Dum loquimur, fugerit envy aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credulous posterity.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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Dum loquimur, fugerit envy aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credulous posterity.
Dum loquimur, fugerit envy aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credulous posterity.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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The Jester's desire
one bit missing from these pages, a little also missing from other pages, and there is no real reason, nothing particularly pleased kept me away from here, but to be honest, nothing terrible I pushed again here. This is the simple desire to be there in a moment, to exist in the thrill of the moment seems to be the only really important thing. There is no light or darkness in my sky faded, only pale colors. All right, all extraordinarily fluid and smooth, everything as usual, with people who continue to disappoint, and those that continue to amaze with the times, would not want to end up ever, and with those who would like to vanish in a flash. I would say banal, even trivial in my life then there is not much, say, trivial to me, despite me regardless of me.
Get out, see people, have fun, indulge at the time precisely, without thinking about tomorrow, even without think later. Sometimes I want to do it and do it well happy with the results, other times I stay home with my thoughts, my music, my movies. The strange thing is that I can not say which of the two situations are no longer alone. But being alone and feeling lonely are two different things. At how many people really care about me? to be honest, how many really matter to me? Fewer and fewer, more and more you get used to being alone, and the more you see yourself in the future, and more to get ready to do so in the present. I've made many efforts, but each seems to be result of ephemeral duration, meteors across my sky, and then go off elsewhere. Ben are meteors, but not enough. I have no more tears, no more anger, not to life, however, not to mine.
While the eternal search for my angel is increasingly becoming a tangible reality that epic poem, sad clown trapped in a destiny written in half by a wicked and perverse hand, I deny what I most want, and will not let me stop since there is lust. 
one bit missing from these pages, a little also missing from other pages, and there is no real reason, nothing particularly pleased kept me away from here, but to be honest, nothing terrible I pushed again here. This is the simple desire to be there in a moment, to exist in the thrill of the moment seems to be the only really important thing. There is no light or darkness in my sky faded, only pale colors. All right, all extraordinarily fluid and smooth, everything as usual, with people who continue to disappoint, and those that continue to amaze with the times, would not want to end up ever, and with those who would like to vanish in a flash. I would say banal, even trivial in my life then there is not much, say, trivial to me, despite me regardless of me.
Get out, see people, have fun, indulge at the time precisely, without thinking about tomorrow, even without think later. Sometimes I want to do it and do it well happy with the results, other times I stay home with my thoughts, my music, my movies. The strange thing is that I can not say which of the two situations are no longer alone. But being alone and feeling lonely are two different things. At how many people really care about me? to be honest, how many really matter to me? Fewer and fewer, more and more you get used to being alone, and the more you see yourself in the future, and more to get ready to do so in the present. I've made many efforts, but each seems to be result of ephemeral duration, meteors across my sky, and then go off elsewhere. Ben are meteors, but not enough. I have no more tears, no more anger, not to life, however, not to mine.
While the eternal search for my angel is increasingly becoming a tangible reality that epic poem, sad clown trapped in a destiny written in half by a wicked and perverse hand, I deny what I most want, and will not let me stop since there is lust.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wheels For Suzuki Swift
Roads & Cabinets
This is one of those places that barely know how to begin, so I guess they figured if the development and conclusion.
I want to do, despite the heat, I have a thousand and one thing and the interesting thing is that something I can do, the truth is that I am in a period that is anything but still, at last something is moving on its own account or on my drive, but it moves, and this is a good thing. It moves but I do not see an end, as if everything becomes agitated incereto, without direction, each path is short and back to the starting point or so away, wandering aimlessly as usual, but beaten up though unknown, instead of opening new solo tracks, but each path is exhausted quickly, leaving many questions open. Perhaps there is only one road to take and follow it even when it seems to have run out, but all the others? seems to be no better than others, and no promises at all. It 's damn hard to explain, even I do not understand it. Maybe Let me explain this:
imagine you have 30 new shirts, half gave them to you, the other half you bought them there because they are cheap. Nothing makes you mad, but all you like, and you know that are better than T 0.
