The Netherlands
Mensa, interior day. I
- You then choose where to make your time abroad?
Laura - Bah, I'm considering two cases: Belgium or Greece ... but in reality I have chosen. I
- Greece, of course.
Laura - Yeah. I
- Well, it's natural they would choose all of Greece. Belgium, I do not know, I always gave the impression of being ... a kind of Holland, but more sad. Tom
stranger sitting across from me - I would not say, you know? I am Belgian, and do not see it.
Given that any talk of a warm winter morning, we're in a university cafeteria in Lucca and across the hall there are 9 people, how many chances I had come across in a Belgian sitting right in front of me?
had had a heart of gold I would come immediately on Alpha Centauri (this is hard, whoever catches this quote has my undying praise).
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
How To Stitch Achuridar Pajama
In three ... no! Perhaps
not get me wrong: I love traveling by train.
So I extend my praise to the railroad and its valiant workers, to whom I wish all the best long continuance and happiness.
Nevertheless, from time to time, to wish someone could have happened to them (do not ever generalize) some small, insignificant annoyances just to counter those that sometimes happen to me by, say, a bit 'of dandruff, lice , a slight toothache. Some times, I do not deny, at a particularly unfortunate series of events I go to wish (but still directly responsible to the few of my little daily troubles) something more serious and lasting, take account of: fissures, hemorrhoids and some particularly shit I ventured to mourn if ever burst everywhere and mushrooms (I quote Paul Rossi) an artichoke in the ass.
I should point out that this morning the particular sequence of events that annoyed me so bravely started with my mistake and then I'll be the first to gobble Cynar from the wrong hole, as I suggested earlier, but were a bit 'to hear.
I wake up in my pretty little house of Grosseto, which I did last night for an impromptu evening of Tuesday un'anticonvenzionale pass (usually devoted to work commitments) with my little family in the warmth of the home. There will describe the ups and downs that, as a good time Pheidippides rail, have led me to take time dramatically in the convoy that brought home to me yesterday, simply those of today.
I wake up, I said, at 6.00 AM in Grosseto, a slight before the clock thanks to the vocal abilities of my child who is keen to free themselves from dependence on these foreign objects, electrical and unnatural. Time to prepare all my things today consist only exceptionally in the backpack (10 kg) containing my laptop. Be careful because it is approaching the moment of my fatal mistake. I take the phone and place it on the table. I take the keys. Attention because we're almost there. I wash, I take a coffee and get dressed (there he is there he is). I take the clothes and .. ZZZAC (unrecoverable ERROR: YOUR APPLICATION WILL BE TERMINATED) wearing a pair of pants that is not what I had yesterday.
greet the family, I leave the house in advance and with the same early arrival at the station, I sat on self-palp (habit that I have indeed a long time, but not for the reasons you are thinking about) and realize that my wallet (containing money, cards, tickets, etc..) stayed another couple of pants.
With aid car and a shrewd use of the foot can in a record time of 8 minutes to go home, take my wallet and back to the station in time to get on the track and see the train leaves in my face (God, how many Sometimes I happened ...) at 7:55, punctual as the famous train to Yuma. I do not hide my guilt, I just politely point out that in ten years of travel on this journey I have experienced an average of 5 minutes late in starting, and not later last Monday, the train left with 45 minutes delay.
The deal at this point is complicated: the next train to Pisa leaves at 8:28 and arrives at 10.15. The last train from Pisa to Lucca (a city in which I have an appointment at 12) leaves at 10:20, then do not talk down to 12.20. It 's hard but I can still do it. Except that, time to finish this thought, the inhuman speaker announced that the 8:28 train will start with a delay of 15 minutes. And now it's over really. I try to track down all the way the person with whom I have an appointment to let you know that I'll be late for a good hour, but I can not. The ride-
Grosseto Lucca is 175 km, since I left home at about 7:00 and arrive at your destination probably around 13.00 and will cover the distance to the average of 29.16 Km / h approx. Doing a bike I'd probably come first.
But the arrival of an inspector awakens in me the hope is convinced that the train will recover most of the delay and that, however, you can wait for the train to Lucca for a few minutes to realize the coincidence. Ah, I must point out also that every day I take a train from Pisa to Lucca, and that, this time on two of everything that is not deleted, it generally starts with an average of about 10 minutes late.
