Sunday, October 18, 2009

Coversyl And Grapefruit Interaction

My life as a model

This is the cover of Combo, the last disk of OttoOhm . If you look carefully (click x zoom), you recognize a familiar face (ok, easy face there are only two in this picture). Not that I'm a fan of the group, but for various disturbances and even random links, now I find myself attached to them in this cover.

It was fun to model: Lay repeatedly stand in uncomfortable positions (Photoshop did not remove the precarious balance in which we were) with Nadine trembling with the effort (she is a professional model), change expression (more! less!) welcomed the end of the session.

Yeah, I did too!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Topless Cruise Sunbathing

Swiss Budget


... and I think all these months passed without me hearing, I made phone calls and not what I lost. I was angry to find myself almost to the point of departure, anger and sadness. Everything could have been different, but maybe I am, is different.
Naples since I do not see? Five or six months? I turn around and feel the chill of loneliness. Sometimes no, I feel good, brave as ever. A day I'm happy. And then I rediscover heavy crying bitter tears in secret.
I do not know what to think of me, too unstable, always sail the sea in a storm. And then there are too many things that I do not understand and I can not explain if not absurd flights of fancy and strange.
I miss my daughter, in a report that I / we have never been able to consolidate. But perhaps this is the fate of absent fathers. Many other things, then.
Now I have something much more important to pursue. The threads of a lost dream.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Make Toy Wrestling Cage Ring

Hypocrisy? Dreams of grandeur

(Roman Polanski with Crystal Globe Image provided by Film Servis Festival Karlovy Vary Roman Polanski was arrested yesterday in Zurich, on his arrival at the airport to pick up a lifetime achievement award. The world of culture was immediately raised, with proclamations of solidarity and outrage. My first reaction was similar but not exactly for the same reasons. The alleged offenses date back to 1977 when Polanski had intercourse with a minor after sharing drugs and alcohol. The speech, if the victim was consenting-raised by advocates of same-director has no weight, being under age 13 and older.
So we want to do? Use two weights and two measures because the person in question is a genius modern cinema, or because the facts dating back 30 years ago? Forget the wounds of the past is impossible and certain events never fall in prescription. Or maybe you? If we assume that people change over the years, we can not help but hope that the director is nearly eighty released as soon as possible and to continue his life in peace of mind.

On the other hand, this case shows plots groundwater. The opportunism of the Swiss are surprising: the director has long been a French citizen and has long sought to appear before the U.S. courts. Switzerland also has much to be forgiven and has never been an example of political clarity.
Opportunism is the word that comes to mind, cleverly hidden behind the neutrality of opportunism. If tax problems with UBS there are not, the arrest would almost seem like an act of good will. But the pressure on the U.S. is suspicious. Yes, Switzerland is suspect since its banks hide behind numbered accounts, secrets and treasures from all over Europe.
want to see that if Roman Polanski was presented in a false name (or just anagram), customs officers have turned a blind eye?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

How Long Can A Cat Go Without Eating



Tramonto su Salonicco
Greece is a delusion-European. I am attending a conference in Thessaloniki (ICAPS09) and for the first time I set foot in Greece. The first impression, getting off the plane, is to find in Naples Capodichino, however, as if it were 10 years ago when you had to walk the track to reach the terminal, even the heat is the same and on the bottom, to complete ' analogy, behind the town, a mountain of the same shape of the Somma-Vesuvius.
affects the noise and chaos of the machines throughout South Asia. Especially surprising signs for trade: a strange juxtaposition of greek alphabet with the Latin alphabet. It seems that in the rush to join the rest of the Western world, have made a partial transition. The writings in English reveal desire to adapt to capitalism which here loses all meaning. "Free way" and "Beauty Shop", "Helen's and other stores by the foreign name sound like us, fake, except that here the contrast with the Greek characters traditionally used makes this more obvious aping.
homeland of Alexander and Philip, now Macedonia has committed itself not to spread its culture throughout the known world or conquer the great Persian Empire, now in Macedonia is committed to giving its name to universities, airports, bridges and schools to emphasize a "copyright" apparently usurped the Republic of Macedonia, not far from care and independent Greece.
In our immense tree-monolith in front of the bay, the conference went to the big time, offering meetings with old friends and buena onda to talk. Like that, the speculation of the '70s and even helped.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Subaru Forester Hip Pain

Other small differences

On the road, a blue Cadillac California is not the East Coast.
surprising, this paradise of the American dream, the spirit of the place, reflected by its architecture that accompanies people's lives very near here, on the shores of the Pacific.

