Some time ago I read a book that Truman Capote left undone.
The protagonist (a want-to-be writer that ends up being a gigolo and massage therapist) becomes the body guard of a great woman. If I am not wrong, the two characters are in Saint Moritz, at a certain point.
This weekend I had the chance to go there, too. It is really great. I would have never imagined such a beautiful valley, green and blue and windy. I love it.
My uncle came with my grandma for a sunday visit. When he jumped out of the car, I could not believe that he was wearing a TIE! No way to make him change his mind: we went hiking with him wearing grey pant suit and tie.
I know that it is not in his intentions to get a girlfriend, otherwise I would imagine him to be hopeless. My mind at full gallop ended up imagining his ideal girlfriend: a woman that is hairy because she did not discover the existence of epilators .
Monday 23 June 2008
Friday 20 June 2008
How to spoil two weeks diet in a day (with no regrets)
I spent a wonderful day with my friends in Milan. We all had an exam and things to do, but at 3 we managed to meet in the bar close to University. We order a Pina Colada after another, scaring the waitress.
Who cares?! We had such a wonderful time together, fantasising about a post-graduate trip :)
None of us would like to live in Italy anymore. I wonder where we will all be in 10 years.
I love them and our weird adventures, such as the exploding toilets in the 4th floor of the library building :)
Who cares?! We had such a wonderful time together, fantasising about a post-graduate trip :)
None of us would like to live in Italy anymore. I wonder where we will all be in 10 years.
I love them and our weird adventures, such as the exploding toilets in the 4th floor of the library building :)
Tuesday 17 June 2008
HerO
Actually, it now came to my mind this:
the name of the female protagonist of "much ado about nothing" is HERO. Do you know what Shakespeare meant by that?
Her-O, and by O meaning the female genital organs. The much ado about nothing was in fact about the virginity of Hero. :)
the name of the female protagonist of "much ado about nothing" is HERO. Do you know what Shakespeare meant by that?
Her-O, and by O meaning the female genital organs. The much ado about nothing was in fact about the virginity of Hero. :)
much ado about nothing
Sometimes I wonder why some people cannot “take it easy”.
How is it possible that the majority of people has to make big deals out of ordinary life happenings? Probably, life is not exciting enough and there is an urge to complain about everything. Or probably, somebody does not have anything to think about.
I quote on of my mom’s best sentences: those who get offended have nothing to think about.
How is it possible that the majority of people has to make big deals out of ordinary life happenings? Probably, life is not exciting enough and there is an urge to complain about everything. Or probably, somebody does not have anything to think about.
I quote on of my mom’s best sentences: those who get offended have nothing to think about.
I wrote this on sunday
Rainy day, AND rainy thoughts
Yesterday I was too devastated by monetary policy to be able to make other synapses happen in my brains. I just went with the flow and enjoyed my friends company for shopping and partying.
I also heard the story of a veterinary that went for dinner to the huge villa of a friend. It was the first time he went there, so the friend’s wife begun to show him the place.
The place was wonderful and rather posh. The vet started to become suspicious: in his eye’s corner, he noticed that in the dining room, there were to stuffed lions, male and female. He preferred not to say anything, but the lady noticed his pause and thought he was interesting in those. “Oh, that is Arthur’s passion!” and then made him follow in the dungeons of the house. The place was full of stuffed trophies: a polar bear, a bear, and countless other animals. Ok, the guy was a hunter. The embarrassing thing was that, during the dinner, the two dead lions were staring at him.
Somebody cures animals, somebody else prefers to kill them and keep the corpses at home. What is entertaining about hunting? Why do people like it? I have never understood. It is an index of insensitivity.
Yesterday I was too devastated by monetary policy to be able to make other synapses happen in my brains. I just went with the flow and enjoyed my friends company for shopping and partying.
I also heard the story of a veterinary that went for dinner to the huge villa of a friend. It was the first time he went there, so the friend’s wife begun to show him the place.
The place was wonderful and rather posh. The vet started to become suspicious: in his eye’s corner, he noticed that in the dining room, there were to stuffed lions, male and female. He preferred not to say anything, but the lady noticed his pause and thought he was interesting in those. “Oh, that is Arthur’s passion!” and then made him follow in the dungeons of the house. The place was full of stuffed trophies: a polar bear, a bear, and countless other animals. Ok, the guy was a hunter. The embarrassing thing was that, during the dinner, the two dead lions were staring at him.
