On the second Saturday in November I stood atop Winslow Hill and imagined myself as an autumn leaf, vulnerable, light as a feather, about to be blown away into yonder.  With hurricane force winds blasting in from the sea, the whole of Bowleaze Cove was a bubbling mass of white water.  As I tried to photograph the scene, with just a fraction of zoom lens protruding, my camera bucked and weaved like a rebellious stallion while the wind and the rain took its revenge on me.

Later that day I went to worship once again at the awesome reality of Chesil Beach in a force 10 when the waves provide the thunder and the spray the lightning.  Behind me the valley was brimming with rain and hunkering down for the worst storm of the year.

Three days later and I’m strolling due south across the centre of the valley.  The dogs are hunting and quartering in front of me.  On my left the deep shadows are playing games in amongst the strip lynchets.  On my right a wondrous and idyllic tableau is formed by the White Horse and a field full of sheep.  Underfoot is sticky and soggy as the rainwater drains down from the hill.  Ahead of me the A353 snakes across the lip of the valley and I wonder when the next motorcyclist will be severely injured up there.  It happens on a fortnightly basis and what does the Highway Authority do?  Absolutely nothing of course.  Dorset County Council sits on its fat, collective, complacent backside while young people are grotesquely mutilated on dangerous roads.  It is nothing short of blatant, inexcusable negligence.

So while the valley is a cure for many of the stresses and strains of everyday life, it is not apart from them.  In fact, I make a plea to all driving south down the A353 to look left towards the sea.  Paradise Valley is far too distracting.

Up on the hill, the yellow gorse flowers are back and I’m marvelling again at the hardiness of the sheep.  When Capone, Carla and I go up there for an hour and a half we come back and spend the rest of the day in heated shelter.  Recently, we’ve had as long a spell of consistently high winds as I can remember.  I hate to think what it must be like for those sheep at 3 o’clock in the morning!

In an hurrah to the height of the pheasant season, this morning Carla demonstrated the superiority of her nose and hunting skills.

We climbed up and over the hump that sits on the northern shoulder of White Horse Hill.  Coming down the far side is a favourite place for deer but Carla hunted high and low to no avail.

Out into the main field where the stubbl;e is thick from the last crop of barley and suddenly she’s put up a hen pheasant, fluttering back up to the hump.  Then there are three breaking from cover, another back up the hump and two curling round towards me.  The third is rising, screaming, soaring as I swing right through it and see a clear 20 feet of lead before I pull the trigger.

Another is up quartering me from right to left, accelerating and rising, actually beneath me due to the lie of the land but tumbled cleanly out of the air as another pair break right and the last one falls to my second barrel.  Carla looks bright, fulfilled and chuffed to bits.

Of course no dogs, birds or people were injured in the making of this film that plays only on the ultimate high definition, widescreen inside your head.  Everything except the birds and the dog were imaginary!

Depois de muitas trocas de sms, resolvemos que estava na altura de nos conhecermos.

Pela descrição não parecia mau de todo: morena, cabelo preto pelos ombros, olhos azuis (adoro olhos azuis), relativamente alta (1,70 mt.) e uns kgs a mais.

Á hora marcada lá estava eu no local combinado. Passado poucos minutos vi alguem a aproximar-se que correspondia á descrição!

Bingo, era mesmo ela! Realmente era altinha, tinha uns olhos azuis mais bonitos que a minha imaginação tinha alcançado,mas (tinha que haver um mas…) tinha certamente mais kgs  do que eu gostaria que tivesse. O lado bom é que tinha um bom par de mamas (outro dos meus pontos fracos) e os kgs até eram bem distribuidos.

Fomos beber um café e tentar conhecer um pouco aquela mulher que tinha alimentado o meu imaginário durante dias. A conversa não estava a fluir como nos sms e notei que ela parecia distante e desinteressada. A atmosfera não era  a melhor e havia alturas que queria fugir dali!

O panorama já não era bom e quando passado uma hora ela disse que tinha que ir embora porque tinha outras coisa combinadas,as minhas suspeitas foram confirmadas. Aquele encontro estava a ser uma seca e eu possivelmente fiquei muito abaixo das espectativas que ela tinha criado sobre mim.

Despedi-me dela sem grandes esperanças. Fui para casa, refleti sobre o que tinha falhado e se era capaz de foder aquela mulher que não tinha qualquer intimidade comigo nem um corpo como eu gostava que tivesse. A conclusão foi que era capaz, afinal até era gira e aquela par de mamas até me fazia esquecer o resto.

