Sunday, December 26, 2010

Mini Tower Optiplex 620 Driver

Trout Blues

Not for Renzo Bossi eh, but because I like the trout, I like the blues and the other night I was a bit 'down. I thawed this eviscerated trout and also its expression was not the most happy, then I would say that the name of her recipe is right, although I certainly did not invent anything. I got my trout and I basically stuffed with lemon pieces, chopped rosemary, a little 'pepper. I put it in pan on a layer of coarse salt and covered with more salt. Fired in these conditions for a 45 minutes at 180 degrees.
After I removed the crust of salt and have eaten me, I thought that was good and I was a bit 'more cheerful. And go!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

How To Politely Ask For Money For Birthday

Three minutes


Three minutes




From: Linamer64@hotmail.it




A: Annamerlofny@yahoo.us


Subject: We are living


Hello dear Anna do not worry about us. 'S just how I responded to your text message yesterday. Silvia and I are fine. And the mother as well. Fabrizio, too. We're all good, do not worry.

L 'Silvia yesterday evening had been to dinner at our house. The mother had eaten only boiled vegetables and a broth, then had gone to bed. Silvia and I we were prepared spaghetti with clams, then watermelon at will. Silvia was gay, in the mood for confidences, so good-natured complaining of Fabrizio, how to fall asleep on the couch, and the fact that he never wanted to leave, even in sultry evenings like these.
After dinner we were on the terrace, then Silvia has wanted to see a picture that I had exposed in Camaiore, many waves of fringe on the south-west wind that rocks, even the frame of the picture. We talked a bit, 'Sylvia also loves to paint. They had made eleven, and I was thinking of the next working day. "Silvia, I take a shower, I have to get up early tomorrow, what are you doing?" She did not bat an eyelid. She followed me into the bathroom that night was a joyous flood of words, I took a shower, then I started the robe and started to dry my hair. Silvia then decided to return home, perhaps the sound of the dryer was ruining the spell.
Now follow me well, Anna. Eleven thirty-five.
Silvia part by scooter, smile at her from the terrace. I'll be back in the bathroom. Before the completion of the hair, I decided to brush my teeth, then floss. I hear a roar as the final blow in a series of fireworks. Then other explosions. Fires must be, yes, it's summer. Maybe somewhere close to celebrate St. Peter and Paul. Not in Viareggio, I think. Perhaps Lido. I take the hair dryer in hand. The phone rings, one at home. Strange. My friends call me the phone, maybe it's Julius, the big brother who is a mass, that no schedules.
"Hello."
"Lina, I am, I am Silvia! We're fine, but it's a mess, no smoke, smell of gas, fire ..."
"Silvia, where are you? What happened?"
"I'm home!" There are flames nearby! We run away ... "
"Where?" Where? "
"Torre Matilda, hello tututu"
"Sylvia!"
I put on a shirt and pants, flip flops and wet hair at birth. I'm crying, I'm afraid. I approached the station, I see high flames. Arrival in five minutes scoured the parking lot of Tower Matilda. I see people shouting and is desperate, I see Silvia, my legs shake. Silvia hugs me from behind.
"Lina!" I scream. We keep close to good two minutes behind my glasses streaked with tears slowly recognize Fabrizio. It has a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top. Silvia is in pants and shirt. After the joy to be found, we look around. People ran away, upset, someone lying sull'aiola prey to illness. Maybe a gas tank, maybe a car, maybe a house. There's two guys with the scooter.
"has derailed a train carrying gas, and there are way Burlamacchi via Ponchielli with houses and cars that burn! And the walkway on the railroad!" They have red cheeks, they show a movie to a friend. The flames are seen from here, from the tower Matilda, five hundred meters from the railway. There's desperate people looking for other people. All in their underwear. As they spend the whole night there, under the tower Matilda.
Silvia went from street Burlamacchi at eleven-forty-three minutes before the explosion. It was saved for three minutes. Cara Anna, when you save three minutes to think about three minutes for those who were not saved. Some thoughts remind me of the divisions that leave a remainder, a remainder that you do not know how to handle. Two boys had crossed the bridge at eleven and a half, came back because one of them had left the mobile home of his friend. And quell'operaio that passed over with the three minutes after Silvia, if they have not found a trace. And today many people who were in the houses exploded in via Ponchielli are burned and ninety percent will die in the coming weeks. We are fine, Anna, but I can not say the same of us, in your city.
There is a before and an after. On the ridge there is the twenty-ninth of June, at eleven-forty-eight.
No one in town wants to talk about that prolonged whistle, that cloud of white acrid smell, a roar, another, another, another.
Here everyone knows, there is an invisible web that binds the dead and the wounded survivors. Think that in this third night in tents set up for hundreds of displaced persons there was no one, everyone had found accommodations in the homes of relatives and friends.
This invisible network works on the memories. I'm a former school friend, I remember her, crushing her salt, who took to the bakery as a Director. Then the niece of a friend of mine - with a flap of hair that fell over his forehead, lip gloss with glitter, the All Stars - which had led to a dinner, presenting her as "his baby". This is my store of memories, but many who are in the back instead of the memories have a ton of despair.
Last night there was a man sitting on the sidewalk who had lost his companion in the flames of Via Ponchielli: holding his head in his hands, his mouth gaping, face contract. It seemed to scream, but did not go out of his mouth sound.
Versilia Hospital, after yet another child greatly burned, a pediatrician began to scream, stomp, then leaned his head to the tiles of the room, hugging the thing. After ten minutes of Mattie is back at work.
Today on my way to work, like yesterday, I felt the silence. No horn, no radio, no drills, construction sites, no children laughing and screaming in cycling. That silence, Anna, comes in, smashes, screams.
We are fine, Anna. For three minutes early.
A kiss.
Your Lina

