Saturday, March 19, 2011
How Do I Unlock My My Mailbox Nortel
We dissociate ourselves, as is normal, everyone! Friday night fever
Friday, March 18, 2011
Does Ash Heal Ringworm
To feed your appetite for weekend
all dancing tonight!
The video is called 'classic dance', as if to say that these are the basics. Imagine the enhanced version.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Spider-bite That Has A Three Hole Pierced
Cute Stuff To Write On Picnik Pi
Things can only fatties
"16-year old Australian Casey Haynes Repeatedly Had Been picked on at school. He finally Snapped, However, and administered an almighty bodyslam on the concrete to a surprised Gale."
LIttle Zangief (zangief kid) Street Fighter ... por shadosw
From the site opened in honor of the bully also learn that the victim's mother asked for an official apology for this madman.
I look forward to the video of Casey bodyslam also administers a mother of skinny. 
"16-year old Australian Casey Haynes Repeatedly Had Been picked on at school. He finally Snapped, However, and administered an almighty bodyslam on the concrete to a surprised Gale."
LIttle Zangief (zangief kid) Street Fighter ... por shadosw
From the site opened in honor of the bully also learn that the victim's mother asked for an official apology for this madman.
I look forward to the video of Casey bodyslam also administers a mother of skinny.
Matlab 2007b Plp Generator
Forza Napoli
Joseph Junior? Lucio Vario? No, him. There is only him. I hope this satisfies the fascination with fatties Rocket. 
Joseph Junior? Lucio Vario? No, him. There is only him. I hope this satisfies the fascination with fatties Rocket.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
What Is The Best Silicone For Fishtanks
Mirror image sull'intermet
Waiting to see the banners, I created a facebook page dell'intermet, all of you now can finally officially declare FAN dell'intermet clicking "I like it" on the window I have made available up here. The next step will be to publish (automatically) dell'intermet posts on facebook, hoping to hook users and in the future then profiting from their visits through the banner. 
Waiting to see the banners, I created a facebook page dell'intermet, all of you now can finally officially declare FAN dell'intermet clicking "I like it" on the window I have made available up here. The next step will be to publish (automatically) dell'intermet posts on facebook, hoping to hook users and in the future then profiting from their visits through the banner.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Indigo/where To Find?
When you suggest a cover for the general public is right to execute it with passion and taste a classic exegesis
Oxygenating Toothpaste -thera -breath
Sick impotence
I'm always here to talk about colors, photos, travel, books. But who gives a fuck. Japan is destroyed, devastated, broken families, the nuclear threat hanging over millions of lives. Gaddafi continues his crazy war, everyone there that shoot against each other. Alfano with his crap, Berlusconi, Prestigiacomo, the Gelmini, La Russa, Scajola and the rest of the gang of those pieces of shit liars who govern us. But how can you not feel sick? How can you not feel anger explode inside, powerlessness in this huge cauldron of futility, with images of the tsunami that blend in with Carlo Conti and Gerry Scotti? It alerts the opening show of some band in the early evening, whose vision is only recommended for adult audiences . So what the hell do you send him to just when the kids are watching television? Balls.
Where is the sense of it all? I can not take any more of the war, the arrogance, the logic of power and convenience. Of all the inconsistency, of people who do not know what he wants and then takes it all and its opposite. Of doubt, the things that they do not. It 's all still an imitation, an idolatry of false myths. And while you pull out . At best, you play to get distracted.
What should I do, how should I feel? I'm tired of fighting windmills, trying to write a decent turn to what is happening around me, with or without it. It 's a bit like trying to straighten a bent wire. Impossible. Yet I can not imagine how much you try, every day, believe it. But there is always an empty feeling stuffy sick of impotence. 