However, it remains a fact, it would be better to have only 2 shirts but beautiful? those required by a lifetime, those which do not drop anything?
not think of that dissatisfaction or utopian living, I am aware that life never gives us what we want (or almost) and you have contentment, but one fact remains: I open the closet and I do not know what to put. 
This is one of those places that barely know how to begin, so I guess they figured if the development and conclusion.
I want to do, despite the heat, I have a thousand and one thing and the interesting thing is that something I can do, the truth is that I am in a period that is anything but still, at last something is moving on its own account or on my drive, but it moves, and this is a good thing. It moves but I do not see an end, as if everything becomes agitated incereto, without direction, each path is short and back to the starting point or so away, wandering aimlessly as usual, but beaten up though unknown, instead of opening new solo tracks, but each path is exhausted quickly, leaving many questions open. Perhaps there is only one road to take and follow it even when it seems to have run out, but all the others? seems to be no better than others, and no promises at all. It 's damn hard to explain, even I do not understand it. Maybe Let me explain this:
imagine you have 30 new shirts, half gave them to you, the other half you bought them there because they are cheap. Nothing makes you mad, but all you like, and you know that are better than T 0.
However, it remains a fact, it would be better to have only 2 shirts but beautiful? those required by a lifetime, those which do not drop anything?
not think of that dissatisfaction or utopian living, I am aware that life never gives us what we want (or almost) and you have contentment, but one fact remains: I open the closet and I do not know what to put.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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Only .... what does that mean?
a word, many meanings, but mostly a state of mind more than one condition.
You can reach "only" the tenth in a race, or be in a bar by "only", and you can be in full desert, without being one.
Loneliness has several forms, essences of a similar state of mind more complex than it seems. You can be alone even in a crowd, among friends, on a bus. Why is not how far we have made between ourselves and others, but how much distance separates us from what we seek. If you search for the beauty of a sunset in the mountains, then to be alone at 2000 meters, it really means to be alone, in fact, it feels good, vice versa, sometimes it happens to be surrounded by people, even by friendly faces, and feel alone. No matter how many people there, no matter how easy it is to find things to say, it only matters that he was looking for another, and this has not been found. Sometimes you just want to talk with a friend and between many people, no one seems to be really, even those which are positive you are in doubt, had come, turn out to be far out of your world. Do not you know, you displace, it seems that you know of a few days. Other times, then you're with friends, real ones, but you're just the same, maybe a little less lonely, but still just because you were looking for another, maybe love, and all the friendship of this world can not compensate . So where you are not really alone? perhaps in his deep, we are always in the soul alone, and we are the only ones who can make friends, and it is a fact, condition, state of mind ... but it would be nice to cheat, to share, to be less alone, at least out into the outside world, which can be deceiving, which may be waived, but not without risking losing a lot. Alone in a world that is doing everything to reject, and the only thing you can do is bang in your face presence.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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Solitude "Watchmen (the)"
I saw the movie in question and I'll bring a mini-review.
I can not tell me that excited about the film, unfortunately I do not know the original comic series, but in my opinion, this is an excellent film.
movie super heroes now there are plenty of them, some decent, some less, but this one has something special, and it's all in the contradiction of being a superhero in film form, which are actually anti-heroes, men especially in perpetual balance between good and evil, conscious that the ideals are one thing, but real life is another. The movie tells the stories of these characters, we are the second generation for some of them (anyone aged, crazy, or dead) and presidential decree officially disbanded them recently. They are heroes in decline, men on the decline, uncertain, fearful and proud of its past. The picture is very dark and the characters reveal their personal history little by little, revealing twisted personality, difficult childhoods, topics are many and all put there, just as raw. What to say about the fact that a wrong is not real? There are large and small faults, but one can never be innocent, nor guilty on closer inspection.
