Monday, December 27, 2010

Bath Mat Reglazed Tub

Adrift: Parks and Gardens 1 / 3 - How to delete



A more or less regular intervals, Milan notices of bad breath: sophisticated detectors (or detectors?) Of fine particles and other amenities warned by the editors of newspapers regardless of thresholds above even as Mexico City have been exceeded.
An alarm periodically screamed that adds little or nothing to their humble insights. Given that attach to an exhaust pipe is intuitively harmful, having thousands around you will not do too well.
mayor turn makes a couple of wait-statements, and if you are really in bad shape, index antics like walking on Sunday, an initiative that prevents you from taking the car in the one day that could you to circulate, while leaving plenty of time to 1) hate taxi drivers over the first 2) to discover that means there's too late with the roads clear of 3) is still likely to be invested in one of the many bike with very special permission to move vehicles that seem to have all but you.
powders still horrible idea to go back in a few hours and then start again.
The discussion then moves on the green (according to a unique theory that sees the trees as the mangiasmog provided and watered by Mother Nature herself) and I swear I remember a mayor or councilor to bring out some some studies for which, among European cities, Milan has one of the highest ratios of green in the urban area.
difficult to say what green has been counted - even if it falls within the red light or poor samples of carpet or indoor soccer fields or the five euro - the fact is that anyone living in Milan, we can not believe that his intelligence insulted.
If you have doubts, an aerial view of the city - climb up, rented a hot air balloon or infiltrate into the new building in the region - fugherà them. What they see eagles and antennas is nothing but a huge building that has paciugo the bombing as an excuse and as the predominant gray pigeon. The
mangy parks jostle to be seen, surrounded by cranes and the parables and the penthouses of the councilors who talk shit. A further
to clip all their enthusiasm, it was thought to delete them, fencing, packaging and, at worst, give them names new unlikely heroes come to meet revisionist and presumptuous to believe that it means to administer a city to change the names to things and put in place a Christmas tree taller than the year before.
Here is a check for Sergio Ramelli park, gardens and even the gardens Indro Montanelli Quattrocchi (not the Smurf, but the mercenary killed after telling a joke written by Totti maybe that made me feel so proud of the paramilitaries the peninsula. So yes, the puff) and one dedicated to Oriana Fallaci (the consolation of course is to bring any quadruped to cagarci above). And while some
baptisms took on such additional measures as to cancel exactly (it is remarkable that put deleted become so easily erase ) of key points of the free life of the city.
That is, over all, and the Parco Sempione Piazza Vetra (or Park of the basilicas, but no one has ever called it that).
Two key cases in the recent history of the sinking of Milan - because in the nineties were two of the greatest aggregation points uncontrolled for most of the students from Milan and not only.
The first, which extends from the Sforzesco Castle Arch of Peace, hosted a daily streams of daring youngsters, bigianti, thinking, smoking.
Inevitably, the result, a large group of drug dealers hiding behind the bushes by the classic fumacci pitch (remember, even 15 year old, I went to buy from a group of Moroccans who did nothing but play frisbee, and when c 'request was simply throwing the frisbee key to the bush - and who was returning to retrieve the frisbee fumaccio below. were I caught a few hours later, but the plan was laudable).
I thought the center of the world, a place from which to start riots and descended into hell; where growing up and making mistakes and give kisses and take risks and give punches. From the outside, in the eyes of those who were already great, would seem a rather large garden in which he had become more complicated to go pee the dog - because it was full of kids lying down and niggas shady. It would have been sufficient to take matters in hand, make distinctions and controls to prevent the situation from degenerating or that serious crime sneaks a deeper level, would be enough to act with restraint and severity, allowing many to remain first and foremost a place to feel the their city. But
.
There was a rain of cameras, gates and police, and almost overnight became Parco Sempione a place to avoid like the office of the dean. Same fate had
Piazza Vetra, who shared similar problems with the Simplon and vitality. In the latter case, given the small size of the actual lawn area, the gates seemed - and still seem to be - an affront to freedom of movement (not that of dogs and their masters, now the undisputed kings of every garden in Milan) and common sense.
goes without saying that nothing has changed in the quantity of drugs within the city limits in the last ten years, fifteen out of the parks do not even have to follow the frisbee for a bit 'of cocaine, which drug is better with the' asphalt and that for many known reasons and does not even have all this need not be seen.
Closes the unenviable review of parks and gardens that just closed in the evening, put the garden of Viale Montenero - in spite of the pitiful protagonist clashes of the last municipal year. The story is a key example of the recent bad trend in Milan: a bar that happens among many, years ago, decides to put the beer in three euro - which is an event in Milan - on Wednesday. The voice turns, people come and crowded in front of meadow (see post at the beginning of period photos picked up on the network). Meanwhile, the bid lapses, but people do not realize it and call each other. In short, thanks to a furious buzz and an obvious need to feel-in-a-half-many-people-who-drink-for-not-be-alone, the garden is the place every Wednesday of a huge people without ideas and without guilt. A kind of gigantic range in which to roam a small group to another with beer in hand or stay on the sidelines waiting for someone to pretend.
Wednesday after Wednesday, that's their way to the usual script: the young men make noise, the young men throwing bottles on the floor, the young men organized themselves and bring their beer at home rather than buy them in the bar above or in exercises with neighboring apparent failure to gain the economy of the area.
And they began raids and ambushes of vigilaglie polizieidi and assorted.
Nobody seemed to notice the benefits of the situation, the fact that thousands of people gather ogni mercoledì in un posto senza nessun apparente motivo - un fenomeno che si poteva con intelligenza (o con malignità, a seconda del soggetto) trasformare in qualcosaltro con sforzo minimo, un migliaio di persone e più al quale si poteva dare un motivo .
Macché. Un bel giorno si decide di cancellare il giardino, iperbole con cui si cerca di descrivere una sorta di isola di traffico con sopra un totale di forse duecentomila fili d'erba e dieci alberi dieci.
Un paio di settimane di proteste, qualche sit-in e poi le ruspe - ma in fondo era difficile unire in una lotta gente a caso che si ritrovava lì solo a bere, a condividere solitudini e avverbi di circostanza e una legittima voglia di stare all'aperto con altri simili.
A green gate - to bring it within the statement referred to above - that runs through the poles with sharp as bayonets, and so close to each other to see just let the rest of the gate (which is like eight feet away) . Who
along today without knowing the story behind it, believes that among the four blades of grass there is a treasure, a treasure to keep safe when the night comes and bandits roam.
Then, when everything was over and the youths were dispersed again with success, the coup de theater, the last of the rabble who insult directs this bleak suburb, the demonstration that even if it remained closed for a year in an elevator with any them I could only reach a shared truth.
That is, again, the name - how to claim preferred by the barbarians without history.
not know who has brought in Milan and I do not know how many know it, but now that cagatoio for dogs fought to the youths who had simply found a way to find where that is not facebook, the conquest of new citizens and their accomplices called dormant Park of the Berlin Wall, or better yet Gardens 9 November 1989.
Ok. Please let me out of the elevator.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Where Can I Buy Dental Implant Insurance