I'm always here to talk about colors, photos, travel, books. But who gives a fuck. Japan is destroyed, devastated, broken families, the nuclear threat hanging over millions of lives. Gaddafi continues his crazy war, everyone there that shoot against each other. Alfano with his crap, Berlusconi, Prestigiacomo, the Gelmini, La Russa, Scajola and the rest of the gang of those pieces of shit liars who govern us. But how can you not feel sick? How can you not feel anger explode inside, powerlessness in this huge cauldron of futility, with images of the tsunami that blend in with Carlo Conti and Gerry Scotti? It alerts the opening show of some band in the early evening, whose vision is only recommended for adult audiences . So what the hell do you send him to just when the kids are watching television? Balls.
Where is the sense of it all? I can not take any more of the war, the arrogance, the logic of power and convenience. Of all the inconsistency, of people who do not know what he wants and then takes it all and its opposite. Of doubt, the things that they do not. It 's all still an imitation, an idolatry of false myths. And while you pull out . At best, you play to get distracted.
What should I do, how should I feel? I'm tired of fighting windmills, trying to write a decent turn to what is happening around me, with or without it. It 's a bit like trying to straighten a bent wire. Impossible. Yet I can not imagine how much you try, every day, believe it. But there is always an empty feeling stuffy sick of impotence.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Ozark Trail Air Bed Parts
The colors of the ants and I feel
Woe to him who enters my private. And woe to me if I offer a door to look weak. A sip when you thought, almost cautious in any move. But I note also a small parenthesis. A little while ago I smoked a cigarette on the balcony - which I do not believe at least two years - and instantly, looking at the buildings around, I remembered what I went through my head then, when that whole balcony had more flavor . Comparing that with what you feel that is the case now in my life, now that I am constantly in oxygen debt to the spirit, I realized what it actually is infinitely more aromatic. Taste of mature, serious, meaningful, pasty, amarotico, mossy, dark green and cyan. With the hint of a latent sweetness, which at irregular intervals explodes into violent cascades of yellow and magenta.
This also reflected unconsciously in my photos. The colors tell which side slope in recent days. Simply, there's enough.
Woe to him who enters my private. And woe to me if I offer a door to look weak. A sip when you thought, almost cautious in any move. But I note also a small parenthesis. A little while ago I smoked a cigarette on the balcony - which I do not believe at least two years - and instantly, looking at the buildings around, I remembered what I went through my head then, when that whole balcony had more flavor . Comparing that with what you feel that is the case now in my life, now that I am constantly in oxygen debt to the spirit, I realized what it actually is infinitely more aromatic. Taste of mature, serious, meaningful, pasty, amarotico, mossy, dark green and cyan. With the hint of a latent sweetness, which at irregular intervals explodes into violent cascades of yellow and magenta.
This also reflected unconsciously in my photos. The colors tell which side slope in recent days. Simply, there's enough.
Can I Renew My Driver's License Before I Turn 21
Thanks lazie
These are the episodes that are good for football. It 'nice to win the derby, but this is what makes the sublime victory. 
These are the episodes that are good for football. It 'nice to win the derby, but this is what makes the sublime victory.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Julia Roberts Polka Dots
Adionilla Pizzi
The Intermet mourns death of Adionilla Pizzi, winner of the first edition of the Italian Song Festival. 
The Intermet mourns death of Adionilla Pizzi, winner of the first edition of the Italian Song Festival.
Heavy Hor Dourves Caterers
vaginas remade
On the subject of plastic surgery you (s) the Board's vision Perfect Vagina on this service and the new trend of plastic surgery to get pussy.
the Intermet What do you think? Certainly be confronted with vaginas perfect, whatever that means, and 'better rather than worse, but what happens if I miss a fuck' cause she and 'just redone and has to let the wounds heal? The debate and 'open. The real video
in reality 'is this: http://vimeo.com/4704237
But Blogger does not make me embed video on Vimeo (Google just wants to stuff). In the service of nearly an hour we see a lot of potatoes, though often under the grill. 
