Madonna Recreated: Parody Medley

Why?

The lucky ones don't ask themselves that question

The clever ones have found the answer

The others either conform to society or are strenuosly looking for something

Is really the long term answer believing in God or getting married and having a kid?
Is that really the solution?

Is really looking at a sunset, go to the gym and read a book or watch a movie a solution or pretence of contentness?

Well... one thing is clear to me. I'm not gonna find an answer, hence I need to find a solution.

Not much choice really. Human kind really doesn't have a purpose in this world, but we are here and everyone has found a way of coping with it. Why can't I?
Why my mind finds so difficult to accept that in this circumstance is neither black or white, I'm here because not sure, but I'm supposed to continue the proliferation of the species.
Actually I know now why I'm here, it's clear to me, I'm just the solution to somebody's else question, shame I turned out to be a volatile unhappy solution. I suppose I should be sorry for it, but it really wasn't my choice.
Would I want that my solution turned out to be like me?
No, that' s the worst wish to anybody. Do I feel guilty for it, yes definetely, but it could have been a happy solution. It's a gamble and I wouldn't even know how to calculate the probability, it will be more a logic problem, something like.... if out of all the possible solutions to fulfill myself, I decide to have a kid, what's the chance that it will turn out like me and destroy all your plans and ....

Union of knives: I love them

AMAZING

My new favourite band.

An another government falls in Italy

I think it's the 61st from the 2nd world war.
But you know it was one for which I voted, one for which thanks for Italians living abroad it went up to power.
And it fell into pieces. And what for? 2 votes to keep a military contingent in Afghanistan.
Oh well.. I bet from tomorrow we gonna see the silly face of Berlusca again which has been out of the picture for quite a while. I bet is gonna go back, talking to mums and grannies promising jobs and happyness.
Life...

And it's always their fault!!!!!

Italian Government Fractures Over Gay Relationships

By: ANDY HUMM

02/01/2007

The coalition government of Italian Prime Minister Romano Prodi is showing its fault lines in the debate over civil solidarity pacts, his attempt to provide legal recognition for gay and lesbian couples. His justice minister, Clementa Mastella of the small UDEUR party, told Reuters, "I don't care if the government falls, but I am not going to vote for that law. Homosexuals can acquire more rights, but I'll never accept the idea that they can be considered a family."

The Vatican under Pope Benedict XVI is conducting an all-out campaign to scotch the bill. Last week, Benedict spoke of the "heterosexual nature" of marriage and warned against the "relativism" behind the legislation. He also called for pulling back on the granting of Church annulments.

Is art better than sex?

As discussions go in the early hours of the morning between friends.
Subject: is art better than sex?
According to Mike yes, well he also gets aroused from going to private views and new art openings.
It can be a blink

Something that goes on in your subconscius, that gives you a sensation which you can't explain, but you know it's right.
I recently read this amazing book, which explains what goes on in our minds, the split second decision that proved itself more reliable than all the scientific tests of all time to unveil a Chorus as a fake.
Gladwell is an amazing writer. This book is about what happens in our minds in those split 2 seconds.
He's also famous for his book Tipping Point, in which deals with figuring out the rules by which social change happens. For example in NY they reduced street crime by keeping the neighboorhoods in perfect status, replacing every broken window and wiping out graffiti from tube carriages every single night, until it defeated the purpose.
Anyway more here.
BLINK

Coming back to the original theme. Is art better than sex?

Uh! Well smuggling it, for some is:
art society blog


For A instead food can be better than sex and his memory goes back to amazing banquets he attended to, or particular sensations that his tasting buds trasmitted him.

Salty, Sour, Sweet, Bitter or Umami?

So the question here is, do different people have different priorities in their senses or do they have one of them particular augmented?
Definetely this is the case.
Surely if it is vision, that makes Mike prefer a work of art to sex, then why watching a porn doesn't ?

My take on this? Sex on drugs is better than sex, but you might prefer spagnetti bolognese
( Can I remind non Italians here that we generally eat bolognese with tortellini and not with overcooked spaghetti!)

Stuck in the middle stuck nowhere

Blogging will resume if any of u can give a fuking reason why I should be alive.
I don't think there is any reason for me to be here and as a matter of fact why anybody should be in this world.
I've been trying hard honestly I gave my strenghts my ambitions, everything.
Just there is no point.
None. It doesn't matter, it really doesn't.
Vegetables. Identical reason. I'm not even an organic one. Just a genetical modified one, fruit of this society, fruit of this modern world.
For all of you that find movies source of reason of living, life a beautiful thing and love something you aspire to. I wish the best of luck.
For anybody else... well... BOH! ( for whoever is English and doesn't understand this statement. .Boh! means something like I don't know. I don't really give a fuk, or I can't be bothered to try again. .

