In 2010 I started riding with the BDC since February I have no more practically touched the bike for next to nothing because of the accident and because of knee pain.
In BDC (September 29): 1789 Km
In MTB: 470 Km
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
How To Build Your Concrete Bathtub
Meeting
The car lay smoldering in the side of the street, hugging the cover sheet of the lamp lighting pubblica.Nessuna could watch that scene swallowed by the darkness of night, in a semi-deserted place, in a way that no percorreva.L 'man got out surprised to find himself virtually unscathed, deeply shaken by what he saw before losing control of the medium, shaken by the memory of the vision of a living shadow that had afraid to get it out of strada.Quella vision of a moment was now in first place among his thoughts, even before his own safety, even before the damage to the machine, first want to understand where local trovasse.Fece mind immediately understand what had happened, he remembered the two red lights reflected Nallo circular mirrors, bright lights and close together to be the headlights of a car ... Then the incredible, the two rounds that scarlet salgonoo up to heaven and sovrestano the car, and around them a black figure, spectral shadow with great wings nere.Poi the explosion and now his head ached and the machine fumava.I his thoughts froze when he heard muffled gasps come behind him, their pace awfully similar to that of a breath. All his nerves were stretched in unison along the back and made his way to the coldest of all the thrills he had ever provato.Dietro of him scrutinized the terrible creature, at least six feet high and black as ebony, the wings folded on the bluff body supported by legs similar to those of humans. The head was supported by the trunk, no neck, and huge round eyes were shining like two stars of other worlds .. the man felt his mind give him the first leg, moved a step back slowly guided by pure self-preservation, then the Fear gripped him around pensiero.Ed preventing movements and then being told. "Hey man." His voice was deep and fake, more like a continuous sound, extremely low, rolling hard in the face of such consonants and vocali.Di wonder every convention of mind was blown, and the driver said with a faint "hello" without having the conto.L strength to 'be scrutinized in the silenzio.La request went out by herself, irrationally, as if the man could not control what he said: "You are a god ..?" atonal voice again: "Do not I am, but I understand your question. "" What are you? "" does not include "" .. what do you want from me? "get" to that answer, the slight calm earned by the thought of talking to a sentient being, and perhaps reasonable broke, hot tears began to scratch the man's cheeks, tears of despair, a stranger who was outside the human fears. "Do not be afraid, fear is useless" "Why me?" I did? "" does not include "" ... I eat? "" I do not need to feed myself, "Man it looked strange to be feeling a mixture of emotions never felt before in all the years of his life. He was scared, but he also felt a strange sense of awe at the creatures, was something that should not and probably could not exist; talk to her was like talking with an open door on the infinite. "Where are you from?" asked by a "world" a different planet? "" no, there are worlds within worlds "" I do not want to go with you "" you are my "Only then the man noticed the terrible smell of ammonia permeated the 'air, was so intense as to burn your nose at every quick breath. "You're a demon?" "no" but then what ... what are you? " sobbed sconvoltoL'essere taceva.Poi spoke to the world many people disappear, the world is not what you think. It's not like you think "his voice was really something terribile.L 'man did not know where he was to be conducted, in that capacity, or with whom or what .. but maybe this did not matter, no longer had logico.La way his mind was crying .. thought how miserable are the men, they think they understand the world just because they have eyes to see and ears to hear, but do not even know the surface of themselves. They look at the stars and providing them so little attention, have within them the infinite and the human misery rifiutano.Il, driver of the car trousers wet with tears, he disappeared without a trace together with creatura.Nessuno vide.Il public lighting lamp post them died. 
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The story of Jacob
Nobody knew where it was done by Jacob when he refused to fight.
There were those who said that he had died, who was said to have embarked on a long journey, those who said that it was reduced to being little more than a bum.
The truth is that they are all right.
Jacob was dead, had died in his old leather that had taken off like a snake.
now wandered The world apparently aimlessly, with no desire or direction.
Since he refused to fight were many things that his eyes had seen the tall white mountains, deep valleys, wetlands, deserts and forests more red than green.
