Chi sono
I thought I was someone else, someone good.
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As I checked my blog today, I realised that my usual self, peeping from behind a black polo neck, has disappeared, having been replaced by a huge awful "Photobucket you account is inactive blah blah".
So, for the moment, I switched to this template (I really do not know how to customise templates, so for now this is all you get), but I guess this was a reminder that yes I still have a blog and that perhaps I should be posting a bit more often than I have done in the past...erm...six months!
Thanks to those of you who have still bothered to drop by, every now and then! I shall be back soon, this time I mean it!
So, for the moment, I switched to this template (I really do not know how to customise templates, so for now this is all you get), but I guess this was a reminder that yes I still have a blog and that perhaps I should be posting a bit more often than I have done in the past...erm...six months!
Thanks to those of you who have still bothered to drop by, every now and then! I shall be back soon, this time I mean it!
Coco Avant Chanel
Exterior, full daylight. Audrey Tautou, alias Coco, promenades along a beach, and observing the ladies surrounding her, points out that one 'has taken out her silverware', another's dress 'makes her look like she's going to split in two', and finally concludes that 'they all look like they're wearing meringues on their heads'.
Odeon Covent Garden, on a Saturday afternoon. Both C., on my left, and B., on my right, will later admit that they were reminded of me when watching this scene.
All the catching up another time- whenever that is.
Odeon Covent Garden, on a Saturday afternoon. Both C., on my left, and B., on my right, will later admit that they were reminded of me when watching this scene.
All the catching up another time- whenever that is.
Repeat After Me...
I am younger than you
I am taller than you
I am skinnier than you
I am prettier than you
And quite likely to be more intelligent as well.
All I really need is self confidence!
Repeat repeat repeat, Chiara...
I am taller than you
I am skinnier than you
I am prettier than you
And quite likely to be more intelligent as well.
All I really need is self confidence!
Repeat repeat repeat, Chiara...
Today's Google
Happy 250th, Kew Gardens!Little Miss Polemic is back
There are many things I cannot stand; among these, I suppose 'ignorance' ranks high on the list.
Whilst I might excuse people for not knowing things, what really gets me annoyed is when someone, not knowing something, decides to either pretend they do know or, even worse, dismiss such thing as unimportant. That, to me, is more of a sign of ignorance than the actual fact of not knowing.
It is in this spirit that I write this morning, for *someone*, all wrapped up and proud of her immense culture, academic approach to life and PhD title, decided to give all of us misfortunate fellow breakfast-eaters an insight into the Encyclopedia Britannica.
Among the misfortunate audience was someone who, perhaps noting my presence, remarked how Jorge Luis Borges often refers to the Encyclopedia Britannica, so we started talking about how several of his short stories refer to the encyclopedia or the issue of classification and similar themes.
The very intelligent *someone*, Borges not being included in her almost all-encompassing culture, decided to ask, somehow mockingly "What, did he write about people who were desperatley looking up for things in the encyclopedia?!?".
Say whatever you want. Say that I am short-tempered, intolerant, or that I've taken this personally because I'm half Argentinian, and you'll probably be right, too- but to dismiss Borges as 'someone who wrote about people who desperately looked up for things in the encyclopedia' is a little too much for me. For a split second, the thought of calling her 'idiot' crossed my mind.
Especially afterwards, when hearing about Borges's blindness, she found nothing better to say than "What? He was blind and was a writer??"
Perhpas blind people aren't capable of putting words together?
And then, wasn't Beethoven deaf and a composer? Don't certain people have a degree and remain stupid?
Bottom line is, education and ignorance aren't polar opposites after all. And possibly, try not to talk shit all the time.
Whilst I might excuse people for not knowing things, what really gets me annoyed is when someone, not knowing something, decides to either pretend they do know or, even worse, dismiss such thing as unimportant. That, to me, is more of a sign of ignorance than the actual fact of not knowing.
It is in this spirit that I write this morning, for *someone*, all wrapped up and proud of her immense culture, academic approach to life and PhD title, decided to give all of us misfortunate fellow breakfast-eaters an insight into the Encyclopedia Britannica.
Among the misfortunate audience was someone who, perhaps noting my presence, remarked how Jorge Luis Borges often refers to the Encyclopedia Britannica, so we started talking about how several of his short stories refer to the encyclopedia or the issue of classification and similar themes.
The very intelligent *someone*, Borges not being included in her almost all-encompassing culture, decided to ask, somehow mockingly "What, did he write about people who were desperatley looking up for things in the encyclopedia?!?".
Say whatever you want. Say that I am short-tempered, intolerant, or that I've taken this personally because I'm half Argentinian, and you'll probably be right, too- but to dismiss Borges as 'someone who wrote about people who desperately looked up for things in the encyclopedia' is a little too much for me. For a split second, the thought of calling her 'idiot' crossed my mind.
Especially afterwards, when hearing about Borges's blindness, she found nothing better to say than "What? He was blind and was a writer??"
Perhpas blind people aren't capable of putting words together?
And then, wasn't Beethoven deaf and a composer? Don't certain people have a degree and remain stupid?
Bottom line is, education and ignorance aren't polar opposites after all. And possibly, try not to talk shit all the time.
It could only rain on the first day back- and my mood couldn't be worse.
I am taking part in a workshop that so far has been as useful as knowing the exact amount of hair I have on my scalp- apart that I could have carried out this investigation in the comfort of my own room rather than in a freezing studio.
