Saturday, March 20, 2010

Chocolate Mould Oscar

Beiju, tragedy. Naoju, farce. White

March 21, Sunday morning, post-breakfast. Yesterday I wanted to reward with an evening "at a discount supermarket sushi" with the result that now I find patches of soy sauce around the table and floor, my room seems to put even worse than usual. The days are getting more beautiful and my spirits with them, who taketh away the sin heating and my bathroom will no longer have that teporino inviting, I guess. There's a picture on my desk a few days ago, dated January 7. The souvenir photos in my class last semester, I'm around 12 of my students, the staff of my office. It 's a picture that I really like the thing that I can not help but notice is that everyone has looked quite composed, who a serious expression, who mentioned a smile ... among all leading me with a face like a "time of my life" and a laugh Marple.

历史 重复, 一次 悲剧, 一次 闹剧 is the Chinese version of a quote attributed to Carl Marx. History repeats itself twice, first as tragedy, second as farce. Yesterday I re-fight with Wilson in the chat, I drank half a bottle of wine, I spent the evening crying like a fountain. During this period, so wet and I am sorry to be robbed of my dreams too, the situation is not dissimilar to the post a few months ago, hence the Marxian idea of \u200b\u200bthe summons. But let us proceed with order. The holidays have passed fairly quickly, over the period of binge / eaters of the New Year celebrations began a period of a little 'tense wait for it to outline the activities of this semester course to do that? which would have been my students? I was a bit 'nervous, the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing an elective and not a full-immersion Italian language would have required a different approach. Last week it passed my colleague brought some CDs, a book of Italian, and the ravioli with the "beard Fennel, we discussed a bit 'of the first lessons of the program, intruduzione, phonetics, bla bla. I had the time, classrooms, she says she probably will not be many students, the announcement of the Italian language course has been developed late on the university website.
Last Thursday I was preparing my beautiful powerpoint, Trace little drawing of St. Francis, was a presentation on the origin of the Italian language, Indo, Latin, the vernacular ... My colleague contacts me and tells me that students are not in sufficient numbers to prop up the course, no lessons.
Regarding the photo I remember a few months ago, now what have I got? Without the lessons as spend my days? Chinese ordered through the book on amazon, I look a bit 'of new stuff that is online, movies, TV series and so on. I feel empty, the days no longer have meaning. There's nothing that justifies the present, nor future. Yet it is all in all a good day out is all the same, time flows the same, that the days have a purpose or not pass the same, whether or not we have a goal, a dream, a god macroscopically our (my?) Life does not change. And 'this farce? It looks like a film made by someone else, I can only wait for someone to make choices for me, I await the news from my colleague, my boss in Beijing, who knows. Let

the happy news: fourteenth season began south park, absolutely in style. Then Paul told me yesterday of his proposal of marriage to Clare, with restaurant, flowers, ring, kneeling and all that was needed. Ah, how exciting! Congratulations! I hope to be a worthy witness to this wedding ...

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Salicylic Acid Lip Warts

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The holidays are almost over. It lasted almost unbelievably forward. And, oddly, the only thing I regret a little bit. We stayed at the pre-New Year, the pre Valentine's Day, but in fact the culmination of events was yet to come ... Chinese New Year with the mystic. This year I have collected three hits in three different Chinese family. Pre, during and after the New Year.

Pre-New Year's family home Yangyang (ex-medical student, currently a trainee, and awaits the results of research to do). Location: countryside just outside of Jinan.
Life in the countryside ... a different China. A little 'as you imagine life in the siheyuan in Beijing at the time of Mao, but to this day. Three days of freezing cold and (close your eyes and children do not read) without having the courage to go to the bathroom because that hole in the ground I do not use it, no no no. We went to the international market small village which is held twice a week, I bought gummy candies and slices of dried banana that I chewed for three quarters of the day and a poster with the characters of my name written all colored, with small fish and birds. Lunch with the entire family (including a very pregnant sister and brother in law) was very pleasant. Another note of color that the family is Christian Yangyang ... I spent an evening singing songs from the church in China.

New Year, the house of my colleague at the University of Shandong. Location: the northern part of Jinan. I go down to the local supermarket, I'll assemble a nice fruit basket and go. The house is small but all in all very nice. My mother makes me share in the preparation of the ravioli and I too clumsily or close anyone. Then, In short, after a while you start with delirium based huoguo, ravioli hot that I burned. Evening program on CCTV capdanno China (春晚, friends, or Spring Festival gala, if you are heterophile), sprinkle with 白酒 bottles (a very close relative of grappa, alcoholic talking about) and series of rather long but incredibly satisfying to partiton mah-jong. In the end, finished the show on TV and well pretty well stuffed my stomach her home about two o'clock at night with lots of bag with supplies for the next day.

After-New Year, Wang Dong's house (which, if I understand it, is the chart for a company that sells French wines, but not only, perhaps). Location: Longkou, several kilometers from Jinan. In two previous stages of intoxication prey / family, I let my friend ask me two sizes, and the fourth day of the year again (ah, achievements of the lunar calendar) I went to the bus station of Jinan and I took the bus to Huangcheng (which is the name of the place that I could not find even the usually semi-infallible google maps) I had booked the day before on the phone. (Wow, I booked a ticket on the phone, have an ace), and five hours of bus routes and destination. The family home Wand Dong is definitely a nice apartment, not ridiculously big, however I have found my room with air conditioning and flat screen TV. It is located in the middle of a residential complex made up of blocks that are all the same extend as far as the eye can see, wow. Two other days where I did nothing but eat and watch TV (and see 20 times the scene of the Chinese skater to win the gold medal, vomit), the poor mother all that attempted to come against my tastes Western guest. Highlights: I that the area around the Nanshan with Taoist temple and, just in front of a giant Buddha at the top of the stairs in the aftermath of an evening that began with a little alcohol 'wine at the home of Wang Dong and over not to host identified bottles of beer that I and a friend we have drained because in the end took a chest discovered that no one has run in part two of us drank.

That's it for now, my students have come to Perugia, I also do a bit of 'I start with the lessons. We are soon, and meanwhile I leave you with a nice typo-Freudian slip this morning on the Republic.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Krusteaz Vs Bisquick Pancake

early. Early intervention useful for the harmonious development of children

Public meeting to present their projects
Born to Born to Read Music and
Friday, March 12, 2010

Public Library Casorate Sempione (VA)

Free participation

rapporteurs :
Chiara Di Francesco (Pediatrician)
Anna Cattoretti (Musician, librarian)

Info:
City Tel: 0331-295052, ext. 8
Library Tel: 0331-290267
E-mail: biblioteca.casorate @ gmail.com

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