No news, good news!
Spurred by a blogger whom I will not name (for convenience we will call Valeriasprona)'m here to give you details.
That is, the return to a deserted Rome burning and it was tough, but enjoyable.
I found waiting for an empty house that initially appeared to reject me (that's why I spent most of the day out, not to mention the nights), but it slowly improves, and I try to put everything in perspective. Moving objects, Modifying it is a lack of respect: the house will be for a while, 'my house, el' only way to convince good (and also live with the memory of JJ) is not making a mausoleum. This does not mean I'm a lot more behind the plants on the balcony now that she is not there when he was here to "remember" to do so lovingly. Then my care that they do not have much success is a different kettle of fish (I think with the climate of 'last week, the only plants with a certain life expectancy are the cactus on the balcony).
's other big news is that I weighed, and I finally learned how fat I carry him. Now, I will not tell the exact number, but we say that weight less than T-Bone Galeazzi, but more than Kate Moss, in fact, put it this way, weighing more than Kate and not much less than Giampiero. For this is the shot 'operation diet. In one week I lost three pounds, but also a lot to put in a good mood at the table, given the constant presence of the same social and ricotta bresaole! The 'other diet-related problem is that I'm passing out to buy a kilo of vegetables I use to fill my poor stomach. But I became an expert in the selection and cleaning of the vegetables themselves ... and I understand why the beans already cost clean much more than others!
At work things are going, I expect a Black September, including state exams, presentations at conferences, study for 'examination PhD and subjects to be tested. But as rightly pointed out to me a friend, there is really to complain when one has nothing to do, because it means that the prospects are less rosy.
Meanwhile I saw a girl I had started dating before the summer break. Things are going well, and I would say that the story is now declassified by the "intrigues" to enter the magical world of stories series. " This thing scares me a bit ', because I was used to avoid bad feelings. But it is also true that nothing ventured nothing gained, and she I do have thoughts that I had for a long time. One of them came to my mind the 'other night in the car, back from Ostia. We were on the back seat, and at one point she was ranicchiata on me and fell asleep. I came to think that for a man "big" like me it's nice to have a girlfriend "baby" (she is) because it is as if this could make sense of our size, we are large to accommodate her, comfort. And on that note
kiss from Perugia greet you and embrace you. I just hope not to pass another twenty days!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
How Many Calories Dies Vegetable Stir Fry Have
L 'Argentario, the controversies and the summer Ficamaschia
I have to admit. This year I did a fifty-year holiday. And I already went Luxury making them. My meager finances and September waiting for me (very busy, almost billionaire commitments) I have not a little limited. Fortunately, there are friends, even those who speak little but then they do a lot, and realize that maybe take a week at sea to their house to make you forget a little 'sadness and fear of the future is the best thing you can do for you . But holidays were fifty! We've been home three nights out of six, and the outputs have been very moderate, consisting mainly of long walks on the seafront of Porto Santo Stefano and Porto Ercole, with a stake in Capalbio half crazy, and a day in Montalcino, Brunello in search of . Almost gourmet holiday I would say, given the amount of festivals visit. But the
'Argentario is a wonderful place, a place where the mountains, also quite rough, marry beautifully with the sea, Mr. Sea, offering views like these.
and coves like this one.
Or this.
Then I come back, and I find bread for my teeth, with the controversy on the teachers of religion and the abortion pill.
The first topic I do not even pronounce. I would say that the 'anomaly in the fact that people were selected by the curia entered on the merits with regard to the opinion that a board of public school teachers expressed on a student.
In the second case I think the 'intervention is more precious than the beautiful Minister Gasparri, always ready to give us new pearls. The minister maintains that the Italian Drug Agency has no authority to rule on 'effectiveness and on the' use of a drug because it has no "democratic legitimacy". This paper is valuable because it brings to light the results perfectly democracy that we are experiencing right now. This result is called "populism" and designates 's such a system in which the popular legitimacy' s all that matters in giving opinions not only moral but also scientific, ethical or aesthetic or on any topic. What we forget is that even if the 'whole world's population claimed that the' water is composed of a single molecule of hydrogen and one oxygen, the 'water is always composed of two hydrogen molecules and one oxygen, there are cocks. Then the Minister Gasparri has every right to criticize the rules for 'use of RU-486, but, though democratically elected parliament, has no title, being a journalist [sic] to make scientific judgments about a drug .
