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First snow!

I write for the first time from your office PC. I hope someone did not take it if consumption pagatissimo few minutes of my time writing business amenities that beyond the scope on which I write for 5 months now.
But today is a special day: it's snowing!
This morning when I went to go get the bus it was raining hard. After about twenty minutes through the window fogged up I saw a red car ... with the bonnet and the roof covered with a good amount of snow. Then I looked out through the cracks where the glass was wet past the gloved hand of the Muslim girl sitting next to me, the sidewalks were bleaching as the water was thickened, turning from a drop and bow.
When the bus arrived at Bridge of the Angels, that is, on the other side of the center of Vicenza and the office (that horrible word, stale, old, musty), have come down because I could not enjoy the this show. I like the snow makes me happy and I know that I should confine myself to stay in that room I felt condemned flocking to see, so I declined. Nothing is so far from one point to another in Vicenza, is very close.
Plus I had the Clarks because they are well on their sixth winter do not take a drop so I put a pair of hiking shoes (hiking boots the mica, the sole is similar in most of these are low) and I could go on secure.
Just a few steps after the umbrella was laden with snow, the course was wet and not whitewashing again but was enough to wait a while 'to see the cover paving stones a little at a time: more and more I went on the road grew white, like the machines and umbrellas and coats of people hunched to protect themselves. It was also felt the weight of snow on the roof of the umbrella.
is nice to work in downtown and this is one of those days that makes you even more pleasure. I love the snow. Create the unexpected twists it changes the day: people in the car goes into panic by a surprise snowfall provided a couple of days ago. It is nice to walk in the snow going to the office, at least to me it's fun and change the mood.
Snow is one of those phenomena that should give the inalienable right to all the people that they could enjoy. Nothing school, no work. For citizenship should be at home to shovel the sidewalks from the slopes of the garage to help people who can not clean their own space. And then, in the street in the garden in the parks to pull the snowballs and make snowmen with friends or neighbors children look for some down to have fun with the slide or bob.
But that's just my utopian vision, unfortunately the world can not be stopped even for an instant. We are too busy trying to ruin him.

Brent Corrigan, Shower

Culture media, real

Today, my attention was drawn by the network on two complaints of mold culture.

The first complaint comes from a discussion on Facebook on cinema that can be expanded in culture in general. A friend complains that the programming of a cinema of our city "follow the logic of the application of the average user who, apparently, is stock up on film mediocre and banal, often very Italian" blaming with inadequate support advertising in certain films that then makes them go "muted 99% of the time" aborting "Fuck the average tastes of the average programmers and fuck movies of Multiplex Roma Vicenza, Stradella of Filipinos, 1" (in the name of transparency goes!).

Under his rein many of his friends gave him reason for supporting him explaining that "the taste of the average is not even the taste of the average, but what of the average industry wants to impose" because "L 'Italian average, in fact, must be put in a position to choose freely " but the rest of the statistics that say it also " is more an article on the latest antics of Brizzi's interview with Martin Scorsese, and mtv Justin Bieber them win awards and not the Arcade Fire. because people will film-music-tv & co like diversionary to escape from everyday life with the brain in which they / we are muddy, and prefers to remove the brain rather than engage him. is what is commonly called entertainment, " better if you read as" in-detention cerebral .

I could not give a reason for all the speeches, because in reality a standardized and complied with, and who is not found has different personal tastes and alternative understood as " alternative to standardized" in tone and not sophisticated, it is not even considered, because it is out of business, not a variable to be considered because it falls within the virtuous circle for the mass-business, it's not worth spending money because does not return (enough).

I like that this debate is founded on the very day of the strike of the show against the cuts at the expense of the government sector that will cause serious damage to cultural heritage and historical Italian.

I am afraid this policy of zero interest to entertainment and culture for a people without culture and a design and historical evolution of their country but not only, with a very short-term memory, is more manageable and malleable.

This discussion shows in its small way the hunger for culture that is there and if we put it in terms rougher, the business that may come around.

