Thursday, November 29, 2007

Installing A Motor On A Go Kart Dune Buggy

Coffee-Flavoured Hot Water

living now for a little bit abroad, I realized how to work the three Italian products abroad for excellence: pasta, pizza and coffee. Or rather, the three products Italian food, because the three Italian products are excellent for the Mafia, football corrupt and cunning of the typical Italian-who-think-smart-in-the-Italian-all-but- the-others-are-suckers.
pasta, pizza and coffee as we conceive them in Italy, abroad are quite different. Worse, of course. Pasta is one thing that all terms on the boxes and envelopes are associated with the product in pure Italian (spaghetti, "" penne "," ribbed pipe "," Butterflies, "" Lasagna ", which even then sanno pronunciarla la parola "lasagne", che cacchio ce lo scrivono a fare?), mentre se poi vai a leggere gli ingredienti o qualsiasi altra cosa, tutto il resto è in lingua straniera. La Marca Italiana di pasta in Olanda è Grand'Italia, una marca assolutamente ignota in Italia (e ci sarà un motivo). Non ho ancora avuto modo di scoprire come viene cucinata qui la pasta, ma sinceramente per una qualche ragione preferirei rimanere nell'ignoranza.
La pizza è quella cosa che secondo un qualsiasi non italiano è sufficiente che sia di forma approssimativamente tonda, con formaggio al posto della mozzarella, con ingredienti casuali sopra che più non c'entrano un cazzo l'uno con l'altro e meglio è, per essere chiamata "pizza". Wood stoves not even talking about it, at least not here in Holland. Let's leave that kind of entity is pizza in America, where it is normally eaten cold for breakfast the night before from surplus (and who does it in Italy is unquestionably a monster ).
Coffee is that dark thing that the more the better (as a friend of Dario Baldambembo). Outside Italy, it is common ground now, do not drink coffee, but a watery gruel flavored coffee. So much so in fact that only outside Italy feels the need to distinguish between coffee and espresso , since in Italy the coffee is expressed. The beauty is which even expressed abroad is a real espresso. It 'only a watery gruel flavored coffee, but a little' less watery coffee above. There is no way to make him understand that coffee is a beverage to be sipped in tall glass. It is not just a drink , fuck! As for pasta, even for coffee all the terms related to coffee are always written in Italian ("restricted", "long", "short", "latte"). As if they understood the difference. Here in Holland people are interfaced with the coffee in three distinct categories: those who want to drink it Italian at all costs (but then remain strangely puzzled when they discover that express itself is so little and so strong), and those who drink it only if there is at least half a pint in the glass, and finally those that Italians are a bit 'too fixated with their stupid coffee who the hell will be so special as they desperately want their coffee, stupid Italians maniacs. Proof that what I'm saying is all true is that anywhere outside the Italian borders to find a coffee bar that cost less than one euro is quite impossible. More expensive oil, and is definitively a ciofeche (as someone said ).

Friday, November 23, 2007

Brazilian Wax Black Women

Elefanti rosa

The Best sequence in cinema history for an animated film.
Fear and Loathing.
1941.



Pink Elephants on Parade
I'm here! They're here!
pink elephants I already

Here they are marching three by three
Down here there's
scene reaching up and down
I'm here! They're here!
continue to advance as MAR

Marciano
sway here and there Pink elephants I
van
What shall I do? What will I do?
Where can I flee?
I have no terror of worms
Neither snake nor germs
But the elephants round
fan I shudder!
I'm not the type to be scared that I fainted
Neither
But see me I appear
pink elephants So bad it makes me ill

Send him away! Send them away!
How horrible, that terror
The pink elephants noooo!
Save me!
Save me!
Save me ...
Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade
Here They Come!
Hippety hoppety
They're here and there Pink elephants everywhere

Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed On Their head

Clippety cloppety

Arrayed in braid Pink elephants on parade
What will I do? What will I do? What an unusual view

I can stand the sight of worms
And look at microscopic germs
But technicolor pachyderms
Is really too much for me
I am not the type to faint
When things are odd or things are quaint
But seeing things you know that ain't
Can certainly give you an awful fright
What a sight!
Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away!
I'm afraid, need your aid
Pink elephants on parade
Pink elephants...
Pink elephants...
Pink elephants...

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Chocolate Brown Wedding Suits

Apocalypse soon

Non me n'ero reso account, but only recently realized that I have returned to the Backstreet Boys, Take That are back, the Spice Girls are back. Now only missing East 17, * N Synk, the Blue and the terrible Boyzone. Brrr! Oh, and of course, is also expected the reunion of the first boy band in history, the Beatles, even though everyone knows that this is now impossible, because of the notorious death of Paul McCartney in 1966. Although I must say that his double is doing a great job.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Bumps On Chest-herpes

A me del calcio

The last recent episode of football-related crime is yet another confirmation that a certain level of football is no longer a sport, it is no longer a long time. E 'business, merchandising, politics, immagine da un lato, una droga che ottenebra le menti dall'altro. Gli ultras è gente che vive per il calcio (come se il calcio fosse un valore per cui vivere), gente che a causa di una malformazione particolare ancora da studiare non è in grado di far stare contemporaneamente nel cervello calcio e sangue, calcio e buon senso, calcio e civiltà. Quindi per definizione l'ultrà è contro la polizia, contro l'intera categoria, colpevole di limitare la sua libertà di espressione (ammesso che i fumogeni, gli insulti, le battaglie contro la tifoseria avversaria, a sua volta colpevole di non tifare l'unica squadra che è permesso tifare ovvero quella dell'ultrà, abbiano qualcosa a che fare with the expression). Therefore, after the killing of Gabriele Sandri, the mass ultras gave vent to his anger with a rude guerrilla fire & flames. Anger? Anger at what? Almost none of them knew Gabriele Sandri and almost none of them care about anything serious of his death, the death of Gabriele Sandri as Gabriele Sandri. They care about the death of Gabriele Sandri as a fan, become blind with rage because Police kills Supporters ( not because a policeman killed a fan).
And now the way for the carousel already heard and already experienced: stop football for a year, prohibiting transfers, Dual controls, we close the stadiums. Bah, all the rivers of words that will be spent in these days are empty, the league resumes in two weeks as usual and as always it will all be back as before.
I in my small way I contribute to my not following football.
When is the game of spin the bottle brush and become Olympic sport?