Autore: paolo

there’s an interesting conversation that’s going across various italian weblogs, and in order to throw my 2c in i think i’ll break my unwritten rule to post in english and switch to native language mode, for the english only readers out there (to the extent that you exist) why dont’ ya learn some italian too… there’s an interesting world of blogging here as you’d check out in www.bloggando.com

Tutto inizio’ con il post del laPizia sui trentenni, e sulle mutazioni o atteggiamenti che avvengono in questa eta’ soprattutto se poi uno comincia a mettere su famiglia etc. Se concordo sul fatto che ci siano persone che siano vecchie dentro anche quando sono giovani fuori o che pateticamente cercano di sembrare dei bambinoni anche se la carta identita’ non lo rispecchia, non necessariamente penso cio’ accada automaticamente al passaggio negli ‘enta o perche’ uno si sposa, e oltretutto che cio’ segni comunque un’appiattimento ed un ingrigimento della vita. Mi viene in mente una persona che ho conosciuto quando io avevo 25 anni e lui 10 + di me , sposato , con un bambino di due anni e perfettamente coerente nell’ essere papa’ e poi dedicarsi ad attivita’ quali la camminata sui carboni ardenti o lo studio delle pratiche sciamaniche.

Mi piace molto la sincerita’ della Pizia e di Vanessa nel prendere posizione sul tema, certo se uno mette su famiglia solo perche’ cosi’ risolve una bella serie di problemi materiali (dallo stirare al cucinare), piuttosto perche’ generazionalmente succede cosi’ o perche’ i genitori o altri vorrebbero cosi’ o in ultima analisi perche’ uno ha paura di rimanere solo e l’idea di dying alone and being found three weeks later eaten by an Alsatian come dice Bridget Jones non e’ proprio allettante, beh tutto cio e’ alquanto triste, ma… concordo con Eva che dice che “qui forse ci si dimentica che uno si sposa per amore” e con il post di Rillo che oltretutto viene come dire per esperienza sul campo, io quell’esperienza non ce l’ho pero’ saro’ ottimista o illuso, ma penso che l’amore esista, anche se gioca a nascondino o e’ un po’ stanco

coming back to that previous post about Bridget Jones’s diary , the movie, well this ain’t a review , so i’d just say , yes the movie is nice, even if i was maybe expecting even more brilliant after all the talkabout surrounding the release, Bridget character is really well depicted with her, how’d i say, naivete’ maybe. what else, see well i’d have said shortly :i am bridget jones but that isn’t exact, indeed i’m not blonde 😉 of course i fit in the age time frame and marital status and this could open up a whole huge debate about being 30something and enough clueless ehm i mean with a wide range of opportunities that necessarily need evaluation and subsequent action

you know those moments when you’ve many things on your mind and just can’t focus and hopefully put in writing something just a little meaningful ? that’s me right now

don’t have oral sex in Zambia ! that reminds me of a passage in Bridget Jones’s diary i just saw yesterday about some sex practices illegal in some countries , more serious (?) comment on the movie later, now it’s breakfast time ,uhm looking at the watch i guess i didn’t adjust to coming back from standard time after daylight saving since i woke up at 7.30 on a sunday morning…

to continue on the topic of previous post, one of the things that can increase that mood is the lack of some well deserved vacation or the growing distance since the last relevant off period. and thinking a while , this year is almost elapsed with nothing really noteworthy on that line, and to find a good memory of at least 3 weeks away at some thousand miles from home i’ve to go to my trip in the midwest USA in 1999… ah to go horseback riding on the prairies or just drive on endless higways… too bad that with the recent facts, travelling is something say a little more problematic, and so in the meantime only our bytes do travel acroos the globe

there’s an almost direct correlation between lenght of my beard and the degree of “scazzo” It’s quite hard to find the english equivalent to this italian term , browsing trough imood.com i don’t really find a good term (maybe due to my poor english dictionary), but to give you, non italian readers, a clue, i’ll tell ya this is a complex and multidimensional mood vector that has to do with a certain degree of feeling zoned out, tired and just a little bit cranky, got it ? and coming back to the original opening line, i’ve 3 days of shaving in arrear… that explains why i’m quite confortable listening to radiohead right now, but i’m relatively over the hump of the last few days i reached i guess on sunday afternoon when i, or maybe better, my car, had a close smashing encounter with a not so small flying creature… maybe i’ll tell you another time

i seldom click on banners but this time i did and stumbled into a site with some live recordings of Springsteen, with also videos in DivX format, that makes me hungry for bandwith since with my poor 56k modem i’ll end up being connected for days. and for the rest i’m just too tired to be connected for long so my big plan for the weekend is to sleep and rest, it ain’t exactly exciting but i need it, just like the batteries of my laptop at 12% charge, not to mention the fact that i need some diet after two amazing tasteful yet though dinners in a week here and there

reading flamingpxl blog i suddenly remember of that song, you know those nice intriguing songs you get on the radio and start wondering who’s singing, and as nice toys i’m also curious to see what’s behind, to”open it up” to get the riff and that kinda things, so i remember i looked for a tab and played a while… that was uhm something like 3 years ago… gasp