Feb
28

Crises and Thesis

Posted by Sol in prattle

There they are, 4.5 years of my life.

What will I do now?

First of all, I’m taking off the weight I gained while doing this thesis.
In deed, this thesis contains, aproximately:

3 kg milk chocolate
17 pizzas
5 kg brioche & butter & marmelade
19 madeleines
10 kg pasta 18 kg tomato 1 l olive oil
40 l coffee.
10 l tea

and other fatty foods that I prefer not to remember.

Dancing, swimming, running and a bit of diet, that’s what my nearest future will bring.

Oh, and I’m trying to read Proust. Again.


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Feb
27

Osito bailarìn

Posted by Sol in prattle

Momo andava malissimo a scuola, era sempre distratto e irrequieto. Un bel giorno, sua mamma Mina gli chiede:

-Momito bello, ma non ti piace la scuola?
-Sì mamma, la scuola mi piace… quello che non mi piace è andarci!

A me piace ricordarlo così.

Ricordo di quella volta in cui soffiai con la cannuccia dentro alla bottiglia di vetro della Fanta. Eravamo a mangiare le ostriche in un posto storico di Città del Messico. Io soffiai così forte che la fanta uscì dal collo della bottiglia in una violenta eruzione arancione. Lui si arrabbiò tantissimo. E io mi spaventai, perché non l’avevo mai visto così arrabbiato. Da allora non soffiai più dentro le bottiglie della fanta, e se l’ho fatto ancora, sono stata attenta a non soffiare troppo forte.

27/02/2003


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Feb
25

unstable

Posted by Sol in prattle

io mica voglio che sia utile eh, voglio solo esprimere tutta la mia indignazione


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Feb
23

Crème Brûlée

Posted by sol in cuisine or at least food on the plate

For Xah: It’s a sort of baked cream (cream, yolks, sugar) covered with a thin layer of hard caramel that can be broken with a spoon to reach the cream.


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Feb
21

Bread

Posted by sol in cuisine or at least food on the plate

Yesterday I baked this fuzzy loaf of bread out of rice and wheat flour.
Not bad.


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Feb
20

zzazzarazzazzzz Zazzazazzazzzz (zwuonderful)

Posted by Sol in prattle

Paolo Conte
Teatro Smeraldo: 19 febbraio 2005

….Là voglio arrendermi
in braccio a una musica
che chiuda il discorso delle affinità
forte e petomane
scritta dal diavolo
in spregio evidente
della civiltà….


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Feb
19

Don’t you like cookies?

Posted by Sol in prattle

Understand these things, my son. All mortals have in common
That sometimes they aim wrong, and miss – but after an error
A man is no longer luckless or thoughtless
If he wills to cure the ill he has fallen into
By not remaining idle:
Obstinacy and awkwardness bring reproaches.
-Sophocles


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Feb
18

Brother

Posted by sol in friends

:)


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Feb
17

Day of the Cat

Posted by Sol in prattle

Homemade treat for your cat: (for very beloved cats only)

2 slices of liver (about 250 grams)
1 cup of chicken stock
1 cups of cooked baby carrots cut into pieces
1 cup of cooked peas or green beans
1/2 cup of alphabet pasta, uncooked
3 spoonfuls of oats

Cook everything together in the stock, divide into small paper cups and freeze.
Napoleone loved it to death.


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Feb
16

Bic Runga, Beautiful Collision

Posted by sol in poetry, reviews

Recently came upon this beautiful maori-chinese singer, whose voice is charming and highly enjoyable. Bought the album, “Beautiful Collision”, now looking forward to listening to the previous one, Drive.

The following are the lyrics of the first song of her I heard:

“Honest Goodbyes”

Sink with the tide
Rescue me if you like
I’ll be leaving it all up to you
Think how we tried
It’s o.k. to be lied to
As long as it’s only by you

People say to me it’s best that we’ve parted
‘Cause you know I’m better alone
Don’t explain to me how you’re so broken hearted
I’m too busy mending my own

Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies

Late ever night the colours fade from the sky
And the music is gone from the moon
Standing in line for what used to be mine
What use is the rhyme with no tune

People say to me it’s best that we’ve parted
And nothing is carved out in stone
It’s such a shame how we’re back where we started
It’s late now and time that we go

Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies

Outstanding!

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