But today I caught an unlucky day excellence of the railways: the controller assures me of their recovery and connections and, at about 10.00, the conductor contact actually macchinistra to warn the train to Lucca slight delay in the arrival of my train and the opportunity to delay the departure of 4-5 minutes (so abundantly below the average of the delay in starting that community hopes). The train arrives in Pisa at 10:21, with only 6 minutes late, and on the track 12 (Pisa railway station at least two decades has 9 tracks, but 10 days have cleverly decided to inaugurate a new platform on which to pass the Trains to and from Grosseto, so to make my life easier, since trains leave from platform 1 to Lucca from the track or even a trunk West, which very nearly is halfway between Pisa and Lucca).
Despite my current lack of fitness, I throw in a run in the subway that leads me to 10:23 stepping on the sacred ground of the platform 1.
on which there is no train waiting for me, since he left in splendid isolation (they are almost always one of only three passengers on that train) and on time.
Let no one think that the railways should criticize you for this marvelous performance test, but no one blame me if my mind the sweet cradle of desire, even en passant, dark orifice of some of the protagonists of this test, not ideas artichoke above, but also Ernesto Calindri in person. At the end
Unable to find a bus, on which I am writing this travelogue, which, after all, maybe I will deliver almost on time.
Do not think wrong, I love traveling by train and I love railroads and their employees.
But I would give them a useful tip for their trouble and to a proper discharge of his duty to work, if occasionally you happen to see a little person looking grim, embittered, they uttered insults in a southern dialect not easily identifiable and a box of artichokes in the neck: stay away.
not get me wrong: I love traveling by train.
So I extend my praise to the railroad and its valiant workers, to whom I wish all the best long continuance and happiness.
Nevertheless, from time to time, to wish someone could have happened to them (do not ever generalize) some small, insignificant annoyances just to counter those that sometimes happen to me by, say, a bit 'of dandruff, lice , a slight toothache. Some times, I do not deny, at a particularly unfortunate series of events I go to wish (but still directly responsible to the few of my little daily troubles) something more serious and lasting, take account of: fissures, hemorrhoids and some particularly shit I ventured to mourn if ever burst everywhere and mushrooms (I quote Paul Rossi) an artichoke in the ass.
I should point out that this morning the particular sequence of events that annoyed me so bravely started with my mistake and then I'll be the first to gobble Cynar from the wrong hole, as I suggested earlier, but were a bit 'to hear.
I wake up in my pretty little house of Grosseto, which I did last night for an impromptu evening of Tuesday un'anticonvenzionale pass (usually devoted to work commitments) with my little family in the warmth of the home. There will describe the ups and downs that, as a good time Pheidippides rail, have led me to take time dramatically in the convoy that brought home to me yesterday, simply those of today.
I wake up, I said, at 6.00 AM in Grosseto, a slight before the clock thanks to the vocal abilities of my child who is keen to free themselves from dependence on these foreign objects, electrical and unnatural. Time to prepare all my things today consist only exceptionally in the backpack (10 kg) containing my laptop. Be careful because it is approaching the moment of my fatal mistake. I take the phone and place it on the table. I take the keys. Attention because we're almost there. I wash, I take a coffee and get dressed (there he is there he is). I take the clothes and .. ZZZAC (unrecoverable ERROR: YOUR APPLICATION WILL BE TERMINATED) wearing a pair of pants that is not what I had yesterday.
greet the family, I leave the house in advance and with the same early arrival at the station, I sat on self-palp (habit that I have indeed a long time, but not for the reasons you are thinking about) and realize that my wallet (containing money, cards, tickets, etc..) stayed another couple of pants.
With aid car and a shrewd use of the foot can in a record time of 8 minutes to go home, take my wallet and back to the station in time to get on the track and see the train leaves in my face (God, how many Sometimes I happened ...) at 7:55, punctual as the famous train to Yuma. I do not hide my guilt, I just politely point out that in ten years of travel on this journey I have experienced an average of 5 minutes late in starting, and not later last Monday, the train left with 45 minutes delay.
The deal at this point is complicated: the next train to Pisa leaves at 8:28 and arrives at 10.15. The last train from Pisa to Lucca (a city in which I have an appointment at 12) leaves at 10:20, then do not talk down to 12.20. It 's hard but I can still do it. Except that, time to finish this thought, the inhuman speaker announced that the 8:28 train will start with a delay of 15 minutes. And now it's over really. I try to track down all the way the person with whom I have an appointment to let you know that I'll be late for a good hour, but I can not. The ride-
Grosseto Lucca is 175 km, since I left home at about 7:00 and arrive at your destination probably around 13.00 and will cover the distance to the average of 29.16 Km / h approx. Doing a bike I'd probably come first.