The streets are wide. Viale Diocleziano an alley in comparison. In Pasadena, a street with 4 lanes, the highway has 10. Continuing along the highway you come to Hollywood is just one block in the middle of nowhere was marked by an avenue of stars with evocative names, embedded in the soil. It makes one smile, it seems the path of fallen stars, those who were famous one day (and maybe even for one day only). In fact, the Sunset Boulevard, the Sunset Boulevard, not far, just the parallel of Hollywood.
Jackie Chan et moi
The car, everywhere, the distances are long because the city is scattered over an area of \u200b\u200b1000km ², because most of the districts is made homes, cottages and villas, each with its own garden, yard or park, because everyone has the right to fucking her privacy. Perhaps this is charged as the people are happy, as if he were not working, but as if in an eternal vacation. The feeling is not random, sun and sea are always there, and tipeidi available. The most popular sport is surfing. The blondes are blondes perfectly.

Opportunità, noi 4 di fronte al nostro primo Oceano

Everyone feels he can do the activity that may bring, or at least wants to find his place in society. This, as in the books of Jack, but in a much less dark and troubled, gives a sense of freedom. Freedom!
America is a statue that welcomes you and symbolizes, white and pure freedom.
Free to eat, too. Air conditioning is everywhere, cold as ice giants that distributors dispense the nation in every corner. We use a washing machine for only a shirt and dinner always away from home, because the food good and varied: you can eat anything in this country of immigrants. A Santa Barbara, we encountered a herd of giant crabs, a few dollars, we were delighted with their flesh. And then, further north, the nothing, a road that rolls along a pristine coastline, made of woods and cliffs and seals fishing in coves repair. Paradise said, where the governor is Swartzenegger, an actor much better than the clown of our house. In a way, with appropriate filters, they know how to live, these bastards!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Teething Baby Tooth Bud

Dating

CLG planner talk
makes me smile.
I left Pasadena for a day, after one of the worst conferences in terms of social I've ever had. I think it is the high number of nerds and the low number of women present. On the other hand I met a couple of old friends that I expected to see.
The first, succulent GS (called "arrogance" by friends), has appeared on the first day, workshops. I think it was the only time in which I was able to block 5 seconds and kiss him affectionately. Throughout the rest of the conference I was avoided like the plague (or if they stood apart, leaning on his laptop, and I did not want to pull out of his autism). And to think that I would have liked to post here a picture of us hugging and smiling ...

The other meeting, which filled me with joy (and not just for fun), it was with Gilles (sometimes confusing initial write only). Old friend of the military's roommate for 10 months, a professor in Lens. He still remembered the pasta and potatoes cooked in various lengths in a winter Sunday. Completely out of context, but with him and the French have done the closure of the receipt; to the last drop, you can say.

is so hard to stay away. I did not expect. Now I discover that having a strong bond is like an anchor, and a return becomes even greater joy of the party. Share this joy in 2 is even more wonderful.

I ended up in Malibu for the past few days as the guest of B. and C. Amazing! All of this trip was a surprise, good or bad, but life on
coast fills all the expectations. Hawaiian dancers, cocktails by the beach, fresh fish of the Pacific Ocean in front of huge and surfers who do nothing but talk of waves and fine, golden sand beaches, lobster tails. And the blonde ... hmmm .. Blondes. Blondes are really stupid!

Alex et Gilou à IJCAI09

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Information Aboutpainters

... Taken from ... It's Giving Them

What the fuck, one should live a regular life, his work 8 hours, if you're lucky, keep fit, maintain a minimum level of social relations, a relationship and perhaps a ride on Saturday night.

I just can not accept it, yet I want the bike, the new PC, I want a fucking car park below the house, a Full HD LCD TV with controcoglioni and as big as a fucking wall.

