Bella Modeling Agency Danielle

With fins, rifle and glasses ...

There are some good habits, that one should have.

For example, one should understand the importance of existential Giugliacci and meteorology in general.

Put, for example, that a wake up at 08.30. Move the alarm clock at 08.45. Then at 08.50. Then, at 08:52. When he arrives at 8:55 to see that move came at the terminus of its energy reserves, the lobby sleep impa zzirà, the rest will exceed $ 100 per barrel, while the stock markets tremble ... ' eco-friendly and recyclable area of \u200b\u200bhis brain will begin offering alternative forms of rest.

Put that one, then, despite everything, is raised with difficulty, to drag into the bathroom, do the pee and went back to sleep perched on health Ideal Standard.

Put that one, then, hold your toothbrush and you blink the AZ for his ultra-white teeth, yellow ocher, taking care of your oral hygiene to semi-closed eyes, through which still can, separately, to identify two eye style Prodigy ... the result of last night arguing with the Mid Melinda (c 'is a proverb that says that love is not nice if not a nuclear war, preceded by ethnic cleansing and crimes against humanity).

Put that one, incidentally, remember that day which has the well as a meeting and can not wear the first things I found in the primitive nebula (it is said of the tangle of clothes on right half of the bed, autogenerantesi, that even when the zero, is back after an hour there, not eradicated, such as mold).

And then one, completely oblivious to the weather and Giugliacci, ingenuotte one of those who think: "Go that we played the half-season at the racetrack, but that interaction, of seasons, there must still be missed ... spring and fall can be accepted but the summer, but summer, but summer ... not! "

Well, that one, then that would be you and it's time to speak in second person and not the third, crashed or I'll go out and not more than, well, you, completely oblivious to the weather, you decide to wear a colored dress, so close holidays. Bello, sleeveless and low-cut, but in its way task. In short, one of those stuff that you wear no n ever to go and drink a beer in Taranto, then here is something decent, well paid 50 euros, money that you are, and what's more it also goes well with the turquoise shoes, real fake plastic coated satin, which are your favorite or so.

way out, at 9:05 intersections Cecilia , the door of your building, who is from Ecuador, has hair blacks, white teeth that even drug dealers and eyes dark dark laugh forever. Cecilia itagnolo speaks in a strange language somewhere between English and Italian. Cecilia was always smiling, and she tells you the greetings: "Hello beautiful, god bless you ....". Sometimes it also tells you that you lost weight. But it is not true. Not if the lost weight at all. However you say it and you define "good" at 9 am, when no one ever told you that. No, once, a thousand years ago, after a night of San Lorenzo on the rocks, I woke with cartoon hair from salt bath at night and buried by a blanket of inspiration and a grunge Raffo in hand. Pepo look at you and said you were the only person who knew that she could be beautiful even when fully awake and make-up. It seemed that the blonde's Peroni. For you, at the time, were Biond a.

Some compliments, that will never return, the result of the abuse alcohol still in his body, if one remembers them forever, then.

While waiting for the tram you see clouds in the sky but you can not realize what is about to fall on your day. Just enough time to arrive at the office, where it crosses Gloria that, however, is the door (or caretaker, not'll never know) of the building where you work. Gloria never smiles, has fair skin, curly blond hair, green eyes and uses a kind of horrible pearly pink lipstick. Gloria comes from the South Tyrol and speak in German, a strange language halfway between German and Italian. For the first nine months has largely refrained from saying goodbye, then she started to respond to your "Good morning" with a kind of grumbling that invariably choked larynx height.

Now, you have to be nicer, however it has been over a year. Now, almost smiling, and sometimes converses well with you, to recommend not to throw cigarette butts in the yard.

"Gloria, do not ever throw in the courtyard I"

"Eeevabbèèèdilloooallealtrealloooraa," said in one breath, as they speak mountains with Annette, the sky is always blue.

Then you come to the office and you think you're too roughly dressed decently. Of course, if you were plated hair or makeup, would have been better. If I put in order his eyebrows and I took a lamp would be better.

But you subjection to the fascination of the wonders Ugly Duckling , Inaccessible you enjoy and be reborn, with intensive treatment, the beautician Southerner, where you can make hands, feet, lamp, cerebral waxing, eyebrows and mustache , paying € 30. And you can feel the happiest woman in the world.

But other than that, you seem star roughly dressed decent. Except that in half an hour on the pleasant city of Lombardy strikes a real tropical storm.

Then you break forth, much to the disappointment, in a "cold"

The boss looks at you and you answered: "And you're also pretty bare today, you you're right by the beach today " .

There is an expression endlessly colorful and indecent, which it says in your part in these cases, so that even a vulgar insult to seize the Austrian Phonetic without understanding its meaning: ngulacitammuert .

Meanwhile, outside the storm rages. Today. July 29, 2010.

course, being told to be dressed for the beach, it's nothing compared to when he told you all'abominio Ciarli . Ciarli is used in its third stage. The third stage, tired. The work is like a relationship, even worse than a relationship, because the work certainly will not be equal. The stage, then, is like a relationship with an asshole, that's got smaller and it is believed a large fig tree. The worst of all, in essence, that in that case it would be better dell'autoerotismo, or the professional services or, more simply, crafts (woodworking, for men, it is recommended).

