A un passo dal possibile, a un passo da te.

Paura di decidere, paura di me. Di tutto quello che non so. Di tutto quello che non ho.

Eppure sentire
nei sogni in fondo a un pianto;
nei giorni di silenzio c’è

un senso di te.

Mi fu augurato di mantenermi solare, come sono sempre.

A me piace più riconoscermi in quel mistero chiamato: Luna.
Tutti vedono la mia voglia di scherzare e i miei occhi che brillano per il troppo ridere.

Pochi infatti sanno che dietro la mia faccia sorridente, ce n’è un’altra.
Buia, sola, all’ombra dei raggi che tanto illuminano il mio sorriso.

Forse a nessuno piace sapere che quel lato c’è, c’è, e neanche a me piace saperlo, che c’è, e quindi lo tengo nascosto, dietro, al buio, lontano dallo sguardo di tutti, ma c’è, e se ci penso scaccio subito il pensiero di saperlo lì dietro alla mia faccia sorridente, mi sforzo di farmi tornare il sorriso, e far vedere a tutti che sono solare e che lo sono sempre.

Balle.

[a casa del Perozzi durante lo scopone]

SASSAROLI: Lo sai che c’ha il ragazzino? Non ride mai.

PEROZZI: Mai! È come la madre, gli manca completamente il senso dell’umorismo, anzi c’ha…come si dice il contrario?

NECCHI: Il senso di rompere i coglioni!

There are going to be times where you will doubt  everything you’ve worked for. Those days are rough. It’ll be like falling. You won’t have anything to hold onto, and your whole world will be just a blur of weightless confusion. A lot of things will go through your mind at that point, but you’ll still feel the impending sense of doom, the inevitability of the ground.

Avoiding these types of hurdles isn’t necessarily what you should do. In many ways, the sense of falling will help you. If you’re left plunging at terminal velocity towards the ground, you find out a lot about yourself. You will gravitate towards the things you are most dedicated towards, people, places, ideas. You’ll claw all around you looking for something to cling to.

Thankfully, people have a knack for coming to your aid when you need it most. Whether it’s because you’re causing such a ruckus in your panic, or if they just see your struggle, if you ask for help, people are more than willing to do what they can. And if they don’t, it will help you realize who your friends really are.

Don’t panic. Even if you feel as if it’s your only option. There is always a way to achieve

Have you ever had the experience where you’ve studied your brain out for an exam, and then it turns out to be easy, so you’re sort of pissed? I got a perfect score on my comprehensive exam, and I’m both relieved and slightly upset.

I studied a TON for that comprehensive final, of which the professor gave us no idea of what it was going to be like. I’d studied all my past tests (though, in the back of my mind, I’d decided the professor would be a total fool if he just asked us questions he’d asked us before), but what I’d spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday doing was outlining all the chapters. In fact, I used color codes so I could engage with the material as I reread all 200 pages of it (in retrospect, yeah, I know this strategy was overkill and the idiot’s way of studying, but I was a) panicking and b) feeling pretty overwhelmed by everything). I used a bunch of online quizzes to study as well, and I certainly wasn’t doing perfectly on those.

That is what sort of upsets me right now. At some point during studying (fairly early on, before I started panicking and being a selfish jerk to my poor fiance who endured a fit of crying and Kate Gosselin-esque behavior last night), I decided that I wanted to be an anatomy superstar. An anatomy superstar, an in, I wanted to know it all perfectly. I wanted to have every single, stupid detail in that book simmering in my brain, ready to be ladled out at a moment’s notice.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I’ve got a perfectionist’s ambition without having the ability to be perfect. How do anatomy professors know this stuff inside and out? Probably through years and years of teaching and getting used to the material, etc. About a third of the questions could have been answered from having taken Biology 101.

I don’t know. There’s a lot to think about, and despite a perfect score, I feel slightly robbed. That exam didn’t test anything I was having trouble with (I have a list).