Adrift - Phone Center Integration or unsafe





Among the many small and great fears that affect this country, has issued in recent years for lack Decree Pisanu - che costringe chiunque decida di offrire una connessione wi-fi a
1) chiedere il permesso al questore
2) chiedere i documenti a chiunque vi si colleghi
3) documentare su un apposito registro tutti i movimenti e i siti visitati da ciascuno dei fruitori
4) conservare detto registro fino a più infinito per eventuali controlli.
Un caso tutto italiano motivato dalla ormai leggendaria lotta al terrorismo - una singolare attività occidentale nata 9 anni fa che ha come principali attività il cercare gente con la barba lunga e il turbante nelle grotte del deserto afghano e il cercare gente con la barba lunga nel resto del mondo, specie quella tanto furba da aprire siti in cui organizzare attentati come fossero partite di soccer.
surprising that in the 70's you could make ten times the attacks that are made today with the help of telephones, faxes, and nothing more.
power of word of mouth?
That said, it seems that the Pisanu decree will not be extended beyond December 31, and although it is unclear what we should expect from the next day, it is fair to imagine that any kind of exercises will begin to shoot around it without the wifi signal searches of any kind.
's still to be seen whether this new scenario will declare the end of the picturesque world of the internet point in Milan - internet point that they never called.
Until now, except for a few sparse and tragic cases of internet cafe (with bureaucracy worthy of the 12 labors of Asterix, unworthy prices and a snobbish era, you did not even travel in hyperspace), the only way to check email around Milan was (or better yet - for the next few weeks ) enter into a phone center.
Hidden from windows that read as a call per minute costs in Bangladesh and in Siberia (curiously, still much less than I spend to call people who live four blocks away), the phone center are small rooms that challenge the generally dilapidated meters frameworks to try to place as many payphones as possible. At first, that not even the desk with ikea first price on a separate computer which connect via skype with Peru or Nigeria.
In the space that advances, cash, documents and show where to send money in Turkmenistan or in Siam (paying commissions to lenders to companies to transfer spend something close to zero asymptotically).
Step inside, it is difficult to intercept a single Italian word: inevitably, the attendance of the phone center is almost entirely foreign, often divided by continents (hardly the phone center venice door behind you will see African Colombians - and vice versa in predominantly Latin).
Milan is in fact the European Capital of dis-integration: Despite the large proportion of guests everywhere, it is virtually impossible to meet with other ethnic groups in areas that are not public transport (which are conspicuous by their mutual hostility of all against all).
There are local Chinese, South American and local venues for Italian - but there is no danger that we are all together to eat something, watch a concert or what else Sadio.
For years, in the absence of a laptop or simply driven by little desire to stay at home, the phone center they offered me shelter and connection.
Inside there I found all sorts of humanity, and often beautifully photographed in the crucial moment of contact with families thousands of miles apart.
Each in its own way: South American screaming into the phone as obsessed, probably to say things like "hello "Or" weather there "(from the outside and not knowing the language, a phone call from my grandmother Gallipoli must be identical), children connected via skype with my uncle who sweats via webcam from Calcutta, the Ukrainian side asking you how to get on facebook, and even Chinese who watch videos on youtube popstar Chinese or Egyptians who have come there to write on Word and then print the menu of pizza (one day it helped a menu for New Year's Eve, and I mimicked the dishes because they did not know that name).
short, a rare - very rare in Milan - the time of intersection and contact between peoples.
course take the first step may not be easy: just a few steps and looks even less in some phone center for realize that one of the first Italian ever went there. But the doubt of being out of place is the same as that behind the counter every time the phone center that enters an Italian shop.
If god (one case) will, in some phone center located in strategic places and often close to universities or the like, it recently began to notice a healthy mix of faces, colors and cut of the eyes - including Italians.
One of them, Jasmin Phone, run by a Lebanese from the constant smile and the beard of Methuselah, has provided me with the network for more than three months, when at home hiding - and more than once kept me from forgotten keys or wallet there - and happily watched a growing number indigenous population of Milan go there for various reasons.
One evening, while dates of Ministers on Facebook instead sat on a stool unsafe, the police burst. There are five, in civilian clothes, and like a script are mild and polite as wild boars in a garden. The smiling
Lebanon was attacked and was ordered to show word for word for the navigation of the two Moroccans who had a side (one dealing with faccialibro like me, the other looked at the Trenitalia website). The Lebanese
smiling (sometimes less) but the computer search printouts - who is twenty years and is set with the wind - s'impalla. Meanwhile, the present order is made not to move the stool collapsing, pulotti and, increasingly threatening with anyone in this room do not speak Italian well (ie everyone except me and some of the policemen) are starting to ask for documents, residence permits, and details the reasons for the presence of network activity in each of these , and then start to groom smiling threatening the Lebanese of all things if he had not pulled out of a countless series of documents concerning the phone center. The Lebanese
in question amounted to a knowledge of what I have of the Chinese, let alone understand what the bureaucracy was screaming in the Calabrian pulotto front. As an Italian, the only exception from the suspicion of terrorist activity, but then no one understands why my presence there - and then keep me there for safety in custody.
Outside, beyond the glass with the rates for Bangladesh, a person waiting for me - but I am forbidden to go out or tell her what on earth is going on.
That's right, what was going on? Five people of different nationalities were made cocks their neighbors sitting together in front of computer patched up, wondering occasionally help in case one was not able to open your mailbox or print your resume or disimpallare the computer. And behind the counter, a Lebanese accused of not being able to demonstrate what he did fuck up the internet more of these Arabic.
For thirty minutes, my phone center of Italians trust are in the majority - and the worst moment I ever spent there.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Where Is Pikachu Insilver

