No, I'm gone. And even dead. I'm just a little busy. A bit of a hurry. Let me tell you many things that have happened to me. Summer, talks, work, my comeback Milanese, a new home, turning a photo azure, of time passing, of the evenings of June with the grass stuck to the legs, the fact that 20 minutes are enough to understand that a person is aggressive, that is enough coffee for two refuse to understand that a person is rigid. And much more. But it all happened so fast that maybe not even me I am good account. Be patient a little longer. The Meimei will not disappoint. He just needs to learn to play at the consultant. Continuing to live. 
For Meimei always set the pace with the times, today we talk about my new phone. Although, as a good engineer, a fan of technology in general have never done much attention to the mobile: the first half because of the complexity goes hand in hand with his ability to break at any moment, the second because in the end everyone is technological change in the mobile I do not I can appreciate (to understand I do not use either the T9. No I have never understood the meaning and every time someone misrepresent the benefits you T9 I always think those engineers who support CEH use linx is more comfortable. Yes in the end it is, without counting the years that you put in to learn to use). But anyway. The technology can now be said Meimei equipped with multimedia medium. Can I take pictures, go to the file with bluetooth, MMS read etcetc. In short, all those things you do for years. But the problems are just around the corner. In short I do not know which ring mettere.Dopo killbill years I decided to change .... but what? And here the shooting contest. Friends near and far, that you spend hours to download crazy frog that belch, kittens dying, songs, terrible and annoying, votatevotatevotate. 
what you carry in the first part is the speech that Steve Jobs gave at Stanford recently 's inauguration of the academic year. The second and third party, no less beautiful and exciting, not only carry merely for reasons of space. 
Fattosta that never stops raining. May, my modesty favorite month, and June, my second favorite month to be used in the case in May did suck the dick (give me these French), are disappointing expectations of mild warmth to the skin remains unclear, picnic in the grass and drinking the night outdoors. That then I'm not complaining. Today I took any means of transport to make it back from London due to the fall of airline (I imagined a whole airline falling on the wires of the train or the tracks at first, then I said it was too catastrophic, and perhaps are the threads of the train to call the airline). Well then tornoa home, I shower and I find I have an album in ipod I did not remember, I put a beer in the fridge and all the world goes to the system, after his relentless slow circular movements that sometimes we like. I can not keep up with the music I listen to, see under The Long blondes are making me dance in place since the beginning of the beating of the post. Most of the time the album fell into obscurity of the album (ie the global folder in iTunes, a little bit of music listened to Pere Lachaise) in amigliore case scenario, you lose in the worst kind of new albums into folders (1), copy of new album, nuovinuovi, new. In short, a mess. And I always end up listening to Califano. I do not know how I managed to come to my mind but now that I keep it there. 
"Would not it be nice 
Remnants of terracotta warriors, Xi'an. The incredible thing about this site is just the idea of \u200b\u200ba treasure buried for over 2000 years accidentally discovered in 1974 by three farmers while they were digging a well. Since that day thousands of statues have been discovered, classified and restored. 
portrait with my ever-present All Star Pink Tunnel People's Square, Shanghai. With the snow and the sun in the West and East, always with me. 
Portrait with Diet Coke, Renmin Park, Shanghai. 
View of the Pearl Tower from the 88th floor of Jinmao, Pudong, Shanghai. 
Night view from the terrace of a room in a hotel I can not remember the name, Hong Kong. 
portrait version beach, Lantau, Hong Kong. Note the costume from elementary and borrowed from Madame Braghini. Despite the tons of cream, I managed to severely burned an ankle that I had forgotten ... 
Kowloon: view of Hong Kong Island. Madame series make me a picture? And she really wants to take the guy with the headphones sitting. These valleys ... SLR photographers to understand. 
Antiques Market (or pseudo) of Upper Lascar Row, Hong Kong Island. From here come the pieces went as a gift to the dear Eltorodeoro and Vronsky. 
animal market in Shanghai: a praise of fluorescence. 
Hong Kong Island, self-timer deforming night. Let's see who note the detail that characterizes Meimei .... 
Beijing Zoo: While everyone was busy watching the panda, the Chinese took me a few sights and asked me to take some pictures. I, incredulous at the beginning, I found myself sitting with children in the arms of terrified Chinese take pictures idiotic. Was it his nose burned from the hot sun the day before? 
Market Shaghai animals: in these boxes alveolar there are crickets. At the beginning the noise is deafening, thousands of crickets are cricri unison. Not to mention the guys who train them and then make them fight .... I had to stand on a chair standing in for a fight to be able to see so many people had gathered around the table. I think I did well betting. Chinese. bah. 
Self-timer with Gelato at the Temple of Heaven, Beijing. The ugly turn of themselves primarily as the inability to take decent pictures with a guidebook in hand, an ice cream and a bag. And if the guide had a decent volume, with the lonely planet from a quarter I was really unable to do anything. In exchange, the ice cream was delicious, also had a Mucchino drawn on paper. 
Liulichang, Beijing. Via very picturesque, which is lined with shops with books, antiques, brushes, all in a very suggestive atmosphere. A man was writing exercises with a giant brush dipped in water on the road full of dust, carried by the wind from the Gobi desert in those days. He wrote on the ground and ideograms lasted a photo of the moment, then slowly evaporate. Did I mention Kim ki duk and teacher who dipped the tail of a cat to paint characters on the wooden cottage on the lake. 
