Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Crystal Trees Or Center Pieces



What a day of shit!
And no, just like the poo that were seen in cardboard Aral Sea, which was nice and upbeat as this image. This
I'm going through a really bad day.
Someone will think: "Bof is almost over ... come on!"
And I replicate "Bof ... I already know that tomorrow will be even worse ..."

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Techdecklive.com To Play

But I do not like anything?

I quote: "But there's something you like?"
The question, which sounded more like an exclamation (for splicing angry), I was asked during an evening, at least a couple of months ago, in a pizzeria with a few friends.
Some, in fact, because a pair of women, however, were unknown to me.
was one of the two, in fact, to ask me the question above.
Apparently, they did not know or hear this Piergiorgio (?!?!??), Carone had never seen, if not in the grip of a delirious fever, broadcasts or De Filippo De Filippi, or cut the head of the bull , wife of Constantius Show, is a big drawback.
So is not like, almost nothing, the Italian music of the last 20/25 years. It is also not having seen certain films (best drama) and Gabriel Garko and do not profess love football and Ferrari.
All this and much more, I make other people's eyes, an alien.
But even worse, make me a "by picky."
The classic pundit with toffee-nose (and, indeed, I feel a lot of stink seen my profile properly French), good only to criticize because now it is ascertained, is envious.
And if you can see complete strangers, think in famiglia, in casa mia.
Mia madre più volte me lo fa notare, che non mi va mai bene nulla. I miei fratelli sono, invece, un po' meno espliciti, ma i loro sguardi e le loro discussioni tagliate un po' d'improvviso, la dicono lunga.
Oltre ad avere un naso lungo, ho anche occhi grandi (tipo il lupo di Cappuccetto Rosso...e quello, si sa, la triste fine che fece).
E' un problema, lo è davvero. Perchè, almeno io, non mi sento proprio tutto questo snob. Non mi sento proprio il tipo che non s'adatta, che non inghiotte bocconi più o meno amari. Ed il boffare, tutto sommato, è abbastanza innocuo e pure poco rumoroso; è anche ecologico!
Quindi il problema there, and the problem is not around me because the problem is me. I do not belong, are not, however, the solution.
probably because, I have not yet completely clear the mind by certain preconceptions. Preconceptions that make me doubt, seriously, the intelligence of those who see reality and follows sensibly and talent show or who does not lose an opportunity to avoid going on Saturdays and Sundays, fashion clothes to take a stale appetizer advertised by a primate. I find
futility in these manifestations of social life.
I should, as it was in a little anecdote zen, empty my cup, my knowledge, my concepts, to open myself and assimilate the knowledge and the concept others.
I should learn to unlearn, as one of three professors who said, during my student life, taught me something more than a cold area; taught me to think.
Perhaps, alas, too well. Why have taught me to be an individual one, not many. To be a sentient and reasoning I. That doubts, to St. Thomas, the decisions taken by the mass, imposed tastes, styles.
styles that depart from human passions, but then, in general, men tend to divide rather than unite them and aggregate them.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Inderal With Provigil

Time passes like a bulldozer, the world and on my head


Time is tyrant.
And I think, automatically, the T-Rex that Porelli, they became extinct. But time, no, I will die.
If not when, the time will have run its course. And all or nothing, simply cease to exist. Ok ...
pseudo philosophical prefaces by appanzata meatballs aside, I realize to be a landslide in the total rationalization of my time.
fact, in my head, I have several projects to begin. Different goals to pursue. I speak of the common and usual profit and futile. How can this be the time to carve out my passions or my obligations.
Unfortunately, my limit, on weekdays I can only give me a bit 'of relaxing lettura serale.
Avrei da studiare, avrei da preparare una tesi, avrei da continuare a cercare un nuovo lavoro, ma proprio non ce la faccio a stare dietro a tutto.
Allora, come di consueto, scarico tutto sul tanto amato week-end, come se in queste 48 ore scarse di "libertà" potessi fare di tutto e di più.
Ed invece non è per nulla così. Mi ritrovo a recuperare un minimo le energie spese nella settimana, a volte non riesco a fare neanche quello ed all'inizio del bistrattato lunedì, sono più scarico di una batteria usata.
La verità, triste e atroce, è che non ho più le forze di una volta, non ho più la determinazione e abnegazione che proviene dalla rampante gioventù.
Quello I do, rightly or wrongly, I think more than sufficient. Yet I see, read, hear, super men and super women, who, at least in words, the most intense of my life.
And I wonder, legitimately, as we do it?
Am I a "Mandrone? One way too lazy to get tired easily? One who uses his free time to write shit on their blogs instead of writing a thesis for the master?
I think, wrongly, to have more time to recover, to do, so to speak.
presumptuous. Pecco concentration. I sin-esteem. Waste time in the sin ...