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The fantasy of power, or generational conflict

- Mamma because you write eyes?
- I'm makeup, Babi.
- I too want, when I grow up!
- It 's one thing that usually women do, darling, you're a male.
- I also want, when I am a woman!

What Age Should Start Waxing

I've always loved, abstract, Christmas trees very sober, single-or two-tone silver and blue as cold or hot as a mock red and white. But when I tried to make them, I did not like ever. My Christmas trees have always puzzled me. This year I got everything at home, had a string on top, and I put into the tree to make happy Babi. I find myself with Santa Claus, sheep, horses, reindeer cloth, and lights that were left free to blink like that shrill and unnecessary. And for the first time I'm glad my realization of a Christmas. It 's a talking tree, sbracato, I will remark to find a beer that discusses amiably with leggings. It 'pretty much a mouth to feed, until January.


Something has interrupted the eternal cycle unfortunate that haunts me, and that those che mi stanno vicino prima negano, poi ammettono: la mia presenza ha sempre impedito la caduta della neve. Se mi trovavo nella città in cui studiavo, nevicava nella città dove son nata, e viceversa. Se per caso nevicava in entrambe, io ero in treno tra le due. Se andavo in montagna, mandavo in rovina decine di strutture ricettive, se seguivo una tormenta, quella si spostava oltre le Alpi a tempestare città straniere. La gente mi telefonava: hai visto che oggi finalmente nevica, che la tua maledizione è finita? Sì, peccato che io mi trovi a Algeri. Davanti ad una così crudele evidenza, mi era stato consigliato di offrire i miei servizi ai Comuni per i quali la neve rappresentasse un fenomeno particolarmente nocivo, trasformando la bad luck in business: I have a room at the Hilton, and I guarantee clean streets for the weekend.

Friday it snowed again , for many, many hours without rain disgusting, disappointing, without interruptions. Single sacrificial object, to obtain this blessing, it was the details of her husband, who has slipped from his pocket during a spade work will be found in the yard only to thaw in the hands of a penguin.

the window at night
From the window, day

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We survived.
We are returning from the visit of the great kapi Premiata Ditta, those who come from far, advanced by a wind of anguish and followed by a sea of \u200b\u200bwhispers.
Fear of rejection is equal to all ages, whatever the level reached salary brackets.

I saw the panic in the eyes of several officers, enjoying it in moderation. Broken chairs I have seen change for decades, suddenly resigned from under the seat of the user, as he was accommodating. I have seen great buy crap and refuse to buy gadgets useful, but unobtrusive. I've seen directors who cleaned the cobwebs and if showed to each other, proud of as children, the remains of feasts office disappear behind the offsite; satiated cabinets vibrate and promise landslides paper at the next opening. People who drink coffee splashed on the sly, in a paper bag like the Americans, to preserve decorum; snacks consumed in the corners with suspicious eyes, sad shaved lawns already forgotten smiles on faces and contracts from other thoughts.

Well, I saw a village to repaint a western film, made of walls overlooking the desert.
Above all I saw in the eyes of the great satisfaction kapi, who had no interest or desire to scratch the paint with a dime, preferring to enjoy catering to a luncheon.

Then I went home, and I saw on TV three names: Polidori, Cato, Siliquini.
And the circle is closed.

Why Do My Breasts Have So Many Veins

Gianna

The Dec. 10 Gianna died.
I copy here the words which greeted her grandfather's funeral G, to remind a woman of exceptional courage and the will. And remember that "all are equal and steal the same way."

