Sof in action 31/01/2007
You Here I am again after a long pause and due late autumn and various festivals.
I was quite busy even though many people think that being a housewife el'inoccupata does not require a physical and mental effort.
Let's say I wanted to bear a bit 'myself, my space and my brain organization, however I would not declare never completed. Despite an imam of a mosque in northern Italy has declared that "women have no soul" I could show him that just are not all brainless.
Sending and preparation of the "little thoughts" Christmas to my correspondents I brought into conformity with the latest brain energy left before the departure for Austria.
I noticed that now people must think on two levels: the plan real and virtual worlds.
Let me explain. In 'pre-internet era there were the fixed telephone, photocopying, fax and typewriter. Today, with the PC and the phone is as if many people lived INSIDE these media today. It 's hard to make this idea because many now well accustomed you are addicted to this way of life and perceived as natural and right, as if something had to wash with like bubble bath. I see it in my
daily life. I write letters from the age of seven years. My first correspondent was my "little nun" asylum in Ravenna I attended at least about a year before moving to Faenza. The distance was the glue and the reason that first prompted me to start writing, certain that my mother, a teacher, he reread the letter to find any spelling errors before you send it.
Internet and mobile phones give the impression that the distances are zero but in reality it is not. Roma in my mind is always far, even though I know that in a few hours by train (at a price not suitable for service nd St.) I can reach it. Japan always seems hyperspace tonight even if I could talking with my friend in Osaka and swap photos in real time. We seem close, we could almost touch it. But what if the power goes off? Black screen. The idea that I immediately jumps to mind is the coldness and death. But I have a pen, paper, and I know that I can come through the mail where I want my voice. Nothing else interests me and so I will not repine. Instead I imagine that many young people would be inguaiati in the above situation.
I recently made new acquaintances through the matching sites on the Internet. The unfortunate thing is that many, after an introduction by e-mail a letter and then stop writing or just prefer to send e-mail is not really exciting. Sometimes it seems to me that some people when speak using the same "magnetic stripe", a bit 'as they do still in some radio stations where a compilation of songs is repeated ad infinitum. The sequence of words and events is described as if I saw her already highlighted in their brain type presenters who read the signs behind the cameras.
The worst of the worst are the business cards online, the "sites drawer". I decided to call them because they make me think of my tape. This is an old wooden trunk, painted orange, which still maintains. My father built it with planks of wood that was on the beach of Lido Adriano back to the 70s during the "Italica Depression," when we had a wood stove and went to look for fuel adrift. Well, this tape in the years of my life took in everything from games, comics, books, research, secrets, "Robin" for art plasticaglia post and now all that is needed to put Mark affixed to your PC or cars R / C.
sites "box" are those useful Internet addresses where one can insert your own blog (or diary), infos, photos, videos, etc. ... put Potendoci all are like a container to fill. I have a little 'discussed earlier, but lately the phenomenon has expanded so much that I gave to communication problems I once did not have. They say: "But why do not you write me? - Wow, I should remember that Mr. X is written in such and such site which is accessed with a password that I yz maybe I created just to talk with Mr. X. Absurd!! Then you understand the e-mail announcing: Ms. Y has sent you a message. To read it click that link and re-write the damn password ... but ehh that sucks! In conclusion, many obstacles for a really quick and effective communication?
For God's sake, I'm not here to condemn the utility of the web world, but I think you are going really well. I have to use the network with a grain of salt.
And now an urgent appeal. I do not do anything Christmas greetings via the internet or text messages from people who do not live at least a year. Ahhh yes, forgot that both have activated that cabbage promotion messages for free with this number. There are so many promotions and telephone companies that now if you do not throw this kind of market we almost feel guilty. Ehhh yes "This will save! --- But in the meantime you've spent the euro for the activation of the service and are attached to a screen, nothing like a real human face ... but, Sofia, there are camera phones. And cheers but then, why do not we shoot them all? This company has absolutely zero sense of touch is not intended as a courtesy, but as an instrument of power and human body. Then we wonder why people are not sensitive and only think about their own business. For the next Christmas
authorize you to send greetings only who shows up during the year in some way. Of course, if I hear your voice every now and then I'd be happier. And I come to say that there is no time, because if there is throughout the year, at Christmas does not exist I assure you. Focusing on ourselves at Christmas we lose sight of the other, of course.
However, I was already away in Austria from December 23. The unusual heat this winter has not spared the Austrian Alps as compared to previous years the snow was non-existent. Only on the Kitzsteinhorn glacier near Kaprun (nice name: imagine the inhabitants!)-South of Salzburg snow-reigned supreme. A thousand feet is a different music and there he established the college to Austrian winter sports (such as a snow sports Coverciano). On top of the glacier there was a snow park so huge that we decided to take the elevator to the summit of the glacier to see how it was structured. Up there I ate my usual Suppe (soup, I need to make the poop) at the restaurant and after the tunnel, which cuts the mountain climbing for three hundred meters, there we enjoyed the spectacular views over the Alps.
