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Georgia On My Mind (aka: I Left My Heart in San Francisco) - Last Episode (6)

A couple of bold pioneers of the technology introduces, not duty free, personal effects and mechanical instruments in the Americas to give evidence at a conference in a hotel full of olfactory memories. After seeing a blonde singer realize their unexpressed desires the two, pretending to be billionaires, running around in Cadillacs and settle accounts with representatives of local mussels. Finally give up the night life in California preferring a warm evening with the family at a premium to the success of their professional performance. Following a transfer Internal-proof gourmet, the two landed in Georgia where a hotel accommodates less fragrant, but more connected, a pub with original ideas on customer satisfaction, water traps and a deadly Indian-blues combo that calms them ahead of their visits to places relatives of recent massacres.

a good hour we go to Georgia Tech, admiring the bold architecture partially recovered from the remains of a neighborhood with a high delinquency rate, partially restored thanks to munificent donation of a former student, too busy to become a billionaire in order to Laurer, it decided not to have the name of the university near her on a diploma, and has seen fit to put up an entire building, without the thankless, but always magnificent, the rector of the cloth gave an honorary degree.
When one and peel ...
Recent reports on the carnage at Virginia Tech make us move with some caution, but does not prevent us from appreciating the beautiful park, the vigorous student population and the houses they make a lot of different Fraternities Animal House. The visit is interesting, we drink to their culture and, in return, the crop a demo tank which once again confirms that we will become millionaires soon.
How quick do not know.
After a long technical discussion, we are taken to a House Barbecue allowing a significant local storage of meat sacrificed to our palate, the sound of blues solos dell'insopportabile beauty. Following another intense debate tennica that brings us to the moment of goodbyes and hugs, exchange of business cards, come on you not come before you all right I come - plowed go? - Hello hello takes the kids to school.
exit of the faculty, while praising the innate sympathy for these Georgians, we are struck by a sudden wave of sympathy but genuine provident, almost material, had only half that much sympathy. Startled, we discuss the unexpected delights of this pleasant land and we ran into a building that offers a combination Starbucks - Barnes and Noble. A first attempt at shopping, a coffee that still finds it hard to look like a coffee and a long discussion on the Two Chief World Systems escorted us to the ends of the afternoon: time to leave the territory of the campus is concerned about every student equipped with body armor and bazookas, to give one last look at downtown streets, to retrieve their luggage and, ipso facto, we are at the airport. This time, no control

exaggerated, no striptease, no need to justify unexpected robotic devices, we are out, we can also carry nuclear bombs, only, please, remove them a little 'further.
Going on the plane we are greeted by the hostess who, at the vision of our passport Italian, looks at us and says hello.
But hello, dear, good evening tuttobbene?
The huge experience of transcontinental Ciccio, there are assigned seats near emergency exits and upstairs. This translates into: about two feet of legroom, less crowded than the carnage on the floor below, and faster service due to a couple of dedicated flight attendants.
What's more, before leaving the blond hostess of the above (actually below, as it unfortunately works on the ground floor) is fired up to us and says, hi, as you can see I speak Italian, if you need anything just let me know.
Matònna.
This service makes us!
mentally prepared a long list of things we need, but then fatigue, sleep, jet lag and the champagne makes us cowardly favor some time to rest. When testosterone regains consciousness we are almost there now in Paris, and we can only prepare for the adventure of the most painful and difficult long road to walk across the entire Charles De Gaulle (which, as you know, stretching from Normandy the Savoy) in twelve minutes. Despite my heel phony, and the pair of hernias Ciccio (what I said being young, the other time?) Arrived in great shape and right on time to board the Paris-Pisa Which brings us back home entertainment with the challenges of some pool, but this time the virtual.

I won my prejudices to the States, both positive and negative: after all is not another world as a bit 'I was expecting, but it is sufficiently different to justify the fact of wanting to return sooner or later. My passion for London to orientate a visit to New York, so I put on the calendar, but for the blues that inspires me to return to the south, perhaps in Louisiana, who knows, or in Missouri to do what one of my close friend suggested that while prioiezione attended the Mississippi Adventure

"Ije, if Vaje 'DDA' mmu Veve 'ddu river."

The End

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Georgia On My Mind (aka: The Left my Heart in San Francisco) - Episode 5

After illegally imported underwear and advanced interaction devices in the United States, two of the first water grafici3D mortify their olfactory apparatus in a garrulous hotel with a thousand wonders with built-in conference. Now a sentimental shame for a couple of blondes angolofone and Owen Wilson look-alike, the two autogratificano luxury with a trip to Pier 39 left indelible imprints of themselves in a popular science museum. Then give successful test of their technologies, albeit at a high price for phone and computer before stafocarsi by a number of oysters and a dinner served with Italianate Nintendo ricchioni and quotes from colleagues, following which give a parcel to his compatriots.