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Out Of Office Message For Wedding

Down Hard!

Footjob evolving online soon .... the final tail of Bastia from fresh ... I worked in small changes in the press area tail ...
FORHEROES SNOWBOARDS.

Bleeding When I Wee At 5 Weeks?

Footjob on ossola.it




http://ossola.it/
Download or browse the magazine online. PDFs are available on the day of publication OSSOLA.it is the journal of the Ossola valleys of tourist information, a magazine distributed in the province of the VCO topic and some points outside of Milan, Gallarate, and Novara.

What better way, then, to illustrate the beauty of the area and give voice to those who work and produce, that a free press magazine. A brochure available to anyone, supported the publication online, available anywhere in the world, thanks to the abstracts in English.
Ossola.it is an ambitious and important project, on paper and translate the ideas behind it, we set as goals the quality of information, easy reading, the usefulness of the message, and a nice graphic .

No Cervical Mucus Late

Blardo third - Handguard podium - Max Blardone



Val d'Isère (France) - Ted Ligety won the giant played in Val d'Isere and valid for the World Cup downhill ahead Norway's Aksel Lund Svindal and third blue Massimiliano Blardone.
"Today is the twentieth podium in my career. In 31 years are still among the best and this is a satisfaction. Now, in a week, look Alta Badia," said Blardone that for years, and five cdm victories in the No. 1 is the gigantic blue, always in the leading group in the world cup, but very large in all the big events like Olympics and world championships.
Today's race - track the sun in the first round and all in shadow in the second - has been very tough as always. The track is a very steep wall and hard surface. There is no way to breathe, your muscles burn the effort and the error is lurking at every step. "Just an error in the second round too stop me from coming in second, a result that was within my reach this year," he added Blardone that in the last two editions of the Val d'Isere giant had always
obtained a place of honor. With the podium today Max is also hoping to find a suitable sponsor for his results: his helmet shining in fact a question mark.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Pokemon Blackberry Curve 8330 Theme

My novel: The moon lead





Here is mine, I wrote it. For me it's already a great joy it brought to completion.
For the bold who want to buy it and - even - read it, you can inform here. For each copy purchased, pay € 2.50 to Actionaid.org, will scan the deposit slip every three months and put it on the blog.
Greetings