See, I’m NOT of the school tht believes that younger kids have to understand concepts rather than do rote memorization. I honestly believe that memorizing times tables, etc. is good for you. However, I’m just a little baffled that at my age, I can’t figure out if I’ve just demonstrated that I know the material as thoroughly as I think I should. Or maybe you’re not supposed to thoroughly understand the material until you’ve reached higher levels of the anatomical and physiological sciences.

How well do doctors understand anatomy and physiology after taking their first A&P course sequence? I’d really like to know.

I know this is a course from a community college, but I did have to work hard and I did have to study an enormous amount. I do tend to underestimate myself, though mainly to be grounded and continue pushing myself to get better at studying (which I have to do, because outlining like a crazy person will not hack it and I won’t stay sane if I do stuff like that for every single course I take).

How well, or rather, how thoroughly, are you supposed to understand a science subject (especially one that requires more memorization than analysis or critical thinking)?

Phew, I’m exhausted and not upset anyOkay, I’m so tired. I’m going home. Good night. Good luck to everyone (especially Nurse Wannabees) taking A&P this semester.

I didn’t take my exam last night. I meant to, but it got to be past 10 pm and I was tired. I needed to study more and by the time I felt slightly close to ready, I was totally exhausted. My eyes couldn’t read things properly, and that’s a big problem. You have to be able to read the test questions properly, and my eyes get useless.

I was tired, cranky, irritable and sad. So anxious.

The nightmare has to end tonight with my taking the final exam.

I studied my head and heart out Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (and I confess, throughout my intensive, time-consuming study sessions, I had feelings of doubt concerning whether I was studying the right way for this exam — possibly I should have tried to get more info from the professor, but I didn’t know how to phrase it diplomatically), and I’m doing almost everything I can think to do. I’m exhausted. I didn’t sleep for more than a few hours last night, and I’m having a tough time kick starting my brain. I’m going to breathe a little and keep calm.

A few (disjointed) thoughts and stern reprimands to myself as I near the beginning of exam time:

1. EGAD there is a LOT of information.

2. I need to stop treating my grade in this course as though it’s some reflection on my ability or my chances, as though ability is set or that I can’t persevere. This way of thinking has always bothered me and caused me to shy away from competition. Whatever happens on this exam, I know how to better tackle taking a comprehensive exam next semester. I cannot treat taking exams the way I have been treating it this semester. I have to continue reviewing all the time and not rest on my laurels or decide to worry about it later. I have to be thorough. I have to know all of this backwards and forwards.

3. I’m just going to have to take the final exam tonight. Tomorrow is the deadline for the exam and I do not like being so close to the deadline as it is. I prefer having control. This is difficult when work demands my attention.

4. I don’t know what I was thinking just allotting last week for study time and then starting on Thursday. Obviously my job is really inflexible and requires me to be flexible about working overtime, so I should have been extra careful and started studying two weeks ago or four weeks ago.

5. PRIYA, DON’T EVER LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN! THIS WAS/IS TOO IMPORTANT!!!!!

If things don’t go well, I can’t let this ruin the holidays or my interest in the course or my ambitions. I might have to just retake it. (I guess I’ll go check on the website if they replace the grade on my transcript. This possibility is what makes me feel the worse. But I’ve always wanted a time machine. )

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I may just throw up.

But first I’m going to google “final exam anxiety” and see if there’s anyone who feels worse than I do right now.

Io non capisco.

• Se ciò che stai per comprare costa 2 euro e 89 centesimi;
• Se in cassa continui a tirare fuori dal portafoglio tante piccole monetine.
  Tante. E piccole monetine. (Rigorosamente a rate e ogni volta dicendo: “Eh, non ne ho altre, ah no, guarda, ce ne sono ancora”).
  Tante piccole monetine, la cui somma non arriva alla cifra prefissata (2 euro e 89 centesimi);
• Se dopo aver svuotato il portafoglio ancora non sei arrivato al totale del prezzo. E dici: “È tutto quel che ho” ma io vedo distintamente un angolo di banconota arancione;
• E tu te ne accorgi, che l’ho vista;
• E anzi, ne avevi anche una grigia, ma è più piccola, e non l’avevo notata, dietro l’altra;

Ecco, se succede tutto questo… Ah, no. Dimenticavo.

