_uses
E? Sol Lesser, the sky is G minor!
(Brief notes on "Bukkake" Casto Immanuel .)
Much is said in the Blogosphere this song seemingly miraculous .
look at the album cover, the title "Deflorata ', the artist pale, emaciated, lying apparently lifeless in the bathtub. A hairdryer for a few euro a tool of murder / suicide purifier, the representation of the end post, almost ironically, right there, where the album starts. Decadent
of way? Maybe, but only to be satisfied that the superficial first impression. We understand however that the life of this young artist - unusually modest and self-park in time, favoring the appearance than do - but his background includes a milieu full of incredibly visual arts, theater, Situationist, performance, communication.
Let's listen. It is obvious in the first instance, the deep timbre and sensual, it calls to mind the David Sylvian of better times, are never too regrets Japan. (We recommend, he commands the cover of the immortal "Army of Me" the diva Bjork, the former "Voyeur" (2004)).
The production is impeccable strings and ethnic percussion blend with the electronics: it captures the unmistakable bass of the TS-808, echoes of clavinet: thirty years of music condensed into a few minutes mad passion. The treatment of high noise level, the image is clear and well defined bass frequencies take the stomach.
The question is whether the self-produced recordings so we can give, be able to do what this young artist when (because it is not an if but a when we speak, we are sure) will be given by a lit major at hands of a skillful writer?
pause for a moment, last thing on vocals: sixth impertinent, he quotes the learned Sasaki , but we want to detect, even in the elaborate harmonies short form, almost warbling, the female counterpart, including augmented fourth, fifth, sixth.
A reminder, of course, the popular vocal tradition of the Balkans (think for example of the evolution - literally - acrobatic of traditional Bulgarian vocals, with jumps of sixth, ninth and eleventh on a rhythm in compound time, or to find out multivoice Mongolian fatteci never too praised by a Demetrio Stratos), an exotic and never performed a technique commonly, but increasingly internalized and replicated by the way, in elaborating a sound plot never heard before.
For now we can say only this: will the summer song, the album of the year , perhaps, but for us it is more: such talent can not, must not be overlooked.
Here we stop. The truth is right to acknowledge also because the case is rare, is one:
There is too much art in Bukkake for a single review.
(Brief notes on "Bukkake" Casto Immanuel .)
Much is said in the Blogosphere this song seemingly miraculous .
look at the album cover, the title "Deflorata ', the artist pale, emaciated, lying apparently lifeless in the bathtub. A hairdryer for a few euro a tool of murder / suicide purifier, the representation of the end post, almost ironically, right there, where the album starts. Decadent
of way? Maybe, but only to be satisfied that the superficial first impression. We understand however that the life of this young artist - unusually modest and self-park in time, favoring the appearance than do - but his background includes a milieu full of incredibly visual arts, theater, Situationist, performance, communication.
Let's listen. It is obvious in the first instance, the deep timbre and sensual, it calls to mind the David Sylvian of better times, are never too regrets Japan. (We recommend, he commands the cover of the immortal "Army of Me" the diva Bjork, the former "Voyeur" (2004)).
The production is impeccable strings and ethnic percussion blend with the electronics: it captures the unmistakable bass of the TS-808, echoes of clavinet: thirty years of music condensed into a few minutes mad passion. The treatment of high noise level, the image is clear and well defined bass frequencies take the stomach.
The question is whether the self-produced recordings so we can give, be able to do what this young artist when (because it is not an if but a when we speak, we are sure) will be given by a lit major at hands of a skillful writer?
pause for a moment, last thing on vocals: sixth impertinent, he quotes the learned Sasaki , but we want to detect, even in the elaborate harmonies short form, almost warbling, the female counterpart, including augmented fourth, fifth, sixth.
A reminder, of course, the popular vocal tradition of the Balkans (think for example of the evolution - literally - acrobatic of traditional Bulgarian vocals, with jumps of sixth, ninth and eleventh on a rhythm in compound time, or to find out multivoice Mongolian fatteci never too praised by a Demetrio Stratos), an exotic and never performed a technique commonly, but increasingly internalized and replicated by the way, in elaborating a sound plot never heard before.
For now we can say only this: will the summer song, the album of the year , perhaps, but for us it is more: such talent can not, must not be overlooked.
Here we stop. The truth is right to acknowledge also because the case is rare, is one:
There is too much art in Bukkake for a single review.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Carlo Carbiano Pizza Crust
treasures of art (in 104 cases per week)
Perle unexpected lie in hidden corners of Italian art cities.
treasures that the world envies.
Perle unexpected lie in hidden corners of Italian art cities.
treasures that the world envies.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Pet Platypuses For Sale
Agliana (almost Montale)
L ' hendecasyllable ultimately feel better than you listen every day at 14.25 on RAI-3: "Let's take a look at the weather on the coast."
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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