. . . : Fish. |
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
On the Road
"Magic mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?" My queen, you are the fairest here so true. But Snow White behind the seven hills is a thousand times more beautiful than you. |
Labels:
On the road,
photography,
Snow White
Monday, January 27, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Grazie, Maestro!
Today, on the – shhhh :) – xth birthday of my dear friend Giulio, another wonderful Milanese died: Claudio Abbado. Thankfully and with deep respect I am bowing to a noble character and extraordinary artist.
Labels:
Bruno Ganz,
Claudio Abbado,
Music
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Fuckwits, basically, are fuckwits
A "fuckwit" is a person who has consistently failed to obtain any degree of 'clue'.
To cut it even shorter:
Fuckwits, basically, are fuckwits.
Who would have thought
Seven studies using experimental and naturalistic methods reveal that upper-class individuals behave more unethically than lower-class individuals. In studies 1 and 2, upper-class individuals were more likely to break the law while driving, relative to lower-class individuals. In follow-up laboratory studies, upper-class individuals were more likely to exhibit unethical decision-making tendencies (study 3), take valued goods from others (study 4), lie in a negotiation (study 5), cheat to increase their chances of winning a prize (study 6), and endorse unethical behaviour at work (study 7) than were lower-class individuals. Mediator and moderator data demonstrated that upper-class individuals’ unethical tendencies are accounted for, in part, by their more favourable attitudes toward greed.
More.
Cats on a Hot Tin Roof
. . . well, not really hot the tin roof is, but Mittens and Momoare enjoying this and that sunbath in this unusual mild winter. |
Labels:
cats,
Mittens and Momo,
photography
Monday, January 13, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Nectarious Night
And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs . . . |
Labels:
Federico García Lorca,
Leonard Cohen,
Moon,
Music,
photography,
Poetry,
poplars,
Seanhenge,
songs
Thursday, January 09, 2014
Appatreetion
Labels:
branches,
literature,
Macbeth,
On the road,
photography,
Shakespeare,
trees
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