For the strange alchemy of time zone, there comes a day short. For a trip of 4 hours starting at noon and end at 21. Mah ..
No time to say goodbye to San Francisco and we are already in Georgia, in Atlanta. In between, a Delta flight in which we are outraged with the most absurd in-flight meal ever eaten: we get a sort of surprise envelope in which there are rations for astronauts, but as a junk food: a package of assorted nuts in the mountains, a set of three yellow cheese with crackers and incorporated some form of sweet that even I do not remember. If you consider that Air France serves champagne ... After our arrival
Coca-Cola at home, we experience a strange mixture of public transport and taxis which leads to a dignified hotel in which there is free internet, which solves at least part of our obsessive-compulsive disorder in relation to the email. Ciccio actually has a form of even more low-level disorder which has to be around like a dowser with 3 different devices to search for any open wireless.
Once found, then it is satisfied that it is not necessarily that they connect.
Given the late hour, we ask if there recepttion recommend a place to eat, and the receptionist gives us a beautiful red map dotted with black, where hopefully each dot corresponds to a restaurant. After trying to connect the dots, without anything that appeared, we embark on a treasure hunt that ends at the Vortex, one space still open at 22.30 we were not even in Grottaminarda, and not in Atlanta!
We enter the Vortex, a typical American pub with a significant amount of plaques on the walls of the various states and an amount much greater numbers of bottles of spirits of any kind, can I say about thirty different rums, each with 4-5 different types of aging, and so on. Reading the menu is confusing: it is perceived that the room is not politically correct, that if you do not want to listen to loud music, or do not want to smoke near you, or not avventrice you want a rub on it (not that it is the opportunity presented itself, of course) would do well to stay in your little house, here the customer is always right, that the management reserves the right to send you away if kicking come out you're an asshole, and especially the injunction "tip or die."
The reality is that much more reassuring and is composed of people worry, a friendly waitress and two king size hamburgherazzi that are slightly less junk in the McDonald's. The constant change of time zone now allows us to fall asleep at almost any time of day, then we lie down safely at the right time and right now as we awaken to.
time to attend to a ton of correspondence mail and do lunch. We reserve a few hours of sightseeing, before going to our business meeting we will be committed in a neighboring all afternoon. In these two hours we visit the Olympic Memorial Park, which celebrates needless to say the Olympics held here in 2006 with a fountain whose water jets follow the perimeter of the five Olympic rings. To promote the fun of the younger ones, the jet is not continuous but intermittent and there is always a gap in the mobile which you can enter with the right timing in order to enjoy the water show from inside a circles. Since we do not miss anything, both me and Ciccio face the test with contempt of danger.
Result: my left arm and right leg the whole ciccio drench.
commented that we were forced to play a live Prince of Persia, the first guillotine gear we would dry in three seconds. We are witnessing, then, the same test carried out by two girls who previously sneered looking at our performance and we are pleased the soup of water which affects one of them, then we walk away with fatherly look of reproach.
sailed close to a famous aquarium, where their schedule and prices ill agree with our agenda and our wallets dry and dollars to euros, and penetrate into the commercial heart of the city. Unlike San Francisco, here's isolated are practically monoedificio and, if this building is a shopping mall, an office or a parking lot, the overall landscape is affected, as the mood the notch tourist forced to walk for twenty minutes along the asphalt and concrete barriers. Later we find that Atlanta has some very nice areas and not too remote, but when the impression is not very exciting, especially when compared with the recent past in California. Find other hand, confirms my recent theory of general sympathy and positivity of Americans, especially in small forms of courtesy, greetings from strangers, smiles etc. Surprising, then, the presence of English-English bilingual signs in Georgia! Me expect it in California, as a good player of Trivial Pursuit, but not here. Ah, there are many things to learn. We have lunch in a mall where there are 6-7 restaurants that compete by offering tastes of their dishes, so that we meditate to resolve the practical sponging lunch appetizers. Then a scruple of conscience, and the term of tastes, they make us opt for Cajun food half and half French. The Caribbean is a kind of half flamethrower that is spraying off only sparkling beverage establishment, which usually prefer the bitter orange, but the rule of native food preference is stronger this time, any consideration of overall GI.
After the meeting, we organize the evening once again exploiting the Internet and its variety. We decided that tonight we eat at an Indian restaurant not too far away and we want to hear the blues. Atlanta.citysearch.com provides us with two references were looking for: Desi Spice, reasonably priced, and the Northside Tavern for live blues. Both issues are very well chosen. Indian restaurant provides us with a Tikka Masala and something else in portions so abundant that we are forced to leave a part. My own view, moreover, is enhanced by a spectacular player pool that, in the room adjacent to the restaurant, it gives me great test by itself is struggling to keep their eyes on cue. A belly full, we go pedo foothills above the tavern (we are now regulars of the local low-level) well in advance. Tonight is the local jam sessions ("The Famous Northside Tavern jam-sessions" - eggrazzioucà who do you deny?) The beginning of which is estimated at 22.30. We have half an hour to recover from use. 5 minutes are used for Beck, the remaining time for a spectacular challenge to pool in which, mindful of the changes that I just witnessed, gift flashes of good play and cartons sensational. The end result is I 2 1 Ciccio, after leaving the field to the only customer of color under the hood of his green sweatshirt, began a long lonely, until the night.
At 23 o'clock, right on schedule, 3 compare players (whose names are Giuanni art, Frankie and Don Pasha) shouldered bass guitar and drums and give us some healthy Georgian blues for about an hour and a half. In addition to some standard, the three companies offering their personal version of Misirlou, Sweet Home Chicago and even the theme of the good, bad & ugly. Since then the jam is jam, change the guitar, then drums, then another guitarist, lead guitarist then you put the battery, then there is a saxophonist, in short, the most complete racket, but always in twelve bars and the pentatonic scale.
aaaaaah what satisfaction!
a barrel of Job gives us a taxi to drop a person who owes money to the taxi driver, just in front of the tavern. This reconstruction of the movements: the debtor enters, the driver waits, we control the situation, the debtor is delayed, the taxi driver is restless, we control the situation, but at a certain distance, the debtor appears disappeared, the driver enters the room, the debtor leaving distributing cash with both hands, we approach the taxi, the taxi driver asks us your destination, we will provide, the taxi driver takes us to, we pay, greetings greetings.

gives us a well deserved rest, because tomorrow we are planning an interesting visit to the computer graphics lab at Georgia Tech.
Before falling asleep, we hear the news: there's just been a massacre at Virginia Tech.

close our eyes, not without anxiety.

