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The world upside down: Marc Chagall

Once again, the Ara Pacis in hand with a temporary exhibition.
And once again it is a delightful challenge.
Marc Chagall and his world upside down are the stars of this show going on for several days - until March 27 - at the Museum of Ara Pacis.
are about 140 works, including paintings and drawings that trace the artistic production of this eccentric painter in such a form as in the colors c 'is no trace of her training and influences - cultural and religious - that will determine its unmistakable style.
unlikely characters, surreal landscapes and controversial contexts: everything is in Chagall reversal of reality, of the expected and anticipated. A world upside
fore for the first time that the order of things.

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Rome City Christmas ...

slowly drops the curtain on the gaudy glitter and the frenetic urban environment that surrounds the city, leaving room for the mind and heart, finally free to stop and find ...
So why not devote himself to the discovery of a cultural project concerning Roma in these holidays? Rome city Christmas, a festival unique in the world "sees till 09 January, the series of music initiatives, creative, and artistic solidarity with the objective Capital illuminate the banner of entertainment and culture.
some ideas ...

Massimo Wertmuller on stage on December 29 at the Capitoline Museums
Rossana Casale and Tosca in concert on January 3 at the Church of S. Maria di Loreto
Iaia Forte in the Jan. 8 concert at the Capitoline Museums
Claudio Baglioni in concert Dec. 31 at Via dei Fori Imperiali

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Del give books for Christmas

's Christmas again. Libraries, by magic, become the places where you can easily observe the tic of the nation. The other I have chosen a day where I go often, for the courtesy of orders, their discreet competence, their gentle way to guide you and take you with her hand. Before

reflection.
Choose a book to give away, I'm coming to see it as an act of great arrogance. It is not clear why, tomes and tomes of etiquette not recommended, unless it is more than close, to give perfumes. Immediate interference, in the tastes of the person to whom the gift is intended.
Why should not it be just as well with books?

It may be objected, but I only present authors (or texts) that I read, with a view to sharing. Ok, and if by chance the perception of a text (provided assume that it is subjective) is different from the one we had we?

The book, admittedly, is a dangerous item. Giving a text "that" person, the easier we make mistakes. Suppose you have some time to be read, we see condescension, we test our (and others) the level of understanding of the person to whom it is intended. An awkward affair.

There are various types of "donors" of books. Fatal then, in the best-seller at this time in Italy, are included in the top four three cookbooks. It will mean something? Already

me ... I hear the food is the only aho What we have left (for those who can still afford to do it twice a day ... co 'sti moon light de ...) famogli gift ... you'll see that I'm appreciated. So

shortcuts rankings, hype wise, eco perverse between advertising exposure on TV and the disposal of batteries in the library do the rest. I am selling texts, texts that are by their realization enable publishers to publish other texts less "popular" and (hopefully) a higher profile.

remains what it is, once again, a bad habit dies hard.

The gesture, the gift of a book, in essence should be measured. Calibrated with discretion, even after having investigated the tastes of the recipient. There is a variant, for people whose relationship is in crisis communication ... and the subtext is ... "here, you see? that was what I wanted to say and I could not delegate it to someone else ... ... I let me speak to its pages. " Then takes the revenge ... You wanted to surprise me, giving me a book of poetry, you open space with a manual fishing ... (which probably was that the trout in America ...). The gift of a book deal is heavy.

Handle with care.

My shopping list ... (which is what I got, to whom, and especially because)

A 4-CD box set of Stevie Wonder with translation and concise bio. For a friend in need (for me) to listen to good music to shake off a period of heavy (emotional, occupational, etc.). The last of

Tabucchi. Talk about travel, and too easy to give it to the same person as above (which, however, has always traveled as a rule of life)

Moments of happiness negligible, a former romantic who need a reconsideration of the last years of its existence. The last of

Lodoli, a brother, a teacher too, of leftist sympathies ...

The biography of Marilyn Monroe (lots of new photos) to a brother that would do well, even with good these stupid substitutes, rediscover the iconization of feminine beauty. The text of the culinary

Parodi, a mother, who, a friend of mine, who do not mind performing in the kitchen ...

The last (first? The only?) Fatigue Barbara d'Urso Stories of women ... ... troubled by the author who signed with the manner of fast food was really present when, in the library to dispense dedications to perfect strangers.

I was advised the last Veronesi XY, too cruel for a lady ... (but is it true? Veronesi has a writing style that I do not mind ...).

The biography of Keith Richards to a friend patient worse off than me for the Stones.

And still others of which I am silent out of shame and boredom.

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Friday 17










can happen, of course. Lately, going a bit 'more often.
may happen that for once the weather there azzecchino. It may happen that your daughter to tell you, in the same tone he predicts Dustin Hoffman Rain Man " Quantas?! Never fall! . You know?
One of those judgments with such complacency as to leave no room for doubt. My daughter had set out, "Dad, it snows tomorrow" (live in Rome, ed.) To my question, innocent, "Why?" ... I felt answer ... "he told Sky's the weather! Those are never wrong! ": Mai
sentence was correct.

Yesterday, Friday 17, when I was just outside Rome to enjoy doing the Santa Claus post-modern (not wearing the traditional costume, Reindeer, but not driving a Ford trivial, but fails to deliver gifts to the worst of passable wine to its customers) in Company of a friend, surprised us a snowstorm.

