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N'n gna faccio! (post noioso)

No, I try but I just n'n Spain, is a month passes and I have a post (political pissed) that I fester in the draft but I just can not finish it, but we go around the period of maximum creativity that I had was when I spent a puntoevirgola ...

Too many commitments, too many thoughts, too facebook? Useless, I would have plenty of time to cultivate my literary ambitions bloggeristiche, is that they are apathetic. It 'a period so mundane tranquil: a series of rambling vaguely days, nor fantastically horribly sad nor happy, I feel just survive, but that is vibrant misty expectancy does not quite know what to fear, but also underground, especially if that lethargic peace comes after a period of very dense small and large bad luck and pain.

short, it is worse than being bored or being sick?
(The lack of the third alternative is not random, but can be traced back all'indomito optimism that distinguishes me: after all, a pessimist is just an optimist with experience!)


I said, humans are strange (and I do not do certain exceptions): the Most of us, rather than using the inevitable moments of pause to address themselves and impossible questions about the meaning of life, would accept more readily the pain, because basically we are convinced (we were convinced?), "Life is not measured how many breaths we take, but by the moments that take your breath away. " Mmmm ...

Apart from the understandable skepticism of the World Medical pulmonologists, but it is true that it should be so? I'm finally starting to accept the idea that my boredom of living is by no means caused by the external environment ... Well of course, live in New York with a group of hippies who are abandoned, rather than immersed in the old color of time with 90% of friends now hopelessly ensnared by parental responsibilities, may provide new stimuli, but eventually even those I would certainly boring. Why in fact I've got into boredom.

Nor is boredom and anxiety. Anxiety of life, anxiety to try, hear, do (kissing point and will say): I burn this because I'm always looking into the future, because I have a sharp awareness that my time is limitato e vorrei usarlo al meglio. Solo che riguardo a questo "meglio" ho le idee un po' confuse, e quindi in assenza di una direttiva chiara mi disperdo in mille rivoli perchè dovrei fare di più, provare di più, sentire di più. La ragazza è intelligente ma non si applica, potrebbe fare di più...

Cosa? Boh! E nel frattempo l'attimo presente mi sfugge. Panta rei, ecc ecc. Un circolo vizioso!

In cotanto scazzo, una persona di discreta esperienza mi ha consigliato di lasciar perdere le domande da un fantastilione di sesterzi ed i progetti con la P R O maiuscola, ammettere che non posso navigare senza la bussola (soprattutto con la sfiga sempre inquattata nell'ombra come l'iceberg di Titanic), and focus on the immediate present, an end in itself, purely corporeal. Type brush my teeth, and instead of one thousand saw me mental focus on the individual dog by rubbing. Beeello. For 6 / 7 nanoseconds work ... Or attend to the daily tasks with meticulous attention observing the colors of the box of tomatoes or the feeling of the objects in his hands.

Council wonderful, now I feel anxious as well as too crazy ... and, let's face it, the boxes of tomatoes that are not so exciting ...

In all this, I'm depressed? No, not really. Are suspended. And some 'reassurance: in other words, legions of philosophers, thinkers and artists who have poured rivers of ink to the boredom, will to say something. The conclusions to you, I'll leave ... Pending

What Are The Dots On My Dogs Nose

Due pasticcini prima della sentenza, signor K?

Warning, this post is a relief, if you want to read jokes go here !

Subtitle: Life is beautiful because it is varied, the problem sometimes is that it can become damaged and then are pain!

short, no one has time to recover from the shock of seeing the glorious old firm (where he worked for over 10 years and still cluttered desks of orders and requests) flow on the pavement, ridotta ad uno spezzatino e gettata in pasto agli squali dell'imprenditoria, che subito viene scossa dal torporoso stato di limbo della cassaintegrazione per essere catapultata in situazioni burocratiche e contrattuali davvero grottesche...

La settimana scorsa a momenti mi strozzo col caffè a colazione mentre, smuficchiando distrattamente sul forum ex-aziendale per vedere le ultime novità, leggo che ci sta arrivando una raccomandata nientepopodimeno che dai giudici che seguono le pratiche di smembramento e mummificazione della ditta, nella quale ci chiedono di indicare l'esatto ammontare dei nostri crediti. Senza ancora aver ricevuto il debito conteggio da parte della ex-ditta morente. Io, che già mi prende l'orticaria solo a compilare il 730, I start to have a cold sweat. Just then the doorbell rings. Twice!



I scan suspicious dall'apposito prying eye of the door and I see there, just him with his vespetta, the postman! Tah-dah ... I adopt the strategy and I pretend to be dead possum. But not to withdraw to avoid the recommended! Noooo, just because I would never, ever open my put from desperate housewives (the one sciabattante Italian, not the radical chic-sexy-tv: tousled hair, shapeless pigiamone batteries, socks equally shapeless, pantoffolona hairy robe. .. I do not know if I give)

Although mottled with this (indeed, opossum) I gain some points erotic imagination of the postman and a few more days to the deadline for submission of statements, I remain deeply disturbed and start calling around the world. Former colleagues are divided between darkly anxious and moderately confident, however, both sides agree to seek guidance to trade unions. Which is overdue (after all, not just us 270 souls in pain to take care of: there is a whole region in bankruptcy proceedings), but then there's: Read the recommendations, we are told that they have no value but are only ingiuntorio expressions of the same for all procedures and that we, as employees and creditors and then, not only can we remain silent, ma anzi non dobbiamo assolutamente rispondere, onde non venire equiparati agli altri creditori.

