As promised in previous post, after a week, the second public release of Fojonco.
Good reading.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Easy Bake Oven Ottawa
Fojonco second exit
As promised in previous post, after a week, the second public release of Fojonco.
Good reading.
As promised in previous post, after a week, the second public release of Fojonco.
Good reading.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Is Burning When Urinating Normal?
Turin Marathon
A Marathon Road thing missing here is one of my short career opportunity ... Running right into the 'City that I saw a man, Augusta Taurinorum .
course as Orc, the way I do not pack it '... But anyhow,' ended the raids up and down 'to the mountains, you want to walk on the streets for a day, courses, and the avenues the peripheries of the world of humans.
Normally the cross for work to move from one place to another always with a thousand thoughts, difficult to understand the true distances, except that winter of 1986 when a heavy snowfall forced me into a bipedal week .... enjoyed some city on foot 'and including the distances.
Sure my internal GPS will want ':
- take me to the park Stupinigi
- head to the Monte San Giorgio
- get on the morainic hills in Rivoli
- refuse to enter into the heart of the city 'men
But we also need to make these experiences to be even more' ORCO.
The preparation time is not as resistance 'was a problem ... and the acquisition of speed' on the black bitumen and 'was planned with a series of races from 21km and nothing more'. Ben
4 Orcs are taking part in the Turin Marathon: Pino, Andrea, and Robert Mauro.
Race day they join with us and Nerio Soncin Gaspare.
Well yes, I do Nerio name too because it 's a myth and the endurance race and' official ambassador of the Turin Marathon.
Along with Andrea, Nerio only a month ago, he participated to 24 hours in Turin, and both have traveled 130km.Oggi are here with us for one of the toughest marathon 'famous in Italy.
The meeting and 'at the subway station Fermi (Collegno), then with a dedicated race, the Orcs down in the womb of Mother Earth.
on a train without a driver and the hope given to us by GTT through the speakers of the Metro, we slingshots to the heart of the city 'Savoy.
During the trip which will take us 'to the central station of Porta Nuova, do not talk of nothing but time, estimates of minutes per km ... Nerio advised us during the race, to ' floats head ' ... maybe that means the state of trans allows you to enter the mystical world where the effort does not exist ... at almost ecstatic enlightenment.
Nerio
mythical hero of many goals
Mille your experiences
Simple your spirit, your being
competitive.
Perhaps the continuous chase,
to float in your head
've reached the epitome of the race and you seems to me a
Monaco marathon
of the Buddhist Tendai sect. Perhaps
athlete in your life you've tasted the sweet feeling that
and 'enlightenment.
We get off at Porta Nuova and the city 'because of the blockade and traffic' without traffic, a real pleasure.
In Piazza Castello and 'the obligation of caffettino.
missing little more 'than 45 minutes at the start, we approprinquiamo to change and deliver the bags at the camp site Romano in Piazza del Duomo, which, with the commissioning of this morning has seen bidding farewell to Cardinal Poletto . The start
'arrived, Andrea reminds us that will try' to follow the balloons of 3.30, while Pino, Roberto, Mauro Gaspar and blue balloons of 4.00. At the start
very strong athletes, of all nationalities and the Africans can not miss: Kenyans, Ethiopians, Eritreans, Moroccans ....
Earth
hidden by black ribbons of asphalt
bitumen
quick trip
nellle
metropolis of men. For one day
owners
streets and valleys to break the
metropolitan city with thousands of soles
drumming with men from the Omo Valley
women from the banks of Donau
unison to challenge themselves
The rate of departure and 'bland, Andrea already lose it' as a po 'even before the first battery tambuireggiare hear music ... and' cause the noise of this instrument we accompegnera 'for the duration of the marathon . Ongoing
Cairoli's purposes Mauro Gaspar and go to hell ... and we lose them too. We are at
us force each other and I Roberts.
The clock is ticking on the roads that remind me of years past, every road is a link:
- current maximum and Valentino in my teens when I lived on a Ormea
- Corso Unita 'd'Italy, boy at the boarding school of the Fathers Somaschi
- Moncalieri where I attended the ITIS GB Pininfarina
We run at about 5 min with 40secondi per kilometer, as named Roberto, 'BLACK DEATH' below, aka the big group in the center with the blue balloons.