• Ribadisci “Ho solo queste monete qui, vedi tu”;

Dicevo, se succede tutto questo.
Devo dirtelo io che “I soldi ce li hai e no, non ti faccio lo sconto solo perchè con le tue monetine non ci arrivi”?

Sì, ho dovuto dirglielo io.

On Don’t Panic! by Andy Moore, you can find plenty of humorous comics like this. I stumbled upon this site and find some of the comics to be pretty funny; it’s like a huge inside joke for all college students.

Avevo comprato un cerchietto, un cerchietto come lo volevo io.
Semplice, nero, da confondersi con i miei capelli.

In un momento di rabbia interiore l’avevo lanciato violentemente a terra, chissà dove, in mezzo a tanta, tantissima erba.
Ma poi l’ho trovato, chissà come, in mezzo a tanta, tantissima erba.

L’ho abbandonato in casa d’altri, per un mese.

Poi non so che fine abbia fatto.
L’ho cercato ovunque. Ma non l’ho mica trovato.

Ieri l’ho visto sopra il mio letto.

by Bru

Emily e eu encarando a tortura boa em pleno sábado e no final ficaram lindas!

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It happened again the other day – an email circulated by a well-meaning friend about a catastrophe which was going to overtake us all, unless we emailed every one we know to warn them.

I’m sure you’ve seen the sort of thing I mean:

HUGE PC VIRUS COMING! PLEASE READ & FORWARD!

Oh dear, here we go again!

With nearly 25 years in IT from technical support to IT Director, I’ve been trying to educate people about viruses, other malware, … and what to do with these emails. This particular email goes on to make a series of bold statements:

“I checked with Norton Anti-Virus, and they are gearing up for this virus! I checked Snopes, and it is for real.”

We never know who this “I” is, as the emails are never signed … surely an indication this is a load of dingo’s kidneys (thank you Douglas Adams for the apposite phrase). It goes on to tell us,

“It is a virus … which ‘burns’ the whole hard disc C drive of your computer. This virus simply destroys the Zero Sector of the Hard Disc, where the vital information is kept.”

OK. So now we know this isn’t from anyone with a real knowledge of the IT industry – we all know the only thing in PCs which gets ‘burned’ is in your CD/DVD writer. “The zero sector of your hard disk” … sounds good, doesn’t it!

“It is better to receive this message 25 times than to receive the virus and open it!”

This is an interesting one – since June 2007 when this nonsense first appeared, I have received this email (or one very like it) countless times, but I’ve never seen the email with a virus in it. I’ve checked with some contacts still working in IT, and they’ve had exactly the same experience!

The email goes on to implicate Microsoft, McAfee and CNN in generally describing this as the worst ever virus – more dingo’s kidneys. Then this last part really had me laughing:

“If you receive a mail called’ POSTCARD,’ even if it is sent to you by a friend, do not open it! Shut down your computer immediately.”

That’s it. Your computer is off and safe. Now what do you do? Go out an buy a new one, of course. Perhaps we’ve just found out these emails are being circulated by an unscrupulous PC maker! I can tell you, it’s been tempting to send an email back with “POSTCARD” in the subject line to see what happens.

Counting up all the email addresses showing in the email’s ‘tail’, this one has gone to 90 people … and I wonder how many each of them sent it on to? Among the lucky recipients were a police force, a government department, and even Apple Computers!

I hope this has given you a bit of a laugh. But there is a serious message in this blog too. If you get a message like this from someone you know, quietly take them to one side, make sure they have a subscription to an Internet security package, and ask them not to send these messages on to anyone in the future. What with spam, phishing, hoax and these emails, there’s barely enough bandwidth left for genuine emails.

