In the room there was an anatomical model. What could serve as anyone knows, since the circular saw, which was an abundant use, was not a suitable instrument to vivisection.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
How Are Beauty Pageants Harmful
Cape Town.
I copy-paste from delebile.com! 
Today Thursday, January 20, at 13:00 , indelible, Burp! , The Plot and Teapot will meet to study Cape Town for a ' interview on self-produced comics in the radio program Ragoo . At 19:00
as planned, we expect everyone to the meeting in Modo Infoshop (for those who were not informed, more info here and here).
Listen to the interview:
Fm : 94,700 MHz - 96,250 MHz - Bologna and province, the province of Modena and Ferrara.
Digital : Multiplex based AERANTICORALLO2 DMB Visual Radio Streaming
: here
Monday, January 17, 2011
Chinese Mobile Themes
indelible @ Modo Infoshop. Library
Thursday 20 will be at Modo Infoshop (Bologna) along with the cronies of indelible to chat about comics and self-produced together with those of Burp! , Teapot and The Plot!
to mix everything Luana Vergari !
So Be there!
The poster was made by me and Ugo colored and mounted the whole ( which moreover has also opened a new blog recently )!
How To Cage Semi Trailer Brakes
La Relève
watched a leaf on the ground, falling from a jar, forgotten on the concrete.
was not green, it was yellow in autumn. If you understand what I mean. It was really red.
was like a flower, but still a leaf. Then
so, I thought it was good to see sarrebbe dancing in the air.
I did everything I could, collecting it, inviting her to dance. I think I loved
an of glia.
was not green, it was yellow in autumn. If you understand what I mean. It was really red.
was like a flower, but still a leaf. Then
so, I thought it was good to see sarrebbe dancing in the air.
I did everything I could, collecting it, inviting her to dance. I think I loved
an of glia.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Brown And White Furniture With What Color Walls
Piccoli spigoli
"Hell of the living is not something that will, if there is one, is to which is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become a party to the point of no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the middle of hell, is not hell, then make them endure, give them space. "(Italo Calvino," Invisible Cities ")
"Hell of the living is not something that will, if there is one, is to which is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become a party to the point of no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the middle of hell, is not hell, then make them endure, give them space. "(Italo Calvino," Invisible Cities ")
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Notebook Cd Recorder Does Not Work
Sublimazione
should stop sublimating everything from solid to gas, from concrete to 'abstract ...
I do advice I would give to a friend in order to limit the damage. On the bend I say the ax to be, you're young ... let's have a coffee, laugh. I follow, knowing that sooner or later will not do, and that is not madness but lucid. Maybe I should attend to the irrational and give me more coffee at the bar. A state of transition fluid. Maybe give me the same habit of writing, to light a cigarette and between each other. And it is already done.
I'm not afraid of death, but to forget, and basically want to do. Even the cameras have an on / off. But to me are looking for, I laughed at the super-ego, and being a self-deprecating type now tells me all night while playing cards. I can not say sleep seriously, mostly listening without prejudice. As for him, is a kind and honest with no shame, no coffin, and often gives me the win. Sometimes I watch her alone, and I just read the figures. No rest
awareness in this REC, sometimes I forget to choose bright, to make room on the tape while waiting for a particular exchange.
All these images that run through my mind ... what can I say this is my ... When you turn a head, raises an eyebrow, moving a hand. What is all this information ... Knowing how to recognize a lie, understanding tone of voice, an emotional state that was mine, learn to recognize the man. Understand yes. Love things as they are, good and bad, looks like simply to record. The way then invent a way to make my sweet task, the flow of rock, marveling at what I know. Yet rest a camera that rebels, seeking a way to escape from its building plan. I see the world upside down and negative, to resist the standardization, to touch the bottom of things before the mirror of the mind overturn. The light is black that is imprinted in the film. With closed eyes the darkness is made of transparent sheets, do not impress the conscience. And 'the silence of space before undergoing the imagination of all possible worlds.
E 'that some day my feet do not make noise, do not even feel the resistance of the ground beneath their feet. My steps are a feeling of emptiness in a world unreal. Be it so on, ironically, even easy. It 's a strange optimism, without purpose.
ice and air. Not I can move me. I do not think is most important.
The mountain is basically a scenario that I can not reach with one hand, and I am conscious that, arrived at the foot will touch a different picture already. Tap a stone at a time. Climb to the summit. Breathe in the landscape. The effort to move in the vicinity of the web without the spider, sometimes I feel useless as a necklace.
So I think that everything is an illusion, that I could keep that landscape in hand, only compassion. I will finish as Nietzche to embrace a horse, and yes, I think I'm crazy, but this will have a relative weight. Near field of action. The ephemeral is done around me. I also have a date expiration, but I'm interested in discovering the meaning of those serial numbers that I have not yet deciphered. The symbol of myself.
memory is lost as the trail of a comet, a tail broken, wonderful, the inevitable evidence of movement in the sky. The art seems to be the last way that I have to save the immensity of life, create a sense where there is not yet, fill in the gaps in the plot. I would speak with Shakespeare, but I can only listen to one of his sonnet. him that art was an instrument of eternizzazione for survival over time of a human message, which contained the memory of the other as a resource for an extra hard drive. We start from different presupposition. The goal is not the memory, also because it has no expiry date, even if thousands of years, has it.