And here I close.
Ficamaschia And, you say!
Here, I say!
I have to admit. This year I did a fifty-year holiday. And I already went Luxury making them. My meager finances and September waiting for me (very busy, almost billionaire commitments) I have not a little limited. Fortunately, there are friends, even those who speak little but then they do a lot, and realize that maybe take a week at sea to their house to make you forget a little 'sadness and fear of the future is the best thing you can do for you . But holidays were fifty! We've been home three nights out of six, and the outputs have been very moderate, consisting mainly of long walks on the seafront of Porto Santo Stefano and Porto Ercole, with a stake in Capalbio half crazy, and a day in Montalcino, Brunello in search of . Almost gourmet holiday I would say, given the amount of festivals visit. But the
'Argentario is a wonderful place, a place where the mountains, also quite rough, marry beautifully with the sea, Mr. Sea, offering views like these.
and coves like this one.
Or this.
Then I come back, and I find bread for my teeth, with the controversy on the teachers of religion and the abortion pill.
The first topic I do not even pronounce. I would say that the 'anomaly in the fact that people were selected by the curia entered on the merits with regard to the opinion that a board of public school teachers expressed on a student.
In the second case I think the 'intervention is more precious than the beautiful Minister Gasparri, always ready to give us new pearls. The minister maintains that the Italian Drug Agency has no authority to rule on 'effectiveness and on the' use of a drug because it has no "democratic legitimacy". This paper is valuable because it brings to light the results perfectly democracy that we are experiencing right now. This result is called "populism" and designates 's such a system in which the popular legitimacy' s all that matters in giving opinions not only moral but also scientific, ethical or aesthetic or on any topic. What we forget is that even if the 'whole world's population claimed that the' water is composed of a single molecule of hydrogen and one oxygen, the 'water is always composed of two hydrogen molecules and one oxygen, there are cocks. Then the Minister Gasparri has every right to criticize the rules for 'use of RU-486, but, though democratically elected parliament, has no title, being a journalist [sic] to make scientific judgments about a drug .
And here I close.
Ficamaschia And, you say!
Here, I say!
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Sample Welcome To A Program
Places' s soul and roads
These days, accomplice 'mood a bit' sad and long summer afternoons by fill, I have given to my personal Proustian Recherche. After having thrown
shit for years over Spoleto and the places where I spent the 'last childhood and preadolescence, I came to the conclusion that, despite all the limitations that this country is my home. Or rather it is the place where, above all else, I feel at home.
E 'is not just a matter of "family". Of course, we are still here, my parents and my brothers and the people I most frequented in the past. But not only that. It 'just the geography of these places that makes me feel at home.
The gentle slopes covered with olive trees, the highest peaks covered with green, the dirt roads that lead nowhere.
Here, especially the roads near my house makes me realize that I'm finally back.
The same roads that between nine and thirteen years I have traveled far and wide, exploring the way down, following all the streams to the tops of the hills, the valleys, abandoned houses, clearings. Proust had
Magdalens, I have the roads. But the 'effect is the same. All it took was to follow in those little dirt roads, to immediately return the child, with the ability to imagine that at the end of that road, who knows what there was.
These days, accomplice 'mood a bit' sad and long summer afternoons by fill, I have given to my personal Proustian Recherche. After having thrown
shit for years over Spoleto and the places where I spent the 'last childhood and preadolescence, I came to the conclusion that, despite all the limitations that this country is my home. Or rather it is the place where, above all else, I feel at home.
E 'is not just a matter of "family". Of course, we are still here, my parents and my brothers and the people I most frequented in the past. But not only that. It 'just the geography of these places that makes me feel at home.
The gentle slopes covered with olive trees, the highest peaks covered with green, the dirt roads that lead nowhere.
Here, especially the roads near my house makes me realize that I'm finally back.
The same roads that between nine and thirteen years I have traveled far and wide, exploring the way down, following all the streams to the tops of the hills, the valleys, abandoned houses, clearings. Proust had
Magdalens, I have the roads. But the 'effect is the same. All it took was to follow in those little dirt roads, to immediately return the child, with the ability to imagine that at the end of that road, who knows what there was.
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