Somebody cures animals, somebody else prefers to kill them and keep the corpses at home. What is entertaining about hunting? Why do people like it? I have never understood. It is an index of insensitivity.
Monday 9 June 2008
P.S.:
PS: concerning monetary policy.
1) the exam is on SATURDAY - brunch time. Everyone is invited ;)
2) I quote some of the sentences of my professor:
"When I grade the exam, I just follow the instinct."
"Is this a philosophical question? No, this is public umiliation?!"
"This happens in a civilized country, not in Italy."
"This is a PhD level class. You have to break your head on these things. If you need psychological council, write me an email. Any questions?"
"But the 31st of May is in the future...and the agenda is endogenous."
3) PROMISING, ISN'T IT?!
1) the exam is on SATURDAY - brunch time. Everyone is invited ;)
2) I quote some of the sentences of my professor:
"When I grade the exam, I just follow the instinct."
"Is this a philosophical question? No, this is public umiliation?!"
"This happens in a civilized country, not in Italy."
"This is a PhD level class. You have to break your head on these things. If you need psychological council, write me an email. Any questions?"
"But the 31st of May is in the future...and the agenda is endogenous."
3) PROMISING, ISN'T IT?!
Punctuation abuses
Reading the handouts of monetary policy, I noted that my teacher has the same tendency that I had when I was writing my paper. My colleagues noted that I used the semicolon for a countless number of times. Same with those notes written by my teacher. By reading them, I noticed how long the sentences were. I wonder if our italian origin make us use that mark so much.
I was then thinking how much the punctuation in a written message changes the impression that the reader gets.
I have noticed this especially by reading sms.
Ciao! = the person is enthusiastic /happy/ would like to see you or tell you the last happenings. On the other hand, too many exclamation marks make the messages become slicky.
Ciao. = the person is not in the mood to send you a sms, but she has to because of the circumstances / the person is in a bad mood. The fullstop might seem a bit strict in sms, but let's not forget that it does not leave anything unclear.
Ciao... = the person cannot decide and you have to guess her state of mind. Usually her/his message goes on: "...if you want....i am going downtown..../ i am downtown...."
When I get these message I always wonder if the person would like to see me downtown or then if she/he just wants to let me know that she is going there and maybe something is going to happen. The abuse of ....... is probably the most irritating that there can be because it is ment to keep the suspence, but it is just a matter of fashionable punctuation (especially among teenagers or among "seasoned people"). I usually prefer to think that the phone has a chicken pox.
The best messages are those written by my grandma: no punctuation at all, because I haven't taught her to use all the buttons of her cellphone.
I was then thinking how much the punctuation in a written message changes the impression that the reader gets.
I have noticed this especially by reading sms.
Ciao! = the person is enthusiastic /happy/ would like to see you or tell you the last happenings. On the other hand, too many exclamation marks make the messages become slicky.
Ciao. = the person is not in the mood to send you a sms, but she has to because of the circumstances / the person is in a bad mood. The fullstop might seem a bit strict in sms, but let's not forget that it does not leave anything unclear.
Ciao... = the person cannot decide and you have to guess her state of mind. Usually her/his message goes on: "...if you want....i am going downtown..../ i am downtown...."
When I get these message I always wonder if the person would like to see me downtown or then if she/he just wants to let me know that she is going there and maybe something is going to happen. The abuse of ....... is probably the most irritating that there can be because it is ment to keep the suspence, but it is just a matter of fashionable punctuation (especially among teenagers or among "seasoned people"). I usually prefer to think that the phone has a chicken pox.
The best messages are those written by my grandma: no punctuation at all, because I haven't taught her to use all the buttons of her cellphone.
Monday 2 June 2008
diet always starts tomorrow
Sunday 1 June 2008
My dirty secrets
When you go out totally scruffy, without make-up and maybe with horrible dark rings around
your eyes, you end up meeting someone you know. Isn't it?
A couple of days ago I was in a rush to go to the dentist. I had to wake up really early, and of course be there on time. Of course, I woke up too late to have a decent shower. Ok, nevermind. I managed to grab the worst combination of random clothes from my wardrobe, whisk away my bike and notice that the back tyre was broken, take a jacket that made me sweat all the way.
Without being too concerned about my wild mane and my pale face without the minimum sign of make up, I was pedaling really fast not to arrive late, and there I meet her, one of the chattiest friends of my mom.
"Ciiiaaaooo, How are youuu??"
...
"mmm"-yawning- good, I am sorry but I am in a hurry..."
"ooowww, but where are you goooiiing, so early in the morning???".
