Robert R Updegraff Biography

Anger

Anger is a feeling ancient, primordial. Ever since, man has always pissed. Wandering around the sites of psychology I find that for most of the theories anger is a typical reaction to frustration and coercion, both physical and psychological. Good. With these few words I understood the source of my anger. The anger that comes over me turning the damn rectangle thirty-two inches diagonally. E 'guilty of duress and psychology to see that the words spoken during the campaign are the same as 2006. That was the same in 2001. That they were the same as '96. Which in turn were the same in '94. I will stop here, because before I was a teenager without anger. Or at least free from this kind of anger. And not only are the words repeated. Even the faces are the same. They are always repeating the same things, with the same words. Higher salaries, research support, certainty of punishment, reduction of bureaucracy, development of the South. The usual platitudes. Programs that appear to be photocopied. No one who uses new words. No one who comes to teleworking, zero waste, alternatives incineration of waste materials. No one who talks about wi-max. Or rather, no one talks about wi-max public and not private. Then when you are tired of talk shit then obvious that they are not in heaven or on earth. The program of the Democratic Party's written quote: modernize Italy means choosing priorities as infrastructure and environmental quality [...]. Yes plants to produce clean energy, the regasification plants, waste-to [...] . Improving the environmental quality with incinerators is an oxymoron. From wikipedia: L ' oxymoron is a figure of speech in the approach and consists of two terms in sharp contrast between them. Examples: warm shiver, lucid madness, silent scream, disgusting pleasure, the naked man with his hands in his pockets, hot ice, infinite moment, silence is deafening. Here, we can add with clean energy incinerators. The incinerators, better and more properly known as incinerators, the only thing they produce are tumors. But there are those who say otherwise. And who says contario was nominated by the Democratic Party and a win will almost certainly be Minister of Health. These people are nominated to the Minister of Health, these people here, instead, is forced to fend for themselves on the internet to cry its alarm.
For the record, the program of the PDL, or as cxxxo you call, I will not even read it, because one time is equal to that of Pd, two because my stomach is strong, but I will not take it to the limit. My anger rises
then if I go down the street. Increase watching the resignation of people who self-condemnation to the "so are all the same", "whoever wins will not change anything." No, I will not resign. There must be a solution, a way to really change things. And then I'm looking for. I search on blogs, on youtube, forums. I seek in direct confrontation with people, without intermediaries corrupt means. I search technology that allows me to discuss solutions with someone new that is a hundred, thousand, ten thousand miles from here. So I try to feel the air is different, that words are not the same, that there is a minimum of enthusiasm. But then I have the feeling that the solution is almost unattainable. Which is far away. You are put a spoke in the wheel just to avoid discussing, to confront. That enthusiasm is drugged and sedated by television, football, the reality show, from the bottoms of tissue, from machine to players from Sunday's gossip. And then, perhaps beginning to understand that the reason all those "so are all the same." On one hand, resigned, on the other euphoric and anxious to respond. And the result is a single, bubbling, volcanic, full ... anger.

