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I see stuff like this and I’m full of questions: how do you mean “overturning the urine bowl”? Is this an asian sport like Bukkake? Is it a superpower? And what on earth is Black Raspberry Wine? It sounds like porn for older guys with prostate problems and time on their hands, dreaming to once again (?) overturn the urine bowl with strenght of his pee.
Here’s the third installment of the Typephase saga. After Händel and Bach, it’s the turn of another great classic – re/composed for nine celestas.
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from Amazing Grace (trad)
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As a compassionate, respectful and moderate smoker since long before any anti smoking law was passed anywhere, I’m really puzzled by triumphal campaigns such as the Congratulations Illinois for your smoke-free year series of ads currently on Tv. There’s even a doctor saying that his patiens now breathe much better. Do they? Where do they live? Not in Chicago, among the most smokeful cities I’ve ever visited: most buildings are overheated (and emit proud columns of thick smoke all day long), smelly diesel trucks roam freely the streets of the city, people use the car even for very short journeys – always one per car – and leave it running while they shop for organic bean sprouts. So yes, I agree, people shouldn’t smoke in public places, restaurants should be cigarette-free, children and persons with pulmonary problems should be well protected. As for a truly smoke-free Illinois, I hope to live long enough to see that day, but the chances are very slim.
One of the very different things between the US and other places I’ve visited is the insistence of TV advertising, that sometimes produces a spectacular counter-effect, at least in me. Take Taken, for example, the Liam Neeson action thriller that opens this weekend. By now I know everything about this movie: they kidnap his daughters, he rescues them and kills all the bad guys. I heard over and over again about his “particular set of skills”, including the sexy tone he uses on the phone; skills that he’s “acquired in years and years” of better movies and now deploys in very predictable Hollywood flicks. “Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you”: you’re right Liam, they do, also thanks to a publicity budget that probably exceeds production costs.
I know that I’ve been watching way too much television here (always a good way to understand the local Pop culture), but I’ll keep doing that: compared to Taken, Bonanza reruns feel like Nouvelle Vague films.
Exoticism, the dictionary says, is “the charme of the unfamiliar”. It seems to be the case of this air freshener whose scent is called Moroccan Bazaar. As anyone who’s ever set foot in a Moroccan Bazaar knows very well, “Fresh-ground ginger, one of the many stimulating scents at a Moroccan spice market” is in fact just one of them, the others being camel dung, roasted lamb, rotting vegetables, open air butchery and Kif smoke. I can think of many excellent reasons to visit a Moroccan Bazaar (and I would suggest the truly unforgettable Djemaa el Fna square market in Marrakesh), but the scent is definetly not one of them.
Benvenuti su Fosforo, compilation di amenità verbali di Sergio Messina di cui come sempre risponde di persona attraverso questa pagina.