Já o meu pensamento andava por outros lados, quando recebo um sms e advinhem de quem? Era a Carla a desculpar-se por não estar nos seus melhores dias. Aceitei sem problemas e passei o resto da noite na conversa com ela por sms já com alguma pimenta e canela pelo meio.

Pelos vistos ainda á esperança de ter aquelas mamas nas minhas mãos!!!

Moviegoers are expressing their terror at the prospect of what has been dubbed the ’scariest movie ever’ hitting their screens in the near future.

One cinema fan said: “I can’t believe they are letting Carla Bruni star in a film. I am absolutely petrified – I’m not sure I will be able to watch it the whole way through.”

The film, titled Carlanormal Activity, is the story of a husband and wife who buy a seemingly harmless property.

Soon, abnormal events start to occur – such as the husband becoming President of France and the pair being attacked by the ghostly spectre of Jacques Chirac.

At the end of the film, Bruni prepares to release another album of solo music. Viewers reported being unable to sleep for several days after hearing it.

Grand emprunt, grand débat, Grand Paris, grande victoire, grandes réformes, etc., il n’a que ce mot à la bouche.

Par ailleurs, est-ce lui qui a acheté en catimini de gré à gré à l’issue d’une vente aux enchères le portrait de sa femme par Michel Comte?

Merci à Arrêt sur images pour l’idée.

It started about a couple of weeks ago when invitations to parties started to fill our calendar.  And how can we resist such an offer, especially after a long day of shooting.  Wedding season is over (but there are still TONS to edit) but we are now busy as ever at our studio.  So this past weekend, we had two great back to back sessions at Flash Cube.  The first is a family of 5, with a super hot mom, kids and hubby.  And the second was an ultra-chic and modern business woman.  I will post their pictures sometime this week.  So stay tuned! 

But back to eating, we ended our busy weekend with a delicious meal, food made with love.  And you can only find that kind of food at grandma’s house!    It was a late lunch-early dinner kinda get-together but it lasted from 2:30pm-6:30pm (with lots and lots and lots of wine!)  Mmmmmm….

Assorted Winter Squash Soup

Artichoke, Asparagus Mixed Greens in a light lemon vinaigrette

Award-Winning Beef Bourguignon cuit avec deux boutteilles de vin rouge

Assiette de Fromages (served with red called “Le Clos St.-Emmanuel”)

And the desserts…well I have a sweet tooth, so I raced towards the direction of where the sweet table was set-up and had only realized after the cake(s) were eaten that I had forgotten to take pictures!!

So go ahead, drink, eat and be merry!  And if I were you, don’t wait until the weekend!

for carla - DC metro's newest resident pinay

your eyes still carry san diego sunsets
your skin still awaits west coast weather
but the cold crashes against your core
shattering all senses of center
this homesick homechick

stares at streams of stilled images
pixelated people
running skype like running water
you need both to live
sometimes survive

AIM closer to home
sleeping with the computer on
because it replaces what’s closer
to becoming erased
if you don’t savor it
you might not save it

i know it’s tough
to be in a Dehydrating City
that DisConnects you
from oceans full of support
but here, you must make waves

i told you that it took me three weeks
to turn wishful thinking
into teachable moments
prescription packages
of self-empowerment

homesickness only heals
with caplets of time
imbibe seconds slowly
chase with dreams
and the restlessness will liquidate

Welcome to the East Coast, Carla! I know it’s not easy and I know it’s easier for me to say as someone who’s leaving this place in 12 days (yup, the countdown is on and poppin). But until then, we’ll own this city one museum, one FAIL jumping picture and one inside joke at a time. Staying indefinitely has got to be a blessing. You will do well here. I believe it!

FAIL jump in FRONT of the Lincoln Memorial. You can't even see it! photo by Carla (jerk) Pineda

janice.

Hmm… was hab ich eigentlich diese Woche gemacht? Und wieso ist schon wieder Samstag – bzw. warum ist überhaupt Samstag und nicht Sonntag???

Diese Woche habe ich mit Silvi und Ceci auf jeden Fall noch eine kleine Programmierung in Macro II abgeben müssen – mit MatLab. Hat mehr oder weniger geklappt, wir sollten noch was zufügen, das hat dann irgendwie nicht geklappt, aber naja… der Prof hat sich jetzt auch nicht mehr gemeldet.