Creative Masterbatiob

The product

This past weekend, all football fans (as well as those to which calcium just do not care) attended the first experiment that has been baptized, inventive print from our "stew." The stew is to play the matches of the day in days and hours so as not to Superimpose two races of the cartel. The first experiment was riusltato: Livorno-Inter on Saturday at 16, 18 at Milan-Parma, Juve-Roma to 20.30. The rest Sunday at 15. The managing director of AC Milan and former President of the Football League Adriano Galliani said he was favorable to the stew, because it enhances the product. " Already, the product. For Mr. Galliani football has become a product. A commodity. A commodity. I do not want the moralist. Galliani eat with football. And eat fat. However, there are those like me, so football is still passion. Passion Mr Galliani. There are those who do not care about his product anything. We are many. We are those who do not care nothing about the advances of the postponement of capital gains, the G14. Those who subscribe to SKY just because they did not make it without. And because the stadium ... once ... pù now is always tough. Those that football is "sorry Aimeri are Ciotti and I rise to indicate that the Olimpico Juventus took the lead thanks to a stunning free-kick Platini. "Those games are played at two and a half to four in winter and spring. Those goals can be seen at six to ninetieth minute and a maximum of up to eight RaiDue time you see a lot more beautiful. Those who have it only replays Carlo Sassi on Domenica Sportiva. Those are the foreigners Milan Hatley and Wilkins, of Juventus Platini and Boniek , Inter Rumenigge and Diaz. There are those that can not stand 99 on top. The holders are from one all'undici panchinari and from twelve to sixteen. And the number 1 and number 12 are the goals. There are those 2 and 3 are the fullbacks and 7 and 11 are the wings. Not the external ups and downs. Dear Galliani here we are. You talk about the product. Your product is profit. Thou emotions in front of the merchandising revenue from premiums and UEFA. We do not. We prove emotions again for more. A little 'less than before, because the product, among other things, it becomes increasingly poor. But still there emotions in front of the play of Ibrahimovic, the acceleration of Kaka, the madness of Cassano, Del Piero and the eternity of Maldini. We're putting the whole, you and your colleagues to make us stop thrill. It 'an open battle. On the one hand there is us, the other your product. I do not know who will win. But honestly I'm pretty pessimistic.

Sewing A Shower Curtain

Eyes low

AnnoZero last episode of the show I sat saddest of Italian politics. But a show that draws at the same time the reality of politics today. A policy away, unable to look into the eyes of people. Oscar is a guy my age. He lives in White, buildings constructed in a neighborhood of asbestos Rogoredo, south-eastern outskirts of Milan. Oscar took the floor. Senator Colombo has just completed a long dissertation on the color and age of Berlusconi. "The other day another friend of ours got sick. Three tumors. One brain, one in the testis and a lung. How much you earn? Ten thousand € a month? And speaking of the color of Berlusconi. "Debuted Oscar. Shaved heads, tattoos. It 's a growing anger. Anger that the laws in the eye. And he continues." Maybe for me, all kick your ass. "" They complain that people go to steal. And thanks to the fucking. "" There is no money to dismantle the asbestos from the White. Two thousand euro you remove them you two thousand euro if she takes them off, you two thousand euro, another twenty two thousand euro bastards and remove the asbestos, so maybe you do not get sick anymore. "There is one thing that really makes an impression. It is I said before the sad spectacle. Ms. Prestigiacomo, the Honourable Franceschini, Senator Columbus have downcast eyes. Nobody has the courage to look Oscar in the eye. Oscar look for their eyes, provokes them. He did not answer. Only after Santoro gave the advertising, which tempers subsided, Franceschini try to answer. Try to use his language. "You can always throw shit on the policy." Prestigiacomo, who was nothing short of disarming until five minutes before, he defends himself. "I am a mother who works away from home and I was fighting organized crime." Now you no longer need anything. They could save yet another illustration of shit. For once, only once did not need words. Just one look. Just look at Oscar's eyes. The eyes of a boy who is telling you a tragedy that should not exist in the twenty-first century, in a country that is part G8. But our policy has shamelessly decided to react like that. With downcast eyes.

Dog Crates Conveted To Rabbit Cage

New textbooks

Maybe it's time to change the texts to be studied in school. Maybe it's time to cut here and there, maybe Dante, Petrarch, Boccaccio, with all due respect to charity. "Trim" a little 'Manzoni, a bit' Leopardi, a little 'Montale, and perhaps gain from these cuts a few months to give a little' of modernity in the twentieth century. Montanelli, De Andrè, Gaber. Gaber here just wanted to talk. In fact, I can not even talk. That I have "known" after his death, I will not do what I followed him from a life (even when he has Started because I was not there). And since I can not talk about it, I would like to talk about him. I know, I have already made millions of blogs around the net, but I want to do it on mine. Not for fashion, but the News of the words of conviction. Words that maybe copy and paste would be boring. So I tell them to you directly from him. If you have ten minutes of your time for reflection. I assure you will be ten minutes well spent. Hello Mr G, he continues to philosophize also up there.