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Despite the Italians.

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This morning at eleven other business appointment. With rival art director Karl Marx who, it says, was deeply concerned about our destiny as much as us.
"As long as you're alone like me, in one way or another they arrange, but with two children is not so easy." Thank goodness someone understands that, beyond optimism and irony that we try to keep that end up with a family on his shoulders and no way to maintain dignity, is one of the worst things that can happen.
Whether a week is a crucial fact. If the layout of the quarterly boat for rich people with more than thirty feet I do not create any problem, I am rather concerned at the proposal that I submitted to the company that produces management software. Being in the race is not a big deal, but be in conjunction with the real job - I mean the price paid, even though few - it gives me some problems, if only for a matter of time.
We'll see what comes out today by the encounter with this new publisher and what the future potential. What is sure is that I have not managed to reach a minimum economic security. I'm pretty still in the midst of a hand of Texas Hold'em, some paper in my hand I have, but I have no idea if I can take home mail.

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Teeth and books

Rain and bad weather favors introspection, the depth of ideas, the deep reflection. They say the usual eminent scholars, now famous for the daily discovery of hot water, a bit 'as Saviano.
'm happy to have gone back to work. Not that they address a situation still very uncertain, but to move his hands to earn at least a thousand euro that I'll see if all goes well, within three months.

The only insight I can afford this morning then archaeological excavation of my checking account, reduced to not more than a few hundred euro. The girl from Messina
I received yesterday. The work would also be interesting, but, as usual, correctly warned me that I'll still be competing with other facilities. The thing does not bother me much. I worked for free for months, one week or less I will change some lives.
What I'm really running out of is the trickle of visits by the dentist. By the fifth round yesterday and the third tooth.

As a child, visits to the pediatrician, an old doctor who looked at Habsburg origins Geppetto, accompanied by a small gift: a model car, some soldier, and the like .

Maybe this is the reminder that every time I leave the dentist I I put in a library. Even if I could not ignore them, in less than fifty yards, I have to see the windows of the Press, the School of Library and Library of Puccini. Thus, appointment after appointment, I always return home with a book in hand.

I took advantage of discounts of 25 percent on Oscar Mondadori, to buy Oil Pier Paolo Pasolini, the discount card for the Feltrinelli L 'Island Sukkwann David Vann and discounts of 25 percent throughout the Library of course, for The currency Akragas Andrea Camilleri and Barney's version of Mordecai Richler.
Now I hope to finish soon with these damn teeth because, ten euro at a time, I've already spent almost forty two weeks, and is something that I can not afford to continue to do for much longer.

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11-13 March 2011 CULTURAL CENTER OF THE TREE FOSSOLI Carpi (MO)