But the arrival of an inspector awakens in me the hope is convinced that the train will recover most of the delay and that, however, you can wait for the train to Lucca for a few minutes to realize the coincidence. Ah, I must point out also that every day I take a train from Pisa to Lucca, and that, this time on two of everything that is not deleted, it generally starts with an average of about 10 minutes late.
But today I caught an unlucky day excellence of the railways: the controller assures me of their recovery and connections and, at about 10.00, the conductor contact actually macchinistra to warn the train to Lucca slight delay in the arrival of my train and the opportunity to delay the departure of 4-5 minutes (so abundantly below the average of the delay in starting that community hopes). The train arrives in Pisa at 10:21, with only 6 minutes late, and on the track 12 (Pisa railway station at least two decades has 9 tracks, but 10 days have cleverly decided to inaugurate a new platform on which to pass the Trains to and from Grosseto, so to make my life easier, since trains leave from platform 1 to Lucca from the track or even a trunk West, which very nearly is halfway between Pisa and Lucca).
Despite my current lack of fitness, I throw in a run in the subway that leads me to 10:23 stepping on the sacred ground of the platform 1.
on which there is no train waiting for me, since he left in splendid isolation (they are almost always one of only three passengers on that train) and on time.
Let no one think that the railways should criticize you for this marvelous performance test, but no one blame me if my mind the sweet cradle of desire, even en passant, dark orifice of some of the protagonists of this test, not ideas artichoke above, but also Ernesto Calindri in person. At the end
Unable to find a bus, on which I am writing this travelogue, which, after all, maybe I will deliver almost on time.
Do not think wrong, I love traveling by train and I love railroads and their employees.
But I would give them a useful tip for their trouble and to a proper discharge of his duty to work, if occasionally you happen to see a little person looking grim, embittered, they uttered insults in a southern dialect not easily identifiable and a box of artichokes in the neck: stay away.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Dog Rabies Vaccine Cost
ungrammatical and strictly personal
My cat is called Explorer.
My cat is called Explorer because from birth, only one litter of four, siblings while lounging in their chest, he could not sit still and moving in any direction, and looking eagerly sniffing around because all he must have known. That is the passage of a German named
Explorer and we knew immediately that that was his name.
My cat is called Explorer because it explores every hole, every slot, every gleam that suggests the possibility to enter: for him is irresistible, and there can be no peace until he has captured every detail, until it has conquered the place that aroused his attention.
My cat gives us awake in the morning with a series of desperate meow outside the door and say: insistence until the door opens. At that point, emits only a low volume mew of satisfaction, then mocks the pigeon, and then purrs and keeps them until they jump on the bed and began his endless cleaning.
My cat, when the Monday delivery, assist me while I make the case and sometimes he jumps in, almost as if he wanted to come with me. But when we are ready to go out and go down the stairs, he falls and stops at the bottom of the stairs looking at us with sadness and a bit 'resignation, and greets us.
My cat, when they return on Thursday, waiting for me beyond the garage and open the door quòando keeps mewing of satisfaction mixed with exasperation at the wait, and I give up my bags and take it in her arms. He then jumps down the stairs ahead of me and lands on his scratching that is right there on top, and draws moans and nail for the satisfaction and contentment.
My cat, in the evening after dinner, when I sit on the couch and stretch your legs on the puff, as if to an invisible point of jumping on my legs, is 2:00 to 3:00 if
turns on itself as if to orient themselves and find the location more comfortable, quiet and then finally collapses purring.
My cat, when in the mood for pampering, she lies on her side and call your touch. And I, with skill, I start to stroke him regularly and the third pat on the back flips, belly as if to say: Let me chello that you only want: either.
My cat gets picked up his arm but he can not live more than two seconds without being able to look around. So I take it so I can check to his head and look behind me and only then calms down.
My cat is called Explorer, because even the utmost relaxation and tranquility of the snaps at the slightest noise and starts listening, ready to learn the secrets that the new world has to offer.
My cat, when spring comes, and wants to be outdoors for a few minutes may suffice for the terrace. However, when hear the sister who calls him back in three seconds leaps beyond the wall and dives with enthusiasm and contempt of danger.
My cat when you can roll on the grass or on the earth is happy, it rolls back and ready to be submerged to cuddle or play.
My cat is called Explorer, because if he opens his eyes, even half asleep, and perceives a movement, a light, a shadow that intrigues him, stands erect and looks, for minutes or even hours until it believes that it is sufficient.
My cat, when you return home, it's there waiting for us behind the glass door and meows, or on the couch or sleeping in a chair, and then, with its time, we are meeting after a need for far-fetched stretch your muscles, and then rubs against our legs and finally seems satisfied.
