Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
How Can A Guy Make His Nose Look Smaller
"... and the aliens back to their dying planet."
Eh. Hello, we are all well and we did it, and the obra 'was finalized!
Now we are in Oaxaca, and someone 'went for a ride in the city' in the hope of finding the home of mezcal open, and someone else 'to write in bed, snoring, or reading. Here fields (initials of which the meaning is still a real mystery) is the Internet, then tomorrow skype for everyone and especially for the new photo blog at last! I take this opportunity to thank Enrica without which this blog would not exist.
Our home for the San Pedro Finally, after the last weeks of intense work, and 'came out as beautiful as a miracle: the chiantechi of speech and they were placed in a short time, the various metal roofs (the kitchen-comedor, that of the sleeping area, that of large porch and the porch of the small) on top of which Alexander and Nicola have lost a few neurons because of the sun and Tiras made and disconnected, then remittances, remittances and then pull back again! To cover the outside of the second floor, we had (unfortunately) need to Noe 'and its infernal machines required for finishing the boards. Apart from some whim for a beer and a sudden fever, our beloved and carpenters' shown much more 'cooperative in recent days. For the coverings were used instead of sheets triplay, which is not easy to define exactly fit together, but certainly pleasant to see! The inside of the window frame and the upper floor 'was alternating colored bright red, a nice bottle green and orange cocozza. The two bedrooms, both with balconies, are very attractive, both for those who are 'just as well for those who are' in company ... Between the landing and ground floor and 'BEAUTIFUL been given a scale (although a wee bit awkward), designed by two beautiful girls (and I Rossellarma is said and written all attached), a young architect (Mara) and created nothing less than the heads (Andrea and Roberto if he did not understand)! Our Mark, over and interfere with business as usual, and 'occupied the electrical system, and light it was! Bricomarché more, those usual after three quarters of an hour with mental blowjobs Pennacchio, he decided to record a wall of plywood bed area with vertical and horizontal cuts behind which he placed the bulbs for a result very lounge! Thanks to the tenacity of the mortar finish with Richard in the walls of the ground floor, we also managed to paint, not what we were hoping that, now that you can see even from Santiago de obra: we opted for a fiery red ( external walls) and a clean white (interior walls) that are combined beautifully with the colors of the wood, 'aluminum and cement industries. Ah, that is clear, we used acrylic colors, Oriana docet! The icing on the cake lamps Turks Design, what he had in his head when the designer has built will never know, given that, with their play of shadows on the walls recall the reason of the boards of the brise-soleil cucina.comedor. This week there was also a new entry, directly from Poland, cool and tough Dagmara that came and not 'stop a single minute!
We worked until the last, until Saturday evening, the day of delivery: a lunchtime beers of the inauguration of the tienda's brother Clement we have put a severe trial, but we have thrown in the river, we recovered and we returned to the yard! Until the late Angela and Mara have cornered pieces of wood to cover the cube and there were those who risked to attack that last fucking piece of plywood .. We have given a good cleaning the whole house and we stopped, fine . Missing doors and windows, but we already knew that, Noah will take care of within the limits of his day sloths. The lining of the cube-showers remained incomplete due to lack of wood, but apart from these small details can definitely say that the work has been completed!
all dirty again, on Saturday we met with Chinantla for a 'last meeting. Several times in the days before we talked among ourselves about the meaning of this experience, the pros and cons of this cooperation between Italian and tlatepuschi. It is not clear whether the chilapitechi they understand our intentions or whether we have only taken for fools who have placed violently tlatepusco to mess up there. However thanks to the assembly of Augustine and the Italians Leonardo Grandpa (who clearly have returned!) Were very touching. There was a maxifesta where they were also inaugurated the comedor, and the kitchen, and 'joined the band even heads, who came specially from Santiago and we
asleep at dawn, at home one last time.
It 'now time to conclude the latter post. Speaking of conclusions, at this point, we can not help but wonder (at least Oriana) if that is ending has been the experience more or less' beautiful life. For some, definitely yes, maybe not for someone else, someone else still comes back with the mind to days spent at Erasmus abroad. When we started the
Chinantla could not wait to receive the "memories" of their Italian friends. One thing is certain, though we have not received no gift, difficult to forget our friends the Italians Chinantla!
