Wednesday, November 25, 2009

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The Great Black Alba




Some things a hear them.

Sometimes: Are you sure that this thing will happen.

And then it happens for real.

When you realize, when you realize that you were right, Your mind travels on two tracks. On the train there is a victory, one that has a nice side of graffiti that said "I told you, I". On the other hand, there is binary train old, half broken, no one takes it. And 'the train that travels to the possibility that the moment you've discovered a truth, you will be actually created a prophecy in which that truth is: sometimes you have this feeling. But no one really takes it into account.

that day when I woke up and saw the Great Black Alba do not know what track traveling up my mind, but soon realized what was happening, I wished to take me as far as possible.

The alarm was sounded at the usual time, but getting up I saw the rays of sunlight filter through the listings of wood blinds and that I was surprised. I went to the window, I opened it, threw open the shutters and the utter dismay enveloped me. Before me, from my window of my house, in my suburban neighborhood of my English inland city on the horizon a huge black sun. It was a strange phenomenon, absurd. I do not know what I emptied from the stomach, because it was early morning, but could not hold back the instinct to forgive. I stood staring at that black hole for a while '.

was to the east, I knew where he came from, where he was born.

The land on the horizon bent slightly downward toward the center of the black hole that looked like a giant vortex that would slow and inexorable incorporated within them all and everything. I had forgotten it was on Sept. 10. Shit, was September 10! The media had pulled out a nice story about embroidering alarmist than German scientist, but I though I was aware that the risk was minimal, I was worried. And now there he was, the black hole. There was talk of little holes that blacks would be magnified over time, I never expected something like this ... What am I saying?! What do I say?! I knew it! I knew it! I felt that I was going to happen!

I sat in the chair while I was still in his underwear and I lit a cigarette. The smoked really savoring, as if it were the first after a long abstinence. I started thinking about what I could do to escape Dawn Black (I had renamed it the black hole at CERN in Geneva, was a name much more romantic, more poetic, if not fatal ...). I do not think anything was because I really struggled. There was nothing I could do, no place to hide, no plan to be developed. The only escape seemed possible that I was the space shuttle but the few in the world certainly would not have brought me on board. What then ... I also managed to come up, where would we go? Stocks on ships would be finished and after seeing the Earth from vanish into the black hole, with a little 'pumpkin in the brain, we would have killed themselves heading to the hole itself, while at worst we would begin to devour the' other, thus transforming our last moments of life in a Hollywood horror film series B, the stuff of teen-agers. I did not think even the things that I had failed to do in those first 33 years of life, as also found that a typical behavior by teen-agers in a horror movie. No way I was reminded of the dress that I should pick up the laundry ... fuck the dress!

I decided not to take to the streets make my last folly because I knew that they would coincide with the pain and suffering of someone else, given my horrible repressed violent nature. I would not go to disturb the last moments of life of others. I preferred to enjoy my in peace, alone. I made a nice glass of whiskey, the best I had, and after I got up from his chair essermelo tasted. I opened the hall closet and grabbed the gun. With him in a chair with one hand and the other climbed to the roof of the house and there I Piazzai, pointing east toward the Last Great Black Dawn. The gun took it because, as I did not want to disturb the last moments of any other, so that no one wanted to disturb my parents. And then a nice rifle in hand, always gives you a sense of security, even before the end of the world. I did well to take it back because at some point, as I see the intent and pieces of buildings that fell off and flew towards dawn, climbed on the roof of a jerk. He had a knife in his hand, all the clothes were smeared with blood and her eyes had not much more human: the end of the world had made him get out of my head. We did a favor by shooting each other straight in the eye.

resumed staring at the sunrise.

When it was close enough to encompass within itself decided that I would not have done passively suck and so I got the shot against all the cartridges I had the gun, and when that too was empty, I took a running start and jumped into it.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

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Review: "Let the party begin" by Niccolo Ammaniti