Since then, most had not cut his hair, not carrying neither shield nor sword, and was wearing a torn dress, brown and purple. His days not spent the same as before, were now completely new and frighteningly unpredictable. knew that every single day could die for the attack of a bear or for a foreigner too aggressive, he also knew that every day could suffer hunger or thirst, cold and loneliness, yet it never happens. Not because no escaping these fears, and they had no reason to chase.
Jacob had learned a lot watching that ran through the streets day after day, he had learned to listen to the song of the stars, that only very few hear, he learned to speak the language of water that murmurs and again, that of the earth who speaks to the silence, the air whispering in the ears fast, and the crackling of the fire that his wisdom.
He had learned the language of the world, and making This had learned the language himself, his inner stars, water, land, air and fire flowing in your body and in his veins.
It had been many moons since he had decided not to fight, and that time the world was his teacher and had met many people in his way and he had loved many women as they love cats.
Now the world wanted him to go through a desert, had long since learned to listen and to accept the advice and the stories they told him, and so one night he decided to enter the desert of Morgana.
penetrated the edge of the desert when the crescent moon was high in the sky, and the snakes come out to hunt up its own prey, then lay on the highest dune and slept under the curious eyes of the starry sky.
Jacob was already awake when the sun had crossed the border mountains, and took his bundle walked 'to the heart of the desert.
Only a fool would willingly penetrated toward the center of the desert in broad daylight, but Jacob was a fool because they do not comply with the laws of men or to those of the mind.
After hours of walking the sweat dripping over his eyes and prevented him from seeing what was around in then he stopped.
The landscape was monotonous, always large sand dunes orange wrapped in a sea of \u200b\u200blight and sand.
Jacob sat down and looked a shadow on the horizon.
He was a tall pretty much like him, and coming towards him. Only when he came up he realized that the man was wearing a heavy black robe, and his face the color of the pearl was not even breaking a sweat.
asked him who he was and he said, are the Death
His eyes were penetrating and blacks and seems to want to stick in those of Jacob.
spoke again and asked him if he wanted to challenge him, if he won he would spare his life, if he lost he would go with him.
Jacob thought about what happened to him during his life, his experiences and saw him like a river rushing through colorful, saw his childhood, his youth, his first love, he felt the warmth of the hot June sun and the winter cold that tempers the spirit. In his mind he saw his parents, his grandmother's smile, the swords of his companions and the sky when it rains and the sun shines.
His heart was full of life, his mind free, she realized that His eyes were wet, stood look death in the face and spread his arms horizontally to the chest showing the claws of the alien, without putting any resistance.
Death wield 'a long curved sickle and fired the shot with great force and determination in the chest.
Jacob heard the deafening roar of thunder, and found himself on the ground.
around him was no longer the desert, but the village from which the forest was gone. His clothing was torn on the chest but his body was not injured.
In his right hand clutching a golden key.
realized that all men are immortal. 
Nobody knew where it was done by Jacob when he refused to fight.
There were those who said that he had died, who was said to have embarked on a long journey, those who said that it was reduced to being little more than a bum.
The truth is that they are all right.
Jacob was dead, had died in his old leather that had taken off like a snake.
now wandered The world apparently aimlessly, with no desire or direction.
Since he refused to fight were many things that his eyes had seen the tall white mountains, deep valleys, wetlands, deserts and forests more red than green.
Since then, most had not cut his hair, not carrying neither shield nor sword, and was wearing a torn dress, brown and purple. His days not spent the same as before, were now completely new and frighteningly unpredictable. knew that every single day could die for the attack of a bear or for a foreigner too aggressive, he also knew that every day could suffer hunger or thirst, cold and loneliness, yet it never happens. Not because no escaping these fears, and they had no reason to chase.
Jacob had learned a lot watching that ran through the streets day after day, he had learned to listen to the song of the stars, that only very few hear, he learned to speak the language of water that murmurs and again, that of the earth who speaks to the silence, the air whispering in the ears fast, and the crackling of the fire that his wisdom.