During the last few days of work I have often observed the obra stop and think: what if we bring it home and we lived together? Become an asylum for good or bad .. We had fun, we've adjusted, we learned that we can live in a different way from ours, we worked, we relaxed, we felt close, we discussed (I like to Usually, I'm pissed off bad!), always together, and that together we have built something unforgettable.
Now we all deserve a nice vacation. Each in his own way, at least for now.
Kisses from
:
Barbara Mara bè bè
Nicola (Riiiicola!) bè bè
Ross
Clara
Oriana Well Well Well
Angela Marco Riccardo
Well Well Well
Alessandro Andrea
Dagmara Well Well Well
Pennacchio
Enrica Well 
Eh. Hello, we are all well and we did it, and the obra 'was finalized!
Now we are in Oaxaca, and someone 'went for a ride in the city' in the hope of finding the home of mezcal open, and someone else 'to write in bed, snoring, or reading. Here fields (initials of which the meaning is still a real mystery) is the Internet, then tomorrow skype for everyone and especially for the new photo blog at last! I take this opportunity to thank Enrica without which this blog would not exist.
Our home for the San Pedro Finally, after the last weeks of intense work, and 'came out as beautiful as a miracle: the chiantechi of speech and they were placed in a short time, the various metal roofs (the kitchen-comedor, that of the sleeping area, that of large porch and the porch of the small) on top of which Alexander and Nicola have lost a few neurons because of the sun and Tiras made and disconnected, then remittances, remittances and then pull back again! To cover the outside of the second floor, we had (unfortunately) need to Noe 'and its infernal machines required for finishing the boards. Apart from some whim for a beer and a sudden fever, our beloved and carpenters' shown much more 'cooperative in recent days. For the coverings were used instead of sheets triplay, which is not easy to define exactly fit together, but certainly pleasant to see! The inside of the window frame and the upper floor 'was alternating colored bright red, a nice bottle green and orange cocozza. The two bedrooms, both with balconies, are very attractive, both for those who are 'just as well for those who are' in company ... Between the landing and ground floor and 'BEAUTIFUL been given a scale (although a wee bit awkward), designed by two beautiful girls (and I Rossellarma is said and written all attached), a young architect (Mara) and created nothing less than the heads (Andrea and Roberto if he did not understand)! Our Mark, over and interfere with business as usual, and 'occupied the electrical system, and light it was! Bricomarché more, those usual after three quarters of an hour with mental blowjobs Pennacchio, he decided to record a wall of plywood bed area with vertical and horizontal cuts behind which he placed the bulbs for a result very lounge! Thanks to the tenacity of the mortar finish with Richard in the walls of the ground floor, we also managed to paint, not what we were hoping that, now that you can see even from Santiago de obra: we opted for a fiery red ( external walls) and a clean white (interior walls) that are combined beautifully with the colors of the wood, 'aluminum and cement industries. Ah, that is clear, we used acrylic colors, Oriana docet! The icing on the cake lamps Turks Design, what he had in his head when the designer has built will never know, given that, with their play of shadows on the walls recall the reason of the boards of the brise-soleil cucina.comedor. This week there was also a new entry, directly from Poland, cool and tough Dagmara that came and not 'stop a single minute!
We worked until the last, until Saturday evening, the day of delivery: a lunchtime beers of the inauguration of the tienda's brother Clement we have put a severe trial, but we have thrown in the river, we recovered and we returned to the yard! Until the late Angela and Mara have cornered pieces of wood to cover the cube and there were those who risked to attack that last fucking piece of plywood .. We have given a good cleaning the whole house and we stopped, fine . Missing doors and windows, but we already knew that, Noah will take care of within the limits of his day sloths. The lining of the cube-showers remained incomplete due to lack of wood, but apart from these small details can definitely say that the work has been completed!
all dirty again, on Saturday we met with Chinantla for a 'last meeting. Several times in the days before we talked among ourselves about the meaning of this experience, the pros and cons of this cooperation between Italian and tlatepuschi. It is not clear whether the chilapitechi they understand our intentions or whether we have only taken for fools who have placed violently tlatepusco to mess up there. However thanks to the assembly of Augustine and the Italians Leonardo Grandpa (who clearly have returned!) Were very touching. There was a maxifesta where they were also inaugurated the comedor, and the kitchen, and 'joined the band even heads, who came specially from Santiago and we
asleep at dawn, at home one last time.
