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physical (non) free exit

A solid body can not pass through another solid. If not mistaken, this is a law known enough in the world of physics. But even non-physicists like me can easily imagine that if a prisoner wants to escape from the window of the cell in which it must first find a way to cut the bars, otherwise it bumps into (unless the prisoner is not Wayne Szalinski - right in the picture - and failed to take his car inside the cell restringiragazzi). In addition, the transporter has not yet been invented and, among other things, now even fans of star trek no longer hope .

In Bologna there is a physics department, full of physicists, but-I-lacking both machines restringifisiciinpredaalpanico that human teleportation machine.

the Physics Department of Bologna is this mysterious message.

Now I ask the many physicists and scientists from various reading this site every day, like everything is possible. Maybe Star Trek fans are wrong, or maybe Dr. Szalinski really exists. The mystery is dense, the questions are multiple, inquitudine the increase in me, what lies behind all this?

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We have lost the memory

from a CD borrowed from Daniel,

We lost the memory of the fifteenth century

fifteen, the fifteenth, the century we lost

lost his memory, we have fifteen century

we lost Papetti, baby food, pimp

we ... fifteenth century.

Ladies and gentlemen

we lost the fifteenth century.

The song (which is not song, as performed and no music) is called evaporation, begins with the steps that approach and continues with words reported (by the way, did you know that have given ig-Nobel Prize for engineering a party who has patented the carry-over?) up here, the tools musical kazumba a battery and an electric razor philips (by the way, did you know that soon will buy an electric battery philips camera, but JVC?) and when I heard it I laughed like crazy ( By the way, did you know that surprises you a laugh by changing the perception of reality?). The CD is titled Damned and is the work of that group and only unrepeatable called Area (by the way, did you know that the mini hockey if a penalty was awarded to the defending team within its area to the free throw can be beaten by any point located just outside the same?). The album for those who have the ear used to (but also for those who have become accustomed - then that means having the ear accustomed ? As if you were to get used to the ear, what then ? then what ear? habit, we have lost the habit of habit, lost the ear fifteen blog. I had lost my blog, but you get used to the ear, use to use. The ear fifteen. Habit lost blog habit.

Ladies and gentlemen I had lost my BLOG

ok, I've unlocked. From tomorrow, only post sensible .)

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Tim Buckley - Happy Sad

I lent this cd and for this reason was a bit 'of time not listening. I remember it was one of my favorites, but sometimes it just inside the player to listen to the track number 5, gypsy woman, who from the first play was one of my favorite songs ever. Then, today, after so many days, I picked up the plastic case that leaves a nice view of the ugliest covers the history

I pulled out the strange silver disk who was inside and I decided to listen to it all. Well, I have been overwhelmed. All tracks are perfect. I'm not a great lover of the voice in music, often indeed, the voices annoy me too good, taking the thickest part of the speech leaving aside the music, but in this case I have no words. Again, as once I was hooked. The music as a backdrop for a show with only one protagonist: his charming voice. Perfect, you cradle with you, gets you where you want, yell, raise the tone, then lowered them suddenly. The items are only a pretext: the voice is used here as a musical instrument, the same word may lengthen infinity, or contract in a scream and have different meanings. It takes just a few drums and a couple of guitars to hold and to make everything perfect, or nearly so. Songs such as dilated and whispered, "Love from room 109 at the islander (on pacific cost highway)," alternating with tribal rhythms and shouts of "Gypsy Woman". I can not find even one false move and metal disk that will remain one of the objects that I care more, able to take a few moments on the other side of the cosmos.

As you can see, this disc is recommended for all, then maybe you will not like, I definitely sing the praises exaggerated, but at this time I'm listening for the second consecutive time, and I write with all the positive feelings that I described earlier on.
This is not intended as a review or anything like that, only a small relief staff.

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Today

maybe I entered the club .

Here the main phases of the event:

Lucu before.

You see it was sad and not happy with herself and her appearance?

But thanks to our treatments, Lucu began to like more

Increasingly ... we're almost

Lucu And here, finally satisfied with himself and at peace with himself and the world after a powerful treatment for hair and beard him by Luque.

see that a large fig tree that is?