Ciarli is in its third stage and if he wants to return to Palermo. Then you said that you should no longer apply or accept internship positions. We do the interview? Do you like me? Well, I do a project, minimum. If no, fuck you. Next case. Before or later something will come out. All the more so, it is unacceptable to think of doing an internship with a leader who looks at you and says,

" What's your name? "

" Carla "

" No, you do not have a face like a Carla ... I'll call you Patty! "

CC-CosAAA?

Since that day, Ciarli became Patty . The head is a little nervous', too, because apparently Ciarli has a certain reluctance to get used to his new identity. When you hear call Patty, hardly a time. On the other hand, chattering must learn to adapt, it's a good transaction, barter their identity for 300 € per month. What the fuck wants, even her, he could call his name for 27 years? What he wants, Ciarlo, did not understand how's the market? He did not realize that the boss has the same powers as a minister of God that 27 years ago did a water balloon with holy water saying that it was called Ciarletta?

I names are changed, such as the font of a text. Like the color of the glaze.

For example, you say to chatter, you could call now on your head "Little bitch capitalist 2 euro cents in all copper" and excuse yourself by saying that his face was little bitch capitalist 2 euro cents all in copper.

not end there.

A day out to smoke a cigarette together, and the PSC (little bitch capitalist) get to watch Ciarli from head to toe want you to know, is always a nice feeling when some bitch capitalist team will head to toe. Breathe. The smoke Marlboro Light enters the lungs and out of the PSC more toxic than it was entered.

"Patty, you should lose weight"

"..."

"Not so much ... would be just 5 or 6 pounds"

"..."

"Come on, you can do it!"

"..."

Now, you do not know what the equivalent Palermo's "ngulacitammuert" but are you sure it exists and you are sure that the Ciarli thought.

Before becoming a hominid Kubrick memory and grasp on the music of Strauss, a shank Capitalist little shit and start throwing it in the air, then using it as an instrument of aggression and domination, sull'esangue body defenseless a cursed slave any.

Tonight, exactly, you go - I hope - to greet chatter and Amnesia, pack your bags, empty the refrigerator of all perishable foods, will try to park in favor of Barrett-mobile stand , so as not to find a notebook of fines for your return, pack the traditional holiday clothing made of fabric and little transparency, you'll wonder if you forget something and you answer that yes, of course, but never mind.

You have almost finished reading Fight Club and it's like nothing you really tangesse.

It is as if the only knowledge that your soul is vital pneuma: tomorrow, leave!

And you do not let anyone or anything to ruin the most coveted 20 days of human history from 2009 to 2010.

PS: I hope very much to turn off your brain for the entire duration of the holiday greetings ... so all the shots patrons of this little corner of cyber frustration and wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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Absolutely Nothing - Interview

begins the cycle of interviews, people in pussy, pussy stuff that is, in my opinion ...

Lucio Laugelli , class '87, director of Absolutely Nothing , the film recently produced by the Middle Crossing ...

* When did the idea?
The idea was born one year ago: I had to write to the university, a script for a video clip of a piece of classical music and in particular the idea is checked suddenly feeling the "Trio op . 100 "of Schubert, one of my favorite songs, soundtrack, in turn, a film I love so much, "Barry Lyndon".

* The feeling that I personally have had is that you have used the tools at your disposal (music, settings, the choice of b / w) to express visually the title. It seemed to me that the Court represents the fulfillment of the vacuum, it is internal or external, and to achieve this goal by playing with the wait - if we are taken for granted - something happens in the nearly 6-minute short. Something that does not happen and that has not fulfilled you align with the spirit of the video.

Am I wrong? If yes, as is likely to be, tell us off the records, your common purpose?

Your reading is very interesting and perhaps much more complex idea of \u200b\u200bthe primary but the title came at the end: I shamelessly copied from a sculpture of my father) because it seemed to fit like a glove with their work.
The thing that I liked, however, this audio-visual, is that many have given different interpretations and things got out that I had not even mentioned: each fact is a journey, and this is me loved it.

* Said, in fact, that absolutely nothing has been produced by the Middle Crossing. When was this label?
The Middle Crossing was founded in early 2009 as a spin off of the Cultural and Paper Magazine Street. The intent is not to be taken seriously: do the best we can, improve and, in a few years, selling his first works, horrified, hoping to have reached even higher levels.

* What kind of content it produces?
For now, we made two videos and two short films plus some other promotional work. Since the beginning we do not give limits: the time will make its selection in the future and better understand what is and what is not starting to choose a path rather than another.

* It 's a job or a hobby?

Hobbies is simplistic but work is too. There are jobs we do for passion while others paid (often even the most boring: not us to decide what to do but the commissioner of a turn).

* As for your background instead? Have you studied as a director or are you self taught?

I graduated from DAMS in Bologna but as you know, who did my university, there teach the history of film, media and critics. Nothing very little practice and theory related to that which involves running an audiovisual.

I have read and am reading manuals direction, the study of shooting and editing, but I will face as soon as an academy or a job that allows me to have to deal with productions large to improve.

* There is a flood, you have to save 5 films and bring the ark of Noah. What prejudice? What later generations can not lose in any way?

mmm ... difficult question, I try:
1) Barry Lyndon by Stanley Kubrick: a film is perfect in all respects.

2) Manhattan by Woody Allen. Do I have to bring back a pizza from my favorite director ... even if it is simplistic to say "favorite director: Allen is making me a grandfather and teacher in life ... to comfort me, I light up.

3) "Seven" by David Fincher: The new cinema. A thriller of the highest level.

