'Guri.

Auguri alla mia bellissima bambina che oggi compie 7 anni.
Non posso credere quanto in fretta passa il tempo.
7 anni!
E' grandissima!!

Juniper-- Buon Compleanno.
Oggi puoi fare quello che vuoi, piu' o meno.

TVB.

Lumber

Video not worth watching, but absolutely cool song. One of my favorites by Ceili Rain.

Virtuoso

I've learned to like this song thanks to Ballet Magnificat. I wish they had a video of their "Virtuoso" performance on YouTube, but they don't, so here is just the song.

This heart is Your instrument, this life is Your song..
even when I stubbornly want to make up my own melody.





Lord, keep playing this instrument because what other music is there?

Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.

Tuffo negli effetti speciali degli anni '80

Ho appena guardato sul pc l'intervista di Fabio Fazio a Miguel Bose'.. Durante l'intervista viene rammentata la canzone "Bravi Ragazzi" che non mi ricordavo, ma sapevo far parte delle mie esperienze musicali di quando ero una ragazzina.. Avevo anche l'impressione che mi piacesse (degna "figlia" degli anni '80).. cosi' ho deciso di cercarla su YouTube.
La canzone e' una canzonetta, ma la cosa piu' divertente e' stato vedere il video -- PATETICO! Da sganasciarsi dalle risate. Possibile che non ci rendevamo conto della ridicolezza della cosa? Possibile che chi li faceva non si rendeva conto? O e' il fatto che i tempi cambiano rapidamente, ma quando ci siamo "dentro" ci sembra tutto normale? Probabilmente l'ipotesi piu' corretta e' l'ultima. E fra vent'anni quando ritrovero' i miei infradito di ora (in fondo all'armadio, che tanto non butto via niente) mi verra' la pelle d'oca per aver avuto il coraggio un tempo di mettermeli ai piedi, ridicoli come sono...
Eh, si', non ci sono dubbi, i gusti cambiano. Pero' il profiterol in casa mia non e' mai passato di moda...

Se qualcuno si volesse divertire (?) a guardare il video sopracitato:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAb2n7yoPoo

Detox.

After writing about PH, I felt somewhat dirty. Instead of taking a shower I opted for some clean elegant beauty on screen.
I've always said that if I could pick a body into which I would come back to this earth (no -- I do not believe in reincarnation, I am just babbling).. anyway if I could it would be hers.

Pardon me!

A few posts ago I said what a blessing the internet can be in someone's life (specifically mine); but it can also be a source of ridiculous information.
I would have never thought I would stoop so low as to talk about Paris Hilton, but I just couldn't resist.
A little background.
The little brat (oops.. not politically correct? oh, tough!).. I was saying: the little brat was arrested a few months ago (last September) for driving under the influence. She was sentenced to check into a rehab in the following 60 days, I believe, and her driver's license was revoked. Well, guess what? she was stopped and arrested in February for speeding (and she hadn't reported to rehab yet) and just the other day a judge sentenced her to 45 days in jail.
So far so good; it seems to me that this time the system worked.

Well. Today I read an article about her asking her fans and supporters to sign a petition to ask Governor Schwarzenneger to pardon her.

PARDON HER???
Pardon ME, but I think it is absolutely outrageous.

I'll copy bits and pieces of the article and I'll comment.

"My friend Joshua started this petition, please help and sihn it," the spellcheck-challenged Hilton wrote on her MySpace blog. "i LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!"

What bothers me the most about this request is the sleazy "I love you all".. it makes me want to puke. She loves them all? Sure she does, for whatever she needs -- attention, money and now a petition.

The petition, looking to appeal to "all fans and supporters and all that are outraged by injustice," describes Hilton as someone who "provides hope for young people all over the U.S. and the world. She provides beauty and excitement to [most of] our otherwise mundane lives."

O good grief!!! If the Iloveyous made me wanna puke, how do you think this makes me feel?? Do they really believe what they say? PH provides hope???? They appeal to those who are outraged by injustice??? This is injustice???? And let me go back to PH/provider of hope.. I wonder how many of the surviving students at Va-Tech looked up to her to keep going and draw strength from..

"Please allow her to return to her career and life," the petition reads. "Everyone makes mistakes. She didn't hurt or kill anyone, and she has learned her lesson...She is distraught and understandably afraid."

Be afraid, be very afraid..
Do we have to wait for her to actually hurt or kill someone before justice is applied to her? She didn't make a mistake -- she BROKE THE LAW.

"If the late Former President Gerald Ford could find it in his heart to pardon the late Former President Richard Nixon after his mistake(s), we undeniably support Paris Hilton being pardoned for her honest mistake as well, and we hope and expect The Governor will understand and grant this unusual but important request in good faith to Ms. Paris Whitney Hilton."

Here it is again.. an honest mistake. Actually a dishonest breaking of the law.

"We are of the firm opinion that Paris Hilton was, in fact, not in violation of her probation, and unaware her license was suspended. Furthermore, she was coaxed into signing a document and denied any proper alternative forms of punishment (community service, house arrest, fee penalties) for the misdeeds."
Indeed, Sauer made clear in his sentencing order, obtained by E! Online, that no alternative forms of punishment would be available to Hilton, be it work furlough, work release, electronic monitoring, weekend sentencing or city jail (which Sauer referred to in court as a "glamour slammer"). Furthermore, should Hilton not turn herself in on the court-appointed date, her sentence will be bumped up to 90 days.