Fra søndag til torsdag var jeg bortreist på en aldri så liten ferie, og jeg kom hjem til et kaos. Jeg tror ikke det var noen sammenheng- heller det at jeg ikke har lest nyheter eller noe annet på en uke. Tok meg en aldri så liten virkelighetsferie.

230 000 frykter for jobben, står det i VG. Ikke fordi de ikke har høy nok utdannelse, ikke fordi de blir gamle, nei, fordi de kommer til å bli trygdet! “Barometeret viser at kvinner jobber mye mindre enn menn, jobber mye deltid og samtidig har hovedansvaret for hus og hjem. De taper derfor både pensjon, sykelønn og inntekt” (VG) … Nå kommer det til å komme noe erkefeminisme her. Ok, grunnen til at det er slik: Kvinner velger det selv i 8 av 10 tilfeller!

Så har vi en eller annen tulling som vil at alle skal bli vegetarianere for å redde jorden… oh my God. Jeg tror kanskje det er noe av det dummeste, mest idiotiske jeg har hørt i mitt liv. Alle som har hatt *litt* biologi i sin tid (eller heimkunnskap på ungdomsskolen for den saks skyld) VET at man trenger kjøtt for å leve? Proteiner er NØDVENDIG, folkens! Ja, jeg er vegetarianer. Jeg er ikke frivillig vegetarianer- men det betyr ikke at jeg skal tvinge alle andre til ikke å spise kjøtt?

Så var det svineinfluensaen da.. Ja.. Jeg vet ærlig talt ikke heeeelt hva jeg skal tro? I den ene artikkelen ser jeg at vi ikke må få panikk- vaksinen blir fordelt på godt sosialistisk vis (dvs en veldig rar måte å gjøre det på, med tanke på at det er de store byene med større folkemengder den selvfølgelig sprer seg mest), og i den andre ser jeg at småkommuner har dobbelt opp. Hva skal jeg tro? Jeg har i alle fall klart å unngå den så langt som nå, så nå venter jeg bare på å få vaksinen, selvom jeg kanskje må regne med at jeg får den i en slags julegave fra staten til meg.. Happy fucking Xmas.. Tenker vi sier som i boken “The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy” (sannsynligvis en av verdens beste bøker ever) – “DON’T PANIC!” ..

Folkens- Å unngå svineinfluensa er ikke så vanskelig som man tror, bare man tar litt forbehold! Vask hendene grundig før måltider og når man kommer hjem fra jobb/skole/diverse steder. Vask hendene før man tar seg til ansiktet, unngå å røyk fra samme sigarett, unngå å drikk fra samme flaske, ikke kyss syke mennesker, etc. Har man influensaen- ikke smitt folk. Hold deg HJEMME, må du hoste, host i LOMMETØRKLER (ikke bruk din egen armkrok som kleenex- hallo!), ikke gå ut- vask hendene før du er på kjøkkenet (unngå helst kjøkkenet hvis du bor med folk som kan lage mat for deg), spis mye c-vitamin, slapp av, og unngå andre sykebesøk enn personen som forer deg i huset.

Og Antibac (som man får kjøpt på et hvert apotek) er en selvfølge. Bruk antibac servietter hvis håndvask ikke er tilgjengelig. Antibac-håndvask er også veldig greit å ha! Passer du på en som er syk- bruk handsker og munnbind når du har kontakt med den smittede. Ikke vær hos den smittede alt for lenge.

jah.. Så har vi skattelistene da.. The NY Times synes dette er tragisk og gammeldags. TV2 Siterer den. Noe det er. Hva naboen min tjener, gir jeg langt F i. Hva venner av meg tjener, bryr jeg meg lite om, og for å være helt ærlig har jeg alltid gitt langt F. Det bekrefter ofte bare “Bærumsimaget” Så mange er så glade i å late som de tilhører- litt neandertalsk for å være ærlig- og det blir bare tull av det. Jeg velger ikke venner ut i fra hva de, foreldrene, eller vennene tjener. Jeg er ikke interressert i å vite hva folk tjener. Fra jeg var liten har jeg blitt opplært til å vite at penger er noe man har, ikke noe man snakker om. Å snakke om penger, og å briefe med hva man tjener er nyrikt, white-trashy, og ærlig talt utrolig fjortis. Get over it- Graduate from the eight grade and move the f**k on!

