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#brunori #igersbologna #bologna #live (Taken with instagram)

14 bus-stop ‘SVEVO’: from Bronx to Coney Island

Bologna - Italy

#brunori #igersbologna #bologna #live (Taken with instagram)

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Would you look at my #personalblog about my ife in #Bologna? www.lifeasorkish.blogspot.com #orkish #igersbologna #personalblog #Bologna (Taken with instagram)

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Iron Maiden #7 by Bordersite on Flickr.

Corrieri Bologna FrecceRosse : velocità , puntualità , precisione,  consegne immediate 

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Heaven

Nosferatu in Piazza Maggiore (Bologna)

Bologna rossa. 1996.

Bear with me. I’ve just done Roma and back in a weekend, including a very late night last night. Read this, and then with grace please just diagnose, “Overtired”…

Today I’m cream crackered. And my efforts in trying to be Italian have reached a little hurdle. I’ve spent my weekend around Italians, who are lovely, but the conversation I am able to make with them is on a par with the conversation we made with my Grandma Maud in the last years of visiting her in an old peoples home. 

I like Italian people. I like how they look, how they sound, how they are with each other. This weekend was really lovely, (will fill you in more when I’m less jaded from the journey), but I really felt like an outsider. The Italian women were poised, elegant, dark and slim. I was sweaty, burnt, and considerably rounder, (what is the pizza doing to me that it doesn’t to them??)

Right now I’d like some English people that I can chat with more content about stuff that isn’t a comparison of our countries’ climates, (I always come off worse). And I’d also like my running shoes. I’m feeling increasingly lumpy and uncooth around all of these mediterrainian lovelies. At least by the time I’m back in England I’ll have my tan to compensate for the twenty pounds of mozarella I’ll be coming back with, (sadly not in my luggage).

I think I’m also feeling a bit single, (all the glamourous Italian couples, you see), and a bit unsettled with a little sense of unanchored-ness as I plan my return. 

In regards to my reading list, I finished Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger. Quite different to The Time Traveller’s Wife. As unexpected a storyline but definitely darker content. Would I recommend it? It’s definitely a good gripping read, but it has left me feeling unnerved. I think all in all I need a day of vegging in the sun. Which is handy, as last time I checked that’s what Italy had in store for me.

Oh, and I’m learning increasingly that Italian people like to talk about private parts A LOT. Even more than English teenage boys.

this is #bologna #igersbologna #polaroid (Taken with instagram)

L’invulnerabile #funny #bologna #igersbologna (Taken with instagram)

oggi c’è poco poco sole.

“This is out rocket ship. Where are we going?”
“To the moon.”
“Look! Aliens! They run the bologna business on earth.”
“Really?”
“Okay, we’re here. We’re on the moon.”
And then she kissed me.

Can you say “best first kiss ever”?  

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the moon

“This is out rocket ship. Where are we going?”
“To the moon.”
“Look! Aliens! They run the bologna business on earth.”
“Really?”
“Okay, we’re here. We’re on the moon.”
And then she kissed me.

Can you say “best first kiss ever”?  

Fashion Center Cold Edition by grenouille ph. on Flickr.

Fashion Center Cold Edition by grenouille ph. on Flickr.

this is #bologna #igersbologna #polaroid (Taken with instagram)

Would you look at my #personalblog about my ife in #Bologna? www.lifeasorkish.blogspot.com #orkish #igersbologna #personalblog #Bologna (Taken with instagram)

this is #bologna #igersbologna #polaroid (Taken with instagram)

Heaven

Buon (Good M…) #MARS in #Bologna #Italia (Taken with Instagram at @30secondstomars @jaredleto @shannonleto @tomofromearth)

Heaven

I’m not exactly sure what it is about those big box stores...

I’m not exactly sure what it is about those big box stores that seem to attract the teeming dregs of humanity—most of them are cheap, and so attract people who are poor, who are naturally a bit less…sophisticated I guess you’d say, and more prone to unpleasantness by virtue of their circumstances—but just about every time I wind up going to one of these places—because I am poor—I find myself full of bitterness and bad vibes—because I am prone to unpleasantness by virtue of my circumstances ie being in one of these giant stores (note: I am talking about Wal-Mart here: you knew that, right? Right), surrounded by this broken, gross throng, squeezed into the groaning and overstocked aisles by the forces of corporate greed and consumerist lust.

There is always something to marvel at when you wander this place. Old people who look minutes from death, cruising around on electric carts, the baskets full of gallons of strawberry soda; a whole family of rednecks, the parents strung out and hollow-eyed, snapping at their filthy children; two separate people—an incredibly obese white woman and a middle-aged black man—wearing t-shirts that read SARCASM: THE BODY’S NATURAL RESPONSE TO STUPID; an entire bewildering panoply of freaks and weirdos that cause the mind to reel with reactions varying from wonder to disgust.