It 'now time to conclude the latter post. Speaking of conclusions, at this point, we can not help but wonder (at least Oriana) if that is ending has been the experience more or less' beautiful life. For some, definitely yes, maybe not for someone else, someone else still comes back with the mind to days spent at Erasmus abroad. When we started the
Chinantla could not wait to receive the "memories" of their Italian friends. One thing is certain, though we have not received no gift, difficult to forget our friends the Italians Chinantla!
During the last few days of work I have often observed the obra stop and think: what if we bring it home and we lived together? Become an asylum for good or bad .. We had fun, we've adjusted, we learned that we can live in a different way from ours, we worked, we relaxed, we felt close, we discussed (I like to Usually, I'm pissed off bad!), always together, and that together we have built something unforgettable.
Now we all deserve a nice vacation. Each in his own way, at least for now.
Kisses from
:
Barbara Mara bè bè
Nicola (Riiiicola!) bè bè
Ross
Clara
Oriana Well Well Well
Angela Marco Riccardo
Well Well Well
Alessandro Andrea
Dagmara Well Well Well
Pennacchio
Enrica Well
Thursday, June 3, 2010
My Gallbladder Polyps 3 Cm
100 km of Passatore: States of mind of a battle!
In these two days with Frank Lanfredi feeling I was spurred on FB to write the emotions of my mental "walk" the smuggler. Here is the story published on Born To Run: http://www.natipercorrere.it
Write racing, timing, and folklore attached to a track event and 'a beautiful thing, to analyze in a rational way to the cold aimed at understanding "why" and 'far, not' most 'difficult but only one other year. My "Passatore" wanting synthesize numerically is summarized in the table below:
Detection Km T.tot average tot p.tot Km T.fraz media can fraz fraz
Borgo San Lorenzo 31.50 2:37: 19 s 12.01 km / h 41 2:37:19 31.50 12.01 Km / h 41
Glue Casaglia 4:27:36 48.00 s 10.76 km / h 44 1:50:17 8.98 16.50 Km / h 54
65.00 Marradi 6:23 : 47 s 10.16 km / h 96 1:56:11 8.78 17.00 Km / h 356 s
San Cassiano 76.00 8:03:44 9.43 mph 158 11.00 1:39 : 6.60 56 Km / h 622 s
Brisbane 88.00 9:09:30 9.61 mph 110 12.00 1:05:45 10.95 km / h 21
100.00 Faenza 10:01 : 07s 9.98 km / h 85 12:51:37 12.00 13.95 Km / h 7
wanting summarized in three words instead: dreams, nightmares and reality '.
dream, 'cause you would not think of running what' s been the Passator polite.
nightmare for the crisis I had.
REALITY ', because shortly after we return to this goal and begin to focus on, analyze and share data for the next adventure.