For me, art is a way to survive on my immortality.
right, survive immortality. Something mentally unsustainable.
to move me I just look at my cat to sleep and now, from ice to water vapor, I recognize my cat a symbol similar to mine.
Behind all the transition states: H2O, the son of two elements, the web of possible ties decided by a family constellation. Physics and mind are united. Closing my eyes I recreate the image of the Pleiades, Beauty as the Platonic idea, the harmony of Fibonacci, the relation between the elements. What was that sequence if the pattern of reproduction . (Even the names back to talk in more ways). With this sequence we had counted the rabbits, not at all.
information, pictures and playback.
And I do a show, circus daughter of 'illusion.
E 'endoterismo.Perchè belief in the mind without prejudice, and that if my mind I see the three teeth of a fork declared geometrically impossible, because it is in some way already. Possible.
It was conceived and designed by a man. Une vision, just as the geometries that surround us, we are most willing to believe.
I do advice I would give to a friend in order to limit the damage. On the bend I say the ax to be, you're young ... let's have a coffee, laugh. I follow, knowing that sooner or later will not do, and that is not madness but lucid. Maybe I should attend to the irrational and give me more coffee at the bar. A state of transition fluid. Maybe give me the same habit of writing, to light a cigarette and between each other. And it is already done.
I'm not afraid of death, but to forget, and basically want to do. Even the cameras have an on / off. But to me are looking for, I laughed at the super-ego, and being a self-deprecating type now tells me all night while playing cards. I can not say sleep seriously, mostly listening without prejudice. As for him, is a kind and honest with no shame, no coffin, and often gives me the win. Sometimes I watch her alone, and I just read the figures. No rest
awareness in this REC, sometimes I forget to choose bright, to make room on the tape while waiting for a particular exchange.
All these images that run through my mind ... what can I say this is my ... When you turn a head, raises an eyebrow, moving a hand. What is all this information ... Knowing how to recognize a lie, understanding tone of voice, an emotional state that was mine, learn to recognize the man. Understand yes. Love things as they are, good and bad, looks like simply to record. The way then invent a way to make my sweet task, the flow of rock, marveling at what I know. Yet rest a camera that rebels, seeking a way to escape from its building plan. I see the world upside down and negative, to resist the standardization, to touch the bottom of things before the mirror of the mind overturn. The light is black that is imprinted in the film. With closed eyes the darkness is made of transparent sheets, do not impress the conscience. And 'the silence of space before undergoing the imagination of all possible worlds.
E 'that some day my feet do not make noise, do not even feel the resistance of the ground beneath their feet. My steps are a feeling of emptiness in a world unreal. Be it so on, ironically, even easy. It 's a strange optimism, without purpose.
ice and air. Not I can move me. I do not think is most important.
The mountain is basically a scenario that I can not reach with one hand, and I am conscious that, arrived at the foot will touch a different picture already. Tap a stone at a time. Climb to the summit. Breathe in the landscape. The effort to move in the vicinity of the web without the spider, sometimes I feel useless as a necklace.
So I think that everything is an illusion, that I could keep that landscape in hand, only compassion. I will finish as Nietzche to embrace a horse, and yes, I think I'm crazy, but this will have a relative weight. Near field of action. The ephemeral is done around me. I also have a date expiration, but I'm interested in discovering the meaning of those serial numbers that I have not yet deciphered. The symbol of myself.
memory is lost as the trail of a comet, a tail broken, wonderful, the inevitable evidence of movement in the sky. The art seems to be the last way that I have to save the immensity of life, create a sense where there is not yet, fill in the gaps in the plot. I would speak with Shakespeare, but I can only listen to one of his sonnet. him that art was an instrument of eternizzazione for survival over time of a human message, which contained the memory of the other as a resource for an extra hard drive. We start from different presupposition. The goal is not the memory, also because it has no expiry date, even if thousands of years, has it.
For me, art is a way to survive on my immortality.
right, survive immortality. Something mentally unsustainable.
to move me I just look at my cat to sleep and now, from ice to water vapor, I recognize my cat a symbol similar to mine.
Behind all the transition states: H2O, the son of two elements, the web of possible ties decided by a family constellation. Physics and mind are united. Closing my eyes I recreate the image of the Pleiades, Beauty as the Platonic idea, the harmony of Fibonacci, the relation between the elements. What was that sequence if the pattern of reproduction . (Even the names back to talk in more ways). With this sequence we had counted the rabbits, not at all.
information, pictures and playback.
And I do a show, circus daughter of 'illusion.
E 'endoterismo.Perchè belief in the mind without prejudice, and that if my mind I see the three teeth of a fork declared geometrically impossible, because it is in some way already. Possible.
It was conceived and designed by a man. Une vision, just as the geometries that surround us, we are most willing to believe.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Cotton Spring Dresses
"If you were born without wings, do not do anything for prevent them from growing "
Coco Chanel.
Coco Chanel.
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