And I wish these damn mosquitoes cracked by the bite of tiny mites really angry and that's buzzing around when they want to be stripped to the waist to get their dicks.

However, it is a clash, a clash between your desire for freedom and absolute fancazzismo and the need to consume is now ingrained in the DNA and buy items and wonderful benefits and services, especially drugs. Here is perhaps the latter are missing.

And then I also want a guy who drags me to train, I want your abs turtle, what the fuck!

Actually I just want these fuckin 'shirts that I was being a bit' better, or someone to do the best shirt for me, that's the end I want the fucking t-shirts made to measure and then brings us back to the same problem as before.

TV, motorcycle, custom t-shirts, and mosquito weapons require fundamentally MONEY. Ok found

goal: making money. But did not get the deck, without the "regular life" above.

I think this is the dilemma of all humans, or at least those who are willing to do little, without interest, nor passions, nor desires, without a shred of ambition, lazy like a sack of potatoes with the skin. Aerosmith

These are just pissed off now maybe I should give him another chance.

Some people write about himself or about whether a sea of \u200b\u200bbeautiful things, oh how I envy you, or you're a fucking lie or cover men, but as long as you lie to us all right almost, you suppose, that 's the age of the lie, but lie to yourself?

In this case, I estimate there but a little 'I envy you I can not fool me, no helmet right there I try to lie to me but then I realize that I'm lying, they are too lively.

I'd like to return to the story that broke in Sandy, but frankly, a little 'me the fuck is Sandro because at the end of his life he found it, if you lived well and eventually had a purpose in life, and has especially haunted.

The casino is not to choose someone said, but accept their choices.

Wow that sentence! In my own choosing and the casino is expected to bask in the knowledge that to do so until they choose to do so you are always on time.

But alas it is not the time passes like a jerk and you're still thinking about what you want do it big. I grow up I will not do anything, that is a lot of things, but basically maintained, but unfortunately I have a bit of self-esteem.

In terms of love and sex can not ignore, I have to find a girl who is also a wonderful addition to keeping my eyes and my mind as well as to my heart, inteligente, full of interest and desire to live, full of I drag and infectious energy that makes me me want to be a better person.

I want to win the lottery of life, but I'm not going to move a muscle to do it and I am here to vomit on my disdain for all of you who read and judged.

Go read more I did not write it for you but for me.

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The point is not there. There is no reason why my stomach is in turmoil, it could be famine, may, but is not.
So I find myself thinking and thinking, I realize that maybe it's you, maybe you shake it all inside of me.
"That must have been a tacit agreement on our own?"
not involved, once we accept the compromise, a compromise so as not to miss potendoti not love.

An anthropologist would have understood more than me, on me.
You were wonderful the other day with salt and pepper your coat, your eyes amber hanging from the tired face, leaning against the wall of the silver flakes in our elevator.
Watch you go, a passerby on the painting of brick houses, with your hand and you walk away I will follow you from afar, "Pass this on" still in my ears.
My "I" is really your boyfriend, when I'm with you I feel full, complete.

Many identify with this feeling of love, and if so when I realized that I would be happy.
I would be extremely happy to love you with all my might, let me go with someone special like you. Yeah I do, I'm fine, but all this is going to end in one way or another, inevitably.
I will try not to get the crash, the clash will she break my legs, I want it to end everything with a touch of music ...
begin the descent, you will remain up there with the light, I throw them back into the darkness of fear or perhaps afraid to dare.

"It's Dare

Bring me the inspiration that was dormant for some time but all other obscure people, start happens slowly makes me a better person, but like any drug, rob and Grow Rich.
My dependence stronger every day, will end sooner or later.

takes so little to be happy, rested tonight, call me tomorrow after class, find me tomorrow and you're a bit 'with me, you're the cure for my disease.
Balla well alone tonight, I'll skip alone in the middle of the party and I'll send you a smile.
Enjoy your music, I'll play mine, you'll go or you stay always with me.

Whats This Red Spot On My Tongue?

tall, blond, beautiful they are.