Så var det Linda som støtter gutta i kongo ved å selge klær. Klapp på skulderen til deg! Utrolig bra innsats!

Hva mer har skjedd? Jo, Kaptein Sabeltanns Somalske fetter er på færde igjen- han og crewet har tatt et britisk par til fange, og skal sikkert ha et forfærdelig høyt krav for å slippe dem løs igjen, et fly fikk ikke landet fordi kapteinene glemte det -de satt bak laptopen (ja, faktisk). og ja.. Jeg bør ikke være borte så lenge- tar tid å ta igjen det tapte..

Så folkens- Spis kjøtt, støtt gutta i kongo, DON’T PANIC, og kos dere videre denne nydelige tirsdagen. Selv skal jeg til Tannlegen >_< .

So I got another book review request, this time by an actual well known author!  Go me!  And on top of that, it is a book about another really great author.

Don’t Panic is the story of how The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series by Douglas Adams came about.  It is very funny, filled with personal anecdotes from the man himself as well as many others who were involved with the series in some way – whether the radio version, TV, movie, books, records, merchandise, computer game, or just by virtue of being near Adams at some point during the process.  It is also written in a style that borrows from the tone of Hitchhiker and apparently from Adams - always slightly bemused, as if it can’t believe this ever actually happened. 

As a poor, uneducated American, I had no idea how many versions and spinoffs there were of the original radio series.  I mean, there’s a Hitchhiker’s computer game?  Who knew?!  I also had no idea how many popular British actors, comedians, TV and radio people were associated with Adams or Hitchhiker’s.  Some of the people mentioned I had not even heard of, though apparently they are quite famous across the pond. 

I am normally not a fan of ‘the making of” type books, but Don’t Panic is done in such a way that, rather than destroying the mystery of Hitchhiker’s, it adds to it, giving the impression that Adams’ life (lived entirely on Earth as far as I know) followed the same haphazard pattern of the series.  If you are an Adams fan, this book is a great addition to your collection.  My next task in the sci fi world will be to reread the entire series with a new eye for detail and an increased appreciation for the randomness that went into its making.  Maybe the Dirk Gently books too, just for the heck of it.

Eventually! This is what I’v been waiting for, a decent club night in my home town of Wigan. On the last Saturday of every month Bar Fever is taken over by the guys from Don’t Panic! who play a selection of drum and bass, dub step and fidget house untill the wee hours of the morning. Great!

If this sounds like your cup of tea I advise you check it out. If Wigan is a bit out of the way for you Don’t Panic! has also got a sister night in Liverpool. Check out the link for more info.

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En décembre dernier, précisément à la veille de Noël, La Tribune annonçait dans son édito LA solution anti-crise ! Le remède était de NE PLUS parler de la crise pour éviter de l’amplifier, de l’accélérer. Cette antidote ne semble cependant pas valable pour tout type de crise… Question: Peut-on contrecarrer la crise provoquée par la Grippe A de la même manière ? Ce n’est en tout cas pas l’avis de Chritophe Pilate, créa hyperactif et touche a tout de chez Piment DDB°, qui a décidé de lutter contre le méchant H1N1 ! Tel un chevalier masqué, il a crée Don’t Panic, le mouvement artistique éphémère le plus attendu par la capitale.

Don’t Panic c’est une distribution de masques qui aura lieu ce samedi 24 à midi (lieu de rendez-vous encore à définir). Les « courageux » défileront ensuite dans le métro parisien équipés de leur masque made by Don’t Panic. Le groupe Facebook dépasse déjà les 1000 friends, il faudra donc se hater pour y participer car les masques numérotés sont limités à 1000 !