E 'was a beautiful weekend, last night we left with tears in our hearts, we regret very much to come away from the Tree House. We met some wonderful parents, mothers with so much pain and anger in the heart but they do everything to find their puppies / kittens. Our Serena was present with us on Saturday gave me a message to EVP, EVP and yesterday a resounding message for his dad. Words too good, he repeated several times the word father, and told him to talk more about the choir music (Serena wanted to tell his dad to talk more about the concert, this means that appreciates this and spurs him to go on), it was a wonderful response, Pier was doubtful whether to continue with the concert, and here SERENA HAS answer is very clear. E 'was great HEAR REPEAT AT LEAST 4 TIMES THE WORD PAPA' as they can clearly hear, told him many things and among other things told him to go slow waiting for him in CASA. WHEN WE ARRIVED AT HOME No power :-) PIER AND 'HAVE TO GO IN CELLAR TO TURN ON THE SWITCH. I have interpreted as a sign of Serena, Serena, was at home waiting for us :-) :-) SERENA has sent greetings to his godfather and also BIRBA :-) I believe our sons and daughters are with us, YOU DO NOT HAVE LOST. GRACE AND ALL X FLAVIA 14/03/2011 HAPPY MONDAY AFTERNOON TO ALL THE SITE! FLAVIA THE GREATEST! SERENA WONDERFUL! SHARING OF PURE JOY! Believe PIER! "PAPY STRONG WHEN YOU KNOW THE RIGHT TURN KNOB PART TIME TOGETHER TO SHOUT ALL THAT LIFE GOES ON! And details are still coming in! FLAVIA 14/03/2011 Dear Grace, Your reading this message has bounced "PAPY STRONG WHEN YOU KNOW RIGHT FROM THE TURN THE KNOB" you know nothing, because nothing else I said. Yes, PIER TO TALK WITH SERE AT THE END OF THE MESSAGE WAS THAT OK? THAT 'THE WORD THAT USED always calm in every situation. PIER AFTER THE SAID OK? ADRIANA SCAFICCHIA TAPED MESSAGE FOR SERENA AND ONLY A FEW HOURS ('cause I phoned PIER) WE KNEW THAT THIS MESSAGE WAS A STRONG STRIKER. HERE IS THE MESSAGE THAT HAS BEEN PIER "I LOVE YOU, FROM A UN'ABBRACCIO BIRBA. VA PLAN CI was at home. OFTEN DO NOT WASH THE DISHES! ZERO RUN ITS as a couple. When you go home CALL THE BROTHER AND THAT 'A MODEL A SAMPLE OF 'HIS ADDRESS. PAPA' INSIDE JOB react C'E 'CHI body. PAPA' WILL 'BEAUTY including calls PAPA' AND DAUGHTER ARE NOT FAR AWAY. BACI TI PORTO PLEASE, I HAVE ALREADY 'I HAVE LEFT MANY SIGNS PROVED TO BE VERY DISTANT being your face now I've given you a good message. PAPA 'you have to talk more' than singing group. PAPA '... "He called me recently to say that Pier Friday his brother did not feel good mentally and greeted all the people who were at heart ... we did not know ... THAT WAS NOT GOOD AND THE BROTHER OF PIER 'was deeply struck by the message ... PIER phoned to tell him yesterday when he called TWICE THE PIER AND HAVE READ THE MESSAGE HAS NOT BEEN reaction because 'It was very SHOCKED BECAUSE' IT 'MADE AWARE THAT IT SEEMS THAT THE SERENA HAS SEEN AND HEARD ..... We know that Serena sees and hears everything. ADRIANA THANKS, YOU ARE GREAT! SERENA THANKS, BUT THANK GOD ABOVE THAT makes this possible.

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Beauty and the Beast

Friday evening we were invited to dinner by the former director. And who cares. In fact, it's what I thought. These were exciting things we found several years ago, in pre-parenthood.
imagine today, in this climate of disenchantment that has dwarfed our eyes everything that is not part of us, our family, our needs, our suffice to each other.

may have been too many disappointments, the ; unexpected behavior, being teased or worse, being ignored by the network with which each person thinks he has, that he had built over a lifetime.

And so, it is normal that you have no more desire to see people, be brilliant and witty, and polite, kind and all that series of things that we must bend in relationships with others. When every day you have to find ways to put together the ends meet, this kind of calls are really the last thing on the priority list.
Yet the former director is also nice to me, I can almost be said to love him as a great uncle, the one that has seen the world, which made things interesting, people who experienced strange.

Although his insistence to exclude our children has given me the invitation to think for a few seconds.
But how? Our children are older, educated, know how to sit at the table without disturbing the contrary, are always very interested to talk a bit 'bland and gossips that we adults often do. So why this exception? Oh Lord, will not be two mica swingers? No, it is not possible, we know the former director and his wife for almost twenty years, we grew up, he and his second daughter us our first-born, nearly simultaneously. Work and family, and this we were both all this time. That would be really inconceivable.
But the doubt is gone only when, upon our arrival, there was, in fact, the eighteen year old daughter and their boyfriend: an anonymous type, a bit 'bland, but nice-looking.
But then, why we could not bring our children as they have only a few years younger? Boh, go to understand people. He wanted to talk too serious or demanding? But no, it's over, my wife has taken bench for almost the whole evening telling true facts and invented stories, woven together in inextricable knots so that I too have struggled to separate truth from fantasy.
Maybe that's why we wanted at home, because they enjoy listening to this stream of things so far-fetched and funny because we have the game fishing in our faults and our foibles and make irresistibly funny to poke the eyes of others. As a couple to Sandra and Raymond, and Jim and Cheryl, John Lennon and Yoko Ono, Laurel and Hardy, Minnie and Mickey Mouse, Beauty and the Beast.
I do not know what to think, if on one side all that flatters me, I have the worm on the other to be used as a court jester who has to pay for the maintenance of the absent-minded king and queen.
But maybe I just can not help but be the usual bilious, cynical and mean malfidente. And to think that they were so nice and hospitable.

