E 'came first the chicken ...
or Daisy Duck? The question arose in me these days when my house we are in full revival of songs for children. Or do you believe that, as precisely Poppies and Ducklings , sung by Nilla Pizzi in 1952 to second in Sanremo Festival (where all the songs in the race were all performed by a few actors, which explains the placement of the first lace, second - just with Poppies and Ducks - and third place). That is about an impossible love zoofloreale, instigating the "supine resignation of its welfare state" - Daisy you were born, what do we want? - in the opinion of some historians who accuse it of traditionalism. Another interpretation, however, saw it as a subliminal message antigovernment: then came the scythe that cut the grain and a gust of wind took up the poppies, supported by the fact that the subsequent "election campaign of PCI was based on a poster where the top brass Democrats were mowed down by the wind of revolutionary communism: the duck impaperata was harassed and people with no choice, the tall poppies, DC. "
Not bad for a song played by the Piccolo Coro also dell'Antoniano. My question is rather more mundane: the metaphor of "tall poppies" this song existed before or was a serendipitous and inspired invention of Mario Panzeri? Reference to
this site for further information and full text. .. Give us a read and then tell me if you remember this ...
the way, the song became a hit in 53 even in the English version Poppa Piccolino sung by Diana Dekker, seasoned with text concertina and miss ... in a bucolic vision of sunny Italy
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Company Anniversary Invitation Sample
Classic Christmas
One of the few things I miss in my life are the classic TV-less Christmas. Those that recur every year, most constant of the almonds and candied fruit in the cake! I am referring to marathons of Asterix Asterix and Cleopatra, The Twelve Labours of Asterix, seasoned with those characters and those entr'actes musical contour unforgettable! Fortunately, there are DVDs! I was trying to recall the text of the dream of Obelix "When the appetite is" when I decided to check on YouTube and I found that not everyone has decided to translate the original French songs ... and above all that the Italian text which is very affectionate at times completely different! The Lion of Cleopatra has "the voice on the tenor solo in Italian! If we think that for years in my childhood I believed that the original was Italian because of the "These Romans are crazy", which is waaay more appropriate as the original but insipid "the sont fous ces Romains" : D
One of the few things I miss in my life are the classic TV-less Christmas. Those that recur every year, most constant of the almonds and candied fruit in the cake! I am referring to marathons of Asterix Asterix and Cleopatra, The Twelve Labours of Asterix, seasoned with those characters and those entr'actes musical contour unforgettable! Fortunately, there are DVDs! I was trying to recall the text of the dream of Obelix "When the appetite is" when I decided to check on YouTube and I found that not everyone has decided to translate the original French songs ... and above all that the Italian text which is very affectionate at times completely different! The Lion of Cleopatra has "the voice on the tenor solo in Italian! If we think that for years in my childhood I believed that the original was Italian because of the "These Romans are crazy", which is waaay more appropriate as the original but insipid "the sont fous ces Romains" : D
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Average Bmi For A Model
Ethics
not have (by choice) a TV my connection with the "facts of the day" is given by RSS feeds that I read the headlines in my email program, clicking a ' any depth. Which often does not cover real news. The idea of today by the media about what has been called the "porno-prof". I remember seeing the headlines on billboards and the newspaper that he spent more than a shrug. I summarize as I digested the news, forgive inaccuracies: Professor by day, anywhere pornodiva night, expulsion from school after some students had papered the bathroom with his photos "stolen" from the Internet, readmitted, but after the threat of parents, and relegated to evening courses for adults. Now, go back to the fore as a result of his (seguitissima) erotic performance at the show, I think in Berlin, rap is a colleague who complains of not having ethics and give a bad example, which says that for her ethics is teach well and that what he does in private sites for consenting adults should not be of interest, as well as the education of children from their families should not be delegated to the school.
