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No, I'm not hungry. And I have not eaten pasta ... But each of these spaghetti reminds me of a path. These days I am always behind with Word and the program that allows me to draw (coming soon), but the break in the pool today, but I have come to mind many things, many many roads as long spaghetti ...

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I shall digress ...

all confirmed for the evening "... Put one evening by candlelight." Same date (July 29) the same place (the Cultural Center in Moreno M. Malle (how many "M" in this name)) same time (the 21 (laggards (the usual) permitting (which the academic quarter of an hour it gives all))).

Meanwhile news of the evening came out on Savonanews ( here) on Igv ( here), Facebook ( here) and E-zine (not here, but here ).

And incidentally: the candles are no longer 200 but 199, I tried one to see if they worked and for how long.

Renewal at all (four) readers of this blog an invitation to come (not in that sense there, filthy) and spend a nice evening with us.

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Yes, bravo Gianluca, a really great idea to forget Milan all the material for your thesis! The beginning of the work is then postponed until tomorrow afternoon ...

What did I do these days looking after my beautiful day at the beach end of June? Everything. I studied, I returned to Milan, I gave (the last) review of Commercial Law, I debuted at La Scala (in public eh!), I saw the beautiful Toy Story 3, I went shopping, prepared for the latest things return (obviously not all ...) and saw the beautiful Sansiro Ligabue in concert! So yesterday I came home, enjoying a beautiful afternoon in the pool! And now? Dunno, I get by ... Obviously, I'm studying all this (now short) Summer ... And I would say many things artistic.

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Put one night ... Candlelight

Five poets (or assumed), two musicians (the good ones, and also good in putting scum like us), took two hundred candles at Ikea.

But above all the desire to spend a nice evening, nothing difficult. And nothing more difficult.

There is reason to thank the Cultural Centre, it is to thank all the participants, it is to thank in advance the public who wants to intervene. There is also to thank the neighbors, the evening will follow if the windows overlooking the garden of the Centre.

Above all, there to light the famous two hundred candles above (hopefully someone will remember to bring matches or at least a good lighter ...).

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I am the egg man We are the egg men I am the walrus

have never been able to understand, even though we have passed over more than a couple of sleepless nights , John Lennon what he meant by that phrase "I am the egg man / We are the egg men / I am the walrus. "

probably the real meaning of these verses has never even knew him. poterglielo shame not to ask in person.

I tried to ask Google, he said to ask Yahoo Answers. A little 'as some parents: "Mom, can I go to the birthday of Luke?" "Ask your father" "Pa', I can go to Luke's birthday?" "Ask your mother."

One thing I know is, however, those who knew the meaning of these mysterious words, the programmers of the game "Sonic the Hedgehog" for Sega Mega Drive. Do you remember the final boss? called "Dr. Eggman, and a coincidence is a walrus, a walrus.

The problem is that now I do not know what it means either.

Nor have we shared a 1967 song and a video game of 1991.

Some might note that John Lennon once made use of some drugs.

You know Sonic? A blue hedgehog that runs faster than sound must collect shiny rings that are suspended in the air and beat a walrus called "Dr. Eggman" after going through levels that even Piranesi, full of improbable crab ball with eyes and flowers sputazzano fireballs.

There is a place that even the programmers saw it did, maybe more than sometimes.

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Air leak

5:04 pm UTC

The continuous and monotonous repetition of a single noise of machinery, pistons, gear wheel, rotating and gliding organisms, over time, become known as a music and you'll hardly longer the case.

's why any discordant note jumping to your ear, any variation from the scheme is perceived as his fingers felt immediately a pebble in a handful of fine sand.

The noise, the most appalling noise that may feel in a space station be suspended in the void of the sky: the hiss sputacchiante of an air leak.

For an astronaut means almost certain death, not a glorious death in battle or the less martial but no less heroic after taking a long fight against the disease. And not even death caused by the incurable disease most of all, life itself, when you stretch so much to become thin and discard the leaves as the season ended.

Death vacuum is painful and violent asphyxia: the human body, made to withstand the weight of the atmosphere constantly, and you tend suddenly deforms, the tensions between the internal organs no longer balanced by the pressure lacerate the skin, the ribs on the break out with a series of snaps repeated, her eyes burst with two "plop " spreading around parts of the brain and blood and stuff. You do not die of suffocation , in the vacuum of space, you do not die from the cold. They die because they explode.

feel the hiss fatal, as clear as a trumpet on the background of low well-regulated machine, I shuddered.

Fortunately I am on a space station but in a sawmill, and the noise I hear is not a fatal loss of the hull but a tube leading compressed air that is broken. I press the button to stop the machine, close the air outlet, insert as an indicator of safety at work of the emergency button, I take a screwdriver from the box and a new tube.

My colleague further down the line, lights a cigarette. It can not smoke in here, but nobody says anything and besides we are careful to turn off the butt well.

The life of a worker is not subject to certain emotions, but at least one is not likely to explode spreading around their internal organs. Or get a hole in the skull micrometeorites. Or to burn in the fire of a tank of compressed oxygen. Or some other horrible death.

course remains a risk of injury from machinery, but just to be careful.

I'm very careful, do not want someone to collect pieces bloody me around the plant .

Not that I was an astronaut.

Even the salary is nothing compared .