Verbiage For Performance Reviews

Halloween

The most interesting part of when writing a journal is to choose the title. In theory you should take a word or a concept that is consistent with the contents of the entry, but I usually do more or less randomly. Today I wrote because Halloween happens to be today, tomorrow and certainly will not write anything, so long as tantovale use the title will have a modicum of sense.

Today I was thinking about religion. What religion am I?
I was baptized as a child, I went to confession, I had my first communion, have been confirmed ... I followed most of the catechism classes and more or less I have managed to do a rough idea what it means to be Christian. But what does this mean exactly?
I may not be Christian. I could be Jewish, Buddhist, Hindu, Islamic, Shinto, Confucian, Taoist or perhaps animist. I do not know anything about these beliefs.
I could believe in monotheism or polytheism or pantheism. How do I know? I do not know what it means. I do not know if I could never believe in other religions if you were not born Italian (or in this family), because I can not change what they are.

Every time I come to think that man has created voluntarily by many intricate ways to complicate your life. In the world there are many religions and should be part of one of them, or create their own teaching and hope to gather enough believers that it can make it valid. One must be able to work with the philosophy and understand perfectly all the existing religious movements, and then choose the most credible according to its own humble opinion or decide to blow it to hell and be atheists or agnostics.

I can say I want to believe in something superhumanly above, except that I do not know exactly what it is. So for now I consider myself agnostic who has received baptism, Communion and Confirmation ... I feel a little 'a criminal.

Speaking of Halloween, the costumes are ideal for me as a ghost, zombie or bat. No wolves, no werewolves, no witches. We honor to the spirits, the decomposing bodies and the only flying mammals.

Seebaru

Fishing Spoons, Walmart

Sorry. There was an error when the requested operation. Serita

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I cheered the day watching "The Pianist" by Polansky.

Everyone does what he can to torture.

I worked almost all day, apart from a discussion of "historical" interrupted by technical conditions. My phone company decided to cut off funds.

Not only do I deliver the services paid for, but even when I pay for my desire final resolution of the problem, the telephone company said I owed credits.

I try to check my bank account and you can not access because the bank is conducting mergers, and will resume services on November 1.

No, I am not pessimistic, I just **** a lot and you, my dear great lords, you know what so I will not specify.

I take it as a sign of "destiny" or as a boring failure?

do not have time to decide which of the two options may be better philosophy, I arrange a private group for tomorrow.

I will kindly pass the "extreme situations".

All with a simple phone call ...

Hello, you pass the number of Mrs XXX, granted, for tomorrow.

Eight phone calls because that Ms. XXX had to change, time, number of visitors and the shoes in relation to the works of Van Gogh
Executed at the end of the chick was also so nice to call me six times.
Six out of eight is a good average. Eight
conversation with a stranger is a good average, so if I continue the next Once I even confess their sins.
At that point I'll have to direct them to someone more competent, or will require a salary from the Holy See.

Oh, I'll write tomorrow I will have several hours by train. I have learned to exploit them in a "modern" PCs and film in English.

not me who used the time is the time that takes advantage of me ... Lawro

I dreamed a strange look, maybe I can bring the dream into a few lines of characters blacks on white background. Interested? Are you curious? Fatevela go because everything is very confused in my mind, more or less as is the rest of my life and my work ...
you like it? I know ...

Sorry. There was an error when the requested operation. What

stracazzo error occurs? Tell me!
E 'kafiano, there is an error which I do not know, I do not know how to fix it, I can not handle it.

What Should I Write On My Dog's Grave

Peace & Love

This morning I woke up at 6:27, I ate of Rice Crispies in the cold milk, I wash, I put some clothes in case and went to school. I took the bus that goes around longer and come directly to high school, so I have not had to move from the seat and I had time to listen to a song more, I took the bus back to the thirty seats and are returned home earlier than usual. At school today, there was no English and spent time in the pit with the class library to do little or nothing, plus I paid to my partner to counter some manga to read. Peaceful day.
E 'shocking the way my life after having been rejected, has become quiet. First he was a constant stress of parents and school that I did not understand, but after that first September trip to Venice was as if a storm had subsided. Before I did not see a way or in no particular order, but now all eyes on which I put in its place, and I can not but realize that it could not be otherwise. I made peace with the environment in which I live without it being changed nothing decisive, and this is very important to me.

As I said, however, has not changed nothing but this strange mental order. I can think of new ideas for new stories in a spontaneous and uncontrollable, my grades are better than last year, I even found someone who shares virtually all of my passions (should only be converted to Vocaloid, but you can not have everything) ... but I do not know why, but I feel a sense of discomfort.

not that kind of discomfort that makes you want to break everything and throw out all the guts: that is a reaction that would require too much energy ... and I just do not have energy, not to spend so. It 's more a feeling of slight tightness in the chest and annoying together, as if his heart had locked. Not in a ring of barbed wire, not in a cage, not in a cube of titanium, but in a cardboard box with a pretty bow on it. Something light light: I could take away the hassle by simply opening the cover, but I can not. We arrive at that cover. It 'frustrating and annoying, although it is good.

It 's time to finally ask myself, as a good writer and passionate reader of romance: when it happens to me?
I have always been used to start in underestimate my appearance, my personality, my intelligence and everything that I have appointed about myself. Comrades class began to make fun of in grade school because I get distracted very easily, after having spent the means to try to beat highly of what others think about me, I got to high school without knowing how to deal with complex I accumulated. Some days I look in the mirror and see myself as beautiful, other times I look again and I feel like a monster.