And I agree. It 's easier to drive a (good?) Taught by hiding behind the facade of respectability to admit that they have left their children free to surf the sites unsuitable for children. It considers the behavior of private of a person (at least as you guarantee) has a professional attitude upright, rather than an operation of self-criticism. We're not talking about the other porno-prof get naked in the classroom, or the good guys that pick up mates get naked with mobile phones and then publish on the Internet. The professional ethics of a teacher expected to warm up the chair, or engage in school hours work per second in black, or even be ignorant vulgar, provided they have no "vice"? The thing seems disturbingly hypocritical in a country where porn stars are "ladies" ... as it were, a profession morally harmful for boys but not for those sitting in parliament.
guess, based on statistics, a percentage of these Puritan parents regularly betray their partner, often prostitutes and have subscribed to the pay sites for adult children when the angels have made the images attached to the bathroom. Whitewashed tombs. I hope my son finds his way into the good teachers - good teaching. "
not have (by choice) a TV my connection with the "facts of the day" is given by RSS feeds that I read the headlines in my email program, clicking a ' any depth. Which often does not cover real news. The idea of today by the media about what has been called the "porno-prof". I remember seeing the headlines on billboards and the newspaper that he spent more than a shrug. I summarize as I digested the news, forgive inaccuracies: Professor by day, anywhere pornodiva night, expulsion from school after some students had papered the bathroom with his photos "stolen" from the Internet, readmitted, but after the threat of parents, and relegated to evening courses for adults. Now, go back to the fore as a result of his (seguitissima) erotic performance at the show, I think in Berlin, rap is a colleague who complains of not having ethics and give a bad example, which says that for her ethics is teach well and that what he does in private sites for consenting adults should not be of interest, as well as the education of children from their families should not be delegated to the school.
And I agree. It 's easier to drive a (good?) Taught by hiding behind the facade of respectability to admit that they have left their children free to surf the sites unsuitable for children. It considers the behavior of private of a person (at least as you guarantee) has a professional attitude upright, rather than an operation of self-criticism. We're not talking about the other porno-prof get naked in the classroom, or the good guys that pick up mates get naked with mobile phones and then publish on the Internet. The professional ethics of a teacher expected to warm up the chair, or engage in school hours work per second in black, or even be ignorant vulgar, provided they have no "vice"? The thing seems disturbingly hypocritical in a country where porn stars are "ladies" ... as it were, a profession morally harmful for boys but not for those sitting in parliament.
guess, based on statistics, a percentage of these Puritan parents regularly betray their partner, often prostitutes and have subscribed to the pay sites for adult children when the angels have made the images attached to the bathroom. Whitewashed tombs. I hope my son finds his way into the good teachers - good teaching. "
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Death Watch Book Chapter]
Like Home
I realize that writing a post in three hours alternating with the broom and the sponge is not the best for the quality of the writing, but I must say it served its purpose! My fold today is a bit 'less stable, and if now baby, it seems, decides to get a snoring, I could improve the situation further.
few days ago, I reflected with![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vGmxeWhNNED73NZlAFSTcJdx6ooY5yxHqocJqZ6TpJRdrUEcT-WaG6gKqZv6i34HULfbIidvhJ0cGJExV3EE04ak4Xx1jSJJnccoTEKxdl=s0-d)
cawa74 on how unsettling for me to know that my house will probably be my home forever. From one point of view, my house is the dream of my youth: for agricultural provincialotta like me, the apartment in the center was the best I could wish for: nothing awake at 6 am to catch a bus stipatissimo and go to school, the opportunity to have classmates to reach, maybe a social life with peers. I think that puppy will appreciate this choice right now to go to the playground on foot and meet children his age is still a positive experience. Sure, it's an old two-bedroom, indeed, perhaps the definition better apartment with kitchenette, no garage, no elevator (and my back that scarrozza spending and 10 kg of puppy up and down is well aware), the balconies are tiny and there is even a clothes horse. But the building is small, 6 apartments have windows on three sides, floors, Palladian, heights over 3 meters, the rooms are large, brick and stone walls, a little 'the dream of every conservative like me.
But regardless of the intrinsic merits, the idea that I find it difficult to get used to is that my house without any forecasts of future moves, among others in a moment that for over twenty years has been my home is undergoing restructuring and is equal to itself. I know for most people there is no "home" stable over time, but I, just because I had this myth campagnola provincialotta stable from early childhood. The point is that I did not anticipate to have it now, probably. When I got married in the last millennium, we opted for a solution which they were created as temporary, a mini, the most that could enable our pockets. The fact that it was not final was quite clear: I never moved my books and many of my things have been piled up by my parents. The next phase, although much closer to my idea of "home" very limited prospects due to the fact that, just to have a garden (and a tavern-study) was a two-bedroom in the province, in that part of anything where the costs are still acceptable and the limited distances. Despite having worked hard to redesign the house, I never really loved. He had flaws that made me anxious, especially for the safety of pigrotti. Moreover, in the meantime, we went to rent an apartment in town and it was becoming a drug. When I found myself alone and pregnant in the flat country was no longer a viable option, both economically and for me alone, and psychologically. My agent, I am conscious that for some years now, I only showed little house: I have visited in the evening and the morning already I was putting on paper the proposed purchase. Love at first sight. Sure, the previous owners were much more orderly than I, even I had been without puppy and the two pigrotti.