If there is something I don't like, is inquisitive people.
"I'm going to the dentist, I woke up early and I look like a ghost."
"ooowww, I hate going to the dentist, not because it is painful, but because he puts his hands in my mouth..and don't say you look bad, you are always so beautiful!".
OOOOHHHHH another thing I hate is people that tell lies just to please you.
Fortunately, I managed to get rid of her and arrive to the dentist almost on time. On the way there, I was thinking of all the unpleasant situations that happen with some people that are not my friends and that make me feel un-confortably numb.
First, there came to my mind the sentence that some like to tell me: "HAVE YOU LOST WEIGHT?". Presupposition: my weight has been the same for the past 10 years (apart from an exception). The most irritating thing is when the questioner insists, after I have answered with a clear NO. Probably fashion makes me look thinner or then people scann me every time they see me. But, even if I lost weight, I find the question quite intrusive. What if I were anorectic or I had to loose weight for some medical reasons??
Second sentence that arises a bit of disconcert is: "THAT SKIRT/DRESS/SHOE/NECKLACE/SHIRT IS NEW". Probably, people always see me with the same clothes. It makes me think that I give the perception of being always wearing old filthy clothes.
Then, since I am not a good liar, I always hate when people are asking my opinion about something I don't like, but they are enthusiastic about. I always try to find some way to escape the question. For example: "How, this dress is wonderful, don't you think?". And maybe, the person in question is fighting with the zip in order to close it. I guess I should learn to be more diplomatic.
I hate, detest, loathe (::) the situations in which people treats me as if I was incapable to look after myself. Therefore, it is really embarassing when I am forced to eat when I am not hungry, put clothes when I am perfectly fine, being scanned when I eat something that I am not expected to like, being looked like a blond bimbo if I wear something a bit out of the ordinary.
Rebel rebel, put on your dress....rebel rebel..
Now I understand why I always walk barefoot.
your eyes, you end up meeting someone you know. Isn't it?
A couple of days ago I was in a rush to go to the dentist. I had to wake up really early, and of course be there on time. Of course, I woke up too late to have a decent shower. Ok, nevermind. I managed to grab the worst combination of random clothes from my wardrobe, whisk away my bike and notice that the back tyre was broken, take a jacket that made me sweat all the way.
Without being too concerned about my wild mane and my pale face without the minimum sign of make up, I was pedaling really fast not to arrive late, and there I meet her, one of the chattiest friends of my mom.
"Ciiiaaaooo, How are youuu??"
...
"mmm"-yawning- good, I am sorry but I am in a hurry..."
"ooowww, but where are you goooiiing, so early in the morning???".
If there is something I don't like, is inquisitive people.
"I'm going to the dentist, I woke up early and I look like a ghost."
"ooowww, I hate going to the dentist, not because it is painful, but because he puts his hands in my mouth..and don't say you look bad, you are always so beautiful!".
OOOOHHHHH another thing I hate is people that tell lies just to please you.
Fortunately, I managed to get rid of her and arrive to the dentist almost on time. On the way there, I was thinking of all the unpleasant situations that happen with some people that are not my friends and that make me feel un-confortably numb.
First, there came to my mind the sentence that some like to tell me: "HAVE YOU LOST WEIGHT?". Presupposition: my weight has been the same for the past 10 years (apart from an exception). The most irritating thing is when the questioner insists, after I have answered with a clear NO. Probably fashion makes me look thinner or then people scann me every time they see me. But, even if I lost weight, I find the question quite intrusive. What if I were anorectic or I had to loose weight for some medical reasons??
Second sentence that arises a bit of disconcert is: "THAT SKIRT/DRESS/SHOE/NECKLACE/SHIRT IS NEW". Probably, people always see me with the same clothes. It makes me think that I give the perception of being always wearing old filthy clothes.
Then, since I am not a good liar, I always hate when people are asking my opinion about something I don't like, but they are enthusiastic about. I always try to find some way to escape the question. For example: "How, this dress is wonderful, don't you think?". And maybe, the person in question is fighting with the zip in order to close it. I guess I should learn to be more diplomatic.
I hate, detest, loathe (::) the situations in which people treats me as if I was incapable to look after myself. Therefore, it is really embarassing when I am forced to eat when I am not hungry, put clothes when I am perfectly fine, being scanned when I eat something that I am not expected to like, being looked like a blond bimbo if I wear something a bit out of the ordinary.
Rebel rebel, put on your dress....rebel rebel..
Now I understand why I always walk barefoot.
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