Finance Minister Tremonti said "with the culture you do not eat" and I think he's right: how to live when so many employees of museums, like him, get in for free because they have the party card or are u Paracha them, while ordinary people go there a few times a year because the ticket is more expensive also because of the lack of public subsidies and to recover the loss of income of Paraculo?

dusting off the old utopia that if you halve the deputies and senators, and also halve their salaries, we would find enough money with a good rest! But make contributions to the culture to promote such popular films as I find it a waste cinepannettoni despicable towards those who are truly committed to making culture and move people's consciences.
In Pompeii I think, I hope, have the same thought ...

The second one comes from friend lamenting that according to the analysis of the share of Monday evening, who shared the moralism Fazio & torque Saviano is part of the educated upper middle class and educated " while" the common people, the poor ignorant people but instead the GF11 ".

analysis came from a transmission of RAI-3 and therefore was biased, but the tenant should make clear that it did not look Italiot F & D has seen to force the GF, it 'that has stopped inevitably to eighth grade! It could also be the cinema or theater. Or make love.

addition, this comment shows how poor people were not in front of the TV on Monday night, but also inside on Saturday afternoon.

I am not a cultured and educated upper middle class but I look at the F & S because I try to understand the purpose: the first two episodes, I think a show based on knowledge of the underworld Saviano, which may be fine, but to a certain point.

F & S have formed a beautiful couple: one has the face of a what is the matter for a ride (= F) while the other seems too set (= S), both in spite of the guests, they also seem rather biased expression by false modesty, "Look how good we are" , especially the nice face. Then I do not trust the people exaggerate poses and moves like them both.

What I like about the program is that it is sensitive issue for our country, some still taboo for the backward state of mind of the boot, it seems sincere honesty and a good dose of irony, without hiding behind veils hypocrites hearing the story and review of the protagonists of the events and not that of someone who pretends to be Starletta.

the end are so many questions, which I think is one of the purposes of the program ... at least that's what happens to me, I find myself asking what I think, what I'd do it for them. It is not a passive listening but stirs their consciences.

However, if the program stops here and does not go anywhere without consequences, for example, it makes the legal euthanasia (and call it by its name!) Or not there are contributions to culture, is an end in itself and is useless. And we'll figure of Boccalon again.

How Do U Know Scorpio Man Is Interested

vaunted X-Factor 2010 - episode # 12 - Semifinal

I never thought to follow a series of X-Factor as this year. It all started by accident one evening watching the selections because there were and Elio Ruggeri, and because some of the aspiring contestants were really out of your mind and with an impressive self-esteem.

So I got to follow all the specimens losing only two episodes because I was not home, only to make the nights X-Factor being home to one or the other!

year Last I followed only the last 3 or 4 episodes because I saw I was having dinner until after training and I liked Mengoni, Giuliano and Yavanna, that the three finalists. While this year is not that just did not like when a child saw the Uefa Cup matches of Juventus hanging pictures of Morocco, Barros and Sergio Brio on the wall around the TV!

Why I immediately attached to Nevruz: it is a true artist with a powerful baritone voice but can also range on high and has shown tremendous talent singing songs of an Italy that he did not remember anyone. I started to cheer for him because in addition to reminding me of the early and Renato Zero Manuel Agnelli, Afterhours, I think the Italian music scene needs a soul as he and an artist of his kind, because, admittedly, the perfect and beautiful like the mothers and aunts and teenagers in the first heat, at least I, I sick and tired!

And then this year's competitors in the race were really good, the rate was high quality and without displeasing to you on the other hand, I was sorry to be out soon of the girls while Tatangelo Ruggeri groups that go out lasted too long.

Elio was what the package was stronger, with Emily who is already a professional with an edition of S. Remo in his pocket, we have to Nevruz decanted and Nathalie who are very strong and tenacious.

Children of Zebedee Maionchi I have broken the half-hour after the first episode! Just, please, there just one! For goodness sake, David is good, very good, but that sort of let them turn out to Hollywood because they do not need to Italian music it is likely to see our girls develop into hormone-crazed with boobs (girls, not the boobs, we only miss this !) for a tuft and a well-set eyes ...

But David knows we can do and be on stage. Many give the winner and gave me trouble last night to hear that the courts have already spoken of his career, as if he already knew. For heaven's sake, we do not make Vergara that there would be nothing scandalous (never trust a contest with the tele-voting), but the way they have not found proper.