4) "The Giant" by George Stevens Jame Dean. I'm always too nostalgic party and it is the will (unintentionally) the actor I most like.

5) "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly" by Sergio Leone. 3 hours of movies that I reviewed as a child, ad infinitum.

* Thanks Lucio!

Thank you Marlene!

How Long Do You Leave Food Hydrator On For

stream of unconsciousness

work, work, produce, consume, die. No, live. Living to die first. Exploiting the time, claim the sacrosanct right to fuck. Remember. Forget. Write, write. But developing a design. Of course, do. Invest in yourself. It 'important, they say it all. Grow and slow down time, you have 24. Will be 30 and you'll see. Beautician, a beauty book will be so difficult? The expense to do, no, the holidays approaching, consume inventory.

to see friends, social life must be cultivated, it is like the plants, your mother always says that the relationship will grow. PR also cultivate relationships and you're a good daughter who follows the motherly advice and works in PR, so you have to cultivate relationships. Washing machines, washing machines from attack, it is good the smell of laundry. Want to find meaning in a season change made in August, although a change of season in August that did not make sense.

There are interviews, interviews to do, generate content to throttle, trying to meet a minimum quality standard, and pour it into the net because the net sooner or later you have to reward those who deserve and those who think I deserve ... that leads you to the importance of positive thinking?

smoke less, so you can not get out of breath, shit! And slim ... if we can Loredana Lecciso, why can not you do it?

stop biting their nails, you may have a calcium deficiency, otherwise it would break so easily. However, at least, not There are white dots. One must ask, ask your employees, but to record a magazine?

Because no one gives you a penny? Why do you love to do something so pointless? Shit, the competitions! Here, you have to look for calls for literary contests with cash prizes. But it is a jungle and there, in the heart of it, there's Sergeant Kurtz, corpses hanging from the aspirants, pathetic, two hacks money, like you, who died in misery trying luck. It was easier when I helped my father, fuck. But now you're great, you're too big to ask for help.

And then the business plan and then wordpress is much cooler than blogger but much less intuitive ... at least for you, that the web you play by ear. The enamel peeling, acetone or remodeling? Back to blonde or stay brunette? Because there are no more bikinis than once? Why Calzedonia decided that the model "triangle" will now cover only the nipple? What is the crisis? Savings of fabric? O you who, without realizing it, you become a branch of the dairy Soresina?

But at dinner with the RAF we go. That was a drink, only that the head of the RAF does not agree that the RAF at 19.15 to go away. Then, at 21.30, finished eating a spring roll that oozes fat, drowned in sweet and sour sauce, talking about your business project. You have to do something, yes, Yay, team winning is not changing, you say. As if you were in high school, as if you had only to do the questions, longing for the type 4 years older that makes you feel so cool just because that is 4 years older and reformat your fucking school newspaper.

As if there was no toilet paper to buy and encrusted pot to wash.

But who cares, you tell me we can. And the RAF says you can. A sigh of relief. You can. You can try.

Exit, distract paranoia because a friend dropped in the chick. Accompany him to go shopping in Rinascente, earns € 2,500 a month, my friend, but you get € 900 which says that the money does not bring happiness. And one swallow does not make a summer. And to be told "you have always had an anxiety not to conclude a fucking life." Really? Really were so even at 16 years?

"Yes, you should be more aware of your potential."

"I could trade these supposed potential with a stick of soft drugs? Thank You"

Web content, you should make the web content, that will not be mica a shitty job that well? When is born unto thee this fixation in the brain to do a job you liked, for god?!

Hope for change, resist the nihilism, the dream of revolution, if you clear the junk culture which we have filled up, want to black out television and imagine a school where they teach the true history and true beauty. Interest, pretending interest in the lives of others. Topics of conversation, it is important to have. Not realizing that the friends were not there anymore. Or are there a lot less. Think that is normal, that is life, needs time.

Strive to have something to tell their parents that every day they ask, "Well?" What you tell me? "As if there were alcuncazzo to tell, and conceal, conceal as much as possible, the cosmic scoglionamento overwhelms you. Routine. Fucking routine. Unacceptable without having done an Erasmus. Without having done a interrail.

Since September, however, from settempre for sure, curriculum from September to handle. But the middle Melinda will ever live in Milan? When quotidinità replace the dominant presence of Trenitalia in your lives?

projects, ideas and intentions. Shit, time, you do not have time. You do not know to optimize it. Optimize your time is important, but it's based. Where we stuck it to the gym, in the fall? But is this really the life you want? Learn how to make everything easier ...

be content, do some 'shopping at the scrap sales. Try to sleep more. Regularity and optimization. Order home. Order your desk. Order the desktop. Sort thoughts.

shares from September through interviews with the novel 4-hands, with the novel private, with the free-press, with the frantic job search, with the gym, the diet ...