Now, my level of appreciation of the snow, since time does not suspect, is the pleasure that can lead to realize that he was captured by a camera. Simply can not stand. Not bear all the literature that revolves around us, from Rigoni Stern Massimo Boldi (forgive me the combination). Cinepanettoni hate, hate everything that has to do with the mountains that are not or hikes in the hills (which I drew for a long time). But do not tell me in snow, and its derivatives.

So all'accorgersi that the attempt to come out by a slight incline to the village where we had lunch (in a room worthy of penguins as far as air conditioning), I am reminded that, buried between two thousand and junk purely superstitious, I have chains .

We stopped in some way, and we begin to compulsive manual with installation instructions. After several minutes, and fruitless approaches subcompact. On board two women. One sees us and starts laughing. Of laughter contagious, groundless as absurd. Easy to follow her. Down a girl who would not look in a catalog of Panini wrestling champions. since the discipline was just a little 'more popular with us .. The girl with an authoritative look (I'm only suggest that you wear gloves that promptly I offer) even as we mount the chains to the Ferrari garage in one of the most inspiring days.

Moved, I thought to leave a couple of bottles of good champagne and take the nimble way home. Make the mistake to take the Cassia bis. A highway, with a paio di generose corsie per carreggiata. Quella che ci ospita, in direzione di Roma sembra piuttosto sgombra. Troviamo un benzinaio aperto, facciamo il pieno e proseguiamo. Alla prima salita la coda. Vediamo la sommità della salita, sgombra. Ci sono “solo” un paio di camion che evidentemente sprovvisti di qualcosa in grado di fargli superare il dislivello ( catene, ruote da neve, marce ridotte, diosolosacosa) impediscono agli altri disgraziati come noi di procedere.

Restiamo fermi due ore due. A mezzo metro per volta, la salita assume il valore del paradiso per un cattolico praticante. La mèta è la, la vedi, ciò nonostante ti industri per fare del bene, nel frattempo.
Alla radio sentiamo di tutto, le polemiche for the release of the protesters, Wikileaks, Inter, the draw of the Champions League, the advice to get better estimates of the body of festvità eat, the last love of pin-up guy. In short, I fall asleep. I sleep for a time that I can not be estimated. Finally, as darkness falls, god knows how, it opens a hole that allows a transition to sob a car at a time. Not without depriving us of the elegant exchange between a lady that has plagued us with the exhaust from a BMW X3 and the poor driver of the truck stop "Look, we have to go home, you know!" The grunts sull'incazzato one of them, and she, like a poisonous snake "But I have three children edge ": In two strokes the country's image.

proceed to thirty per hour. We reach the union that does not seem real. The road to that point and 'better. We decide to pull over on the hard shoulder inside a tunnel. We try the same operation of chains: do not believe, as complex as the Mt. Suddenly I understand the concept of "Wind Tunnel", which are subjected to tests to estimate the aerodynamics of the car (read, resistance to wind flow, thus hindering the penetration of air friction). A cold gust is in charge and continues to dress nicely all the time necessary to the operation of removal: that is' still a lot (a loving thought of the girl before, this is, in the meantime).

the transaction took place, we proceed, I almost moved from finding the way and open approach to speed worthy of the name. We stop for coffee and a generous pee connected in a motorway sfigatissimo populated by Eastern European whores and Dickensian characters.

But the punishment of 17 on Friday still has not exhausted the surprises for us in Serbia. At the junction with the motorway to Heathrow, forewarned by an anachronistic as ineffective LED billboard overlooking the three lanes, respectively, we warned that the queues are from there to the Prenestina (for the Romans, we speak of a thing is equivalent to 20 km, and at the same time that the weather conditions are "bad." I have always been curious about those who are appointed to compile these messages. I always asked what their level of education as their cultural background, what they are fed, such as books they have read, the movies that have appreciated and chatting amiably in front of them a cup of coffee at the bar with colleagues or in front all'omnipresente machine which also need to have in the control room, the room Docva suppose to type these messages mixed with spirits of literature ranging from standard to calibrate their fear, and false warnings care. adverse weather conditions, but it should be? L? Italian and 'a fantastic language. An unintentional humor at times.

The Curse of the 17 it performs well giving us an hour and three quarters to take a little more 'than five kilometers. We assist as Tantalus, with a mix of admiration for their irresponsibility) that regardless of all the desperate pass at 150 km / h on the hard shoulder. Direct our insults to the occupants and their respective qualifications unmarked police car with flashing lights that dart to the right regardless of our torment. Smoking is not known how many cigarettes, I try to change the radio station, I go to un'insulsa Shakira medieval Vespers (that style, those of Radio 3). In short I give in, across the board and refer mentally, like a mantra, the names of the mayors of this city, the City's planning department, that have followed some thirty years here, cordially mandandondoli there. Sold

also the verve needed to get angry at the end of a passage and decide individual, at the cost of extending to more miles to get out of that circle of hell.

another twenty minutes time I'm home.

's over, I tell myself. It 's over.

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The collective Terna Prize opens its doors ... .

From December 21 to January 15, 2011 the Temple of Hadrian in Piazza di Pietra, will be the site of an interesting group that collects the works of young talents and personalities of well-established Italian contemporary reality: the participants are as many as 16 winners of the 3rd Prize Terna whose theme Vision: Source and Power. Energy through the generations led to the creation of stimulating and innovative creations ...
daily from 10.00 to 20.00, admission free

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Hundred Painters are back ...