Once in Orbassano and the rest of the 21km we engage the group of 4 hours, maybe they can follow to the finish ..... a chimera. Even Roberto
finally is released and so far in 100metri each run on their own.
Bones clapping, marching tendons, muscles swell, lungs bled ....
try to move the necessary, not long strides, as a minimum. A
Gel helps me to prevent the crisis that will come for sure between 30 and 35 km.
From a hole in the ground, Rivalta, or perhaps from a bush piracanta Umberto comes out here.
Me all'impovviso I find them almost un'ologramma, with his green jacket looks like a goblin of the woods.
It 's a great pleasure to see him, he promised that he would accompany us for a piece of bitumen, and here it is accurate.
I cling to him physically, as if to drag me anything ... I do not stand up ... then ask him if he's not even that ... no food ... well I say I hold my bottle, and the need to please the little help porgimela ... otherwise we are to do '.
Umberto tells me that Andrea had not dared to follow very concentrated in the race and to keep the rhythm of the large group of fanatics of 3 hours and 30 minutes.
this morning had to be there but Henry of force majeure, a customer struggling with finzanza, did not allow him to be present.
Unlike Moncalieri, Orbassano, Rivalta, where we have literally made the holidays, Rivoli are now passing through a cold town, perhaps because
time now tarda.Sono fact about 12.30 pm and in Italy Sunday, a marathon or not, we cook and think about food. Here
Corso Francia a long straight towards the center of Turin, we meet many friends and acquaintances who are cheering for us.
's done, this straight through 5 municipalities, Torino, Grugliasco, Collegno, Rivoli, and' called Corso Francia since 'was the path that led from Turin on the outskirts of Rome at the time of Caesar was called to Avignon (AD Finis Cotii). Then the road continued to Exilles (Excingomagus) to the Susa Valley and crossing the Mont Cenis (Mons Matronae) and Montgenevre (Mons Cinerum) for France (Gaul).
Umberto leaves me in Cascine Vica at the entrance of the bypass, just after I reach Robert, who in the throes of a crisis, slowing his pace.
my part and the pace 'steady and I can quit 4ore6minuti. Certainly not a
Tempone, as they say in slang, but a result which, until recently hoped to achieve last-minute road being a marathon runner. Why
'so hard ?..... incastonarfe the pleasure of the words in this narrative, the friendship of the Orcs and the beautiful photos taken OntheRace.
forgot .... you arrive in Via Roma, Piazza Castello with the finish straight and the final strip between the Dioscuri Castor and Pollux, and 'was the realized dream of every runner in Piedmont.
photo: http://picasaweb.google.com/MUSIRUIS/20101114MaratonaDiTorino #
A Marathon Road thing missing here is one of my short career opportunity ... Running right into the 'City that I saw a man, Augusta Taurinorum .
course as Orc, the way I do not pack it '... But anyhow,' ended the raids up and down 'to the mountains, you want to walk on the streets for a day, courses, and the avenues the peripheries of the world of humans.
Normally the cross for work to move from one place to another always with a thousand thoughts, difficult to understand the true distances, except that winter of 1986 when a heavy snowfall forced me into a bipedal week .... enjoyed some city on foot 'and including the distances.
Sure my internal GPS will want ':
- take me to the park Stupinigi
- head to the Monte San Giorgio
- get on the morainic hills in Rivoli
- refuse to enter into the heart of the city 'men
But we also need to make these experiences to be even more' ORCO.
The preparation time is not as resistance 'was a problem ... and the acquisition of speed' on the black bitumen and 'was planned with a series of races from 21km and nothing more'. Ben
4 Orcs are taking part in the Turin Marathon: Pino, Andrea, and Robert Mauro.
Race day they join with us and Nerio Soncin Gaspare.
Well yes, I do Nerio name too because it 's a myth and the endurance race and' official ambassador of the Turin Marathon.
Along with Andrea, Nerio only a month ago, he participated to 24 hours in Turin, and both have traveled 130km.Oggi are here with us for one of the toughest marathon 'famous in Italy.
The meeting and 'at the subway station Fermi (Collegno), then with a dedicated race, the Orcs down in the womb of Mother Earth.
on a train without a driver and the hope given to us by GTT through the speakers of the Metro, we slingshots to the heart of the city 'Savoy.