Yet it took me months to realize that in this house I finally have a library with all my books (and honestly I do not know how many more, having spent my youth to buy non-stop:)). It 's a little trivial, but since in almost eight months have not yet managed to empty the boxes of what I have accumulated in recent years, I think the idea of how to make a part of me seem to resist to settle in a Final . But I see that they are also encouraged to write to act, for which continued unabated to lose battles in this war on clutter in my house, which is ultimately also that of my life ... We hope for good!
I realize that writing a post in three hours alternating with the broom and the sponge is not the best for the quality of the writing, but I must say it served its purpose! My fold today is a bit 'less stable, and if now baby, it seems, decides to get a snoring, I could improve the situation further.
few days ago, I reflected with
cawa74 on how unsettling for me to know that my house will probably be my home forever. From one point of view, my house is the dream of my youth: for agricultural provincialotta like me, the apartment in the center was the best I could wish for: nothing awake at 6 am to catch a bus stipatissimo and go to school, the opportunity to have classmates to reach, maybe a social life with peers. I think that puppy will appreciate this choice right now to go to the playground on foot and meet children his age is still a positive experience. Sure, it's an old two-bedroom, indeed, perhaps the definition better apartment with kitchenette, no garage, no elevator (and my back that scarrozza spending and 10 kg of puppy up and down is well aware), the balconies are tiny and there is even a clothes horse. But the building is small, 6 apartments have windows on three sides, floors, Palladian, heights over 3 meters, the rooms are large, brick and stone walls, a little 'the dream of every conservative like me. But regardless of the intrinsic merits, the idea that I find it difficult to get used to is that my house without any forecasts of future moves, among others in a moment that for over twenty years has been my home is undergoing restructuring and is equal to itself. I know for most people there is no "home" stable over time, but I, just because I had this myth campagnola provincialotta stable from early childhood. The point is that I did not anticipate to have it now, probably. When I got married in the last millennium, we opted for a solution which they were created as temporary, a mini, the most that could enable our pockets. The fact that it was not final was quite clear: I never moved my books and many of my things have been piled up by my parents. The next phase, although much closer to my idea of "home" very limited prospects due to the fact that, just to have a garden (and a tavern-study) was a two-bedroom in the province, in that part of anything where the costs are still acceptable and the limited distances. Despite having worked hard to redesign the house, I never really loved. He had flaws that made me anxious, especially for the safety of pigrotti. Moreover, in the meantime, we went to rent an apartment in town and it was becoming a drug. When I found myself alone and pregnant in the flat country was no longer a viable option, both economically and for me alone, and psychologically. My agent, I am conscious that for some years now, I only showed little house: I have visited in the evening and the morning already I was putting on paper the proposed purchase. Love at first sight. Sure, the previous owners were much more orderly than I, even I had been without puppy and the two pigrotti.
Yet it took me months to realize that in this house I finally have a library with all my books (and honestly I do not know how many more, having spent my youth to buy non-stop:)). It 's a little trivial, but since in almost eight months have not yet managed to empty the boxes of what I have accumulated in recent years, I think the idea of how to make a part of me seem to resist to settle in a Final . But I see that they are also encouraged to write to act, for which continued unabated to lose battles in this war on clutter in my house, which is ultimately also that of my life ... We hope for good!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
New Hampshire Media Auditions
Exchange satgione
Because tonight I'm home alone (puppy went to dinner with the grandparents popes) are left without apology to my poor little house that screams revenge for months ... for months ... I always say, because since I moved in late March, I never really finished the move. Now, ignoring the odyssey of moving (and crises of nerves for aid) at the time was three months old puppy recently and was limited to playing with things at hand ... But now he crawls like a train, thanks to the presence of two pigrotti that from this point the view has always been an inspiration. This means that if before the house could have an encampment of boxes waiting to find the final destination of the content, now I have to avoid becoming a minefield for my small and tireless explorer.