Back from 16 to December 19 an appointment rated not only by "experts" but by all citizens and visitors to the city or the historical review of The Hundred Painters Margutta: the event which gathers every year a number of accessions and heartfelt sharing, will be held from 10.00 to 21.00 - every day - in the historical center, offering its visitors an alternative to Christmas shop windows sparkling, characterized by love and dedication to creativity ...

http://www.centopittoriviamargutta.it/Mostre.htm

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feline










Today I fed a cat.
I took the press and a couple of pieces of pizza, and I arrived at the dock.
I found a bench, bathed in sunshine. I sat down and started eating through the paper, being careful not to stain it. As I was so
, materializes in front of me a cat. Put a little 'shabby, but a unique elegance. She looks at me. I look at him.
We looked for a while, 'silent.

The dignity of his eyes instinctively pushes me to do an act, bringing to him the hand with a bit of pizza. He must be hungry because your
if it is taken, with his usual elegance, and after having duly odorata, porphyry cubes deposited on the floor of the pier, he swallowed at once.
I continued. I read the newspaper, and reached out with crumbs.
We went on like this for a while '.

Then I remembered. Even last night I dreamed about a cat. He was the one who lives here with me.
He was in bed, I'm not even sure it was, in the dream, the bed where I sleep normally. In any case, the scene was quiet, you will feel no tension. Only, I found unusual granting him such a luxury. At worst, the cat is parked in the winter, resting on a blanket on a chair in the living room. I

associated intent of a two-day feline.

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A day of why I did not like the last Woody Allen.













I took courage, supported by the need to smile or be missing some clever humor laugh in front of the great director.
I walk out with a reference to a bully, I do not remember by whom, the phrase "phenomena that we are overrated? Woody Allen, for example: shunned at home aficionados collect from us. "

The film has its greatest flaw in the implementation of the times. It is designed like a stage play, but moved to "weight", without adaptation, to the big screen, it loses the characteristic that it would make a nice product.

Slow, boring, vaguely predictable, and with a new final "Semi open", which seem to have voted (with some years of delay) the directors after copying the writers (I think the master of all: Raymond Carver).

The irony is not lacking, of course. Some genuine laugh escapes you in following the adventures of Anthony Hopkins in great shape, struggling with a sparkling (and a bit 'mignottta) twenty.

What does it be? Perhaps the celebration of adulthood struggling with the eternal theme of love.
Here Allen is successful, the portrait in the round of awareness of the limitations of the body, in spite of eternal youth that seems to bring with them the love, and anyone who tries it again.

E’ una trama da palcoscenico, e la sua invenzione su pellicola, lascia l’amaro in bocca.
Peccato.

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The Cabinet of animals, Giulio Mozzi




Segnalato quasi con timidezza dal proprio sito, ho preso questo piccolo volumetto di Giulio Mozzi,
edito da duepuntiedizioni, La stanza degli animali.

Si legge d’un fiato, contando su un numero sparuto di pagine. La mia lettura è avvenuta sui comodi divani di uno studio dentistico mentre ero in dolce attesa del mio turno. E mai attesa fu più gradita.
La scrittura di Mozzi ha del terapeutico. Il ritmo della sua narrazione a volte ossessivo, a volte immediato e spedito come il taglio di un bisturi, permette di let you take your hand to get a free ride coaster of his imagination.

The work is moving around a drama, where, however, the effect of a shocking event almost impossible to hear. Is left in the background, to carpet, reducing it almost shameful to pretext. From the work of excavation is outside everything else, the past of a father,
his relationship with his son who narrates, and the relationship with the places, things.

It is from these "tangents" that is the best out of hubs, from going to investigate even the simple objects, with their burden, not said, but bearing emotions, feelings, conflicts, observed with a gap aseptic where light (this seems to be the underlying purpose) the infinite variables that are somewhat to rebel during a foreseeable and predictable narrative.

The surprise, in other words. The reconstruction of a fact from a different way to relate the parts that compose it, and giving life, the magic here, another way of telling. Please note, not a pure exercise in style and solipsistic. Here we are in new territory, leaving behind the complacency of the investigator of the first hour, Hubs gives the reader an opportunity, scoring his style with another way of telling today in Italy.

Here, if ever, regardless of the assessment were to text sé, questo piccolo volumetto possiede la grazia di lasciarsi leggere con un’attenzione inversamente proporzionale al numero delle sue pagine, lasciandoti, alla fine, con uno strano retrogusto.La capacità di spostare il tuo sguardo altrove, come nemmeno un navigatore satellitare saprebbe fare, in una giornata di nebbia. Dando al lettore la possibilità di dirsi appagato, lontano da effetti speciali e fuochi d’artificio, per una storia raccontata con un tono di voce quasi sussurrato ma deciso e impietoso.

C’è un autore che me lo ricorda, in modo prepotente, quando Mozzi scrive cosi ed è Williams Carlos William. (in particolare il suo Patterson). Non suoni irriverente nei confronti di entrambi, ma sono tante le assonanze, di ritmo, di poesia, di modo di guardare, con questa meraviglia trattenuta e controllata, e che lascia parlare le cose, affinando l’esercizio percettivo dei sensi, concedendo, per tutto il tempo della lettura, piccoli attimi eterni di felicità.