Way to go Judge Sauer!!! I am tempted to start a petition to support your decision. (And by the way the "firm opinion" doesn't change the facts)

But she can count on the continued cheerleading of her once and future publicist.
Just one day after the 26-year-old's longtime mouthpiece Elliot Mintz announced that he and Hilton had parted ways in the wake of her jail sentence—for which he assumed full responsibility on the stand for not properly informing her of the terms of her probation—Mintz confirmed to E! Online's Marc Malkin that the twosome were once again back in business.

Testifying on Friday, Mintz told the court that he had misinformed his client about the terms of her probation, believing her license was suspended for just 30 days and that she could still drive for work-related matters. At the time of her bust in February, Hilton was pulled over for speeding at 11 p.m. after picking up some DVDs from the West Hollywood Virgin Megastore.

Apparently it was all her publicist's fault (who I am sure she still Iloveyou ).. he misinformed his client.. uhm.. she's 26 and she needs him to inform her of what's going on?? It looks like at first she didn't "pardon" him either for his honest mistake..

Good grief.
It makes me think of that saying that I am sure I am not quoting correctly, but it goes something like this: Better to keep quiet giving the impression of being stupid, than open your mouth and take away every doubt.
But I am afraid this is not a matter of stupidity. Or at least not PH's stupidity, because I am quite sure she'll be able to get all the signatures she's shooting for for her petition.

May she be able to give hope to the imprisoned. When she's in with them.

Tono.

Ho sempre pensato che la comunicazione scritta fosse piu' efficace per me di quella parlata. Eppure negli ultimi mesi mi rendo conto che non e' piu' sempre cosi'.
Ho scoperto che ci sono emozioni e sentimenti e idee e pazzie che ti frullano per la testa e non si aggregano in maniera coerente in sole parole scritte. Ci vogliono parole parlate, respirate, sospirate, azzittite.
La Simona dice sempre che quello che conta e' il tono. E il tono e' quello che mi manca nello scrivere, a volte.

Ci sono cose che se sono scritte e basta, senza l'ausilio dei silenzi, delle pause, dei respiri, dei sospiri, degli sguardi, delle lacrime, dei sorrisi, del tono.. quando poi si leggono sembrano esagerazioni, diventano patetiche, melensi, squallide.

Ci sono cose che si dicono meglio senza dirle e i puntini su carta non rendono.

Ci sono cose che si dicono meglio con le mani, anche quando ce le mettiamo fra i capelli.

Ci sono cose che si dicono meglio fuori, all'aria aperta, o dentro, davanti ad un caffe' o una pizza.

Ci sono cose che si dicono meglio urlate o a malapena soffiate.

E ci sono cose che si dicono meglio faccia a faccia.


E anche ora quello che sto scrivendo verrebbe tanto meglio a dirlo....

Posting 101

No, this is not the beginning of an online class for bloggers. Quite the contrary, this is probably the clearer example of what not to do on a blog, if you want people to keep reading it.
But, I am not writing this so that people can read it, I am writing for my own enjoyment, therefore here it is.

This is post #101.

Cind somewhat complained that I haven't written in English in a while, so here I am, to announce to my English speaking audience (an army of one) that this is my 101st post. I could consider it a fresh new start.. but I won't.
It is just a silly break in between posts written in Italian (because I already know what I'm going to write in my next post in Italian, sorry Cindy)

I will resume my English writing soon. In fact I am considering a post on Paris Hilton (how low can I stoop?) after the next one. Please forgive me in advance.

Cento di questi post.

Ebbene si', bisogna festeggiare!
Questo e' il mio centesimo post!

Ho pensato che dovevo scrivere qualcosa di speciale.. per celebrare.. ma non mi viene niente.

Potrei offrire cento automobili ai primi cento che leggono questo post..
Potrei scrivere cento volte sulla lavagna "Devi scrivere qualcosa di interessante, devi scrivere qualcosa di interessante, devi scrivere qualcosa di interessante.."
Potrei elencare i cento motivi per cui non mi piace abitare dove abito...
O i cento per cui non e' poi cosi' male...
Potrei descrivere cento delle mie giornate tipo che passano fra caffe', far scuola alla bambina e raccogliere cento giocattoli ogni giorno dal pavimento del salotto..
Potrei copiare da un libro cento verbi spagnoli di cui non conosco il significato..
Potrei "andare a cento all'ora per cantar la serenata, blen blen blen blen, blen blen blen blen"..
Potrei fare la lista dei blog che ho salvato tra i miei preferiti che se non sono cento poco ci manca..
Potrei incrociare le dita e sperare di arrivare a cent'anni..
O augurare a mio padre di non superare piu' cento di valore della sua glicemia..
Potrei chiedere a cento persone cosa ne pensano di me.. e ho un po' paura.. ma quella fa novanta.. come la mettiamo? uhm..
Potrei scrivere altre cento cose che potrei fare...

E invece tolgo il disturbo per ora.
E lascio qui la mia bella lista di post che mi sono divertita tanto a scrivere.
Cin cin e altri cento di questi post! ****