that remains is to say, but four

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Talking about holidays is EVIL! They are the vagina



are numerous and somewhat improbable events para-professionals who have been killed over the precarious balance on your folly, in the last month.
First, just as in life of any self-respecting cocopecorina, your expiration date has arrived. And then, as happens every semester, was summoned by vertices of the agency for a tete-a-tete professional, packed with smiles and pleasantries, to "have worked well bla-bla" "We are pleased with the way you're doing blah-blah" we always appreciate when you share with us your ideas bla-bla "" As you can see there's a nice atmosphere bla-bla "" the boss is happy blah-blah "" what do you say to stay with our joyful family until December? Blah-blah "and then again next year but still a draft, you know, life long project to blah-blah."
The high, beautiful, refined CEO of your agency in super-super-pussy-milano super center tells you that obviously there will be an economic adjustment and that you will spend to earn 900 € a month ... and then there was a marmot who wrapped up the AD who ate chocolate Milka.
dialectically next to the statement of salary, get a sentence like: "Ah, I must tell you also, but not take it badly, that sometimes has the impression that ... you do not react well to criticism."
Smile, to deny it. And you think "Ah, if you were talking with the goal of Melinda," but you say yes, you know that you're not good at disguising your moods. She will answer that it's not a defect and that it is nice to be transparent, then you Grab your proton pack and capture its energy psychokinetic, as you were taught to do in evening classes for PR-busters, also known as AcchiappaPR.
The fact that we have confirmed and you almost start, vaguely, to have the feeling of gaining a source of income.
It is probably this that makes you start to an unexpected romance with your boss: lunches (real breakfast with croissants and cappuccino, no lunch, eat it here in Milan is such a shame that they call it breakfast or lunch, when you really try, they do a "brunch"), gossip, secrets and a huge variety of phenomena like, and the bosses' strike means that proposes "Do you want to take steps tomorrow morning?". It's just a matter of time, in a little 'will also begin to speak in ancient Aramaic and thou shalt have no more doubts: it is held.
Only then, as always happens, it happened the imponderable: a headhunter calls you for an interview.
"Hello Mrs. Barrett (when the plant to call" Lady "in 24 years, will never be too late, who have outlawed the" Miss "should be the same misogynist who invented the Brazilian), the name is to propose job opportunity, this is a position of web content in a multinational e-commerce, it may interest you? "
" Avogli! "
The headhunter, who has a voice that is a delight, complete with a lisp and limp Milanese accent, tells you that you have to first do a quick test and, if exceeded, will set the interview.
Take the test. Pass the test. The hunter calls you back and you fix the meeting with the country manager for the next day, 14 hours. Perfect. At that point, explain to your boss with emotion the day after 2 hours you will need a permit, as due to the magnification of the ozone hole is a celestial body unidentified should fall on your house and you have to, in somehow, go there to protect the property by the arrival of Bertolaso \u200b\u200b... but, much to the spirit of professional self-denial, your care will recover the lost hours. The boss says, "Okay, as long as you organize." "If I only knew I'm trying to stab in the back", think about smiling.
late to work the next day you're a violin string. Ok, let's say a high voltage cable, which is at least more often. You have chosen to put a simple, anonymous, black dress and red shoes in the world as if to say: "I am perfectly aware of my excess weight so need slimming effect of black, but I also like the color." Exit 13 from the pussy in your agency super-super-super-center in Milan and, being the company with which you have to do the interview almost puttanaladra, decide to reach the venue by taxi to avoid the enviable soufflé effect, guaranteed by 35 degrees in Milan, from 2 metro lines and a 10-minute trek on foot under the sun, it would be a thing worthy of Luca Carboni.
Along the way, as is tradition, chat with the taxi driver. Go tell them what to do, what you earn, where you are. We like to talk to taxi drivers and those like you trade down to earth, made of phrases and a strange solidarity among destitute-but-not-too. And if there is one thing that just makes you wonder what crazy is sincere stories that arise when you have 24 years, a degree, a master's degree and more than 1 year of experience as a worker. Sometimes you just settle for the small satisfactions, like the wonder in his eyes reflected in the rearview mirror of a taxi driver in his sixties. And then, if the taxi drivers we're nice, you almost always waive the pennies that, for those who have read the fable of Aesop 300 times on reinterpreted Cicada and the Ant and broke it in his own way, it is important (20 cents today, 15 cents Tomorrow, I'm almost two Camel Light 100's ...) with some additions
30 minutes early. You are lost in a kind of degraded outskirts of Milan, including buildings, machinery and cars, and weeds, without even noticing you're there to mourn the super-center of your super-agency, the windows, the ladies who walk leading to the snob leash dog breeds semi-alien, which cost as much as 6 months of your life.
're fasting and scrutinize the horizon the only bar for miles, the picturesque "Bar Sudan," while clearly resonates in your head "Major Tom to Ground Control" and no one answers.
Once inside, order a coffee, just to get more relaxed in the interview. Go out and smoke a cigarette, so as to accentuate the classic biological effect of pre-interview (partly comparable to the best-known biological effect of pre-examination): all of your physiological needs that occur with urgency and arrogance in your being, committing your energies physical and mental control in the indomitable intestine runaway that, after millions of years of inactivity, he decides to wake up as the Icelandic volcano, paralyzing air traffic all over your interior. At 13:50
decide to come in and make you sit on the sofas. There is another type, a type resigned, who carelessly pastry and a newspaper which has the expression of the genus impiccatemi.
While you wait, you are breaking a fingernail. It is a classic. Each time, prior to an interview, you are breaking the tiniest nail the story and there, at that point, you're hopeless: you will begin to devour them all, one by one, completely dominated by a force greater anthropophagous, a mandatory self-cannibal who do not escape is given. The guy looks at you, to furtively and you know very well that annoy him, with your improvisational skills from a rodent, but you can not help it. Would you like to tell you but avoid and best wishes, simply, that is not a serial killer determined to eliminate you with a copy of For Men Magazine.
The country manager is finally free.
"Climb on the first floor, I suggest you go by foot, is first, until it reaches the elevator ... then go straight, pass in the middle of the boxes, did not shrink ... it's the door on the far right, you means a kind of secretary who looks to be just escaped from a Buddhist community.
salts on the first floor, trying to adjust your breathing, to avoid that breathing from asthmatic rhino you is not just any kind of motion to impose upon your flesh. You land on the first floor and I repeat "is a start-up, the hunter told you, it is a start-up, do not be the pussy, not whining, sissy!"
paths between boxes on a strange floor almost rubbery, probably carcinogenic, and see a lady walking towards you with a sheet in hand, looking at you and asks you
"Dr. Barrett?"
"Yes, it's me, please!", shaking her hand. There
accommodated in a room made in Ikea and started chatting. Since you are a rookie, decide to opt for sincerity, for the irony and self-awareness, according to you, in your little world old stuff would be awarded to a candidate.
All, however, always maintaining a professional demeanor, without begging or stink of desperation, because you are convinced that the talks are as lucky and luck is known to be female and a little 'bitch ... if you drool for her, not considers you.
The country manager insists that you are a start up, you need 100% commitment, 120%, 130%, which does not exist but at 18 you go home. You try to control your facial expressions and the answer that, working in an agency, you are not accustomed to go home at 18 (usually, in fact, get away at 18.30, but this avoids saying, implying that you're a workaholic corporate nature).
After the conversation you're back in the office and have appreciated a thousand times more glass of your desk, your Macintosh, the trees outside the window, traffic, and windows leading to the ladies snob leash dog breeds semi-curious alien that cost as much as 6 months of your life. And you even more convinced that the work is as a relationship and sometimes that monogamy does not allow enough to appreciate what you have.
In conclusion, within a few days, you have raised to headhunter the question on your summer holidays (flights and basted projects for months), the company has indicated a willingness to take on and, as in a poker game, for you to accept re-launched with a permanent contract for 1000 € a month and a week's holiday in August. You agreed, you looked at your office and your boss with a strange longing, as if to leave them forever, you had to virtually go to withdraw the letter of appointment from there to 24 hours ... and instead oblivion.
So, speaking of vacations is bad. If it was not clear.
And it is wrong even if it is mid-July, if you do not leave from one year and if you have a fierce need to go home, your life, your family, remember who you were and who you are. Speaking of holidays is bad, even before a supposed professional you're a person, even if you need to recharge the batteries to give 150%.
Although, if all the world ... talk about holidays is bad!
Now you know. It is experience, as suggested by the essays with their white beards trying to comfort your miserable professional ego shattered. And, if not kill you strengthens, as he said that great Italian singer whose name is an anagram of news.
Beyond this, no news, on the face of uncertainty. Here
Marlene Barrett, over and out.