Ansonsten mehr oder weniger gelernt – eher weniger, lief irgendwie nicht so gut.

Am Donnerstag haben mich zwei Mädels – Carla und Rocio -, die ich am Samstag kennengelernt hatte, eingeladen mit ihnen auszugehen – hab ich dann auch gemacht. Waren in einem Club namens “Dominica”, war auch ganz gut, ich war dann nur irgendwann einfach nur noch müde… Aber die Mädels sind supernett und ich hab wieder mal ein paar neue Leute kennengelernt.

Dominica - Martina, Carla, Ayelen, Flor, Rocio & Caro

Freitag dann wieder nicht so wirklich lernen können – meine Rippe tut weh, ich weiß nicht warum, und so richtig gut konzentrieren konnte ich mich dann nicht wirklich. Abends dann mit ein paar Freunden zum Pizza essen getroffen und jetzt ist er auch schon da – der Samstag…

Oh… ich musste gestern abend eine Kakerlake töten. Mich schüttelts immer noch. Grauenhaft! Ich hatte schon die ganze Nacht Angst sie kommen in Scharen um sich zu rächen… Brrrr!

A la réception du Président irakien et de son épouse à l’Elysée, Carla Bruni avait mis des talons, signe semble-t-il d’un refroidissement dans ses relations avec son époux.

Merci à Bruno Roger-Petit pour l’idée.

Carla Bruni-Sarkozy arriving at the TV show ‘Vivement Dimanche’ in Paris, France on November 4, 2009

Bio from the French Magazine Paris Match

Though the French profess a certain disdain for Sarkozy’s unpresidential style, they clearly cannot get enough. “Carla has led many lives,” the noted journalist Christine Ockrent, whose companion, Bernard Kouchner, is the French foreign minister, tells me. “She’s a kind of alpha female. She was never a courtesan like Pamela Harriman—she was more like a female Don Juan.” Carla Bruni is no stranger to privilege.

In the opening scene of her sister Valeria’s semi-autobiographical film, It’s Easier for a Camel … , the female protagonist goes to church to confess, “I am rich—I am very, very rich.” Bruni was born into one of the industrial dynasties in Turin. The family fortune came from the ceat company, which produced electrical cable. Alberto Bruni-Tedeschi, the patriarch, however, was as much a composer and art collector as a capitalist. “He could converse on anything from A to Z,” says a family friend.

Carla’s extroverted mother, Marisa, who appears in Valeria’s films, was a concert pianist. Carla, Valeria, and their brother, Virginio, grew up on a vast estate outside the city. Carla studied piano, violin, and guitar. “Ours were not the kind of parents who would spend time with children,” she tells me. But neither, she adds, were they interested “in the power of money. Maybe because my parents were artists.

I remember that every time my father had to choose between increasing his business and going to the museum he would go to the museum, and I think that was transmitted to us.” In 1975, when the Red Brigades were kidnapping wealthy individuals, Carla’s family moved to Paris, where she attended an Italian school and received a French baccalaureate. Her parents expected her to continue her studies, but she soon tired of the 37 Métro stops it took to get to classes on art and architecture, and she couldn’t wait to be on her own. So when her brother’s girlfriend, a model, told her to try modeling, she made her move. “What I wanted was to be free, independent of my parents,” says Carla. “Modeling is a fast-acting job—right away you get to work, and you learn in two or three months by working.” That became her pattern: take on a big challenge, learn fast, and land on top.

French First Lady Carla Bruni-Sarkozy arrives at Elysee Palace in Paris, France on July 14, 2009 after the Bastille Day military parade on the Champs Elysee avenue

Carla Bruni Sarkozy on the web

Though its bugging from time to time since its launch thanks to high traffic, Carla Bruni-Sarkozy website,carlabrunisarkozy.org, made its ranks within a bunch of other highly read political news websites.Among them the artistically acclaimed Segoléne Royal’s website, she was a presidential candidate for 2007.Club Villepin.fr, the former Prime Minister website and Elysée twitter account ..etc

A start with bugs and media coverage, discovering a design with pastel colors, clean, inspiring glossy upscale,the French quickly drawn the parallel with “ Your desired Future’ Ségoléne Royal website which has caused an overnight media firestorm.But not so fast, the comparison stoped at the design similarities, Segolene Royal being a left -wing politician as opposed to Carla Bruni Sarkozy whom married a right- wing politician.