For this reason, when the former director called me Sunday afternoon to claim a bit 'of work, I did not have the strength to ask him if he had nothing better to do five in a wet Sunday in late March.

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Small miracles

Maybe because I relied on so stubbornly, or perhaps because things happen because they happen and can not do anything, the fact is that yesterday is a small miracle happened. Very small, but still a candle that heats at least a little 'heart.

The former director has entrusted me with the layout of a quarterly journal of boats. € 1200 in number, not much, 5000 € in a year, but it's a start, is something fixed, it is less than we spend each month to shop, but it means a fleeting breath of fresh air from the bag that we carry in my head for over a year.
We only hope that, next week, the girl from Messina performs another miracle and a miracle after another, we can say: "Finally the light."

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Now, now, by force

I leave the dentist, who is slowly killing me, one tooth at a time, and step in front of the Feltrinelli of Buenos Aires. Featured in dozens of copies of Saviano's latest book that, with that sly yellow cover, from a distance looks like a field of sunflowers. On the sidewalk of a blank five feet with his big face that hints half wry smile. I run my balls because it seems to me is Gaining the piss.
And speaking of lists and lists of which I have already mentioned, in passing this sentence I read Stendhal, "Catalogs are a very private vice, which revealed to others, proves to be a mortal sin."
The appointment of working with the marketing manager of Messina has been postponed. He still needs a few days to gather ideas all the way and then introduce a brief as complete as possible. I trust, because I know it's a serious person. Perhaps it is she who, at this point, should not trust me. Less good
the news by the former director, who calls me only when he needs to test Skype, which has just installed in the laptop's mother-in-law. I feel like a fish in the aquarium, or the monkey in the zoo, forced to show my face while on the other side of the glass, and evaluate the quality of the transmission.

might then miss the joke by mother-in-law - I've known quite a few 'years ago - the fact that I was fat? 'A bit like it happened to me, "he also had the courage to say, perhaps to sweeten the pill.
"What! - I say - are months that I only eat lunch shitty two granola bars and I say that? ". But my heart was crying, like it happens every time I remember the look is not exactly slender.
Apart from this, it seems that the work done for the revival of men's magazine has been lost in vain, since it is not yet any sign of life from the publisher.
The fifty pages of the other project, are still suspended in the limbo of "nobody knows anything yet."
"At the very least - the former director says - we do some changes and submitted to another publisher." Sure, so what else can I do? I
promises another project that could perhaps be born, this is a newspaper on the books in two formats: on paper and downloadable ebook readers. Meanwhile I
beaker on how to take their children on holiday this summer. Not that there are many possibilities: either continue to undermine the very few savings left, or to jump out of a job. Now, just for strength.

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small sail on the horizon!

As a small sail on the horizon of a drowning last Friday came on a faint hope. No, the former director, referred all undertakings appear when flash frozen in a flash of evil, and even by the Art Director and rival of Marx that although there had said that the review body for a humanitarian organization was still in doubt, there are found in the newsstands March 6, but as an offshoot of the publisher Sicilian with whom I had the pleasure to work occasionally.
The proposal came from a girl who, at Messina, was responsible for marketing and that a few months ago he made the leap to Milan, now I know, deal with the marketing of a company that produces management software and stuff .

We greeted with: "If you should need my cooperation, you do not scruple to call me." "If I will have the opportunity, very happy," she said. And, like a radio play in the old days, he kept his word.