During the trip which will take us 'to the central station of Porta Nuova, do not talk of nothing but time, estimates of minutes per km ... Nerio advised us during the race, to ' floats head ' ... maybe that means the state of trans allows you to enter the mystical world where the effort does not exist ... at almost ecstatic enlightenment.
Nerio
mythical hero of many goals
Mille your experiences
Simple your spirit, your being
competitive.
Perhaps the continuous chase,
to float in your head
've reached the epitome of the race and you seems to me a
Monaco marathon
of the Buddhist Tendai sect. Perhaps
athlete in your life you've tasted the sweet feeling that
and 'enlightenment.
We get off at Porta Nuova and the city 'because of the blockade and traffic' without traffic, a real pleasure.
In Piazza Castello and 'the obligation of caffettino.
missing little more 'than 45 minutes at the start, we approprinquiamo to change and deliver the bags at the camp site Romano in Piazza del Duomo, which, with the commissioning of this morning has seen bidding farewell to Cardinal Poletto . The start
'arrived, Andrea reminds us that will try' to follow the balloons of 3.30, while Pino, Roberto, Mauro Gaspar and blue balloons of 4.00. At the start
very strong athletes, of all nationalities and the Africans can not miss: Kenyans, Ethiopians, Eritreans, Moroccans ....
Earth
hidden by black ribbons of asphalt
bitumen
quick trip
nellle
metropolis of men. For one day
owners
streets and valleys to break the
metropolitan city with thousands of soles
drumming with men from the Omo Valley
women from the banks of Donau
unison to challenge themselves
The rate of departure and 'bland, Andrea already lose it' as a po 'even before the first battery tambuireggiare hear music ... and' cause the noise of this instrument we accompegnera 'for the duration of the marathon . Ongoing
Cairoli's purposes Mauro Gaspar and go to hell ... and we lose them too. We are at
us force each other and I Roberts.
The clock is ticking on the roads that remind me of years past, every road is a link:
- current maximum and Valentino in my teens when I lived on a Ormea
- Corso Unita 'd'Italy, boy at the boarding school of the Fathers Somaschi
- Moncalieri where I attended the ITIS GB Pininfarina
We run at about 5 min with 40secondi per kilometer, as named Roberto, 'BLACK DEATH' below, aka the big group in the center with the blue balloons.
Once in Orbassano and the rest of the 21km we engage the group of 4 hours, maybe they can follow to the finish ..... a chimera. Even Roberto
finally is released and so far in 100metri each run on their own.
Bones clapping, marching tendons, muscles swell, lungs bled ....
try to move the necessary, not long strides, as a minimum. A
Gel helps me to prevent the crisis that will come for sure between 30 and 35 km.
From a hole in the ground, Rivalta, or perhaps from a bush piracanta Umberto comes out here.
Me all'impovviso I find them almost un'ologramma, with his green jacket looks like a goblin of the woods.
It 's a great pleasure to see him, he promised that he would accompany us for a piece of bitumen, and here it is accurate.
I cling to him physically, as if to drag me anything ... I do not stand up ... then ask him if he's not even that ... no food ... well I say I hold my bottle, and the need to please the little help porgimela ... otherwise we are to do '.
Umberto tells me that Andrea had not dared to follow very concentrated in the race and to keep the rhythm of the large group of fanatics of 3 hours and 30 minutes.
this morning had to be there but Henry of force majeure, a customer struggling with finzanza, did not allow him to be present.
Unlike Moncalieri, Orbassano, Rivalta, where we have literally made the holidays, Rivoli are now passing through a cold town, perhaps because
time now tarda.Sono fact about 12.30 pm and in Italy Sunday, a marathon or not, we cook and think about food. Here
Corso Francia a long straight towards the center of Turin, we meet many friends and acquaintances who are cheering for us.
's done, this straight through 5 municipalities, Torino, Grugliasco, Collegno, Rivoli, and' called Corso Francia since 'was the path that led from Turin on the outskirts of Rome at the time of Caesar was called to Avignon (AD Finis Cotii). Then the road continued to Exilles (Excingomagus) to the Susa Valley and crossing the Mont Cenis (Mons Matronae) and Montgenevre (Mons Cinerum) for France (Gaul).
