Saturday, January 15, 2011

Why Pregnancy Test Is Negative

Waking Life - quote I

"If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, everything is possible.
discovering what we love to discover all that hate, all that stands in the way to our wishes.
The comfort will never be comfortable for those looking for what is not on the market.
A systematic questioning the idea of \u200b\u200bhappiness.
cut off the vocal cords of those who say, tear the social symbol out of the mirror, devalue the currency of the company.
Addressing the family: the company is a fraud so complete and venal that must be destroyed, so that the power of memory does not remember its existence.
Where there is a fire we throw gasoline.
interrupt the course of normal daily experiences and all the normal expectations that brings.
Living as if something actually depended on our actions.
Breaking the spell of the ideology of our consumer society, so that the repressed desires of a more authentic nature can come forward.
demonstrate the contrast between life as it is today and how it could be.
plunge into oblivion of actions and know that we are succeeding.
We new agreement, we will exchange love life and hate, life and death, terror and redemption, attraction and repulsion.
An unconditional affirmation of freedom so that equals the total negation of all restraint and limitation.

(What was lost was considered irrecoverable, the ultimate and absolute insecurity of living and support themselves without a job meant that the excess becomes necessary, and broken outright). "


Sunday, January 9, 2011

Grease Mark On My Dress

Quotes

"What is life? A frenzy.
What is life? An illusion
a shadow, a fiction,
and greatest good is little ñ o;
that all is sleep vide ñ or
and sue you ñ, ñ sue you are .

December 2010, Piazza della Scala (Milan) - photo by Alex

La vida es its ñ or
Calderon de la Barca

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Mody Na Mount And Blade 1010

Short flight

Torino more fascinates me every time, now I have no doubts. It is not Venice, not Rome, not Florence (and the list of cities commonly regarded as fascinating and beautiful is far), but for me, has something unique. More than a rational finding a hunch: I feel at home, at ease, also along for the first time, a ordered crossroads. There is no hostility in the walls of the houses in the asphalt and ice, is a home away from home that is well suited affection of habit. A good start for the second time the new year, since the official start was definitely to forget. Nothing serious, if not for the fact that I always tend to attribute too much importance to conventional dates: the day for a birthday, the end of a year, and so on. Every December, for some years now, I like to think back to the past twelve months and identify the best moment . Write in a notebook, trying to describe in detail what happened inside and outside of me, what did it mean, why. It seems difficult to say: 325600 minutes is too much because if they could choose only one . But without too much effort or too much effort, I always come naturally to mind that moment important, or specific, or special . I never had any doubt that he alone was worth as much as the rest of the year. Maybe it's a habit a little 'childish or romantic, but the obsession with memory will not leave me never. Only in 2010, until now, is no exception: among the happy days and sad days there is a moment that I remember above all others. Will remain a blank page in the notebook ..