Their tall, blond, beautiful they are.
complete and fulfilled in their lives, rational and insane, but mostly blond.
They claim to be Italian, few believe it, English was the spirit inside them, trapped in lives is too small shake so much to make those beautiful lives, and make nice to be with them. A pair of magnets
left trigger, attract or retract depending on the wind, and together are one.

The wall faces red blonde highlights black on the table, smiles, eyes that smell like home.

The blonde came like a storm, he felt just talk, rumors of selling the information, Imagine, you could only imagine.
But never, NEVER, we might have expected her, so much, but so much that she overwhelms you, you weakens, destroys you.
Only a rubber barrier can protect you from its turbines, and only when you see this hurricane still, in a second, bouncing on the wall of rubber, only then you will see all the beauty that lies behind his green eyes, and will be fully and glad I was able to discover this gem.

Biondo, unique alien absent.
Only occasionally is in full charge, some argue that draws energy from the sun, so, leaving little, is always tired.
the door of my trip was tall, blond, with hooded red was the one who had the answers.
He is so, he answers, it is sometimes too tired to reveal, explain and sometimes take too long to stop ... but he has always. The
Dott.Manhattan of East London.


Only in the red house, at least in the long living room, the beautiful table and chairs that make me company, the smell of being at home.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Can Felon Own Bow Colorado

provided Tales from the golden age

Piero Da Cortona - Golden Age Now I'm in Naples, in my old room, however, restored (not looking for them, but jump out of one thousand symbols from this), old books and goban. A cut, as I have for some time.

"After three months, a report stops based solely on hormones and it turns out it really is the other person," says my friend F. Actually, my personal experience leads me to say a person shows the real itself after two years. Before the deadline, you can not live without (too many) nodes come home to roost.
Anyway, I now have a clearer view of this first period.

The first month is lost in the mists of myth. It's like the Golden Age of our ancestors, like the wolf of Romulus and Remus, as the expedition of the Argonauts: The strongest stories are born at this time, the memories even more emblematic. If the strength of memory depends on their emotional charge, at the beginning of a relationship we are well positioned to memorize every gesture, every sentence spoken.

The second month is dedicated to sex. There it turns out physically and you spend your time to reject the limits of the other. Testing testing, to see who you're dealing with. Sometimes it takes risks to get where he would never have arrived, so much stress that they can burst.

The third month is a first test, blind coexistence. The realization that you are no longer alone, and the fight against this. F. You understand what it meant: the dependence on dopamine is so high that crazy, but is no longer a novelty and we rebel against all constraint. Once again: the awareness translates into a new set of habits. Take it or leave it, but during the third month you have enough hormones in the body can still fly, carried on wings of inertia.

Here ends the story mythological foundation of civilization. From now on, the man takes hold of their destiny and look at his acts with his eyes open and critical. In a way, here we become adults.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Blue Prints For Yamaxa

Narcissism elective

a wind blowing right in Europe. It does not seem strange, given the state of the left. In France and Italy-countries which historically has always been strong historically, has broken up, crumbled to the endless infighting. A
Scalfari article I read recently in the same direction of these my feelings. Too many fights, too much narcissism. To hear this word, just think of the shoes Bertinotti! Everyone defends his
, each party stops of politics (read: compromise) to care for their interests or ideologies. Coming to absurd not to give in to the covenants: the PD was reluctant to join the Party of European Socialists! Hesitated to go with the ELDR (European Liberal Democrat and Reform Party ) where, for example, part of the CiU Alfons Mas. To me it seems incredible! However at the end there is another form of defending themselves not to give to European flowing nell'ASDE.

Well, all this political narcissism, heedless of the interests of voters, it scares me. I'm scared of certain aspects of my character, now trying to deal with a valuable and hard as reflected in the mirror. At that, snap the question: is it possible to change for the better? Forget a bit 'self to a larger goal?
Personally, I think so. It changes if there is a need, "the greatest good " is generally a good cause for which sacrifice (the only fact). It will not be the first time. It happened with R., years and years ago to become a bit 'as they are now. I started doing interviews at Google Zurich before giving up, since the motive of this change of purpose had come to fall (not always give you confidence, part of the game, even if rabies). Now it seems that time and trust are to the end ... despite everything, the struggle continues!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

How Long Does It Take To Charge A Moped Battery

Walking London's a whole different flavor when I hear your feet together. Lazy

Walking London has a whole different flavor when I hear your feet together.

the need to stay close was present, the city so vast and cumbersome in their lives, now it was a surreal scene, wandering aimlessly had always been its a little truth, rarely happened to share it, never had been much appreciated.