All I want is to reach that person who will open the lid. Or that the burn, or dissolve it, or that it destroyed ... no matter how, no matter who it is exactly. Only one person can do it, and it is the same one that succeeds in for each of us.
pity for me that will never arrive. I was not born for this, is not what I expect. I will stay alone and without that kind of love, as it should be, why am I choose to be myself, not listen to my telling me to wear fashionable clothes and makeup for the face look more ; pretty. I just did not bend my head, only to be a little something simple and almost odorless. Who takes the clover flower blossomed into a rose garden? No one, absolutely no one.

Seebaru

Lester Motorcycle Wheels

"Inside the Last Supper: the thirteenth witness"





Vigevano Castle

from 30 October 2010 to 1 May 2011

With the exhibition "The Thirteenth witness" the da Vinci masterpiece will be the focus of unprecedented media reading


From 30 October 2010 to 1 May 2011, the stables of the ducal castle of Vigevano, a path will be set up which, thanks to sophisticated interactive and digital, will offer visitors an innovative reinterpretation of the Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci, giving him the role of spectator privileged - almost beside the twelve apostles - the discovery of the multiple meanings that this holds , hence the title of the exhibition: INSIDE THE LAST SUPPER: THE THIRTEENTH WITNESS.

The visit will provide an opportunity to choose between three different levels:

1. film, where you will view information and multimedia content according to a scheme set up as a story;

2. interactive, where the visitor will structure their own path of discovery and understanding of the masterpiece by drawing on their own to the various possibilities of depth; the

3. active and participatory, where you have the ability to collect and share images and details of the route through a database that will be enriched with the contribution of people.



The central sections will be characterized by a particular arrangement: a set suitable for reading, analyze and experience first hand aspects of the implementation of the Last Supper.


Each of these sets will consist of tools such as a projection surface on which a film flow, a table to store the depth consultation, a collector, capable of capturing images and details of the total film, to bring them on table archive where you can watch them and rework them.

Hours: Monday to Sunday from 09.30 to 18.30. Tuesday 9:30 to 14:00



The ticket office closes one hour before



Admission: € 8, reduced € 6.50, € special schools 3;

Catalog Electa


Website: www.leonardoevigevano.it


Information and guided tours: 02 43353522 as real as diverse in their variety. The selection of works highlights how attention should be placed in the interpretation, the challenge in what is expressed or left unspoken.

and in the wake of the '60s - a crucial decade, during which customs and socio-political ideals were criticized, challenged and permanently deleted - which is inscribed the style of the disturbing images / disquieting images in the exhibition, largely attributable the period from the 70s to today. They are images that come from all parts of the world, from Iraq to Texas, from Japan to Vietnam from Africa to Haiti, from Rwanda to Afghanistan, and cover the city as the small towns, as San Francisco, New York, Palermo, London, Provincetown, Emeryville or Seattle. They talk about subjects that are eroding the boundaries of imagination, because it close to a social universe that is latent and it is threatening violence on women, the distortion of eco-friendly, animal abuse, human obsessions, victims of war and family. Disquieting, worrying is a term ductile, easily circumscribed. Can you describe an event or object, or experience may be the same object or event. It can be a deeply personal response or evoked by the other: it is the work or the condition to be disturbing, or is the answer given by others to give this reading? The primary concern is a reaction, and at the same time, fueled by a shared suspicion and discomfort. It's both: it is shapeless, yet visceral, not an opinion, and however deeply felt, a calm interrupted, a deafening silence, something inescapable yet threatening, frightening, disgusting ...
In collaboration with the curators, the photographers have implemented, with varying degrees of narrative, a selection of images and projects that are - as witness or metaphorically - the concepts of community, gender, diversity, children, environment and conflict : the nature of 'human being as the human being and nature.

Through the selection of works on display, disturbing images / enucleates disquieting images of "ecosystems" ruthless and upset because it upset the order of things known, so as to create a new kind of reality. And at the same time appear as instances, events, experiences relived one o'clock as opposed to another, one twisted the other pictures that pose more questions rather than answers, which irritate the subjects depicted in deep decline - and the same word "concern" - in a personal way according to the sensitivity of the individual photographers.

Artists exhibited: Julio César Aguilar

Fuentes, Diane Arbus, Letizia Battaglia, Nina Berman, Elena Dorfman, Donna Ferrato, Nan Goldin, Philip Jones Griffiths, Pieter Hugo, Alfredo Jaar, Kohei Yoshiyuki, Sally Mann, Robert Mapplethorpe, Mary Ellen Mark, Richard Misrach, James Nachtwey, Michael Nichols, Paolo Pellegrin, Gilles Peress, Eugene Richards, Lise Sarfati, Stephanie Sinclair, Brian Weil, Zalmaï.


Per il contenuto delle Immagini La Mostra è vietata ai Minori di 14 anni e Rivolta a un pubblico Adulto

Immagini inquietanti / disquieting images

Triennale di Milano
19 ottobre 2010-9 gennaio 2011
a cura di Germano Celant e Melissa Harris

Ingresso 8.00 / 6.50 / 5.50
Catalogo Skira
Tuesday-Sunday 10:30 to 20:30 10:30 to 23:00 Thursday and Friday


Triennale di Milano Viale
Alemagna, 6
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