Even from the table above shows how she had the first part of the race, at least up to the rectory of the marathon, fairly quiet, smooth and with an open mind, whose two major works were to focus on the landscapes that place leaving Florence for climbing the Apennines and monitor fisico.Una second part of the race to San Cassiano an emergency but always lucid and a third leg of the event as a race if the race was beginning at that time, with feeling to have wings on their feet and feeling the beauty of the soul race. Before leaving, mentally I'd finish a first place at the Passo della Colla, pero 'imo 42 km from the beginning to feel the first symptoms of a crisis then that would last for 33 km, up to 75 imo km.Un blackout also quite brutto.Un second goal was to be Marradi, the end of discesone and third, the goal, the arrival at Faenza. Now we come to understand the 'cause of this crisis and how did you manage and superarla.A difference of 100km of Brianza, which was dedicated to preparation, physical and mental health, specifically' cause I could be wrong because I had to qualify Spartathlon for the Passatore and 'training and then as the course was mentally "taken" in differently ... do not underestimate, because 'training them carried out with seriousness' but I did not care and that condition of "Inside or outside" that had characterized the Lombard race. By the canonical distance of the marathon my mind began to understand that the body was not responding to the fullest. "Ok, I tell myself, I arrive at the" glue and then I see 'A little way, so I run up and finish in 4 h 27 min from then on, however, 'despite a steep descent of about 15 km everything becomes' difficult and duro.Il brain impulses that gave his legs and body all only implemented in part, a mutiny was in progress and noting the head of what 'began to develop alternative plans to remedy the situation that was becoming more' difficult. "Corro 5 km per hour, so 'arrival in 15 hours ", not a bad assumption." I stop for a bit' and then leave ", once discarded, I risked a total ban." Continuous way 'and then see if anything changes. " This option was first considered and then after a few km attuata.Il beginning to get dark, cold and not even having the means to overcome this' cause I had not seen in places where deputies were located our exchange, I repeat not little lucidity 'but why' just have not seen them, I was getting into the unknown aware of them just go in that direction anyway, and sure to find a soluzione.Fisico and mind as taken from a survival instinct suggested to me to keep my pace I suggested a few minor things, just ran the first kilometer, and now they walked viceversa.I travel time per km is longer, the stretches in which not walked off the arms from the body to avoid having more 'surface cooled by the air of the night. In spite of everything 'was happy' cause aware of wrestling star and that I would serve in the future for Spartathlon.Galleggiavo in the night like a small boat at the mercy of a storm with a single pump operating the rudder but always with the bow to the finish line waiting for everything could passare.Mi passed in too many ... when I first looked like fireflies and flanked by aircraft when I exceeded, with their lights and their reflective inserts ALL'IMPROVVISO PERO '... Restaurant, 75 km imo meeting a friend who recognized me and encouraged me. From that moment, and' completely different storia.La mind takes possession of the legs and body all the mutiny and 'back to me I say "Well, there are only 25 km, and I make them go home" I am another person, exclusive of refreshments run slightly under 4'00''/ km, are relaxed, a nice little review 'of athletes that I making me look astonished compliments, this time I am the Martian push more and more ', say my last two partial 21 and 7 time imo imo ... FANTASTIC time. Coming from the darkness of night, from a distance a yellow light ... and 'the road which then leads to the goal square, I say to myself, "How beautiful it seems to go against the sun, against the light." By in that way, I'm alone, I am happy, very happy, I take my banner, I am proud of me stesso.Davanti me and behind me I feel no more the master, the applause of the people are all for me, without a shadow of doubt , here is the banner, the step felice.Da this moment already beginning 'to analyze the race and I am happy to have had run 33km and exceeded those of crisis, moreover, was hoping to have some similar problem to combat it and strengthened though the prediction was a 15 km ina crisis towards the end. 
In these two days with Frank Lanfredi feeling I was spurred on FB to write the emotions of my mental "walk" the smuggler. Here is the story published on Born To Run: http://www.natipercorrere.it
Write racing, timing, and folklore attached to a track event and 'a beautiful thing, to analyze in a rational way to the cold aimed at understanding "why" and 'far, not' most 'difficult but only one other year. My "Passatore" wanting synthesize numerically is summarized in the table below:
Detection Km T.tot average tot p.tot Km T.fraz media can fraz fraz
Borgo San Lorenzo 31.50 2:37: 19 s 12.01 km / h 41 2:37:19 31.50 12.01 Km / h 41
Glue Casaglia 4:27:36 48.00 s 10.76 km / h 44 1:50:17 8.98 16.50 Km / h 54
65.00 Marradi 6:23 : 47 s 10.16 km / h 96 1:56:11 8.78 17.00 Km / h 356 s
San Cassiano 76.00 8:03:44 9.43 mph 158 11.00 1:39 : 6.60 56 Km / h 622 s
Brisbane 88.00 9:09:30 9.61 mph 110 12.00 1:05:45 10.95 km / h 21
100.00 Faenza 10:01 : 07s 9.98 km / h 85 12:51:37 12.00 13.95 Km / h 7
wanting summarized in three words instead: dreams, nightmares and reality '.
dream, 'cause you would not think of running what' s been the Passator polite.
nightmare for the crisis I had.