Gianna was born in Burana, small agricultural center near Ferrara in a family stiffs and antifascists therefore a context that promised poverty hunger and bullying by regime but also as herself said, great solidarity human and mutual aid. The work was hard, not only in the fields of the master, but also in the rice fields of Piedmont, where little more than a child at the time of transplantation was with his mother to earn what little they could afford large purchases like a pair of shoes or a piece of cloth.
But he had a dream, Gianna, to be a nurse, and succeeded, to get that diploma, overcoming all difficulties. That took her diploma in XXX, XXX of the first infirmary, then to the Civil Hospital in the XXX department for tuberculous disease. It was in full fascism, and more at war, but this does not stop Gianna if it was to fight injustice. In the hospital did not even have a holiday and now she began her fight with the office staff. Alone course. Because her friends were afraid. And he won, because the laws him foresaw. Some anti-fascists, because there were in the hospital, they saw the temperament of the girl, and we will contact you: it was to steal drugs and dressing materials, take them out and hand them over there, between the corn, where someone was waiting. (...) When, after September 8th, climbed the hills of the first supporters, his choice was immediate.
On October 9, 1943, the day of his twenty-third birthday, his parents came to visit her. Walking, and there were distant sounds that seem to disappear. What is this? Asks the father. "They're partisans, Dad." You're not the head of the crickets? "Seriously? I'm so well in hospital. " The next day, Gianna went to the mountains with her friend nurse Jole De Cilla, the partisan "Paola", silver medal, killed in December '44 by Decima MAS.

Thus began the epic partisan in the mountains, to the raids in November '43, then in plain Gappisti as (among other bomb-making to be introduced into the boilers hot train station in storage) and as a relay race. He avoided arrest by a whisker on the day of an appointment Oreste Cotterli to be hanged on May 29 '44 in San Giovanni al Natisone. In May he was called to the mountains, because he knew he was wanted by the SS. Had just arrived, was surprised when one morning in a cabin by the Germans: he saved himself by rolling down a slope in the midst of the brambles, including the bullets that whistled around. And in the mountains lived the exciting saga of the area free of meat, but large raids, employment Cossack, the last hard winter, hiding in a bunker with commanders Garibaldi Andrea, her husband, Tony Barba, Marco. In February, resumed his activities in the countries of Carnia, dressed as a mountain, among the Cossacks everywhere to pick up the threads, re-establish communication. And then again on the plains where he participated in the liberation of XXX. After the war, the difficulties did not stop, change their nature. It's time to manage a family with a child and then another. The situation became very hard when her husband Andrew was sent to Venice to lead the federation of the PCI. The party paid its officers and very little time was necessary to put family and work. He found employment INAM, but had to fight bullying of any kind, because he was a communist, because it was partisan because it is listed at the CGIL. Even moved to San Dona di Piave, which was to reach by train every morning, leaving his son in the hands of unlikely baby bitter, because then the life of the former was so partisan. But the political passion, social commitment never gave up.
I've known in della Sezione Gramsci del PCI, in XXX. Nelle riunioni , si sedeva vicino al segretario e ascoltava. Prendeva la parola solo verso la fine e noi aspettavamo un po’ preoccupati il suo intervento, perché sapevamo che con lei si andava subito al sodo: cari compagni, bisogna fare questo, bisogna fare quello. Quando? Domani mattina, e ci incastrava tutti, perché aveva il prestigio e l’autorità per farlo; e perché sapevamo che lei avrebbe lavorato più di tutti noi. E lo stesso succedeva in Circoscrizione; e per la vendita dell’Unità per le case del quartiere la domenica.
Ci reclutava, marito compreso, e prenotava un numero incredibile di copie. Io personalmente odiavo quegli appuntamenti, perché mi vergognavo, and often bought myself a little 'of copies and then hid behind some plants in the lobby of apartment buildings. But she sold her entire hand and introduced in homes with an incredible skill, "What beautiful flowers, lady! But how? "And slowly came to the point that he wanted, for sale at the adjoining propaganda.