Weekend 3: The bull company

Well, this is the image that represents Wall Street, the financial markets, the symbol of capitalism. How would you feel after distributing about 4000 squeezable miniatures in exchange for business cards. For a view of the humilation I had to bear

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It all started a 7.15 car outside for airport. What should have been a 20 min ride to London City, was instead a 1 hr journey. Destination Turin, via Frankfurt.. Yes flipping tour of Europe.. Arrive at the check in and they couldn't book me to the following flight, as it was cancelledfor fog. After 40 minutes she gives me my boarding card. Security, boarding. Landed in Turin 3pm. Estimated wasted time of my weekend 4.

It was the 13th congress in Italy organised by the top 3 Italian financial associations.
Everybody that has to do with finance will be there that weekend and nobody will miss the Governor of Italy' speech. Hence Oat's presence was required, hence lots of aperitivi, giggles and Negroni sbagliati.

At the conference, I collected gadgets, distributed squeezable bulls, talked to lots of people, played tennis on the Wii.
Outside the conference we laughed, made friends, drank and went to ponzy places.
Highlights:
Met somebody else that works in finance, goes to Glasto, listen to indie music and was disgusted as me by this intollerable place called guess what? Millionaire... God.. my skin cripples just at the thought of it.
Left running to go and get saved by G and friends, to end up in a bar arguing with an idiot with a huge dog because he hated blogs and didn't respect people writing or reading one.

Anyway, another funny moment was on the taxi ride from Ligotto where we were to the centre.
There was scarcity of taxi and we wanted to be environmentally correct so we all shared taxis.

We jumped in and said Via Carlo Alberto, Piazza Solferino, CLub Milionaire & somewhere else far away. 2 of the ladies needed changing.. one was me, I wasn't holding to high heels any longer.
Taxi driver, starts going, when his phone rings... He closes and shares with all of us. "se non me la da' stasera non me la da piu' " If I don't sleep with her tonight, it's not gonna happen. Because you know I already slept with 4 of them and there are only 43 women taxi drivers, so I have a good average.
To which I asked: is she hot? And he replied : Did you see my face, I am not a painting, so I have to be happy with what I get.
Now I need to run and at the first stop, we had to hold the door because he was already speeding away without waiting for us to shut it.
I must attract them.

Millionaire, was obviously crap, from outside looked to me like a funeral service. Inside the place was big, but empty as everybody was packed in the 2 balconies as they were vip areas.
Basically there were too many Vip e no normal people... I mean.........A part that the y stamped us with some strong ink that for a couple of days I thought I went for a stupid tattoo.
Argggggg.. Clients are often so ugly that only because somebody was paying for them were surrounded by hot girls. Ridicolous.. I had to escape.
Talking of gnegnegne places.... eventually they shut all of them today ( shame is not gonna last long but let's be satisfied for now).

Movida tie', Chinawhite tie'

We live of small joys in life!

Celebrity nightclubs closed over 'bouncer wars'

Sunday I had a beautiful day. Left hotel wandered around, the only shop open was Feltrinelli ( a famous book shop) bought a great book and sat on a bench while my face in the sun. Delightful. Then met G for a nice lunch & surprise surprise out of nowhere Er Banana shows up in the same place. Coincidences... Do you believe in them?
Crazy, he lives in Milano I live in London.
I miss university...
Back in London ( ah the return was via Luxembourg. Luckily I saw my luggage on the carousel, as they forgot to put it on the flight to London! But they opened a bottle of champagne for me. So they are forgiven). Total wasted time of my weekend : about 50 hours.
Ah! forgot to mention the most interesting part, we invited clients to a private viewing of the Agnelli's collection. I was shocked, few pieces but excellent, the best. He own more Matisse than any other singular collector ( he has 6), a Renoir, an amazing Modigliani, Canaletto and two statues of Canova.
Magnificient. Add truffles, parmesan, amazing wine tasting, Dolcetto, Barolo & Nebbiolo add walk outside on the track on the roof, where they try cars. You remember the Italian Job? Well this is where they recorded it.

Weekend 2: Skiing

Remind me never again to answer by impulse to any e-mail..