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the streets of San Francisco - Episode 4

Two uninformed computer implement a robot and slip contraband in defiance of the Schengen wisely introducing such possessions in the USA. Staying in a hotel better appreciate his eyes with his nostrils, with an interest in participating in a conference after which assist with the sportsmanship of grace granted to Canadian indigenous elements. To overcome the disappointment you grant a ride in a limousine serving to force junk food, before losing the dignity casting shadows infused with a certain artistic relevance to the walls of the Exploratorium in San Francisco. The two recovered the dignity of walking around downtown and facing the diverse local population.

It comes on the day of presentation.
The alarm clock gets the job done early and well-dressed, punctual and beautiful as the sun, we relocated to a small room adjacent to that where we mount our Ambaradan to to file a final functional test. That, of course, fails miserably. Contact us (at my expense! Note to self: remember to Never use more 'mobile phone in the States) frantically our antenna technology Italian, Emacs, which gives us a number of possible reasons for the technical problems we are experiencing. In the end it turns out that a software license required for our demonstration expired yesterday! A worthless attempts to go back in time, even just a few hours, and are necessary but wise unspeakable actions to remedy the situation of enormous momentary impasse in which we live.
As God wills, to 9.29 we going to do everything.
9.30 and planned our presentation.

Our booth is now crowded with a theory impressive crowd of people who first of all to figure out what the contraption (whose name, I remind you, is Phantom) we're showing, what it is and, in Overall, how we justify our existence. The success of public is excellent and we take many contacts as interesting from the standpoint of vocational education as useless by the social point of view, since it is almost exclusively of elderly ladies or burly men with different levels of responsibility in museums and other public facilities. We are almost ignored by the rest of us beautifully young, except by a group of nice guys in Milan, including Milan's Romania, but give us a little of her and frustrate our attempts to seem more pathetic boys with high hopes. We are completing the transition with the greatest advance from youth to youth, which began to worry a little. The lights of the room waving, sign of the impending dismantling of the equipment, feeling that my beloved notebook does not hold at the time of its closure, it reacts fracturing a hinge opening me and a big hole in the lid so. In this moment has a zipper and hanging an expression much suffering. On my return be consulting a specialist, but I fear that I will be forced to shoot it down. In the meantime I'm enjoying these days with him, aware that might be the last.
phone and a PC, it cost me dear 'is California ...

After the public presentation, we keep another cabotage small and personalized, before going to our second appointment with Sbrusa wife and we offer a brunch of oysters in a the full costs of local edible, health-conscious, organic and macrobiotic. We nonchalantly out a limited number of oysters and a few salads that cost as much as a full meal but fill as a starter. But what satisfaction! Satisfied the palate, we plan to meet later with some crap belly heat at low cost, or perhaps a buffet courtesy of the conference.

In fact, after the plenary session which is also briefly mentioned our work, we moved all aboard the bus to Golden Gate Park, namely in the Museum of Contemporary Art, one of many, to enjoy the buffet closing . Finally we can make common cause with someone, happens to the group of nice folks in Milan, came here as volunteers to pay their fees (ie the penalty) of the conference, which eventually stop you and give us the pass to a more casual you. At the end of the evening we come to you and promise to give us the contacts for a possible night out to enjoy from the intense night life of San Francisco, as the representative of the male trio stayed here for three months and promises wonders several clubs here, it seems, close at 2 - time - but then continue in some way after hours private parties in that somewhat curious. In reality we can not find why the trio, invited to dinner at the home of Sbrusa (a wonderful dinner, self-produced, in a warm and comfortable Petrera Hills apartment on the corner of Nineteenth Street and Wisconsin - will not be able to provide addresses if not in this way! If you want to come visit me at home, go to Mary 18 Albert Street, corner of St. Anthony) do a little 'delay in bringing to a variety of reasons: an inglorious departure delay, due to our dependence on the bus to leave Golden Gate Park Next to the inexperience of the driver who takes us to Wisconsin Street going a bit 'too much at random, and relaxing home atmosphere, combined with an excellent dinner (thanks again Sbrusa!) and copious sweating due to a variety of games for the Nintendo Wii in which I lost but I won the Wimbledon championship WBC.

Sbrusa causes us a bit 'with envy when he says that he has breakfast in the office because, generally, a fellow gay day brings cookies that he makes at home, making me wonder why I'm not gay so colleagues kind but only ricchioni colleagues that I do not wear anything ...

Back home at the smallest that it exists and give up the contact group of young playboy, giving us a night walk around the hotel, with a constant feeling of insecurity that forces us to walk forward and looking over his shoulder often trained as guerrillas. We reject many times the little mite aggressive homeless, also pulling out because the portfolios does not seem a smart move, seeing the last coins of nightlife in shooting people (for women this usually means evening gown and heels, not necessarily for men, especially the heels, while the younger flaunt vests tamarrissime, even Dolce and Gabbana), and a little 'low-key, close our experience in California.