Currently spoke urgently of a brochure and other promotional material. I seem to have understand that it is renewing the image of the company, and she occupies a key position in this.
My wife, now as devitalized teeth, one at a time, the dentist is killing me, no illusions. Indeed, it seems to be bothered by these calls, as if he were afraid or in some way, was now tired of risking another disappointment, and for this reason, even prefer to avoid occasions that may accrue.
Anyway, Tuesday I have an appointment with this girl, we'll see what I can come good.

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dentists and directors

Dentists are all the same: always find new and unusual ways to get hurt. And this is not exception. I could at least console with tits assistant nonchalantly resting on my arm. Nothing, as flat as a sheet of paper. And then keep on talking, stretching the vowels of the last word of each sentence: What do you say doc, if you book airline tickets on the Internet spend meenooo?
It is not that unpleasant, and neither is the dentist, but that bothers me are funny my distress, being drenched with sweat even in winter, the involuntary tremors in my mouth open. Of course, better than two fingers in the ass to get palpate the prostate, but in short, a little 'respect.
are all still bearable when compared to the pain of not being able to take home a work that is one.
The restyling project was unveiled yesterday morning at the usual manager on duty, but it took a week to evaluate it. And this is not good.
He wished the former director would provide a solution on how not to lose € 600 thousand a year. But the former director said that is not his job to provide such solutions, but pack a quality product that can be more easily sold to advertisers. And this, in my opinion, is not good.
Perhaps, the effort to invent some nonsense, a shred of marketing strategy also false, he could do it.
not to be negative at all costs, but on that basis I do not think you will go far.
Moreover, at this point, it should have already submitted the other job, that of the fifty pages made repayable. But the fact that, until now, has not yet spoken, it gives me hope.

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The Court Jester

hung on the former director. At the moment I can not do anything else.
Of the fifty pages I've worked for is completely free I do not know anything, not even if he made it or not, while the appointment in which he had to submit the restyling project has been moved to Wednesday.

I can not even press it too closely because it is one that does not like be bothered that much, or as he says "I do not have to be a pain in the ass." You just have to wait by the phone or the mail waiting for him to make itself heard with some news.
Indeed I begin to understand the concerns expressed about this way of working art director Karl Marx look-alike.

In essence, said that in most cases we are working for free, without even a shred of expenses, el 'former director is beautiful and there is no right to propose projects as if they were his bag of flour. And then Who guarantees that takes on economic agreements with publishers?

In short, those who tell us that the figure that cash if project goes into port, it is really that agreed with the editor and not only the crumbs of bread with which the director is removed quell'appetito insatiable be found?

right, but that's the case, and now I have no bargaining power in their hands.

I do to force the court jester and be content with a few bones falling from the tables of kings.

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Phobias

sitting at the dentist this morning thanks to an old belief that medical insurance will not be able to renew. At least until things change.
Well, except that the dentist is my worst phobia. Not only is the idea of \u200b\u200bthe dentist I frightens to death, but also feel the teeth in the mouth causes me discomfort. I can not stand even to speak of other teeth or dentists and even less I can watch movies or television where someone goes to the dentist or talk about teeth.
marathon, for example, is a film that I watch only if I know I have not even a cavity, and at the scene where Dustin Hoffman Laurence Olivier torture makes me not a little uncomfortable. Denti Salvatores I never wanted to see, and since the listings like them so much I want to add The Dentist Brian Yuzna, Little Shop of Horrors Frank Oz, Tom Hanks in Castaway when we extract a tooth with the blade an ice-skate, or comedy in which Mr. Bean is drilled and stucco teeth alone?
I thought many times because of this uncontrollable phobia and perhaps digging into their memories, I think it can be attributed with some confidence when I was seven to eight years and my father almost every evening, made me sit on his lap, I immobilized arms and, with a white cotton handkerchief, I widened the lower canines in muscle strength. And my father had mica muscles to laugh.

