(Envoy in El Gloria)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
If I Have One Eye Can I Join The Army
Yes' on .... (B)
Of the two individuals at the time, I can not remember. However I think the hours were four, not five, news that put a little 'later, toward the high school. Or maybe a few days to weeks, not all, of the medium.
The Refini, constantly threatening to hang out the window. Threat in the third had little effect. Even less in the fourth. Not at all in the fifth, when now most of us was taller than him.
He also had a Cortina blue, sugar paper, I would say the car that I had some success with that generation of teachers, as my lady also said she'd had a father (though no one can boast, indeed, and do everything to keep it hidden, the Mrs. I mean).
Of course years later, I'd say around 20 MNC (I find it useful in this matter but do not use the Gregorian calendar is year zero determine Milo's departure from Milan to Rome, then 20 years is the MNC 20 In the capital of Milos, the 1967 Gregorian should be at a guess 5 year MAM) for a period, Piazza Leonardo was very cosmopolitan place, where it was easy to find substances of various kinds. But I attended recently and I can not tell whether Art and Don were in the area 
Of the two individuals at the time, I can not remember. However I think the hours were four, not five, news that put a little 'later, toward the high school. Or maybe a few days to weeks, not all, of the medium.
The Refini, constantly threatening to hang out the window. Threat in the third had little effect. Even less in the fourth. Not at all in the fifth, when now most of us was taller than him.
He also had a Cortina blue, sugar paper, I would say the car that I had some success with that generation of teachers, as my lady also said she'd had a father (though no one can boast, indeed, and do everything to keep it hidden, the Mrs. I mean).
Of course years later, I'd say around 20 MNC (I find it useful in this matter but do not use the Gregorian calendar is year zero determine Milo's departure from Milan to Rome, then 20 years is the MNC 20 In the capital of Milos, the 1967 Gregorian should be at a guess 5 year MAM) for a period, Piazza Leonardo was very cosmopolitan place, where it was easy to find substances of various kinds. But I attended recently and I can not tell whether Art and Don were in the area
Snowboard Track Blueprint
ADDENDUM TO PREVIOUS POST WHILE ENJOYING HIS INDEPENDENCE OF A THEMATIC
In fact in those years there were major turning points. An event at which we can not recognize his epoch, was the invasion of tupperware. Peers recall that unsuspecting mothers of classmates, all of a sudden, turned out to be enlisted as a vendor of plastic containers for food and began to organize meetings in their homes demonstration, something happened a few years later when it suddenly took off an epidemic that took unpleasant consequences: many female acquaintances found to be Avon representatives.
But in my opinion, as devastating impact on our lives, nothing to do with the case of tupperware. Of course, then there has been provided to worse in the early '70s, for example, the discovery of fraud by the individual, the so-called reflux ... Okay, no controversy and we return our containers that have evolved over time to become the glass, but always with their plastic cap. In the following years many other manufacturers wrestled but, by extension, were also identified as tupperware containers similar makes. We
kids of that era knew very well that it was said TAPPER-EBU, let alone, some already taking English lessons. But we said the same-UARE Tupper, marking as well, and perhaps with a sneer, simply because it was funny, but this or, we can now say, in some individual cases, was an early symptom of a subversive character.
(A post written in the country, a little grit and a bit 'shrunken from the cold - and even the diet does not help).
PS I decided however, the constant changes in name and will be called RUBBLE. 
In fact in those years there were major turning points. An event at which we can not recognize his epoch, was the invasion of tupperware. Peers recall that unsuspecting mothers of classmates, all of a sudden, turned out to be enlisted as a vendor of plastic containers for food and began to organize meetings in their homes demonstration, something happened a few years later when it suddenly took off an epidemic that took unpleasant consequences: many female acquaintances found to be Avon representatives.
But in my opinion, as devastating impact on our lives, nothing to do with the case of tupperware. Of course, then there has been provided to worse in the early '70s, for example, the discovery of fraud by the individual, the so-called reflux ... Okay, no controversy and we return our containers that have evolved over time to become the glass, but always with their plastic cap. In the following years many other manufacturers wrestled but, by extension, were also identified as tupperware containers similar makes. We
kids of that era knew very well that it was said TAPPER-EBU, let alone, some already taking English lessons. But we said the same-UARE Tupper, marking as well, and perhaps with a sneer, simply because it was funny, but this or, we can now say, in some individual cases, was an early symptom of a subversive character.
(A post written in the country, a little grit and a bit 'shrunken from the cold - and even the diet does not help).
PS I decided however, the constant changes in name and will be called RUBBLE.
38 Weeks Bad Headaches
Yes', CONTINUED ... Jazz
few days in the countryside, enjoying the cool, sunny and deinternettizzato, healthy and restorative, the slope of the Marches, and I'm back in the capital, fearing the insane and depressing early spring, already heralded the awakening of the summer trends caciaroneria of a prevailing minority of citizens. (*) L 'range country house, among other things, allowed me to retrieve the number of Jazz which I mentioned at the beginning of this thing I called CONTINUE (by the way, is a really bad name I'm thinking of changing it). Here is the page to which I referred.