On the subject of plastic surgery you (s) the Board's vision Perfect Vagina on this service and the new trend of plastic surgery to get pussy.
the Intermet What do you think? Certainly be confronted with vaginas perfect, whatever that means, and 'better rather than worse, but what happens if I miss a fuck' cause she and 'just redone and has to let the wounds heal? The debate and 'open. The real video
in reality 'is this: http://vimeo.com/4704237
But Blogger does not make me embed video on Vimeo (Google just wants to stuff). In the service of nearly an hour we see a lot of potatoes, though often under the grill.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Mehndi Card Wording Urdu
Elwis Capece - The antagonist
This man, leaders of the party Die Linke (the left) to ally with the green municipality of Karslruhe is the head of the coalition that the granting of licenses rifuta Institute for Transuranium Elements with which I am going to work. Could jeopardize my collaboration .... but basically, how do you love him any harm? 
This man, leaders of the party Die Linke (the left) to ally with the green municipality of Karslruhe is the head of the coalition that the granting of licenses rifuta Institute for Transuranium Elements with which I am going to work. Could jeopardize my collaboration .... but basically, how do you love him any harm?
Biker Gay A Hangos Motorosok Meleg?
Snake mozzicate silicone tits and dies
And how he's wrong, this snake?
The news reported by Corriere.it
"The protagonists of the video are a big boa constrictor snake could kill much feared because even large prey by enveloping and suffocating in its coils, and this Orit Fox, Israeli model and porn star, best known for the cleavage more prosperous than ever. Well The starlets got away with a big fright (and prophylaxis against tetanus in an emergency). The animal, apparently died shortly after the attack. The cause of death, joke internet users' silicone poisoning ". 
And how he's wrong, this snake?
The news reported by Corriere.it
"The protagonists of the video are a big boa constrictor snake could kill much feared because even large prey by enveloping and suffocating in its coils, and this Orit Fox, Israeli model and porn star, best known for the cleavage more prosperous than ever. Well The starlets got away with a big fright (and prophylaxis against tetanus in an emergency). The animal, apparently died shortly after the attack. The cause of death, joke internet users' silicone poisoning ".
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Chocolate Diamond Worth
My new obsession
I finally found the video just to share my new obsession.
I went down with fat. This month I had a professor obese - not overweight obese own - and I was completely hooked.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to become really fat: I have not yet clear what is the secret, but I'm sure among other things you need to drink an inordinate amount of Coca Cola. Milton
you as well as polyphasic sleep do you mean even obese? 
I finally found the video just to share my new obsession.
I went down with fat. This month I had a professor obese - not overweight obese own - and I was completely hooked.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to become really fat: I have not yet clear what is the secret, but I'm sure among other things you need to drink an inordinate amount of Coca Cola. Milton
you as well as polyphasic sleep do you mean even obese?
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Gangrene Or Blood Blister
Today I received the package of books on music and cinema. I think Christmas. Li sfoglio impatient trying to figure out what I want to start: I can not decide. Meanwhile, I give myself a bit 'of the written report already begun Bruno Munari, perfect for short breaks. This thing, for example, I always thought, looking at the ants.
I watch the procession of ants
among grass and stones in their private path
they do not see me
not know I exist
go back and forth
arranged in two columns
who carries a piece of leaf
who stops to chat with antennas another ant
according to the schedules of their community.
I turn to look to the sky
to see if there be some giant, invisible
as I am about ants
who is watching me but I do not see
I do not see none
but I can not know if there is or is not there.