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Free Patterns Sewing - Sausage Dog Draft Excluder

seas and mountains, near Nordkapp

First in July 2010.
As I wake up, I feel the impending return. I imagine the warmth of the festive clamor of children, working with her bundle of satisfactions and thoughts, the Tuscan Sun and I cradle it stabs at the same time, some important decisions to be taken. All this in half-sleep, still overwhelmed by the quilt with the heating on while I look out the window a group of trees that greets me moving the branches. But I still have a day of bikes, and then return with three aircraft, which is also an emotion.
Released from the, I expected a drop of a few miles, I arrive at sea and diverted left along the west side of a long fjord that will take me up to Olderfjord, fifty miles from here, then take a bus to Alta.
The sky is pale, you feel the power of an extreme climate, that can change at any moment. The steep mountains spill into the sea, there is just room for the road and a strip of grass a few hundred meters. Brooks threw into the sea water to thaw, looking still see patches of snow. And yet - how the hell has happened to you do not know - there's also a group of pine trees, pines north of the world. Maybe that mitigates the sea and the mountains of color, stiffen the sea and the mountains of this fjord - you do not get the Gulf Stream - in the winter months, a dramatic and fascinating dialectic.
A beach a few steps from the street. I look forward, do not resist. I get off the bike, I took off her shoes and slip your feet into the sea. Ice, I think ice shrinks and muscles ache, but I try to walk a few meters to intrepid thinking that bathing in the seas and rivers of Russia on New Year's Day.
I resume the journey, taking a detour of an hour by bike to reach a cove with basalt formations on the seashore. The legend says that the Trolls, mischievous spirits came from the sea who wanted to destroy the fjords of these parts, but were restrained by the forces of light, the light of dawn.
Today the light is grim: there are persistent clouds, there's a cold wind that carries splash of sea, but the view is superb. Islands, inlets, bays, all seasoned with low tide. In the background, another fjord. Painted with flowers and lawns, even on the roof, the inevitable snowmobile in the garage. Here
- happy surprise - a sea eagle, the largest bird of prey in northern Europe, which hovers over my head. I stop and watch: ten minutes of squiggles in the sky, until it points straight up a cliff, reaches his home.
It 's time to go, he said.




Monday, November 15, 2010

Mechadollsupply Difficulties

reading group in Florence

been three and a half years, and this story begins to become serious.

O happy. A story
unpretentious, perhaps, like the tightrope walker who looks after only the support of the foot, and with a huge range of supports to build a path. The tightrope walker never looks at the end of the wire, and so do we. One small step at a time. We
known at the opening of a library in Florence, which was supposed to leave space to handle meetings of readers, opportunities for exchange of readings, even in the evening. So it was not, the promises were unfulfilled. But on that occasion to meet, we found ourselves in a library, in a house, a bar, and then meet again for a long time at the headquarters of the Jesuits in Florence. Of course, we would have preferred a library, natural place for such an encounter, but it should be acknowledged that the Jesuits have proved the only stable reference point and friendly, and without asking a €. Thank you very much.
We meet once a month, and over time you have selected a handful of loyal readers, and also friends, at this point.
Cristina. She has read virtually everything with a smile understood the origin of the song you're reading, and provides, with its impressions, a seal of competence in the book. He travels constantly cycling in the midst of the smoke of Florence. As it does, is a mystery.
Francesca. It ranges from the classics to new, it is a pleasure to listen to it. If you accidentally forgotten in a group dinner on a scarf in her house, she will do anything to not report it. But, you know, nobody is perfect.
Ilaria. Expert in Eastern literature, especially the Japanese. Japan knows the customs and traditions, manga, words, characters and music. I knew everything that the Japanese I learned from "Lost in Translation", and a cousin who married a Japanese woman. By Ilaria I learned more about it. He hates fried fishes. That have done wrong, then.
Grace. Usually prefers short stories, sometimes leads children's stories, sometimes poetry. Once you've forgotten his reading glasses and do not read anything. Has not accepted my loan, perhaps afraid of communicable diseases via the nose.
Marco. Lately there propina Scandinavian literature, including emancipated sexual habits of those cold places. The ideal for enlivening the evening. He loves fried small fish, and women in a bathrobe.
Stefano. Does the librarian, these sessions may seem to him the extraordinary work, but does so very happily. Although he travels by bicycle in the smog of Florence, and not wearing hats as Cristina ago, he lost all his hair. Mal wanted to ... I
. Coordinate the group, every time someone tries to knock you, but my lust for power is likely to repel all attacks skillfully. I send mail, sometimes 23 hours before the meeting, and people complain about the late announcement. I say: you have to stay awake, with copies in hand and with the ready excuse to say to the person like "back in the office / I have a job to be delivered and after I explain, well, stuff like that. The first reading, I say.
Among aficionados, I want to point out two major missing last year, however, have participated in the birth and growth of this group.
Valerio, whose work and family commitments made it difficult to come.
Teresa, my poet - living - preferred.