Da leggere.

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Inception


Cosa c’è da dire su Inception ?

Niente. Andate a vederlo. Anche senza aver calato prima lsd.
Un gioco. Mind game, ecco. E infondo, l’avverarsi (per la sola durata della pellicola) di un miraggio, quello della condivisione dei sogni.

Quante volte, quante volte, al risveglio o anche durante il giorno, al semplice sopravvenire some detail which functions as an anchor, we come to the surface, unexpected, pieces of dreams, even before that with technique and perceived loyalty refer us their delicious flavor.

Personally I am attracted by the state of half awake, usually post-prandial, during which, he went to understand why, the brain automatically renews the threads of broken dreams the night before, allowing, as was a consummate writer, to resume plot.

The film avoids this step if you shared is otherwise incomprehensible. While you paste instead of the chair, making fun of units such as time, distance, Isometric. The idea

is nice, but wanting to avoid any spoilers, I can only suggest to go see it with a bit of suspension of disbelief. It 's a tale, well told, rhythm, and if conditions in mid-sobriety, it also has the advantage to be understandable to anyone on average.

bad that goes in a forthcoming evening gray and wet and cold, plugged into the house, the fire in the fireplace, in a wide glass of Calvados brandy, sunk in an armchair, is likely to be revised, with the proper concentration (seen in a multiplex that of his own, seemed designed by the architect who oversaw the scenes).

Bello.

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They are all well

De Niro has a mask that you punch. Based on the novel, but some say it is a remake of an eponymous film by Tornatore, tonight I saw they're all good.
If it were not for the unfailing good song in the finale (of Paul McCartney), and run the credits, I noticed that the small audience that attended the screening, contrary to what usually happens, he lingered a while 'before move your ass from the chair. (It was raining outside listlessly).

They are all well, is a well-mounted film, agile, which inevitably affects the relationship with you for better or worse each of us has had (or had) with his father.
It 's a ontheroad atypical. Where to move, after the death of his wife, è un anziano padre in pensione, in vena di “sorprese” per i propri quattro figli (che tema, la vecchiaia, l’incedere degli anni, l’avvicinarsi della morte, da Estwood di Gran Torino, al Nicholson di A proposito di Smitdt, sarà che la popolazione invecchia e con essa anche questi grandi mostri sacri sui quali sembrano attagliarsi questi soggetti).

E’ Americano, si. Ma non si fa fatica a ravvisarne le dinamiche anche nella nostra (tutta speciale) famiglia italiana. Ci sono i cavi del telefono. C’è il caucciù col quale li ha ricoperti “per chilometri e chilometri” durante l’attività lavorativa, questo anziano padre di colpo, alla morte della moglie, in board, anxious to give himself a role in starting the relationship with their children. These cables carry the voices, and are the views of the protagonist, during his long train journeys to trick unsuspecting passengers to share the memories with him ... (at times reminded me of a poem by Carver, one on a phone booth, There 's a woman he observes from his mime tries to interpret the quality of news just received, there is the indifference of the medium, able to carry, together with the less good news.

Bello , sometimes moving, and masterfully played by De Niro as a few other times inspired. Despite the years, the ability to make solitude and stoic emotion before the result of his efforts, and the obsession of the same question, addressed to all the children "are you happy?".

Go and see.

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from short news items (which I love) Site corriere.it (also re-launched the radio) the arrest for a trivial control of a young vietnamnita, (that you Pham Nam), which circulated a frozen carcass Tiger in the trunk.

Steve Bishop, a brilliant conductor Procasma (known locally on the outskirts of Rome, famous for the extravagance of host amphibians, reptiles and other prohibited animal form) has been clarified. "I reject with contempt any and every approach to the fact: as we all know the main requirement of our friends the animals housed in the premises, is that they are alive."

reject any inference in this regard.
The fact remains that the young Vietnamese thirty-nine, was apparently found in his pocket a map of Rome, with a mysterious circle made with a pen around the area where the local stresses.

"Investigations are continuing," so said a spokesman for the special repressing the illegal import of exotic animals.

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People used to say "put the muzzle "...( here for further explanations).

do not agree on almost nothing of what he writes, the way he writes. Nevertheless I find the barbaric
available implemented yesterday by the Council of the Order of Journalists.

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Animal Kingdom, by David Michod











A life that I did not go to the movies alone.

happens that I have a few hours of time. What happens is that it's Saturday afternoon, and it's early in the fourth movie multiplex damage. Going to the movies in the dark, ie without knowing anything about what is going to see is something that has always impressed me. Yes, I agree, it looks like Russian roulette, but at least, if after you take the tram, you can not take it, for once, compliant with the criticism of some so-called cinema expert who earns (evil) bread managing a section dedicated, does not matter whether on TV or in print.
And magically
the experiment has failed. Filmed by an Australian debutant
(David Michod) the film is a small gioiellino.e from the title refers to the vein of apparent incogruenza between it and the context of the story it tells. A little 'Carver as he did with his stories: Elephant, is an epiphany of family affection, and the details of the name of a game that the player was with his father as a child.

The story itself is abusatissima. Here is how to tell it which makes a cameo.
Superb editing, real backbone of the film. Never didactic, never un'indulgere free (as we have used so-called big names recently directed the world).
Animal Kingdom, is the painful journey of initiation into the life of a teenager in a Coptic family of gangsters.