The viewer is constantly torn between compassion, understanding and doubt, something of what is happening is really right? What causes marry? Who is right? The wrong and right
chase, exchange and shifting through the life and death, the very concept of life and death is analyzed. The infinite, time, matter and the inscrutable world of human emotions. There is action and good fight scenes, but less than you might expect. What is a defect in the film is just a drop in pace, the story continues to tell and everything continues to proceed, but sometimes it slows down significantly, by dropping the voltage. Well, otherwise it would have been a masterpiece.
The comic book mini-series gave the film much, much more poetic qualities and characters better than any other comic serial production, think "300" with which "Watchmen" shares the director, and "V for Vendetta." 
I saw the movie in question and I'll bring a mini-review.
I can not tell me that excited about the film, unfortunately I do not know the original comic series, but in my opinion, this is an excellent film.
movie super heroes now there are plenty of them, some decent, some less, but this one has something special, and it's all in the contradiction of being a superhero in film form, which are actually anti-heroes, men especially in perpetual balance between good and evil, conscious that the ideals are one thing, but real life is another. The movie tells the stories of these characters, we are the second generation for some of them (anyone aged, crazy, or dead) and presidential decree officially disbanded them recently. They are heroes in decline, men on the decline, uncertain, fearful and proud of its past. The picture is very dark and the characters reveal their personal history little by little, revealing twisted personality, difficult childhoods, topics are many and all put there, just as raw. What to say about the fact that a wrong is not real? There are large and small faults, but one can never be innocent, nor guilty on closer inspection.
The viewer is constantly torn between compassion, understanding and doubt, something of what is happening is really right? What causes marry? Who is right? The wrong and right
chase, exchange and shifting through the life and death, the very concept of life and death is analyzed. The infinite, time, matter and the inscrutable world of human emotions. There is action and good fight scenes, but less than you might expect. What is a defect in the film is just a drop in pace, the story continues to tell and everything continues to proceed, but sometimes it slows down significantly, by dropping the voltage. Well, otherwise it would have been a masterpiece.
The comic book mini-series gave the film much, much more poetic qualities and characters better than any other comic serial production, think "300" with which "Watchmen" shares the director, and "V for Vendetta."
Friday, April 3, 2009
Really Dry Throat For Air Conditioner
Time Stands Still (At The Iron Hill)
The time seems to stand still, so I quote the Blind Guardian in the title, at a time which suits me fine wearing a lot of music, so much anger, despair, fatigue, desire to do, but what then?
I happen to think these days some people who have crossed my course, some old member of my crew changing and haggard, and between departments, abandonment, separation and friendly mutiny on these bridges has gone very many people, for a few for several months or years. For some time now I sail alone, but the experience allows me to get along fairly well. However, it is sometimes difficult in the long sleepless nights spent staring at the ceiling, trying to deceive the mind that does not want to fall asleep, loneliness pounding and demands its tribute of sorrow. At other times
However, I find myself looking around, watching people, and do not understand .... what have I to do with them?
For any of my life I find people who share this or that, but very few are what I consider sensible, those with whom I can have a relationship to a decent minimum. There I talk about perfect people or very similar to me, anything, but they are people who use the brain, before anything else, and know how to listen to the heart. They still believe in dreams, no matter if you seem far away, and are people who have any regrets that jealously guard, aware that no going back, but it is wrong to forget. Of mistakes I have made, some more and some less, but does not hide or bask in them, admit them and deals with them, and if possible, we remedied. These people are not perfect, and not always pleasant, because they are still human beings, and many factors influence us every day, but the basis of these people does not change, maybe today will be intractable, but tomorrow will be back in their ranks, who knows, maybe with some guilt. These are the people who try, and I can not find, become so alien a rarity, their research seems increasingly futile, and proliferate the hypocrites, liars, people arid, empty ones, useless boxes of meat that are scrambling to be gear bigger than a system that feeds on itself. That sucks, I assure you that I feel in my big flaw best of them, yet for someone I feel guilty to feel similar feelings, arrogance? maybe, but I prefer truth to lies, hypocrisy prefer honesty, doing good to prefer the cynicism. If you're like me are happy, but know that they are winning. 
