What may be said to be my main problem in writing a post (and thus update the blog) is usually blessed - or more appropriately, cursed: 'And now, what I mean? ". Often prefer to write rather than comment on my post (if you have noticed one of you hath been found a comment I almost longer than his post). I do not do it on purpose, I swear, is that so me from scribbled. Too bad, too. In addition, this year I have seen films or read books that m'abbiano inspired by the desire to throw down a cineracconto or a parody to the waste of paper or film suffered.
Mind you, I've seen stuff as to curl the nose hairs of Satan, but never one that would give me the urge to write or comment on the matter. Here, things like 2012 - which is actually in 2009 but I I've seen this year (because let me) - the movie dull catastrophic maya friendly with John Cusack, who I like as an actor (maybe that makes a bit 'so, by one who woke up in the morning in a plot already done step by step and suddenly, somehow making it credible that he knows what us). I swear, I did not know whether to laugh or pass the pumice and tulips, just to make something useful of my life in those two hours or whatever it is.
Mind you, I've seen stuff as to curl the nose hairs of Satan, but never one that would give me the urge to write or comment on the matter. Here, things like 2012 - which is actually in 2009 but I I've seen this year (because let me) - the movie dull catastrophic maya friendly with John Cusack, who I like as an actor (maybe that makes a bit 'so, by one who woke up in the morning in a plot already done step by step and suddenly, somehow making it credible that he knows what us). I swear, I did not know whether to laugh or pass the pumice and tulips, just to make something useful of my life in those two hours or whatever it is.
Then, behold, this year I read Firmino Sam Savage, who to me if there is one thing that makes sympathy are mice and rats (okay, we say that coccolabilità checks the podium, however, are creatures that I admire for adaptability and evolution strategies), yet, if I look back now, is very reminiscent of that book. Yes, some good ideas as to describe the different taste of the pages of books by author, and his stubborn great that I made him think like a rat in the deformed Quasimodo, disgusted by the world and therefore sympathetic to excellence, but then c 'What is this, namely that I can not remember how it ends, and this is serious, because when you close a book you like, what you write something, then you have left a feeling or a memory. But no. Boh, we see that basically no I liked it so much. Too bad, because there were a fleet of good ideas, such as his setting for the film and then risque irrational and disturbing attraction to the human, but the rest ... then Puf! Okay, adieu Firmino. Here
, but there is one of its illustrious predecessor, accidentally discovered centuries ago, thanks to Euroclub (from which I then disengaged with difficulty), the unobtainable - or painfully found - Memoirs of a rat Andrzej Zaniewski, which I find right now have been reviewed recently (2004) by Horror Magazine, because I was trying to find out how accipugnetta you write the name of the author. Here, the rat is a rat, a sewer rat who does not read and do not dispirited, which makes the rat full-time and "tells" himself in a sort of stream of consciousness, that book and I loved it all ' era. Every so often I feel to read it, but then there would be too much, and then farewell to the new books.
Yes, I have books that sometimes I want to read (the Meme I made us think), which for me are like a sacred religious texts. Do not you think I'm voting fanaticism bookish liturgical, eh! Is that on certain volumes has formed my taste of the reader, and not only that, I abandoned the old ideas to marry again or have given me a hand to the tip blunt and refine those as a bit 'rough, then a law that - okay, I law ... to complete myself, to seek in other people's ideas the right words to describe what I have in tumultuous and confused (yes, I used two adverbs in mind -one behind the other, peace). Here, for me, books like these, are (among others) the trilogy His Dark Materials of Pullman and The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson , and do not even know where to begin to tell you what they mean to me.
