Saddam Hussein has been executed.

At least two Arab-language television networks (Alhurra, US-based; and Al Arabiya, Dubai-based) are now reporting that Saddam Hussein was hanged in Baghdad at 10:05 PM Eastern Time. Reports say he was executed with two co-defendants. Update, 1035PM ET: Iraqi state television (Al-Iraqiya) is now reporting the same, as are other Iraqi TV networks and Al Jazeera. CNN now reports that a senior US military official has confirmed.

Link to CNN's coverage, Wikinews here, evolving Wikipedia article here, New York Times coverage here.

Related: in the New York Times, a report on debate at television networks today over whether and how to broadcast images and video of the execution. In the age of abundant online video, it seems inevitable that explicit footage will soon show up on the internet. How does that -- or should that -- influence editorial decisions at television networks? Will they show greater restraint on-air than online?

We are all on our own journey from the home we were born into toward the home we make for ourselves. (Mike Warren)

So then why don't we feel free yet?

G&P left M arrives. This in anothere journey, not sure it'll ever be a transition.
Tomorrow will be the last day of 2006.

Together with my usual wishes of stopping smoking and being happy, next year I want to really make an effort.

I'd like to find the strenght to accept what I have, to find peace for my contorted mind, to start a year, - a odd one, so should be better - with a different set of mind.

Wish the all world could be in a good mood. That will be so cool.

Wonder what will it take to make everybody happy at once.

Day 7

Well the last day of work and I probably have never been so pleased to go all year.
They went browsing around, where Gina found this magnificient object...lurvely

Gina quote of the day so far... "Basta che non mi diventi Gea" basically she said.. as long as you don't become gay as you never know in this crazy city! Er..........

Just to create a bit more spice in her kid immagination... I invited an old friend of mine, which happens to be sikh and is prepared to stared at by Gina.

I warned him, if you want a cooking bash come over, but be ready to silly questions and outreougeous comments.. He assured me not to worry as the last time he went to sicily they stopped him in the street to interview him.

Tales to come after dinner darlings.
Just to give you an idea yesterday on the way back from Paris she just picked up the magazine on the lady in front, in french and started going through it. I apologised in her behalf.. and she just said.. Why are you apologising? What's wrong with browsing through it, I'm not gonna eat it.. Mum.. that's called personal space, mind your own business, don't invade my life, buy your own paper.... but no it's not normal..

Ahahah... She's starting with the questions. Sikh, isn't God only one.. see I never understood this thing about religion, it really depends what they embed in our mind when we are kids ( oh mum.. see even you say that, so why did we stay 2 hours standing on Xmas day? )

Day 6

Following the 5 floor on foot as the escalator broke down and the war at the exit of the hotel, we went touring again. The highlight of the day was however the dinner, when Gina fell in love with the waitress at the restaurant and we had to take a picture together.
All the waiters were G&P friends.. drinking Calvados, smoking at the bar..

Ah... and the Bastille... where is it? Wasn't it the storming of the Bastille? Did they storm the statue? Well they didn't believe me so they asked 5 passers by and not happy went to the waffle store to ask the lady, in an obviously an unindentifed language..

Day 5

Pina went to the Louvre. In her reply to her message : I've been queuing for 2 hours to get the ticket, Gina said "cu culu". So Gina & I went shopping... and she managed to pee in the Prada shop, apparently everything was weird and made of steel

Gina & Pina

Gina

Pina

Day 4

Ok.. we woke up early as eurostar was at nine and Gina requires a couple of hours of setting, as she has a cream for eyelashes, one for eyebrows, one for lips, one for face, one for neck one for every part of the body..

Anyway.. Eurostar... She also thought the Eurostar just jumped into the waves instead of going through the tunnel.

We all asked.. Gina.. this is your holiday to Paris. What do you want to see?

The Eiffel Tower..

Perfect.. We arrive, go to the hotel and then straight to the Eiffel Tower.
Now.. check the pictures and spot the difference.

Well.. we were in the queue to go up the Tower.. when Gina says: Let's go, "naaaaz ( sound made with rolling tongue ancora sapia... il pilone e' meglio, almeno e' colorato, da' sul mare, e' gratis e non si fa la fila" Now for the English speakers .. " all this for what? il pilone is better, il pilone is the limelight to show ships in Sicily crossing the strait their way, at least it's coloured, you have a beatiful sea view, it's free and there is no queue..

Now.. who's gonna tell the french ( ehm.. she actually did on the way back to a parisian!) that their beloved symbol, once the tallest building in the world it's actually nothing more that the imitation of a white and red thing in Sicily.. She also added : "ma va onestamente figlioli non dite cazzi.. parigi.. torre eiffel torre eiffel.. ancora non sapia.. "

She is still going on about the disappointment proved in seeing the Eiffel Tower. So.. Pina and I silently left the queue and well, went on to admire the next monument..

Still day 3

Oh well.. and as Pina put it, we watched the movie of the holy festivity.
While other families might have watched Jesus Christ Superstar, or the miracle of Lourdes, well, my Xmas family watched Salo' ( the 120 days of Sodoma).. and guess what, wasn't even mine the choice.