Lucu Now is an accomplished, beautiful, and soon became, if the big boss drpsycho will enter the exclusive club of the bulb

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By popular demand ... a small and delicate fairy tale

Physical

Now I'll tell you a story.
There was once a physicist, was a physicist of those very good, and it had also 110 and graduated with honors. I'm physically spent all his time in his lab, he wanted to make the discovery of the century, but did not know which. He stood there in the studio, night and day, day and night to try to understand what he could do, without having decent idea. All this until ... until, a light bulb lit in him, but not because he had an idea, but because the light bulb, says the tale, had to go out a little genius. And so it was. From the light bulb went out a little genius of the little lamp.
"Who are you?" the physicist asked, looking with an air of superiority
tiny little thing "I am the genius," said the little genius with a tiny little Vocino
And physical, a little 'altered: "Here, if there is a genius, that's me!"
"Yeah sure" said the genius physicist butt of consumer jokes and what have you concluded with your genius? You graduated with honors and then? "
"And then ... and then ... and then nothing," stammered the man, at first agreed, then burst into tears.
"Come on, let's leave, and then we did not even happen, I'm here to help, not be a genius in the sense that they are brilliant, I'm a genius because I leave the light bulb. And you know what a little genius when it comes out bulb, right? "
"No, I do not know," said physicist with tears in his eyes and a little 'sobbing
"Emminchia, not even you know this? E 'd be a genius? "roared the little genie lamp, causing a resurgence by the scientist who began to cry again
" No, no, sorry, just kidding, do not take it, "said the little genius from his friendly hand on the shoulder of the physicist ( I guess he realized the gaffe) "I said I'm a little genius, and since you do not know, I tell you that the bulbs are geniuses in the world to fulfill the wishes of scientists (you know, is a patent of Edison ...) "
At this point the tears ceased to flow, the crying stopped and her eyes became suddenly bright.
" Can I ask you all all right? "
" Yes! "
" But everything everything everything? "
"Yes!"
"All right?"
"What the fuck are you, stupid?" Everything I told you everything, it means everything, not even I can repeat it to you! I hurry, there are billions of other physicists throughout the universe waiting for me! "
"Ok, ok, do not get mad, I understood everything. And how long I have to decide?"
The Genius, looked at his watch, then said, "You're lucky, this time I can hold back a bit 'more, say 2 minutes"
"Mmm" began to make the body as he thought, he thought so much, for at least two minutes (for he was almost a record), then said, "Well, because, my problem is not intelligence, I am the smartest of all, but my lack of inspiration comes from the circumstances here, I'd love to have the same chance of Newton, while resting under the tree that inspired the apple fell from the sky in the form of "
" There you are satisfied, "said the genius, cracked fingers and the apple fell.
"Well, then you are stupid, not a genius! I said in a metaphorical sense, not that I meant the apple on his head. Ouch! I meant that I wanted an opportunity like that. Ouch! And now what? "
" I do not know, maybe you'll be inspired even so, I can not do anything, "said the little genie and poof! Disappeared into thin air, even in the bulb.
" Maybe he was right ouch! " thought the physical "is me, I'll keep my apple falls every two minutes in the lead, sooner or later the inspiration will come." The fact
apple fell on man's head, bounced on the ground and then rose and fell on his head.
a long time since that day and the apple did not give company to the physical break even for 5 minutes. Every two minutes, fell on his head, but not had the desired effect. The only consequence was a big bump that gradually grew more and more.
Now, I forgot to tell who lived next to another physical body, his enemy. He hated his university days, because the physical neighbor unlike our friend was really hurt and envy eat him alive. Here, at that time, the history of the apple of course was a source of hilarity for the neighbor, who did nothing but tease our physicist friend. All this lasted until one day, your body really broke the balls to see the growing bump on his head without other consequences. He picked the apple from the ground, out into the garden and kicked him never seen before. The apple, looks a bit 'ended up in the center of the enemy's head physical neighbor who had a nice bump on his head, fell to the ground, got up, went into his study and wrote a complicated formula on the blackboard. As it happens, that made sense. A great sense of the century was the formula, the formula of anti! Get Rich physical and our friend is still there to wonder why.

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I should ...

... reread and edit my own stories and give it to Communicart
... write new
...
study ... update the blog a bit 'more often
...
can listen to more cd ...
can read more books ...
can watch more movies ...
run as much as possible ... start reading manga
...
out more often ...
play more often ... graduate by March
... respond to a couple of e-mail
... think of a gift for Anna
... plan a great trip (maybe in Sardinia by Elisa and not only)
... fantasize as a time
... find my lost
humor ... finish 250 hours of training
... write the article about Kerry
... go see Pixies, Pj Harvey and Cure
in one ... stop to think, to avoid thoughts like "because I think what I think now that I think
?"
... organize a party for Anna
... return some books to the library Borges
... do many other things.