But if ever he were to win, please, I hope to hear the suggestion of Elio (which will be a fool to amuse, but it is far!) That is not to sing anything that is offered him because he knows everything and sing well to choose carefully. Because a voice like hers for the usual songs "I tore my love and I shit you not to smear" (not even most just add a "bitch") is thrown away! I feel it is best for south of the typical rock songs, which really misses between the Italian music.

His novel is in fact one of those songs coincidentally written by Francesco Renga. We want him to grow up badly Bocchia ?

I will be sensitive to the themes but unpublished Nevruz Nathalie and I liked them hard!

What Nevruz is very beautiful and I find him no reason for the perfect text. Perhaps because the title, "Between love and evil" , is a bit 'as its description by Elio: between the abyss and success. Maybe because those words so love written by Bungaro (its also the song of Mengoni, I hope to bring good!) Has interpreted the Nevruz knows how to do! Perhaps because Nevruz is a bit 'funny' guy negligent but his soul is one of those desserts that has already felt the taste of gall on love (cited).

Nathalie made me head to the heart is amazing that a person has the opportunity to sing a song written by herself. His "Tall Story" is a text who discovers his inner tenderness of feeling lost in a swing and variety of pieces of glass (cited) beds and happy, cold rooms and excessive heat (cited).
It was presented with a voice to Janis Joplin or Gianna Nannini, he finished singing the song with a his soft voice, barely scratched by the rough Home.

A song that resurrects the part of us that after a while each inevitably lose 'if he has the desire to trust and to tackle difficult path. I saw her sing happy and safe. If you do not win

Nevruz I can only accept his victory.

And vice versa.

the other, a nice pat on the back of renewed encouragement and advice of helium.

And not to disprove, is already planning the menu for the final next Tuesday, expected guests at home. If then there are the Take That in full force, will be a diobono seratone missed!
I'm going to search Google's images Nevruz, Nathalie and Elio ...

Cervix Soft Day Before Period

does not add up

There are several things that I do not square about ten days now. It is not the amount of water that fell during this time, since I have memory, have always been inclined to keep us locked in the house, see, for example, in November 2000.

Luckily I have not been affected by the flood that submerged half the city center and several municipalities of the Veneto, so I write from a perspective outside without emotional involvement.

What I do not return are the statements of local politicians that I read in the Journal of Vicenza: a few hours from happening instead of the opposition to remove the mud from the streets shoveled on him the most, guilty of failure to notice of impending disaster in the face of cooperation in a difficult time. Among other things, the accusers are the same as in December 2001 for four flakes of snow lying in the city did go haywire all the roads had not thought of a plan. Congratulations to the brazen courage. Never loses an opportunity to look bad by saying things useless.

I do not back the chronology of events: Friday happy hour would be sent a fax to alert the towns on the situation of the rivers .... A fax?? Yes, fuck! Benedetta PA, luckily Minister Brunetta is banging for computerization of government offices quell'allerta otherwise would have been written in stone! And then, on Friday at that hour, in a public office, who can be found? Maybe, but even the cleaning lady. Each system is consciousness: the region said he had advised the Province that it did not receive anything, the City Council, defends the same way. Ask the cleaning lady ...

Saturday, October 30 are expected heavier rainfall and Arpav provides no more than 150 mm of rain. At the end of the detectors there are more than 400 (the same amount that can fall in one year), what that has not happened since 1882. So Sunday night at 31 it was decided to push through a loudspeaker to warn of the impending invasion of water along the streets. But who was behind that megaphone, a mute? Many say they have heard because the windows were closed and were sleeping: tell that to his mother every Sunday morning at which dell'arrotino ringing ears!

Then the second alert is sent via a fax Monday: fantastic! I guess the loser of a civil servant loyal to his duty to respond by sending a fax on a holiday now when the streets are canals!

Saturday 6 I was sent in a courtyard at 23:30 on Sunday 31 already flooded with water and alarmed homeowners had alerted the city police on the level of Bacchiglione: "Tranquilli (?) are the first to let us know, we will!" . Only, Monday, November 1 at 5:30 of a local police patrol was in a bakery to reassure the owner, alarmed at the level of the river "Tranquilli (!) We are monitoring the situation!" . A few hours later in the panettone cakes and bottles floated up to the counter.