She was leaning a bit 'too much in his world, too fast, bringing inspiration and poetry at the same time, could not be removed.

The vastness of the stage made it very small, and the stage she's well acquainted with the stages, but had always had reasonable measures, now was a dancer in a stage too big, his eyes ran down the edge of the city with the same enthusiasm of a child, without fear or dread, serene and strong, more than him.

narrow path, maybe the wind, or just a touch, a gesture, a presence that was there, only to be neighbors would not be enough.

The sun made the river dropping more importantly, its last rays on the faceted surface crepe shaken by the wind he saw them reflected, as they crossed the bridge.

talking and talking, walking, I could do forever, without anything, without a half without a reason.

moments like these and how others will remain with them, little things beautiful, unforgettable and magnificent, the wind, the river, his feet together.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

How Long To Artitifical Knees Last

Princesses metropolitan

Some time ago we talked choices.
The temptation today is in the form of a princess from the white legs, slip a thin layer of silk and a black skirt covered wide hips and inviting. I will not elaborate on his shoulders, face and round, to be perfectly fit the palm of the hands of a man. A face of an angel, eyes underlined by a black pencil as his thick hair falling down, with large falls in ringlets, a long neck and slender.
hard, really hard to take my eyes off him, especially after our eyes are crossed in a moment too long to be honest.

not speak to you then the blonde short-haired, heels, and sit in the same carriage that was provocative and that intersection every day in the department. Let's pretend to ignore.

I read my book without being able to concentrate on the words. The Princess pulls out a bag of Naples yellow (dark) make up a set of deep pink Hello Kitty
and focuses on his lips. I think a lot of femininity put together I have not seen ever before. Wobble.

I watch. Do not look at it. I do the two things together. Pat the book that was given to me by B. and I think her skin and made to laugh together. The two women seem to expect the metro, but the woman that I have not waiting for my pitch, I love the woman who anticipates my wishes. Always. Always? Perhaps the princess would be the same thing, but probably not ...

Choices, slut whore, the choices! Closing roads to access other. But then what?

not get up more eyes and think of what I've changed over the years. I sought advice from friends and
heard , tranquility in looking back, the discipline to follow their own choices. Exactly.
off the train and (perhaps for the first time in my life) I'm not around to cast a last glance back seducer.

Fear not pass before long. But that's okay. The choices involve suffering, almost by definition, but also these same choices that define us. Maybe because we grow only through suffering?

Friday, April 10, 2009

Visiting Dates For Inmates At Riker Island

The flight of the moth

Some time ago, in other places and other situations, I wrote of a moth. A silly poem and post-adolescent as many of the things I do. An endless chase themselves, ready to catch him.
The idea of \u200b\u200bthe moth is how these observations while you're away, analyzed as the subject and remember (alas) as its weaknesses when it comes to a younger brother. And here we return to consciousness, the image of the subject himself. But this is not where I wanted to end up ...

Part of the reasoning still My brain feels in vain, that you should not play with fire. How many times will happen to you. And despite the great promises, good intentions, sometimes, once you have burned, and cast a furtive glance back full of desire.
Yeah, so then he does? Ignore the flames do not stop being beautiful, look at them dance!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

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Deconstruction

a month we moved into our new campus of Poble Nou and left the station in France that has hosted in recent years, noise from trains and songs of the Zoo animals. The neighborhood where we worked has its attractions, a youth meeting hip and cultured tourists. Quit work and go get a beer in passeig side, with the background one of the finest Gothic cathedrals of Europe, was a real pleasure.

The area where we are now caught between the Diagonal, Marina and the first buildings of the Poble Nou is in the middle-of-control construction. It would perhaps be better to speak of deconstruction, because you're throwing down the old working-class neighborhood, its brick factories and its blocks of the first 900 to make room for skyscrapers, crystal towers of modernity that moves forward. The
Poble Nou has had a tremendous development during the industrial revolution, the Manchester of Catalonia
was called. Now it is one of the places in the world offering more to understand in which direction it moves the e-economy-especially the industrial revolution that ended more than a century in this part of the planet.