Adrift - Bar 4 / 4 Le unavoidable consequences (the evolution of China)

bandiera cinomilanese


The shameless greed of the average bar in Milan - reminiscent dell'Autogrill medium (ie dell'Autogrill, as are all the same) - could not fail to arouse the attention of those in structure , ideology and training, capable of heights of greed and cunning much higher than ours.
That is, the Chinese comrades - who are in the hands of Milan more or less like my brother's hand when the board of Risk is to pull off the target.
do not need to be employees of the conspiracy or register to view it: simply, vai sotto a casa a prendere il cappuccino e, a dartelo, al posto di Mario, c'è Wang Xiu - che per comodità ha per altro deciso di farsi chiamare Mario. Il caffé in media non è peggiore di quello che bevevi prima e scopri che non ti mancano poi tanto le frasi di circostanza di Mario 1.0.
Insomma, è tutto identico - il che vuol dire che neanche a Wang Xiu gliene frega un granché di metterci dell'anima dentro alle patatine, all'impianto stereo, ai tavolini e via dicendo. Se vuoi un succo di frutta, come in un qualsiasi bar milanese di milanesi, quello ti prende un succo di frutta dal frigo, lo apre, lo versa in un bicchiere che speri pulito e te lo mette sul bancone (costo dell'operazione: circa 3 euro, roba che se mi dici where's the fridge I do). Except that, in addition, understands that to beat the bar next to it is better to mess with the Chinese - which means lower prices and keep open more or less forever.
If the bar is an Italian side, begin to say that it is impossible to work so much and make such low prices, which surely they do something horrible in the back. If the neighbor is already a Chinese bar, it will just remove the more or less and begin to stay open forever. Which is a definite advantage for you are looking for a croissant at Easter (but not only: the Chinese in Milan will save lives and the belly often and more willingly), but it also means that you enter the bar is practically the shaping of the non-Italian dreams we had before - carried out by someone who knows how to make cash without too much chatter.
Valga such as the establishment of a brilliant Chinese management in a wretched bar Viale Corsica: the china come in, do not change anything - teaching, bar, names and compositions of the sandwiches - but simply to lower prices dramatically with erasing the previous marker on the menu and typing in the wrong way alongside the new prices. In addition, they invent a card that sandwich after sandwich accumulate points and win prizes behind the counter - or a string of improbable objects recovered left and right, going by the OSCE Mondadori faded Susanna Tamaro to pretend sword Chinese port to buddha brush to the saber real (top prize, such as ten complete passes). In other words: not only do the sandwiches the same as what was there before, but we do them well and we'll pay less than we found in the attic.
Genes.
that the Chinese are the new evolutionary step of Milan? Moreover, it comes after the ostrich velociraptor - not vice versa.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Registering A Homemade Trailer In Ontario

Horizontal / Vertical

Pinnacle Tvcenter Pro For Windows 7 64

order / disorder

Guitar Effects Dongle

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Fabio Alessandro Fusco, Città lineari , 2010

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Low Vitamin D Levels And Ferritin

Adrift - Bar 3 / 4 Untimely Meditations on music bar

hopper lego

imagine that running a bar is not small thing - as more or less whatever they choose to do with the aim of arriving at the end of the month (except for teachers of Australian surfing and notaries ). And many owners of bars
reading what is written above, you probably can not wait to give a hand to me or any Milan outraged - to see what a disaster we can combine.
the main argument is that if the bar side begins to be clever, or do the smart or too close in three months. Neoliberalism
-counter short - but curiously not attechisce in much of the rest of Europe, where often the bar seem to actually formulate a plan / dream of those who have put in place.
Music, for me is not necessarily secondary, is an excellent field of analysis: in major European cities and beyond, who runs the place decide what notes should invade the place - whether it's Wagner, reggae music or neomelodica Bavarian. This should not surprise: in the past to put via soldi per metterlo in piedi, passati a sognare e progettare, ci sarà stata pure una sera in cui avrai detto al tuo compagno di sogni e poi metteremo la musica che vorremo noi e la gente verrà per ascoltarla e alla mattina ci sarà Schubert e a pranzo Satie e alla sera Donald Fagen e non ci sarà un altro bar con la musica uguale .
Bene, a Milano non accade nulla del genere.
Il novantotto per cento dei bar (la percentuale è figlia del mio ingiustificato ottimismo, non della mia esperienza che direbbe cento) ha semplicemente la radio.
E non, che so, una delle diecimila ottime webradio che si possono trovare in giro: no, la radio italiana - quell'esperienza orribile e offensiva che mette in rapida sequenza hours and hours of advertising to other advertising, interspersed with the successes of 1989 and speakers happy to not know what to say and words about issues that do not want to know anything occasionally talking on the phone with people who simply want to greet those at home.
And you, after all the effort you made to put on your bar, you can not help but turn on the radio, forcing those who drink coffee attack without regard to sales of machines, coffee, insurance, and satellite music shit, persistently excited to jingle, to the common places that already bars are full, the initials and news agencies on what thrives and what does not that always start to think .
Tragedy is that the bar of what it tries to be clever ten feet away, it is exactly the same.
ever see that if I put a little 'decent music, or if you simply put into play, people began to come to swallow your sandwiches - whatever you put us in, you make us any ridge above.
want to see that you are not smart neither you nor the next.