We pull the money?
Much better than I expected, much less than I expected, and I think the two things are related.
In its own way something of an exaggeration to San Francisco has it, and it is due to the incredible land full of hills more than Monica Bellucci, with a succession crazy of steep climbs and descents swirling push to wonder how this city is to balance and, above all, how did they build a city in an area so rugged. I know, I know, is the bay and all, but anyway.

fragments in order:
- an unexpected concentration of psychics, or witches, fortune tellers and more, each with its own "shop "and its good to read rates past, present and future
- access to the laughter of a kind of body color guard at the door of the hotel, to see a group of American ladies five-capped to 25 cents a tip the goalkeeper. One of the most genuine laughter and entertaining that has ever heard! To our request for information, this kind of Forrest Whittaker is unable to speak because interrupted by his own laughter at seeing the stunned expression of the speaker holding his coin, and a repeat count "A quarter? They Gave You a Quarter ? Buoh-oh-oh! "
- some icons applicants, statue-like the guy in front of our hotel (service hours: 8 AM - 2 AM), the very frequent sirens of the Fire Department (Kojak has arrived ...), the ugly flag of California, which seems drawn by a child with obvious problems of relationship with the outside world
- the accurate control of security when leaving the airport in San Francisco, where we have: searched, checked the shoes, removing all metal objects, checked the notebook, mobile phone, of course, the phantom, open the bags, searched in search of lice eggs, digital rectal examination to exclude the presence of ovules of cocaine trade in the dark and a kidney explanted and a lung for non-commercial purposes.

ends like this: this beautiful fairy tale goes.
But wait, and another is that to you!
ends the saga of the streets of San Francisco but it starts almost at the same time and strictly on the same channel, a new miniserial: Georgia on My Mind, with me and for Ciccio the streets of Atlanta. What strength
these sagacious people!

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the streets of San Francisco - Episode 3

A pair of researchers virtual with the real problems that come to San Francisco overcoming the barriers to the sound of underpants and interfaces. After his move to a hotel by vigorous olfactory and have fed a delicious Moroccan delicacies, access to a scientific conference that serves as a composite preparation for the second night in California, which is composed of a moderate alcohol content and a trio of musical sextets of various kinds, which is the soundtrack to an unexpected encounter with two Canadian sisters who, although attracted by the charm of the Mediterranean, grant one by a guru indianeggiante and the other to the lead singer of the opening.

The day begins with a working lunch, a round table (named and in fact) on "3D and the web". The speech is washed down with cups of coffee a base (here say we proudly brew Starbucks Coffee , but I have yet to understand exactly what they are proud) and an abundant supply of bagels with cream cheese. Soon the talk slides on the topic of virtual environments, particularly Second Life, it seems, is becoming increasingly common and known to the layman: a Second Life, and in particular its use in museums, was devoted to a presentation, demonstration and lunch.
The proportion of women increases every day, in quantity and quality, although I must admit that the most courted all are a group of Italian (Milan area) that induce patriotic pride. Indeed, with improper delay, it turns out that the most interesting of all Milan is actually Romanian, but now the patriotic pride was gone and there was no way to stop him. The effects of jet lag while indiscriminate: I will not miss any sleep about four hours, I just caught the slot just to sleep.

At lunch time we decided to take a trip to Pier 39, a pier for the famous colony of sea lions are spontaneously raft on some barges moored there. To reach Pier 39 to Union Square we can take the cable car, tram or a "historic" but we realize with horror that there are thirty people in each row and cable cars stop coming and no one has a couple of seats left, so it risk spending the afternoon at the tram stop. As we reflect on whether to make a trek Sisyphus, stands before us a black limousine with tinted windows whose driver invites us to come aboard to take us to Pier 39 to the modest sum of 5 bucks each (the exact cost tram). There are 5 vacancies, where we sling I ciccio and 3 other tourists from Connecticut. On board there are already 6 other people, for a total of 11. Ciccio sits alongside two-like Michael Moore, one of which now button sticks with him as the driver repeatedly asked for silence to begin his speech. Nth Shut-Up Michael Moore rebels saying that he is speaking to his lawyer (or Ciccio), but the driver does not collect and start the show: for one thing puts us at ease by saying "I have collected because I were doing otherwise, but now looked like the homeless on the limo are great people, "and to prove it begins to lord it on the streets because" we enjoin on the limo. " I admit that the inside of the silt is slightly disappointing dominate three bottles on hand, a whiskey, brandy and one of nonsocosa, enTREmbe strictly empty, and a series of black leather seats, slightly frayed. In return, the driver is a showman, continues to make jokes and gives us a mini tour of the city, from Chinatown to the Italian quarter, up to this Pier 39. The showman collects the 5 bucks more for a tip on top (which is not a step of Charleston but, more prosaically, tip), with wit and thanks goes away.

The pier has the typical look of all moles, like Brighton to understand, and Pier 39 in particular offers a wide range of shops and restaurants for tourists, for color and layout, I vaguely recall the atmosphere of Camden Town. Only in Camden Town that you eat better, to give an idea. In order to save precious dollars, insulted us with a "chili dog" which is none other than a hot-dog seasoned with chili, and redundancies, as there seems to still be punished enough, collect a pretzel with cheese. We are confident in the quality of the evening buffet which should be reconciled with the world and the cuisine, and in the meantime we continue our exploratory stroll among shops magic Chocolate Heaven and other such amenities. After the ride we arrive at the terminus of the cable car which should bring us back to the center, provided you do about 45 minutes in a row. A bit 'for the charm of this tram, a bit' to save money for a taxi, we cover these three quarters of an hour we live in a row and this wonderful experience to go up the road in order to San Francisco aboard this funny contraption and surrounded by people of every gender and weight, rather I will tell you that among all leading to thinness and appearance suffered. What a wonderful feeling of legeressa!

