Thursday, August 13, 2009

Pre Period Brown Discharge

Voivoda daily Il: symbolism


When the work there is virtually nothing to do and lack the will to write pages for the thesis must be found alternatives. My favorite is usually turn the pages of Wikipedia, jumping from page to page and from there to external links.
This morning, the chance would have me on some pages imbattessi extremely interesting, as a matter of historical characters and events that I'm "living" at first because of my reading these days, Q by Luther Blissett.
So browse and browse the virtual encyclopedia, between Munster and Mühlhausen, Müntzer between Thomas and Jan of Leyden.
But what most interested me was the entry for Albrecht Durer and his engraving Melancholia I.

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"The artist, who well understood the medieval conception of Melancholy subject to the influence of the planet Saturn, placed in phylacteries, led by a bat, the word melancholy.
are two characters depicted: in the foreground, a large figure, winged female traits, which embodies the man in its true essence, that which his soul has. The face is dark, frowning. It seems to be focused on for a problem that can not solve. A geometric problem, since it is right in his hands a compass. The second figure is smaller, also with wings and sits on a grindstone. is active, engaged by the writing. Appears to have the answers to the missing companion. The mill is on which is an instrument to reduce its crude powder was more consistent with empirical testing, and so noble.
One might assume that the problem, subject to the undertaking of the two figures could be linked to the so-called "square of Jupiter," which is shown behind them: the figures added up in horizontal, vertical and oblique always give 34 (note how the 'artist's skill has allowed him to have, side by side, the numbers 15 and 14, so as to remember the year of completion of the incision).
the unresolved question would seem to indicate the difficulty of moving permanently from the state of melancholy saturnine more congenial to the state of joviality, that the planet Jupiter, which is responsible with his obvious influences, and which is manifested by the dawn that comes shining on the horizon. "

seems that persons who have written this description, though detailed description of the details, he forgot to refer to the Masonic symbolism.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Are Lice Eggs Like Sand

Voivoda daily Il: riallineamento


It starts from June.
Studio. Labour. Studio. job. And decide what to do with my life. Deciding what to do with work. Renewal or not. I give up now or appearance. My future work in dance. temporizes as ever, as my usual indecisive. Then finally I decided to stay for now.
Evenings with litter and first Violetta in concert. Arianna in Italy. Three hours sleep and then off, travel to Mantova to rock in a school. The dream of when I was a kid.
Piazzetta with friends Friday night. Again, Arianna, on Saturday. Spa, hot water and laughter. I smile so much that I almost hurt my cheeks. But not last long, as usual. So
via Arianna, you are returned to the routine. Work. Studio. Work. Studio. Dinner for
sober. Pasta, pies and brioscine. Red wine, beer and Zibibbo. Serbian brandy with herbs and two crazy that he fired five glasses. Both dead. Who in the street, some in my house. The fate Dinners for the sober.
I program, a project of Computer B, 27. Minus two. Logical networks, did fairly well. Two weeks of anxiety. Weekend with litter between Torre and Belforte, with Royal. Then the vote, 23. Minus one. Studio. Work. Studio. Work. Studio. Examination again, the last one. A kick in the ass and go, finished. I am free from the yoke, free from anxiety. The tests in life never end, but those from the Politecnico di Milano've finished, they do. Again
Arianna. Orio al Serio, Mirapuri. Tents, camping, pasta and coffee on camp stoves. Michel Montecrossa and Lucky, a goatee dude with the accent of Milan and two feet of mane. "You'll see that sooner or later you'll give me." Strings and two in Turin. The Mottarone sevenfold in the copy. San Miguel Beer. Maps counted. The Whirl of Nothingness, Dash & Dixan. The announcement that greets us, but with style. A Sicilian and his fuckin tarpaulin. The rain, getting up to pee, sleeping in the car, three hours. I wake up and go home. Gnocchi, nap, shower, love, Cream, Emergency, yogurt.
and you start the routine, but without study. Work. Thesis. Work. Thesis. C'est la vie
, the wonderful way !

Monday, August 3, 2009

Meadco Scriptx Alternative On Mac

Voivoda daily Il: inaugurazione


And I'm back here, to write in a blog. My habit (cultural) favorite, maybe.
The hidden reasons behind the opening of this new space are simple all in all: the recent political emmesseniana that destroyed the concept of the blog making it virtually unattainable livespaces had convinced me of the futility of upgrading my dear, old and loved Stock Sia-Lan-Wezz ( link ). And the, frankly, I did not like. My little private corner, where people circulate my dearest to me could understand what goes through my head, my online diary was cut off from the world. Isolated, marginalized and excluded. All right that had to be something for the chosen few courageous people trapped in the Great Net were still the time to read my post and comment, often excusing good advice or irony cheap, but the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a blog and nobody reads it, here, seems like a stupid idea. So I shut down, is selling off everything and move on.
Then a girl, with her eyes who can read to the bottom of my soul, asked me spontaneously one day: "How come you do not update your blog more?".
And so here I am, to reopen a space where you can poison my friends, where you can talk about my experiences, my successes, my fears. Having to describe my dreams and my nightmares. What excites me and what breaks my leg.
reborn as an experiment, just as it was created to test the Stock , so in this I hope that bodes well as its predecessor alive many posts and many phases of my life, and that, just like the Stock even now, with the end dispense some advice re-reading what I wrote.
soon, for an account of my current situation, I hope soon.
I leave you with a great principle that is well suited to what I write on this blog:

"The goose is the animal considered a symbol of stupidity ,
because of the nonsense that men are sc standing with his feathers. "


PS: for those who had always wondered what, or rather, who is here's a Voivod -> link