Carla Bruni-Sarkozy performs during the Mandela Day

While the singer has already a site dedicated to her albums, this new portal, created by Zeni, the agency’s Web Keyrus group, leans on her other hats – each with its own color code: Ambassador activities for the Global Funds against AIDS, those of her foundation which are aimed to “facilitate access to culture, education and knowledge to fight against social inequalities, and Finally, Carla, first lady.

It gives a homepage  where we can pretty much find everything from  an article listing the “10 things to know about AIDS,”  to another on the culture in prison or the story of her day with Michelle Obama in Pittsburgh and an interview with Jean-Paul Gautier, etc..

“In many parts of the world, when one hears the name” Carla “, it is likely to be Carla Bruni-Sarkozy. But since December 15, 2007, where she was seen with the president, its has  dramatically increased, she’s more popular as ever.

President Sarkozy, Queen Elizabeth II and Carla Bruni-Sarkozy watch a ceremonial welcome at Windsor on March 26, 2008 in England

carlaburnisarkozy.org

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Mowlihawk nos presenta su nuevo trabajo titulado “Constancia” en el que podremos encontrar colaboraciones de: Carlos Calos, Aloy, Lolo, Bezea, Genioh, Curricé, Emce Erne, Naiara, Gorka2h, Piezas, Soriano, Waho, Isusko, SBRV y Carla. Las producciones se encuentran a cargo de: Danny Manny, Alonso Beats, Eliteprods, Wahin, Carlos Calos y Baghira que fue tambien quien se ocupó de realizar toda la mezcla. Constancia se encuentra grabada integramente en “Wahin makinaciones” exceptuando los tracks 8, 10, 11, 12, 14 que se realizaron en +Platino.

http://www.hhgroups.com/maqueta-11953/Mowlihawk-Constancia/

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gefunden von Martin im Ein-Euro-Laden

the new season of “my little sister’s life: the college years” will apparently be starting in fall of 2010 because guess who got their first college acceptance letter!?!?!

(i think i need to credit her friend petrea for this picture, because if i remember correctly she has crazy skills and she took this shot.)
soooo this is super weird for me- don’t know whether to feel more old or proud. gonna go with the latter. feels like just yesterday i was trekking it to elementary school with her in tow- so proud that mom gave me the responsibility of making sure she got to class. when she first came to this country i even brought her to school for show and tell! the fact that in a matter of months she’s going to be living on her own and going to college is so surreal for me. all i know is, i wanna find some dope stuff for her dorm!! best excuse ever for a fatty target shopping spree!

other thoughts of the day- if for some reason you are living under a rock and haven’t seen the new lady gaga video for “bad romance,” i highly suggest you do so here:

this woman is truly on another level, folks. they’re even showing this FULL video in all the nyc cabs! the video is so dope that it totally put me on to the song, which i really wasn’t that in love with at first. this is like the opposite of ‘video killed the radio star’- ‘video furthered radio star’s life expectancy’???

also, add the new ghostface album to things i’m most recently obsessed with.

and this: random hilarious moment of the week: my mom asked me what the word “baller” meant and what exactly i mean when i say something is “baller status.” (insert laughter here.) what a mom moment! according to urban dictionary, a baller is:
(N)
1. One who exhibits a consistent proficency at-, or exuberant love for the game of basketball.
2. One whose person has been fully and successfully established in numerous social circles (esp. one who is extremely popular with both the male and female members of any given social group)
3. One whose status in society has been earned by one’s possession of “game” (that is, proficiency at the game of life)

(Adj)
1. Exhibiting those qualitites of a baller; not limited to the description of a person, ‘baller’ may be used to describe any place, thing or situation.

Etymology: Middle English ‘bal’, from Old Norse ‘bollr’ and akin to Old High German ‘balla’; combined with the commin suffix ‘er’ denoting one that does or performs (a specified action)

Therefore, a baller is, literally, ‘one who balls’

any further questions?

as for the hot mess of the day- well no hot mess that i am aware of particularly stood out to me today, but i knew i could count on the people of walmart to suffice. especially THIS GUY.

In which Addison makes a shocking find

Addison is staring into the Last Supper, imagining himself to be the big fisherman: a Galilean, brawny and not inclined to fancies; invited to fish men, by a gentle stranger who knew how to raise people from the grave…

He wonders if he’d have taken any more notice than the real Peter did when the Lord warned that Peter would deny him three times before the cock crowed.