The story is all in the inner conflict of this boy (played on screen by an absolute beginner to a bravura star, James Frecheville) with the world in which it comes into contact against their will, more for family relationships that real conviction.
The pace of events will take him, not without suffering, to free themselves from this dimension,
el'epilogo, though bitter, is sentenced to be nailed together in that world, but together the biblical deliverance from evil (represented here by an uncle rather malvagio),

Bella la colonna sonora, le scene, già detto, montate con intelligenza, con scorci di Melbourne molto suggestivi, zoomando su dettagli e allargando il fuoco. Fresco, ben girato, il film, cosi recitavano le didascalie sui manifesti all’entrata della sala, ha vinto il Sundance film Festival di quest’anno, ed è stato definito il miglior film crime australiano.

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Burlesque at Procasma





Intanto ti becchi una bella denuncia...stronzo ! Poi lo vediamo se il tuo intento era o non era quello di tirare in ballo una Onorevole della Repubblica.

Capto questo dialogo dal viva voce dell'auto (una banale BMW x5, color aragosta) Steve Bishop.
Sali, I'll give you a ride, I had just said, pushing his glasses with the frame body color. Imagine a dwarf circus behind the wheel of a car like this: two pillows embroidered crochet in the ass, on pain of having to tell what's beyond the windshield. As
electronically assisted by all sorts of electronic devilry, the car if the driver does not arrive at least see the road from the dashboard, not a novel: the mica you can tell. And given the response times of Steve, stuff to choose to go by taxi all my life.

I invite you to an extraordinary event. The Procasma Burlesque Festival will host the first in the capital. Mai, fino ad ora, si era visto qualcosa di simile. Inoltre sto preparando delle sorprese per i nostri ospiti. A breve partiranno dei corsi, ogni casalinga disamorata potrà, finalmente, appropriarsi delle sofisticate tecniche del Burlesque per riproporle all'interno del proprio bisunto menage.

Bisunto, si. Proprio cosi ha detto. Poi a casa mi sono collegato sul sito di un dizionario online e ho trovato questa definizione, testuale: Come prefisso, "bis-" o "bi-" può indicare: ripetizione, accrescimento_:vedi "bis-unto(= molto unto).

Ora, l'impiego di questo aggettivo, in faccende riguardanti il sesso per la mia limitata cultura ha dei rimandi significativi nella celebre pellicola ambientata a Parigi and that had to do, from the title (and I've never understood why) with a famous Argentine dance. Greasy I just caught unprepared, but Steve was there, pardon the pun.

Thus, the defendant evening, summon the usual cab through 3570. A voice from the east European accent reassures me that in the short, 51 Lampedusa would have to take me to buzz Proscama. So it was. Swiss intercoms on time, get down. Waiting for a Sri Lankan, in later years. Here the effect of failure to reform pensions, I think, as I take place, closing the umbrella to avoid getting wet.
The driver has a guide, regardless of age, a lot of speed. With consummate grace si dilegua fra sensi unici, corsie preferenziali e chachacha. Mentre guida, dalla sua radio, escono musiche di Bollywood, e io mi interrogo su cosa ne sarà di questa nazione fra dieci anni, Marchionne permettendo. Fuori, intanto, continua a piovere.

Arriviamo davanti al Proscama. Il frontespizio del locale ospita una scritta a caratteri cubitali che certo non farà la gioia di chi abita al primo piano e ha deboli problemi di insonnia. La scena è illuminata a giorno come nemmeno quelle di una troupe intenta a girare qualche spot, dentro la caverna di turno. Ad attendermi, in livrea, l'energumeno dalla voce flatuata, come quella di Audrey Hepburn, che per sua stessa ammissione, costituisce un faro ineliminabile, nella prospettiva of its growth. Everyone is given the right to dream, I think, as I do to accompany the few steps separating the cab from the entrance of Enel Procasma.

A good evening Sir, I said it in your pocket in order to leave a tip discreetly slipping in my hands as I close the umbrella. Later overcome the heavy curtains (with sound absorption features, Bishop told me once, but over which I have heavy doubts about the fire behavior) go down the steps leading to the rooms. A large glitter of sequins, ostrich feathers and boas to surround the slender shoulders of the pitcher or worthy of some weight in Ukraine. The effect is alienating. Never seen so many people. All with a Flute mano, bollicine e risate, come è nello stile del locale. Quasi sepolto da questo festival da magazzino costumi, degno di Cinecittà, facendosi largo a forza, fendendo capannelli intenti a commentare l'avvenenza dei costumi altrui, Steve riesce ad avvicinarsi per porgermi il benvenuto.
Vieni Cletus, qui starai bene stasera. Guarda quanta gnocca, mi sussurra. Steve è gay, chiaro che sottenda alla mia, di felicità. Cosi, fra matrone della media borghesia, cafonazze arricchite e mal smaltate, gente di tutte le salse, e una cospicua presenza di femmine giovani e sorridenti, mi fa strada fino al banco dei cocktail. Prendi, e mi porge una coppa con della roba che fa le bollicine. Stasera abbiamo fatto il pieno, mi dice trionfante, I did not think the Burlesque attracted much.

orchestra on stage dressed in New Orleans, between the faces of which I find it hard not to see those different post telegrafonici usually go on to other local events. Will sound even worse, if in the midst of such noise, eccentricity of the local DJ's mixing desk, do not come out in sync weather forecasts, recited by Paul Sottocorona famous weather-man to a national television network, two weeks ago. The public does not listen to it the one nor the other. The rate is high alcohol, laughter, now hysterical and circumstance, now heard loud and fill the room. The temperature is rising.