(B. Munari)
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Invitation To Lia Sophia
Apples ripen in August
One of the reasons - probably the only one - of keeping the work I do is that it gives me the opportunity to confer, occasionally, small big prizes. That means a lot often in more or less impulsive purchases, all gravitating around the sphere of culture and personal experience. Owning things I do not care, where their value goes beyond the mere contemplation. Take the jewels, for example, then that is my field of work. Although I enjoy as an employee of undoubted advantages in price, I've never bought a jewel in six years. Not for me, if nothing else - which I found to be rather common practice. I happened on numerous occasions to have anything to do with items that were worth staggering. Yellow diamonds, blue and pink as big as nuts, carpets incredibly perfect sapphires on frames, wax covered with stones of every color and origin. Yet in the face of all this I remain indifferent. I understand the rarity of certain "gifts" of nature, but in front of a display case with five rings, equivalent to five penthouses in the heart of Rome, I do not feel the desire to have a . In fact, I'd be scared because that thing there, that huge pile of money with a specific gravity tends to infinity would also take me to a lot of trouble - and this is always based on my theory on the balance between good and evil. Of course, not even remotely risk to come into possession, but it was an extreme example to show you that really to me many, many material things and "generic" can be as clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry, cars, electronic gadgets and so on and so forth ... I do not give just a strain. I spend on photographic equipment, workshops, books, films, exhibitions, music and travel.
So today, on top of the mound of autoregali / investment made in recent months, I put the final icing. Ciliegiona. Indeed, Apple directly: this summer, two weeks in New York. Now I just have to find a room in Manhattan. We accept suggestions! We
two big apple ... Finally gained six. 
One of the reasons - probably the only one - of keeping the work I do is that it gives me the opportunity to confer, occasionally, small big prizes. That means a lot often in more or less impulsive purchases, all gravitating around the sphere of culture and personal experience. Owning things I do not care, where their value goes beyond the mere contemplation. Take the jewels, for example, then that is my field of work. Although I enjoy as an employee of undoubted advantages in price, I've never bought a jewel in six years. Not for me, if nothing else - which I found to be rather common practice. I happened on numerous occasions to have anything to do with items that were worth staggering. Yellow diamonds, blue and pink as big as nuts, carpets incredibly perfect sapphires on frames, wax covered with stones of every color and origin. Yet in the face of all this I remain indifferent. I understand the rarity of certain "gifts" of nature, but in front of a display case with five rings, equivalent to five penthouses in the heart of Rome, I do not feel the desire to have a . In fact, I'd be scared because that thing there, that huge pile of money with a specific gravity tends to infinity would also take me to a lot of trouble - and this is always based on my theory on the balance between good and evil. Of course, not even remotely risk to come into possession, but it was an extreme example to show you that really to me many, many material things and "generic" can be as clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry, cars, electronic gadgets and so on and so forth ... I do not give just a strain. I spend on photographic equipment, workshops, books, films, exhibitions, music and travel.
So today, on top of the mound of autoregali / investment made in recent months, I put the final icing. Ciliegiona. Indeed, Apple directly: this summer, two weeks in New York. Now I just have to find a room in Manhattan. We accept suggestions! We
two big apple ... Finally gained six.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
How To Paint Bmx Tires
Interiors
are for short posts lately. It 's late and I must rest, if not I will end this week (again) in a bloodbath. But I remember the day when I saw Interiors W. Allen. It 's a movie that more or less my age, and right now that I am thirty years, the look and play with it by trying a deep affinity. A contribution by the same director, for those of you who did what this is.
One of the things that impressed me most is the complete lack of music throughout the film. Even Securities. The only noise is that of rough seas and gray. How you feel are the human stories of the protagonists, and how true they may be recurrent in the lives of everyone. The need to control everything becomes neurosis. The conflict, envy, frustration, guilt, the mechanisms that lead to self-pity and self-punish. I never thought about how people can feel like Joey, unable to express what I feel, nor able to recognize it. There are a couple of steps very intense when she talks about just this and the way they feel the emotions explode them in without knowing how to outsource. And then there's Jane, played by a fantastic Diane Keaton, which, admittedly, is always equal to itself, but here I find it particularly in the part. At the beginning, just after the passage within the video, said: "The result is my creative paralysis." Here, I found there are many in this sentence, because it is often the situation that I feel being here in Rome.