Black Suit White Tie Colour Shirt?

Tyler

you started to read Fight Club.

Even if you, in fact, not law. It's not that you like the idea of \u200b\u200breading anything. You go out to throw up crazy quotes from famous authors or to learn by rote steps to effect the novels of worship. And 'that just can not do it. In your life, you made the author of true crime against literature springs, 3 / 4 a myriad of books, from 1984 in The House of Spirits. Technically, you give up even the end of Tales of Ordinary Madness. And those who finish, however, hard to remember. Type "The Unbearable Lightness of Being, "which only the title was a program and 17 years was cool, read Milan Kundera bought with the literature of 900 selected by The Republic. Behold, and remember that The Unbearable Lightness t'era liked. Remember the feeling, the feeling of reading took place, not the reading itself.

However, menate aside, you've started reading Fight Club Have you started reading it yesterday, on the train while returning from your weekend in Tuscany , following a successful attempt to escape from the oppressive heat of Milan. You were also held Subculture , a sociology book that you lent Amnesia about a year ago - for the welfare of your belongings, not prestatemeli ... EVER! - That you decided to take on trips because you love and sociology, not least because of the university at the time no one could trigger an attack of narcolepsy (always advisable when traveling on the most shitty trenitalia bolide) as Foucault and Bourdieu De .

But here there on the shelf of the Mid Melinda, just when you're desperate idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to face the return journey, after a weekend stuffed ambiguous attitudes of hyperglycemia, the artificial coolness of dinner at a restaurant with fish and white wine, films seen squatting, sun, sea, smoked cigarettes on the balcony, just as you are about to cry the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving on a regional travel again without air conditioning, that's eyed on the shelf And Fight Club 'was an indescribable surprise, especially since you knew that half of Melinda had that book, but nothing can explain the feeling of revelation that you've heard at that moment.

And so, by train, you read. You've read the first 70 pages Fight Club letters asking how you would read if I had not seen the film but, after all, you do not regret the idea of \u200b\u200bbringing mica held Edward Norton. You've read the first 70 pages, and we've stayed up this morning on the tram, passengers between rotting debilitated by the heat of dazed and yawning apathy, have you read it and grabbed some other page. Three or four pages. Maybe five. And you have suffered an epiphany. Can only be your daily ritual for the day: read Fight Club and go to work. To upload, for wicked, "to power your class hatred," but also to understand that, in fact, nothing that populates our days worth the anxiety that often reserve. And now it all seems, through the extremes of the novel, perfectly sensible and damn true. And 'the spirit of our generation, who grew up in the grip of consumerism and mass-induced generational aspirations, the Ikea furniture and fathers who have not done the university and this has made it essential that we graduate. Not to mention the "work in Microsoft," a pretty shitty job but the classic place to brag about with former classmates, the original curtain of our para-bourgeois mediocrity, brilliantly pitted by Palahniuk.

