Saying For Retirement Cake

band is still love, equality and diversity

S arò anche dall'altra parte del mondo, ma delle costanti meta-culturali riesco a trovarle facilmente. Al di là di mere questioni tecniche che superano le barriere estetiche - vedi Masuda e i suoi loghi che non sono loghi - sembra proprio che l'amore face losing their heads in these islands of earthquake victims.

is the case of Akama, a fugitive for nearly two weeks before because of an unidentified disease state and then absent without justification. To me this seems much easier than it wants to hide: he found a girl, very bad for the record. Wednesday A few ago I was to say, all ringalluzzito, who on Friday was a real 'date' with the girl - to be cynical that they do not know the true meaning - and, incidentally, does not appear on the Saturday after our meeting and even lesson - in case you had missed class on Saturday and I said in the same sentence! -. Ok, the first steps! But let me at the mercy of Ippei, who can not make a decision that is not even a beat - I have not yet but soon I could get there - and Masuda, who first said something sensible and then fires three colossal crap, I do not feel anything good! Also because time is running out and we're not taking a step forward that way. If these do not give a move soon I become Karate Kid, and place them for the holidays before he does with us Hara.

Just about Japanese moves, last night, David has finally taken the form of "beautiful Japan which are all good and all beautiful and Hanoi is always right." I think he finally realized that many people we work with have great limits. Let me explain: in the past few months I spent here I have done nothing but to notice all the rules and pressures faced by all Japanese, from the sweeper to the head of the company, either because courtesy training, either by culture, either by statute. To us this seems like a great Italian restraint, almost un'annullamento of our creative disorder, but for a Japanese is not only the norm, is the only way to do things. Let me give an example: If you are driving your car while you are on a drum track and you're just across the street, we moved to the other lane and drive. In the worst case in Italy we can also pass on the sidewalk, but the concept is the same. Here in Japan is different: The rule says that your car must stay on the right track, so expect a Japanese real estate as long as the bin moves. Point. There is no way to continue, there is no way to circumvent the rules! Even the Japanese can think of to overcome, because no one taught it to him! There is no rule that tells him. Beyond the parable, the concept is simple: live here surrounded by so many rules that are to be released soon - even to invent new rules - do not know where to start.

Believe me, this is the hardest thing to accept and understand here in Japan for an Italian.

Minnesota Fats Slate Pool Table 1970s

blank page syndrome

A mmetto that after able to write with some consistency, I now find myself unwilling to face these few pixels # ffffff. We feel the same, starting with small things, the weather here is technically disgusting: it goes from hot humid summer days and sultry to endless hours of rain and dark gray with a speed worthy of shinkansen.

Taken from a few seconds of hot week I rushed to the hairdresser to thin out the aliens and curly hair. Do not think however that it was easy, because if you do not already know as they say in Italy I want to mention it here while I'm old you look behind 3 cm lens with 8 pairs of scissors in hand! University ID photo in my hand - nothing better available - and away we go. I'm not shaved for over a month and when I left I had a beard longer hair ... What surprised me though was the attention to detail that the couple - husband and wife - put in serving the customer before me: I am stuck in the shop for 45 minutes - in which I took down all the Buddhas from Nirvana - to see how the old man before me did you put in the fold of the hair 1.5 cm. When he left I had a hair out of place!

Also noteworthy are the nights of university work which begin to alternate. After two weeks in which to give birth to an idea, at midnight before the delivery I did not have anything yet for the head. Taken from hysteria and despair begin to make the first str ta **** that comes to mind. Printing and binding for the chapter I just have to raise an altar to Ippei, more gentle and patient than ever with a job that I would not have given half a chance to sound decent. Do you want paper, you want the pretty colors, you want the Holy Spirit, but later in class with only 5 minutes late and a booklet that has made the terrible figure ... Will you continue to not consider it a masterpiece, but this announcement sensei does not need to know.

For those curious about the progress of the Broken Museum, will not proceed. The project resulted in an (apparently) final Info Museum, but major problems of communication are interposed between me and my stubborn fellow, Masuda- kun (kun as smaller) in the head. I apologize but I do not rub the characters as if they were to hang clothes and do not use blank lines to make a great logo. Throttling.


PS worthy of attention: the mad murderer Akihabara most likely will be hanged. Death penalty very much "alive" in the Japan Civil Aviation.

Nadine Jansen Pic Blog

Hiro, photography and crazy

S Trano true but I can also go out at night. Not that I went somewhere - if not in the usual barettino of Takanodai - but at least I'm not a hermit life, and most importantly do with the social life of the Japanese. The opportunity presents itself with a call from Alicia - Aimed at the "Italian duo, even if David felt excluded - to join her after dinner at his meeting with Hiro: done deal!

The meeting comes in a somewhat 'concerned, given that Alicia must find accommodation for August in Tokyo for themselves and their luggage, plus interesting problem myself. As agreed arrival after forty minutes and I joined the waiter "points to the table where I was sitting. But what do you know I'm not alone!? Just because it is strange to see a Westerner all alone!? The second strange feeling was very European handshake with which Hiro gave me the welcome. I do not know if there are only very tentative or shake hands as a greeting is not customary, but it made me very happy. I felt a bit 'less out of touch.