Going to work, I came across a book about a Mansion, various characters in light and dark and a sacrifice made with the quiet calm of a fair that you leave down on its prey, a life wasting away in a moment, gained after shots of danger and growth, now in its completion.

Now the university area is a neighborhood full of contrasts, mentre si buttano giù i vecchi fabbricati e iniziano a sorgere a lato, alti pinnacoli alla moda sognati da architetti famosi. Se passeggiate lungo la stessa calle Tanger dove sorge il mio Dipartimento delle Tecnologie dell'Informazione e della Comunicazione (eh sì, c'è trendismo anche nella scienza!), troverete, dopo l'isolato della Pompeu e gli studi della televisione di stato (TVE), una rimessa di camion trasformata in un villaggio gitano, con viali di roulotte e deposito di ferrivecchi. Poco più avanti, una discoteca hard, il Merlin, le cui mura hanno forma di torrioni e merli di castello medievale. E poi... il vuoto, due edifici in mezzo al no-man's-land che sorgono come monoliti grigi, dimenticati da una razza preesistente di giant ants, waiting to be felled to make way for homes more suitable to the new business district and the technology that is being built. So

relations. Construct and then deconstruct, and sometimes destroyed.
The sacrifice of the book was well thought, planned with wise and cool completely free: the time came, of course, the victim was pushed to the precipice that was waiting, a gaping hole of despair, a large and hungry. All very simple and vindictive as a child.
Not to be outdone (by time, by events, by their opponents) have to run on the edge of a blade, like a game of go, always in balance between construction and destruction. Eternal wheel made of erasures and subsequent unfolding that makes up stories.
build .... deconstruct .... building .... deconstruct .... building .... deconstruct .... Building.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

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It takes guts

the Somali camel liver

recipe for two people


Ingredients 300 g of liver of camel

1 onion 1 tomato 1 lemon

chili
Oil
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Cut the liver into small pieces and place into a container. Cut the onion and tomato and place in container with the liver. Squeeze the lemon into the container, add salt and pepper to taste. Soak the liver for about ten minutes. Heat oil
in a pan until it is boiling then carefully pour the liver with its dressing. Let it burn for 30 seconds, turning with the ladle. Serve immediately at the table.

Friday, January 23, 2009

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the receipt

Nature has a price. No wait. Nature has a price? Here, in fact, was a question. Nature has a price? I'm not saying that Carrefour brand in the box, who knows what I say when you see her? But above all, who knows when ever there fregherà something.


liberal economists, those of supply and demand, free market levels, have always thought that nature was not worth anything. Since, generally, the nature is not subject to exchange of goods, then it is not the subject of bid or application, it can not have a price. For this reason it can be destroyed, looted, covered with plastic bags or waste oils. After all, the reasoning is flawless: the polyp-to-door building costs 17 € because someone wants to eat, and then buy. Otherwise, the polyp remained in the sea without anyone calculate, for free. So how do you then give a value to nature? The coral reef as currency? The price of a forest is just the price of firewood or the sawmill?


Yes, but then the socialist economy? Change something? For their supply and the application does not have any role in determining the value of an object. It all depends on the amount of work that includes the object itself, or in machines that produce that object. Now the catch is that such an animal in the wild not in itself contains no work, unlike a domesticated species, and therefore not worth anything. So what is a species that is disappearing? Nothing. And above that is even less if you have not even been discovered: we know that destroying the Amazon to hammer swept away one after the other animals of which man will never know, never knew of their existence. But since I do not know what to destroy, not really destroy anything. The Caterpillar does a casino instead.


How do I rate what they do not know? The limit here is all the economy, the economy remains in the domain that exists in what is revealed. And 'the present, tangible, short-term. No one had predicted the great financial meltdown, but come on ...


biodiversity, however, has a value. Biodiversity has a cost. Biodiversity has a price and a price in euro. The European Union has decided to establish this through studies entrusted to international economists, perhaps more than identify the price, are considering the bill presented to us by nature for its degradation. 60% of ecosystems are now damaged, 10% of natural areas will disappear by 2030 and the rate of extinction of animal species is unique stuff for raves. Today, the bill would seem to be around 7% of world GDP.