He had learned the language of the world, and making This had learned the language himself, his inner stars, water, land, air and fire flowing in your body and in his veins.
It had been many moons since he had decided not to fight, and that time the world was his teacher and had met many people in his way and he had loved many women as they love cats.
Now the world wanted him to go through a desert, had long since learned to listen and to accept the advice and the stories they told him, and so one night he decided to enter the desert of Morgana.
penetrated the edge of the desert when the crescent moon was high in the sky, and the snakes come out to hunt up its own prey, then lay on the highest dune and slept under the curious eyes of the starry sky.
Jacob was already awake when the sun had crossed the border mountains, and took his bundle walked 'to the heart of the desert.
Only a fool would willingly penetrated toward the center of the desert in broad daylight, but Jacob was a fool because they do not comply with the laws of men or to those of the mind.
After hours of walking the sweat dripping over his eyes and prevented him from seeing what was around in then he stopped.
The landscape was monotonous, always large sand dunes orange wrapped in a sea of \u200b\u200blight and sand.
Jacob sat down and looked a shadow on the horizon.
He was a tall pretty much like him, and coming towards him. Only when he came up he realized that the man was wearing a heavy black robe, and his face the color of the pearl was not even breaking a sweat.
asked him who he was and he said, are the Death
His eyes were penetrating and blacks and seems to want to stick in those of Jacob.
spoke again and asked him if he wanted to challenge him, if he won he would spare his life, if he lost he would go with him.
Jacob thought about what happened to him during his life, his experiences and saw him like a river rushing through colorful, saw his childhood, his youth, his first love, he felt the warmth of the hot June sun and the winter cold that tempers the spirit. In his mind he saw his parents, his grandmother's smile, the swords of his companions and the sky when it rains and the sun shines.
His heart was full of life, his mind free, she realized that His eyes were wet, stood look death in the face and spread his arms horizontally to the chest showing the claws of the alien, without putting any resistance.
Death wield 'a long curved sickle and fired the shot with great force and determination in the chest.
Jacob heard the deafening roar of thunder, and found himself on the ground.
around him was no longer the desert, but the village from which the forest was gone. His clothing was torn on the chest but his body was not injured.
In his right hand clutching a golden key.
realized that all men are immortal.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Soft Mattress Arm Pain
Mourning
cyclists Calabrian Hello friends, good rides in the blue sky.
Today I go out racing bike for my usual round but with a different spirit, with mourning and with his arm draped in the bike mourning. Unfortunately
December 5 died in a horrible car accident, a group of cyclists from Calabria. Group, which like ours, runs down the street.
could happen to anyone of us.
cyclists Calabrian Hello friends, good rides in the blue sky.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Images Of The Starting Of Chicken Pox
Solito
In the afternoon I accompany our deceased aunt, and so we will go along with the commissioning of 18.
After the rain I decided to do my usual ride in bike racing.
Today the road was completely wet from the rain but still managed to peal are good and the knees seem to work properly! In the afternoon I accompany our deceased aunt, and so we will go along with the commissioning of 18.
Friday, October 29, 2010
What Kind Of Bathrooms Sell Condoms
first true spin spin
I must admit, the orthopedic osteopath was right!
After 10 outputs read (set to the new posture) of about 300 km, this is finally the first "real" ride with my new racing bike. For exactly one month after your purchase!
E 'was exciting but after months of forced stop due to knee joint problems and other health problems serious enough.
E 'was exciting but after months of forced stop due to knee joint problems and other health problems serious enough.
I am not strong, in fact I went at a rate davero bland, bordering on the ridiculous, but they are strasoddisfatto because I feel (not feel) any kind of pain, but with the MTB which recently took place after (and during) each exit.
I must admit, the orthopedic osteopath was right!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Diagram Of Ingrown Hair Follicle
My first race bike
A historic day!
Here at last after 23 years of bike I am decided, for reasons of force majeure (knee) also to buy a racing bike "to do the leg" and rehabilitate the joint.