I do not return the accounts when I hear people complain about the lack of space devoted by the flood of national media in favor of facts bad politics, immorality and morbidity: because of national visibility, if I have a water meter that devastates me home, I do not slam a sledgehammer! The national exposure I do not solve the problem and if my country for once in the national Tigga, maybe not immediately name & surname of a famous footballer, I'm not sure I'll be in front of the television to hear it! And the people of Rome as that of Cuneo you can move a little bit of compassion but not my ass and legs to make her come here and give us a hand.

We have threatened not to pay the income tax of tenercela and now the politicians have poured into the city. Fear them not even receive a salary, eh?

I return accounts for the rate of demand for money: politicians political category of industrial representatives and trade unionists gathered in the choir of the star claiming their right to several hundred million euro compensation for damages. Apart from the fact that the word 'immediately' give me much trouble, you know a child spoiled, but we are still covered with mud and you already know how much money do we need? Congratulations, who's had this eye or this clinical brain that has multiplied the average cost of a car, kitchen, living room, dining room and one room for all the families affected by flooding?

"We Venetians, we pay taxes - as you no, then there are tanning and goldsmiths failed running in Porsche - but then there comes back the money going to all of those southerners or thieving Rome ... "is a refrain known. ... Money put them at the same level of 'now', even worse. I hate them. But, alas, are fundamental.

But I naturally a "fuck you" to those who now take well around, because the same people who now with his eyes bulging insist on their right to compensation money they had been there yes, even many, to prevent this disaster with the works of maintenance or construction of levees in containment. Too bad that they remained only on paper, when I got ... on paper! The joke is that even part of that money been spent doing nothing, even compensate for a joint venture that could not perform the work contracted for the prefect of the time had stopped work for reasons of public order.

Perfect description of Italy: we get lost behind one thousand evaluations and discussions from day to day changes the situation keeping the country. Meanwhile, a foreign nation in a jiffy takes nothing to build a military base without asking many permits. In this we should learn, and a bit sorry for himself 'less.

Fuck you ask for money if we do not even know who takes them to use them?

We do recycling, we will pay fees for charity, we almost everything we asked and required to do. Politicians and administrators do is talk. They are incompetent irresponsible.

E 'opened an investigation: the case against unknown is "unjustifiable mess" . Handcuffing those who do not meet their responsibility by downloading them onto others. Their names and last names with photos are supplied by a dozen days in the Journal of Vicenza. Anyway, the police know where to find them.

I return accounts to the dismay of all the volunteers: possible that every time you do a good deed we should be surprised, according to the law that makes more noise than an emotional tree growing than one that falls? I think anyone who cares about their city instinctively lift my ass to help her settle down after that mess! I am surprised to the contrary in fact, are saddened me to see these kids smiling at their spritz drink at the bar in vogue at that time on the bus passing in front of volunteers. Tarnished our image reflected in the glass squeaked by their clothing in order by Saturday afternoon. Or rather, it was the opposite! But I'm not totally useless, because they sense the presence of volunteers. It moved me to know there is someone who came from outside.

I do not return the accounts as long as I stay with his nose fixed on the LCD in my office while the city needs a hand. I wanted to have in hand a broom and a shovel to be dirty and sweaty, because work in situations of this type is of secondary importance. It would be nice to agree with them, with serenity, a time change to work from 8 to 14 and only 2 hours to ask permission to join the others who helped the poor people or who fanned to clean up the town. But the world is not perfect and some have other priorities, or just ignores them .

I do not return the accounts of the words of the President of the Province: it says that the volunteers were be prepared and organized. He was crying in the sewer money to burn until its citizens were offered for crapped? A good example I have lived in the municipal we were too much and produced accordingly. Perhaps they were not used for such production. The fact is that we risked becoming witnesses of the first volunteers for redundancy . At least we took over a big laugh, but close enough for that ...

I do not return the accounts of other dragons: the ones that cling to the displaced and gutted houses without windows are desperate and I can even understand them. Those who throw stones are those who offer their skills or they can ask for money or by multiplying the normal rate. They deserve to suffer from hemorrhoids exaggerated for at least a couple of years!