Good.
Bien.
Well.
As the two protagonists in the discographies I have not found records that could indicate if they were actually somewhere else, there's no reason not to dating to May of '67 that dialogue between Art Blakey and Don Byas in "a park in Milan." I guess there is probably some place called Milan in the U.S. or somewhere else in the world, but this does not prevent me to suppose that the "park" in Milan was, say, Piazza Leonardo Da Vinci.
At that time I attended elementary school with some success (I had to be in fourth or so) at the Scuola Leonardo da Vinci, whose doors opened on the large square the same name. The first two years of elementary school teacher we had for "the" Belloni, which I remember as a little lady in meat and attitude tend to mother. He came from Lodi, I believe.
In the third we were hit by a growing need for empowering, not just for the transition from the uniform grayish black apron, but especially for the rotation at the head of the class of the new teacher, "the" Refini. The new management was characterized by setting a bit 'rude most of the teacher-student relationship, be regarded as "little men", so all of a sudden, it was an experience to which some of us were not prepared, while others, it were enthusiastic and excited.
"The" was Refini Arezzo, and, as such, indisputable custodian of the correct use of the Italian language; in particular, did not hide that ruling vaguely open to abhor the voice that marked the speech of us schoolboys meneghini.
In other words, changes which, to use a term that today is strong, should be defined as "momentous."
you leave school at the end of the fifth hour and there are scattered, many parents waiting outside, I am among those who, living not far away, usually return home on foot or by tram if the weather is bad and in both cases I need not pass completely through the square, and it is perhaps for this reason that they know these two gentlemen of color, thin, and the slightly 'older but especially aged, arguing along a path, the one with shambling gait and nervous, the other more cumbersome.
Surely if I had crossed I would have been impressed and I would tell around Milan was not so cosmopolitan, in those years. But perhaps there is someone, somewhere, who remembers something.
(*) A return increasingly steeped incazzitudine, since when we leave, the village comes the stage of the Tirreno-Adriatico. But before I could not tell other arrangements? 
few days in the countryside, enjoying the cool, sunny and deinternettizzato, healthy and restorative, the slope of the Marches, and I'm back in the capital, fearing the insane and depressing early spring, already heralded the awakening of the summer trends caciaroneria of a prevailing minority of citizens. (*) L 'range country house, among other things, allowed me to retrieve the number of Jazz which I mentioned at the beginning of this thing I called CONTINUE (by the way, is a really bad name I'm thinking of changing it). Here is the page to which I referred.
Good.
Bien.
Well.
As the two protagonists in the discographies I have not found records that could indicate if they were actually somewhere else, there's no reason not to dating to May of '67 that dialogue between Art Blakey and Don Byas in "a park in Milan." I guess there is probably some place called Milan in the U.S. or somewhere else in the world, but this does not prevent me to suppose that the "park" in Milan was, say, Piazza Leonardo Da Vinci.
At that time I attended elementary school with some success (I had to be in fourth or so) at the Scuola Leonardo da Vinci, whose doors opened on the large square the same name. The first two years of elementary school teacher we had for "the" Belloni, which I remember as a little lady in meat and attitude tend to mother. He came from Lodi, I believe.
In the third we were hit by a growing need for empowering, not just for the transition from the uniform grayish black apron, but especially for the rotation at the head of the class of the new teacher, "the" Refini. The new management was characterized by setting a bit 'rude most of the teacher-student relationship, be regarded as "little men", so all of a sudden, it was an experience to which some of us were not prepared, while others, it were enthusiastic and excited.
"The" was Refini Arezzo, and, as such, indisputable custodian of the correct use of the Italian language; in particular, did not hide that ruling vaguely open to abhor the voice that marked the speech of us schoolboys meneghini.
In other words, changes which, to use a term that today is strong, should be defined as "momentous."
you leave school at the end of the fifth hour and there are scattered, many parents waiting outside, I am among those who, living not far away, usually return home on foot or by tram if the weather is bad and in both cases I need not pass completely through the square, and it is perhaps for this reason that they know these two gentlemen of color, thin, and the slightly 'older but especially aged, arguing along a path, the one with shambling gait and nervous, the other more cumbersome.
Surely if I had crossed I would have been impressed and I would tell around Milan was not so cosmopolitan, in those years. But perhaps there is someone, somewhere, who remembers something.
(*) A return increasingly steeped incazzitudine, since when we leave, the village comes the stage of the Tirreno-Adriatico. But before I could not tell other arrangements?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Itonlyhurts Uncenored
Report
finally returned this morning to take a ride with the Beppo-expensive one, but now if you do not even climb out of the house ... :-)
fortunately I can find a tour that satisfies him offering him coffee or anything Muratello Maniva as he proposes, but rather a quiet climb to Coast with descents and return via Gavardina.