PS: yesterday I was drinking a vodka lemon in Bologna so big in a little pub with bunks and books from the groom and happy people. And in the background, but not that much, there was Nick Cave. And then something else decided by someone else. By someone, not by the interests of a publishing group, or those who buy advertising time for cookies or marie de Filippi or mobsters disguised as realistic or simply by the dumb and just curious. In short, you can do.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

What Does A Male Brazilian Look Like

In progress In progress In progress

Fabio Alessandro Fusco, Landscape hof , 2010

Sultan Sandane Round Bed

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Fabio Alessandro Fusco, Another brick in the wall , 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010

Lifetime Aspiration Benefits Sims 2

The tulip bubble


and a game. I got to imitate. detaching from the surface the outline of my understanding and compliance. appeasing the scruples subsequent injections of neglect and that's all I do not care, come from within. and a kind of satisfaction and maturity to hang on the walls, with the design on the side of fresh paint in dust and meanings relevant evidence in the foreground. are only required to sense, to be shared. are just innocently unlawful provocation of curiosity. and tell me if I'm just endless brackets in the newspaper in which a look and try to distract you, nothing more, questions posted on the corner of readers, empty seats in the front row of stalls in a crowded theater, donations to fund humanitarian aid as too long to remember, comments circumstantial palate with sauce and meat on the news of the dinner, to take your eyes off the bottle of water, which is empty. as something to avoid any depth or any tangency dispatches in existence pills away, objective assessments of the time to share the death. and if I had allowed me I would have made it very useful, but one day you told me that I had to send you gifts by mail, even if the bell was another. and I was smiling the day I discovered that books were once attached pages, for printing needs and to upgrade their openers, and that a page has not cut anyone has never read and you are the first to read it, the first to breathe on ink and cleared his eyes and waited excited, smiling to look neighbors, and so safe from all ambiguity and anxiety and pain and the walls to support it, so watch peacefully, in the geometry of a storm that changed everything without leaving any residue if, if not the change itself.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Used Wrestling Mats For Home

Adrift - Bar 2 / 4 Supremacy of the lunch break

The questionable talents of baristas in Milan are also directly responsible for the phenomenon of dell'atroce lunch, event and social atmosphere of the city (with peaks of concern in the surrounding offices) from 12 to 14.30 as the aurora borealis sauce and pork chops defrosted.
For several years, the bar they found that speculating on the latter dragged microwave ravioli and marble can pay the installments of the new BMW without giving up the satellite. But first things first.

FARC and 'A BIT' DIE

ciardi copy


In prima fila nella dieta tutt'altro che mediterranea del milanese medio, resistono ancora i panini - accatastati, impilati, piramidati, con didascalie del tipo "carpaccio di bresaola" derivanti dal fatto che pur di risparmiare sul salume i milanesi stanno diventando dei tagliatori che neanche quelli del pesce palla - dal prezzo oscillante tra i 4 euro e i suoi multipli.
Con picchi preoccupanti: rasenta la denuncia la filiale (non è un caso che si usi un termine tipico del sistema bancario) de "il Panino Giusto" in centro città - che con acrobazie linguistiche degne di Borges è capace di farvi pagare financo otto euro paninetti di dimensioni festa-delle-medie con prosciutto cotto (di cui per l'occasione verrà quoted the source, smoking, or the name of the pig) with a hint of pâté on bread. Closely followed almost all the bars in the area - and the sandwich will be even shorter as close to the Duomo.
If your sandwiches must die, do so with style. In
Crocetta, in the bar of the same name, next to the Teatro Carcano, many do not know how old-monster sandwiches are served in general that the maidens are struggling just to bite. The cost remains important (up from 6 €) but we are talking about a full meal later with promises not to eat anything that comes in the evening. Biography: here, in the afternoon to 16 years un'ubriacatura knew the potential of voice Divi, which after a couple of Tennent's began to scream songs of Nirvana and Oasis, for me that was serious.
Of equal emotional weight and caloric Margy Burger (Ciardi, per century), a type of abnormal fast food to Milan which offers - in a wooden frame of the past - mainly sandwiches and sausages with red cabbage, burgers of various tonnages, sandwich with landjeger or mackerel (fish generally ignored by large circuits franchising). The photos of the sandwiches are the same as when I was eight years old and my mother took me to gorge themselves after the film - even when there were movie theaters downtown, but that's another story. Excellent after the demonstrations, since the location - St. Stephen's Square - it is almost always Transit or destination for most of the parades in Milan. At the tail end
fast and certainly incomplete overview of the Milanese serious sandwiches for lunch and a pleasant little bar in viale Bligny anonymous, at the Paolo Grassi, that nothing and no show promise for three and a half euro performs miracles. A rare case reminiscent of a sound rule: if the paniname already stated, stuffed and price, not to be trusted.
Birth and death: we see all of us.

SALADS PUNITIVE

tonno


For many years now there is, however, to deal with first courses disturbing, still lifes of macaroni and juices that flow down from the property spaghetti like frozen waterfalls in a garden in Finland.
followed to some extent away salads.
Anyone who has made a healthy holiday savings to know that the food cheaper and - on the short drive - or at least capable of satisfying filling, the cans are. Beans, corn, tuna and anything else the man has decided to force `in the can for posterity. Try to eat for ten days you'll have to put the tiger balm under your nose as Dana Scully every time you go to the toilet. No wonder: when you eat something that promises to be good until 2021, will be said that good can not be ever. The salads are nothing more than a ruthless mix of these normally ladies desperate remedies, enriched by fraud in the open like crab or palm. You are at least € - stuff that we field a week in camp.
Obviously the birth and subsequent affirmation of salads is the daughter pesoforma era in which we find ourselves now at least ten years.
If you are interested in the matter and want to experience something really severe and annihilating, head to the macrobiotic center just above the tourist office in Via Larga French: the environment, similar to the recreation room of an Austrian clinic or a sect projects with suicide, is able to mortify every appetite. If anything were to stand up remnants of the actual time of feeding, will be terrified by a string of cakes and broths that are able to avoid the taste, smell and all the main characteristics of the food enough to make you wonder if you are not actually sick. To confirm, a staff of nuns disguised as kindergarten teachers that will require a serious and culpable silence in the room, then ask several doubloons. However, experience - and an excellent opportunity to meet and managerotti sorry sir-well that lead around the dog and the bottle of antidepressants.

