Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Baking Of Cake In Microwave

THE CONSTITUTION & THE COOP




Bella and laudable initiative of COOP for 150 °
unification of Italy, to pay homage to its members (at a cost of € 1) with an exclusive booklet, published in collaboration with the Utet, the full text of the Italian Constitution and some representative images of the choice of the republic in the referendum of 2 June 1946.

Proof, if proof were needed, of the enormous difference between the culture that animates the COOP and any other structure purely commercial. Thanks

COOP have given meaning to the slogan
"The COOP's you!"






These are some of the images from the book.























Monday, March 14, 2011

Airsoft Styer Aug Grenade Launcher

Dr. Ross

They told me that now you have a boyfriend. Record shot there as if I were not interested, as if you had not always been the aim of my secret love. Moreover, to be sensitive towards me, should have been aware of my innermost feelings. I, like the poet Nicanor Parra, I replied that the news could not concern me at all. Not the mimosas bloomed as in the poem, but a gray November was lost in his melancholy spirit made of rain and fog.

They told me also that you go to bed - in fact I suspected that, even without me saying it, obviously - but, in reality, this news was functional another: there is your mother upset when he hugged and found naked in his bed. I have imagined the scene: you naked, bare him - his face was cracked by Dr. Ross in "ER" and a jaw that I would have gladly contributed to dislocate a force of punches. In this way, your mother came to discover that hide in the attic because she did not suspect anything. Now it is a small cloth, continues to mumble and could be that a shot. She went to vent and gossip from a friend so the wireless phone has brought the news to me.

Meanwhile, I continued to hide, I was indifferent, the dumb. But we were at the table and bite me had gone askew. I tried not to cough and I looked at the glass which glittered with greed a Chianti that I thought would have been more pleasant. And continue to speak of that type - Dr. Ross, or with short, what I imagined his face: "You should know," he was saying Hermes, who then was the host and had invited me to dinner. "It was a club promoter in the Riviera," said Ileana, his wife and excellent cook, despite the bullet that I had placed in his throat. But I did not know him, I do not remember having ever met, of ever having had anything to do, if not through a third person and that person, dammit! you were in your bed, naked, clinging to him ...

The TV was on, at very low volume: suddenly I saw a commercial flight, pursued by your mother. Your lover with the face of Dr. Ross was climbing up a ladder, attempting to climb up a giant century-old olive tree. As in "Amarcord" when the crazy uncle played by Ciccio Ingrassia climbing a tree and shouts "I want a woman!" And then I finally understood that everything was just a dream, a terrible nightmare in which you betrayed me with Dr. Ross, and that my love remained subject, at least for the moment. I was finally awake, alert as ever I was in my life and I made the decision to abandon the plunge and declare you as soon as all my love.

Hormonal Breakouts From Birth Control

The Panda yellow

For 19 years my car, a white panda, delivered to me and my many roads but also from home to school and back, until he started stove and ask to be put on her slippers to the tires at the same time when even the engine of my body began to puff, begging me to stop my running.

So I am in a hospital bed and she covered the parking lot is located, we took a well deserved rest. I, for luck and joy, but always went back to the life of my poor panda, my husband, was destined to be scrapped. Then I struggled not to see it over crushed in a scrap, I won and it was decided to give it a chance. We took the mechanic who gave us hope. Did I leave with so much hope and soon returned home regenerated, ready for new "drifting", at least according to the mechanic.

The fact is, however, sometimes gave no sign of slowing down and my husband insisted on buying a new car, new so to speak, a used guaranteed. We went together, but not engage with me in that relationship of peaceful, sincere cooperation and complicity between us must be faithful friends. One day, accompanying my son to school, unable to go through the usual way, for work on the road, I had to take a detour. At the edge of a sidewalk, right in front of a bar, there was parked a yellow panda, with a sign on the back "for sale-like new only 15,000 km. It was love at first sight. It seemed to be waiting just me. I left the child in school and I came back the same road, I pinned the phone number of the owner and not just at home, I contacted him. The price was too high and I was forced to give up. Every morning, however, I began spending more for the road to greet as they then seemed to me more and more sad, as if a machine could express this feeling. Every time I was relieved to see her still there, unsold. I spoke with my husband and also made him a try. The price was very high: nothing to do. Meanwhile my husband to work, had to stay two months away from home and new car does not talk about it anymore and I spent more that way.

