On Saturday, after Nice, I suddenly found myself screaming loudly “Have you seen the rain?”, “Knoking on Heaven’s door” and other oldfashioned stuff written some years before and after I was born. It was Gianni’s 39th birthday. Gianni runs one of the two bars here, “Vecchi Ricordi” (”Old Memories”). Makes excellent cappuccinos. He looks like “The Family Guy”:
Today we have been there with a friend from Torino, Giovanna. She asked for “a marrocchino”. Well, he knows how to do the marrocchino! Pity he doesn’t have a menu, and we don’t know what else he can do.
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Very tired. I planned:
- to buy jeans
- to buy white trousers
- to watch “Pink Parade” (a sort of “Gay Parade”, as far as I can understand
- on my way back either to watch Venus ans Saturn at the observatory of Perinaldo or visit “Sagra della trota” at Carpasio
What I did:
- bought a bag
- bought red shoes
- shopped for food at Leclerk
that’s it. Got too tired for anything else. Dissapointed.
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Since February, I live in Italy. Since 15th of May, we have internet access. I just don’t know where to start, how to sort out my virtual life…
I will start right here and now. Sunset. Mountains. Tired. To walk or not to walk?.. To go to Nice tomorrow or not to go?.. There will be a Pink Parade in Nice; a kind of gay parade, I suppose. I have never seen any gay parades so far, so I am curious. Afterwards, there is a choice: either to go to Perinaldo to watch stars or rather to Carpasio, to a Sagra della Trota (festival of salmon)?
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That’s what I call patriotic.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CApnpkWQGHw
Falco seemed to be a cool guy, so sorry he’s dead.
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If someone were to come to me and say, “Wooster, would you be interested in joining a society I am starting whose aim will be the suppression of aunts or at least will see to it that they are kept on a short chain and not permitted to roam hither and thither at will, scattering desolation on all sides?”, I would reply, “Wilbraham,” if his name was Wilbraham, “I am with you heart and soul. Put me down as a foundation member.
I totally agree.
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Impressive. 5 most dangerous roads on Earth.
I am not surprised that two from the five are in Russia.
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An article about how Japanese started to get “depressions”, because western pharmaceutical companies felt a need to sell them prozak and other antidepressant drugs.
For 1,500 years of Japanese history, Buddhism has encouraged the acceptance of sadness and discouraged the pursuit of happiness — a fundamental distinction between Western and Eastern attitudes. The first of Buddhism’s four central precepts is: suffering exists. Because sickness and death are inevitable, resisting them brings more misery, not less. ”Nature shows us that life is sadness, that everything dies or ends,” Hayao Kawai, a clinical psychologist who is now Japan’s commissioner of cultural affairs, said. ”Our mythology repeats that; we do not have stories where anyone lives happily ever after.” Happiness is nearly always fleeting in Japanese art and literature. That bittersweet aesthetic, known as aware, prizes melancholy as a sign of sensitivity.
This traditional way of thinking about suffering helps to explain why mild depression was never considered a disease. ”Melancholia, sensitivity, fragility — these are not negative things in a Japanese context,” Tooru Takahashi, a psychiatrist who worked for Japan’s National Institute of Mental Health for 30 years, explained. ”It never occurred to us that we should try to remove them, because it never occurred to us that they were bad.”
The medical model of depression, by contrast, sees suffering as pathological and prescribes a pill in response. That outlook is partly pragmatic: call depression a disease and health insurance covers its treatment.
Via Misha Verbitsky.
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Stopping going to the office was one of the best decisions of my life, despite all the things that I miss. If I hadn’t stopped working, I could have make weird things, like this guy. Yes, my job was that boring.
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