Following the conference, a bus takes us far off center the Exploratorium, a kind of Museum of Science with interactive installations, site of the evening buffet. Ciccio and I now reveal that we belong to the subspecies of human engineers, as we try methodically almost all installations that illustrate the various mysteries and curiosities of physics. This makes us lose the start of the buffet which we arrive slightly late and almost all tables full. Not that there's lost much, of course: just know that, among all, which I think more decent tacos are the feud, which tasted Ciccio proclaims his opinion: bad. The variety and taste, however, compensates for the end sfanghiamo well this evening. In all these groups have been formed by now quite closed in which we labor to operate, given that we still do our presentation, which will be held the next day, and thus is at present two simple Scardaccione audience. One of the most interesting attractions is a room where a flash is fired up walls made of a material particular, can make permanent shadows. This allows me to confirm that the icon's "generic" Skype, which is a black silhouette on a white field, was obtained Undoubtedly the profile of Ciccio. Taking advantage of a general disappearance from outsiders, your heroes succumb to indecorous expressions can leave shadows unedifying, some of which there is photographic evidence that could destroy their reputations. As good unruly schoolchildren are among the last to leave this kind of cultural playground aftertaste, so that the head of the conference in person must come to invite us to leave the palace.

The bus takes us back to center and, before slipping into the arms of Morpheus, we allow ourselves a little walk in the neighborhood noting the awkward coexistence of two different souls of America: lines of people, Where's My Car jocks and pull in waiting to enter the most exclusive club in downtown San Francisco and, at a time, deprived of flocks of all kinds (but, alas, all the same color) in search of pennies to make ends meet.

Tomorrow we expect the presentation, a native brunch and Saturday Night Fever: let's see what happens ...

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the streets of San Francisco - Episode 2

Two computer in order to be parachuted away against their will in faraway California, after a few hitches airport robotic character, at home, and intimate, beyond the Alps. After a long journey in which they try in vain to make a fortune, log on to the glowing central hotel where they are greeted by fragrant souvenirs in return for a modest fee. The two pass the first night in the warmth of a Californian restaurant located between North African one of the many intersections saddle dell'ondeggiante city of San Francisco, before collapsing victims of jet-lag.

The second day we are engaged almost full-time at the conference, which alternates very interesting moments at times decidedly limp. The focus, however, is kept alive by the presence of a substantial representation of women in high-quality, unusual for meetings to be "geek" who usually frequented. In fact, this conference is not to be geeks, but the worlds of media technology and cultural heritage, world stock from which the latter topic above.
Between sessions, lunch and a Chinese consumed take-away in Union Square with the soundtrack of a band of drummers and color the outline of a portly drag-queen, we find the time to organize the evening. Thanks to the Internet let's never too praised the hunt for live music events, including discard definitely a guy called lurid Bliss, while intrigued by such a concert Dying Californians (Porelli) in eight blocks from a club ' hotel. After the session, then, we go to the Hemlock Tavern in Post Street (oh, but what I like to give me this tone: what can I do?), But not before he had eaten a searing slice of pizza dinner as a park, given that invest a certain amount of incoming valsente the club. We arrive in a straight line sufficiently to the Tavern and there placed in a strategic position in the room turned into a concert hall, the size of not more than 20 square meters. The acoustics will be good. At the head of a pint of beer, me, a Gin and Tonic, Ciccio - the request for a Negroni is drowned in misunderstanding the bar tender - we put forward to listening to the group that will brighten your evening.
With some quarter of an hour late arriving in any order from six new-look very romantic to take a stand, respectively, on board a battery, a pairing of Casio-Korg keyboards, acoustic guitar, a Slit down and, surprisingly, trumpet and trombone. The six eat again that is a pleasure, with a kind of music that has been defined as "Memphis soul on an indie bender", whatever that means. The vocalist-rounder, that Paul Larson, Owen Wilson looks exaggerated, but he sings better. In general the performance is excellent and you can listen with passion and without resentment. The presence of a horn section and a rhythm section with the non-trivial backbeat gives a certain personality to harmonies less obvious than might appear at first hearing. Paul invites the audience to the truth still Scarsini in texture, the purchase of the cd "Because we need money" and suggests anyone interested in listening, "the two of you," he said, making fun of the executable public, actually continue to grow. About half
concert hall broke into a very well-matched pair of blondes that I could define, as it were ... stratopazze two, if I pass the spatial concept. The two guards in the room, observe carefully the public gaze upon the bystanders, and eventually make their choice and are blatantly sat down beside us. The reasons are many: the Latin charm that always tells her, a certain magnetism that emanates from our eyes, or the presence of only two seats left to sit. The fact is that the two - which for convenience I will call Jennifer and Katherine, as in the inevitable pit shall chat with flashes in which we do not know the names of straf ... ... of the top girls in short - disturb our rock-ascetic atmosphere just created, and introduced a violent disturbance in thunderstorms. In the little bits of conversation and deafened with Jennifer, because after two minutes of clock Katherine is picked up by a self-styled guru turbaned that monopolizes the rest of the evening, we learn that the top .. aridagli, the girls are Canadian, Niagara Falls, which Jen is a teacher for disabled (which I suppose rehabilitated immediately from experience) and that, although for some days in San Francisco for vacation, this is the first night I passed out.
Two good girls of the past, in fact.
I note that my status husband and father can love a purely academic interest in these cases. To confirm this I will mention the fact that the only piece of uninterrupted conversation, taking a break in the concert, about the socio-economic situation in Canada and in particular instances of separatist Quebec. And I swear, I swear, I'm not kidding.
Among other things, Jennifer struggles to nasconcdere a hatred for the French-mica reduced believes that man's best friend, and while he says that the young teacher it down the third row of Margarita. Throw bad, I fear that in a bit 'will be forced to reject his advances, which I believe imminent, prompted by higher on moral grounds, hoping that the poor do not remain too disappointed.
At this point we learn that the six that we are not applauding the Dying Californians, whatever, but a support group, such The Minor Canon, but have enjoyed my appreciation enough to make me buy their cd, "No good deed goes unpunished" I listen with pleasure as I write. The Minor Canon happens to another support group, nomato El Captain, grunge quartet with high hopes, and finally the highlight of the evening, these dying Californians who have a sound somewhere between Simon & Garfunkel and the Beach Boys. However good, too. Meanwhile, the twins have become fugitives Kessler: one, the Katherine, always following the guru, the other absent for a while 'for no apparent reason. Luckily, I think, so I will not be forced to break her heart. Leaving the room we meet, by chance, in which Jennifer, please, we think we greet with enthusiasm and affability, but we realize that such a gesture would be inappropriate, since we see her engaged in a tete a tete, all taken to caress the hair ... the lead singer of Minor Canon, unjustifiably still in the room, with languid attitude sufficiently to be considered one of their next mating.
Eeeh, is America, how it works here. Do it now, sooner if possible. I
remains incomprehensible how the girl would prefer the company of our beautiful art by the persuasive voice, young and blonde, but it must be a geopolitical issue. I find myself to admit that Paul Larson, about to become my new idol music is a little strangely now I 'on the ass, but I suppose it is due to some tone of his voice, obviously, I was not congenial.
Let the two embrace the harbingers of their future and we go in house, along a spiral trajectory unexpectedly (but we did not come in a straight line?) And doing the slalom between prostitutazze in full uniform to every corner of every street (and we talking down of the downtown, in other words the old town, if America had a history), drug dealers and / or made of crack and a long line of homeless sleeping in doorways.
The two faces of America, like any good manual teaches commonplace.