I keep two pictures on Saturday: the first at the municipal work to fill sandbags. More than 20 people of various ages, immediately arranged to bend work with pleasure and want to talk music with their lives from the past present and future in harmony, as if it were not the first time you saw.

at the end of the second day of volunteering, I, Anna, Leo, Mary (two guys who showed me a great pleasure to see again after a lot of time and would like to attend more often) and Eleanor (friend of Anna University, who came specially from the deep province of Treviso), and in dirty overalls, a walk to the center and mixed in with others like us who were mixed on Saturday afternoon.

A indescribable taste, and like the race for the city, shame to have to wait for a flood to experience these situations.

I will not be easy, but does not add up.

How Does Unavailable Call Happen

Monday afternoon, the sky baskets emptied of water continuously. My city was under water for much. I did not know until two text messages at lunchtime I asked what it was like. Actually, I did not know that my city was in the national news, something that has not happened even when Italy won the Cup! So I turn on the TV and put on the national Tigga and see what was happening: banks destroyed by the force of water, rivers rise up against their banks have poured through the streets of towns and villages on the outskirts of bullying entering the homes of others since the early hours of the day.

The view from my town looked like a sea with islands sticking out at random. Awesome. I'd seen on television, but other times when it comes to their city the effect is different and my stomach tightens.

Around 3:30 in the afternoon I could not feel more at home and despite the rain and just returned from a lunch by the mother of Anna that I was filled as a pepper, I decided: mesh technique, an old tracksuit pants workout I slipped my shoes and ran outside. Or rather, I went out to run. As often happens when I go biking, I had no goal. I wanted to go downtown to realize what it was like no matter the distance. I went out and started running. I got to where I could, to where the civil defense and have given me the water. I could not see those streets the day before I rode a scooter. Not because I got there, indeed, but because they were covered with brown water, from about five feet of muddy water.

At one point I found myself gasping out of the race but rather by a sense of wonder and surrender I felt helpless before this unexpected lake that covered roads and bridges.

I was stunned to fix a boat to pass along a street ... where it usually passes the bus ... apocalyptic scenes. There were many onlookers who take pictures commented in disbelief and amazement.

Two days of rain led to intense continuous uninterrupted surface human imperfection and the relentlessness of nature.

I kept running from one form of agitation took almost wanted to run away from what I was seeing. At one point I found myself running in the middle of the road: Monday was a holiday but there were very few cars around, most of them locked away from the city center, others, unfortunately, take a walk by the force of the water. Running across the road in an apocalyptic situation, with orange and yellow leaves fluttered around me to shake the air by a hot wind. Seemed to have just exploded a nuclear plant. In the street walking on the tracks before the train was running in the middle of the road listening to the beat of shoes on the asphalt and my heart under the shirt that echoed in my ears.

At that point I decided to go to the station since the morning after at 7 I had to take a train to Milan and the situation was critical. At the entrance I found myself among a lot of trolley kept gleaming up from people worried about their destination while the board told me that everything was smooth and the delays were limited.

It was getting dark and I had nothing visible except a few pieces reflective shoes. So I backed off and I started running toward the house. Do not listen to the right knee, telling me that something like me can afford at most once every 15 days because his lungs pushing me forward all while my brain was thinking of the amazing scenes that had recorded just before.

The streets were turned into canals.

We can build the roads to make life more comfortable but if we do not consider other ways such as cleaning up rivers, and not their banks and beds of rivers, these are the inevitable consequences.

I was pretty disgusted but not surprised me that much about the early criticism of the political minority in my town in the administration: advantage of a similar disaster where many people pay the consequences of the atrocities of all previous administrations only to discredit the rival political advantage is a cowardly act and disrespectful to those who (with) lives in the mud in the house. Moreover, they are words that have no utility in these situations. It 's always nice to see people wasting opportunities to keep your mouth shut rather than get busy.

Eventually, the station away from home and back roads of way I direct the course for almost 18 kilometers, which has never happened before, and with appropriate pauses live to realize what we had seen before on TV I put less than a football game recovery included.

pity that tarmac is not the joy of my knee.

pity you for having exploited a flood through my city on foot and have run in the middle of the road in a day without traffic jams.

pity it had not yet understood that we Small humans are nothing.