Torno a casa senza averci capito un kaiser e non molto convinta, sarà che non mi sento ancora così privilegiata e che a me comunque le carte legali mi fanno sempre sentire in colpa (atavica sensazione di fronte alla legge, probabilmente i miei avi facevano i bracconieri), ma mi decido finalmente a ritirare la famosa raccomandata, la metto sul tavolino ed è ancora lì che emana perfide vibrazioni negative ogni volta che la guardo. Prima o poi la trafiggo con un paletto di frassino, e vediamo che succede...

Nel frattempo, veniamo convocati dall'acquirente della parte di spezzatino che comprende anche me. Ci avevano già accennato che i tagli occupazionali sarebbero stati drastici, ma ci avevano anche detto che tutto dipendeva dai primi mesi di produzione e che comunque avevano piacere di incontrarci ed illustrarci il loro progetto. Appena entro nella sala, vedo tutti gli ex dirigenti azzimatissimi e un tavolo imbandito con un rinfresco, e vengo colta da incomprensibile senso di nauseabonda rabbia: sarà stato l'odore delle castagnole fritte, forse... Mi siedo zitta e buonina e sento i nostri nuovi signori e padroni che ci danno il benvenuto nella grande famiglia XXXvision, decantando il luminoso futuro che ci aspetta insieme, e tessendo le lodi di quanto fatto fin'ora. Al momento delle domande, prende la parola il più pagato ed il più dannoso dei nostri managers (prima che arrivasse lui qualche speranza di salvezza ancora c'era) e inizia a sbrodolare complimenti a destra e a manca, chiudendo il suo discorso con un fervorino a favore dell'ex-patron (nonchè quasi suocero) spellandosi le mani in un applauso che viene ripreso solo dalle file dei tap-managers e pochi altri. Chiedo in giro freneticamente se qualcuno ha un travelgum da darmi, mimando il mar di male, ma rimedio solo una cingomma allo xilitolo.

Finiti i convenevoli, un coraggioso finalmente pone la domanda fatidica: su circa 170 persone del settore, ne sono state richiamate al lavoro 40. E le altre? Entro quando e in che numero verranno richiamate? Attimi di tossicchianti imbarazzi, poi la responsabile del reparto Iuman Risorses prende la parola e ci spiega senza mincing words that we are all very talented and skilled but they have their staff so they do not need others. Welcome to the family but now out of the chestnuts that you are too ... Bah, built the disappointment, I was so prepared, and almost makes me laugh the next day when others try to refute them by saying that yes, actually said so, but we must also take account of the attitude paraverbal that his body language were absolutely benevolent and so there is still hope (okay, the girl is in their favor greatly pussy, and I understand that the physical manifestations may lead to false hopes ...)

All in all, I think as I prepare to leave, I've gotten a slight scoglionatura, but now I'm ready for anything. No, not at all. Not to hear one of 40 "saved" who stands up and asks when they begin to work, and 130 colleagues have just received the warrant, and do not see many of the same 130 outcasts to participate in the buffet made available by our possible-but -no-more-employer-of-work ... I'm in the throes of nausea and a hallucinatory feeling of strangeness, but how do you want to eat more closely with those responsible for the disatro? ari-bah ...

I've got the aftermath of the trauma still today when I go to another meeting with the unions this time we urge everyone to show immediate counting of our claims in the courts and let them have our communication of acceptance of the arrangement or it may destroy it and who loses (it happens) we would be working ... But as the week before c'avevate said ... but ten days have passed ... but still not given the statements that have both ... In short, big mess, people pissed off again tomorrow and the meeting reconvened with lawyers to try to come out of this quagmire, while the evil recommended laughs in his sleeve, wicked!

And already feel the weight on the Kafkaesque premonition that tomorrow, with all those lawyers who will speak in legalese, I do not I'll find a beloved cippoletta, be wrong all the sbagliabile not I can absolutely deal with them while putting all the good will and pay the penalty, saying goodbye forever to my poor TFR. Tomorrow is Shrove Tuesday, we hope there are the crackers, though for a safe jump the pharmacy to buy Travelgum we do it!

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picture Mark

Turning 12 Birthday Sayings

Infinito Tormento: viral filming!

A title that puts a little 'anxiety, right?
Come on, do not worry: Endless Torment is not bitter as Pallos guide than I is bored in these cold rainy days by cassadisintegrata, or other generic type of post-existential depression. Tranquility, that I leave them as drafts until they find a way to defuse it.

Infinite Torment is a concept film, a philosophy of life and art, a bold challenge to the giants of cinema and literature, but also that incessant discontent that pervade the leaders of the Marche Region when they find this video and understand that there was no need to call Dustin Hoffman paying good money flowers, to hear him play with difficulty Infinity Leopardi and wanders aimlessly among the rolling hills of the Marche . Bazzeccole, We've also made us local bloggers, being able to memorize even a realistic story and a dream-time, full of parochial-connotazoni socio-cultural and twists, most importantly at no cost (to both industry and for the distribution, and above all this, for real Marche, surely must mean something).

Preceded by a relentless barrage advertising really tormenting Implemented by the designers, director , protagonist and extras via Facebook, blogs and YouTube, our counter- spot was presented to the audience Monday night , and is now available to all free (and Marche). Oh Dustin, you're so cute but look at me, listen, and Rosica!




(short short, short post ... if this is not consistent ...)