all. Ah, we have the modalities of participation that I have racked by reading groups of Bombacarta I attended years ago, we passed down from generation to generation, and - in my opinion - to the great work: bring a text (photocopied in ten copies) than - best-one, maximum two pages of fiction or poetry - nothing wise - without, possibly, the author's name appears, you read it, then give a brief justification of why you brought that text remains anchored to the text - No trespassing in the life and works of the author - and brief discussion.
And away we go, without defending to the bitter end that text, let it at the mercy of other players, you can not re-acting after explaining its reasons.
And on another.
Anyone wishing to participate in this adventure, is welcome. For information, leave the mail in the comments, I'll be in touch.
Meanwhile, a huge thanks to my wonderful companions reading

Toni



Monday, November 8, 2010

Irritation From Brazilian Wax

Life is so different from mine near Nordkapp








Today is June 29, 2010, is seven kilometers from Karasjok.
I stayed at the home of a type. The type, operator of the "Engholm Husky lodge," we wanted to repay a kindness with me and offered to stay at home due to a lack of reservation. During the night I woke up and I watched from a window to the bathroom in a cold stream in the night, with the sun, his entire family and then I saw a huge vat where they are immersed in hot water. They are so different from me. I was tired, but I was rested, I do not think I would have plunged into a stream of water from melting snow of the surrounding mountains. I'm watching them with a tip envy. I sleep.
I wake up at 7, and I welcome the smiling host, who tells me something about him. The whole house was entirely built by him, almost entirely of wood. Outside has a husky dog \u200b\u200bfarm that uses six to seven months of snow trips a week with groups of eight people to watch the woods, hunting deer, and admire the aurora borealis. Six to seven months he brings people around Finnmark, and he gets alone, for the remaining runs the lodge and train dogs. I do not think that puts me to hunt deer (although there are a number reassuring about 200,000 units), but still intrigues me and I caught his lifestyle. Last night I was about to enter his house, he asked me with the decision to take off my shoes. It 'friendly and helpful, but at the same time has its fixed points. Even people carry around for six months with temperatures of minus twenty and have no dead or frozen to death in his resume makes me think that it has the nerve and that reads the invisible paths and snow in this region, does not use GPS and no snowmobiles. In short, his life is incredibly different from mine.
I greet him, and I leave for Karasjok, I reach it after half an hour. It 's the capital of the Sami people, I see from time to time people dressed in blue and red, a typical costume of the Lapps of these parts. Here are the parliament, which has a substantial decision-making power, and live in peace with the Norwegians. I visited the parliament, I had a guide who was waiting just for me, warned by telephone from the center of tourism. At the end of this structure around a futuristic design and articulated in its intended use (chamber of parliament, library, meeting rooms, administrative offices) refuses to tip the guide, is his work, he explains, has already paid . Then I stop at the museum Sami, I see their houses, I read of the use, listen to traditional songs, I will reflect on their tools and their jewels. After fifteen minutes I prepares a media room with projection of their history in Italian, just for me. In short, they have a kindness and a disposition to smile like no other. Continuation
, abandonment the town and waiting for me in solitary hours of cycling, from time to time a car passes, drizzling. On my left, on the horizon, a mountain of snow with vertical stripes that cross it entirely. These mountains, gradually closer, will accompany me throughout the day. Around me, mosses, lichens and small trees. Mosquitoes, by the thousands. Fortunately, they hate the movement of the bike, assail me when I stop to eat and take pictures. The course of the road is undulating and difficult: I'm walking in the hills close to a myriad of lakes. It stops raining, I see the sea in the distance. Even a little 'sun, now. A headlong down the side of a river outlet of a lake, and reach Lakselv, four houses equipped with four Coop (I swear that you call it that) and above all a comfortable hotel full of ladies and gentlemen who can not wait for the next day to reach Nordkapp fitted adventurous double-decker bus. I take a shower and I sling to eat. The buffet menu is ideal after eighty-five km bike. Camera facing north, the clouds are sparse, I can see the midnight sun. A
tomorrow