Months passed and my husband returned. One morning he went out with his friend but with my panda and not with his car. Come back to me said that there was a body builder interested in buying my old panda and that would give me more than was imaginable, because it was only to be scrapped. His grandson wanted to sell its pandas and could make a deal. We would bring the car under his niece's house, to see succeed, in the afternoon. I was upset, both because I thought my husband had taken an initiative without consulting me, and because it wanted to separate me from my beloved car. However, the appointment was made and now I might as well see this car second-hand. At the appointed hour I went down into the yard, my husband and my son. For a ringing phone, as agreed, my husband opened the electric gate and you will see, almost with a smile that went from a street lamp to another, the yellow panda for so many days I had "courted" the edge of that sidewalk. My son cried, "but the mother panda yellow you wanted!" Incredulous, I saw her approach and stop a few steps away from me. My husband knew that it was the car that we had tried in vain to buy and did not dare to give me a new disappointment. We already knew the price and, if it still was, we could not buy it. Instead, by selling my old panda and being more healthy tips to the owner, the panda yellow and stayed with me, but sorry, I gave her farewell to the white panda and a big welcome to my new yellow panda. We were looking at each other and to the destiny we can not resist.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Rabbit Christmas Tree Needles

The lottery ticket train travel



The television was still a luxury and only a few families had one. When there was an interesting drive, the lounge was transformed into a small movie theater. Relatives and close friends who had not met to assist in the program area. The same thing happened in the bar.
Then the lottery Italy was combined with a music program Canzonissima. It was a singing competition between the big song and every song was a finalist matched the winning ticket. There were also many prizes and consolation, to be honest, the most dreamed about just that. Small children have small dreams and desires. Of course winning the first prize would be great but it was more hope than a consolation that there were many more likely to see their dream realized. On Saturday evening they were all watching the program that allowed to dream.
Pinuccia Lisetta and two sisters were respectively 5 and 3 years. Their father was a mere employee of a post office in a small country, barely touched by the economic boom. The mother, housewife, she was beautiful, good, kind and friendly. It was a good housewife. Looked after the home and family being able to rely much more modest salary of her husband who used to say, appreciated, and that any money he did come out two.
sewing, embroidering, knitting, and cheap, could do great lunches. The dream of this beautiful little family, however, was a home, perhaps with a garden where children could play, a small vegetable garden. Her father dreamed of even a car, possibly a lookout or a Fiat Fiat station wagon. So Sunday would have been able to visit her parents who lived far from the village in the country. These cars were small cars, a Fiat Cinquecento now.
At that time the lottery tickets were sold to me, just like stamps. The cost was not excessive and if they sold enough. That year was the last day arrived and all the blocks with a pair of tickets remained unsold. It was a hassle! We had to make a report, attach the block with the unsold tickets. In short, it would have been much better that someone had bought. The father of Pinuccia Lisetta and looked at them for long: he wanted to buy them and put them all in the hopes of seeing their dreams realized and his wife. But she could not afford the expense, even minimal. Get one, however, would not have prevented all the work for the return. So he was going to compile the report, when he entered office, a greeting, the village doctor. "Good evening, Doctor, you want the latter two lottery tickets, is already closing and I have to return them. The girls are waiting for me and I have not bought them the sheath of the witch, I'm late to compile this report and will remain free." "Two? No, we do one for me and the other to you. "Was the response from the doctor. So a ticket ended up in the pockets of the Doctor and the other in the portfolios of the employee, maintained as a bill of large denomination.
was the night of the Epiphany and the girls were excited. Epiphany is then only received gifts and stocking with candy. Every year the postal administration gave toys to the children of its employees and so the gift was provided, but the sock was miserable, just because of that ticket, bought at the last minute.
However they were happy to wake up the beautiful dolls and in particular it has not found ash and coal.
all afternoon watching television in the living room to watch the drawing of lottery tickets. What a disappointment! All the broken dreams!
life, home, bike to move were the same as ever. The father took
the ticket from his wallet and gave it to Pinuccia, who observed with pleasure the beautiful daisy on the ticket, rolled it and put it in the small pocket of apron that my mother was always the girls, so that dirt and the dresses.
The next morning, while his mother performed the household chores and the girls played with dolls, the father returned from work in the company of unexpected doctor. The latter had bought the newspaper and had seen the number of tickets they had won the consolation prize of one million (it was the late 50). He had won but the consolation prize winning ticket was sold in their province and it was just a number less than his. He concluded that it could be the ticket that he had refused and that the employee had bought for himself. So he ran to the office and then home to check. The poor father was desperate because he remembered that he had given the ticket to Pinuccia to make it play. Surely he had torn after the game. The mother heard it, she panicked, asked the girl what had happened to the ticket with the daisy, but she remained silent. Lisetta, in a flash, put your hands in the pocket of the apron of the little sister and pulled out a small roll.
It was the winning ticket and was also the birthday of Pinuccia. What a party, what a joy, not just the small little family but for the relatives and dear friends. Each received a small portion of the prize or money or gifts. Money was not a fortune but served to give life to dreams.
even if the car was bought second hand, they purchased the land and laid the foundations for the home. It took years of sacrifice but was eventually built a beautiful house, still exists. Pinuccia Lisetta and now grandmothers tell their grandchildren the good story that has seen key players.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Electronic Bowlercade Directions