"Let the party begin " by Niccolo Ammaniti is a good novel, we start from this assumption.
is the classic book that is easily read, what's the matter with its relentless story and those characters so unreal and grotesque, but in which we meet again and we become attached. And so far, nothing new, nothing extraordinary. What makes the latest novel by the Roman writer one of his best work is perhaps the background, the framework, in which the story unfolds. Ammaniti in fact brutally throws a handful of characters in a world that is always hovering between reality and its wild and quirky imagination.
The first part "Genesi " introduces us to two characters: the writer said-but-in-crisis Fabrizio Ciba and the head of The Beast of Abaddon satanic sect, said Xavier Mantos. These two characters seem to be the opposite of each other. The first finds in history not to be so "cool" as he believes and inevitably come to terms with reality. The second one finds the strength within him, in years of pent-up frustration and unhappy marriage work. But what our toghether two heroes is the total rout in tackling the adventure, the total absence of a line to rely on, the constant false certainty of knowing what to do when you do not know where to go instead of hitting her head. It can be seen here in my opinion one of the few weaknesses of the book: in fact secondary characters often appear in the action as "Deus ex machina, solving or changing profoundly the situation, making it sound like a collage of all the" scenes "or short stories linked. Ammaniti is as if he had a series of ideas, more or less brilliant, and had bonded.
Among the great ideas we can certainly cite the two excursus "historic" inserted between a other chapter. The first overview introduces the second chapter, "The Feast " and tells the story of Villa Ada (where the festival will be held the title of the novel in which everything will happen and more) from its Roman origins to the present day . If I have termed these interludes of the author as "historical" in quotes is because the excursion begins with a fidelity to the reality of what happened and then suddenly (and without a sign of distinction) turn according to the fantasy that imagines the park in Amman, he obviously loved, bought by a businessman in Naples, Sasa Chiatti, and after the interventions Pharaonic organize the event right here Italian world of the century.
So the second excursus into the third chapter: the first introduces the history of the '60 Olympics in Rome and then inserts a political fiction about the history of Russian athletes. He's the reader know when Ammaniti tells the true and when it leads us into the theater of his grotesque characters.
The presence of these is the rhythm of the book itself, or in a continuous escalation of madness and delirium. And among albino Venus, Russian athletes obese, Bulgarian chefs with paranormal powers, Satanists in love, tangled plastic surgeons, TV personalities, entertainment and sport Italian (all easily recognizable caricatures or in any way related to those who can now be the stereotypes of our star system ...) there's something for everyone. Larita deserves a separate note, the singer the subject of love and hatred of Ciba Mantos: she is the connection between the two, both chasing the non-stop, but she, apparently so fragile and helpless, it 's only one to actually have ideas always clear, always act according to moral well-defined and have only ever pure feelings. Everything else around and she is rotten.
And this can only rot to release the third and final part, " Katakumba " where no uncertain terms, no other possible definitions ... all goes to hell.
Everything collapses, hopes, plans, real or random loves, ambitions, dreams, plots, everything disappears crushed by the smallness of human body which thus appears to unnecessarily large. It would perhaps be an exaggeration to speak of "hubris, the arrogance so insulted by the ancient Greeks, but really seems to be the only evil that moves all over the reins of the macabre game ordered from Amman.
Among the possible self-references ("as God" is repeated at least twice, "I'll take you away" a) Amman back to the irony that was perhaps a bit macabre 'abandoned' As God commands "along known roads and perhaps more suited to his pen, giving us moments of pure fun and entertainment, but always leaving the starting point for reflection on the tragic-comic situation in which his characters (as well as his readers) are thrown against their will.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Glitched Bloons Tower Defense

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Lightning breaks through the clouds and the sky opens up into two brutally penetrating. It rains for some minutes, but now the drops are large such as nuts and it seems that the sky is splashed on people vehemently.

Just as the storm was about to unleash all its hormones and Roberto came in study hall. Greeted the lady at the guardhouse, he realized that he was all wet, but at least not soggy. It was felt pretty lucky until it touched her hair and noticed that the rain had given the gel in the hair on his head and formed a whitish pulp that would soon dry in yellowish lumps.

In spite of himself, and discouraged in the classroom on the second floor he began making a noise in the absurd, misguided attempt to keep the door to keep her ass beat.

immediately noticed a table that he liked the boy to death for months now. It was in study hall only to see it. He suspected he was gay (more or less as he had any girl he likes), but he was not certain and none of his friends knew him to be able to confirm or deny.

Roberto sat a few tables further away but still turned to him to see him and see between one page and another one of his book of English literature.

After a couple of hours went down for a snack. There in the basement, the machines, noticed that he was there, the guy that he enjoyed so much. He pretended to nothing, and with all the nonchalance he owned at the time it put the coins in the vending machine snacks and selected snack. The spiral that guarded it made a 360 degree turn but a piece of the package remained stuck Set in the metal of the spiral. Embarrassed by his bad luck, Robert looked at the boy to see if he had noticed what had happened. The boy had noticed all spoke. "Wait! I'll give you a hand, moved, "he said putting a hand on his arm and pushing him. He then gave a pretty strong blow with his knee to the distributor with a movement in the end extremely pelvic thought Roberto. The movement was clearly part of the basin and Robert for a moment desire to be a malfunctioning distributor.

When he came back to reality took some of the snacks that the boy was holding out after being bent, showing the "Y" of the buttocks, to pick it up. "Here, it's all yours" she said and then walked away. Roberto was petrified: he talked with him, moved him and had seen my ass.

The day could be closed for him, and with a positive balance.

After the surprise came up, but made the first step into the bathroom to wash her face and recover. While wiping the toilet door opened and he came out, hit the boy. Roberto was wrapped in the embarrassment and panic. Moving awkwardly, stumbled in the door that the boy had opened and ended up right on top.

Time stood still and Roberto, paralyzed, stood motionless, upon the lad, one against the other, leaning against the wall. For days, he swore to himself that he has heard the pack of press him on his body. But these thoughts were interrupted by the guy who, with the embarrassment of those who was put in an embarrassing situation and does not know how to get out said, "Um ... Could you move? ".

Roberto flushed with shame and, as if he had been caught red-handed, self-confessed, slurred speech a 'Sorry' a bit wrong and fled.

He entered the courtroom and took his things and throwing them at random with agitation in the bag and went away.

Downstairs swore to himself that he would never set foot in that room, not knowing that the visits to the bathroom of the boy who liked from that day became more and more, in vain, numerous and long.

And the whole story was nothing more than another homosexual erotic novel.