My cat, when we turn away even for a short time, almost to the window while standing on the armrest of the sofa with his eyes and seems to greet us as we become increasingly distant and small.
My cat is called Explorer because there is no room in the house that he did not know, there is a sliding door that resists, there is no wall that stopped him.
My cat has just been afraid of fireworks at New Year: For the first barrel has jumped up and looked mad, then jumped on top of kitchen cabinets and has dropped only when I picked up and became almost caress be reassuring.
My cat jumps on every tree within his reach, because the instinct of the predator has never abandoned, even after half-life apartment. And when my cat is focused on its goal, which is a lizard, a bug or just a reflection, his attention is totally devoted to it, and there is no call that shook him.
My cat, however, in the holes of her attention is available to the call, which is repeated obsessively as his name when he lost sight of for a while 'and tried to figure out where he was kicked out, fearing for his safety, or respond to my call staff: a two-tone whistle followed by three kisses.
My cat, so much so, the phone sniffs with familiarity and curiosity Silvia when put on the speakerphone so that it may call it that way, and perhaps wonder what makes a small object so small.
My cat leaves its traces everywhere, but yesterday we found unexpected footprints on steel kitchen positions in physiologically improbable.
My cat must be allergic to the pumpkin, because I love its organic boxes but could not tolerate the ones with the pumpkin, which rejected it completely.
My cat is a cat clean, but important needs would require an accurate cleaning of his stuff, and every week completely change the litter and disinfection, and rub the wash, the rinse, and then remit it to him in place and him, proudly and a little 'suspicious odors of some foreigners, now renamed the
with pride and possessiveness.
My cat unfortunately is behind everything that moves, even behind the reflections of the pots that travels fast on the ceiling and in those moments completely lost all sense of danger and caution, and thinks only of how to catch its prey of the moment .
My cat comes running when he hears the sound of crumpled paper and claim that you can play with the ball you are creating, at least for those few seconds before I lose interest completely.
My cat loves to play with rubber bands for hair, especially the fluffy ones, and drag them all home and lose them one at a time. Sometimes it is need to reset the situation and just move away from the bed to enjoy a dozen, all scattered in the same way.
My cat spreads her hair everywhere and there is no vacuum or goblin which takes: they are destined to become an integral part of the structures that receive them.
My cat is smarter, much smarter than it already shows, and I know that when it comes to crouch on my knees just because he does not like it, but also because he knows that I like, and I think it is the main reason: he gives me love and cherish when I'm sure glad I have more than might be him.
My cat, in fact, it gives me much more than I can give him.
My cat is called Explorer because in the morning upon waking and after having slipped the door, rushed to climb on the roof of the oven and from there scanning the horizon, assess the situation and plan the next steps.
My cat is called Explorer, in fact it was called.
And these lines I wrote them because the weather is a bastard and memory a bitch and I do not want to find out a bit between 'time that I forgot all the happiness he gave me and I do not want his memory fades slowly I do not want to get used to his absence, because I know that some time between my legs will be used to not feel its warmth and my ears to hear its noise. So, now that the memory is still fresh and the pain is still alive, I want to take this picture of my memories because my cat does not deserve to be forgotten.
My cat was called Explorer and, above all, it was my cat.
My cat is called Explorer.
My cat is called Explorer because from birth, only one litter of four, siblings while lounging in their chest, he could not sit still and moving in any direction, and looking eagerly sniffing around because all he must have known. That is the passage of a German named
Explorer and we knew immediately that that was his name.
My cat is called Explorer because it explores every hole, every slot, every gleam that suggests the possibility to enter: for him is irresistible, and there can be no peace until he has captured every detail, until it has conquered the place that aroused his attention.
My cat gives us awake in the morning with a series of desperate meow outside the door and say: insistence until the door opens. At that point, emits only a low volume mew of satisfaction, then mocks the pigeon, and then purrs and keeps them until they jump on the bed and began his endless cleaning.
My cat, when the Monday delivery, assist me while I make the case and sometimes he jumps in, almost as if he wanted to come with me. But when we are ready to go out and go down the stairs, he falls and stops at the bottom of the stairs looking at us with sadness and a bit 'resignation, and greets us.
My cat, when they return on Thursday, waiting for me beyond the garage and open the door quòando keeps mewing of satisfaction mixed with exasperation at the wait, and I give up my bags and take it in her arms. He then jumps down the stairs ahead of me and lands on his scratching that is right there on top, and draws moans and nail for the satisfaction and contentment.
