Food

Winter holidays are made for food, as the bacchanal tradition requires. Today I cooked duck breast in sherry sauce and pecorino. I baked the duck breast on olive oil and butter, 4 minutes per side. After that, I took them out the pan, and kept them warm, baked some onion on the sauce, and after the onion was ready, added some sherry and pecorino, together with the breast again, and served with some potatoes with rosemaries and a fresh salad. The wine was a Barolo of 2003.

Nobody ate, except me. I don't know why and I don't want to understand. Yesterday, in spite of my ferocious opposition, somebody took some McDonald's food in. Every single fries was eaten, all the green mayonnaise was slurped, all the hamburgers disappeared in no times. I feel like a stranger here. Nobody notices the ghost of Pepe Carvalho possessing my body, with all his melancholy and lust for life. Pork, lamb, horse meat, octopus, trippa, frattaglie e rognone are denied from my kitchen.

Radiohead - Jigsaw Falling Into Place (thumbs down version)

Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favourite song
As the magic disappears
No longer wound up like a spring
Before you've had too much
Come back and focus again

The walls abandon shape
You've got a cheshire cat grin
All blurring into one
This place is on a mission
Before the night owl
Before the animal noises
Closed circuit cameras
Before you're comatose

Before you run away from me
Before you're lost between the noise
The beat goes round and round
The beat goes round and round
I never really got there
I just pretended that I had
What's the point of instruments
Words are a sawed off shotgun

Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out

Before you run away from me
Before you start unravelling
Before you take my mic
Just as you dance, dance, dance

Jigsaws falling into place
There is nothing to explain
Regard each other as you pass
She looks back, you look back
Not just once
Not just twice
Wish away the nightmare
Wish away the nightmare
You've got a light you can feel it on your back
You've got a light you can feel it on your back
Jigsaws falling into place

Global Orgasm (2)

A great success!!! From local investigation it emerged that participation to the 2nd Global Orgasm has been minimal, especially in the Eindhoven's region. People have not reacted to the call for peace. Reasons adducted were in the range:

" 7.08 am is way too early for an orgasm"
" Forgot to put it in my calendar"
"I am not interested in orgasms anyhow..."
"I did my best, but could not reach one in useful time"
" Orgasm....what's that?"

Such low participation confirms the general believe that people consider the world having the right amount of wars going on, and an initiative for war reduction is not desired. Some theorists retain that people did not want to participate to the Global Orgasm for the fear of having less wars worldwide; there is not enough scientific evidence to prove the last statement though. Next year the activists are planning a new initiative, called Local Orgasm, in order to promote local sexuality against the bad effects of globalization and capitalism.

Global Orgasm

I will be there. Please join the group.

Laptop

Two weeks ago they have stolen my laptop.

This is dedicated to the thief.

Thief, you h've got my laptop, but remember, you can sell it, dismount it and use its motherboard, exchange it for money, sex or drugs, but it will always be my laptop.
Listen to my curse, since when you'll google an address you will be sent to the wrong one, and everyphone number you will look-up with internet will be busy. May the wireless link re-direct you constantly to the Disney.com site. May your fingers be stuck in it, when you close it down, with great pain and sorrow. And may the laptop lock for at least 3 minutes with your fingers in it. May your inbox be full of chain-mail with endless animated powerpoint. May the laptop only be able to send emails with the text "I'm an idiot". May bullet list be the only paragraph style available in word. May the cursor curse you, and the pointer get the shape of a middle finger. May the language automatically change, randomly jumping between bulgarian and finnish. May the webcam automatically turn and point constantly to your navel. May the calculator return you always the wrong results, and may you believe to them. May all your MSN contact be forwarded to your girlfriend. May all your archive uncompress, reverting the directory structure so that root will always be at the lowest hierarchy level. May the laptop, while you try to show the picture of you last holiday to your parents in law, play the video featuring you desperately in love for a teddy bear. May a virus infect the BIOS, and may you, after 3 days and night spent in cleaning up the mess, see the computer format all the hard-disks and convert to DOS. May the battery fail, and the adapter explode, damaging the power net of your house. Because for wherever place you will go, that will always be my laptop.

70€

It is important to know the value of things. Books, shoes, oranges, trein rides, they all have a value. Also this blog has. 70€. As calcutated by cuborojo. Too important to be ignored.