PS: I find that the handheld, which is the pith of a palm tree with so many sandwiches and salads are overpriced, is derived mainly from trees felled for other reasons, which - most importantly - the construction of new roads. The I knew. NOTHING IN THE HOOD



cappuccio

Although chronologically breakfast before the lunch break, it hierarchically - that allows profit margins are far higher - dramatically outperforms the time to cap and brioche. Up to
sovrapporcisi: already nine-thirty in the morning, the bartender against the average Milanese colazionaro the utter lack of interest - and seeks instead to begin to fill and drain cans of tuna sandwiches for the most varied uses. The result is often a confusion of smells and visions that further the meager tramutizzano brioche that you find yourself in hand - often as a gnucca Buondì forgotten summer Last week (in the square on May 24, under the arcades, there are the pastries good - but also from that Ponky's, which seems to bar the Meazza, near Corso Genova. If you want to gain weight to a pound just wake up, go instead to the pastry Aeolian of Nettle Street - where they put the ricotta is also on the ticket).
is worth then to report a nuisance and now well established new breakfast Milan: When you order a cappuccino, over the counter asks what we want cocoa? , chorus born in the last two years (before, I swear, it happened) that probably excites `bored bartender but irritate anyone with more than 12 years, or at least me.
Because I already run in the morning and if I wanted my balls with cocoa I ask. Cappuccino is a sequence of alphabetic characters which indicates a certain drink. For the cappuccino with cocoa is at this point a `other alphabetical sequence, since it costs nothing to invent words. We have no time to waste time with the menu of options - especially in Milan.
Obviously there are scattered Bakeries high-ranking (on average and dearest with that between the staff and the know-all of which Milan is no longer what it once was) who are or would be able to slap-up breakfast, but for unknown reasons no one dares to go beyond the ubiquitous gnucca brioche.
Thousand experiences that morning meals are eaten in the world seem not worth anything, it seems that the body in Milan human physiological need to have cappuccino, croissant and nothing else to survive among the fine particles.
I, who eat in the morning even the wild boar, I suffer terribly and I envy the Peruvian consulate in front of their meeting - already ten o'clock ready to swallow soups, stews and wings of any bird flying in the Andes or the Apennines.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Is Pcp The Same As Formaldehyde

Will

I want to find the book in which he explained that the '68 student riots were exploited by the economic-trade system to destroy the old values \u200b\u200bsuch as patriarchal family and to allow the spread of consumerism, "Father did not break the fucking buy me this Playstation", which for 40 years still waiting for those blessed with new values, to drive the vacuum apathetic solidified. I want to read the article by Pasolini, which speaks of reversal in the struggle between students (children of the bourgeoisie) and Police (sons of the proletariat). I want the refutation of stereotypes, and do not see bottles of wine drunk people and events. I want to see people scream with a smile, not with violence. I want students to show true, and the other at home and lost time. I want to know how many of those who occupy invoking the right to education, also take him on as a duty, applicandosi quotidianamente con costanza e consapevolezza dell’importanza sociale del loro gesto. Voglio un sociologo che mi spieghi la sociologia della folla, e se l’ebbrezza nel gesto di occupare i binari o qualsiasi blocco pubblico sia più dovuta a un senso di partecipazione politica fraterna o alla semplice violazione della legalità protetta dalla forza del numero. Voglio capire ingenuamente qual è il modo appropriato per cambiare la situazione. Voglio investimenti all’università e alla ricerca , e una riforma totale del sistema scolastico dalla base, rimuovendo dagli obiettivi quello di “parcheggio a tempo indeterminato” e aggiungendo l’anti-lobotomizzazione e risveglio della consapevolezza individuale e del pensiero aware, even if ignorance is good for business, and with the less-skilled labor it saves.





Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Noise Reduction For Apartment Windows

Adrift - Bar 1 / 4 Deconstruction of a dream

bar dei sogni

The first and most distinct impression that there is a bar first meeting with Milan is that none of the heads behind this case and counter the thought has ever passed a bar I want to open my own . With some approximation
legitimate images, in contrast, has become the idea I want to do a lot of money and at worst want to work in a place where I can steal the scratch (and then make lots of money) .
Almost anything you see in a bar in Milan (the exceptions, as mentioned in the introduction to this guide, you tell us - but we already know to be sadly few, as one might expect from the exceptions) is the son of a longing for love or hope in humanity, tiles, counter, and any wood balustrades, balconies, railings, shelves are usually a collection of the worst that has ever been produced in their respective fields - unlikely gilding, faux granite and lacquered wooden coffins that seem to come from yacht sank a industrialotto arricchitosi coi cavalli. Si faccia attenzione: tali valutazioni non dipendono da chissà quale gusto di cui solo il sottoscritto è depositario. Lo sanno anche loro.
La maggior parte dei bar sceglie il peggio con coscienza, risentimento e rancore - va incontro al brutto per confermare una visione dell'esistenza caratterizzata da un profondo cinismo (spesso figlio di dolori fiscali) e da un generico imbarbarimento dei costumi - cui non opporsi per evitare guai.
Chi non ne fosse convinto, si trattenga un po' di più in uno dei tanti bar tabacchi della città - a qualsivoglia ora del giorno.
Scoprirete presto, tra le altre cose, un'area dedicata ai videopoker - praticamente l'equivalente delle stanze del buco o, If you prefer, a kind of Sert with cherries instead of methadone. The people inhabiting
damned for eternity - or at least until the closing time - that fearless collide with the laws of statistics, with their package of MS and with a sense of emptiness that not even the worst of your Sunday afternoon. And 'people who are evil, and there is no need of the stethoscope for saying so - and tobacconists / bartenders or whoever they are able to let them pass before the eyes of humanity in a free fall without ever saying anything.
Neither are the intrusion into the lives of others and in the ruins, but Christ - that's you're giving them the poison, you are to change their currencies, are you who chose to have them there, you you who have chosen to continue the case.
Any opinion, even the most cynical, you have about it is sadly inevitable to recognize most of the bartenders capacity epoché and away from human affairs that only Disney could be a bad match.
But just as the Disney shows, the bad guys lose.
In this case, at least, they lose customers.
how and this will be discussed in the following three chapters, trying to find some exercise without following the rule.

PS This is not a tourism board, but at the bar on the Piazza Piola sad parallel between the hole and draw poker rooms reach a concrete radiant: the sad machines (part of the proceeds of which goes straight into the coffers of the state, that the monitors with the help of SIAE) are confined in a sort of cave-tobacco inside the bar itself, a place where the sun does not even in the mornings July.

PPS The name that stands above the post is in Viale Romagna: the bar - just ex tobacco - is not among the worst, but inevitably suffer more than any other the ideal distance from your name.

What Do I Need To Do Private Counseling?