Surely he’d have been on the lookout for the mean trick the High Priest’s servants played on him, insinuating by their rough comments that he might deserve the same fate? Surely Peter should have known they’d get him on the sly, and kept his eyes open? Addison would rather have died than suffer the humiliation of denial Peter endured.

But he must have been an amazing guy to bounce back. Addison is not sure he could have done that after such a breakdown of loyalty.

The reverie gives way to the ringing of the telephone. Addison jumps up guiltily, wondering how long he has ignored it; counts the rings as if they were the cock-crow. He straightens his long legs and reaches the bookshelf in a stride.

‘Yes?’

‘Helen here, Addison. Sorry it’s late. Just back from Wolverhampton. Is Carla in?’

‘Sorry. She’s out at Natalie’s.’

He never thinks to call her Talie like the others do. Keeping a formal distance reminds him it is his group of Followers, although he never exercises this role when he is with them.

There is a pause, as though Helen is surprised to find Carla not there.

He says, ‘Shall I take a message?’

‘No, no… It’s nothing important. Sorry to have rung.’

Addison feels remorse at his treatment of her. She is not like Rebecca imagines at all. Has he been gullible, as if he, too, were a fussy old woman? He should think things through for himself as he used to. If only he were not so tired.

‘It’s okay, Helen. God bless you.’ He tries to reach out to her, offer something more. ‘I wanted to thank you for acting fast on the lads’ house. They’re getting on jus’ fine. I’ll be down there tomorrow afternoon to keep an eye. Pete is sharing the responsibility when he’s not at work. They’re so keen, they work all day and evening!’

‘I’m glad,’ Helen replies. ‘Look, I’ll pop over tomorrow and meet you there. I’ve some wallpaper donated to us by a local firm. Might prove useful. And… I’ve something to tell you and I want to ask your advice too.’

‘Great.’

Addison puts the receiver down and feels lighter inside. So she wants to ask him something and tell him something. ‘Yeah!’ he breathes. The good Lord’s been working in this practical, efficient lady after all. Is she about to become normal? Well, he has something she needs and he will offer it freely. Ask and it shall be given you, seek and you shall find.

The words develop into the popular song they sing so often, and he hums himself upstairs to change for bed. Carla will not be long.

He pops into the spare bedroom that is now Dinah’s and checks on the baby. Probably Carla will be in and out of bed all night worrying about her and checking her breathing, but he for one is relieved at the new arrangement. He even helped clear up after Rebecca and install the cot and changing mat and nappies. A man and wife should be able to have a room to themselves. It helps them relax. After all, they’ve had the baby with them one way and another all the time so far. He grins as he remembers watching Dinah kick from the inside as the pregnancy had progressed. Such a miracle!

Searching through the tiny wardrobe for a new pair of bottoms, he comes across a carrier. He opens it without thinking and onto his arm falls a slinky black garment in lace and satin. He jumps back as if stung and it falls to the floor in a slithery heap.

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Ciao, Carla. Hai lasciato un vuoto incolmabile. Ho pensato di “caricare” una canzone che a te piaceva tantissimo. Ho incontrato alcuni compagni, che parlano di te al presente. Ho sentito e visto l’amico Juri Bossuto: continua, infaticabile l’attività politica. Tra mille attività e incontri, non dimentica mai le radici.  Conservo il pezzo di giornale che annunciava la scomparsa del compagno Mario Contu, “un comunista scomodo e contro ogni ingiustizia”. “Anche io, lo penso”, mi confida Juri, e “oriento il mio agire politico con la stessa convinzione di Mario”. Ora , sono convinto, penserà anche a te. Il partito non è cambiato. Siamo noi, a volte, che non vogliamo essere abbastanza scomodi. Come era Mario; come sei tu. Come è Juri. Come vorrei essere io.

Ciao Carla, ciao bella, ciao!

This gig was certainly a family affair. My sister has recently become one of the backing singers of the Dts along with a very good friend of mine. In addition to this the support act’s lead singer Peter Moore was the father of Ali from the Dts. It was a very fun gig. Got some good photographs have a look.

Peter Moore

The Dts

“Hendaya: cuando Adolfo encontró a Paco es una comedia musical en pequeño formato sobre el famoso encuentro histórico entre Franco y Hitler. Adaptacón teatral del cortometraje homónimo. TLM Produccones.
Un texto de Carla Guimarães y Pepe Macías.
Hitler: Luis Arrasa, Franco: Pepe Macías, Serrano Suñer: Rafael Galán y Von Ribbentrop: LuisYagüe.
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