The atmosphere of this film, whose title is so perfect and full of meaning, I seem terribly real. Heavy, discolored, bare, slow, cheat on each other. These internal and trying to come out in anger, never fully succeed unless causing cracks, injuries, tragedies. It is cinema: it is the inner life, inner . 
are for short posts lately. It 's late and I must rest, if not I will end this week (again) in a bloodbath. But I remember the day when I saw Interiors W. Allen. It 's a movie that more or less my age, and right now that I am thirty years, the look and play with it by trying a deep affinity. A contribution by the same director, for those of you who did what this is.
One of the things that impressed me most is the complete lack of music throughout the film. Even Securities. The only noise is that of rough seas and gray. How you feel are the human stories of the protagonists, and how true they may be recurrent in the lives of everyone. The need to control everything becomes neurosis. The conflict, envy, frustration, guilt, the mechanisms that lead to self-pity and self-punish. I never thought about how people can feel like Joey, unable to express what I feel, nor able to recognize it. There are a couple of steps very intense when she talks about just this and the way they feel the emotions explode them in without knowing how to outsource. And then there's Jane, played by a fantastic Diane Keaton, which, admittedly, is always equal to itself, but here I find it particularly in the part. At the beginning, just after the passage within the video, said: "The result is my creative paralysis." Here, I found there are many in this sentence, because it is often the situation that I feel being here in Rome.
The atmosphere of this film, whose title is so perfect and full of meaning, I seem terribly real. Heavy, discolored, bare, slow, cheat on each other. These internal and trying to come out in anger, never fully succeed unless causing cracks, injuries, tragedies. It is cinema: it is the inner life, inner .
Friday, March 4, 2011
What Should An Ekg For A Puppy Cost?
the Madoz Eh! Two red cherries
By choice, this blog do not talk about successful photographers. The names that I mentioned are so many hotels and never finish it if I started over, just for the sake of completeness and / or not to hurt anyone. This does not mean that in a heavy working day like today, which follows closely a week to the limits of sustainability - about, yes, that's exactly what I feared would happen when I announced the resignation of my beloved colleague I hope that now stranded on a ship of the company he works for now - I may want to share something that made me smile, creating a pleasant between the brackets "pause lunch "and the black hole that is about to me reinghiottire. then I'll be brief: it is Chema Madoz , English surrealist photographer born in 1958, who in her beautiful still-life in black and white suggests, ironically, creates parallel worlds where each object seems to take life and identity. ... Other than still lifes
By choice, this blog do not talk about successful photographers. The names that I mentioned are so many hotels and never finish it if I started over, just for the sake of completeness and / or not to hurt anyone. This does not mean that in a heavy working day like today, which follows closely a week to the limits of sustainability - about, yes, that's exactly what I feared would happen when I announced the resignation of my beloved colleague I hope that now stranded on a ship of the company he works for now - I may want to share something that made me smile, creating a pleasant between the brackets "pause lunch "and the black hole that is about to me reinghiottire. then I'll be brief: it is Chema Madoz , English surrealist photographer born in 1958, who in her beautiful still-life in black and white suggests, ironically, creates parallel worlds where each object seems to take life and identity. ... Other than still lifes
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Did Tawnee Stone Died
E 'evening, I'm alone in my room. Yes, the one with the cherry red wall behind of the bed. stubbornly conquered from dozens of color shades wrong, but which delights me only when I allow myself to face the dark wood and smooth that there is supports. I light a candle and turn out the light. The Premiere Arabesque Debussy I sing of a world that seems both near and far at the same time, when, some time ago, I opened a new world. And then another and another. I would like to pause for a moment this evening to think of these worlds in a tacky musical silence and lit by a candle that burned in his slow, wise and knows that ancient light. I caress the notes, without asking, who hold firmly to myself, watching as it moves a little to seat a new time conscious of my presence. There are both he and she. Two red cherries. And I wait to write my stories with their light sour and sweet. Sooner or later it does not matter much because the impossible has already happened: I met them.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Ergoline Tanning Bed Cost
The list perforated
I'm not at all a kind of lists. My favorite movies, my favorite books, my favorite musicians ... I think if I ever had to challenge themselves in one of that list would end up giving the numbers, but the titles.