Bishop comes out on stage with the grace of the first Snow in October, on the section between the A1 and Roncobilaccio Barberino del Mugello. Must enlist all his energy to get the attention of pretty public. Without success. At a sign, imperious, his hand, which does not avoid to showcase the cuffs probably bought on Ebay, the lights go out, the voices fall silent, and a glimpse of the ox illimina in all its radiant feet fifty-three.
Gentlemen welcome, says with emotion. I know, when it is so radiant anticipates that sense of inner satisfaction that accompanies the payment of loan installments heavy that continues to bear with graceful elegance, despite its well-known financial problems.
You've never seen anything like it, believe me. E down applause at this point, data on trust.
We really called here on stage tonight, the first leg of their world tour, the beautiful dancers of the School of Madam Genet, from New Orleans, returning from one of the most important festivals in the world, here is the danseur de La Vi. (Still do not know what the hell).

Enter a dozen little women, whose degree of attractiveness varies between Vanna Marchi and Rosy Bindi. Suddenly I realize who he was referring to the meaning of the sentence. So much so that Bishop carefully avoided to pronounce, the name. Start dancing. The orchestra makes its honest work, much sparkle of dishes, unique sounds of the trumpet. It seems to be in a circus, rather that the Procasma. Shortage of elephants, but the buoy are all right: a feather in the neck of these poor strolling player, some with laddered stockings, and in the flesh, as customary, in large Plexiglas display cases, lighting and heating, in the main hall of the local .

The crowd cheers at every mention of Streap-tease. Bishop worse, choosing not hurt by the public two ladies, dressed appropriately and that a prey to the fumes of alcohol think to engage in a contest of seduction with the professionals on stage. The same alleged difference between a passing filmatino Youporn amateur on two banks, and Linda Lovelace if ever there again, I think. The effect is grotesque. Men in tight hired, which likely spouses of the same, smear under the stage, elbowing with the horns of the orchestra, in a sort of revival of the excitement of some half a century ago. The air is electric. Everyone laughs, cheering, flying corsets, garter belts, ostrich feathers. A godsend for the Protection of Animals, I think. Microchips govern the perfection of the microphones huge bright displays that reflect a horse-drawn carriage between the alleys of the red light district of New Orleans. Looks like the home video of the journey of a married couple on their honeymoon in the capital of sin, to atone for life in the first few apartment of Torre Maura. In short, it goes on for a while '.

At one point Bishop comes on stage, intimate silence in the same way that prima. L'occhio di bue lo riprende, raggiante mentre fende il palco, avvolto nel suo doppiopetto bianco, e annuncia non senza la dovuta enfasi, il numero clou della serata.
Signori ecco a voi lo streap della donna cannone... Subito riparte la musica (fra le più ruffiane del repertorio) e uscito lui, l'occhio di bue immortala, a beneficio dei presenti, un donnone di stazza significativa, nella quale non faccio fatica a riscontrare tratti somatici coincidenti con quelli di Ada, titolare di un banco frutta, nel limitrofo mercatino rionale. Ada, cazzo, ma come ti sei conciata ?

La donna cannone non è priva di un suo fascino. Sa muoversi molto meglio del gruppo starnazzante di galline che ha ospitato il palco poco prima. E' sensuale, a dispetto della mole, e cattura senza difficoltà, l'attenzione generale. L'hanno truccata benissimo, ammetto. Lei sembra essere nata per il palco. Si libera con eleganza di tutto ciò che la ricopre, fino a restare in una guaperie che le guadagnerebbe, a vita, la presenza su qualche tela importante di Botero.

La sala esulta, volano sul palco fiori di plastica fatti a Taiwan, si stappano altre bottiglie. I boa continuano, indisturbati a dormire, dietro lo spessore delle teche. Un successo, finalmente.

Mi avvio, pensoso, verso l'uscita.
Ha smesso di piovere. Vuole le chiami un taxi, mi chiede premuroso Audrey il buttadentro.
No, grazie, faccio due passi a piedi.

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Dawn always comes first. Not exactly light. That can be seen past seven. In a week, when daylight saving time goes on vacation until next spring, something will change again. In any case, it's dark when I get up.

commit, sometimes the shit turning on the television. Sometimes the channel that I was seeing the night before. Sometimes it opens, by itself, on La7.
This network broadcasts, around seven o'clock news report, like any good TV that respect. Public service is called, art to inform, to provide such information along with substantial portions of the advertising package.

I know the genius who decided to put the music under the voice and the images that make up the short services that are contained in this newsletter. I'd like to know if a child's telling tales. And if they had, whether or not the power to terrorize and if by chance they have left, now an adult, sufficiently impressed. I can not explain, otherwise, the need to season them with a sound perceived as annoying, full of pathos as a video game, even those scary. What need is there?

I try to seek answers. Need to increase the concentration in the viewer? Underlining the tone "serious" the same? It 's a loop, the same motif is repeated indefinitely so long as the news (sort of a collection of news, the so-called high-lights, news tip given in pills, and mounted "to follow", not depth a kind of summary of the facts of the day).
Now, with the quality of them is only persuaded to leave the house the best of intentions towards others. Suppose you stayed too bad, and you woke up, in yours, even worse. But really, being "attacked" by the sound is the most powerful do you want, in order, to turn off the damn machine and go, quick, under the covers.