I still remember the anguish of this, hankies spotless spotted by my blood and my mother sitting in the chair opposite, which he oversaw.
Some memories should be deleted, but is not easy. Who knows why these things are more traumatic to haunt us throughout life, and those are always nice so rare and difficult to bring out the memory.
is easy to say that you must live in the present and not to indulge in memories, good or bad they are. But it is also true that they are the fruit of our life experiences. So, to deny the memories would not be to deny oneself?

PS: The next meeting is on Wednesday.

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Oh no! Back in the ass!

Things are really quite simple.
Monday, the former director says he's going to seriously consider the proposal for a relaunch of a magazine and that she intends to entrust part of the development and restyling chart. I say that I can support on my shoulders the whole magazine without any problem, but he beat around the bush.
Tuesday said that the publisher would like to bring some pages of the new project, not much, just a couple of sections and a service from three to four pages. "We are not certain to work unless they were sure to bring home the loot." Then he says he wants to divide the implementation of the newspaper, not a question of lack of confidence, but because it turned out yet another human case.
This is a chart that had a motorcycle accident, the mangled leg, which is now more than twelve centimeters short of the other, and that it is getting treatment from a Russian extends the bones and so on.
What can I say? That I was here first? What I have both her legs but I do not know how to keep the family? For some reason when I speak of my condition no one ever takes me seriously. Maybe I should do a little 'scene, cry some tears, but I'm not the type.
Wednesday: turns out that the pitiful case was made to redesign the alone, and continues to churn out columns, and testing services that cover the former director shall submit to me as if I could be happy. This, in my house, do you call someone's shoes. What shall we do then the Imprint of the newspaper? We write that the restyling did the lame and I just do the performer?
Asshole me and my naivete, to think that after all everyone needs to work, especially in times of difficulty, and find out as soon as you turn, what we've just done some good tries to insert it in the ass. Really great.
But now my path is directed to the search for peace, I will no longer angry, if anything, I feel a great sadness and great sadness to see this way of life. I'm sick of the "I fuck you before you fuck me." I find it so petty and sad. I much prefer to embrace the philosophy of The Big Lebowski: "When understand that it is better to live life without philosophically fuck anyone, then you've reached the Zen Dude. "

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who is without sin ... Schizophrenia