I came back from Milan, where I had been a few days visiting my sister. The journey was long and my fellow travelers reluctant to exchange a few word. I was bored, and now, the magazine that I bought at the station had no more secrets for me. I had the first puff, then I read the more interesting articles, I had gone to those that have little or nothing attracted me. Finally, the horoscope, which I omit always, was the subject of my reading. I regretted having left the book, which I bought, my sister, who wanted to read it.
However we had arrived in Naples and the train had emptied almost completely. In the car, where I was sitting, we were down to three: me, a young lady from the sweet face but not so young and a nice-looking middle-aged ladies. The train started pursuing his course, which was arrested in Salerno, about an hour later, if things go the right way. Instead, just before the station of Nocera, inexplicably, stopped. They spent ten minutes and not to share. So it was that we three passengers began to exchange opinions on how and why the train had stopped at a few kilometers from the well. Slowly we approached for a better understanding of our voices and made aware of. Miss taught in Milan, the man was an accountant with studios located in various cities of Italy, in Milan, and I, who at that time I was preparing to graduate thesis in sociology. I do not remember how, maybe just talking about the topic of my thesis, it turned out to be common a great faith and admiration in Pope John XXIII, and he, who in one way, one after another experienced something that he knew of a miracle.
In the story it tells, so he called my travel companion, was the most beautiful of all.
When was the beginning of his teaching career, he had his first job in Milan. It came from the south but was not prepared to face the harsh winter ahead. She had arrived in October and December appeared in his country. In a day when the winter showed all its rigor, it was the first meeting of the school family. In teaching a small town near Milan, which reached by public transport, from Milan, where he was staying on board from an elderly widow. The meeting
presented themselves very many parents. The hours went by without realizing that the last bus had already left. A colleague gave her a passing car. Arriving in the city, brought down to an intersection, reassuring her that was near the metro station. It was late at night and bows, looked around the place and did not recognize her family, after all that had recently had moved to that city. It took courage and walked with their feet sinking into the snow. Turned away, turned back around, underground drainage and telephone no clue. Tears ran down the icy face. He felt desperate, lost, when she saw the figure of a man and a child. The man appeared to be a priest because he had a robe and white and light but the baby was dressed in clothes that are too lightweight for the season and unusual for the site. Joints close to her, the man smiled and said: "Soon there will come a taxi, is quiet." In looked in the direction in which they appeared the strange people and saw the headlights of a car. He turned to thank and the two had disappeared suddenly as they had arrived. The taxi takes a few seconds to get here, take on board and bringing it safely at home. In the past asked the driver why he was there and the driver replied that had answered the call.
The train started again but there was the time to listen to the story of the passenger.
This will tell you again.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Mitgliedschaft Bei Nasza Klasa Löschen

Leone


Spring is coming: the roar of the Lion back to illuminate the darkness of night.
It stands to the east of these nights in early March and rises, imposing and proud, like a lion lying in the bush looking and groom, the undisputed ruler of his lands.
And 'one of the oldest constellations in our sky, its creation is lost in the mists of time. In ancient times it marked the passage of the sun at the summer solstice, hence the term dog days . The ancient Egyptians associated the flooding of the Nile watching the lions were going to drink from the river to defeat them even drought. Hence the following symbolism connected with water and the presence of lions on artistic fountains, above all that of the Four Rivers by Bernini in Piazza Navona in Rome, but also, by the same artist, that of the ancient Monterano, having several times during one of our excursions. The symbol of power and water of life: what animal more worthy to represent if not the most powerful?
At the time of ancient Egypt, but perhaps even before, the Lion, as well as being represented and worshiped in heaven, it must also be in the ground: the Sphinx of Giza which reproduce the shape, ancient monument, probably served as part of worship, to bring him into contact with men.
The ancient Greeks knew that Zeus had depicted the Lion in the sky because was the king of beasts. In any event, no doubt deserved a space between the stars to kill the Nemean was the first of twelve labors of Hercules, the hero giving the gift of immortality. The Sickle
of his mane, when it appeared in conjunction with the sun reminded farmers that it was time to harvest wheat. And Regulus, however, "little king", which shines in his heart, "Lionheart".

