I think it better that in times like these
A poet’s mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of meddling who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winter’s night.
- William Butler Yeats
No updates for the next three days, I apologize for the interruption of the daily routine of this Box. Until a new entry is posted here, enjoy your time.
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“This World Cup, and life in general, provides these kind of opportunities to people who have suffered in recent times,” said Lippi in Berlin. “One of those people is the best defender in the world, Fabio Cannavaro.”
And there is also the streak of meanness, the ‘thou shalt not pass’ cynicism of the great Italian defenders of the past which makes Cannavaro the complete defender.
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Crowned in majesty, il leone. Behold him in all his glory.
Matteo: HANNO TAGLIATO I CAPELLI A CAMORANESI
me: nooooooo
davvero??????????
nooo
Matteo: L’HANNO FATTO IN CAMPO, PRIMA DI PRENDERE LA COPPA
NON HAI VISTO?
me: no
ma perhce’
ah mamma mia perche’!
Matteo: erano tutti attorno a Camoranesi, che era seduto su una sedia
e gli hanno tagliato metà coda dei capelli
una promessa
me: oh
mi piacevano molto i suoi capelli
beh
non importa
gli italiani sono i CAMPIONI DEL MONDO
questo che conta adesso
Matteo: ESATTO!
Matteo adesso non ha voce, ed io stavo mangiando una pizza durante la partita. Cosi pensano i vincitori.
As if the world needed more trouble. An alarming eye-opening article via Wired News discusses the repercussions of the mushrooming video sharing sites such as YouTube, Google, MySpace, etc.
Consider this recent example: In a four-minute video that was said to be meant as a spoof, a young Marine sings about how he fell in love with an Iraqi woman but then gunned down her family after they confronted him with automatic weapons. The video of his performance, posted anonymously on YouTube, sparked an outcry and was removed.
But the Marine has since been cleared by a military review. Now the song is slated to be aired on a satellite radio show and released for commercial downloads.
It’s getting harder to protect children from exposure to inappropriate concepts both online and offline. It makes one wonder if it is fair at all to reproduce, really.
Siamo i campioni del mondo. Cannavaro e la squadra azzurra, per sempre.
Here’s il capitano della nazionale’s website: Fabio Cannavaro
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Italy has just won and seeing that I can hardly contain my excitement. Italy is now the World Cup champion for the next four years. Power demands respect.
Me so happy! C’è una ragione per essere i migliori e questa ragione è semplice: l’italia ha una squadra magnifica che sa esattamente come comportarsi. Che partita!
This post is particularly uninteresting for most refined tastes. Muse needed, apply under The Contact.
It’s odd how most bloggers expect to be read and expect, generally without a pinch of doubt, to receive comments on their posts. I for one seldom leave comments in other people’s blogs because I either cannot add to comments already there (therefore my comments will be redundant) or do not appreciate the topic in question, or, which happens quite often, I am enveloped in reflection over what I have just read.
But isn’t all that selfish, utterly and purely selfish?
The answer to that question does not interest me all that much actually, it will not force a change in my habits or in anyone else’s. At times asking the right question is more valuable than receiving the right answer.
I had a hard time sleeping last night, why I am telling you this I do not know. It’s an interesting event to share, I reckon, since I never have trouble sleeping. And the irony of it all kicks in. This marked the second time I have had a bad dream about a fictional, but not too fictional, character that my brains have invented. I dreamt horrible, horrible things involving pictures of Tsuki-san, my blog, and my inbox. I was petrified to the extent that I could not bring myself to wake up, to interrupt that penetrating fear. I tried my best to scream during the events of the dream but all I got was a repressed moan that eventually drove me out of scaryland.
It was all the stranger because I almost never dream and know it. Specialists insist all people dream all the time but not everyone can recall their dreams or the act of dreaming. I happen to be one of the latter type and to imagine that I, single-handedly, have created a haunting character that has stayed true to its malicious ways for two dreams is alarming.
Following that absorbing experience I placed my hand on my heart and the beats were racing so fast I could promise my heart was going to pierce through the skin and come out of place. Imagination is a beautiful thing.
To my amusement, the Egyptian lad who works in this building also had trouble sleeping last night. I found him this morning resting his head at the reception desk with eyes as red as The Box. Vibes, vibes, vibes.
Of course, the events of late last night made my stomach uneasy. I have food laid before me as I type these words, therefore, now we feast.
Doctor Faustus did it. He called on Mephastophilis, a devil, to inform Lucifer that he offers him his soul.
Human tragedy, human ecstasy, and human life- they’re never about the angels and demons He sends but rather about your own disorientation. What happens when you’re uncertain damages your soul beyond repair even if you find your path afterwards. It remains with you, little fingers that pinch you all the time.
Faustus begs for mercy during his last hours. He tries to repent but it’s too late by then, it’s his own offer that sealed his fate. A host of devils carry his soul to hell where it suffers in eternal damnation.
In case you haven’t noticed, or in case you have been too busy/bored/stoned to notice, we at the Box are experimenting with Google AdSense in an attempt to generate some bucks. This is why so many people have seen it jam today, I’ve been playing with it all day long now - it’s fun! If AdSense really works then I might consider quitting my job and putting my forehead for rent.
Place your ad here
And along the same lines, the Box was down a couple of days ago for God knows what reason. My friend Khalidah informed me about this and, well because you’re nice, here is the picture of the Box back then:
Of course, I panicked. But it turned out that WordPress had issues (the syndrome?) and the glitch was magically removed all by itself less than an hour later. You can see traces of the damage right at the bottom of this page. I still cannot access my stats meter page, it’s displaying geek gibberish - not English… Which is rather funny, seeing as how the two words “Gibberish” and “English” sound so much alike.
This is just to ask for your patience (and help?) if you ever come into the Box and find the sidebar dancing or the words glowing mysteriously. You will know it’s good old me experimenting. Thanks!