I took a Cube Attempt I "customized" with Fulcrum Racing 5, Red KCNC special couple pedals and bottle cage Elite Road Race Look Keo classic. Monta
all Shimano road group 105 (Series 5600) with the compact crankset.
Here at last after 23 years of bike I am decided, for reasons of force majeure (knee) also to buy a racing bike "to do the leg" and rehabilitate the joint.
I took a Cube Attempt I "customized" with Fulcrum Racing 5, Red KCNC special couple pedals and bottle cage Elite Road Race Look Keo classic. Monta
all Shimano road group 105 (Series 5600) with the compact crankset.
While a group of friends gave me the Cycling Polar CS600 Pro Team Edition with the customization of the initial screen with the name "Emy" and a drawing of a stylized bird, reminiscent of the small Emy!
Friday, September 24, 2010
A Good Title For An Essay About Obesity
My first racing bike! GPS
Madness: today for the first time in my life, after 23 years of only ever bike, I tried the BDC of a man kind enough to making it available. I never thought in my life to find myself writing a post like that! Thanks to the good 
Fabio (my namesake) was behind me and gave advice and suggestions.
I tried a model of the Cube cheaply, the Aerial (Measure 58), with the compact. Son went to Fabriano bike and then jumped on the BDC.
So ... facts to an average of 35 Km 18 Km / h with 480 meters of altitude and a long climb 3km between 6% and 10% (for those who know her from Fabriano Collegiglioni).
Seat height adjusted to 78cm (center MC / floor seat - like on the bike), back off the saddle and stem positioned exactly to my measurements.
Guys .. It's another world ... I am made the climb with 65 rides and features of CAD less steep with 50 while in steep at 34. I have never gone up on the pedals and I never put the 27 back. The knee
magically turns a love that is not me and neither burning nor trouble, nor on the tour and neither now. It 'true that the other day bike I had not bothered pushing hard relationships.
Sensations: ask my guide ... "But the road there ... where is it? What happened? Who stole it?"
I missed that "vruuu ... ... vruuu vruuu" Gato producing the asphalt if it goes ... seemed to be floating, as if to stay on the bike .... relationships are hard but well-compensated for the smoothness. The catorcetto tried was also nice and heavy!!
Son was for the 3 km uphill always with his hands near the stem to have a more upright position ....
We come to almost 3 km of downhill (steep) and curves with style pass in the Dolomites that lead to sentence ... Start freewheel always with his hands up but close to the brakes (do not know if these positions have a name because I do not know a BDC damn!) then always call the baby behind with 50 and pedal a bit 'and my friend, always a wheel, said he lowered his hands better to keep the brakes and take the low handlebar grip.
processing, the road now is straight with few curves wide .... I look at the computerino mounted on the bike (CS100 and indicates a 78 Km / h)
A moment of excitement because I think my interface with the asphalt is a mere narrow clincher.
My friend and I screaming missile parades kind of keep up with him ... do 'some pedaling (hard as a brick) and is a motor bike seems AVEE ... is awesome!
back for an easier ascent on how to think and reason turned well my legs and how (he said) I was fine and at ease in the saddle.
E 'was a great (and surprising!) Experience!
Fabio (my namesake) was behind me and gave advice and suggestions.
I tried a model of the Cube cheaply, the Aerial (Measure 58), with the compact. Son went to Fabriano bike and then jumped on the BDC.
So ... facts to an average of 35 Km 18 Km / h with 480 meters of altitude and a long climb 3km between 6% and 10% (for those who know her from Fabriano Collegiglioni).
Seat height adjusted to 78cm (center MC / floor seat - like on the bike), back off the saddle and stem positioned exactly to my measurements.
Guys .. It's another world ... I am made the climb with 65 rides and features of CAD less steep with 50 while in steep at 34. I have never gone up on the pedals and I never put the 27 back. The knee
magically turns a love that is not me and neither burning nor trouble, nor on the tour and neither now. It 'true that the other day bike I had not bothered pushing hard relationships.