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Recharge With Hdfc Debit Card

IN SEARCH OF WINTER

the "disease"
I think it's a disease ... the desire to climb.
Climb, climb, climb, as if you will.
A real love relationship with the rock, where the senses perceive the secrets of the earth, where the hard stone welcomes you and allows you to "create."
S i, because a road on the rock is a "creature" is like painting a picture, how to draw a dress. All you have inside is released, it is expressed, transmitted on the rock. The result is art, a line ... a line that includes emotions, fears, moments, moments when we feel in control of the world and times when you feel small and overwhelmed by the grandeur of nature.
A ver afraid to face a difficult passage is part of the game, this is perhaps the best feeling, the fact to get a discussion of risk.
The risk of falling, flying. Perhaps the ultimate protection is down, a few feet below, but that's where is the best out of you, you know you gotta go, is like entering a tunnel and comes out when you feel you are grown up, once said of Essert . It 's a wonderful feeling ...

And go ahead, higher still, listening to music and smelling the smells of football ... notes perfect shots of the hammer on a nail well put, the music that comes out when the hand search of the multitude of "tools of the trade" the nut of the correct size you need for that slot ...
. .. also "all spring," "Put in the Game", "Give me a rope", they become music. Communications with traveling companions, with whom, in addition to climbing a rope, another rope was tied by invisible, which is that of a deep friendship that only the mountains and sometimes extreme conditions it imposes may create.

S ono grateful to the rocks. I take all of this ...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Difference Pms And Pregnant Breasts

blood of dogs. Veronica Tomassini

In "Reading Workshop" I quote an article on book "Blood of a Dog" Veronica Tomassini.
Behold, I tell you.
Toni La Malfa

Friday, October 29, 2010

Ram Dev Babas Medicine For Infection From Spider

Address by President


With these few words I wish to thank my President Hu Jintao and Prime Minister Wen Jiabao. Thank you, and all the Chinese people for the welcome they received in this amazing and vast country. I remember with emotion the moment, when I was only twenty-four, was proclaimed by Mao Tse Tung, the birth of the Republic of China, and today I feel that same emotion. I never imagined then that, now old, I would be here in an official capacity as President of the Italian Republic, sixty years later. China has walked a lot in recent years has allowed one billion three hundred million human beings can have food, care for illness, a house, a job. Not cheap. This vast country has traveled in the economic field, in the last twenty years, long way, has forged ahead of the industrial progress in other countries has grown in more than a century. I hope that trade agreements, import-export business between China and Italy, cultural relations and friendship to develop to an increasing extent. It 's a huge country, yours, with huge resources, whose path must not be terminated. Progress is not measured solely by the gross domestic product, but also the means by which these immense riches have been created. With the work, of course. But even with the work of six million people - often guilty of only dissented against the state - interned in the Laogai which produces everything - from toys to computers, home furnishings and so on - and where living conditions are inhumane. The path should not be considered complete, Mr. President and Mr. Minister, if the complaint does still heavily on the media, which prevents the visibility of many websites, if they were prevented from freely express. As it was during the sad days of 1989, which could have been an opportunity for comparison, bitter, but civil, with the new political and social models that enlivened the fertile minds of many college students, teachers and workers. The events of 1989, notorious under the icon of the Tiananmen Square, we are solved in a bath of blood, deportations, camps for "reeducation" death sentences.
One of the founders of that political movement and intellectual Liu Xiaobo repeatedly imprisoned and punished, until recently sentenced to eleven years' imprisonment for crimes of opinion only. Liu Xiaobo, by virtue of its strong commitment to promoting human rights, was awarded the Nobel Prize for peace. In prison can not rejoice with anyone, he is prevented from giving interviews to journalists, and even his wife, Liu Xia is under arrest for the simple fact of being the wife of a Nobel prize uncomfortable.
I ask Mr. President and Mr. Minister - and I will end here - to reserve Liu Xiaobo to your fellow citizen the same reception that was given to me, and if this is not possible and convenient, ask to be freed and cleared of his charges. What today can hug his wife, who on December 10 he would withdraw the Nobel Prize.
I ask you a lot, I am aware. I ask this in the name of the unbounded admiration I feel for this country in the name of a large and growing recognition of China as a world player by the entire international community, I ask, remembering the emotion I experienced sixty years ago, because those promises of a newborn's Republic of China are no longer disregarded.
Thank you, Mr. President, thank you Mr. Minister.