So here's an easy convenient solution for me: an accomplice of IBS newsletter that informs me of a rain of discounts on all books, I fell into the clutches of their business and wishlist in hand, I slipped quickly items in my cart again bulibrica binge.
doing so I go a bit 'in contrast to the normal process that would first reading and then suggestion, but in the meantime I give you a preview of what I will go for the head (and probably also for this blog) in the coming months. See it a bit 'as a trailer, just to stay on topic. And if any title in v'intriga Happy reading to you.
I'm not at all a kind of lists. My favorite movies, my favorite books, my favorite musicians ... I think if I ever had to challenge themselves in one of that list would end up giving the numbers, but the titles.
So here's an easy convenient solution for me: an accomplice of IBS newsletter that informs me of a rain of discounts on all books, I fell into the clutches of their business and wishlist in hand, I slipped quickly items in my cart again bulibrica binge.
doing so I go a bit 'in contrast to the normal process that would first reading and then suggestion, but in the meantime I give you a preview of what I will go for the head (and probably also for this blog) in the coming months. See it a bit 'as a trailer, just to stay on topic. And if any title in v'intriga Happy reading to you.
List Of Food For Gall Bladder Surgery
Al_laccio
the face of anonymity, put us face. Indeed, the faces.
These
me and Alek few months ago, in a al_laccio at the end of a lesson in fashion to Kaverdash. What can I say, it seems that this is the week of the photo. It 'pose, but it describes well. I smile - how could it be otherwise in that context? - And with her hair up a bit 'as is, as always when shooting. Him seriously, that's to laugh but it holds because, in the picture, you do not like smiling. It 'clearly moved and blurry, but I think it's pretty even and especially for those errors. Because photography is often as it is. Captures the moment even if those trips, perhaps unaccustomed to the rigid analog, has "forgotten" to regulate the times. How many times, flicking through old albums when we were kids, we come across photos grainy and unclear? Yet the story is always there, told without unnecessary formality. And I went to that story often looking like a truffle dog, approaching the press with a lens, to grasp all the nuances. To enter, or re-enter. Come to think of this story I've heard ... I find at this moment another key to my first audio-visual, in when a man came into the objects physically, every day for one minute. Back when I realized it, initially I did not understand from where I had gone out that idea, but then I realized myself being the protagonist in my investigation, probe, dig into things. Often venturing into reality that even I belong with a sense of not yet . It 'a longing for , a tendency towards . It 's the story that takes me al_laccio and that draws me to himself, without initially unable to distinguish clearly the boundaries or to give a precise form. Everything moves, everything blurs slightly. A little 'as in this picture. And a little 'as in many things in my life. 
the face of anonymity, put us face. Indeed, the faces.