The time seems to stand still, so I quote the Blind Guardian in the title, at a time which suits me fine wearing a lot of music, so much anger, despair, fatigue, desire to do, but what then?
I happen to think these days some people who have crossed my course, some old member of my crew changing and haggard, and between departments, abandonment, separation and friendly mutiny on these bridges has gone very many people, for a few for several months or years. For some time now I sail alone, but the experience allows me to get along fairly well. However, it is sometimes difficult in the long sleepless nights spent staring at the ceiling, trying to deceive the mind that does not want to fall asleep, loneliness pounding and demands its tribute of sorrow. At other times
However, I find myself looking around, watching people, and do not understand .... what have I to do with them?
For any of my life I find people who share this or that, but very few are what I consider sensible, those with whom I can have a relationship to a decent minimum. There I talk about perfect people or very similar to me, anything, but they are people who use the brain, before anything else, and know how to listen to the heart. They still believe in dreams, no matter if you seem far away, and are people who have any regrets that jealously guard, aware that no going back, but it is wrong to forget. Of mistakes I have made, some more and some less, but does not hide or bask in them, admit them and deals with them, and if possible, we remedied. These people are not perfect, and not always pleasant, because they are still human beings, and many factors influence us every day, but the basis of these people does not change, maybe today will be intractable, but tomorrow will be back in their ranks, who knows, maybe with some guilt. These are the people who try, and I can not find, become so alien a rarity, their research seems increasingly futile, and proliferate the hypocrites, liars, people arid, empty ones, useless boxes of meat that are scrambling to be gear bigger than a system that feeds on itself. That sucks, I assure you that I feel in my big flaw best of them, yet for someone I feel guilty to feel similar feelings, arrogance? maybe, but I prefer truth to lies, hypocrisy prefer honesty, doing good to prefer the cynicism. If you're like me are happy, but know that they are winning.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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Yes, but from Brazil? We leave
Of course the news does everything to make me have a fit (but still uses that word?), The case is asked to Brazil for the extradition of Cesare Battisti good man, now, I just Whether he was one of many, if he was the boss, or a bloodthirsty killer repudiated even by his "comrades" not relevant, it is a terrorist, and that's enough, because these individuals, whatever their nature may be, to commit crimes against the common people under the pretense of defending ideals (they are the saviors of the world) that only they (or who belong to a few) and this allows them to do what they want, and if you do not know anything is not good, but basically, you do it for you.
But here I will not quibble about the terrorists, who repent too late or even claim to be innocent fallen into a kind of ideological turbines (there is free will people, if you condition, the fault is all our guests so much conditional) . I said that what made me turn the propeller blades was seeing our prime minister who humbly Cazzutissimo asked not to spoil relations with Brazil the only reason ..... ah no? after the Minister of Justice (Brazil?) told us that "we were the years of lead" and that the Baptists in Italy that is not protected (but jokes? here you come out of jail quickly, and if you have been BR You can also ask the board!, why? Well, we say that the Italian judiciary is ever so slightly to the left .... well, but it is only a hypothesis), in short, gratuitous insults, to which we must respond Feram and determined, and mollaccioni not as usual, especially when the criticism is from Brazil, come on, do not hide our heads in the sand, there seems to be a country to learn something? especially in the field of justice, and social policy, have favelas, children disappear every day, wealth is poorly distributed and for the benefit of a few (other than Italy) and three-quarters of these few are drug dealers (or weapons) the remaining ... corrupt politicians. Then if we talk about justice, then we say that a good part of Nazi criminals who escaped capture was evenly distributed in South America. This system "perfect" our criticism, which is far from perfect (especially long will corrupt and politicized), but is light years ahead of them. Will that ruin the relationship with Brazil is also more difficult to "phenomena to overpay" for Milan? The question I leave outstanding assessed you, you decide.