For the record I tried to jump over mounds of snow parks. They are made in to be higher and higher and faster. In the end it is natural to make the jump. I have a sparkling ball!
take advantage of the absence of snow for a ride to the delight of my portfolio.
We went to Munchen, Kufstein and Rosenheim. All names that you might not say anything but I always make an erotic effect. Munchen was not an output programmed as usual for us is a summer stage. The center was crowded as usual and after I separated from Marco-usually divide us and we meet after 2 or 3 hours because I fiondai-diversity of interests in the shops I had not seen the previous summer.
Result: shopping for Dad braked type cassette with the songs of the German sailors SEELORDS group, a small fish in silver mallet, two pairs of underpants, a pair of earrings really tiny (I re-made holes) and the complete set of three books titled "Der Dative Genitiv sein ist dem Tod" (The dative is the death of the genitive).
This phrase, which I consider highly orgasmatica, it struck me so much that I thought - Wow, this writer must be a really crazy .- In practice, it is an essay on modern German language, with clarification on how to speak correct and current trends vocabulary and grammar. All written with wit and wisdom.
Rosenheim, south of Munich, it was known only to the Media Markt biggest we had ever seen. After due ritual visit to this mecca of technology, where as usual I took the opportunity to listen trillion CD and they will not even buy a (much exhaust ... but I know that a singer named CLICK CLICK DEKKER not even have the Mule) quietly visited the city center. I bought a bottle as a souvenir in the shape of the sperm head which is the cap. It is complete with all eyes and tail and is attached label with writing "Potenzerl" which means "little power". There is also a disegnetto of Potenzerl says - Ich komme! (I am) -.
The transparent liquid in the bottle is obviously white and says which is a cream liqueur. Much alcohol, yet I did not try to Pippin, I am afraid to see the effects of the chemical reaction in her body after swallowing this liquor.
Kufstein is a border town and is located in Austria, near the border with Bavaria. From there it returns to the highway access. After having bought a book addressed to men with questions and answers to understand women (the standard "Because she spilucca from my plate?", "What really makes a home all day?", "What do you think of older men ? "or" I must get me a shower before having sex? "), we headed to the mountains the center of the country to visit the fort.
This imposing building is very impressive. In the past as a prison, where they died too many of our Risorgimento, is now a museum and reminder of the Risorgimento and disreputable isitituzioni and events of the Middle Ages as the witch-hunts and the Inquisition. The captions of the exhibits and historical explanations are also written in Italian. A chance to dust off the history and techniques of torture to find out how the abominable practice of sawing the body of individuals committed to his feet upside down. No doubt about it: a real mess! The cells of the fortress are really so cold that one time when we ended up in a cool were also serious. Through a series of steps up and down the walls to reach the underground tunnel that runs through the whole castle by cutting the mountain. I doubt that there is only one and who knows what secrets it contains. To complete the picture of this pleasant and happy, in the most exposed to the sun of the walls there is a botanical garden of the empress. With the summer season has to do its good impression I guess. This suggests to me that beyond the secret societies, formally hampered by the rulers, themselves cultivate shared interests in part by the secret societies themselves, sort of alchemy and esoteric.
It 's a bit like the legend of the birth of writing. I seem to have understood that one theory is that aliens have taught men to write and build pyramids and other megalithic monuments quite a few 'years ago. I do not know if what you say is correct, then take it all with the benefit of inventory. I was reminded by this connection to the Chinese legend that says that in 2962 BC on the banks of the Yellow River Fu Hsi met a dragon that revealed the secret of writing. Then helped people to become civilized, to learn how to use the compass and the team to take measures, to compose music, go fishing and to domesticate animals. We do not know then if the dragons - or the aliens? - Have repented of having helped the genre human.
are drawn from imaginary creatures and fantastic and I really wonder if the lizard Kommode Islands Kommode it really is the last remaining dragons.
One last question about the castle of Kufstein. There, in the main tower is preserved the largest pipe organ in the world, and the first open, the sound is heard at several miles away. I read that with the summer (it's a bit 'chilly on the tower) on certain days and hours playing it. It 'called "the organ of the Heroes", the hunters of the Kaiser, and was conceived in the nineteenth century. It's really a lot of feeling and is immersed in an atmosphere of eerie and gothic. Then with all the crows flying around in heaven without restraint, I think even Mike Buongiorno would dare to utter his famous motto: joy!
I read an endless reportage on China in the journal Geo a bit 'of months ago.
talk about the crisis caused by the institution of the family model of the model required an only child.
The consequences in a nutshell is as follows: little chance of seeing their son carried out on a decent job.