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the streets of San Francisco - Episode 1

If I'm not mistaken (or if you do not confuse me with "Police Story" which I think was something else) was the opening theme: zaza-Za-za-zaaan Tarara tarataratara zazazà zza zzààn ...
Ah, memories ...

What am I doing now on the streets of San Francisco did not exactly know either, the fact is that I am here to follow in the footsteps of ... dude ... diobòno that .... there will be someone who has gone a bit 'of footprints here in San Francisco, so that I can follow, no? Boh, in other words if you can think of, I'm going over those tracks.
If I go back, it means that those who go through now I'm leaving, so to be safe.

The journey begins with a chilling wake up at 4 am, waiting for a jolly fellow who, at the wheel of his taxi - and not the substance of his alarm clock which, alas, forgets his duty and not dozing also zuòna - leads us to Florence, from the name that suggests an airport scorreggina (as indeed it is, proof of the facts).
Training Travel terraced proven pair me-Ciccio, former star of other expenses, with the aim of showing the whole world the wonders of virtual museums that even skeptics can experience. And there is no way to say, nor joke: santommasi novel, thanks to a shrewd and wise use of our technologies, we can let you touch the statues before you could only see. On this occasion, to give proof of this possibility, we have to carry around a robotic device whose name is Phantom.
Now, this Phantom is a kind of plastic Pallozzi which shows a kind of rigid tentacle broken into 2-3 parts. Let's face it: not the most reassuring thing to see in a device in the hand luggage X-ray
As expected, therefore, an amiable cop says to me: is this your bag? I nodded and said to me: follow me there.
Ossignùr we ...
The policewoman asked me: but exactly, what's in here?
course, the question catches me off guard did not mean any technical or other authoritative definition is likely to be counterproductive ("robotic device", "haptic", "device of interaction, all things that make you pick up your passport) as a dare: is like a mouse, a little 'detail.
The policewoman, who looks a lot like a nice one of the hyenas, I look at all convinced and passed a strip, I suppose, in the detection of explosives on to my trinket (no second sense, talking about the above-named Phantom) and, on the safety rassicuratasi unit, let me pass. In all this, is already Ciccio di là del bancone che mi aspetta con fare fraterno.
Il volo prevede uno scalo a Parigi, nel quale si ripete l'ambaradàn.
Ma i francesi sono tecnici.
Il mio bagaglio passa nello scanner fra l'indifferenza generale (mi immagino il pensiero della poliziotta d'oltralpe, all'apparire dell'inconsueta sagoma sul suo monitor "Ah, oui, le phantòm, mais bien sure, a-pfff") mentre, per par condicio, Ciccio viene fermato da una tutoressa dell'ordine che gli intima di svuotare tutto il suo parco mutande a fini ispettori.
Ogni paese ha le sue tradizioni.
Tirerò veloce sulle 14 ore di volo, passate tra libri, cibo airfrancese, alcuni episodi dei simpsons e una lunga partita a "Chi vuol essere milionario" that the French version appears to be "Who wants to win a million" in collaboration with an Indian from India who regularly gave us the wrong answers.
In two hours of game cocks are not even pretending to be millionaires.
Eccheccòsa.

arrival in California we are surprised by the absence of noisy taxi, after waiting half an hour, proved all together in twelve causing scuffles in the crowd waiting. With great nonchalance take care of it and we do a run around our hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco (down downtown), in Union Square. There
receptionists welcome us as brothers and we propose two connecting rooms (my receptionist says to me: if you're afraid, close the door - I did not know that San Francisco is the gay capital of the world) of which we take over with ease.
After a short plug of knowledge, we are going to register for the conference received a moderate amount of documentation and a few gadgets, after which we return in the rooms to take a nap, because basically we do not sleep too long.
Come back in the room suffers from a strange smell, an experience that is repeated on successive days. I decide that the custom here is that mid-afternoon, rather than let the chocolate on the bed, you shit in the room, as a kind of graceful tribute. In reality there is no trace of artifacts, then the hypothesis more likely it is that there is a central alluvial whose flavor is released into the rooms through the ventilation system.
Beyond this small, the room is equipped with every comfort, but all strictly fee. In the wardrobe there is also an iron, but I suspect that is in need of pennies to operate, so I avoid any type of experiment. We do
strength to overcome sleep in order to recover a little 'jet-lag and stoically resist until the dinner, which pleased risalutiamo Sbrusa, one of our old acquaintance, who for a while' is working and married here. Sbrusa and her husband are hosting us for dinner in a lovely Moroccan restaurant in Connecticut Street (Well yes, I admit, is very cool tumbler addresses of this type, although it tended to americoscettico: years and years of movies and TV shows leave a mark and say a taxi driver: "seventinain eveniù fift 'is something completely different" Via Alberto Mario ").
we meet with the topology of San Francisco, all ups and downs so exaggerated that I think that they are wanted and artificial), and I must admit that from a distance the skyline at sunset makes his pig effect. Actually I expected something more "American", more excessive, but instead it is a polite major city not too different from London, say. Satisfied, and dinner, and the company and the city we drag our king-size bed to enjoy the first few hours of sleep for three days now. The rest is

Ronfo.