When the PCI was in crisis, the crisis did not come into Gianna, who poured all his activities in the Committee for the Defence of the Constitution, who ran with determination; nell'ANPI, where he led the battle for the women of the resistance were recognized the merits which they competed, the organization of the event each April 24 in memory of those killed in XXX, and at every opportunity presented itself to fight for democracy and social progress, and for the memory of the Resistance. Still in the hospital bed, on the eve of the ANPI Provincial Congress which was held two weeks ago, got up the mouthpiece of oxygen, and to me that Julie had gone to see her, she whispered with difficulty: "I beg you, to Congress talk about school, because young people need to understand, need to know what was the resistance. "

This was Gianna, unforgettable person, I connect it to the best years of my life because I met with her and beside her, the people most extraordinary humanity, morality, intelligence and coherence those thanks which life beyond disappointments and bankruptcies and bleak landscapes today may be adventure worth living.

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The funeral of a close call falls on stage round about

- Mom, because there is no longer the horse up there, but the lion?
- It 's a posters and advertising, and before the horse was inviting everyone to a Christmas Cowboy, has now run out of pennies to pay for advertising, and this lion instead of DTT has many and then can be there in the program until Christmas.
- but only because he has the jacket?
- Remember the wolf three little pigs? He has only his pants, right? Here, the lion has only the jacket.
- but not cold?
- Maybe yes, poor things.
- can not buy clothes?
- Did not have enough pennies.
- But if the lion has so many pennies you can stay on the board, why not use them to buy your pants?
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... - ...
- Mother, Father Christmas brings me the soap bubbles?
- Yes, holy love!

Can You Take A Shower After You Wax?

Readings


It 's a curious coincidence, then read three books whose authors dwell insistently sulle rotonde tanto di moda nelle nostre strade.
E sembrerebbe curioso che, tra i mali della nostra civiltà, tre autori sentano il bisogno di attaccare proprio i rondò, pozzanghere erbose ormai così profondamente parte dei nostri traffici quotidiani da non lasciarci ricordare com’era prima il percorso per l'ufficio.
Ma un senso c’è, perché il gusto per la sobrietà, per la naturalezza (che non è la naturalità di un formaggino industriale della pubblicità), si vede anche da un prato, da un giardino, da una rotonda.

Il primo è stato Pejrone, del cui libro ho scritto qualche post fa, che condanna la bruttezza di certe rotonde che pretendono di replicare giardini rocciosi alpini, savane africane, steppe di muschi e licheni, senza nessun gusto, senza nessun senso del luogo, della storia, delle cose.

Allo stesso modo si infervora Umberto Pasti, in Giardini e no , libro in cui se la prende con i proprietari dei giardini status-symbol, con i collezionisti fanatici, con le signore leziose, con i garden designer, contrapponendoli alla sorprendente e toccante creazione casuale dell’aiuola di un benzinaio, o dei bidoni riciclati a vasi rigogliosi in un quartiere misero di una città africana. Anche i giardini pubblici, anche la rotonda ha un padrone, la collettività. In centro sarebbe piazza, in campagna le convergenze stradali sono state per lo più eliminated, so the roundabout is the trademark of the suburbs that has become our perpetual campaign.
Roundabouts, by their nature, are places of representation, can never be lived, are the space where politicians, architects, landscape designers and nursery owners are trying to concentrate as many quirks as possible: outdated plants, which, outside of their habitat, not who can barely survive, totally unable to replicate in the normal cycle of nature. ". . So that the traveler understands immediately that all the inhabitants of the Italian city that is coming to hate their country, she is ashamed of its history and its culture, and only dream to live in perpetual summer, California degli sceneggiati televisivi ”. Pasti si sofferma a pensare che ormai è diffusa la tendenza di attribuire un valore esteticamente, e moralmente, positivo a qualsiasi cosa rompa la tradizione, sia individuabile come nuovo, benché urti buon senso e i sensi, purché la rottura sia solo apparente, superficiale, non abbia a che fare con quella sofferta lacerazione che preluda alla creazione di un’opera d’arte, si limiti a soddisfare quel bisogno di stranezza che non è che conformismo.

