And do not make jokes about the size of my ass, that is a miserable size 38! XDDDD
unexpected like a slice of cake in August, today just got a notification of winning by Rita : Night Owl Paper Goods giveaway! : D
As a clinical case it took me an hour and a half to choose the notebook, but there are really too many nice things about that site! : D
Instead I take the opportunity to do some well-deserved publicity to the latest creation of Ilaria : once again has outdone herself! From a discussion on amigurumi eggs kinder and did this crazy bat! :)
I'm finishing the hand puppet for the Halloween contest: stay home in bed with a fever helps to complete unfinished work! : D
After a month of evening work, I've almost done! The octopus is about to be thrown into the frying pan! XDDD There he immortalized in his last moments before assembling the final: D
And this is the spoils of the afternoon session of shopping! ^ __ ^ The pelosotto began to appreciate the balls, alas!
Two skeins of cashmere that will soon become the blue gloves and a few faithful skein of cable for amigurumi: D
... calling lightbox >____ < E si trova ad un prezzo non troppo inaccessibile su ebay, purtroppo XD It 's a kind of box to which you link the cold light lamps to simulate ... the day XD
Following this tutorial I tried to build one, but the results I was able to get the photographs I'm not satisfied at all:-O
It 's all a matter of bulbs, and unfortunately I have not found the right ones: (
I was thinking of buying only the spotlights and 50W to reconstruct the folding lightbox like the one shown in this tutorial .. aaah, the dramas of life XDDDD
E 'on Sunday, equipped with a helmet construction and hiking shoes I join a group blog and m'inoltro sketcher in the Red Eagle. delayed arrival at first and then I'm not with the group. Way to a ghost town, abandoned and destroyed. Suffering. There is an eerie silence. Looking around, the rubble of the houses, I see pieces of other people's lives. I got a shiver down my spine. In the ruins there are still personal items ... While I'm on the square to draw and take pictures, watch a very touching scene. A local woman has entered the red zone, but invite the soldiers to leave. "I just want to see my house, why not make me go!" "Because they can?" (Referring to us). I feel the suffering of this woman, and I can not do anything! Maybe if they did at least go for a moment. If gave the opportunity to contemplate a piece of life that no longer exists! To cry, if necessary. If this is then used to go on ... Then I'm talking with the person who is accompanying us. It has the melancholy in his eyes. He tells us how it was before the life in those parts: Remember all the details, details. I listen and I would talk for hours. We are all visitors silence, listening with respect and with a heavy heart compassion. We feel the anger of Aquilani, anger grows within us. Aquilani's cover every day life that does not belong to him anymore, not the slightest trace of the reconstruction, and those who have the strength to rebuild, are blocked by red tape and power plays. Who administers it has even the courage to seize a wheelbarrow to those who have more, if not the desire to react. Then comes lunch time. We were welcomed into a small bar, unprepared for the arrival of such agent. Yet they made us sit down. We have prepared an excellent starter, with what they had available. They did the "multiplication of bread and fish." They treated us with very much respect! Before I asked them to go away: "What can we do for you?" They said, tell everyone what you saw. Tell that to the neighbors. Do we know how. And when you ask "How are the tort," say "You can not complain." In the sense that they can not even protest. salute them with love and serenity in the heart. The promise is to return, even more with our notebooks and cameras! Of course we do! Matilda
I tried to resist but there was no way stoically: cold, baby! >____ < Here I am before to the PC with shiny eyes and four packets of Kleenex in your pocket *____*
The week passed in a flash and I can say that I ever "got shit" with the amigurumi ^___^
I did the teddy Barbara (I miss most only nose and eyes that, given my very limited skills to stitch, I'm waiting by the U.S.)
I started the tender octopus of Pepika sailor (with a soft blue ball!)
e. .. bought half a deluge of new pattern! XD I'm a mess of the finances, I know: D
Then ... I promised to update you on the Mini-Me Ne contest, right? : D What can I say? Sunday morning after a night at the pub we took the photos that we could do more stupid! XDDD There is no way that you find the courage to publish certain obscenity XDDD If I can not do some magheggio I think the weekend with Photoshop beat a retreat ... ingaggerò or of appearing to be immortalized in our place
XDDD PS: new contest for the Halloween Treasure Chest of Ideas ! Would you like to participate? : D (Lucy, you look at the pass: D :****)
Based on the novel by Jonathan Safran Foer, the film can be divided into three parti.Nella first part of the film plays on folk, ironic take on the cultural exchange between Jonathan and Alex. Jonathan is an American guy, thoughtful, reflective, and vegetarian (seems to be a blasphemy to certain latitudes), Alex is Ukrainian, living a myth of Western culture and do not go to bed with women born before 1969, when he said it would be was invented tantric position 69, in fact.
The second part of the film is represented by the journey in search of Trachimbrod, a shtetl in which there is no trace, whose name means nothing to most. We are almost in front of a road movie, in which the protagonists mature along. The topic of aging is bound to see clearly. The grandfather of Alex, pretending to be Czech, lived on their skin the Holocaust, the experience and the memories are inside him, he can not sell. The theme of his blindness seems to attempt to remove a painful memory. is antithetical to the situation of Jonathan port glasses with very thick lenses. E 'in search of truth, memory, and not having experience, his vision is incomplete. It 'made up of objects and symbols that collects quirky to reconstruct what happened to his family and his people. Not by chance is a collector, but his collection is unusual: not tied to a passion, rather motivated by the need not to forget those moments, do not forget lives. And his life ... seems entirely dedicated to the memory.
The third part of the film is the lighting. The clarity comes from a woman who lives outside of time and reality. In the scene where the protagonist goes to Trachimbrod seems a spirit, as if to symbolize that even in this immense is the role of "dead".
the dead as a metaphor of memory and history. A deep history as a movement that goes beyond the lives that goes beyond what the individual living being.
It seems that our players have the task of conveying to the lives and destinies through History receive from the past.
if to say that only the memory does justice to those who have lived and at the same time is a source of light for the present, thanks to it everything is illuminated.
recommend everyone see it, has something poetic, illuminating and lightens the heart, despite the heaviness of the theme.