My cat, in the evening after dinner, when I sit on the couch and stretch your legs on the puff, as if to an invisible point of jumping on my legs, is 2:00 to 3:00 if
turns on itself as if to orient themselves and find the location more comfortable, quiet and then finally collapses purring.
My cat, when in the mood for pampering, she lies on her side and call your touch. And I, with skill, I start to stroke him regularly and the third pat on the back flips, belly as if to say: Let me chello that you only want: either.
My cat gets picked up his arm but he can not live more than two seconds without being able to look around. So I take it so I can check to his head and look behind me and only then calms down.
My cat is called Explorer, because even the utmost relaxation and tranquility of the snaps at the slightest noise and starts listening, ready to learn the secrets that the new world has to offer.
My cat, when spring comes, and wants to be outdoors for a few minutes may suffice for the terrace. However, when hear the sister who calls him back in three seconds leaps beyond the wall and dives with enthusiasm and contempt of danger.
My cat when you can roll on the grass or on the earth is happy, it rolls back and ready to be submerged to cuddle or play.
My cat is called Explorer, because if he opens his eyes, even half asleep, and perceives a movement, a light, a shadow that intrigues him, stands erect and looks, for minutes or even hours until it believes that it is sufficient.
My cat, when you return home, it's there waiting for us behind the glass door and meows, or on the couch or sleeping in a chair, and then, with its time, we are meeting after a need for far-fetched stretch your muscles, and then rubs against our legs and finally seems satisfied.
My cat, when we turn away even for a short time, almost to the window while standing on the armrest of the sofa with his eyes and seems to greet us as we become increasingly distant and small.
My cat is called Explorer because there is no room in the house that he did not know, there is a sliding door that resists, there is no wall that stopped him.
My cat has just been afraid of fireworks at New Year: For the first barrel has jumped up and looked mad, then jumped on top of kitchen cabinets and has dropped only when I picked up and became almost caress be reassuring.
My cat jumps on every tree within his reach, because the instinct of the predator has never abandoned, even after half-life apartment. And when my cat is focused on its goal, which is a lizard, a bug or just a reflection, his attention is totally devoted to it, and there is no call that shook him.
My cat, however, in the holes of her attention is available to the call, which is repeated obsessively as his name when he lost sight of for a while 'and tried to figure out where he was kicked out, fearing for his safety, or respond to my call staff: a two-tone whistle followed by three kisses.
My cat, so much so, the phone sniffs with familiarity and curiosity Silvia when put on the speakerphone so that it may call it that way, and perhaps wonder what makes a small object so small.
My cat leaves its traces everywhere, but yesterday we found unexpected footprints on steel kitchen positions in physiologically improbable.
My cat must be allergic to the pumpkin, because I love its organic boxes but could not tolerate the ones with the pumpkin, which rejected it completely.
My cat is a cat clean, but important needs would require an accurate cleaning of his stuff, and every week completely change the litter and disinfection, and rub the wash, the rinse, and then remit it to him in place and him, proudly and a little 'suspicious odors of some foreigners, now renamed the
with pride and possessiveness.
My cat unfortunately is behind everything that moves, even behind the reflections of the pots that travels fast on the ceiling and in those moments completely lost all sense of danger and caution, and thinks only of how to catch its prey of the moment .
My cat comes running when he hears the sound of crumpled paper and claim that you can play with the ball you are creating, at least for those few seconds before I lose interest completely.
My cat loves to play with rubber bands for hair, especially the fluffy ones, and drag them all home and lose them one at a time. Sometimes it is need to reset the situation and just move away from the bed to enjoy a dozen, all scattered in the same way.
My cat spreads her hair everywhere and there is no vacuum or goblin which takes: they are destined to become an integral part of the structures that receive them.
My cat is smarter, much smarter than it already shows, and I know that when it comes to crouch on my knees just because he does not like it, but also because he knows that I like, and I think it is the main reason: he gives me love and cherish when I'm sure glad I have more than might be him.
My cat, in fact, it gives me much more than I can give him.
My cat is called Explorer because in the morning upon waking and after having slipped the door, rushed to climb on the roof of the oven and from there scanning the horizon, assess the situation and plan the next steps.
My cat is called Explorer, in fact it was called.
And these lines I wrote them because the weather is a bastard and memory a bitch and I do not want to find out a bit between 'time that I forgot all the happiness he gave me and I do not want his memory fades slowly I do not want to get used to his absence, because I know that some time between my legs will be used to not feel its warmth and my ears to hear its noise. So, now that the memory is still fresh and the pain is still alive, I want to take this picture of my memories because my cat does not deserve to be forgotten.
My cat was called Explorer and, above all, it was my cat.
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