Anche Francesco Bonami, nel libro Lo potevo fare anch’io , in cui l’autore cerca di spiegare attraverso l’uso del senno e della sensibilità perché l’arte contemporanea is really art, takes issue with the roundabouts, which are often used in a country where art is also heavily polluted by politics, as the stage of sculptors untalented but full of friends, we weigh down the daily lives of obscene sculptures.
Bonami describes collectors of old, who were not afraid to risk their money and credibility on the basis of a personal assessment of the value of an artist. It was not what everyone bought, the object of desire, but what no one wanted, and had the courage to go for fools that rewarded above all else. And the museums of the world have benefited from the courage, not by the market because of fashion and exhibitionism.
otherwise, regarding the changing times, the metaphor is as if the owner of a football team does not include players who will bring glory, but he went in search of old samples, at exorbitant prices, the trophies won by them time.
Interestingly, in the book, including the following food for thought, because in my opinion also applies to other fields of thought, where instead of taking into account those who act with professionalism and seriousness, it proclaims the disappearance, but due to laziness us users: The problem is not that art must find itself again, as many say, but the company has to find art, beyond numbers, the entertainment and communication fucking.

As to the way I put myself in relation to the thesis of Bonami, I must say that I have had the book with mixed feelings at certain times in total accord with the theses of the author, in others with obvious discomfort and the feeling that he you were a little 'scrambling.
Contemporary art has never been indifferent to me, based on two drives in which I try to overcome ignorance:
- a confused emotion, absolutely can not be explained in rational terms, that catches me in front of certain works, and I am grateful, almost unconsciously feeling part of something serious;
- the discomfort that I have always created the qualunquistica phrase could do that, that cause me a severe hives and the desire to celebrate uncritically Artist's Shit, wheels upside down, wounded in the cloth, doilies splashes of color.

E 'but a fact that in front of an art in which the technique is no longer needed (at least in appearance, perhaps because there are problems with implementation behind that are not perceived at first glance) is easier to become prey to a cheating, what they tell you, as if I had to learn to love a book, having heard only the summary of several parts.
So, you just have to pretend in their underwear collectors a time, risk to yourself, and appreciate what you would like to see at home, not only because "nice" but because exciting, intelligent, or insane.

PS: the last two notes in this post talkative
1. Bonami, I understand that a picture book MOOLTO would cost more, but frankly you can not speak of scores of artists seeds unknown to the crowds without a shred of photo what you describe. The educational goal is damaged not just!
2. I quoted some passages of the authors, sometimes without quotation marks, if you decide to change or omit a few words for short. What can I say, not very serious attitude, but it is the privilege of a blog read by very few, claim the copyright.

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No, not normal


If there is one thing that childhood does not seem to have any importance, unless it does not affect the day's events (rain, no pool!) , is the time, in a meteorological sense - weahter-Wetter, although come to think of time as well - time - Zeit is not treated with great consideration until it inexplicably began running toward the thirty.
So that a two ½ years when reading Pimpa and Olivia Paperina - tu six yellow Olivia - also sun is yellow - look me and say Mamma, ma dov'è andato il sole? Non lo vedo da molto tempo , è qualcosa di molto diverso dalle consuete lamentele da conversazione da marciapiede, alla ah, signora, questa pioggia/sole/nebbia/siccità/neve .
E' qualcosa da prendere sinceramente in considerazione, per opporsi con forza al cielo-colabrodo che ci sta angustiando da troppo tempo. Ok, ora basta.

Can Ovulation Last For More Than A Week

gloomy day in the summer and friends

Un caro amico in cerca di bricciole mi tiene compagnia in queste laboriose giornate in cui sto preparando i lavori natalizi da esporre nella bancarella, un piccolo dono della natura che riscalda il cuore anche se non arriva il sole. Dentro casa, poi ho un'altro valido aiuto alle mie giornate creative....con un impegno non da poco come noterete.......
Vi presento "Sissi" esperta di computer e valida collaudatrice delle mie opere morbi de.....mi sembra che ci sia da aggiungere solo che il suo nome completo è "Principessa Sissi".

Ho l'impressione che Roberto mio husband to have the subject perfectly centered when it decided to christen it.