But how are these costs? For example, in the case of the disappearance of a coral reef, were counted the cost of any replacement dams. This is clearly a completely arbitrary count: how to account for the cost of an object or event that is priceless? What is the cost of extinction of the white rhino? How to calculate it? It 'an inestimable cost, or more correctly as they have defined the economists study, an infinite cost. The need to give a price / cost to the phenomenon of environmental degradation is a function of political assessment but also the impact on the collective imagination. Nicholas Stern, economist and manager at the World Bank, for example, had assessed the damages caused by global warming to 5,500 billion dollars. Here, in this case the price is in dollars, the better we have the strong euro. Clearly, this figure has little meaning, but had the merit of spreading a certain fear in the political, economic and financial. Stern's goal was just to hit where the sun does not beat, the portfolio of those at the upstairs. Global warming has an inestimable cost, has a cost, finally, is a striking phrase, that global warming will cost us 5.5 trillion makes the idea. It 's all communication. So either all dismantled and everyone does the climate control, or is perhaps appropriate to think about reducing the bill.


Nature is priceless, in fact even biodiversity, global warming but because we felt bad and asked him not invent it. And human life? This is so, human life has it, is a response that can be given in slippers. The economist and demographer Alfred Soby had first proposed a calculation so that everyone can have their own ticket. And 'Just take the total amount that the person in question is likely to earn during their lives, weighted by interest rates, discounted items in "poor", resulting in the price at the time of death , that human life. There is a bit 'of irony but I go more on the sarcasm. Scientific example: A homeless man is not worth a shit, who earns two thousand Euros per month is worth double of those who earn much, but we know that is pulling the bucket. Then why, if the bum is in hypothermia from the cold, not worth the gasoline needed for the ambulance to save a millionaire by a accident should redouble its efforts with respect to the rescue of a pensioner with the least. It is not to be assholes, beauty is the economy.


In a world of all merchandise at a price. The octopus bench palace door, a pair of Adidas, illness and even death in the paradox of a life rather priceless. But thank goodness. To paraphrase Nietzsche, if he really would not have value.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

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Barcelona es bona bolsa is the person!

Three years to untangle the maze of the cultural offer that is Barcelona! All this, to live well, is putting its weight in money. From that point on, you exit the circle of tourism and low-cost access to areas where it makes art much better. Yes, because the tourist Barcelona is of three types.
The first is that it does not move along the Ramblas, born to be skinned, attracted by the reputation the city, this amusement park continued. It is an ignorant tourist, Pecorone of organized tours. The Picasso Museum is its most coveted cultural destination, when it goes to the museum of sex in Colon.
Then the tourist is caught. Along the "Pecorone" Sagrada Familia, one can see up to Montjuic and the Miro museum concerts of Palau. He drinks a cappuccino at Borne and makes shopping in the same neighborhood.

Finally there is the tourist money. Art goes down and makes shopping at Passeig de Gracia as everyone else, he just goes out shopping with bags in hand. Sometimes it can be seen from Bua up to Diagonal. Borne out not to because it feels cool, except when the dinner or Comerç Beasts 24. And concerts at the Liceu and the Palau, but not too much because it is generally invited to private parties up to Sarria.

The world of entertainment to the rhythm of the tourists. There are the pop concerts and discos frequented the fake flamenco shows to please the masses. The concerts are few quality, as well as the theater, which is divided between a millionaire and super-spectacle in Catalan in order to claim a cultural tradition is now superseded by a vanguard that does not look to regionalism. Festival Grec 2008


And we, in all this, how we fit? We drink a beer at Borne because we are cool, but then we go to the Apollo or Razz. So then pop music is the same everywhere and that the entertainment industry has understood this well. To exit fees ... here, you have to pay. Since it provides a budget for the show open unexpected doors. Festival of Greek theater, and works great performers at the Liceu, Palau Herbie Hancock, experimental music on the terrace of the museum Miró (and at night there are two pianos, which are reflected on a pond while playing and the sun sinks slowly behind the city \u200b\u200bon fire). Exit and go home satisfied. More than satisfied: the more wise, rich, satisfied.