I know that what I am about to write will not matter to anyone. And I also know that those who follow this blog it is because, perhaps, he likes to read on my own.
But it is also true that, for me, this blog has turned into a therapy. A little 'as seen in some American films in which, typically, a group of people is sitting in a circle and each in turn says of himself: "Hello, My name is Roger and I'm desperate ...".
And since it is my intention to somehow achieve a certain psychological balance I must find a way to get rid of everything that annoys me, I'm forced to exorcise my idiosyncrasies, and this blog is currently the only tool at my disposal. Here
therefore, set aside forever the mafia bald, I need to close the discussion also to other people and things that I mentioned.
The Republic - as a newspaper - it was for me the first real independent cultural memory. It was 1976, I was in eighth grade and I had the mania of the early numbers. The number one of Captain America, Alan Ford, Maxmagnus, the last issue of the Times and so on. Something fairly typical adolescent, I think. So I can still see that the exit from school, buy this new daily: new format, graphics, content, and leafed through it while going home.
I liked it, I do not know why, but I am fond of us and I often followed. Not every day, but when something important was happening, I've always bought. In high school alternate with the struggle continues, the bad and sometimes the Manifesto. I have never endured instead Corriere della Sera, but I'm not going to throw it in politics, so be content to know that is a newspaper that I never liked it. De
the Republic I have endured - how to bear the escapades of a lover - the infatuation to Craxi and the social partners, flirt with the former PCI and PDS, sympathies for the intolerable and snooty D'Alema, the trombone intellectual-philosophical Eugenio Scalfari. Everything to continue reading a series of signatures that others only dream newspapers: Giorgio Bocca, Peter Citati, Miriam Mafai, Gianni Brera, Tiziano Terzani, Altan, Natalia Aspesi, Emanuela Audisio, Stefano Rodota, Vittorio Zucconi, Umberto Eco, Giorgio Odifreddi and so on.
I endured the shock on the way of historical revisionism that turncoat presumptuous new Paul of Tarsus, Giampaolo Pansa (which I found to come from the Corriere della Sera!).
remember the titles during the Moro kidnapping, when I attended the Art School in the former convent next the church of San Marco in the street. We climbed the narrow stairs two at a time, clinging to the thin iron railing, with newspapers under his arm to discuss in class, organize meetings, events and company.
Maybe that's why I get so annoyed today to attend the most vulgar and commercial side of this newspaper, the philosophy of one hand washes the other, to please his friend and the friend of a friend, all'ossequio advertiser, the triumph of journalism pushovers.
It is too easy for me to blame the usual Sara Chiappori. One who writes every article the same way, always using the same pattern, with all those always out of place and redundant adjectives, such as defining and pulitina nerd in high school, then that has nothing better to do than go searching on the internet as a teenager infoiati. I gave a last statistics of the blog in less than a year related to your keywords Sara Chiappori are over fifty, second only to a man overboard. And who ever want it to go to find a journalist who writes a hustler in the local news a week if not herself? Now
Gabriele Galimberti has been added to this as "D", the additional female Republic, paid a trip around the world in which this brilliant journalist, he meets strangers masquerading as emeritus of creative artists, etc., asking them questions such as a stunning banality: " If not here, where would you be? What's the matter of urgency to tell the world? First thought upon waking? ". Strong stuff, in fact.
But the thing that struck me the most is that this acute left with the same name by Umberto Galimberti, the learned philosopher and psychoanalyst who writes a column for years on the same newspaper.
And what are all the same name?
Or rather, they, too, "end user" of the usual system of baronies?
And that whole slew of artists, architects, designers, event managers, designers, emerging or already emerged - a bit 'like the shit in the water - Are not also recipients of favors, various debt and mess-ups?
E Cinzia Sasso? Republic journalist who lived for twenty-two years in an apartment owned by the Pio Albergo Trivulzio, in Corso di Porta Romana 116, two peanuts paying rent, € 572 or € 3480.00 per month plus administration cost?
And now only known to scream conspiracy and machine Mud Berlusconi. Who has helped you? Who introduced you to this wheel of fortune, instead of helping the aged and destitute homes procured a rich, famous, sons and journalists, at ridiculous prices? And
Saviano? Which occurs more often on the Republic to tell us that the water is hot? "In Campania there is the mafia, the Camorra is an international organization, the Camorra has now permeated even the north of Italy, the policy is dropped, and yet come to terms with the mafia and organized crime are the massacres of state; Berlusconi bad ". But what do you think, that apart from him and Fabio Fazio, the rest of the Italians living on the moon?
I am increasingly convinced that most, beyond the fine words, everything turns the same way: favors to friends and friends of friends, cronyism, baronies, recommendations, deference to advertisers and mountains of tricks hidden in the pages of so-called culture, shows, in local backs. I'd like to know how to define this system values \u200b\u200bof the journalists themselves when they are left to use it and wallow in it.
The only thing that consoles me is that a few weeks ago have emptied the store on Via della Spiga in excavations. Five million Euros in the booty. Remember? The daddy of Maria Elisabetta Scavia, scion who writes the history books-itchy, also in an excellent position in key research blog.
How do you say? Who is without sin ...

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As I and my brain - either voluntarily or physiologically - now we are constantly reaching out to the search for peace as a novel Siddhartha, is my body to embody - giustappunto - rebellion, the soul on earth.
Headaches repeatedly, almost Chronic bronchitis, tinnitus, sore teeth, recurrent colic.

The revenge of the shit on the mind of the blood against the floor, against the thought of pain. I live in the expectation that this schizophrenia
former director present the fifty pages to which I devoted ten days of my life for free, or at least conclude the agreement for the creation and recovery of a newspaper rather than known, but steady loss.
These are currently my perspective, this serene, in whom my hopes, my desire for revenge, the alpha of a new life.

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confused and doubtful

I have to admit, I am a bit ' confused.