Adrift - Help in good faith to shipwreck Milan

milano rivolta

My city has not yet decided what they look like.
years now awkwardly oscillates between a kind of open-air version of the first floor of Rinascente, a provincial town in the Austrian center you feel like a tourist, even if you're born in Milan and a sequel that came before - those sequels with the budget cut and the cast replaced by relatives of the producer.
who lives in Milan, who loves her or loved her, not necessarily asking that looks more like the movie that was made in the lead (for example, in my idea of \u200b\u200bMilan, there would be many more fields and jumping mats Mini Golf - and I understand not everyone feels the need), simply asks ok, but where are we going?
Also because if someone thought intortarci with the skyline (English word which means if you live on the fourth floor of the house before you see the sun or more - precisely - the sky), is come out of time.
The hope of our administration is that we believe is that there are only skyscrapers in New York and in Blade Runner - and therefore, are still up, we will be happy to join this club so unique.
Unfortunately for them, even the most bitchy bitch most of the city region of China has a number of multi-storey monoliths that seem to compare a model of Lego or a set of futuristic Pieraccioni.
The idea then of becoming a place like that out of all proportion of men to make us feel small but big inside is decidedly to be discarded. How
also reject the hypothesis of "cities", as the architectural homogeneity Landscaping and Milan recalls some of my horrible combinations casual Sunday - the type of suit pants, mismatched socks, shirt and golf for two different blue.
delete them without also call the model city for services, or the kind of town to see them do not tell you much, but as the trams run on time there / how to operate the post office there / how polite taxi drivers are there / how do you find from little sleep there / how are friendly bars there.
Milan almost nobody wants to do what you're actually doing, and the joviality it is the first victim.
few remain bleak alternative identities - among them being the doctrine of the "city of fashion," fate that concerns very few and those few are so stupid that not even realize that, under the same fashion, the fashion city soon will be another and then another.
therefore propose to identify a result for Milan (I think on balance the more appropriate term), which takes account of what there is - whether we like it or not - trying to enhance our smallness and our shame.
To do this we must be merciless, dramatic, honest and incredibly positive together - like someone who has lost his wedding ring in a box of rubbish and decide what he wants to recover costs.
Within the time available and the good health of my insomnia, the whole town will explored through large veins that - whether commercial or not - through it, from bars to gyms to market the internet point to the benches at strategic bridges in the parks from the Metropolitan paninari paninari generous and sinister secrets from the secret places that should not be secret and those who should remain secret.
Time after time will definitely be welcome reports of any kind, details, material of every faith and flag, stories and - above all - the exceptions, which is what we need.

ps: the sign on top of the post is not a photoshoppata, but a peculiar case of the magical world of signs. Anyone wishing to verify or go to bring flowers to go Linate Forlanini long avenue, turn left towards Idroscalo and will see him shine in the middle of a roundabout.

Old American Harvest Convection Perfection

The general consistency of the disorder

The tangential point of wheels alternating hot and dry like a hungry mouth, intervals to blow away the ends of the horizon road, the center of everything frozen in a cardboard box jumps and sprints, anchored to the asphalt, and around rotate the pieces of a puzzle, enlivened by the passing vehicles, leaves on the dirt road to the touch vento nelle sere di fine estate. che a qualcuno è venuto in mente di gettarle li, dal finestrino o dal bordo del prato adiacente, facendo pressione con la mano sul metallo ondulato del guard-rail per caricare la forza giusta del lancio, e poi l’esplosione secca al primo contatto e lo spargersi di frammenti, pezzi di vetro infrangibile, già separati prima di cadere, già distrutti prima del salto. ciascuna ruota sceglie il suo pezzo, lo schiaccia violenta fissandolo a terra e si compone, automobile dopo automobile, un mosaico storto, strappato di colori, asfalto, e cartone dei pezzi al contrario, informe, astratto e incomprensibile, ma più solido e immobile di qualsiasi incastro corretto, di qualsiasi composizione da appendere in salotto, hours to sketch the outline of days to fill the spaces.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

How Long To Soak A Chia Pet

The truth does not heat.

Ten years ago we trust the truth.
Not that one often encounters, to say the same, but you knew it was there - over the lies spread by the sand and pretend that it's just a strange swelling of reality.
was back, and swore they saw him check his feet from under the curtains.
Whether it was a massacre unpunished or a kiss is not seen, you know that sooner or later he would come forward and would destroy all - with a just and relentless violence.
believe that each step closer, imagine her sitting there waiting like a chest full of doubloons on ocean floor.
Then came on as a sub who has lost weight: if everyone took a piece and began to tell me I have it.
When the towers fell, when the police spotted the slates, when the first game to go into the desert to do is not yet clear what the truth was already in the hands of all.
Each with its part under the mattress, more or less anxious to take it out.
who believed he did have to use every means to show it to everyone else. The truth
you took her home - as rightly be enhanced by anyone who believes it in his hands.
five years when it came out the most complex and comprehensive system of revelations, intrigue, abuse, connivance, violence, outrages that had ever been revealed to humanity by Marx onwards.
covered and still covers almost all of human knowledge, with particular preference for subjects such as massacres of state, and the relationship between that crime, crimes against forests, animals, people (in that order, generally), secret societies, real chemical composition of chocolate, the Nazis passed this or that, aircraft contrails, ufo on the outskirts of Prato, Stephen King and John Lennon murderess, simulated moon landing and the entire Vietnam war used as a test to see if the Red Bull keeps you awake.
obviously did not happen (or do) anything.
The truth without the struggle to get there is nothing più niente di meno che la stima in chi te la sta dicendo.
Tanto lei è lì - ormai lo sai. Orrenda o dolciastra che sia, la tua voglia di farlo sapere a tutti si spegne ogni giorno di più.
E se non passa, l'effetto che fai è di chi vuol rifarti vedere il film bellissimo che ha appena visto e tu lo eviti dicendo preferisco guardarlo da solo pensando che non vuoi uno di fianco che ti chieda approvazione ogni tre scene e insomma alla fine eviti anche di vederlo anzi ti fa ansia solo pensarci.
La verità stanca.
E perché funzioni almeno un poco, dev'essere clamorosa e roboante.
Il consigliere comunale che - per comprarsi i ricambi della porsche in leasing - arraffa & sgraffigna, strappa Private indignation less water coming down from the balcony of the top when watered.
Yet that is where the pyramid begins finally see where it starts - and is the only point on which could you wanting to piss on.
Instead, you want something that will make the world tremble and the stone to the pyramid tip ends.
just for the sake of hearing distance, until they tell you where it is.
Maybe we were not ready for this, for having so much.
Already there are those who are just gagging to hear about it - and it will take years before he or his children that they live to be interested.
We did not even prepared a plan B.
Indeed, while all the doors were opened for all backstage what it is and has been, many decided to stay on track to dance.
A final dance electronic music that up to three years before it was called disco music (and everyone was secretly in love with at least one disk canzonaccia unmentionable) - because the truth just came out was that not all the disco music was shit.
Which was undoubtedly true, in fact.
But what changed was that, while hundreds of electronic artists could finally take off his donkey ears, millions of people continued to listen to disco music of shit - maybe yourself for a few years you tried to defend in the name of a renewed progressivism in the name of the new truth.
And you find yourself again but with other names, in times when all around you that you just bodies sway in the dark in a more or less awkward, people screaming in his ears to ask where the bathroom or marital status , the kids move away as if they were taken by a camera and the girls the same with his ass, the bar serves ice dear and you're waiting for something to happen around 120 beats nell'inutile QuattroQuarti that someone just is not paid at all propinano since you entered.
And the truth is that nobody likes.
But they should tell everyone.
What we simply want to talk to someone.
When we do, everything will change.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Changing Table Woodworking Plans