Umberto leaves me in Cascine Vica at the entrance of the bypass, just after I reach Robert, who in the throes of a crisis, slowing his pace.
my part and the pace 'steady and I can quit 4ore6minuti. Certainly not a
Tempone, as they say in slang, but a result which, until recently hoped to achieve last-minute road being a marathon runner. Why
'so hard ?..... incastonarfe the pleasure of the words in this narrative, the friendship of the Orcs and the beautiful photos taken OntheRace.
forgot .... you arrive in Via Roma, Piazza Castello with the finish straight and the final strip between the Dioscuri Castor and Pollux, and 'was the realized dream of every runner in Piedmont.
photo: http://picasaweb.google.com/MUSIRUIS/20101114MaratonaDiTorino #
Tiffany Granath Herpes
Fojonco Strips (episode number 1)
public
In this post the first 3 bands that I did some years ago for a magazine. There are humor strips that had featuring a 3-legged prey drinking lambrusco. Find
label Fojonco a previous post that explains more about the history of my association with this magazine, collaboration lasted for 4 outputs. From now publish a weekly serials, made all the strips.
The first episode of today dates back to May of 2008.
PS I was still immature in design but are part of a pleasant memory 
public
In this post the first 3 bands that I did some years ago for a magazine. There are humor strips that had featuring a 3-legged prey drinking lambrusco. Find
label Fojonco a previous post that explains more about the history of my association with this magazine, collaboration lasted for 4 outputs. From now publish a weekly serials, made all the strips.
The first episode of today dates back to May of 2008.
PS I was still immature in design but are part of a pleasant memory
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Suction Cups For Plastic In Bathtub
Rocciamolle (character design French) Watercolor
Henry Neviani design and color. 
Henry Neviani design and color.
Detached Retina Following Cataract Surgery
November 14, 2010 November 7, 2010 Trail of Portofino
Orc Tale From Mauro.
Reflections of a mature trailer
Go to Portofino promontory of Portofino is how to take our lives back.
I find myself on the highway early in the morning, a dreary morning, he left Genoa with all its contrasts and especially with its absurdities. Perched, not the sea but on the hill.
Genoa and throughout Liguria are basically like this, a continuous up and down the mountains, the Apennines, barren mountains, wild and inhospitable., As we closed the Ligurian.
The sea is the rich, the others are all perched on a hill strip, a road cementified absurd from the years of incredible economic development.
Almost like China today, all films have already seen.
Overcome Nerves, arrived in Rapallo, the realm of speculation 60s. Rapallo but not remembered. I am in a reinforced concrete pipe along the river, houses on one side, an embankment on the other, frightening! So much for our beautiful Liguria, I changed my mind!
Finally I come out and start to climb towards Santa, above the rugged coastline and an impressive array of late nineteenth-century villas.
San Michele di Pagana me suddenly appears, begins the Promontory of Portofino and Santa Margaret, we are! By the Trail.
begins to rain, a drizzle of autumn, I look up to the mountain, shrouded in clouds and declared: at the top will be much worse!
As usual in these places the logistics are very complicated, but if it were not so we would not be in Liguria, on top of the valley parking, gym and locker rooms in the middle, Auditorium operations for inclusion in the Centre.
finally part, 500 Trailers complete with Chip and very well taken in parte.Se you are not deeply convinced not you go running in a day so bad.
Yet apart from the race and part of the movie of my life , constant ups and downs the steps of others.
Nozarego join him in a flash, like my childhood, to protect the family, and without difficulty.
leave the asphalt up the Ligurian crose old, from Crose not as rich in Genoa, but we always run and you get to Stones Holds on a track completely renovated. It has been nearly 45 minutes, but I find myself in a hostile environment, fog and poor visibility as you begin our journey by adults.
But in a moment begins to fall, here San Rocco at breakneck speed, beautiful, open visibility into the sea and towards the past.
I see myself when I was teenager go with their parents in San Rocco, of course! The trip out of town, too bad that did not match my expectations! We walk the path
balcony halfway up and before the junction for Punta Chiappa, we begin to climb. I see Camogli and youth with all his itches ...