Confused, but traveling along a new road. Whether on the readings of recent times? Or simply a practical demonstration of the theory of mourning with the usual Elisabeth Kübler Ross? If so, I would not be so happy.
possible that human beings are so predictable? Indeed our feelings are just chemical messages between neurons? And free will? How can I be sure my mental processes are only mine and not the result of a conditioned reflex like a dog Ivan Pavlov?
then I do not know if I'm chasing the serenity that is the result of a common process, automatic and inevitable, like that of any other human being, or my only choice, a conscious and considered decision, a path that I chose to take voluntarily.
But why, then ask a similar question if the result is still the achievement of peace?
is very simple: I do not want a serenity and peace of taxes from my unconscious, I do not follow the road that everyone - rich or poor, educated or ignorant, sensitive or rough - would still sooner or later, willingly or unwillingly.

So there I am, I do not accept being just a voodoo doll in the hands of my unconscious, I do not want to be a robot that simply turn a key chemical or psychological make him move. Even when the watch is my own self.

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From: "Mosaic of the days I prefer a contract to a trophy February 21, 2011 - Tonio Dell'Olio" The Ghost of Tom Joad

 
 Mosaic of days I prefer a contract to a trophy 
 February 21, 2011 - Tonio Dell'Olio 
 
 
 Gabriele Del Grande is a journalist born in 1982. Sometimes 
 his signature appears on some newspaper, but his name is especially linked to his blog 
 Fortress Europe ( http://fortresseurope.blogspot.com/ ), the site of 
 far more serious in theme and documented Immigration and 
 surroundings. Several books to his credit, some of which also 
 translated into German and English. Awarded national and international awards. 
 On 21 January had been invited to the awards ceremony 
 journalistic Saint Vincent (Enrico Mentana winners for 
 television, Antonio Padellaro for the press, and Bruno Vespa 
 for "the prestige of the category"), Del Grande has chosen to boycott the ceremony 
 and write a nice letter to President Napolitano. 
 The reasons are varied and all shared but I like to bring back at least part 
 full: "President, do we celebrate 
 again. When this country will be changed. When 
 the best among my friends returned from abroad where they emigrated. 
 do we celebrate when my friends come back for job interviews 
 to look at the curriculum instead of the boobs. We celebrate that 
 when the editors begin to pay for the work 
 what it's worth, in money and not pats on the back because we 
 teammates. " 

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THE PHANTOM OF Tom Joad

men walking along the tracks
direct nowhere, there is no return;
helicopters that sprout from the hill road,
soup on the stove to heat under the bridge,
the line for the housing that goes around the block:
welcome to the new world order.
Families who sleep in the car in southwest
Neither home nor work, nor security nor peace.

The highway is alive tonight But nobody has any illusions
about where it ends
'm sitting here in the light of bonfires
and seeking the ghost of Tom Joad.

pulls out a book from the sleeping bag
the preacher lights up a butt and takes a pull
waiting for the day that the last shall be first and first last
in a cardboard box in the subway
I have a single ticket for the promised land
have a hole in the belly and a gun in his hand
sleep on a pillow of stone into the water you brush
Hall.

The highway is alive tonight
but where does it go and we all know;
'm sitting here in the light of bonfires
and wait for the ghost of Tom Joad.

Tom said "Mom, wherever a policeman knocking a person
wherever a child is born crying from hunger
wherever there is a fight against blood and hatred in the air
look for me and I'll be there.
Wherever you fight for a space of dignity
for a decent job, a helping hand wherever someone

watch them struggle to be free in my eyes and see me. "

The highway is alive tonight
but no one has any illusions about where it ends
'm sitting here in the light of bonfires
along with the ghost of old Tom Joad.

Installing Tile Trowel Size

The mighty woodsman

I hate this limbo. This expectation that rips the soul but at the same time, I would not ever end. Because I'm afraid, afraid to know whether the former director will be able to sell those fifty pages and the project behind it, because that would mean to know if I can survive for a few more months, if I take the children on holiday and let him go this damn bronchitis. Would feel more virile, able to provide for the family, as a powerful Canadian lumberjack.
But so far everything is quiet and I do not know what to think.