Sensations: ask my guide ... "But the road there ... where is it? What happened? Who stole it?"
I missed that "vruuu ... ... vruuu vruuu" Gato producing the asphalt if it goes ... seemed to be floating, as if to stay on the bike .... relationships are hard but well-compensated for the smoothness. The catorcetto tried was also nice and heavy!!
Son was for the 3 km uphill always with his hands near the stem to have a more upright position ....
We come to almost 3 km of downhill (steep) and curves with style pass in the Dolomites that lead to sentence ... Start freewheel always with his hands up but close to the brakes (do not know if these positions have a name because I do not know a BDC damn!) then always call the baby behind with 50 and pedal a bit 'and my friend, always a wheel, said he lowered his hands better to keep the brakes and take the low handlebar grip.
processing, the road now is straight with few curves wide .... I look at the computerino mounted on the bike (CS100 and indicates a 78 Km / h)
A moment of excitement because I think my interface with the asphalt is a mere narrow clincher. My friend and I screaming missile parades kind of keep up with him ... do 'some pedaling (hard as a brick) and is a motor bike seems AVEE ... is awesome!
back for an easier ascent on how to think and reason turned well my legs and how (he said) I was fine and at ease in the saddle.
E 'was a great (and surprising!) Experience!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Mere Naam Jocker Hot Scens
I used so far
I was thinking, after my last acquistosu which and how many outdoor GPS units I've used over the years, both in and both my parents and borrow from friends.
GPS and orienteering were always one of my great passions and I have used many over the years (both my friends and both of them have provided me to try)
As of January 1996 (to be exact) to Today I used:
Garmin GPS 38 (my first GPS)
GPS 12 GPS III
GPS V GPS 72 GPS 76 eTrex eTrex Vista eTrex Vista HCx
GPSMAP 72 GPSMAP 76 GPSMAP 60 CSx CSx
Edge 205 Edge 305 Edge 705 Edge 500 (the first GPS for my wife)
GPSMAP 62S
Oregon 450
Magellan GPS 4000 GPS Blazer 12 GPS 315 SportTrack Map eXplorist 500 Meridian Triton 500 Triton 2000
TwoNav
Sports
Flytech
GPS 5020 GPS 6015 GPS 6040
Brauniger
IQComp GPS GPS
IQBasic
IQCompeo
and the list goes on ...
GPS and orienteering were always one of my great passions and I have used many over the years (both my friends and both of them have provided me to try)
As of January 1996 (to be exact) to Today I used:
Garmin GPS 38 (my first GPS)
GPS 12 GPS III
GPS V GPS 72 GPS 76 eTrex eTrex Vista eTrex Vista HCx
GPSMAP 72 GPSMAP 76 GPSMAP 60 CSx CSx
Edge 205 Edge 305 Edge 705 Edge 500 (the first GPS for my wife)
GPSMAP 62S
Oregon 450
Magellan GPS 4000 GPS Blazer 12 GPS 315 SportTrack Map eXplorist 500 Meridian Triton 500 Triton 2000
TwoNav
Sports
Flytech
GPS 5020 GPS 6015 GPS 6040
Brauniger
IQComp GPS GPS
IQBasic
IQCompeo
and the list goes on ...
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Do Scented Or Unscented Candles Last Longer
17.00 hours. The Pause. Despite
Ok, I take a break. For a bit 'of time (a week? A day? A month, I was trying!) Will no longer participate in the discussions on the state of comics that have taken a turn for the surreal. Now it seems that my role in these discussions to show that it has become a complex living organism deprived of sustenance is destined to die. In a bit 'probably ask me to prove that the tower of London is not made of stew with potatoes. So for the time break. We will come back up (maybe) when I am able to reattach his arms. Cheers
Saturday, August 14, 2010
How To Get Someones Mental Health Records
Ok, a bit is a time 'so, to continue to incazzature work. Are you also a circus you can imagine what I'm talking about. But if you're not just know that we're losing absolutely nothing interesting. Should I write a post, I know, but they are slow to write, the post would require a half day and I do not have neither the time nor the inclination, which in this period is devoted to illustrations. There a place because they are magnanimous. Click and see big beautiful.