me and Alek few months ago, in a al_laccio at the end of a lesson in fashion to Kaverdash. What can I say, it seems that this is the week of the photo. It 'pose, but it describes well. I smile - how could it be otherwise in that context? - And with her hair up a bit 'as is, as always when shooting. Him seriously, that's to laugh but it holds because, in the picture, you do not like smiling. It 'clearly moved and blurry, but I think it's pretty even and especially for those errors. Because photography is often as it is. Captures the moment even if those trips, perhaps unaccustomed to the rigid analog, has "forgotten" to regulate the times. How many times, flicking through old albums when we were kids, we come across photos grainy and unclear? Yet the story is always there, told without unnecessary formality. And I went to that story often looking like a truffle dog, approaching the press with a lens, to grasp all the nuances. To enter, or re-enter. Come to think of this story I've heard ... I find at this moment another key to my first audio-visual, in when a man came into the objects physically, every day for one minute. Back when I realized it, initially I did not understand from where I had gone out that idea, but then I realized myself being the protagonist in my investigation, probe, dig into things. Often venturing into reality that even I belong with a sense of not yet . It 'a longing for , a tendency towards . It 's the story that takes me al_laccio and that draws me to himself, without initially unable to distinguish clearly the boundaries or to give a precise form. Everything moves, everything blurs slightly. A little 'as in this picture. And a little 'as in many things in my life.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Can I Switch My Dog From Heartguard To Sentinel
The circle of thirst in my phone
A quick note, I've just had a thought. Lately is happening inside me something of a paradox: more and less I know seems to know. I'm hungry
moving into areas other than those which I have previously given in a structured way. Everything runs on a variety of media: books, blogs, records, films. I find myself constantly to tear, in no particular order, following the flash of inspiration, the sound of a name. Clues, references and hints: each of these affects a different part of my brain and soon the chase like a moth with fireflies, ranging from psychoanalysis to cinema, from literature to music. Are so receptive and eager to discover that I can not stay behind to stimuli. The other night I talked about movies until three in the morning with a friend who works in the field and I noticed what I know, both technically and culturally. I'm watching (and re-watching) all the movies in a different way now, just as I look at the photos I try to analyze every detail - lights, camera angles, focal lengths, colors, symbols, references, sounds, music, Dialogues - the filmmakers read books, I compare myself with people who know more than me. I have an irresistible attraction to the cinema, because it combines two things I love and which I have to go together: images and sounds. E 'is a wonderful and incredible casino. Compared to photography, pure and simple, everything is complicated greatly when it comes to motion pictures: one thousand variables involved and nothing can be left to chance. While the still image is easier to control - after accounts it is a single frame - the other is much more liable to criticism than at a video, which runs more or less quickly to the side gives less precise observations. But a film includes many more elements on which it is necessary make very precise choices, why are infinite nuances with which they can make individual components. I am in full reading of the book "Making a film by Sidney Lumet and hangs literally what it says and does not I never imagined existed. I find it amazing the combination of exceptional professionalism in giving way so unique contribution to the work its final part, which is often enjoyed on a superficial level, giving it all for granted when it is not at all. There is nothing I want more now witnessing the making of a film, including most recently the past. Of course, as a photographer stage would be the best.
But here, the more I feel this strong pull - and film is just one example, in reality it applies, albeit to varying degrees, to other areas I mentioned above - more salt on my sense of frustrated inadequacy . I realize that I would need ten lifetimes to get into everything that interests me with the depth I want. I know, I have only thirty-two years and a life ahead to do it, but all this puts me one more time in front of the fact that I'm wasting valuable time that I need to satisfy this hunger frightening culture, leading a life working ; made of useless things like . My life is worth so little that I spend in a company without batting an eyelash agrees to pay € 700 just to put a necklace on a plane to be shot in Paris - the sky falls - right now? When I passed that order of transfer I found myself in serious trouble. It 'was a real ethical dilemma for me. How many things could have been done with that figure? And the ironic thing is that we have done everything magheggio because it was urgent ... and at the end of the shoot was delayed a week also. Now, I do not want to force to attack this thing, I know how much waste each day there are anywhere in the world and even in my work is the first time, however, is another food for thought than a way of doing things that just disgusts me. It disgusts me that I do is party.
I can to make the most of my free time - and in fact I have not slept more than 4-5 hours a night - but I know I can and I want to do even more. And certainly it will be, indeed is already happening.
Let me live with the artists, who really has something good or bad to say to this world because they are the only ones who handle something real, to feel, that belongs to the core. I thirst, I drink more and more I feel the need. 