E 'similar to what happens to us for many years. Once we were children, many children, because we knew that maybe someone lost it and served as an assistant for domestic work as it was. A little 'they are made culture, because it was so and no one imagined that it could be otherwise. Now, thanks to the economic crisis, many choose not to have children or, follow the current fashion and make it two. In China, once said:-At least one of our children going places. We place all our hopes for them all the parents .-
Now they say: - We have only one child and we have to put all our hope in him ... and if you can not do it but then we discovered ???--- ahhh The famous X-factor to which children who do not usually think. Will he make it? Will be happy? Will be achieved through a good business? And what about if he dies?? With only one child would be a catastrophe and the Chinese are not accustomed in these shock of course. I can understand them.
Having eliminated until recently, the daughters of the Chinese males are therefore in greater numbers than women. This is also a big problem. I wonder if there are single or if the Chinese way of life has not been taken into account.
course, if a worker earns about € 12:32 per hour without guarantees, security and time limits, I believe that this choice today's convenience.
Another thing that makes me apprehensive is the Muslim invasion today. I do not want to do with all the apples and oranges, there are people who are not Muslim fanaticism and live by certain Western ways but cabbage, Muslims are nevertheless united by one thing that is missing now to Christians: a single faith. For them, those not of their religion is an infidel and as such eliminated. This discussion could also apply to other religions such as Scientology or Judaism. And I repeat, I only speak from personal experience. I have not dealt with studies in this regard.
Only they are many and make many children. Here it may manifest itself a new future of Muslim peoples revenge after the historic defeat suffered in Vienna.
I put almost all my CDs on your PC. I saved everything in mp3 (now obsolete format) Hard-Disc. I went back to the old and first love, the vinyl record.
Yes, indeed the "Compact Disc" I do not say anything and does not justify the selling price. Although only 10 euro, however, are always twenty thousand francs for a piece of plastic that does not give me taste. Just
if there is a particular issue but I'd think Janis Joplin played in its original Seventies is another effect. The music of that era that was designed to support audio and not for other, more cold, rarefied, artificial. It fascinates me the discs. It gives me the idea that the price I pay makes sense, in a nutshell, I comply. The covers large, those old images ... all contribute to influence my purchase and increase my attraction to this object of desire. If I'm running to trade shows in the area. Among the my latest acquisitions, a 33 rpm of Rick Wakeman "The Six Wives of Henry VIII." Where the symphonic work through each member of YES describes a composition of the six wives of the English king. On the cover we can read these short portraits of women for the age I am lucky.
It was not so stupid that Henry VIII and so cruel as I have painted in the past. Females who chose were all ripe, early thirties. Of course the worst was of German origin - Anne of Cleves. " Other than that it was just not accustomed to housework and reading, but in practice a ignoramus knew how to be pragmatic when the King wanted to get rid of her by offering it the title of "Sister of the King "and a comfortable home apart from court life. What came later, Catherine Howard, was the youngest of the wives, only twenty years and still searching for their own sexual identity as experienced experiences promiscuous. Poor Henry, who loved her to madness, could not bear this shock and condemned to be beheaded.
Films:
I really liked the remake of the usual unknown directed by George Clooney, I must admit, is an actor who appeals to me. Ok, it will be a cliche, but I like as an actor, not only because it is beautiful. Even in the 3 RE is brilliant. This film is really thinking about what that there may be parallel to the wars in the Middle East. Poverty and interests of various kinds, money go round and incompetent which should ensure the proper conduct of peace operations. All
questionable but this does not preclude that there may be the truth.
ERAGORN - I do not know how the book, but the film does not tell me anything. Just because there are dragons, otherwise I would not have made the mistake of watching it. But now I know who may have stolen the bronze dragons from the fountain of Faenza. Will not do away with it for much longer. The salvation of the world is still more important. Ok, let him that the dragons in my house are now in a new rich of Shanghai, the architect Cin Hello Lin, for example, big fan of the legend of Fu Hsi.
CARS I loved it. Unfortunately I do not know the world of NASCAR racing but there are details like the names of the conductors or the commentary of some sponsors that are sbellicare laughter.
Then I saw the new versions of old glories as POSEIDON and THE FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX. I prefer the original versions but I must say that Poseidon has kept me with my heart in my throat until the end. It might have been more reassuring to look at the whole thing live from an inert spectator.
But why the Germans always have to do the figure of the bad guys and idiots in the movies?? Those are characteristics common to all peoples in some percentage.
were perhaps the most good when the Russians on the White Sea in the first gulag archipelago of Solovtni forced inmates to stay in balance while sitting on piles driven into the walls of the cell for hours? The first one that fell did so dry. To conserve ammunition and then tied them to the trunks and threw them down a flight of steps leading historic landing after more than three hundred steps. The arrival was to be worthy of a splatter film. But a film about these events run the mica.
all for now ... I would write more, but went really long time since I write mainly to certain people. This year I plan to write more.
The man ceases to believe in God begins to believe in everything. Chesterton
Ratings have become mere paper ludi. Fanfani
You can not have your cake and eat it too. By my father
It is true that death is the worst of all evils, it is a relief pei mortals who are tired of suffering. Metastasio
I love you. Sofia
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