(Sans Titre)

Her: How...how did it happen?
Me: Well, i was in Lasko and...
Her: Ok, understood.

To the ten thousandth visitor who came by last night

Reading the punctuation in my old posts is like dying a small death.
And i don't mean that in the good way.

There is no solution because there is no problem

"The content or importance of a painting cannot be evaluated with words. No language can be found to speak about painting. Painting is a language in itself. One form of expression cannot be translated by another form of expression. To say the least the original message will be completely distorted, no matter what one wants to say about it."

-M. Duchamp, in A. Schwarz, 1969

"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture"

-F. Zappa, attrib.

(this last quote may also have been said by anyone ranging between Clara Schumann and Steve Martin, but in this context it is nice to believe it was Zappa)

Lasko-bound

In less than an hour, i will be leaving for the Lasko Festival. For those not in the know, this is something like that pamplona bulls thing but with beer instead of the bulls.
I don't really have a very clear idea about where (or even if) i'll be waking up in the next couple of days, but that doesn't really matter. As always, my last will and testament is in a .txt file on my desktop should the need arise.
Updates are, however, to be expected.

Undescribable.

We interrupt the awkward silence to post three pictures of an object my mother found at the top of a donated book bin, and deemed too good for charity thus bringing it home for all to appreciate.



This pocket-sized booklet, filled to the brim of useful tips for a saintly lifestyle, was printed in Boston(USA) in 1909. The first edition, however, dates back to 1887. This is the fourth reprint.

Here's a closeup of the central symbol. I sure hope the text within delivers all it's promising.



Much as it's fun to mock this thing, i can't help noticing how beautiful the cover layout is. And the exterior's texture has a certain endearing quality to it.

And finally, i decided to accompany all this beauty with yet another fallen myth. This fake red army insignia pin was given to me by someone who actually believed it to be genuine. It's visibly in good company now.

Yes, the french aren't our only problem

At the supermarket counter, yesterday afternoon. The players: Myself, confused blonde girl in front of me.

Me: Scusi, Lei è in fila?
Her: ... (blank stare)
Me: Are you in this queue?
Her: I...I don't know...
Me: Are you from the United States?
Her: Yes.
Me: Oh, i'm so, so sorry.

So i passed her by and went on to pay.

The Weekend Something-Or-Other

i finally set up a little page to keep available downloads tidy: here it is. I'll be leaning stuff there temporarily, usually for a week or so etc. Things here will continue regularly with mp3s being offered any time i have an excuse to, but they'll be mirrored there for clarity.

Also, i'd recently been thinking of switching from Haloscan's comment system to Blogger's built-in one, because Haloscan only held messages for six months. But now they've decided to make them permanent and all old comments are back, so Halocan stays. Which is good, because blogspot's comments get tons of spam and would have needed moderation, something i'm too lazy to cope with.

And finally, check out these beautiful pictures of Gato from Babsi's Travelogue.

Goodbye Rose

We'll miss you.

Who says the best punchlines are taken?

Her: Are you single?
Him: No.
Her: Where's your girlfriend right now?
Him: I can't disclose this information.
Her: Robin, are you single?
Me: Yes.
Her: Why?
Me: Fuck you.

There's always a first time.

Home, evening. Personnages: Mother, myself.

me: I'm taking the car.
her: Sure, where are you going?
me: Just to a birthday in monfalcone, maybe somewhere alse afterwards if things get boring.
(long pause)
Good lord, i actually just told the truth.

Doubts extrapolated from a notebook

They say [Matta interviewed by Cecilia Sredni de Birbragher, Revista Nexus, Bogotà Jan/Mar 1998] that if you take a chicken and draw a line on the ground in front of it with a piece of chalk, it'll stay there and won't move until something else happens.
So, i wonder, what would happen if you did the same thing with a human, say, with an old lady? If while she's walking in the street you just run over and mark a line on the ground in front of her? Will she also stand there until something else happens, not knowing what to do? Or would she carefully try to walk around the line?
In a perfect world i'd stand next to her, pull a gun out and shoot in the air.
And watch her sprint.

Hand

Detail of spontaneous collective ouvre (now destroyed).
Former mental institute of San Giovanni(TS), 21.06.06

The new trend in Duino this summer

Is walking around town carrying a bucket and two bottles full of water with you. Yes, i said Water.

Good news, friends!

Futurama returns!

Coded Message

RLF1stPS21.9 (So Be It.)

It's Official!

My neighbour has ducks!

Hey, kids! It's the Weekend Download!

We love Kahimi Karie here at WGD Central. And after listening to this, so will you.


(KK, White Sands, New Mexico.)

Kahimi Karie - Blue Orb (183kps vbr 5.00Min Mp3, 7Mb approx.)
From the Minna Daisuki Katamari Damacy Soundtrack, 2005. A tribute album for a videogame, why don't they do these things here in the west too?
This track has been stuck in my (borrowed cheap second-hand 128Mb) Mp3player for two weeks already, and it won't surprise me if it stays there for most of the summer.

Argh.

Famous astrophysicist Stephen Hawking said Thursday that the late Pope John Paul II once told scientists they should not study the beginning of the universe because it was the work of God.

(Via PvP)
(No, really)

Mark my words. If i ever get my own tv program or get to read the news on tv, i *swear* i'll introduce the big guy in the funny hat as "Reknowned integralist catholic leader Joseph Ratzinger*, also known by his followers as 'The Pope'".
Oooh, i can't wait. And of course i'd be underlining quotation marks with my fingers.

(*or whoever's up for the job by then)

See me, hear me

The albums i've most listened to on my pc according to Last.fm

(Picture above modified to comply a little bit more with my personal tastes)

Oh, and there's something i keep forgetting to tell: You too can listen to "my radio" for free until the end of this month! Just because they had messed some things i didn't even notice up and decided to give me a subscriber account to compensate. all you have to do is go to the site, install the (safe, unobtrusive and extremely small) miniplayer and then click Here. Or on the appropriate link at my user page. Some kind of account creation may also be necessary, but that's not really a problem.
I wouldn't usually be plugging a site this much, but i've been using it constantly for the past few days and really getting a blast out of it. Just wanted to share the fun.

Edit: First one to correctly identify all albums pictured above will be mocked thoroughly but will also probably win something stupid if i feel like it.

(P.S.: The webmaster is currently way, way behind schedule with certain projects. Waaay behind. Which means that posting on this blog...will be just as erratic as always, but slightly more irresponsible since i've theorically got better things to do.)

Trenitalia Flashbacks

Train to Rome, a couple weeks ago. Two pretty girls get on the train at Padova station, come next to where i'm sitting, look at the seat reservations on their tickets, look at me, and one of them speaks for both:
Her: I think we should be sitting there
Me: (looks at them, smiles) Yes, i think so too.

However.
They sit, they extract reading material. A tabloid-gossip mag, and a crossword booklet. The one solving crosswords made a slightly better impression, at least some brainwork was involved.

However.
16 Horizontal. Three letter word. Starts with "C".
Her: "Definition: US Secret Service. Hmmm..."

She then fills the gaps with the letters CSI.
And that was when i decided i was better off when i was sitting on my own.