Day 3

I just woke up and the argument started again.
I don't have "uno sparecchiatavola" I don't even think the word exists in English. It is a table where you put your pans etc etc while you prepare the table.. I think she comes from an another era.
Then I don't have a step so she can climb and clean the windows. You know what? whatever.
Anyway, holy mass last night, I had to stand for 2 1/2 hours, there was a scene that really attracted my mind, they had a new born kid to play the Jesus part, they were holding the baby high in the air making him do the tour of the church and you could see the sense of pride of the parents following, he was their creature their miracle for everybody to see, a newborn child after 15 years, a miracle, surely not because they didn't use a condom.
With their chest full of pride and the tears of the standing followers. I don't know why but this scene made me think of Lady V.
Btw the catholic church made progress yesterday there was a girl serving the mass, maybe really Dan Brown opened their minds more than centuries..despite Pina said that she refused to read the book or watch the movie as she doesn't have any doubt.
But why then you have to repeat Credo in una chiesa cattolica e apostolica, credo nel battesimo... mah!

I just have a question, if I truly believe in the church, the birth of Christ and the miracles, will I be happy? Were the people there happy? I don't know

On a different note, I should buy the machine to home bake pasta to do the famous ravioli. They are delicious, but I can't forsee me with no time homemaking pasta. In a second life maybe, when I'll be born again, as an housewife, as a mother and lovely wife, till them I'll buy premade ravioli.

More to follow as lunch has not began yet.


Sorry more on the pasta..
Why do women from Emilia Romagna are beautiful
because the cycle in the morning ( good for their legs)
home make pasta ( good for their arm's muscles)
I thought they were famous for giving the best blowjobs!! Well I didn't say that.

Day 2

As day 1 I ended up going to Hussy Santa, hardly a sign of holyness, day 2 I woke up a little hangover. Well the arguing started quite early at showering time when mum decided to enter in the toilet twice in five minutes.. as there is nothing wrong with it. I obviously said that that was invasiojnn of my privacy, but that only generated a bad mood, tears and blablabla.. I don't think she's right on this at all, but hey.. Then shopping time, god... yes I should get a persian carpet and get rid of that sh!t on my floor ( actually a cactus silk rug from Morocco, which doesn't burn even if you switch off a cig on it). Anyway... the table which in my house is never used because everybody enjoys a good meal in front of the telly on the sofa, is now covered in red tablecloth, silk strip to go on top ( courtesy of the usual friend that send a porcelane elf last year).

Then I had to call the Italian church to check at what time tonight the mass starts.. And.. as they told me 12.00 Gina and Pina started screaming: but that's when Jesus comes to life, ask ask, it's not possible, the mass should start earlier so we assist to his birth..
Ehm.. Mass starts at 12.00 it's England, pubs shut at 11 drink up till 11.30 and then off they go.

I had to leave them for 1 hour and go and see Filippo, actually met Le duc today as well, glad to meet somebody that likes the job he does and finds it interesting too.

Off I go.. coffee otherwise the church experience will be crazy.
Holy Xmas darlings, I shall pray for all of you. Let's hope we find a seat as last year I had to stand for 2 hours while Gina sat with the nuns on the altar...

At least dinner was great, home made cavatelli ( shaped with their thumbs) with tomatoes and mushroom sauce.
Nice.. Nappy you should totally learn to do them.

Day 1

Well.. not even a whole day, I already had super enough.
we already covered the Matt subject, the when I do the thesis, when I find a husband when I gonna have kids, and why I'm not happy of listening to her every single fuking night of the year.

All the planet had trouble to arrive or depart from London, Gina & Pina landed 10 minutes early and the planned engineering work on London rail, just anticipated their arrival.
Oh well..
They even discovered info from the Olga's store grumpy woman from which a and I haven't mastered a hello yet, despite we are regular customers.

It's 10.15 honestly I had enough already.
Ah.. also mentioned the idea of tattoo and that launched a massive fight.
I want to scream, probably it's me, proobably I'm a bad daughter, probably I should be thankful to be alive to be here, well I'm not and she annoys me.

In name of selfpreservation

didn't go out. Well not yet at least. But even chinese woman in the office squeezing the skin between my thumb and index said I should go out less.. ah and buy a pillow from Japan to sit in the office. Go figure. I must attract weirdos.. well like all of you anyway.
It sort of pi$$ me off on the last night of freedom, but I suppose it must be done. As too much sanity could however be dangerous watching this should provide of good balance.
And then you know when you start thinking and wandering and ... how would the community behave on mescaline? I'm laughing loud. No no no.