Typical Cost Of A Mandap

always dear to me was quell'ermo log ... (Terzer) I was always fond

New batch of old logs, but these are still new to anyone other than myself, hrundibahkshi , or the unlucky guy.

[once again, for those who were put into play only at the moment, this page all'antefatto introduction contains a brief introduction on the premise of the preamble to the prologue because 'I'm done here . ]

This time we write a Saidww , after half Arabic and half not. Our on this occasion, show a certain arrogance that occur with excessive attention to others' syntax:

SAIDWW
*** Log File Opened: 10/13/2000 12:04:31
[00:04] \u0026lt; ; saidww>
hello [00:05] \u0026lt;E_Bow> hello!
[00:05] \u0026lt;saidww>
be consistent [00:06] \u0026lt;E_Bow> without em. You are no longer the same. Second class B.
[00:07] \u0026lt;saidww> your name?
[00:07] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Rabbitz

For the uninitiated, to which this name should be obscure, I suggest reading this treatise . Evil should not do.

[00:08] \u0026lt;saidww> where are you?
[00:08] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Rabat

Ah, what we like alliterazioni ...

[00:09] \u0026lt;saidww>
your name [00:11] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Like I said, Rabbitz, the fourth race horses Forthworth
[00:12] \u0026lt;saidww> you are a man or woman

Nothing to do in the chat is always going to end well. Yet the real chatter is asexual or, as philosophers would say in the treatise cited above nonàsesso. But rarely escapes the big question "mof?" in the first ten rows, as if to avoid wasting time. We, therefore, take time.

[00:13] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Man. Until now. Or woman.
[00:15] \u0026lt;saidww>
not understand [00:16] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Me neither.
[00:17] *** Closed ***
*** Log file closed: 13/10/2000 12:17:04

Evidently indecision does not pay. And to think that the question and answer "I do not understand," "Me neither" quote is cultured and refined, extracted from the dialogue para para between the ambassador of Ghana and the Toto Cup / Nino Taranto which, on the occasion, we felt humble imitators.
Never throw pearls before swine.

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verse and poetry, the same night contact with the guild chick looking for robbers, one of these appalesa to involve us in the event that apparently tonight involves the whole channel except your ignorant. Not knowing whether to be horrified or fascinated by the entrepreneurship of this focozzone, we decide to keep him twine:

BRIGAND
*** Log File Opened: 12/10/2000 23:46:39
[23:47] \u0026lt;Brigante> Six of us?
[23:47] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Canoscio Who?
[23:47] \u0026lt;Brigante> Blessed is he who knows me!
[23:48] \u0026lt;E_Bow>'re a robber! But ...
[23:48] \u0026lt;Brigante> notes ... I keep hidden
[23:49] \u0026lt;E_Bow>'re a fool!
[23:49] \u0026lt;E_Bow> A criminally insane! Curiously

give the fool a person who believes the original is seen as a compliment, let us case. It sometimes happens even in the early moments of a relationship: she tells him: "You're all crazy!" and he welcomes it. After a few years, she tells him: "You 're crazy! "and he welcomes it not, especially if the phrase is accompanied by the flyby of ceramic plates (porcelain in these cases is taken from the account).

[23:50] \u0026lt;Brigante> yes, because ?
[23:51] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Listen, if you are a criminal lunatic, and you keep hidden because you did see right away?
[23:53] \u0026lt;Brigante> because there is no time to wait
[23: 53] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Bravo! We go out into the open. unto you steal?
[23:55] \u0026lt;Brigante>
for now a star [23:56] \u0026lt;E_Bow> You are poetic, romantic, Anafesto: wise guy at all.

(allisciamento you continue to see this where it will arrive)

[23:57] \u0026lt;Brigante> the thief is the one that fucks
in general [23:57] \u0026lt;Brigante> can be poetic
[23:58] And then do a diptych \u0026lt;E_Bow>

it's time to sink the knife: here it seem his Nobility

[23:58] \u0026lt;Brigante> the important thing is fucked
[23 : 58] \u0026lt;E_Bow> a tristico
[23:58] this is a unique \u0026lt;E_Bow>
[23:58] \u0026lt;E_Bow> make us a triple

the first result is disappointing, but we decide to give him another chance

[23:59] \u0026lt;Brigante>
ok [23:59] \u0026lt;Brigante>
elaborate [23:59] \u0026lt; E_Bow> go
[23:59] \u0026lt;E_Bow> not sit still on the hooves
[00:00] \u0026lt;Brigante> BigAnt observes the star of the South
[00:00] \u0026lt;Brigante> and expects to save
the opportunity [00:00] The \u0026lt;E_Bow> BigAnt is a fungus of the family of Racoons, and is highlighted by red-faced chapel wrapped in velvet and un'anticchia Fenoglio
[00:01] \u0026lt;Brigante> is not just some people sing at him
[00:01] \u0026lt;Brigante> but everyone makes them dicks on!
[00:01] This is a quadric \u0026lt;E_Bow>
[00:01] \u0026lt;E_Bow>
Do it again [00:01] \u0026lt;E_Bow> It has a good

at this point we are already fairly sure that the self-styled poet will not be a prick to make that one, but now the time is what it is and we strive to end the skirmish at the tip of the sword, as the foil is useless