På framsidan av boken med all viktig information om universum stod det med stora lugnande bokstäver “Don’t Panic” Tänk vilket fantastiskt budskap! En av få saker som faktiskt passar in och kan användas av alla. För när jag matar min hjärna med information som är svårsmällt är det lätt för mig att balla ur. Jag blir rädd eftersom min världsbild rivs ner. Så bygger jag på med nya bitar. Men glipan när jag hänger fritt innan jag har beslutat mig för vad jag ska kalla sanning blir lätt obehaglig. Jag har verkligen full förståelse för människors motvilja till att omvärdera sin världsbild. Det är ju skitläskigt! Så orden “Don’t Panic” är bra ord för mig att alltid ha med mig.

Bill Hicks brukade avsluta sina standup shower med  några fantastiska meningar som för mig bara växer och växer för varje gång jag hör dom. Precis som Liftarens guide till galaxen’s slagdänga ger mig också denna ett lugn som jag så väl behöver. “Life is just a ride” Så jag behöver inte vara rädd. Det värsta som kan hända är att åkturen tar slut. Kanske blir det flera åk, kanske inte, kanske finns det fler karuseller eller kanske går jag o köper en mjukglass och bara kollar på när andra åker. Hur det än är behöver jag inte vara rädd för ett nytt kapitel i min bok. Inga fler räkningar. Bara det kan ju vara värt att dö för

Så igår slog jag ihop dessa två fantastiska citat och skapade mig ett lugnande livsmotto som får hela systemet att skälva i paltorna. “Don’t Panic, Life is just a ride” För vem väljer att jobba över tre timmar istället för att umgås med sina barn när känslan av allvaret med karriären har försvunnit? Vem kommer injektera otestade vacciner i sig själv och sina barn när vi inte längre är rädda för livet? Att leva i kärlek istället för rädsla avväpnar systemet totalt. Vi blir fria för det är den enda hållhaken systemet har på oss. Våran rädsla.

Systemet ja… Jag tycker det blir knepigt.. För vad jag än tycker om systemet så lever jag i det. Så jag behöver se över mina ansvarsområden för att mitt nya livsmotto ska hålla tätt. För när jag ser på det här med ansvar på ett kosmiskt plan så har jag absolut inget ansvar som helst som måste uppehållas i denna värld. Jag har hel full rätt att skita i allt och även ta mitt liv. Men är det så att jag vill vara till nytta här, uppleva saker, njuta av händelser och finna glädje så måste jag ta en sjujädrans massa ansvar för att få systemets kuggar att klaffa.

Så att leva med vetskapen om att jag är helt totalt fri på det andliga planet gör att jag orkar ta allt ansvar här i mitt liv på jorden. Med en fot i varje värld står jag stadigt i mitt liv.

Ho parlato con un mio amico, che mi fa sempre tanto ridere quando lo vedo.

Mi ha detto di una persona che, non avendo le palle l’opportunità/tempo/voglia/motivo (o forse, chissà, almeno il buonsenso ce l’ha), non mi cerca.
Ma vuole comunque farsi i fatti miei.

E così, quel mio amico che mi fa tanto ridere quando lo vedo, mi ha detto che questa persona col buonsenso gli ha chiesto:

— Ma tu, hai mica sentito o visto persone di tua conoscenza, di recente?

Woosah: to tell someone to calm down and relax.

Down, down, deeper and down for consumer publishers in the US according to the Publishers Information Bureau (courtesy of Folio:)

During the third quarter 2009, [advertising] pages fell 26.6% compared to the same period last year. Estimated ad revenues for the third quarter closed at $4.53 billion, down 18.6%.

That 18.6% equates to $1 billion by the way. So that’s a billion down compared to the third quarter last year, which weren’t no bed of flowering heather to begin with.

Some tunes to relax to this evening.

It’s raining outside, and no one feels like going out, were all kind of tired.

Sitting in our comfy chairs, pulling our feet up we lie back and close our eyes.

Resting listening to some tunes, to pull away all the stress of the day.

That’s what chilling in all about.

I’ve always enjoyed Coldplay’s music.