Rash On Outter Theigh

Rai for a night

polished Turn, turn, or media hole in the water?
For posterity will judge.

(thank Moscow for making me discover the existence of Morning Glory Hole )

As a spectator I must admit that I live breathe the air of revolution, if not political at least on television. The television "official" has lost its role as exclusive? The people will understand the signal coming from the Web? The opposition will wisely use the Internet as a means of communication?
Or end up as feared and hated in China, with censored internet and a myriad of laws and sneaky to harness something that should be free?

do not know why, even though I know I do not think the case of writing, but I fear it will end so seriously. We end up with blocked sites, permits and official records in order to publish content (in theory is already so: Il Sole 24 Ore ) and internet advertised as evil. They're starting from now to blame the internet: young people who do stunts and then post them on youtube, Online criminals are discovering how to build a bomb, mafia boss with a passion for chat and so on and so forth.

As if the boys have started to combine disasters only when there is youtube, I did the first Internet subscription at 18 years old, and I was one of the few to have, but also mind-blowing shit together before and know bullies and bullying earlier.

How to build a bomb if there was no need for internet. The libraries are crammed with books that explain these things. Also when I was 18 was a success in the ITIS chemical experts had made a small amount of nitroglycerin and had blown up a bank. But no one has thought to blame the school guilty of having taught elementary chemical basis for the construction of a bomb.

We'll see but I expect more hard times.

http://www.mre-archive.blogspot.com/2010/03/rai-per-una-notte-guarda-lintera.html Here you can review the clips from Rai for a night.


Ah, since I have discovered a new player it seems fitting to greet me: Hello Max!

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Zen monasteries and appetizers

What has just spent a weekend was quite full, but not overly intense.
Saturday morning woke up at 8:30 and depart for Fudenji, Zen monastery near Salsomaggiore Terme. I was there once already and strong my sense of direction I did not bring with me the navigation system. Obviously, I lost 3 times before reaching its destination.
Luckily I find a monaco arrival at the gate that directs me to the parking lot, otherwise I would have spent more than nicely ignoring the entrance of the monastery.
Fudenji is always a fascinating place, located on top of a hill in the countryside, is a quiet place where silence reigns. Despite being a day of celebration and meeting for the monastery silence remains a major player in the climate that you can breathe here.

Once I found my contact to organize your photos. The Hall of the Dharma, I had never visited before and it strikes me now for the solemnity and beauty. I do not know the exact names of the things that I will only observe and photograph them always trying to avoid damage or disturbance to the ceremony presided over by Master Taiten Guareschi, this helps me a nun I always suggest the best places to put and exactly when move.

It is always touching to listen to the monks reciting the sutra with the rhythms of drums and bells.

After the greeting ceremony, and unfortunately I run my contact on the fly. Fortunately, returning to the highway this time my sense of not leaving me.

Sunday.

Towards mid-afternoon I'm going to do by Eleonora snack, or eating the chocolate salami he had done the day before, and in the meantime try to arrange some 'PC. As a good Apple user since 2004, obviously with Vista are a bit 'in crisis, but the memories of good old XP help me. Uninstall a bit 'of useless programs and install a decent anti-virus and not too steep by the excellent Firefox web browsers, including a slice of cake and a sip of tea in the afternoon is spent waiting for the aperitif sponsored by Lilly.

For a divine miracle Eleanor and I arrived slightly ahead of the Matterhorn, so we decide to retrieve a table large enough for the group. While we await the arrival of Martha and Angelica have to defend ourselves from attack by hordes of angry jocks and pussy with the characteristic saucer happy hour that claimed the space.
I was convinced we were stunned to be good in 6 or 7, and instead we were ten, so the plank is unfortunately not enough to give everyone a comfortable place to eat and drink in peace even those slowly because of the tables around you are looking for expanded rob us of living space.

I'm sorry that I have not chatted with everyone, but it was a nice appetizer. It made me really happy to see the Goro and Marianna and chat a bit 'with them. Then Lilly did not tell me shit when I proposed a gitarella in Brescia and are now just a beak and offesissimo sputazzo in the glass (much like a good drunken has always been one with her). Then

paninazzo to Fra Diavolo and fortunately the Cheche and Luke took home Eleonora, because I was shaking from sleep caused by an American and a glass of Nero D'Avola, I must admit I do not have the physique of a faithful drinkers time.

Before going to sleep I had the time to check out the photos I had taken Saturday to Fudenji and fortunately even if undertaken in a difficult lighting situation (ISOpazz, this is for Moscow) have come good. So I stayed quiet.

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Imogen Heap @ Magnolia

Monday, March 8, in addition to being the day of the Feast of the unattractive woman, is the date of the concert in Milan by Imogen Heap. After centuries

break this agreement hereby re-opened the season "concert" of the award-winning firm Karma Studio. With the hope of being able to put the pics on some perky agency we start from a mysterious Voghera in advance. Once we find that the seaplane
Magnolia is close to Le Jardin Au Bord du Lac , a mythical place of evening work.

omit the icy adventure in the row following the collapse of testicular obligation ARCI card even if you have the press pass to concentrate on the concert.

confess to not knowing very well the English artist, but I admit to always have appreciated since his famous song was used in an advertising campaign Skoda.



I say it was used as the soundtrack of The OC and some other series but I honestly do not remember.

Around the room are read notices inform the patrons of the request by Imogen Heap to turn off the heating, initially interpreted it as the shot of a crazy fancy English with hot flashes, but once the concert started I'll have to reconsider.


Every sound, every bell, every effect is realzzato live, the singer has two microphones on the wrists together using a sequencer to create rhythmic sequences of sound effects that form the basis of its performance. At one point we asked photographers to take a little time to record the sounds, and once again as a mark over his request to change my mind soon after. With the microphones record the sound on the wrists of full glasses of water made to vibrate with the fingertip or metal springs with your fingers and nibble actually any sound, click the camera to the hiss of the heater, could interfere with the show.

A seriously exciting show, which runs from mournful sound of a bunch of bells to get to the roar of a chest blow with violence.

She holds the stage very well and moves result, too few for the caliber of the artist, and plays it all and more, from the piano in the plexiglass sequencer via a wide range of objects. On stage with her are two violinists and a guitarist who will share with you to play flat, bass drum or xylophone. Hide & Seek

course was the most anticipated and popular piece, the public actively involved in the implementation of the choirs.

partner and I leave the Magnolia satisfied for the concert, anticipating the arrival of the next date on the calendar as there are artists like Kiss or Prodigy.

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