But then you meet people at those concerts, "exclusive" in such pleasant places? It is not clear.
Simo's friend-my faithful companion fled to the Liceu, I pointed out that in Naples, when he went to the theater, would meet half the world. Here? It is unknown if those who skirts is a university professor, party official or wealthy Andalusia. There is no-at least not explicitly-a recognizable social group that meets frequently to art events in the city. The people of the Liceu is not the same you see at your favorite restaurant or a movie before.
Barcelona will also elitist in its culture, so as to create watertight compartments of regulars? Or, more simply, there are culturally active groups and those who encounter when I go out at night are just other tourists, a fourth category of hidden and culturally active.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

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I'm tired.
I'm sick. Do not even arrive in forty years with this crap on me. I have the balls full of all these lies and this appearance. There are too many bullshit that count. And do not talk about your clothes. I believe that your work be your major and your desire to make you recognize. I do not know you do not even know who the fuck you are and I did not even care cause you have nothing. Air fills, judgments and words. All the reviews and word-centered life and myths that have not ever shit. What you saw you piss in the face. I'm tired of teaching me life goes on. Be very careful when you speak to be heard. When I speak I feel your posting and your interest at least judging shit all that is not yours. Get angry with those who thinks the same as you and pointed at him as an enemy. Leave your footprints where you sell your ass and make you think you can not recognize changing shoes. You agree. You agree always to judge. You will not lose control of your surroundings and do the victims lived and the four books you read. But you would never write. Your incompleteness does not interest you. Move mountains just to show you. Do you plan to come into my life and stay there forever because forever I will remember you. You're wrong. I'm learning to erase. And I do not remember anything nice. And I do change my masters and my virginity violated. Violated. There is nothing for you. Do not have a dick if you do not get impatient dicks and pussies get wet and that many words. A lot of money. Little money but great spirit. Pretend you're struggling and you think you do along with others. You are part of that world who is like you but pretend you do not. Once I would have laughed to see you and now I'm sad because I know that you are children of the dust. Memories that are not designed. If you stopped it thinking you will realize being alone and being surrounded by lips and hands that will touch you and use to run the world so disgusting. You can still wear makeup. Get you in the dress. Get lipstick more provocative. You can wrap up to be a sticker to stick on an album. Continue to live your life. I did not deserve to cut you down and leave you to do your things. To think that your lives are so important. Look at the purpose of your life and pisciatevi him. I'm not a superhero and I'm not a hero. I just want to live my shit without you come to leave homilies or come pick my stuff. I have nothing to be taken. You will not find anything except your imagination that chew my cum. I do not try. Leave me alone. Do not be surprised if no answer. If you do not find me. Head for the memories. There are already some. You want to keep with you for my attention and pretend to have for me. But you will not give a fuck about me. No one gives a shit to anyone. I hear your steps through your heels but do not know where you're going. I know that I'm sitting here, but not for a while I get up and I'm leaving. Why do not you want to hear your answers dick. I do not care really. It 's over. Why the mistake is mine. I thought you loved and you were really human. I love you. I thought many things. Do not you think more. But I'm not changing shoes. I'm just walking despite having his legs broken and must use your hands to drag me. I will delete from the elbows and tattoos will be covered with blood. I'll just make them.



Self-portrait by Hellofriend

Saturday, January 10, 2009

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M: "The faces of those smiles hide the shame of the errors, the patience of endurance, the weight of the wings, two evil eyes, the archetype of sleep, the joy, the tongue behind the teeth and the biting, the desire to do something that maybe will never return, promises to pay the same price of the preceding words. The looks do not exist. There are only two eyes that look at you. "


m:" I have to stop believing that important? "


M:" You must not stop ... because basically you are. You are as important as everyone else. You have to stop thinking that there is always something behind you. "


m:" I just was not transparent. "


M:" Maybe you are. "


m: "And how do you see me?"


M: "Now? I'm listening. The other times I do not remember. "