The Piano Tuner Of Earthquakes

As seen in Trieste on November 27th, 2005







The fact that i took pictures while viewing probably counts as a rather positive review.
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Geopolitics at the post office

While i was next in the post office queue last friday, a little girl skipped right in front of me and went straight to the counter. I didn't say a word because i already knew her: palestinian, no more than 15 years old, a mix of shyness and enthusiasm coming from beneath her black chador. Also because i was the only one in the queue, anyway.
She produced a letter with an address in both arabic and beautifully hand-written latin alphabet, and said to the lady behind the counter "Per la Palestina, per favore".
The lady took the envelope and turned towards the large pricebook behind her. She looked up the country at the letter P, but said "...non esiste..."
A colleague came up and half-whispered "Israele" to her.
"Ah!" she replied, and promptly produced a stamp.

Biting political commentary, i thought as i helped the girl find the right size of coin from her tiny purse.

...awkwaaaard...

(Yes, i also think it's disgusting)

Critical Commentary

In conversation with my dad:

Him: "Oh, we went to the pictures last night"
Me: "That's nice, what did you see?"
Him: "March of the penguins. Stupid beasts."

Useful, for future reference.

fred: ...And then i had a tsingtao beer...
me: pfffff.
fred: what's so funny?
me: Tsingtao beer. It's not good. It's not bad. It just makes you laugh like hell.

The Great Sunday Traffic Jam of 2005

So since i've been asked to post more pictures of Duino, i've decided to release into the wild these images of what was probably the biggest event to have occurred here this year: The Great Sunday Twelve O'Clock Traffic Jam of October the Twenty-Third, in the year of Two Thousand and Five.

For i can say that i was there, that i saw it, and even better: i was in the eye of the storm! For i was (gasp!) a passenger in one of the vehicles involved, and thus had a chance to step outside and take these historical pictures!
(All images open in a new window because i finally figured out how to make them do that.)


Above: Three buses! On a sunday! Notice the cars illegally parked on the sidewalk, at left in the picture.


Above: Our car (actually Pino's Skoda) as it wondered how, if ever, it was to get out of this mess.
Below: Passengers of the car behind us, other participants of that day's expedition to Slovenia, visibly excited with their priviledged place in history being written. Notice the approving thumbs.



Epilogue: The Great Sunday Traffic Jam of Sezana, October 23rd 2005, after lunch.

A much tidier affair.

Separated at birth?

Mu-Tron Bi-Phase Phaser Effect Processor, as played by Kraftwerk(among others) in the '70s,


And

Combinaison Spaciale EP, as published by Pizzicato Five in 1996.

I'd never noticed the similarity until today, as i browsed a gallery of equipment used by Kraftwerk in the seventies which i'd downloaded off someone on Soulseek (the gallery, not the instruments). Which isn't very bright 'cause there are pictures of the machine in the cd booklet and i'd never noticed those either.

Another thing i didn't know is that Florian Schneider apparently continued playing synth-flute on stage even during their tours in the eighties, but that's something i'm not really 100% certain about(this picture sure looks mid-seventies to me, but who am i to argue with how some guy on the internet archives his shared image folders?), and hope to eventually find some proof.



I also wonder what that washing machine is doing behind him.

Outdaleked

Last friday,while i was busy getting all excited about getting free stuff in the mail from my favourite band, little did i know that in london, in those very same moments my best friend was personally experiencing one of my greatest childhood dreams:

She saw a Dalek.



A real live Dalek. Hiding in a corner of her academy for reasons yet undiscovered.
Although a bit startled by this -and reasonably so- she managed to take a picture and send me it, at risk of extermination.

This proves that no matter how cool your day may be, somebody somewhere is having a cooler one. And fate will do its best to make you green with envy as soon as you get to know about it.

Holy Free Samples, Batman!

Oh my god, i'm a mod.