A quick note, I've just had a thought. Lately is happening inside me something of a paradox: more and less I know seems to know. I'm hungry
moving into areas other than those which I have previously given in a structured way. Everything runs on a variety of media: books, blogs, records, films. I find myself constantly to tear, in no particular order, following the flash of inspiration, the sound of a name. Clues, references and hints: each of these affects a different part of my brain and soon the chase like a moth with fireflies, ranging from psychoanalysis to cinema, from literature to music. Are so receptive and eager to discover that I can not stay behind to stimuli. The other night I talked about movies until three in the morning with a friend who works in the field and I noticed what I know, both technically and culturally. I'm watching (and re-watching) all the movies in a different way now, just as I look at the photos I try to analyze every detail - lights, camera angles, focal lengths, colors, symbols, references, sounds, music, Dialogues - the filmmakers read books, I compare myself with people who know more than me. I have an irresistible attraction to the cinema, because it combines two things I love and which I have to go together: images and sounds. E 'is a wonderful and incredible casino. Compared to photography, pure and simple, everything is complicated greatly when it comes to motion pictures: one thousand variables involved and nothing can be left to chance. While the still image is easier to control - after accounts it is a single frame - the other is much more liable to criticism than at a video, which runs more or less quickly to the side gives less precise observations. But a film includes many more elements on which it is necessary make very precise choices, why are infinite nuances with which they can make individual components. I am in full reading of the book "Making a film by Sidney Lumet and hangs literally what it says and does not I never imagined existed. I find it amazing the combination of exceptional professionalism in giving way so unique contribution to the work its final part, which is often enjoyed on a superficial level, giving it all for granted when it is not at all. There is nothing I want more now witnessing the making of a film, including most recently the past. Of course, as a photographer stage would be the best.
But here, the more I feel this strong pull - and film is just one example, in reality it applies, albeit to varying degrees, to other areas I mentioned above - more salt on my sense of frustrated inadequacy . I realize that I would need ten lifetimes to get into everything that interests me with the depth I want. I know, I have only thirty-two years and a life ahead to do it, but all this puts me one more time in front of the fact that I'm wasting valuable time that I need to satisfy this hunger frightening culture, leading a life working ; made of useless things like . My life is worth so little that I spend in a company without batting an eyelash agrees to pay € 700 just to put a necklace on a plane to be shot in Paris - the sky falls - right now? When I passed that order of transfer I found myself in serious trouble. It 'was a real ethical dilemma for me. How many things could have been done with that figure? And the ironic thing is that we have done everything magheggio because it was urgent ... and at the end of the shoot was delayed a week also. Now, I do not want to force to attack this thing, I know how much waste each day there are anywhere in the world and even in my work is the first time, however, is another food for thought than a way of doing things that just disgusts me. It disgusts me that I do is party.
I can to make the most of my free time - and in fact I have not slept more than 4-5 hours a night - but I know I can and I want to do even more. And certainly it will be, indeed is already happening.
Let me live with the artists, who really has something good or bad to say to this world because they are the only ones who handle something real, to feel, that belongs to the core. I thirst, I drink more and more I feel the need.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Salt And Pepper Ticks
Weekend Milan again. Between cinema and a cocktail appearance on 27 February in sixth place. I look at the last stop for twenty minutes and when passes are almost disappointed, because I was running out to take some pictures with my phone. I do not have an iPhone, and the resolution of my camera phone is an insult to photography. Yet in those few images there is a lot to me. I never do snapshots, except in very rare cases where I feel an emotion of wanting to take away from a place where I lived . Then maybe you do not respect anything, but I know they are there. And above all I know I have taken.
selecting the photos selected to be retained in this case, I covered some of those in memory and it was a nice shower of small but powerful memories.
Tonight, somewhere between the hypnotic notes of a piece entitled "The Golden Age " I looked at the old Fair: its buildings under construction, the crane with the red lights a bit 'wobbly on top. The streetlights on the road. The few machines. The tarmac. The crosswalks. The newsstand. The tram tracks with the reflections of light. The buildings around the square and their lit windows. I always like very much to look at houses from the outside, imagine the people inside, the decor, the lives that are going on. Sometimes I want to play over the intercom guessing that the tenants of the windows m'incuriosiscono more, saying "I am" and open myself to give a face to their rectangles of light.
in my phone now there's this: a fragment of the area where I lived more or less my first twenty-six.
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