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Attempt No. 2

Lucu: Luque hey hello, is so that we do not see
Luque: Oh no, you're wrong, we have always seen, usually in the morning in the mirror or sometimes even outside my window a few reflective.
c: Luque in fact you are right, but tell me, what did you do these days?
q: well, I did a test, I went back to Catania, I saw fratesim emadreter padrenin, I showed Catania and its two Japanese, I read Post Office, I began to study anthropology ...
c: and then you've seen Kill Bill
Q: I am made the marathon ( vol 1 and vol 2 below), although usually after a marathon and it feels very tired and destroyed instead. ..
c: instead we were happy.
q: h yes, I feel happy whenever I see a movie that I really like listening to a CD or a particularly exciting book or ...
c: Oh well 'we understand, you're sensitive to art.
q: of course you understand, in fact, did you know before.
c: Lucu there is a fundamental problem in our relationship
q: yes, I was thinking about myself and I agree with you. C
here, the problem is this
Q: I know
c: I say or you say to these men and women who read?
q: assuming that there are'll tell you, then you would ...
c: the problem is that we have the same ideas, we have no secrets, we never do anything different, I know that if we go on like this we we should leave and separate.
Q: But how do we stesssa the person, we are not even separated, you're not the soul, and I am not the body., The Cartesian view is also passed, we would look bad and go for "traditionalist" and exceeded ignorant more ...
q: indeed it is true ...
c: But, but ...
q: we could take inspiration from this
c: you're right, this is an idea.
q: But, thinking better ...
c: and here you are right
q: yes, there took place the division between a "good" and "bad" we are all both sides simultaneously
c: uff ... So how is it done?
Q: I know that we should stay together forever ... till death do us part: a pity that you can not divorce themselves
c: Pannella should call and begin to collect signatures
q: I agree!
c: GRR! I hate you!

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dialog box Attempt No. 1 Snow

Every day I spend several hours at the computer browsing through several pages on the Internet. Every day I find myself at least three times on my blog, on this blog. Yet it almost never update it. Today, pausing a bit 'more about this great page (among other things, I changed the graphics-wow-), came to me in the head, like a sudden flash, a question: "What prevents me from updating my blog pissicologgicamente ? And I answered:
not remember what, but I responded. At this point, whatever was the response I get. I understand that the real answer lay in the question (no, my dear friends from readers, I was not stoned, nor have entered into a philosophical world-penny). The real answer lay in the action of self-ask me a question. the real answer is: probably not update my blog semplicementre because I need to write questions and answers, dialogues. In fact, in hindsight this conclusion is not entirely far-fetched. Re-reading my stories know that they are full of dialogues and many of my favorite movies are based on dialogues and the song's catchphrase for an entire season of my life constantly repeated a question (Where Is My Mind?). Simply apply the solution found. Not being a blog chat do not have a second person to talk to, but if we try to publish a dialogue will attempt talking to myself. Considering the fact that a blog should talk about their daily experiences and thoughts or objects related to a given time, I do not ask questions but questions about the essence of things that can bring out something interesting, starting from trivial things .
attempt at dialogue 1:

Lucu: Luque Hello, how's life?
Luque: Well
c: you've been doing today?
q: Nothing particularly interesting: I was writing, as usual
I added some news, then went out e. .. Lucu and that I / you did after
?
c: Ah true, you did it should know it too, as I am you and
vice versa. Yes, we went to the stables to take a sandwich that we ate after
inconrato
Anna on the way to get to study hall.
q: study room and that was it?
c: it was a sal ...
q: ah yes yes, I remember now, having found a place I went Letters
the small study room in which I had never been. And 'no point in me
you say, sorry to put a question so stupid.
c: No, do not worry go ahead: What will you study in study hall?
q: There I started to read the book titled irons
end of mass media that is part of the syllabus in the sociology of the new media
c: Interesting is not it?
Q: Yes, very interesting, talks about the tremendous changes that led
the web about the company e. ..
c: the economy, also investigating the possible future developments!
q: yes, but strangely did not speak of the future scenarios of possible
dialogue with yourself on your blog
c: Yeah, it's strange, perhaps even no, boh. Then we did?
q: then we went home, we have done so many things that are not worth dwelling
(like dinner, pee scratching the ear or roaming
on the internet) and then we decided to update the blog.
c: and we decided to do a dialogue between us by asking questions and giving us many
answers.
q: It 's true, but I have not yet made a request that I mix for the first time

head from the c: and what is it?
q: Do not be dumb, you know what application it is, you are me
c: Ok, tell me what is the point to ask questions of which you already know the answer
?
q: Boh, yet many people do, even the teachers. Perhaps you'd
due place in this way:
c: what is the point to ask questions to themselves, knowing that those who respond
yourself that you will answer just as you had thought
responding when you were asked the question ? Q
here, this is a good question, or maybe not, but I know that ...
c: h It is also known to me that
Q: But what?
c: q
know: yes, I will, but the reader does not know and this dialogue is a tool for
say things to the reader.
c: ie?
q: that is, us, me through this dialogue with you actually say something
the abstract is the reader of this blog.
c: ah, you know (but I already knew before) you speak with me to tell them.
Q:
c: but in the end, we said to them?
q: Nothing
c: then our / my / your attempt has failed
q: maybe, but at least we had fun?
c: boh I sleep and you too will have
q: it is true, but how do you know?
c: idiot you know very well that I am you
q: oops I mean: intelligent know very well that I'm you!
c: ok good night anyway Luque
q: Goodnight Lucu