Row after row, increasing the feeling of a life that is consumed in a total absence of life. The construction of the periods is dry pressing, thin and overloaded at the same time, the choice of a surgical sharp prose, without slowing down, potentially explosive, which passes through the stream of consciousness and become torrential, neurotic and polished together. All dotted here and there, irreverent irony.

And here arise the desire to anarchy, both in the narrator as the player, that leaves from a swallow centripetal thrust unease, to everything, to 'A ll In social, where it is now clear that it is the belief of having something to lose, let it drain away our lives, as we made gentle bulging automata.

And here arise the desire to lawlessness, the tension in a subversion of the system, the devastating revolution that does not aspire to any order. So we finally eviscerated our thoughts, put in black and white even as we are ever going to do with such great virulence in the pages of our ego. Here are robbing our alibi, here is the reduction to the paradox, the need of being alive in comparison with the terminally ill.

Or rebel.

Or anarchy.

So today, smoking a cigarette in the morning break, you have reflected on anarchy. And you remembered all saccenza with which states, around 16 years, that anarchy was bullshit. But the point is that, 16 years, it is meaningless to speak of anarchy. The point is that in 16 years you do not understand a fucking rules and anarchy can be neither more nor less than an A scribbled in a diary, or a quaint excuse for beating to do their homework.

And here today, there on the balcony, to think of anarchy as a respectable result of globalized capitalism and reckless. Palahniuk takes all of these instances (and takes 14 years ago, when grasping was much less obvious today) translating in the sublimation of post-modernity, in the apocalyptic nihilism, in a total break with the system that has generated, in the extreme statement the so-called war of civilizations, the primary claim of the need: to belong.

"Maybe self-improvement is not the way. " Yeah, maybe it's a false myth. Every era has its own and this is ours: to study, work, buy the sofa, in fact, solve the problem of the couch and flat-blown glass with bubbles. Here, at least solve that. It matters little that our ego vanishes and tangled in a life unwanted and frankly undesirable.

cigarette ends and you close that anarchy can only be a mature choice, which is practiced by those old enough to see in front of him, with perfect awareness, 'futility of the marked route. Unlike

of communism, anarchy is not a utopia. Anarchy is perfectly feasible. Only that it is quite destructive. The direct consequence of individualism in the shadow of which we have lived in the last 250 years but, ultimately, the more free alternative.

Anarchy is perfectly feasible, it is quite destructive, is the total dissolution of ties with the so-called evolution, in the legitimate belief that evolution is nothing but the second face of imprisonment.

Then, during the weekend, you've also seen a movie.

You saw it Friday because you had lunch with your boss and the beautiful, refined, high CEO of your agency in pussy super-super-super-center in Milan. You've found it to have breakfast with them because they emerged from a meeting (NDA). During breakfast, while you crush a brioche with raisins, the CEO tells you that he saw a movie, The Lovely Bones and that is a strange movie. He wanted to know what you thought you and the boss, only that neither had seen. The wonder of who speaks and tells you it's scary, psychological and about a serial killer who kills the children. Your boss, clearly shaken, on the other hand, one who is afraid of lightning and found a "nice" Sherlock Holmes, will ever hold such a film?

In your brain, however, many bells chime, the result of growth-based thriller, science fiction and horror in your father was duly occupied, in the most sensitive stage of your brain development. Moreover, there is also half of your passion for the insane serial killer and aberrations of the human mind, in the shadow cone of the soul, for incomprehensible degeneration which destroys the shared barriers of culture and nature, with a ferocity that make us think that they are not human individuals, but of demons.

Avoid sharing items that match your interest in the minds diverted and the stories of profound deterioration that almost always accompany and give birth, and immediately associate the serial killer film Chikatilo in . Decide that you'll see the movie over the weekend with the Mid Melinda.

Good. Did you see him. What can I say?

"The Lovely Bones" could be quite a thriller. But Mr. a thriller. The Lovely Bones has the potential to mount on the restlessness of illustrious ancestors, playing with the shots, with time, with the expressiveness of Stanley Tucci, introducing us in the universe claustrophobic intimacy of a serial murderess. He could have let them live in despair with no way out of the family. He could make us hope in the investigation.

Or Lovely Bones could have been a good movie dream, at least for fans of the genre, showing off the best special effects and riding the most common blunders on the phantom afterlife.

Unfortunately, the film manages to be neither one nor the other, consistently playing at a surprising shift register, rather than impress and bewitch, bother, so rather than seeking to reconcile two almost antithetical models of spectators. Two hours, in which you have the constant feeling of wanting an evolution of events or, more simply, to find the inspiration that you had hit in the first 40 minutes of the film. But that inspiration will never return, the restlessness can never complete itself, taken from regular shifts with the feel-good visions and multi-color adolescent pierced. Peter Jackson looks like the poor cousin of Jonathan Demme, doped up to Copeland cyanescens.

Some good ideas, why not, but, as always happens when you try to please everyone you end up not pleasing anyone. Or, at least, you may not please those in a film - especially with such an issue - not only calls for a meatloaf, a badly put pourri poised on the pathos, suspended between drama and fantasy.