Despite the unfavorable period, but there is some satisfaction: A beautiful interview conducted by myself in good Luca Bonisoli . Go forth, read, rejoice and spammed. We will meet again in
sunny days.
Friday, July 2, 2010
What To Include In Church Welcome Package
Garth Ennis, a good book and a new little drawing doodles
I've never been a big fan of superheroes. I mean, not that I hate, it's just that I have never made a fool. Even as a kid.
Something goes wrong is not bad, mind you. Batman, say, not bad. The Punisher but I have never said or bi or ba. Except when the writes Garth Ennis, of course. But just because Garth Ennis comics is strange.
Yes, I like Ennis.
If I had been asked 20 years ago to choose a writer with whom I work wanted to know what I say? Yes? Wrong, I would not have said Ennis. I replied Neil Gaiman. But if they had put the same question 10 years ago I would have said Ennis. If you would lay me today I could only say that I'm lucky because my favorite writers are those which actually work, and then I'd say it's okay (except for Thomas Destefanis which is one of my absolute favorites, but with which I just made a table-shot - and here sooner or later we must remedy, Tommy!).
But back to Garth Ennis. E 'in bookstores for several months in an essay published by Editions Ennis XII. It 's a beautiful tome more than 340 pages. But really that great.
If you happen in the library have a look. If you need to know Ennis procure this book. If you do not know him then you must get the book plus a large number of comic books. In the book there is also a wonderful gallery curated by Smoky and implemented by some of the greatest Italian designers. The Punisher (rieccolo!) of Pagliaro worth the price of the volume. And yes, I'm here too (yeah, I too am one of the greatest Italian designers, you just do not do it weigh more so we are all happy!).
Uhm ... what else? Ah yes! The small drawing below was made especially for your shiny eyes.
Do not ask why I do not know what to answer. I liked it and I put it there, as usual.
And as usual: click on image to view it in original size.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Awsome Wrestling Singlets
!
More than anything else to shoot a bit 'the hand that, after six months since I touched pencils and pens, I was a bit' rusty. 
fact doodles. Singular.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Symptoms Of Being Conceded
Ah! What we did in Cambridge!
Waking up early to go around and visit museums. Then visit the most prestigious colleges in the UK. Carousing every evening until late at night submitted. Spend two days in Swinging London. Buy a typical house cambridgiana (you say so?).
Here's what we did in Cambridge.
We now turn to what we did at Cambridge: nothing. We
di Non.
Done.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
The days have followed the rhythm of the many many many meals interspersed with naps.
And I was happy.
Mind you, we also did some ride in the city. Not too long because tiring. And in any case it came at regular intervals to make tea from Starbucks or Costa. I would enjoy photographing what they saw from the windows:
Waking up early to go around and visit museums. Then visit the most prestigious colleges in the UK. Carousing every evening until late at night submitted. Spend two days in Swinging London. Buy a typical house cambridgiana (you say so?).
Here's what we did in Cambridge.
We now turn to what we did at Cambridge: nothing. We
di Non.
Done.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
The days have followed the rhythm of the many many many meals interspersed with naps.
And I was happy.
Mind you, we also did some ride in the city. Not too long because tiring. And in any case it came at regular intervals to make tea from Starbucks or Costa. I would enjoy photographing what they saw from the windows:
addition to the bike there were a lot of beautiful houses cambridgiane:
Ok, this is like a shop but there were beautiful houses:
This I liked because besides being a nice little house cambridgiana also has all the fragrant wisteria that I like too.
And then the houses are filled with bay windows. The bay-rule in all its forms of bow:
This has bay windows, but I liked it and I put the same.
