Thursday, November 20, 2008

Hooking Up Tomer Warner Modem

the time I just can not stop watching this ...


Carolina Kostner is the only athlete that I have ever remembered the name, because the sport (to do and look) I never liked it. I'm not exactly a fan, but my father at some point he learned that I loved ice skating, and so every time Carolina Kostner was calling me to watch her on TV.
I loved all the things that could create a bond between me and my dad, and often these things were linked to the television. The few that were becoming common interests, I never understood at all if it really were or why did they become such. However, there was the couch in my house, the Christmas tree lit with Lucette, the cover on his knees and in front of me and my dad with Carolina Kostner, to comment on a sport that we were not entirely practical.
The thing I always liked about her is the fact that falls in virtually all important occasions.
I know that is not the best in his sport, I know there are more good skaters with her, and I never even rooting for are not even patriotic, but I like to see her skate ... and fall. Why Carolina falls in a beautiful way, and then gets up and goes on as if nothing had happened. So after a while you 'you wonder if you fall seriously or if You just dreamed.
not ashamed to drop, he gets angry when it falls, it is everything ok. Perhaps because he knows that will happen and puts it into account every time I do not know, the fact is that I like.

There is another thing.
I also like ice skating. I am a self and therefore are not good, do it only once a year in Bologna when the mountain trail in the mall near the station. There is always a lot of people and the track is small and is now ruined, but for me it's better than nothing. So I can not do is go. I put on my shoes, by, and run for two hours straight. I can not do any figure, even simple ones, I just run without falling. And
this is the strange thing. I like ice skating and Carolina for the way in which it falls, and I will not fall. I'm attentive, I go very fast and often risk because they are a bit 'reckless, but then every time the balance in recovery time and so ... and so nothing escaped danger. Do not fall. Do not fall because they do not want to fall. Because I'm afraid of falling. It keeps me up that I have not the skill but the survival instinct of a brute animal.
And this is why I really like Carolina. Because she does not even to save the animal. She runs, jumps, flies ... and falls.
I, however, I love the feeling when you're running on ice, the sense of absolute freedom that you test the speed I love it but ... and remains an animal. Too much fear of falling seriously in order to live.

Tonight I watch this video, waiting in vain to see her fall, listen to this song, and I dream that some Christmas gifts for one hour in an indoor track, huge and empty. An hour on the ice ... just for me ... to run fast and then ... fall.


http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=nfUTDkfx70g

Monday, November 17, 2008

Broken Cappilaries On Stomach

time to "Wall-e"


The other night I saw "Wall-e . That movie I liked for different reasons, some more immediate and mundane as the identification, other than absurd, dealing with the usual madness that only I can do about things. One of these has to do with the time of that film.
I find that the sense of time " Wall-e" is wonderful.
The film is set in the future: the Earth, at a time not far from our present, it is evacuated from flooded waste. All the inhabitants move a spaceship and go to live in space. On Earth are the remnants of our civilization and heaps on heaps of waste for disposal. The original plan that provides some robots handle it all so that land can return home within five years. However after a while 'time the Earth is declared uninhabitable, and the project abandoned. On a desert planet, however, the robot is left on and continues to do its work alone, century after century . His name is WALL-E, a robot and is clumsy, shy and curious, which saves heaps of waste things that seem interesting. Leaving aside
now the rest of the story, although I liked and made me cry for many reasons, said the time was the thing that struck me the most. Because the music is all old songs, like "The Way en rose", or taken from musicals of the '50s. The setting is completely fiction, but the soundtrack belongs to our past, as most of the items that Wall-e collects, including an audiotape cite as an example. Some objects are more modern, but there's nothing that really characterizes our present, such as a phone or a CD.
Ok, it's just my trip, but the thing that made me mad with that film is totally missing the present. And 'as if whoever wrote the story had decided to make the point at which people leave Earth, and therefore it is not exactly an imaginary future, but an alternate present. In the world of "Wall-e " the Earth is already full of waste and we are there we went.

do not know why I like the idea of seeing so much lacking in this film, but I find it oddly reassuring. The past is a rich and sad memories, the future of aseptic filled with hope at the beginning but in the end, and this ... simply not there.
The credits then are a show ... told through the images as humanity begins anew on Earth from a single plant, and does so with drawings that imitate the styles of various eras. There is that stylized prehistory, then the Egyptian hieroglyphs, and so on, until Van Gogh's where it stops, perhaps, I think, not to get the horror of the twentieth century with the wars , and that-again-missing.
God only knows why I lose my mind for these things, in any case the time to " Wall-e" remains for me a wonderful magic.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Commonwealth Bank Maestro Card

freshman

It also has sounded the alarm this morning and I got back to sleep. Should I stop doing midnight on the internet, but I can not.
down for breakfast I again found Andrea on the couch, sleeping dress. In this house only Livio, with a perseverance and determination that only the students have, continue to wake up every day at 7.30 to go to class. Now you have my admiration, but I remember my first year in disbelief, all the past to get up at 5.30 to catch the train to Padua to 6.20, be in class at 8.30 ... and sleep on the bench for the first hour. I do not know what gave me the desire and strength to do this every morning. There were the companions of the train, including a year older and those of my age, the Sarina and Virna, I do not see anymore because they never wanted to transfer and now are probably only for exams.
all'Intermezzo There was the ritual of breakfast, with chocolate triangle so often lately that I'm going to look at every bar. My incurable infantilism pushes me to look for lost magic gestures. Redo everything with care, as if repeating automatic actions, the time could go back. Or if not him, at least the feelings that accompanied him.
Now it seems absurd to think of waking up at dawn just to have breakfast with the triangle chocolate and read the horoscopes in the Metro along with the others, all died of cold and sleep like me but I think they were just things like that make me get out of bed in the morning. Then there were the lessons, which no one listened and laughed, which mobilized all the banks of the former Fiat stupid little games, where we passed notes. I had a small group, we were always together, and we bought a Moleskin red to write crap to pass six hours of classes in a row. Adolescence was not over, and we managed to scold us by all the professors of the courses the first year, because we did mess.
At 2 there was a canteen, Piovego, which seemed the most beautiful and good in the world because we did not know each other, and the casino to find from 8 to 11 nearby places to dine together. Immediately after the lawn was there before, or the steps of Lungargine, with ducks. When it was cold we went to watch a movie at someone's home, usually Riccardo. The train of five and a half had lost a bet at the start, came home with one of the six and a half, between one thing and the other arrived at nine. My got angry, saying that I got tired and did not want me sbattessi so much.
was true, collapsed asleep at ten o'clock, exhausted. But I was happy. And the next morning when the alarm sounded at 5.30, shuts down without even mumbling, and out of bed looking for his slippers in the dark as not to wake my brother. Now I live in
20 minutes by the faculty, I lecture at 10.30 am, my alarm rings rarely before 9, but despite this, most of the time I turn, I turn away and think only: "Not worth it" .

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Why Scorpio Man Disappear

metadime @ 2008-11-02T21: 22:00

"I Heard There Was a secret chord That david played
and
it pleased the lord But you do not really care for music, do you?
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift the baffled king composing hallelujah


hallelujah ...

well Was your faith strong But you needed proof you saw her bathing
on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah...

baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor 
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when I moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, maybe there's a god above
but all I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah..."
 
- Jeff Buckley,  "Hallelujah" -  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMGyl-l3qqc