Monday, October 25, 2010

What Happens When You Have A Underactive Thyroid

Burlesque at Procasma

Flamenco visto da Botero



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.

New Orleans.
Why are not there ever been?

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Tonsil Cancer In 17 Year Old



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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.
Thanks.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Genital Acne Symptoms

Avetrana Awakenings, in my mind

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Delirio of overexposure, as another call?
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.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Pear Shaped Engagement Rings Winnipeg



La Premiere dame, Carla Bruni












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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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Mounting Trophy Riflescope

Medieval Italy Serbia 3-0

il mancato protagonista della serata: gli hanno rubato la scena










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.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Atv Sand Dunes Florida

A boundless youth, Pupi Avati











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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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Echinacea Hypertension

Welcome back Mr.Clapton

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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.