<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:49:24.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakes Corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1412</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111790306368019613</id><published>2005-06-04T18:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T18:37:43.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111790306368019613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111790306368019613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111790306368019613' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111780633083360840</id><published>2005-06-03T15:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T15:45:30.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tornati.Ma non ne siamo molto convinti.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111780633083360840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111780633083360840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780633083360840' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111718944821927076</id><published>2005-05-27T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:24:08.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Istantanea stampata nel cuore dei tuoi occhi mentre realizzavi che cos'era il tuo regalo.Certe volte davvero le parole non servono.E adesso zaino e borsa, 3 cose per uno e una settimana di sole, mare e noi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111718944821927076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111718944821927076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111718944821927076' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111711356243820630</id><published>2005-05-26T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:19:22.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ancora uno e ci siamo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111711356243820630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111711356243820630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711356243820630' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111701167796468890</id><published>2005-05-25T10:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:41:05.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nota! Questo post contiene riferimenti espliciti a Star Wars episodio III, leggete a vostro rischio e pericolo.Ho sempre guardato con un misto di simpatia e curiosita' a quelli che non hanno l'imprinting della sacra trilogia nel loro DNA. Di solito erano i primi a cui passavo il compito, perche' non potendo contare nella speranza di avere un cavaliere Jedi pronto a sacrificarsi per loro, dovevano</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111701167796468890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111701167796468890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111701167796468890' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111692718974723945</id><published>2005-05-24T11:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T11:33:09.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scary dayPrima la dichiarazione dei redditi e poi il lato oscuro della forza.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111692718974723945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111692718974723945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111692718974723945' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111686405559394775</id><published>2005-05-23T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:00:55.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rapidamente...Situazione cani: la Gina si e' mangiata le patate mentre eravamo tutti intenti a salutarci, l'Ari si e' messo a fumare.Cineserie: abbiamo recuperato una borsa Plada, magliette varie da Mao all'hard rock cafe' Bejing, una tazza con infusore e balsamo di tigre a profusione.Cibo: sempre troppo e buonissimo, ma per la dieta ci sara' tempo.Risate: tante, highlight speciale per la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111686405559394775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111686405559394775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111686405559394775' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111679805746933476</id><published>2005-05-22T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:40:57.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StaffettaRicevo da Kit e or ora rispondo...1. Volume totale dei file musicali20 Giga abbondanti sul poddino.2. L'ultimo CD che ho compratoEhm...greatest hits dei Bee Gees, adoro prepararmi per una serata cantando a sguarciagola Stayin' alive.3. Canzone che sta suonando oraNiente, ma c'è Boondock Saints in tv, quindi credo che tra poco ci sarà per casa una giga irlandese.4. cinque canzoni che </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111679805746933476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111679805746933476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111679805746933476' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111658858599429195</id><published>2005-05-20T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:29:46.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vedo la madonnina dalla finestra.Per come vanno le cose qui oggi, appellarsi a lei credo sia l'ultima possibilità rimasta.Brutta brutta aria.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111658858599429195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111658858599429195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111658858599429195' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111650225437209839</id><published>2005-05-19T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:32:27.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImprevistiVai a Milano domani senza passare dal via e senza ritirare le 20.000 lire.Visto che e' stato da poco il tuo compleanno, gli altri partecipanti al viaggio ti fanno un regalo e ti portano per tutto il weekend a casa D.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111650225437209839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111650225437209839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111650225437209839' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111632135482711007</id><published>2005-05-17T10:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T11:18:39.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Martedi e piove.Il che nel mio mondo perfetto dovrebbe tradursi in "girati dall'altra parte, abbraccialo e continua a dormire".Invece in piedi, colazione, traffico, pensieri, grigio in aumento, dentro e fuori.Poi incroci una voce che viene da lontano, dalla fine degli anni 70 e sembra che abbiano trovato l'interruttore.E fanculo le 6 ore al telefono che mi aspettano oggi, le foto in viola, le </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111632135482711007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111632135482711007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111632135482711007' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111627238638514579</id><published>2005-05-16T21:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:39:46.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New kid on the block</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111627238638514579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111627238638514579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111627238638514579' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111624402679159911</id><published>2005-05-16T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:47:06.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you are going to San Francisco......make sure you have some flowers in your head...e va bene.Ma magari anche un albergo  non farebbe male, perche' i fiori nei capelli sono carini, ma per dormire non sono il massimo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111624402679159911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111624402679159911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111624402679159911' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111623320782168652</id><published>2005-05-16T10:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:46:47.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho una mail, un post, un sms e una telefonata in draft, tutti a ph 1.Vado a prendermi un caffe', giusto per mantenere il giusto livello di tensione.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111623320782168652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111623320782168652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111623320782168652' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111617738588797341</id><published>2005-05-15T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:16:25.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Non mi sono persa.Ma ho rischiato di non tornare.Pensieri e sciopero.Attesa infinita a Linate, Cecchi Paone a dividere la fila di poltrone e Alvaro Vitali sullo stesso aereo.Un abbraccio ad aspettarmi e ancora parole.Breakfast [e non solo] in bed.La domanda del weekend è dove sono finite le mie mutande azzurre? ma la risposta non è poi così importante.