The Chinese are the undisputed king in the art of the skewer. They skewered everything. Always open, sometimes cooked on makeshift grills in the street with the only result that seems to be to Easter every day ... And since we are really the people most omnivorous of the world, why stop at meat, when you can do skewers of Cockroach? 
Madame Meimei and helpless on a rickshaw. Location: the taxi will download on the banks of one of three lakes in Beijing, we lose completely orientation, and we do the kilometers on foot looking for the place the night before for a drink. After losing all hope of taking the right direction, and after consulting a map, we decided to take a risk with a guy driving crazy.
A detail of the wall of the nine dragons in the Forbidden City. 
The Long Corridor in the Summer Palace, Beijing. 
stretch of the Great Wall in Mutianyu. 
Tower Zhengyang Tien'an Men Men Square in Beijing.
Meimei The cross-eyed in the morning at Starbucks, Hong Kong. Credits: Madame. 
nottorna View from the Peak of Hong Kong. None. Credits: Madame (I was just too cold to pull the camera).
Here I am. It 'happened so fast that almost does not seem true to be here to close a suitcase. And again I take this opportunity to thank those who stood by me, very close in recent years, months, days. Who shared with me the thrill of closing a long chapter of my life. I could not ask for more. Now we leave, Madame is waiting for me. We'll have news soon. And just to let you know how incredible is the month to come after Shanghai ... I anticipate that there will be Paris. I embrace you all. 
If there a camera can give a representation of my mood right now, well, this would be. These days have been filled, full color printing, Strand, booked flights, hotel selected, concerts, train journeys, moments of pure serenity, moments of panic. I know it sounds stupid argument to be something from which I can only reap the benefits, but I think everything that I carry around to push me in this state of agitation. Why were years and months and days. That tomorrow will end up in a box. We turn the page. I do not know if you heard, but tomorrow I graduate. 
Yesterday, when I am faced with an extraordinary case of modern reality. Well I'm watching a video taken by a new program on the Fox American broadcaster famous worldwide for the lowest level of programming (apart from the Simpsons as the most careful not know how to lose an opportunity to stress) and for more news crap of the world. The program in question is called The Moment of Truth: I understand that the competitor is connected to a polygraph supermodern and is forced to answer a series of very personal questions in a manner consistent with the test result (for then all this can be verified). In short, the closer we slag nationwide live more money you can win. An emblematic figure of the program, a blond competitor, a typical American girl with a lot of husband and family for moral support below. This young lady answered truthfully to questions like: Have you ever taken the faith to do in a single room?, During your marriage you epnsato in love with someone else? And above all get back with your ex boyfriend? obviously in the affirmative for the happiness of her husband in the front row. Not satisfied with the result, $ 100,000 and a troubled husband, decided to continue towards the $ 200,000 found itself in the uncomfortable position of having to answer more personal questions. And in fact, comes the big question: have you had sex outside marriage? And this says I am have to say yes. The machine to confirm the answer and she is always closer to the nest egg (and a possible divorce). But there is still a question: Do you think being a good person? Here the pathos of atrasmissione reaches its maximum: the father in tears suggests the answer to his daughter (Apure although it turned out that she has cheated in the past, money) which of course is yes, the husband is now in a state of semishock, her mother nodded an affirmative gesture. And she, contrite, now exhausted by the episode, says: I consider myself a good person. Moments of suspense. The lie gives his verdict: FALSE. The girl loses all the money. Moral of the story: the truth is within us, even though most of the time we ignore it (or better yet if h to worse things done you better not go to rubbish on TV in a program called ilmomento of truth). 
Let's face it. Just a couple glasses of white, a green pullovers, a first sun and a lollipop flavor smoothie with berries to appropriate the spirit of LA cheeky girl (do not know if you've ever browsed the magazines that show pictures of random people pecking around randomly semrpe dressed weird with a super background to tell and always tastes too hip here in LA those are always cheeky, as if the problems facing the world did not arrive in LA), too bad we were in Biella and the ocean even to pay . This last week, which then decided the time to worsen and not improve more (including today). The sky of cast iron is still too heavy to bear. And then the cast disperses heat much faster than the ceramic. For this is also bitterly cold. I started to write crap, sorry for the French because I would like to avoid checking the exit poll every two nanoseconds. As if we change something. Go to the polls knowing that you lose very chic gives an aura, is hit by a quixotic of the past. The climate in general comforts me: hundreds of disillusioned men from many different sides. I can not even arguing over policy in the bar. People exchange mutual resignation with a sad smile. On the other hand the recent outings have seen to it that yours truly managed to create a rough mental map of the highways near my house. Yes, because I have a big problem acon directions to take the highway. There are always too few signs to my taste, the kind that I wish that my destination was widely reported to release all that I do not know if we are bound to one hundred kilometers later there is also this other city that I do not know locate. And who will Gravellona Toce? 
The Daily Telegraph has compiled a list of 110 best books of history, a sort of ideal library contained in 11 categories. Among the books offered forced many choices, some interesting proposal and a little too much English literature, especially in the poetry. So I thought to draw my own personal list, trying to figure out what book I would put on top of each category proposed. And the game around you. What are the books I could not miss in your library? 