What is the purpose? I'm not saying that it would be better to insert a blues background, I have no idea how it could work with a piece by Mozart (if applicable, the quieter), but I really wonder why?
I am sure that there is an answer. Instill anxiety? Full of pathos to make the day progresses? Send across the black brew (but fragrant and essential) that we call coffee that accompanies the first moments of the day? What is this?

La7 is a network chic. There lies the so-called intelligentsia of the country, or much of it. He made his honest work, love, and in the bleak landscape supply television is certainly an interesting attempt (I would say almost smart) of thinking about television. But please, please, change the fucking music. Reasons to be anxious I've had enough of my own.
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television crew who have taken up residence in the municipality. News, talk shows, and live lives not, opinion, psychologists Coin, tourists of the macabre. Then we complain about how we take in the film (see Somewhere, the Coppola).

Che sta succedendo ? Una totale compenetrazione di piani, che se non fosse per il triste epilogo di una ragazzina alla quale è stata tolta la vita, sarebbe l’armamentario ideale di un delirante show televisivo.

Mi hanno colpito i riferimenti di questa donna, la mamma, la moglie “del mostro”…”siamo come Sandra e Raimondo”…e ancora, “gli faranno fare la fine della Franzoni”. Non so se sono arrangiamenti degli zelanti cronisti o frasi dette proprio da questa donna. E’ fortissimo il sospetto che il concetto di realtà, in questa donna, sia finito col coincidere con quello della fiction. Essere protagonisti a propria insaputa. Vedersi nella Tivu. Sedere magari nel salotto buono e guardare l’esterno della propria casa, dal video. Come avere un video citofono ad un tot di pollici.

Cosa stiamo diventando ? Anzi, cosa siamo già diventati ?
Ha un qualche ruolo tutta questa sovraesposizione ?
La tv vive di audience. Partiamo da qui. I programmi si fanno in funzione di quanti spot (leggi: da quanti telespettatori riescono a catturare) sono in grado di attirare. E' uno specchio ? Sono portato a pensare che la faccenda sia più complicata. Adesso, curiosamente, ho captato questo dialogo stamattina su una radio “importante”, va di moda stigmatizzare. Fa figo esecrare il proprio comportamento, additare questa tendenza all'overdose mediatica. Intanto, cominciamo col dire if people see this stuff. True: if they would propose, alternatively, a lesson, I know, Margaret Hack the origins of the cosmos, the sponsors will also dissolve in some nanosfera. So what? And 'there's a big mess, a tangle between a kitchen that churns out the same dish (this time in growing up, let's face). Yesterday was Vermicino, then Cogne, then Eluana Avetrana today. Avetrana is the quintessence of the information. And 'the show that short-circuits himself, ran away from his hand, as saying. Then extends the broth, like a gigantic RPG. Along with sixty million commissioners, technical, there are many, but Maigret. And 'the sunset of Giochi Preziosi Trivial by the end of all sorts. The advent of something as trivial, but it moves, draws (along with sponsor money) even curiosity "morbid" the most. All ready to have their say, even as root for some unlucky competitor for the reality of the moment is able to arouse.

E 'dangerous all this? Well, tonight, when agents showed up at the house of the Roman boy who has launched his fist accidentally captured in a video of the subway station of Rome, were waiting for other guys ...." One of us. . "They shouted, as he was taken to jail.

is, without resorting to the law of retaliation, but really to each of them, would not wish to be a sister, a mother died of a fall caused by a punch, grotesque, absurd, disproportionate, given by someone not so painful to have in your vocabulary other existential response to a possible provocation , let's also this, that strike a fist on a face unprotected by definition: that of a woman.

begin to earnestly consider the idea of \u200b\u200bdepriving me of the tv. Extreme, perhaps negligible, the form of immunization. I'm afraid, however, that the contagion is already a bit ahead.

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Graces. Once they asked for pardons.
Today. The mother of a dead compatriot in the French galleys, dusts off this outdated institution.

In modern Western democracies, according to the paper, there should be rights and obligations. The have left behind the element of discretion (which certainly was not a special surprise, but it cost him dead and blood, over time), to arrive at binary incardinating principles so firmly that they constitute (OK, bad condition) our "carpet" social. Thank goodness

Madame Sarkozy is sensitive to good causes, can remember his birth and help from the top of his authority "moral" to settle i tanti lati oscuri che intorbidano la vicenda.

E' un tristo gioco delle parti. Per ottenere visibilità, oggi devi interagire in qualche modo con qualcuno che agli occhi della fruibilità del concetto di notizia, possa rompere il silenzio assordante e repentino, col quale tanti fatti di questo genere, si incamminano sotto il peso dell'indifferenza, e da highlights dell'orrore che affastellano la nevrastenica maniera di raccontarci, ad esser dimenticati in breve tempo.