But the path goes, I do not know if it's raining, but that did not interest me at all. Suddenly, to 480, the descent begins. First
dark, sad in the middle of the Mediterranean scrub but corribile.
After the forest thins out and begins the pavement. Terrible, slippery, but I find myself running to the abyss with a friend to talk about family and marriage and future children, his! Abbey Doria and San Fruttuoso , the scales of slate and stone arches, and finally the beach, I want to touch the sea! About 2 hours into the race. A reminder about the Christ of the Abyss Piazza De Ferrari a bit 'of years ago.
you climb up a very steep trail, always in the thick scrub and forest. Quote 280, starts the long traverse on the Cape, by the coast.
The view opens onto the Gulf, the sea is breaking on the rocks below, dominates unchallenged the arbutus. We are returning to Crose, this time with stairs, up and down. I would like to return home to my youth, but the end Crose and the asphalt begins: Help, we have to run seriously, Santa is waiting for us down there! I forgot the stopwatch, but this is up to the hard and the athletes.
Orc Tale From Mauro.
Reflections of a mature trailer
Go to Portofino promontory of Portofino is how to take our lives back.
I find myself on the highway early in the morning, a dreary morning, he left Genoa with all its contrasts and especially with its absurdities. Perched, not the sea but on the hill.
Genoa and throughout Liguria are basically like this, a continuous up and down the mountains, the Apennines, barren mountains, wild and inhospitable., As we closed the Ligurian.
The sea is the rich, the others are all perched on a hill strip, a road cementified absurd from the years of incredible economic development.
Almost like China today, all films have already seen.
Overcome Nerves, arrived in Rapallo, the realm of speculation 60s. Rapallo but not remembered. I am in a reinforced concrete pipe along the river, houses on one side, an embankment on the other, frightening! So much for our beautiful Liguria, I changed my mind!
Finally I come out and start to climb towards Santa, above the rugged coastline and an impressive array of late nineteenth-century villas.
San Michele di Pagana me suddenly appears, begins the Promontory of Portofino and Santa Margaret, we are! By the Trail.
begins to rain, a drizzle of autumn, I look up to the mountain, shrouded in clouds and declared: at the top will be much worse!
As usual in these places the logistics are very complicated, but if it were not so we would not be in Liguria, on top of the valley parking, gym and locker rooms in the middle, Auditorium operations for inclusion in the Centre.
finally part, 500 Trailers complete with Chip and very well taken in parte.Se you are not deeply convinced not you go running in a day so bad.
Yet apart from the race and part of the movie of my life , constant ups and downs the steps of others.
Nozarego join him in a flash, like my childhood, to protect the family, and without difficulty.
leave the asphalt up the Ligurian crose old, from Crose not as rich in Genoa, but we always run and you get to Stones Holds on a track completely renovated. It has been nearly 45 minutes, but I find myself in a hostile environment, fog and poor visibility as you begin our journey by adults.
But in a moment begins to fall, here San Rocco at breakneck speed, beautiful, open visibility into the sea and towards the past.
I see myself when I was teenager go with their parents in San Rocco, of course! The trip out of town, too bad that did not match my expectations! We walk the path
balcony halfway up and before the junction for Punta Chiappa, we begin to climb. I see Camogli and youth with all his itches ...
But the path goes, I do not know if it's raining, but that did not interest me at all. Suddenly, to 480, the descent begins. First
dark, sad in the middle of the Mediterranean scrub but corribile.
After the forest thins out and begins the pavement. Terrible, slippery, but I find myself running to the abyss with a friend to talk about family and marriage and future children, his! Abbey Doria and San Fruttuoso , the scales of slate and stone arches, and finally the beach, I want to touch the sea! About 2 hours into the race. A reminder about the Christ of the Abyss Piazza De Ferrari a bit 'of years ago.
you climb up a very steep trail, always in the thick scrub and forest. Quote 280, starts the long traverse on the Cape, by the coast.
The view opens onto the Gulf, the sea is breaking on the rocks below, dominates unchallenged the arbutus. We are returning to Crose, this time with stairs, up and down. I would like to return home to my youth, but the end Crose and the asphalt begins: Help, we have to run seriously, Santa is waiting for us down there! I forgot the stopwatch, but this is up to the hard and the athletes.
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