Roll out, finally, Susan Sarandon on a veil, or rather, the role of "grandmother", which appears in the film by mistake, a bad taste for irony, perhaps because in the set next door, in the studios of Dreamworks, turned the comedy "Meet my grandmother drunk" and decided to recycle the character.

That said, you greetings and you prepare the salad for dinner. On the other hand, today you left the office at about 20 to write an urgent, essential, press release on the pubic hair of Nelson Mandela. Did you hear the spirit of Tyler pawing at you, you thought the long week that para, proud and pitiless, on the way and could not get anyone to slap on the way back, to give you strength, you have repeated in the mind: -9 days to leave.

Regards,

MB

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It happened again.

you went back in the office toilet talking to herself. And, like all times, when you've found in the toilet of the office talking to herself, you think they're losing your balance. And, like all times, you looked from the outside and you're a bit 'ashamed of yourself.

Now, you do not know whether this disgraceful phenomenon also happens to other human beings, but in fact, is a worrying signal of alarm.

Without being there to investigate the causes, such as Sherlock Holmes would (which was known to be complexed to his brother John), you can simply say that you are totally demotivated and that the interest and enthusiasm shown towards your activities are roughly equivalent to the vitality expressed by the face of Romano Prodi .

A deep unease, rooted dissatisfaction and inevitable, gripping your days, from the first trill of the cordless that wakes you from cursing brain dead men still sleep till the last breath aware that issues the night before to surrender unconsciousness.

First we must start by saying that you are sufficiently satisfied to work in a women-only place, where it seems clear that estrogen may deliberately have the upper hand on everything from common sense to finish with I ntifada .

Praise to the men! We
to prick what is the prick: Gentlemen, It is damn true and you know that one day you will regret what you're about to write but never mind. WE, the so-called women, we reason with the uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, and all the paraphernalia that makes us so hopelessly, hopelessly, relentlessly vaginas.

If you are male, all right, I mean if you have all the equipment virile, there is a biological and physiological reason to bear: the reproduction of the species. But among women, which kind of absurd, unacceptable reason, can force us to co-exist all year, for 10 hours a day, in the same microcosm, in which by now as the walls exude pure hysteria, produced by a third madness?
mean, why? To "bring the bread at home "? But let us not live better, the bread?

competition on every front, deceit, gossip, toddle, falsehood, envy. And you look at the fret slaughtered and liver, but always with a great attitude, an unnecessary work for 1000 or 2000 euro per month, which will not change anyone's life, let alone their own, which will not solve their worries or gratify their expectations. You watch this and think: 'Please, Lord God, forgive me for all the times that you whistle the ears in vain, but do not make me so, I will not be so. "

Only thus are at risk. Perhaps already you are and you do not notice. Perhaps states even with enthusiasm that something is so "radical," so "cool", "glamorous", "trendy", "cheap". Maybe you pretend to love this lifestyle because of appearance and trends, silly leisure activities devised to compensate for the lack of humanity. Maybe one day tell yourself that your dream is to go holiday in Yemen, which for the moment not even think I've ever seen on a globe. And all these thoughts, not because you want to dismiss a trivial and superficial way of life that is not yours, but rather, because you can not see around you, in that you put into question the modus vivendi, one "model" of successful women (where "model" should be read in its most lata of the word), not a single "model" worthy of being called such, that makes you think "I would be so great to" . Neither humanly or professionally. It is much more than your mother, a model, which has always worked, he left his house, which is a great mother and a wife who is an honest, consistent, intuitive, capable of love but not mushy .. . and with two balls like that, the real ones, of course. But these are comparisons that are standing there.

And here there Southerner and plump, a live with the constant feeling of having every day, prostituting your intellectual honesty, expressing interest emeritus of crap. There you go, every day you engage in a sort of tug of war between you and the environment in which you work, filled with strange beings: mothers of the 20 mothers who are still at the agency, people who do not have anything in life and sweaty who have never experienced the real uncertainty of the present and future characters that you never answer "My father is a laborer," but that children are on time entrepreneurs, advertising, or media-enriched markettari noble unfortunately survived the Risorgimento Italian and, like Pasolini , you prefer the humble people, people who yearn to achieve pathetic status symbol, people who confuse luxury with the beauty and richness of the culture.
A small plastic micro-cosmos in which nothing is ever real. To think that a little girl you liked Polly Pocket is now somewhat unusual.

Well, you're tired of having people around you for going to a gala dinner with Berlusconi is a cool thing, rather than an opportunity to blow themselves up and become a national hero, a patriot without a country, but still always a patriot.

be clear: after all, you're nobody to judge and you're a rookie who has yet to be proven. But sooner or later, demonstrates and only then, as they say in your part,'ve declared it an "(a term usually accompanied by a bizarre gesture).

do not know what this cosmic intolerance to the outside world, you do not know if this is a really angry beast premestruo of memory, a party with 15 days in advance or, more simply, depends on the homesickness. That damned saudaji you take every 40-50 days if you do not see your family. You do not know if it depends on the desire to move, finally, in an environment populated by real human beings. With their limitations, their smiles and their emotions.
For once, real.

E 'was a difficult day ... As if it
was enough to discover that Valerio Scanu has a new single.

