Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Welcome Wedding Bagswording

The Story of a return to school (aka: I have to see to improve with the titles)

Far be it from me to believe that we are not in any way responsible for our actions and that everything that happens to us, or our state only depend on circumstances beyond our control (now I feel a little 'Tamarra and simplistic, and then say that we can talk of "destiny").
I mean by this that you can not deny the existence of any of our personal initiative or willpower that allows us to act on their own momentum and not because a greater force us into a. Or if you can not, surely this kind of thinking diminishes the great ability that man has, for better or for worse, and I'm for a more merit-based way of seeing things.

But -I know you expected an adversative conjunction, reader-there are things that we can not control with our means, but it is not my intention to dwell on what determines these things, whether it is karma or clinamen, it is not That's what I want to talk.
I'm sure stopping to think, for example, of how they met some people, as an event that would consider "totally accidental" has resulted in a significant change in their lives and so on, many people talk about fate. And I do not exclude myself, so much so that just yesterday I think some circumstances lead to quite unexpected effects.

Around four o'clock yesterday I was on my way home after a During the afternoon of English and I decided (or at least I think I've decided, haha) to go through the park on the bus route, where I met, within walking distance of each other, two elderly men.
The first was sitting on a bench facing the pond artficiale, putrid, a paradise for mosquitoes in the summer, so foul that now all forms of life, except mosquitoes, in fact, had barber for a couple of years. Despite this premise, the old man had stopped to me ask if it seemed to me that the yellow spot on the water was a duck. To my great regret, I had to disappoint the man telling him that no, actually it was the light of a lamp that was reflected on the surface. Him without his intention, I feel embarrassed to a complete stranger, which is justified by saying that he is not that we see so much = (.
But we move on to the second meeting, a little further, as I said, I stopped another grandfather for me to read aloud a paper, addressed to him and sent by the Court of Salerno, on which was written a list of names and some details of the recipient and where it was said that the old man in question was "free from all criminal penalties and effects "(or almost ...).
- Signuri , but then ... I'm free! - says with a smile and thanks me with lots of windows.

There is no way I would show that old people or willing and able to provide our brief interactions, the embarrassment and disappointment for the former and little joy in the second. However, I regret not having done the local mind, yesterday, while talking with the pilot, and congratulate him on his seventy-fifth birthday, which is today.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Fake Id Provisional License

We open with a Positive Thinking # 1

imagine that everyone in your home possess a glass cabinet in the living room. Through the glass - because they are the furniture created to showcase what's most opulent and luxurious you have - on the shelves, you can usually find the sevices tea / coffee-called "good".
However, usually, in fact, hardly ever, these objects are used, and not because of their beauty compensates for the shortcomings in practical use, but because it seems people have a sort of inferiority complex towards them. Ironically, people feel intimidated, for example, the aged wine and wonder when the time is right to enjoy it and after some 'hesitation to come to this solution: "Certainly a great opportunity."
course, is not my intention to make this a manifesto of Positive Thinking prodigality, but I believe that individuals should evaluate themselves more than any thing of value. So that is fine to wear your favorite earrings to go to the supermarket, if we please, to eat a good lasagna without first making sure to be a public holiday if it satisfies us, so be it uncork that bottle of wine and drink from crystal glasses, since the only knowledge that has done its best is more than good reasons.
So today I drank my tea (which, incidentally, was also a ciofeche because I exaggerated with the lemon) from a beautiful china cup and make myself this demonstration of affection kept me in a good mood all afternoon .

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The Best Clawfoot Tub Shower Curtain Rods

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This is not a pipe. In fact it is a painting. And a picture is a representation of something that exists, as in the case of this painting, or abstract, that exists in the mind of the author. The paintings are an expression of emotion (as indeed are all the arts, figurative or not) or an idea. That pipe is on the canvas in all likeness to a real pipe, but compared to this can not be hand held, smoke, and so on.

This blog is not me, but it is a more or less faithful, less than sincere in my point of view on the world.

And here you run out of similarity, since it would be a wishful thinking to equate art writers and posts in this blog. But I wonder why me put where everyone can read can lead you to believe that the undersigned has been disingenuous on this point, even a 'pretentious.
You might think, readers, if you do not consider it interesting what I'm talking about and as I say, sure I would not be driven by the low opinion of my work to publish this and other posts. À vous de

acres.