Ehm
Another Ryanscare experience, last flight.
Cri & Max were ready at the airport, 1 1/2 hours later ...SNOW.
Well I was only supposed (to blow the bloody doors off) to go to spend some time with Cri and sit on a chair sunbathing, go nowhere near skis as I had just spent the entire morning to the neurosurgeon and to an amazing doctor which electrecuted every single muscle and nerve of my left arm.
Shaking apart... I was there and the day after I skied all day, without even falling..Yay..
The night a sledge came to pick us up to deliver us on top of the mountain for an amazing dinner, where highlights were la potenta

& la grolla dell'amicizia "the vase of friendship??" I wanted to get one for the community, in Tuscany would have been perfect.. but I had no luck.
It's filled with coffee VoV ( the egg liqueur) Whisky and Brandy and it's very hot. The rim is covered with sugar, which you lit and the caramelised substance works as glue for the top.
Once you start you are not supposed to put it down unless it's empty.

Here you go, you drink, you turn it, you pass it... Lady V will be an athlete at this game. They could substitute curling with it.

What you rather do, sweep the floors professionally or drink and socialise.. Anyway... another of those sport which English are good at. ( ah! let's not forget darts!)
And now... have a look at the fashion of the locals.

then back to Turin for a bit of sightseeing with Cicero-Cri while Max was preparing dinner.
At least 2 people from my home town became famous: Antonello & Juvarra, still they had to leave. Anyway I don't think the city has changed that much in all this time.. apart from the Eiffel tower that now illuminates the sea. (Gina's TM)

Thank you Cri & Max for being such wonderful hosts.
Thanks to Max I also discovered the dynamics of little model cars.. cool
& a new system for hanging pictures to the wall. ( well yes.. when I get round to it)

Weekend 1: The wedding

Arrival via last Ryanscare flight on Friday night: it was hell.
I had the bad luck of having to be on the same flight with one of the people I detested from Uni.
Those atone, beings to which you can only be indifferent.
Despite from Turin he was saying it was a boring city and he had nothing to do there.
To which I snapped: Shall I remind you that you were unable to enjoy yourself in Brighton?
The fight begins!

Wedding day.. Discovered that A didn't have an hairdrier, but thanks to G I managed to go to the ceremony in a decent state.
It was the wedding of Pollo & Polla as they call themselves (Chicken & Hen.. go figure).
This was when we met.


To the BIG day, where all the Grande family was reunited.

The mass, Big priest made us laugh all the way through, he spoke about E.R.O.S, he told us only if we had committed a terrible sin not to go to take the community, otherwise we wouldn't have a good excuse.
He made bride, broom (groom!) and witnesses (they were lots of them!) go behind the altar..
& then we covered them in rice. It's no wedding without rice.. and we had lots of it, and the church keeper was a bit irate for all the mess.

Apparently they said I danced like a tarantula.
The reception was wonderful also because the majority of the food was served as a sort of pass pick and mix little portions. Rivers of champagne & lots of room for chit chat. Wonderful..
There was also a smoking room, where discussions varied from politics, to the anestetist in the Big family discussing that the son should have been sat with the girls not with the kids!
All the joy darlings! Ah ! look how cool is the dress? Vivienne.
The night obviously didn't finish there. We moved on to a club but high heels made our stay unbearable, hence walked barefoot to the car, and went to change shoes. A's house ( where he was peacefully asleep for a couple of hours) .Well first of all I forgot there was the lift so went up numerous flights of stairs, then stole A's last packet of cigarettes. He thought I slept in the balcony, because when he woke up I wasn't home but all my clothes, phones and wallet were there. He couldn't explain the mistery. At last he found me.

3 times in two months! That's Turin

Three weekends, all different from each other.
Weekend 1: the wedding
Weekend 2: skiing
Weekend 3: The bull factory

Now I'm back trying to compose myself. Apparently I shouldn't even type on the laptop without sitting at a table. Now doesn't lap-top means lap? For me no.
On top of having to lie half hour listening to new age music I now also have to lie on a polystirol tube....

Anyway back to Turin... I always loved this place, but the Olympics really gave her a boost.
It was once the capital of Italy, but many seem to forget.
It's the only place I know where you can leave your house at whatever time of day and night and you'll always find something to do, and as Oats noticed after a couple of Negroni sbagliato " And people seem more individuals, they are not dressed all the same ( as it often happens in Italy)"

For the bride to be.

Hello Pfrap, I saw this and I thought of you, in this stressful moment.
May I suggest, don't forget the happy pill and most of all do not cut your hair

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