Yet between this pressing need and its realization in the past months it seems that there was no way of finding the key to the problem ... The first problem is obviously me: messy by nature, by choice or necessity, even I do not know which of the three. Messy but fussy, Rompin I would say (and who knows me can confirm) that order is not an ordinary but an exact science, to which I have always given an intrinsic value spiritual reorganization when I start a new job, make a change ... Another problem for me is reordered in the company, which, you will agree with me, when you're single it's a drama. Not that I want to wash my floor to another, only, as I do, I prefer to have someone to talk to, this evening is replaced by my blog. Among other things, having puppy home, a second person at least has become crucial to avoid hurt ... I know it's crazy, but the question is crucial, because the simplest thing turns out to be practically impossible. Why .. Where can I get to spend two hours to keep me company while Rassetto home? Therefore, we exclude the Gilmore my sanity, to ask for help? Most people work all week, use one part of the weekend to tidy up your home or shop and the remainder being able to relax and have fun. How dare I ask to go, I know, Saturday afternoon to watch me make the switch cabinets?? Who does not work in general has no children, and worse than worse, I can not call my sister and ask her to find a babysitter for her to control devils my puppy.
And then, and here I am venting, comes the insult are those who have offered aid: when you need a hand call ! Have you ever? and above all, never been desperate enough (as unfortunately it was me) to ask for help seriously? I would be happy but .... and the slew of explanations (plausible and fair, for sure, do not say no) is practically endless. Worse: I can not this week, but next I am free ... Try asking the next week and find that you could tell me before I kept free, I'm so sorry ... but So, I understand to be a human case that inspires compassion, but friends, real ones, I have always honestly said no, then find, impossible triangle, the time to chat with me anyway. Easier said than done and the sea, they said once ...
Puppy has since returned to the fold, a bit 'cleaner (the fold is still a stable: D) even if the plates of the first reference to them tomorrow morning ... goodnight! Today
Because tonight I'm home alone (puppy went to dinner with the grandparents popes) are left without apology to my poor little house that screams revenge for months ... for months ... I always say, because since I moved in late March, I never really finished the move. Now, ignoring the odyssey of moving (and crises of nerves for aid) at the time was three months old puppy recently and was limited to playing with things at hand ... But now he crawls like a train, thanks to the presence of two pigrotti that from this point the view has always been an inspiration. This means that if before the house could have an encampment of boxes waiting to find the final destination of the content, now I have to avoid becoming a minefield for my small and tireless explorer.
Yet between this pressing need and its realization in the past months it seems that there was no way of finding the key to the problem ... The first problem is obviously me: messy by nature, by choice or necessity, even I do not know which of the three. Messy but fussy, Rompin I would say (and who knows me can confirm) that order is not an ordinary but an exact science, to which I have always given an intrinsic value spiritual reorganization when I start a new job, make a change ... Another problem for me is reordered in the company, which, you will agree with me, when you're single it's a drama. Not that I want to wash my floor to another, only, as I do, I prefer to have someone to talk to, this evening is replaced by my blog. Among other things, having puppy home, a second person at least has become crucial to avoid hurt ... I know it's crazy, but the question is crucial, because the simplest thing turns out to be practically impossible. Why .. Where can I get to spend two hours to keep me company while Rassetto home? Therefore, we exclude the Gilmore my sanity, to ask for help? Most people work all week, use one part of the weekend to tidy up your home or shop and the remainder being able to relax and have fun. How dare I ask to go, I know, Saturday afternoon to watch me make the switch cabinets?? Who does not work in general has no children, and worse than worse, I can not call my sister and ask her to find a babysitter for her to control devils my puppy.
And then, and here I am venting, comes the insult are those who have offered aid: when you need a hand call ! Have you ever? and above all, never been desperate enough (as unfortunately it was me) to ask for help seriously? I would be happy but .... and the slew of explanations (plausible and fair, for sure, do not say no) is practically endless. Worse: I can not this week, but next I am free ... Try asking the next week and find that you could tell me before I kept free, I'm so sorry ... but So, I understand to be a human case that inspires compassion, but friends, real ones, I have always honestly said no, then find, impossible triangle, the time to chat with me anyway. Easier said than done and the sea, they said once ...
Puppy has since returned to the fold, a bit 'cleaner (the fold is still a stable: D) even if the plates of the first reference to them tomorrow morning ... goodnight! Today
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