Hiro is obviously very rich family, and you can tell by the kind of life that says, traveling extensively throughout the world, knows a lot of interesting people and it "knows" many other more intimately, he scattered houses the globe, but especially - and I assure you that leaves you flabbergasted - he speaks English, French, German and a little 'to say the least perfect English. The ease with which switches from English to Japanese is astounding, and after you drink a beer and sake, it is even more impressive. Without this little hat, Hiro is a photographer very interesting. He knows the technique but focuses on the idea behind the film, which, it says, is a very hot topic here at Musab - and throughout Japan, mainly due to the absence of a genuine tradition.

talk of high level with a high level of alcohol in the body, but what I saw Alicia and the return was true, walking beside the river that takes us home we see something moving on the path, we curious and turn that thing does the same. It will be a cat! It was not a cat, but a rate - or a raccoon, I am not been there to "make a documentary! - Who went happily to hunt at night. We can see with eyes that seemed to ask whether we in turn, e se ne va strafottente. Strani incontri in quel di Tokyo.

Bow And Arrowsimple Balloon Game[old]

rates, and European roppongi

alias: coltelli per tutti*

D opo che mi avete contattato in metà di mille per chiedermi se sto bene, la risposta ufficiale è: si, sto bene - divertente come sappiate prima di me cosa succede qui a Tokyo ! -, ma se posso permettermi un breve commento, non mi capacito di come quel pazzo sia riuscito ad investire solo tre poveri cristia... ehm... scintoisti!

Parlando di università le cose vanno benone: il museo scelto alla fine è stato quello dei nomi, previa sostanziale modifica di progetto tramutata in the museum, including exhibitions of weird ones that we like brainy designer - thanks anyway for the opinions, I also would have chosen the Broken Museum -. In this week of silence I had time to even know the names of my two companions Akama - bespectacled little in love with me - and Masuda - bassist with zeppole and pearl buttons - both to be called with the suffix - kun, as younger than me. Unfortunately, as the teachers call me Mar ( u) ko, unlike all other known last name, no one here gives me the senpai (senior fellow, ergo: worthy of respect!). The minimum account

formal and each has manifested towards me at its peak when Akama, in the company of a Japanese girl, asked me to "beat five." I remain appalled and wonder if I'm kidding, but after three minutes in which the fixed, unmoving and smiling with his hand up I decided to "grant" the fateful gesture ... How ever I did! What it is repeated the next day, attended by Ippei Masuda and that taken from delirium gaijin following suit with his hands up ... I would have slapped all.

But on Sunday comes early and with it my gitarella in-port in Tokyo: the goal is planned and the Mori Museum in Roppongi. In the two hours of travel I lose at least three times, but I can always make me a Japanese struggled to understand and find the right way. The tallest building in Tokyo provides a magnificent view of the metropolis, and as you can see what is breathtaking: the city is endless in every direction there are only buildings, houses, roads, railways ... an ant that knows no limit. The Museum hosted a retrospective on the other hand, Turner Prize, whose winners are artists such as Damien Hirst. Of this "artist" - I side of those who do not consider it such - were exposed only a vitamin-ello and muc-ca, and if you present the works you can understand why her writing is just that way. retching and step through, looking a shrug. Always

to talk about serious things I really hope that tonight - 4:45 local - the TBS transmits Italy - Netherlands. I am still Italian, not!


* title on request.

Sprite Sheets Of Clothes

karaoke , walk and Ueno

S Abbot evening and I need a break. Working with the cast of Tokyo, Milan and New York all together, too. David offers to go out with his friends and not do too many stories even if they bring me to karaoke. Funny, yes, but only if you can sing, which is not really in my comfort zone.

Beyond my (dis) abilities, karaoke places are pretty scary: bright, colorful, airy and spacious, but most desolate. Outside of the small numbered sticks by isolating the most chilling you can not see living soul could be like shooting for a very large hotel, with a sweet jingle of decompression, with soft carpeting underfoot ... to run indefinitely: a corridor follows the other and there is an elevator to exit. Fortunately, the nightmare ends soon when you pass the microphone ... and immediately starts another one (though I Battisti let him rest in peace, b)!

arrive early on Sunday and despite the alarm sounds long after lunch, I crew on duty and go on a trip to Ueno. Remember the park after I've been doing the ' hanabi (picnic under the cherry trees in bloom)? Exactly there, only this time there were not hordes of drunks from collapsing to make a side dish. I was not so fascinated, I admit. I had directed in that area only to see a few museums - the Tokyo National Museum to be exact - but now I find myself at the gate two guards that make me see that from 17.30 is refused entry, and guess what time it was? Of course, 17:30. That's how I immerse myself in the streets near the park, with no clear destination and without knowing what I could find / see. Fooling around, to put it stands out with his camera around his neck. The few acceptable results you can see them as usual on Flickr .

After just under an hour that I'm around I decided to return home starting at 16:00 when I arrived at 17:30 I do not think it will take me less to return. However, it is as if Milan had gone for a walk in Switzerland.