REALITY ', because shortly after we return to this goal and begin to focus on, analyze and share data for the next adventure.
Even from the table above shows how she had the first part of the race, at least up to the rectory of the marathon, fairly quiet, smooth and with an open mind, whose two major works were to focus on the landscapes that place leaving Florence for climbing the Apennines and monitor fisico.Una second part of the race to San Cassiano an emergency but always lucid and a third leg of the event as a race if the race was beginning at that time, with feeling to have wings on their feet and feeling the beauty of the soul race. Before leaving, mentally I'd finish a first place at the Passo della Colla, pero 'imo 42 km from the beginning to feel the first symptoms of a crisis then that would last for 33 km, up to 75 imo km.Un blackout also quite brutto.Un second goal was to be Marradi, the end of discesone and third, the goal, the arrival at Faenza. Now we come to understand the 'cause of this crisis and how did you manage and superarla.A difference of 100km of Brianza, which was dedicated to preparation, physical and mental health, specifically' cause I could be wrong because I had to qualify Spartathlon for the Passatore and 'training and then as the course was mentally "taken" in differently ... do not underestimate, because 'training them carried out with seriousness' but I did not care and that condition of "Inside or outside" that had characterized the Lombard race. By the canonical distance of the marathon my mind began to understand that the body was not responding to the fullest. "Ok, I tell myself, I arrive at the" glue and then I see 'A little way, so I run up and finish in 4 h 27 min from then on, however, 'despite a steep descent of about 15 km everything becomes' difficult and duro.Il brain impulses that gave his legs and body all only implemented in part, a mutiny was in progress and noting the head of what 'began to develop alternative plans to remedy the situation that was becoming more' difficult. "Corro 5 km per hour, so 'arrival in 15 hours ", not a bad assumption." I stop for a bit' and then leave ", once discarded, I risked a total ban." Continuous way 'and then see if anything changes. " This option was first considered and then after a few km attuata.Il beginning to get dark, cold and not even having the means to overcome this' cause I had not seen in places where deputies were located our exchange, I repeat not little lucidity 'but why' just have not seen them, I was getting into the unknown aware of them just go in that direction anyway, and sure to find a soluzione.Fisico and mind as taken from a survival instinct suggested to me to keep my pace I suggested a few minor things, just ran the first kilometer, and now they walked viceversa.I travel time per km is longer, the stretches in which not walked off the arms from the body to avoid having more 'surface cooled by the air of the night. In spite of everything 'was happy' cause aware of wrestling star and that I would serve in the future for Spartathlon.Galleggiavo in the night like a small boat at the mercy of a storm with a single pump operating the rudder but always with the bow to the finish line waiting for everything could passare.Mi passed in too many ... when I first looked like fireflies and flanked by aircraft when I exceeded, with their lights and their reflective inserts ALL'IMPROVVISO PERO '... Restaurant, 75 km imo meeting a friend who recognized me and encouraged me. From that moment, and' completely different storia.La mind takes possession of the legs and body all the mutiny and 'back to me I say "Well, there are only 25 km, and I make them go home" I am another person, exclusive of refreshments run slightly under 4'00''/ km, are relaxed, a nice little review 'of athletes that I making me look astonished compliments, this time I am the Martian push more and more ', say my last two partial 21 and 7 time imo imo ... FANTASTIC time. Coming from the darkness of night, from a distance a yellow light ... and 'the road which then leads to the goal square, I say to myself, "How beautiful it seems to go against the sun, against the light." By in that way, I'm alone, I am happy, very happy, I take my banner, I am proud of me stesso.Davanti me and behind me I feel no more the master, the applause of the people are all for me, without a shadow of doubt , here is the banner, the step felice.Da this moment already beginning 'to analyze the race and I am happy to have had run 33km and exceeded those of crisis, moreover, was hoping to have some similar problem to combat it and strengthened though the prediction was a 15 km ina crisis towards the end.
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