, but there is one of its illustrious predecessor, accidentally discovered centuries ago, thanks to Euroclub (from which I then disengaged with difficulty), the unobtainable - or painfully found - Memoirs of a rat Andrzej Zaniewski, which I find right now have been reviewed recently (2004) by Horror Magazine, because I was trying to find out how accipugnetta you write the name of the author. Here, the rat is a rat, a sewer rat who does not read and do not dispirited, which makes the rat full-time and "tells" himself in a sort of stream of consciousness, that book and I loved it all ' era. Every so often I feel to read it, but then there would be too much, and then farewell to the new books.
Yes, I have books that sometimes I want to read (the Meme I made us think), which for me are like a sacred religious texts. Do not you think I'm voting fanaticism bookish liturgical, eh! Is that on certain volumes has formed my taste of the reader, and not only that, I abandoned the old ideas to marry again or have given me a hand to the tip blunt and refine those as a bit 'rough, then a law that - okay, I law ... to complete myself, to seek in other people's ideas the right words to describe what I have in tumultuous and confused (yes, I used two adverbs in mind -one behind the other, peace). Here, for me, books like these, are (among others) the trilogy His Dark Materials of Pullman and The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson , and do not even know where to begin to tell you what they mean to me.
course had a weight on my transition from a faith do-it-yourself (never been a Catholic or even Christian for five minutes in my life) through agnosticism always curious about the religious nature of man (rather than God) atheism comfortable in recent times. Yes, because they already asked me about this before and that in those pages I've seen reported with other voices and other tones brought out the brooding and somehow helped to arrange his thoughts. You well, do not you do the long post because it would take a special (maybe even write it if I can put ideas in order enough).
Here, one last thing, just to make sure I do not give any reasonable sense of continuity to this post, is "okay" which - you may have noticed - is one of my typical interlayer, a term with which I run things out of the quagmire into which I often sludge. Do not even ask you if it bothers or disturbs you, so I'd use it anyway. I bring him because I know to use it plenty, along with "well", "boh" and "good" - the three B's "yes, but let's move on" - the sole purpose of pulling in annoyingly long for those who are wondering, "Yes, but what's the point? And there will never come? ". Then, make peace with yourself, there's no point. This is admittedly a post "to fuck", right?
Here, I just wanted to put that there since I started writing I became more conscious of my way of expressing myself, being that the frequency and use in my speech as well as in writing. It also happens to you? I swear, sometimes corrects me mentally say the sentences before or after they have been called, looking for the best composition to express the concept. It must be pathological, but until they send me the nurse Ratched , okay. The problem - or good - the recurring phrases that I like and do not give up until our report does not come to a dead end . The fact that I write in colloquial way - indeed, exactly as I speak - it helps to exploit these expressions gather around and which they sometimes abuse.
Here, one last thing, just to make sure I do not give any reasonable sense of continuity to this post, is "okay" which - you may have noticed - is one of my typical interlayer, a term with which I run things out of the quagmire into which I often sludge. Do not even ask you if it bothers or disturbs you, so I'd use it anyway. I bring him because I know to use it plenty, along with "well", "boh" and "good" - the three B's "yes, but let's move on" - the sole purpose of pulling in annoyingly long for those who are wondering, "Yes, but what's the point? And there will never come? ". Then, make peace with yourself, there's no point. This is admittedly a post "to fuck", right?
Here, I just wanted to put that there since I started writing I became more conscious of my way of expressing myself, being that the frequency and use in my speech as well as in writing. It also happens to you? I swear, sometimes corrects me mentally say the sentences before or after they have been called, looking for the best composition to express the concept. It must be pathological, but until they send me the nurse Ratched , okay. The problem - or good - the recurring phrases that I like and do not give up until our report does not come to a dead end . The fact that I write in colloquial way - indeed, exactly as I speak - it helps to exploit these expressions gather around and which they sometimes abuse.
Okay ( eccallà ), in the latter part we have not understood a thing or so, but to me it seemed so beautiful finish, leaving a sense of: "I do not understand I've got a bat, or is a moron or a genius. " Well, I will not reveal the secret, though the bookmakers in London harm "genius" only 80 to 1, say.
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