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There are various indices which indicate the rate of progress of the hot summer Milan :

1. Less traffic in the morning

2. Hot Executioner

3. Breathable air

4. Boars Valley Brembana impaled on traffic lights and roasted with the joint action of waves from hot ether and soil

5. Formigoni which mates with Moratti in the middle of the Parco Sempione, including mosquitoes that buzz that sell and Pakistani

6. Odor of human decomposition on public transport

7. Only argument scheduled for the agenda on Thursday became the diaspora of the people residing in Milan scheduled for Friday

8. The LOOSE ASPHALT

That, unfortunately, if you choose to wear heels, stud trivial, not the stilts of the tiger trucks, something simple just to brush up a glimmer of femininity in your being, every step you feel you were sinking in a mud-colored tar sands of the subways and walk down the street becomes a mystical like making out with Satan . The asphalt becomes, in other words, the same consistency of chewing gum chewed by a Cyclops, not prone to oral hygiene, with the features of Giuliano Ferrara.

However, there is only one thing worse than working in Milan in the summer with 35 degrees in the shade: spend the weekend in Milan in the summer with 35 degrees in the shade.

to survive the apocalypse asphyxiated scheduled for the weekend, you went to buy two good fans (in Milan in late June and early August should be a boom in sales of crazy fans, becomes almost an accessory to the page, the fan's arm on Friday afternoon).

In a democratic regurgitation have, in fact, thought it was appropriate to procure one for the Mid Melinda arriving on Friday evening, considering, moreover, the option to place them both - the fans - focal points in the bedroom in order to create a tornado of hot air and recycled power 3 (small button darker), one of those tornadoes that break the lid off the trees and houses while The Great Gig in the Sky of Pink Floyd explodes in the atmosphere.

Surviving in 2, in a narrow space and mono-exposed on the ground floor, overlooking a courtyard where the air is so still that you could leave the center, piled up, the ashes of Mother Teresa of Calcutta , without a speck they fly away, and organizing pilgrimages, well, not just stuff.

You learn to save money. Turn off all appliances that create heat - including energy-saving bulbs. We modulate the breaths to curb emissions of CO2, it goes to cold showers and fresh fruit while for the first time you understand that when Gloria Gaynor singing I Will Survive, staying in the San Siro, in July, without air conditioning and tried in all the way to be strong.

's not so much the desire to do something, the desire to sunbathe or enjoy the summer, but rather, the mere spirit of survival that leads to it, Saturday afternoon, to bring your members to the Lido.

Experience very picturesque: the Lido di Milano is a structure that dates back to twenties, they say. And you have no difficulty believing it.

Positive aspect: the pool in which to refresh their limbs.

Cons: patrons of the beach very diverse species of flora and fauna, almost no lawn, swim in the pool with headphones that you already reach the lowest point of your sex appeal in costume, we miss you only a sock on his head latex (which, with her hair tied in onion provides a priceless look condom-with-tank ). The showers seem to have a soul, also quite sincere, that tells you when you approach with ultrasound, "Attention, danger!" There is a good chance you contracted typhoid. "

And the priceless Motta branded bar, you were convinced there could be only in the worst nightmares of Stefano Accorsi ... but no. A delicious lemon granita biochetasi who knows, the bartenders in the apparent effect of adenocromo to understand that they need to let it get the order set forth between 3 and 4 times and then, even there, a fucking absence of air.

And while you lie, you sprinkle a hectolitre of suntan oil on her, half an onion and start to Fry, as you get the feeling of being in your ass alone. Anyone in life has had a chance to be born, grow, or at least live out that Milan can not understand the feeling of oppression that have begun to hatch at the Lido, while you were practically lying on the cement, to sweat all the Italian to take camicieria a shade slightly anemic and not play my chlorine in the pool (which, as is known, is the enemy of tan).

resist a couple of hours, then go home. With the help of insolation, you and the Mid Melinda, spent about four hours to argue, by greatly increasing the level of CO2 in the house. Then the waters subside, the temperature drops and you decide to keep the balance until the start of new week. Look Velvet Goldmine and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas . The first for the first time, the second to the fifteenth. And you, as always, feel a strong desire to be born and raised in another time and another place. But perhaps even in another time.

Of Velvet Goldmine think that it is not a great film. Do you think that sometimes when movies have stories to tell too much pussy, they can not really move. But there is music, there's Ewan McGregor (with the bird from outside) that will enjoyed as a psychopath to play Iggy Pop, even though technically the same as Kurt Cobain. There is Brian Blade, which would be Ziggy Stardust, which becomes Tommy Stone that would be David Bowie. The film oozes with references, citations and gifts. Velvet Goldmine And then you watch it, leaving a deep impression, but you watch, with a fair show of daring aspiration to play a kind. At times reminds Crazy, Crazy at times even reminds Velvet Goldmine, ambiguous scenes of teens locked in a room with the notes of David Bowie. By bringing the audience to a culture less pre-chewed the most popular hard rock or rock n roll: the glam.

Fear and Loathing, of course confirmation.

And today is Monday and you've waited all day for a phone call with the outcome of an interview done last week. Wait for the call after talks has the same ferocity that had 17 years to wait for the sms of the type that you liked. That when he was 17, the phones were so rudimentary that the magnetic waves interfere with any electrical appliance within miles and the sms is heralded with a crackling noise, able lasted an average of 10 seconds. Sometimes even then the sms does not arrive. And those were the worst times.

Maybe it's part of a process of growth and maturation, learning not to expect a call after the talks. A bit 'like little children know not to expect text messages from assholes.