My mum's phone call and the Google-Samuel Morse logo have probably been the highlight of my day so far- hope yours is going better.
I am taking part in a workshop that so far has been as useful as knowing the exact amount of hair I have on my scalp- apart that I could have carried out this investigation in the comfort of my own room rather than in a freezing studio.
My mum's phone call and the Google-Samuel Morse logo have probably been the highlight of my day so far- hope yours is going better.
me, me, me...
Hello everyone, and thanks for bothering to check this page from time to time!
I’ll spare you yet another apology for not posting and I guess I’ll move on to saying what I have been up to in the last month or so….Ready?
- I’ve written three amazingly interesting essays (you bet), for a total amount of 12000 words- 2 x 3000, both based on films (XXY and Caramel just in case you were interested) and a wonderful six thousand words rant on why I hate the British Museum (not exactly the argument, but that was the hidden agenda). This effort has definitely taken its toll on my sanity.
- I went home for some days, and discovered that I have “a diplomatic attitude, so very typical of the English, and put on a very nice face to then s***w up people when they least expect it”- of the kind “Eravamo rurali e non lo sapevamo”.[i] On the up side, I won’t have to read shit poems for a while.
- I have seen Two Lovers, Avant Que J’Oublie (Before I Forget- I also met the director of this one), Le Fils de l’Epicier (The Grocer’s Son)- very different from one another but equally worth seeing, in my humble opinion.
- I have had a haircut for free, and I’m so very happy with the result! And I got lots of positive feedback too!
- I have become increasingly obsessed with CSS- how can you not love a band that’s called ‘I got tired of being sexy’?
- I thought a lot (please don’t be sarcastic) considered many things, reflected about choices I have made and came to the conclusion that ‘I should make the most of it, and once I’m finished I can do what I want”
- I’ve got a ticket to see Brian on May 12th, and I already know I’ll turn into my 16-years-old kind of idiotic self again! (Briiiiiiannnn!!! I looooove youuu!- you get the idea.) At least I’ve got a better haircut now.
I am sure I am forgetting lots of things, and to be honest this update is rather miserable. My next deadline is around May 20th- that’s when my presentation for my practical work will be. But I should be here sooner than that, inshallah.
Hope you’re all well.
x
[i] “Eravamo rurali e non lo sapevamo” literally means “We were rurals and we didn’t know it”. I used it here because not only because this is possibly the first time ever someone describes me as ‘typically British’, but also because I think that anybody who says that I am diplomatic doesn’t have a clue about who I am. Not that I despise being diplomatic, mind you- but it’s just like saying that Berlusconi is ‘kind of a communist’, if you see what I mean.
“Eravamo rurali e non lo sapevamo” originally comes from a joke that my Dad finds particularly amusing.
Happy Spring!!
As usual, I couldn't miss an occasion to post a Google logo! I found it on Google on March 20th and if you like the illustration I suggest you get Eric Carle's book The Very Hungry Caterpillar (the caterpillar was 40 on March 20th, which I guess is why Google made it coincide with Spring day).Also Happy Persian New Year!
I celebrated all these festivities by shopping for basic pieces for spring. The list was as follows
-dark blue skinny jeans
-white short-sleeved non see-through T-shirt
-Black, round toe, plain ballet shoes (typical Topshop)
Let's forget the fact that I came home with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a navy polo, a printed top and a new cellphone...Can anybody tell me why I see amazingly perfect black, plain, round toe leather ballet shoes in Topshop literally every time I go there and the day I deliberately set out to buy them they are just nowhere to be found? Why? Why? WHY???
I'll conclude this absolutely gripping entry (I know you were all dying to know my shopping hydiosynchrasies) with today's words of wisdom:
"All Saints' dresses are one of the reasons why I should graduate*"
*so I could wear one of their amazing pieces at the Private View!ahahahah!
St. Patrick's Day
Happy St. Patrick's and don't get too wasted!I will post at some point- sorry for being so slack!
update
For those of you who were wondering, yes, I'm still alive...
Mood is swinging as usual, that's no news.
Have seen some films and was close to a claustrophobic attack in the weekend (this will be the subject of my next entry as *someone* told me he misses the rants). Also I have chosen the subjects for next year, they will be The Moving Image and Philosophy And...
I always thought I'd take Sites of Memory, and then I didn't choose it, and now I wonder if I should have done so. Anyway it's too late now.
What really really excites me is that as I am writing, my friend Nika and her BF are getting to the airport...they'll be coming to London for a week, so I'm looking forward to seeing them and having some nice times in town- gives me an excuse to go to places I love, "for mere 'tourist guide' purposes", right!
À plus tard!
Mood is swinging as usual, that's no news.
Have seen some films and was close to a claustrophobic attack in the weekend (this will be the subject of my next entry as *someone* told me he misses the rants). Also I have chosen the subjects for next year, they will be The Moving Image and Philosophy And...
I always thought I'd take Sites of Memory, and then I didn't choose it, and now I wonder if I should have done so. Anyway it's too late now.
What really really excites me is that as I am writing, my friend Nika and her BF are getting to the airport...they'll be coming to London for a week, so I'm looking forward to seeing them and having some nice times in town- gives me an excuse to go to places I love, "for mere 'tourist guide' purposes", right!
À plus tard!
