Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Sponge/bob/waffle/maker

crystal

Alba.

dozens of post started like this, and if you have not started as they should, I think dawn is the most microscopic things and what they really mean all that surrounds me. And it is dawn and I look around, I feel afraid of silence, that the buildings appear to be animated, that appear without my people has invited the, that the words come back to resonate, and which are completely different meanings, that literature comes from the pages and I feel nostalgia for myself that is not there. Today morning I spoke with Dick Diver, sipped iced something and I asked how to do it after being exposed to so many parties and have participated in many brilliant discussions sit boxed in a provincial town, but mechanically doing their job impeccably, but he chewed a cube of ice without answering. Dick passes and rarely speaks little, one day I know that depends on the grimace on his face that, which I suspect is some sort of wrinkle of expression due to having to be very genuine smile that contentment hypocritical education, and then stopped.

Call work are ten in the morning. I'm still in his underwear and I have to leave in twenty minutes to go and get new proofs to correct, but I do not say so, I think to me to say that I have the coffee on the fire, although I have no reason to lie, and while I think this I immediately think that I did not invent anything, because you do not need, and it's not that I go to speak, only that before a certain time the voice comes out as I expected, is lower and it makes me look a bit 'silly and then I speak little pleasure. Meanwhile, a customer enters, so the conversation ends quickly and I put on coffee for real.

while I watch the shower / waterfall that hits the ground shakes and the flowers of non-slip rubber and meditate on what I am now. Behold, I am Donald Duck: jeans and white T-shirt or tank top and black jeans? Difficult dilemma. The shoes do not. The colored shoes. The phone rings again, the coffee comes out and that feeling of being alone suddenly disappears. I am not alone, there is a world that runs all around me, who does not care and summer holidays, that does not go on vacation, that does not need maremaremaremare like me who always think of starmene naked under a palm tree staring at the clouds and eat coconuts, (we always think of summer and winter, not just now) or all these people who need it as I do not realize it, he does not, does not know. Coffee, watch, it's a quarter to eleven and I have not had a shower, how is it possible? How do you expand so much time without realizing it? The stack of books piled on the table looks at me and asks me to do something. Here's how to spend another ten minutes between coffee and reading project. The boy next door throws a piercing cry, it is time for feeding. I recall the words of yesterday, the ones that I am ashamed to repeat. I am ashamed to even repeat them to myself, what kind of uptight and boring that am. How did I ever say out loud yesterday? How, how ... Within the shower with a disc behind by Noah and the Whale.

San Frediano 12 hours. Recovery of the drafts, I chat with the girls, talking about holidays of course. I miss this neighborhood, I miss the battered roads, the knot of people of all colors who are chatting in the corners, the little bar and I really miss my stationery. There is a fabulous stationery right near the square that sells all sorts of things that I write or what colors and all sorts of paper that the drawing for gift packages. Everything smells in there, and there is nothing I would not buy. Even today I give to my fixation with green pens. Sooner or later I will have to undergo a medical this mania. Go back to the tidy streets of my new neighborhood, listening to the radio with earphones, there's the news, carelessly threw a look at the windows while stopped at traffic lights. Another ten minutes of traffic and I arrived.

try it is not difficult: one two three apnea. one two three ... I like to calculate how long I can remain without breathing. I've always loved since childhood, when I asked him a present of a chronograph watch with my parents I thought about this: I could calculate ... The dim light in the house is as cool under a pergola in rest and refresh. In the dim light I pull out fresh water, tomato salad and affection. There are some things to wash,
resists the map of sage, basil died. Too much love. Too much attention to this plant so soft, not too much water too little, too many attempts to show a better light, too much of everything. A plant fragrant and delicate, too much love, so you can only choke. And so I remember the dream that I was doing before dawn tonight. Before the arrival of Dick Diver. I dreamed that I was in a sort of hotel and they had to organize the places where we slept, I dreamed that my friend and his pregnant girlfriend slept in a tiny little bed all three and I was alone in a big bed. And I did not sleep. They yes, I did not. What nonsense, I thought even in dream, what nonsense. Yet they are not bad, I told myself, I choke. I suffocate ... then I missed my breath and I woke up. And I found Dick Diver.

