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Italian Psycho

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.
A hug.

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triggered the contest here!

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.
the luckier I'll give the screensaver inspired header of the slaughterhouse. The Meimei set as a screensaver phone itself. ... And then call it narcissistic disorder ....

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Stay hungry, Stay foolish pt.I

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.

"I am honored to be here with you today at your commencement from one of the best universities in the world. I did not ever graduate. Indeed, to say the truth, this is the closest thing to a college graduation I've ever gotten. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. Everything here, nothing exceptional: only three storie.La first story is about the puntini.Ho dropped out of Reed College after the first half, but then I continued to attend so for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? E 'started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, and made sure everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. But when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So who then became my adoptive parents and who were on the waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "Is there a baby boy, not provided. do you want him?" They said: "Certainly." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never finished high school. He refused to sign the final adoption papers. Then he relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.Diciassette years later I went to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all the savings of my parents ended up paying me for the tuition. After six months, I could not see any real opportunities. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and how college could help me understand. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire working life. So I decided to drop out and trust that everything would be fine. It was very difficult time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute that I let go out I could stop taking the courses that did not interest me and begin to occur in classes that I found most interessanti.Non was all roses, though. I did not have a dorm room, and I slept on the floor rooms of my friends. Earned money to the seller bringing the empty bottles of Coca Cola for five cents deposits to buy food. Once a week, on Sunday evening, I walked for seven miles across town to finally have a good meal at the Hare Krishna temple, the only one of the week. But much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and my intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you a esempio.Il Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was hand written with beautiful calligraphy. Because I had dropped the normal classes, I decided I would then take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif, the difference between the spaces that separate the different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great text. It was wonderful, in a way that science can offer, because it was artistic, beautiful, historical, and I found it affascinato.Nessuna of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But then, ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And it all into the Mac . It 'was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped out of college and then I had not in on that single course, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or the possibility of proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it is likely that there would be any personal computer with those capabilities. If I had not dropped out of college, I could never in on this calligraphy class and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Certainly at the time when I was in college it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward. But it became very, very clear ten years later, when I was able to look back. Again, you can not connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that somehow, in the future, the dots will. You must believe in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This type of approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. "

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Someone to drive you home (or Morgan idol of the masses)

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.

What then all women of that age who are frail 30 (+ / - 5) fell in love with Morgan again these ores cold spring through pooh that drive that I have never seen except in short passages. Of again because clearly above the women of marriageable age, when they were born Bluvertigo-age hormone Ameglio mad and so Morgan could turn their appetite pseudofilosofico busy. Okay, I speak for me. Well I've always liked Morgan. In his narcissistic-histrionic personality disorder. In his total self-centeredness. In his bad taste in clothes / tricks / wigs. In his desperate attempt to stand behind what 'Another well put. My destiny is intertwined Morgan several times in the past, not only in the typical spectator-stage version, but in several completely random and direct meetings. (Once even asked him if having to give up someone, he would choose Nietzsche or Plato. In short robe of a certain level. Do not laugh on, I was 15 at that time). However, the last interview given to the Bible, reveals a Marco Castoldi destroyed. He, who dreamed of having a family of other times, you have found a Yoko Ono of the poor (who tralaltro seems to have been the cause of the dissolution of Sixpence None The Richer), who sees his beloved little daughter, that he received false promises of 'love broken by the arrival of messages arrived accidentally pushed him but addressed to other recipients. A man apart. One man. Without hope. Morgan if you need, call. There are a host of women ready to cook a hot meal and tuck. I promise, this time no questions on Plato.

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Opportunity makes the thief

For Series cases offer the opportunity of life today makes the thief. A few days ago I called a dear friend, always a prey to mental elocubrazioni, all excited and tells me how to chance the boyfriend had forgotten his Mobile handy in her purse. What better time to be able to meet the terrible desire to go digging into the private sphere of his companion? That is not so much a diary, a book, a wallet, which may already meet the very deepest desire to snoop into the lives of others and in the past, but the cell from hell that thing which is not removed anything, that does not stop the deviltry never play, night and day, which seems quell'affarino we can unlock the most dangerous secrets. In short, she is doing? Even knowing that remain unpunished, turns it off. Because if you think about it, trust someone else doing good to ourselves rather than to the person. I said this yesterday when in the throes of a crisis by trying to find approval for the lost opportunity flagellation. Trust, and trust I will not say to become blind and deaf, makes us better. And it also avoids a lot of unnecessary pain. With this I'll never be the policy "it is better not to know." E 'right to know, but knowing just what we rigurda directly.
And now you turn the question? What would you have done? Or better yet what you did in similar situations that you are not old gelosoni else?