Per servirci l'orrore popolare, tutti i palinsesti hanno oramai previsto l'acquisizione del certificato di residenza in quel di Avetrana. Di questa mamma che non si rassegna, se si torna a parlare, è perchè “menomale che Carla c'è”. We put so

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was three hundred were young and strong ... We saw them, the camera lingered on their beautiful chests tattooed, regardless of temperature (certainly because of the high rate of alcohol) . In just over three hundred have decided that the show should not be there. That their decision should prevail over that of thousands of other civilians, viewers who decide to bear the costs, who packed the stands to watch the national team perform, after years in that Marassi di Genova (to be precise Galileo Ferraris Stadium) . There. The evening meeting is was, at times, a film by Bunuel.

Now only one question, but what the hell were the entrance gates? Stages are not frequently used, much less on the curve: I was enough of a friendly magic Rome, seen in South Bend at the Olimpico with my eleven year old daughter. I think I have already given. But to entry to hordes of rowdy when one fills the mouth piece of the fan, and accurate information, searches, have a meaning? Last night had to be all butterflies. Entered the stadium of everything. Judging by the owner fireworks, stuff the envy of Mergellina.

UEFA elephantine one of these institutions, led by someone who knows such as the one who drove out (and still driving, it seems) the powerful federation that governs another frenzy of mass such as Formula One, pinched in skimpy clothes while you whip was by comely maidens donning Nazi uniforms ... come on! UEFA pontificherà now. Gonzo as they are, and so impervious to their own rules, it will also be able to repeat the game even give all'incolpevole Italy (except for some lapses or underestimates the danger Horde Serbian) due conviction, giving the victory to table "Italy.

A bad figure. Among the disaster, to record the sense of the police: aware of or have an eye on the cameras, or riotous to take another controversial figure such as that kept by that city in quite different circumstances ... the fact is that they have avoided the butcher, perhaps involving other fans Serbs who do not provide the excesses as they register to follow a simple game of football.

The paroxysm is on stage. Last night, as thousands of other viewers unlucky, I would see the acrobatics of Cassano, but I saw those commentators that within less than an hour gave the best of them, to justify (I imagine) the hefty salaries that commentators perceive as exhibiting, at one stroke all the best ineptitude. I do not like

dire predictions. After Genoa, after the 'Heysel, expect the worst.

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Lately, in deference to the rule that states ever come across in the choices of his companion, I went to see two films chosen by her.
the first, in the solitude of prime numbers, then maybe I talk about it again (if so far I have not done is because I did not own much to say). The second one do some mention here.

I leave the room with a bitter taste. But how? One such idea is "beautiful" in a season caratterizzata dal dolore (Avetrana, ma anche l'Afghanistan con il suo tragico inventario di caduti) da far decollare i botteghini.

Esco con l'amaro in bocca perchè c'è qualcosa nel film che non mi ha convinto del tutto. Degna di nota la recitazione dei due protagonisti, la Neri e Bentivoglio, accurata la regia, “splendida come al solito la fotografia” (sopratutto nelle sequenze finali ambientate nella Romagna carica di nebbia).
Nebbia, ecco. La storia sembra perdersi, e chiude si, con un afflato quasi poetico ma non basta a dissipare quel senso di chiusura affrettata, di “vicolo cieco” della narrazione. Eppure, come detto, gli ingredienti ci sono tutti: il racconto dell'avvento della subdola disease (the Alzheimer) and the mind fuck you slowly, taking away the memories, disrupted like crazy which is given carte blanche in the Alexandria Library in Rome.

Instead, the story unfolds at times very lingering, full of pathos to develop the disease in the head of a successful sports journalist. He said the role of his companion. Couple without children, to open own admission, at some point in the film, take the role of mother, and the therapy of (trouble hearing by the director himself during an interview "in order" dished up by some television network and which I listened) that replaces a social vacuum (just crawled) offset by means of a certain wealthy bourgeois family, with a villa on the Primary and relatives do not know which hospital.

I mean. Want to make a film (in a sense, making use of public money, Rai Cinema) on a disease like this, stuff to make one complaint. Do not limit yourself to being a poet, give us inside. I am not a director, I will not place me in the morning, as did the young Spilberg, with a banquet in Cinecittà written on Cletus Production, director (he later became). But why ruin such an idea? The film slips badly in the final. I say no more to not spoil the taste of the vision to those who want to "go and see," like a poker hand.

Skilled in flashback, iconographic details in rebuilding the protagonist's adolescence, in that the province of Romagna, the film stands for "job", but shortness of breath. Very short. Both

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eternal youth, one of these guitars. Not content with past successes, and clear creative phase has put together a dozen (13 to be exact) of tracks, he said absolutely random, sharing the stage with other gauges of its content and has churned out this essential, even from the title (Clapton ) work.

One as he could rewrite Mozart's Requiem, to be understood. And the culmination of his extraordinary technique on the guitar shines through here and there, relaxing and sweet in these songs, making an even more and making it ready for easy listening.

Clapton He has dozens of disks. He had much satisfaction and recognition. What is surprising is that, unlike many of his colleagues as and when they decided to return to the recording studio, is able to dispel any and all doubt about the intent to make money by exploiting the fame. Thus, the success of the work, free from non-existent (I guess) economic needs, has all the freshness and immediacy of yet another dichiarazione d'amore alla musica, foss'anche lo slow country delle sue ballad, cosi come dei brani più dichiaratamente ispirati alla tradizione blues.

Un ottimo lavoro, adatto a queste giornate che si approssimano, umide di pioggia e da passare in casa, con ottime sonorità di sottofondo, e rilassanti.

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