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Here the situation is incredibly amazing, impossibly unlikely. Yesterday it snowed all day. Snow fort. The piles of snow swept away by shovel and deposited along the roadside are really high. A tree has fallen here in front of destroying a car and a dumpster. Walking down the street (in areas not shoveling) you feel 20/30 cm lower (and in fact six 30 inches below the level of snow).

And then the man sitting next to me last night at the jazz club was really absurd, like an elegantly dressed nobleman of the nineteenth century, with a cigar in his mouth, a hairstyle that went beyond physical law touching the paranormal and a sad and thoughtful and curls of smoke that is released into the rhythm of the music, the voice of that novel Billie Holiday. The noble gestures and sad, looked like a fictional character, and there he was, real. The fifty-foot deep snow outside, the atmosphere inside jazzclub New York, the pumpkin ravioli with melted butter on the table and the man from who knows what movie or book next to me ... The tree fell and many people who fought against the snow in the afternoon. Who because he had lost something (he spoke of one packet of white ... € 200), who got it from work commitments, had to pull the car out from that pile of snow, who, lost in the night in a city that did not know, you was found in a dead-end street, and meet in the street, on his return home, to the reality that tomorrow will see me back at work, in writing, back to class in the afternoon, he asked me, "sorry I'm lost, you know tell me how to get to the center? " And I, even though I had lost, I did not know where I was, what kind of world I was I said. I replied that I would have answered any other day. I was in front of my faculties. I knew how to get to the center avoiding blocked roads and I told him. And then I went home. I slept, I woke up, and here I am. Yesterday was a day of some surreal, unreal, imaginary and crazy. Smoky and snowy.

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distorting Too many clones?

The more impatient among you will share not sleep over on these pages for more than two weeks.

Those who are with me more or less understood the epistemological transport will have noted also that in recent times not only do not put any more but for Judah and for the musical rabbit emailz back behind my house, the garage Stockholm (chorus lario [Sicilian-ugly ndc]: I have filled my garage, nice shorts and thirst cunning). The reason for this was the beautiful underworld that has spread even to the chapter of the place (no, I do not revere the underworld "probe" or the "closed", chocolates).

NOTICE: a post that is cloned from a cloned post. My box is not in Stockholm and, above all, the crime has nothing to do. I do not want to disclose to the 389 non-existent readers of this blog the mysterious reason why over the last ten days I have not posted anything. But earthen to point out that:

1. cloning cloning causes some distortion in steps
2. often you change the content (even if it is not steps cloners)
3. The first cloned cat, Carbon Copy does not look like a Rainbow, which was to be a cat a perfect copy. While the former is thin and very lively and the second is mild and chubby. The Texas company that conducted the operation John Sperling argues that the client had already been informed of this possibility. The man in the past had tried to clone his dog Missy, and even then, the attempt had failed. (Therefore, even after a single clone differences can be substantial)
4. Greetings to all those who know me and even those who do not know me

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Well, perhaps that, in fact

not know, maybe that's right, I tried them all, I wanted to create new color combinations, new colors matched with old shades mixed with intriguing and mysterious codes hexadecimal, but in the end I repeated the same old pattern of the site of the pixies, this and that beautiful pinkish purple black night without moon or stars, no streetlights, no flashlight or matches, or flaming reeds ... I left the ball of the green that I had stuck in my head like a sharp needle (also because he was trying to get in as a pinch checked, but the blunt needle is checked by another party and not nel mio cervello).
Ma passiamo a alle cose serie, oggi è il primo giorno del post-esami e questo è il primo post post-esami, me lo ero anche appuntato su un post it, ma il post it ha deciso di internazionalizzarsi, nonché commercializzarsi ed è diventato post com. Comunque a parte queste stupidaggini stamattina il tirocinio è stato particolarmente divertente, non c'era il direttore, quindi ci siamo ben autogestiti, ho scoperto che alcuni uomini due milioni di anni fa usavano stuzzicadenti e che i pesci anemone vedovi diventano pescesse anemonesse per la disperazione e che in inghilterra puoi fare sesso affacciato alla finestra o nei bagni pubblici ma non nel giardino di casa. Non è fantastico???

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Boh

Non so che scrivere allora not write anything. Oops ... I wrote something, when I'll stop here