This is the speech that I wanted to hear from President Giorgio Napolitano, a person whom I respect, on the occasion of his visit to China. So it was, there were only vague references to human rights and smoky (that probably nobody understands).

Sin

Toni La Malfa

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Disney Cinemagicgames





Blardo at the start and the race in Soelden, race postponed due to bad weather .. New protections arms ForHeroes complte resin and composite fibers .

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

American Eagle Gold Bullion Fake

Norwegians, Chinese and Italians



When I elementary schools, often telling jokes that would emphasize the cleverness of the Italian people - us the illusion of being the best - compared to the defects of other peoples. If today I were to invent a story like that, I would put much more prominent. I try.

There are some Norwegians who want each year reward a person in the world who have distinguished themselves in humanitarian activities, or who may be carriers of peace. The premium in question is the Nobel Prize for peace. These Norwegians, a committee elected by their Parliament, awarded the 2010 Nobel prize for peace to Liu Xiaobo, a Chinese who has promoted his country's battles for civil rights and humanitarian, and now is serving a sentence of eleven years prison for having criticized the Chinese government on several occasions.

The judges who condemned Chinese Lu Xiaobo said of him:

... Liu Xiaobo

has become guilty of the crime of inciting subversion of order current state and the socialist system, with a pipeline beyond the limits of freedom of expression . Therefore instances presented by the accused and his defense attorneys can not be accepted. Considered to be separate, nature, circumstances and degree of social dangerousness of the crime ascribed to the accused Liu Xiaobo, the Court, in accordance with Articles [...] of the Criminal Code of the Republic of China, judges

:

1) Liu Xiaobo The accused guilty of the crime of inciting subversion of state legislation, condemns him to a term of eleven years in prison and deprives him of his political rights for twelve years .[...]

There are Italians who have received with full honors on October 7 last year, the Chinese Premier Wen Jiabao, and agreed with him and his management aims to achieve in next 5 years, the exchange of 80 -100 billion euro. Well. We are in crisis, and these trade agreements will give a crumb of breath more to our economy. But not a word was said about human rights violations in China, how these fabulous Chinese turnovers are achieved, often by imposing forced labor (re-education campaigns) to dissidents, academics, intellectuals, students (we are talking of millions of Chinese working for free), also underpaying labor, disregarding safety rules at work. Not a word was said on the single party, the lack of press freedom, the lack, in fact, freedom of expression.

fact.

An Italian, the prime minister Silvio Berlusconi, expressed an "admiring appreciation" for the role of the international politics of China. The premier praised the "great wisdom" that there is in international relations of China which "is always presented with the desire to quell all the conflicts and resolve all situations with great wisdom and seriousness "in the sign of what a Chinese minister has established a policy inspired by" harmony. "

Almost a temporal paradox, therefore, the announcement a few hours later, on October 8, awarding the Nobel Peace Prize to Liu Xiaobo. The freezing of diplomatic relations threatened by Beijing on the eve of today's announcement did not scare the Nobel Committee.

Frost, of course, the Norwegians are used to.

Viva Norwegians. Viva Liu Xiaobo. We hope that on December 10 he will receive the award the Nobel Peace Prize in 2010.