D ice hagiography of Leonardo da Vinci-eh-wide if I take him to have said "who is alone is his own, who divides his life with a companion is only in half. " Then he also says that the passion for nature's came watching, observing nature and taught him his layabout uncle family that appears in the extract from the mouths to feed with the following description "is in the house and do nothing."
time Leonardo was a genius and has become a genius, among other things, opening in two lizards as a child. What we did not all become geniuses, but maybe some 'observers.
Tonight I thought, how many comments I've put together, as are detailed and accurately recorded and transcribed and analyzed with the green pen.

Record of useless facts and calligrapher in green.
Had I known that the trades would be rich.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Congestive Heart Disease More Condition_symptoms

laughter through gritted teeth


Today at 9.30 I arrived at the shop with breakfast already made something of a miracle-a-scary sleep and a warm already well above the threshold of endurance. My, I mean, who is known as a fearless resists turning 38 degrees and above. But having already had breakfast helped, after all, is the most beautiful part of the day, breakfast, anyway.
turn on my computer.
Black screen.
reasoning than ten minutes, then a written.
call customer service.
"the computer will not turn on a black screen and says this and that"
"Oh God"
"like oh my God?"
"is the worst thing that could happen."
"Meaning?"
"I mean your computer has just died and you said please bury"

Now, fortunately it was not the my computer, but a little 'effect makes me the same. Since I practically live there in the shop, inside there are all my working hours, all my photos downloaded into a corner, a couple of translations and two essays. Oh, and my thesis.

"come tomorrow," said the coach "that here are all on vacation and I work until nine o'clock tonight."
"tomorrow?" But I ... "
"Look, I can not move, I swear I tell the truth.

But the truth is that in 2010, working a full day without a computer is really impossible.
All orders for waiting customers: skipped
the order I had to do to the Danish company: skipped;
inventory of Christmas 2009 that I had to see to fill the order for the Danish company: unreachable then the order for the Danish company can not be done even by hand;
printing bubbles for good from the start: Sauteed;
confirmation of payment of goods purchased online: skipped.

And for sure I'm forgetting something.
However it was a busy day. The things they can not do it multiplied, people to call, with which to apologize, by arguing that, by pretending that seemed endless.
I started to surf online with their cell phone, while not being told for the twentieth time
"there is a problem? Send me an email at this address"
"I can not use the internet is the problem! "
The head, came into the store to try to stem the leaks at one point looked at me and started laughing.
I started laughing too.

We are one step hysteria, everyone.


NB Thanks to B. that the moment of greatest crisis came with two drinks. Friends, when you need it, sometimes not even have to try them.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

High Cholesterol Causes More Condition_symptoms

stones

In these days a hot mind on the things most varied and diverse, and identifies herself in the rocks, flowers and stone buildings, and all thoughts evaporate leaving no more bubbles as if not wearing a kind of residue of futility and fatalism.
So, do you think you think back, I fell from the scooter. It was not my fault, it was the fault of the man who did not see me, thanks to the ridiculously huge machine, the fact is that wherever one is not to be seen is never much pleasure, and especially does not like to put one bare foot on the asphalt Zozzo and hot looking sandal lost in the crash.

Another thing that leaves something 'forbidden is the friend of the friend who tells you that you have just graduated in the same department and asks your advice for the future.
Future? " I say, and immediately I think of the days when I thought about the future as a thing other than this, I've been a few, I confess, but in short, the girl that has passed and that should give hope to the girl already hopefully not apply to me so, so I blatantly lied about the beautiful things happen when you have chosen as a partner in life and literature of another language, and I swear that is a wonderful thing and that never lets you down. This was not exactly a lie (okay, not even the first is really a lie), on the other hand, I also happen to think that you have next, rather than a faithful and loving companion, a cantankerous husband yells at you if you do not 've cooked dinner, but this is just a feeling of the last three days fatigue and insomnia, do not know if tomorrow subscribe, indeed, almost certainly not.

While I think the outstanding orders of the magical world of candles, to customers and drinking 4 liters of mineral water per day, my friend M. writes beautiful things, and writes very well. Maybe I should have read this, the friend of the friend in search of hope for the future.


Monday, July 5, 2010

Olive Oil With Lemon For Dogs



the question "What is it that makes her happy," the candidate lowers his head, blushed, then he can not answer, then stammers, "some light of day, and some songs ".
adds, blushing still more and holding a tear of shame "tiny things".
This makes him smile and brings it to the second question.
"But because he is ashamed of the things that make you happy?"
Nobody knows and we do not quit. The candidate seeking
elegantly to change the subject, he returns home and, after a bit 'of hours when the heat allows, open a bottle of white wine for a long time kept it in the fridge to make sense at times like this.