Entry in honour of my stupidity

It must be the chinese herbs, I don't see what else.. ( well ehm! ) but my phone disappeared while I was texting last night.
Somebody must have spiked my drink, I haven't been that drunk with so little probably ever.
I'm also getting headaches lately... mah! either my brain totally caught up with the amount of abuse or I'm just getting old.. or normal... like anybody else and get hangovers...
Glad I only need to go to work at 12 as I woke up full clothed, shoes on at 8.16 and they couldn't even have had any way of reaching me. Oh well the waking up early to clean before tomorrow mamma arrives didn't really go that well.. and I really can't face the going to the vofafone shop to quarrel to get a new phone... and go to work..
Laters...
Also promised mother I'll go out dancing again tonight.. Water children, water... the new me...

IT'S XMAAAAAAAS

and in my attempt to be .. well a bit more pc and diplomatic next year..

Christmas Wishes to Everyone

I wanted to send some sort of Christmas greeting to my friends and
colleagues, but it is so difficult in today's world to know exactly what
to say without offending someone. So I met with my attorney yesterday, and
on his advice I wish to say the following:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes
for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress,
nonaddictive, gender neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced
with the most enjoyable traditions of religious persuasion or secular
practices of your choice with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or
traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or
secular traditions at all.

I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and
medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted
calendar year 2007, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of
othe cultures whose contributions to society have helped make our country
great (your country of choice) and without regard to the race, creed, color,
age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.

By accepting this greeting, you are accepting these terms:

This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely
transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no
promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for
her-/himself or others and is void where prohibited by law, and is
revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to
perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of
one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever
comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance
of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.

Shortbus.. completely taken

it's not about sex it's about sexuality, it's not about life, it's about living..

I watched it twice.. Have I catched the movie mania.. no... only watch the weird ones..

And this week... I might as well get slitty eyes...

Monday: I finished the 100 steps tai-chi form, I also did Alexander technique... ( in the quest for solving my back pain issues

Tuesday: Osteopath

Wednesday: Couldn't move.. So I embraced the last chance saloon... Chinese remedies.We started with needles.. well.. acupunture and these.. It looks like a lot, but it's just a week supply. Basically take 4 of each after each meal. I made sure I googled the lot before intaking it. 24 hours on, I'm not dead, not yet.

Thursday: It all got out of hands..
I only knew what this was because some other "normal friend of ours" bought a kit to home do it. Can't feel pain in my neck at the moment, just because this is overwhelming.. And I got another 3 of those.. Cupping... I think now I'm allowed to cry.

Long time no Blog...

So S. was the official photografer of the weekend, therefore for visual evidence please see oat's blog.

Highlights:

Thursday: I was so happy, I wished it was my birthday.. brilliant, all the friend reunited shaking the a$$ well & the gift of the Pirelli calendar

Friday: Molly kindly join me at dinner with a client (with shaved arms... I really have to refrain myself to ask if he shaved his pubes too)
Then Andrea & Matteo awaited us for champs and frolics.... Then out again

Saturday: early dinner with S and F where we learnt never say never... The last famous words... I'm not gonna meet such and such will I? Well yes, sat behind us.. Oh well..
Then I acquired this.. and some other poster..
Then chocolate lounge...
And.. got the opportunity of my life.. Seven people in my house, five in my bedroom.. and didn't abuse any of them.. oh ok! one.. but I'm not a saint.. am I?

There was also the tragic event of the loss of LRR, yet to be found.

Sunday: sunday lunch and some goodbyes, monday also the last friend left
So.
Thanks darlings for the amazing time, we should do it more often..

Thanks oats and pod for the tribute..

Ready for the weekend???

Compromise??

Why should we? Why do we? For the sake of what? Somebody else happyness?
I'm home, I'd like to be out like usual. What for? why? other people?
Do we need them? Probably.. but why can they not be like us.
I know .. I ask too many questions. Probably I shouldn't. I want to be free again. Free to think, free to dance till I fancy it, free to decide what I do/ Why do I limit myself for the sake of company?
Is it worth it? Probably not.
For some people probably is, but as for me going out and enjoy is the only reason why it make sense to fuking continue to be in this world. Here u go. My life. Superficial. Yeah! So what?
I worked 60 hours this week, just to be out. And you can't violate my persona.
I need an escapade. I need to get moving.
Here you go... I maybe found the answer to one of my question.
What are my priorities. Futile ones I know, but they do matter for my survival. I'm not gonna withstand any more nights in for the sake of love? No I won't.
Loneliness, I can cope with that. Boredom, not.
Here I am I want to be still out, I'm in, blogging. What's the fuking point.
Wish decisions wouldn't be so difficult. But I can do it. I will. Losing another special person. Oh well, not really my fault.. Just incomprehension, or maybe just different priorities.
I hate to be in this world, as I don't believe in the reason why I'm here unless I think of egoism from my mother that wanted a friend so created me.
Hence... whatever. I'm not ready, but I'll do it again, put a preposition to the world. Will I lose? of course, but does that make a big difference? No really. Life for the sake of freedom, or freedom for the sake of life.
I reckon me being alive is more important for some people than me being in a grave, therefore, here I come. Disillusioned, bored, maybe superficial, but take my social life away from me and you take the only reason that keeps me want to continue.

"Somebody once said we never know what is enough until we know what's more than enough." Billie Holiday

My friday night!