The rumor dell'untore

"It was really now a game, the Rock, or will die .. disvolere" TB patients have one chance in three of survive, the riddle of the hat, three whites, two blacks, three blindfolded people each choose a hat, then by observing the hat of others who will be saved to deduce the color of their own. in principle, subject only to blacks who sees two hats. waive the first two, are killed. the last a questo punto ha la certezza che il suo cappello è bianco. infatti se fosse stato nero il secondo avrebbe capito di non poter avere esso stesso un cappello di quel colore, altrimenti il primo avrebbe avuto la certezza di indossare un cappello bianco, e così si sarebbe salvato. è solo grazie alla morte dei primi due che il terzo riesce a salvarsi. e se non l’avete capito fatevi un disegno. e non è un vero e proprio sacrificio, perchè il primi due non possono scegliere. gli attori prendono fiato ad ogni parola. la morte balla con loro, o forse è la vita, o forse è l’amore. il primo livello è il limbo del sanatorio, il secondo livello, la città. travestirsi da vivi per scendere a Palermo, fuggire nelle campagne, fra processions of peasants and saints, and in the red handkerchiefs full of coughing, in the scenes of the film having a child, hidden in his pocket in a hurry, before a look compassionate and concerned about them intercepted. Usually sooner or later in the film ever happened. the truth is that in all these millennia of wars and upheavals there is only one event comparable in importance to the small disaster of my death. one day I will try the exact words. that flow like poetry or music, when the carelessness kills the direct meaning, a train left the rails continues on course, dancing. the staircase unites heaven with hell, blood flows of roots that grow bare branches. waving our x-rays to die then scrutinized up being no pain inside, and having seen the dark evil white. to keep hidden under my pillow as a picture in his wallet taken a cab to the train station of Florence, in the second step you have the most beautiful smile. short hair disgrace, the dancer's dreams, the nights talking alone to guard a toll in the country, including games and invented stories, vomiting on the cars and bits of paper, as this eye of a needle, in which the future enters the past, and I do not care How beautiful to be young, and I do not care to read the documents about your true history, your lies embroidered reprocessed for fun or game invented. I love your hollow cheeks, your balls gone, the hair will have grown back, the death in your mouth and the last cries of life that will go off in your eyes. and then hide in your room without moving from his bed, his clothes and not lie in the closet for more tricks. or flee, to delay the time of separation, ran away in the automaker to tell you my life and my land. Death will, however, in a last burst of fever. and I will be healed. at the whim of God, this game to appease his loneliness, or ours. I will resign from the fortress, heal and come back among the living.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Aztrec Arm Band Tattoo Designs

The Angels do not have wings - the problem of updates in the Christian question.

They wanted to grow up without Christ.
No baptism, no time to religion, no communion, confirmation, cribs, sacrifices, priests, family trees, songs, Hail Marys to memorize, no speakers, no life after death, nothing to say before you begin to eat, nothing ottopermille, no priest who enters your home and you spray the furniture, no satan, angels, people with beards, farm animals, no catechism.
Up to 12 years, most of these notions that I had on Jesus and the like derived from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
I said to myself in case I found myself having to choose just the grail, however, I manage. Dodge Christ was
activities prediletta della mia famiglia tutta - e io ci presi gusto (tranne che per il presepe: adoravo i plastici dei trenini e mi piaceva questa possibilità di far modellismo sulla natalità).
Vivendo nell'hinterland della città del vaticano - altrimenti chiamato Italia - incrociai più volte il sommo e i suoi scagnozzi.
Che si trattasse di maestre di religione che cercavano di tenermi in classe per rieducarmi, di filosofia compromessa o dell'interminabile sequela di madonne con bambino/alieno in braccio che tanto nobilitano la nostra storia dell'arte, me lo ritrovavo sempre davanti.
Bastava alzar lo sguardo in classe: nella perenne sonnolenza, sopra l'ardesia il capellone dava spunti - e prima ancora di chiedergli chi ti ha so small? you understood that someone was trying to get back on the list of accomplices.
Thus, between one and another, I went up, I removed it and put it in the closet - dry and cool as all the things you want to keep long.
But I was not understood.
in the years ahead, ignoring the bad things that men who declare themselves to intimate that the hippie took forward, I tried to get in touch with the believers.
not those which reduce the word and circumscribe and explain to you that God yes, but in a way that only I know, Catholics do not believe because you never know, not those who speak for Catholics but Protestants believe the stadium. A believer
tondo tondo, uno che crede per filo e per segno, che fa tutte le cosine che bisogna fare, che dentro di sé ha una convinzione salda come la forza di gravità, una luce che abbaglia tutto il resto.
Avere dentro di sé una verità del genere dev'essere come aver fatto un giro su un ufo mentre portavi il cane a pisciare e tornare a casa sapendo che c'è dell'altro nell'universo e avere della gente davanti e cercare di convincerla.
Mica roba da nulla.
E ho trovato molti - quasi tutti over 70 - con una sincera e disperata voglia di credere a tutto il pacchettone Cristo.
Ovvio che il suddetto pacchettone ha un tragico problema di fondo: come un qualsiasi altro programma o medium, va aggiornato - e non poco.
Un testo written by shepherds two thousand years ago that equated women with farm animals, who believed that the sun revolved were sold and the thunder of an eye in a triangle in writing, of course over the centuries has begun to creak.
One possibility would be to withdraw all the sacred texts on the market, take out a new one a bit 'more credible and say hey guys now that we use this with all this back . A little 'as when the subsidiary was changed to the medium.
Such a solution, albeit heavy on the shoulders of the company, would avoid problems such as conversations in the video below.
Just to mention the highlights: the tax return of Joseph and Mary, applied to the problem of the South Bethlehem area, because Jesus went around barefoot all the syringes that are out there (that Madonna is a bad mother) and, above all, angels do not have wings - otherwise we would be talking of malformations.
Closes the lady at the phone, pleased with the new updates to pacchettone courtesy of Radio Maria: you should use reason.
is, in fact.