San Zeno Tiziano also joins us ... means that there will be sweating!
We talk quietly to ship, but when the attack began his ascent Tiziano "forcing" and try to keep up with him, soaking him to Cain (he has another leg compared to mine) but I try to keep him in sight and sometimes I try to stretch to keep me off too ...
My tactic is charged, in fact, missing a few kilometers to the summit waiting for me and Titian moved by compassion, but strippers in the final sprint!
Without even set foot on the ground we turn and we approach that does not humiliate us Beppe left vent going up from his past: in fact we do not even a mile down and we find immediately that goes quiet whistling
deserved break :-) coffee and we set off down now, where I and Beppe we show off our capabilities: we passed a Sulki order, Graziella and two guys in an old man walking (of course a joke, but we put down really bad ...) .
Gavardina do well on some 'street with a boy in hand-bike that went from fear to lose a bit 'of time because of a detour to work.
found their way soon reach Borgosatollo where Titian and salute briskly back home.
Total 100 km round of the day and a 31'21''along the coast: the exact same time that I spent last October, and my record on this climb ... it's a good sign considering that we are only in March?!? 
finally returned this morning to take a ride with the Beppo-expensive one, but now if you do not even climb out of the house ... :-) fortunately I can find a tour that satisfies him offering him coffee or anything Muratello Maniva as he proposes, but rather a quiet climb to Coast with descents and return via Gavardina.
San Zeno Tiziano also joins us ... means that there will be sweating!
We talk quietly to ship, but when the attack began his ascent Tiziano "forcing" and try to keep up with him, soaking him to Cain (he has another leg compared to mine) but I try to keep him in sight and sometimes I try to stretch to keep me off too ...
My tactic is charged, in fact, missing a few kilometers to the summit waiting for me and Titian moved by compassion, but strippers in the final sprint!
Without even set foot on the ground we turn and we approach that does not humiliate us Beppe left vent going up from his past: in fact we do not even a mile down and we find immediately that goes quiet whistling
deserved break :-) coffee and we set off down now, where I and Beppe we show off our capabilities: we passed a Sulki order, Graziella and two guys in an old man walking (of course a joke, but we put down really bad ...) .
Gavardina do well on some 'street with a boy in hand-bike that went from fear to lose a bit 'of time because of a detour to work.
found their way soon reach Borgosatollo where Titian and salute briskly back home.
Total 100 km round of the day and a 31'21''along the coast: the exact same time that I spent last October, and my record on this climb ... it's a good sign considering that we are only in March?!?
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Riddles About Car Ramps
Report 2011/20 2011/19 2011/18
the urge to go out this morning was really little, but a few kilometers had to be done ... Short
output, usually ring up to St. Paul's repeated a few times.
nice day even though the strong wind gave really annoying: in spite of everything I son made a couple of repeated (10 '+ to the medium a couple more) and even a few kilometers behind the engine using the wake of a tractor :-) 
the urge to go out this morning was really little, but a few kilometers had to be done ... Short output, usually ring up to St. Paul's repeated a few times.
nice day even though the strong wind gave really annoying: in spite of everything I son made a couple of repeated (10 '+ to the medium a couple more) and even a few kilometers behind the engine using the wake of a tractor :-)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Brent Corrigan Live Showers
No way out this week: work and have some business to attend to stolen precious time to my Kharmetta, but today I would say he has recovered well! This morning I decided to join again the boys of Flam, but this time choose the "section of the Swan, after being reassured by Roby and Luciano week that the pace would have been within my reach, the goal is the sanctuary of Caravaggio.
the meeting in the square at 8 we Cignano including Claudius, an old colleague and long-cyclist date, however, lacks Roby, now is the carnival and its children deserve to celebrate with dad :-)
It starts immediately at a good pace, you do not go under 30 almost never, but ...
Try to get in his head to breathe a bit ', but I see that the pace is too fast for my habits, so it prefers to after a few kilometers back of the field where, despite the speed does not do much effort.
arrive at the shrine early, caffettino while someone goes to light a candle and at 9.30 we are ready to return.
Come back you pull a little 'more, almost always over 35, but fortunately the group protects me from the wind and fly to Swan with nearly 34 km / h average! It's only
11, so I decide to stretch a bit 'with Claudio: We head to Bagnolo and just find a group we turn to queue and let us take home ...
Too bad that my energies are now finished, in fact I can not jump on the bandwagon and make myself at home until the last km in quiet.
Total 109 km 32-day average ( here the way), which for me are really great stuff!
Last note to commemorate and celebrate the great Hermes yesterday that it was finally married to Yvette: I offer my heartfelt congratulations to you both, wishing you a peaceful and happy married life, you deserve it ...
I for my part to make this even more memorable date on the contract I signed it for my new car, a Skoda Roomster, of course, a car fit for a bike! :-)
Saturday, March 5, 2011
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