Post dédié à Garf et aux cinq autres copains qui ont déjeuné chez ma grand-mère le 1er Janvier 2004
Salade de fruits de mer
Rouleaux de carpaccio aux copeaux de parmesan, tomates cerises et roquette
Ravioli au jambon, sauce aux champignons
Lasagne aux asperges
Cabri au four
Gateau au chocolat
Comme quoi, Pâques aussi vaut bien le voyage :)
Un venerdì mattina che comincia un’ora dopo la fine del giovedì sera. Un venerdì mattina che comincia con un taxi: mi chiedo distrattamente quanti taxi ho preso in due mesi, quante sveglie sono suonate alle cinque, mentre scendo le scale, in ritardo come sempre, con l’iPod a fondo per cercare di svegliarmi veramente.
Stavolta non si […]
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Wed 16: back to Paris and dinner (VIA)
Thu 17: working in Paris, free in the evening
Fri 18: Paris-Milan early in the morning. Meeting Lj & Cara in the morning. Then Bologna and (maybe) Firenze.
Sat 19: no clue. Somewhere in Italy.
Sun 20: back to Milan, lunch with dad, free in the afternoon, flight back […]
Le tavole di legno, verde pastello, sono decorate con una candela viola e dei tulipani gialli e rosa. In fondo, su una cucina di ghisa da vecchia casa di campagna, pentoloni e teglie per tenere in caldo i piatti vegetariani. Musica da meditazione, indiana forse, una statua di Ganesh osserva e protegge la sala dal […]
Leggo
cose di questo genere e penso che stare all’estero più che una scelta è una necessità.
Le due e cinquantasei.
Deck powerpoint finito e spedito.
Nota spese riempita e spedita.
A nanna.
“At your place, I wouldn’t do that”
“Do what?”
“Going up there”
The man has visibly drunk a few extra pints. He puts a hand on my left shoulder, points at my Routard guide: Norvège, Suède, Danemark.
“You mean, in Sweden or Norway? Oh, don’t worry, I don’t think I will quit Copenhagen.”
“Why that?”
“I’m not on a holiday trip, […]
“… if they are not spent doing something completely pointless”, dice Calvin in una striscia di Bill Watterson.
E allora forse questo weekend non conta.
Magari visiterò anche qualcosa in giro a Copenhagen. Anzi, sicuramente andrò in giro con Routard e Moleskine alla mano quanto più possibile - ma non abbastanza.
Martedì si consegnano i primi risultati dell’analisi, […]
Londra che non somiglia a Londra dei ricordi, quella del diploma, quella dei college, tranne forse il tamigi che scorre in due direzioni e che ha un moto di risacca, unico fiume al mondo che si crede di essere il mare, aria di porto e barche e passerelle di legno.
Londra per lavoro, detestata e amata, […]
Hello, world.
People from WordPress have updated their blogging package and many things seem to have changed. Among those, the default template - and I’m not sure I really like it, so I’ll eventually try and change it when I get a spare hour.
Some trouble with accents, as well, and no time to fix it. Please […]
Let’s be honest: I’m too tired and too project-oriented at the moment to write something worth reading. It’s late in the evening, I’ve got loads of informations and sensations winding up through my head, but I simply can’t tide them up.
I feel as if my mind was plainly and simply overloaded. Saturated. Sort of a […]
“Hi Martin, it’s Carlo. We’re stuck at the client’s place, and I’ve been trying to call a cab but I can’t get through the danish answerphone…”
“Ok, I’ll call them for you”
(a few minutes later)
“Hi Carlo, it’s Martin. Actually, the answerphone was just telling you that you had to wait for a few minutes, but I […]
Just in case you wonder where to find me.
1st to 3rd March 2005: Copenhagen.
4 to 7: Paris.
7 to 9: London.
9 to 16: Copenhagen.
16 to 20: Paris.
No trip to Italy scheduled at the moment…
Carlo: “Do you think you could fill in this spreadsheet today?”
Christina: “No, I’m sorry, I’ve got a very busy day. I have to go to a funeral.”
Carlo: “Oh, I see”.
Christina: “My aunt died.”
All of a sudden, a stack of pints of beer appeared in front of me and the words “anyone can have a dead […]