There was a man there, making his way through the store, that caught my eye. It’s hard to say exactly what it was that was so striking about him. He was old and gnarled, but not much more than anyone else in the store, and wearing a dirty green t-shirt with suspenders. He somewhat resembled William Murderface from the popular cartoon Metalocalypse, but again, this is not an exception to the rule: a lot of the people in the store, regardless of gender, looked kind of like Murderface. In addition to all this, his dark and tangled hair was bound up in a pair of pigtails, looking not unlike that famous photo of Frank Zappa. 

I gotta get a picture of this guy, I thought to myself, and began following him, hoping to snap a picture with the shitty camera that’s on my phone. I was hot on his heels, just a couple of steps behind him, close enough to see the flecks of dandruff like chips of ice in his pigtails, waiting for him to stop, or turn back toward me so I could get a glimpse, but he was relentless, plowing on through the frozen foods section, head down, not stopping. 

As I made my way behind him, though, I began to notice the other people in the store. As we passed a woman, she turned to her husband, who was walking toward the man with the pigtails me, and motioned with her eyes for him to look at the man. The husband looked over, and he and the wife shared a smirk.

(A side note here: the smirking husband, who thought the man was so hilarious? He was meth-head skinny, his ropy arms covered in tattoos, wearing a camouflage cowboy hat, with teardrops inked into the corners of his eyes: what right does he have to laugh at anyone?)

It continued: a mother wearing combat fatigues with her two daughters turned inward and giggled to themselves as the man made his way past them; a toddler did an actual, honest-to-god double take when she saw him; a gang of hispanic teenagers burst into laughter as soon as the man was out of earshot. We rounded the corner, the man and I, and I saw the woman in the fatigues snapping an indiscreet photo with her hot pink iphone. 

And there we were, the lot of us, and I was one of them, this crowd of mean-spirited and petty assholes, grouped together to make fun of this poor man who just wanted to come to this place, and buy his goods, and make his way to his home. A man who gave us—a bunch of shithead monsters to the last—the benefit of the doubt, something we weren’t willing to give him. 

He was buying chocolate milk and bologna.

You know what's a funny word? Bologna

I say it how it’s spelled. Bo-log-na not Ba-lone-neeee

#goto #bologna (Taken with Instagram at Code2Works)

i quit smoking

J’arrête de fumer

smesso di fumare

The Formula, from words to sound: “Lo constatavo sopratutto in Alex, il mio migliore amico....Viviano, un errore da 10 milioni - Corriere di BolognaNews: Inter sign Emiliano Viviano following Bologna's auction error:

News posted on Jun-25-2011 22:13 Hong Kong Time

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della scuola pubblica e privata

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leggevo ieri alcune dichiarazioni del neo-sindaco di Bologna Virginio Merola, città nella quale sono domiciliato da qualche tempo ma non ancora residente.

l’argomento è il sostegno alle scuole private, quasi sempre poi identificate con le scuole cattoliche, questo è il passaggio che mi ha colpito maggiormente:

Anche per Merola: «Dirottare le risorse sulle comunali non risolve i problemi della scuola pubblica e nello stesso tempo lascia a spasso i bimbi e le famiglie delle private».

quello che non capisco è perché si vuole lasciare intendere che non sostenere le scuole private (con fondi pubblici) sia un danno ai bambini che le frequentano - se vuoi frequentare una scuola privata buon per te, ma vacci con i soldi tuoi, altrimenti che ti ha fatto di male la scuola pubblica?

Nerdstock 2011 il 25 giugno a Bologna, il party di Lega Nerd...

Nerdstock 2011 il 25 giugno a Bologna, il party di Lega Nerd organizzato da Pheeco.net

.639. by Sulla_Strada on Flickr.

.639. by Sulla_Strada on Flickr.

see? rude.

Bologna: Porticos fo dayyyzz

see? rude.

Windows and colors (Explore) (di pierluigi maria)

(via PMI green: cosa significa davvero essere sostenibili? Parliamone!)

There was something magical about seeing a young blond boy on his kick scooter, crossing the cobbled streets of Bologna.

sid.

Day 1 is over. Dub filled day. Good night.

Benvenuti a Bologna…

My second love: #Bologna! #Palazzo #ReEnzo #RobertoBenigni (Taken with Instagram at Palazzo di Re Enzo)

Ci mancava solo la coinquilina che sfonda il portone, la polizia che entra per motivi ignoti e l’altra coinquilina che se la prende con me. Perchè è incazzata con l’altra. Ovvio, fila tutto liscio.

Ci mancava solo questo…

#Palazzo #Comunale #bologna (Taken with Instagram at Palazzo Comunale (Palazzo d’Accursio))

Windows and colors (Explore) (di pierluigi maria)

Apparently, this is what moldy bologna looks like.I wonder if I...

Apparently, this is what moldy bologna looks like.
I wonder if I could trick zombies…