The houses are all on the back of a garden inhabited by the small inhabitants of the forest as sparrows, blackbirds, crows, ravens, blemmyae, giant squirrels and people sitting at the door for lunch or, more often, to smoke :
The interior of the houses is instead inhabited by strange beings called semitransparent Sandal:
The interior of the houses is also characterized by various canned food and tap reminiscent of the second bomber World War
Inside the houses, eat good bread on the British. This is a double cheeseburger with onion and kabab that must be ordered online and you will be brought back home by a smiling porter who also gives you a bottle of coca-cola one and a half. The photo does not do justice to the size of the burger-kebab.
This however does not know what it is but someone has eaten almost everything. What is advanced (very little) was equally distributed between the blemmyae in the garden.
Ah, then there's the pub in Cambridge where the metallozzi if you want you can also play darts. This is a very special upstairs. Do not ask.
And then there are the purchases. There show t-shirts I bought from Talking T's because I did not want to take photos but I show you this: I do not like fantasy but the designs are beautiful.
Finally, I show you the tire Beautiful World: here it is.
And finally, do not listen to those who says the opposite: the girls are cool in Cambridge. No pics but trust me.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Pediatrician Toronto Good Universities
Cambridge. In theory.
In theory this time tomorrow I should be flying. In practice it is not known. The volcano is Eyjafjallajökul scattering ashes on my space and air so it is said that tomorrow we can fly, although at the time my flight is not canceled. I know you all, all three were waiting for the new post of hateful invective against the tyrannical figure of the writer but you'll have to wait for my return. Someone else (hello Skira !) Is instead of waiting for brand-new doodles. Even for what we have to wait, sorry. If all goes according to my plans will spend the next 10 days here:
Under the bridge. On the contrary, the better. Finally dedicated to activities appropriate to the nature of my sloth and raising my cholesterol. It seems that I will have a laptop (thanks, Susy !) And an internet connection (thanks, Max!) And this will allow me to look at this blog from time to time and so monitor the situation in Italian from having to citalopram ricorerre idea of \u200b\u200breturning home. For the moment, is all. Riguardatevi.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Spinning Bike For Sale In Costco
The nightmare of every writer.
it's official. I finished "Inferno." All 114 tables finely drawn, inked and colored are waiting to be literate by the end of a French man of letters and printed in a prestigious volume. Of course no one can know when that happens. But at this moment I do not care that much. It would be interesting but the answer to the question "What happens now?" or, rather, "What shall I do now?". The answer is "I do not know." Well, of course will attack to draw the fourth (and final) volume of Ravenstock, but this was already budgeted. And I can also create tables Rusty Dogs. But even that was already budgeted. What was not in the budget is that the long period dedicated to the creation of Hell has totally revolutionized my approach to screenwriting. I realized I was not armored bear scripts. Draw scenes that do not "see" as well as extend indefinitely the deadline for completing a job causes me almost physical pain. A dull ache, a tightness that starts at the larynx and reaches the base of the diaphragm. And that lasts for the entire processing time.
not good. No, not good. Not at all.
So what?
So now changing. This change of pace. It changes everything.
I want control of all the visuals. I will not go into the merits of dialogue. Not within the substance of the sequence of events and sequences. I will not go into the merits of the whole part about the script closely. But I want the direction of the sequences. I want the direction of character acting. I want to control the environment and of all the visual part of the job. If I can put my time well. If we can speak of the script sequence to sequence so well. If you can not then no thanks.
I know that all these beautiful claims I certainly facilitate the work and that, under these conditions, most writers prefer to extricate one eye rather than embark on a project with myself, but what can you do? I've never been a designer easy to manage. I know and in some ways I am sorry too. If I could just be the armed wing (pencil, pen, brush, etc..) Writer certainly would live better and earn even more. But I can not, sorry.
Well, mind you, I might even agree to swallow everything and create jobs in which you ask me anything but to do so should pay me, but I say really well. So let's say that this risk in Italy did not run for sure.
Finally, for those who last year sent me scripts or projects asking if I was going to achieve them and I said no because I was busy with Inferno could go there worse. I could answer yes. You would have had to deal with the nightmare of every writer.
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