[00:02] \u0026lt;Brigante> ; I came out of
4 [00:02] I'm not a \u0026lt;Brigante> kuke
box [00:03] \u0026lt;Brigante>
juke box [00:03] \u0026lt;E_Bow> steals for us kuke box

and here the stupidera true: as you can, from a typographical error, giving the floodgates to a base sequence of bullshit? All you need is the head arrows and a certain number of seconds available:

[00:03] \u0026lt;E_Bow> sell them to fork street corner are boxes of biscuits ...
[00:03] \u0026lt;E_Bow> put the hundred pounds
[00:03] \u0026lt;E_Bow> choose
biscuit [00:04] \u0026lt;E_Bow> F24: error in file system
[00:04] Put \u0026lt;E_Bow> hundred pounds
[00:04] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Awards
[00:04] \u0026lt;E_Bow> PREMIIII
[00:04 ] \u0026lt;E_Bow> feels Toto Cutugno
[00:04] \u0026lt;E_Bow> gastemi
[00:04] Do not you have more than one hundred pounds \u0026lt;E_Bow>
[00:04] \u0026lt;E_Bow> out of a Pavesini ' 25
[00:04] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Mo will do a tristico:
[00:08] \u0026lt;Brigante>'ve finished the hundred pounds?
[00:09] \u0026lt;E_Bow> this is only a five hundred
[00:17] *** Disconnected *** ***
Log file closed: 10/13/2000 00:17:06

We looked exciting and the conclusion, after many years, call me stupid but I still think so.
Ah, just as you acconenta tantevoooolte ....

Clonk Lizenzschlüssel

quell'ermo log ... (reprise) I was always fond

You keep talking about the old log.
those who missed the first episode, you can go here and understand what it is.

Today we present the log of a conversation held with such short Antattoo . Obviously, such a nick could not passionate, so much so that we contattattoo and these are the risultattiii:

ANTATTOO
*** Log File Opened: 12/10/2000 23:46:14
[23:46] You \u0026lt;E_Bow> tornattooo?
[23:46] \u0026lt;ANTATTOO> who are you?
[23:46] \u0026lt;E_Bow> are Laoocoonte and v'nut mo zo (1)
[23:48] \u0026lt;ANTATTOO> cosaaaaa
[23:48] So \u0026lt;E_Bow> tornatttooo
[23: 57] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Uagliòòòòò?
[00:02] You shall \u0026lt;E_Bow> cacattoo the caz?
*** Log file closed: 13/10/2000 00:14:37

(1) "Zo v'nut", a typical expression of the area of San Severo, equivalent to "I have come." Eg
"EU Brother, zì sciùt?"
"None, mo zo v'nut"


E 'Then came a Asper who contacts us at point blank range and try to get involved in any initiative that is supposed to be well known and which, of course, we are completely in the dark.
Note, however, the jovial with the two, and I Hrundi, meet the delightful individual who then, a careful examination of the texts, proves to be a pleasant identifies likely.

ASPER
*** Log File Opened: 12/10/2000 23:55:29
[23:55] \u0026lt;asper>
hello [23:55] \u0026lt;E_Bow> EU!
[23:56] \u0026lt;asper> Hello, I am a brother of the robber and you are Our?
[23:56] \u0026lt;E_Bow> You are a guild?
[23:58] \u0026lt;asper> do not know what you mean ....
[23:58] \u0026lt;asper> however we are a peaceful
[23:59] Then \u0026lt;E_Bow> tin-u-cian

It requires a pause: "tin-u-cian, though it can be deceptively come think of a square or Cantonese a typical product of Manchuria, is actually Foggia Foggia. For other typical uses of this lemma, google also about "U Cianna is bbell, et al.

[00:00] \u0026lt;asper> sure ...
[00:01] \u0026lt;E_Bow> AH! So you admit it! (Finger pointing)
[00:01] \u0026lt;asper>
you everything you want [00:02] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Where were you on the evening of February 25?
[00:02] \u0026lt;E_Bow> BigAnt
[00:02] \u0026lt;asper> pacifier is written bribante
[00:03] \u0026lt;E_Bow> was a tabocchetto.
[00:03] \u0026lt;E_Bow> But there you are chaste
[00:04] \u0026lt;asper> then
are smart [00:05] \u0026lt;E_Bow> No! Why do you say tRabocheto
[00:05] \u0026lt;asper>
waterfall and even [00:07] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Brava.
[00:07] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Bravo.
[00:07] \u0026lt;E_Bow> Are you happy even if you fall?
[00:07] \u0026lt;asper> you're gay?

As usual, when you are in trouble taking out the usual prejudices. In reality, neither myself nor Hrundi are gay, but given that we form, on the occasion (in fact in many other occasions), a couple of fact, we are intrigued us in the face of this emiperspicacia:

[00:12] \u0026lt; E_Bow> How could you know it?
[00:12] \u0026lt;E_Bow> mustache perhaps?
[00:12] From the disks \u0026lt;E_Bow> Village Pipol?
[00:12] \u0026lt;asper>
so many things [00:12] *** Disconnected *** ***
Log file closed: 13/10/2000 00:17:06

And this suddenly gloss reveals a probable homophobia, however unjustified it is known that disks Village Pipol no longer be associated with gay culture that now prefers other icons (a list of which you can find here ). Driven