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Maca And Gastroparesis

The city of others.




We ate on the ground - the sour cream and the food as if the Russians did terribly cold outside.
None - if in doubt that it was not so cold - it came out.
I wake up and find the kitchen and the sun was distraught that cuts the glass blinds and screens. When the sun returns to Milan after a long time, treat him like a father that never happened: the parties do when you see him open the door and look for a place to rest your bags with presents, but dens in a special resentment - and swear that, at the right time, do not forget the days spent waiting for him.
For now, let us set aside and let something shine.
It may be that drunk by the light, you find yourself thinking that the city is actually yours. What
sidewalks, parks, registry offices, the median, the courtyards of the houses, swimming pools and trails of red earth, churches and bridges, you relate to - the faces on billboards and promise wink tell the truth.
forget that you are allowed only in transit slots between the buildings, dodging bodies and shit and traps for cyclists, forget that none of those buildings is yours, and you do not know anyone who has a mansion, forget the parks - which now Dew does seem moved - close as any shopping center, and left to right cross and lie down.
I go out of my house and I leave behind me thinking that this is not my house is a gray building in the hands of a family that controls the gray dozens of others and asks me money every month to let me be in there when the night comes.
And looking around I see only gray building in the hands of banks, insurance companies and a few other families who only know each other.
Those that I know I struggle a lifetime to have a few square meters of tiles within those buildings, and try to stay together and shed blood for generations to faceless lenders.
The city, after all, is not for everyone.
It is certainly not our (whoever we are).
It's sunny, I agree, and today I'll make you smile so big when you meet.
But remember that if one day I do not understand something, it will be because I could no longer visit the silent world of others.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Westinghouse Lcdcalgary

In progress # 0

Fabio Alessandro Fusco,  Urban field #1 , 2010

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Canon Zr85 24p Or 30p

Out.

Railings, suddenly, are too low.
On the balconies of the houses, I see how it would be easy to put a leg over and wait for the CG moves forward - the feeling of not having decided. Fall. Step over and try to grab the gutter knowing I can do it, fall with a melancholy smile and feel the end as a return trip from a vacation where you think you understand something.
and looks up as if someone was looking out, with the eyes and tell him that you're not killing, you just moved your center of gravity beyond railing, and now fall.
Helen, do not blame anyone, no cry, no budget.
What is no longer in very little. A feeling often beautiful, especially if you believe the last one.
I think so again tonight in front of the gutter that I could never hold on. Over the railing, the houses that fit without logic are whipped by the rain that you think something is revenge.
E 'rain that makes noise and that covers all the words that I did not.
If I were out there, if anyone would let me go, I would die. Sooner or later, killed by thirst or water. Because nature does not need me and I no longer need her.
If I live, I do it just because I want it. On the balcony, while she screams rain, the rest live against her.
Any other argument out of tune, would sound conceited, cynical or stupid: still alive because there's more (better?), Continues to live because so far it has not been bad (so far), continues to live because it is your duty basically this (but who do I?). If you stay alive because I have asked others or promises of a better future by advertising (or, worse, a future in which the past look better), would be to ensure a constant balance - whether convenient.
raining outside you can not get out, you can not stay out.
I found shelter in a rented cubicle in a hive of concrete - four flights of stairs to feel safe.
the rain I see small and unreachable, while watching the railing and I see clearly that I wanted what was until now - and I want more.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

What Is The Best Motocross Kit

22.10.2010_Lecture "Context is concept" by Ludensarchitetti

22.10.2010 ore 9.15/Politecnico di Milano Facoltà di Architettura e Società/Laboratorio di Progettazione Architettonica III/Proff. Zanni, Fusco, Frontini

Monday, October 11, 2010

How Do You Get A Swim Suit In Poptropica

Dedicated to You.

that happens tomorrow 12 October
out our new record (though many already have it, the face of the date of issue). At the present
18 at Fnac in front of all those at 18 on Tuesday do not have a dick to do.
few hours later, or from about 21:30, we stop and begin to submit to celebrate Cox (also known as Conchetta).
It also happens that the hands of building speculators and De Corato have returned to threaten any one of the few places Conchetta free and open to anyone who needs a roof, a book, a stage.
once more Fill those walls will be all well and good - and it will be good even when many will try again to evacuate.
back tomorrow, there will be all over the world because there is - there is enough there are all those men and women who have had to fare con noi nel bene e nel male.
Per motivi che sai meglio TU di noi, rientri in quest'ultimo insieme.
Puoi portare chi vuoi, dato che evidentemente non ci saranno liste né gente molto grossa all'entrata con cui litigare.
Non è necessario che tu sappia come si chiama il disco (Fuori) e non è necessario che tu sappia nemmeno un pezzo ministrico e probabilmente non ne sentirai neanche uno durante la serata (falso).
Ti si chiede solo di essere contento che qualcuno riesca ancora a farli i dischi, che è comunque attività più sana - che so - del recupero crediti.
Riassumendo ,
martedì 12 ottobre
al Cox 18, via conchetta 18 Milano
i Ministri festeggiano the release of their third album and YOU are invited
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