Ah, "la Repubblica" today, we read that the brother of C. Battisti reveals the persecution suffered by his brother, guilty of "exaggerated" following the ideals, but not the monster that depict all, in fact, practically did nothing, other components that are used as a scapegoat for poor ... that sentence makes me, you know, has a family, we had as its victims, but jail people. 
Of course the news does everything to make me have a fit (but still uses that word?), The case is asked to Brazil for the extradition of Cesare Battisti good man, now, I just Whether he was one of many, if he was the boss, or a bloodthirsty killer repudiated even by his "comrades" not relevant, it is a terrorist, and that's enough, because these individuals, whatever their nature may be, to commit crimes against the common people under the pretense of defending ideals (they are the saviors of the world) that only they (or who belong to a few) and this allows them to do what they want, and if you do not know anything is not good, but basically, you do it for you.
But here I will not quibble about the terrorists, who repent too late or even claim to be innocent fallen into a kind of ideological turbines (there is free will people, if you condition, the fault is all our guests so much conditional) . I said that what made me turn the propeller blades was seeing our prime minister who humbly Cazzutissimo asked not to spoil relations with Brazil the only reason ..... ah no? after the Minister of Justice (Brazil?) told us that "we were the years of lead" and that the Baptists in Italy that is not protected (but jokes? here you come out of jail quickly, and if you have been BR You can also ask the board!, why? Well, we say that the Italian judiciary is ever so slightly to the left .... well, but it is only a hypothesis), in short, gratuitous insults, to which we must respond Feram and determined, and mollaccioni not as usual, especially when the criticism is from Brazil, come on, do not hide our heads in the sand, there seems to be a country to learn something? especially in the field of justice, and social policy, have favelas, children disappear every day, wealth is poorly distributed and for the benefit of a few (other than Italy) and three-quarters of these few are drug dealers (or weapons) the remaining ... corrupt politicians. Then if we talk about justice, then we say that a good part of Nazi criminals who escaped capture was evenly distributed in South America. This system "perfect" our criticism, which is far from perfect (especially long will corrupt and politicized), but is light years ahead of them. Will that ruin the relationship with Brazil is also more difficult to "phenomena to overpay" for Milan? The question I leave outstanding assessed you, you decide.
Ah, "la Repubblica" today, we read that the brother of C. Battisti reveals the persecution suffered by his brother, guilty of "exaggerated" following the ideals, but not the monster that depict all, in fact, practically did nothing, other components that are used as a scapegoat for poor ... that sentence makes me, you know, has a family, we had as its victims, but jail people.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Is It Ok To Eat Honey With Beeswax In It?
I'm back after a long pause (from the blog, working a frenzy as every year) Christmas, I go with a lot of things I go through your head, so many, too many.
First, a quick budget, last year was not Spirited, but not disastrous, we were the worst years, and one just past, I do not mean to complain too much, maybe a couple of grumbling but nothing more.
I have a lot of things to say and a lot of facts to comment on, criticize, devastate, easily and as usual, politically incorrect, but water has passed under the bridge and then we got earlier this year, we make good for a little.
Just today, however, troubled me (just) one thing I've read online, basically looking for information about "Leyden jar", what they are doing and why they will not tell us, we only know that they are the cradle of modern electronic capacitors. Sought and found, happy of everything I decide to investigate on a forum of "fixed", do not get me wrong, I love who devotes all his energy and spare time to a single passion, because it ends up excel, and those forums are deducted from them always useful information, practice and sometimes comical. Follow the questions
inaccurate and written with an Italian approximate a user's eager to try to do a lot of things potentially dangerous (in some cases deadly!). Answered and followed suggestions on how to achieve higher power elett4riche, generators etc Tesla. The user in question turns out to have fifteen years, fiddles with dangerous things, and almost certainly do so without adequate precautions. Fortunately, someone who tries to intervene bring order, and warns of potential dangers, and recommended the boy to do the calculations before implementing any project, a pair of Fourier series (which averages certainly has not already) may serve to put everything in security .... bah .
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