E 'returned the king, and brings with him the light. Night all bows.

Brent Corrigan Ver Online

UBU - December 1970 - Year I - No 1 - £ 300


In December of 1970 released by Milan Books Publishing the first issue of this journal, directed by Franco cultural frameworks and with a Writing of all respect, they belong, among others, Conrad Augias, Alberto Boatto, Oreste del Buono, Gianni Buttafava, Fernanda Pivano Gianni Rondolino, Crepax, Roland Topor, Copi, Aldo Rostagno, Gianfranco Mantegna and many other leading professionals.

the journal title is a reference to Alfred Jarry's grotesque piéce Ubu roi, a work of 1896 for language, characters and sitazioni is considered a forerunner of the Surrealist movement and theater of the absurd.



Unlike all the magazines that start with an editorial, which explain their purpose, UBU says it is not immediately clear what , and does so with this little insert:




All 'inside the following services:
  • Calendar of underground and anger
  • New American Cinema 70 years
  • The medium is the videotape
  • Manifesto for a theater is a theater of simultaneous
  • strike
  • A tale of Bread Puppet Theatre and The Living
  • chooses the action
  • Revolution is the scene in the street
  • Examples
  • guerrilla theater scene in the process of Chicago
  • Situation theater off off
  • Yippie Party Manifesto
  • Declaration of Independence Declaration of Timothy Leary
  • Pig Amerika war on the Weatherman Underground
  • The cultural revolution in Amerika
  • Hellotrope: a program of anti-university courses
  • "Comics and Stories of Crumb
  • Pop - Rock Story
  • Feiffer
  • The fifth was
  • ecology Remember!
  • Glossary minimum of the counterculture in Italy
  • Lebel - Scabia: conflict and contradiction
  • Movies and shows the month
  • "U" Crepaz
The language is that "revolutionary" era, those who really believe that you can change the world, the balance of power, is counter-information, with the anti-university with street theater, and videotapes.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

God Bless You In Marrige

Alba de Céspedes - FORBIDDEN BOOK - Arnoldo Mondadori Editore - 1956 - £ 1200

In 1952 he released the first volume of the series, created by Alberto Mondadori, Italian great storytellers and the choice of opening falls on the important series De Alba Cespedes, linked by solid friendship to Mondadori, which had published his first novel in 1938 None back.

Before discussing the novel, which I've read in recent days with renewed pleasure, I must remind you that moment of crisis that affected the relationship between De Cespedes and Mondadori, in the early 60s. At the time, was still working to Mondadori in Rome and offices we spoke openly about this fact. What had happened was that Nicholas Gallo in preparing for the back cover of the new edition of the novel De Cespedes the side of the necklace for her The Wood, had used words that seemed to relegate the novel in the romance genre.

Alba De Cespedes's reaction was immediate and with a strongly worded letter to Niccolò Gallo said the termination of the contract with Mondadori. To understand the general character of this writer, the pen is part of that letter read:

.. . I have found an abundance of expressions that I exclude from my vocabulary (eg, "inner turmoil", "reflect his heart," "nuanced and sweet") and I dislike even more as they worked to define, critically, to my work. On the other hand something is missing in the text: It is the consensus on the validity of my artistic work, the ethical content - not just controversial - it, to form, that style, which is of such content and expresses. My resolution is final: propose, if necessary, to change or redo the text of the flap would not help. It is not the presentation that matters to readers: this is what you think.
De Cespedes's reaction may seem excessive, if one considers what was the attitude of the cultural world in the 60s against women's literature: a mixture of snobbish enough that in fact relegated to marginal roles, contacts broken hearts and romantic fiction.

Anything but romance pink!

Notebook prohibited
is a manifesto for the liberation of women from the oppression of the system but not the family, husband, children. And a complaint of the inability to communicate within the family and much more.

The novel, in diary form, is set in Rome and will be held from 26 November 1950 to May 27 the following year, in a middle-class family. Interesting, if You want to read (or reread) the book, do a little research on the internet to see what was the Italy of the '50s, as the role of women and the spirit of the time.