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111617738588797341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111617738588797341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111617738588797341' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111580945437225047</id><published>2005-05-11T13:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:04:15.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arrivata a Linate ho il dubbio che qui si siano dimenticati di informare le autorita' competenti che e' primavera da un mese e mezzo.In compenso la ridente campagna bergamasca in cui mi aggirero' nei prossimi giorni e' verde e rigogliosa: io l'avevo vista solo in inverno e ho pensato per 3 volte di essermi persa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111580945437225047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111580945437225047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111580945437225047' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111562753076515190</id><published>2005-05-09T10:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:32:11.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Borgo, esterno giorno, ore 8:45.Usciamo dal portone di casa con priorita' massima caffeina.Con la coda dell'occhio inquadriamo una pattuglia di soldati nazisti che si allontana direzione piazza delle Vaschette.Dovrebbero impedire alle comparse delle fiction di allontanarsi dal set in orari in cui le mie sinapsi non sono ancora attive, indossando i costumi di scena.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111562753076515190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111562753076515190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111562753076515190' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111530539942894336</id><published>2005-05-05T16:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:03:19.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Metti un Tigre nel motoreLe melette di casa sono state dotate di nuovo sistema operativo. Sono ipnotizzata dai widgets, mi informo sull'ubicazione di trattorie vietnamite a Palo Alto per il solo gusto di vedere quanto e' figo il giochino.Forse dovrei smetterla o gli effetti depressivi dati dalla combinazione ufficio+PC si faranno insostenibili.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111530539942894336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111530539942894336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530539942894336' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111520134682180780</id><published>2005-05-04T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:09:06.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ieri interessante chiacchierata con una collega americana, in tour per l'Europa a caccia di nuove opportunita' per la sua area di responsabilita' globbbale.Quando ti arriva una mail con cotanta presentazione, come minimo ti aspetti uno squalo in tailleur, che termina almeno 10 dipendenti al giorno con i suoi tacchi a stiletto, invece mi sono trovata davanti una bella signorona da Houston-Texas [</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111520134682180780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111520134682180780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111520134682180780' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111513213563509868</id><published>2005-05-03T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:55:35.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho avuto una festa a sorpresa, con amici in attesa al ristorante che sono saltati fuori come per magia.Felice come una bimba, per le facce allegre intorno al tavolo, perche' ti sei ricordato che un sacco di tempo fa avevo detto che li avrei voluti tutti insieme per fare festa, perche' hai organizzato tutto e non mi hai detto niente, per un bel mucchio di libri das leggere, per una cavigliera con </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111513213563509868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111513213563509868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513213563509868' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111502253147471545</id><published>2005-05-02T10:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:28:51.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gallina vecchia fa buon brodoE cosi' diventano 32, mica roba da ridere.Sara' l'eta' o la vertigine di vedere la cifra diventare significativa, ma il giorno del compleanno si e' aperto con un crollo di zuccheri verso mezzanotte, sanato a forza di abbracci, del Mulino Bianco e umani, con i secondi nettamente piu' efficaci dei primi.Tecnicamente parlando, non credo ci siano crisi specifiche previste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111502253147471545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111502253147471545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111502253147471545' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111481540001429795</id><published>2005-04-30T00:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:56:40.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certe sere sono così perfette che torni a casa, fai zapping e trovi Strange days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111481540001429795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111481540001429795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111481540001429795' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111479321321121027</id><published>2005-04-29T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:46:53.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Più o meno due giorni dal compleanno.Modalità segugio on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111479321321121027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111479321321121027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111479321321121027' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111469175444751023</id><published>2005-04-28T14:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:35:54.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gli alberghi e in generale le case nordiche hanno i piumini.Quelli morbidi e bianchi, pochi fronzoli e piume d'oca.Vai a letto e ti senti in pace con il mondo, subito al caldo, avvolto per bene e protetto.Poi nel mezzo della notte la tragedia: ti svegli in un bagno di sudore, la coibentazione saltata completamente, il piumino in diagonale e parti assortite del corpo scoperte.A quel punto cerchi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111469175444751023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111469175444751023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111469175444751023' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111461031691671848</id><published>2005-04-27T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:58:36.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fenomenologia del collega stranieroMeeting, stanza piena, nazionalita' assortite.Francese -&gt; si alza, ti bacia, mirando subito all'angolo della bocca che non si mai, in fondo loro baciano alla francese mica per nienteAmericano -&gt; ti tira una pacca sulla spalla il cui effetto di solito dipende dalla mole del soggetto in questione, poi ti bacia sulle guance con entusiasmoSpagnolo -&gt; baci sulle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111461031691671848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111461031691671848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111461031691671848' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111450030966860664</id><published>2005-04-26T01:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:25:09.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piove a Francoforte e riconosco la citta' che ho visto tante volte: quella piena di sole e di colori di due settimane fa non mi e' familiare, non e' la mia Francoforte.Piove e mangio da sola in un ristorante in cui tutti ti sorridono e sono talmente giovani, perfetti, belli e cordiali da sembrare finti.Piove e guardo le gocce sul soffitto di vetro, attivo il codice internazionale che dice "non mi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111450030966860664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111450030966860664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111450030966860664' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111419254908915373</id><published>2005-04-22T19:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:55:49.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prima volta in una settimana che sono a casa a quest'ora.Stasera una bella cenetta e belle persone. Oh sì!Domani si prendono strade impervie e montane, per raggiungere l'altro lato dell'Italia e passare un po' di tempo con due soggetti spettacolari.E poi Germania di nuovo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111419254908915373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111419254908915373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111419254908915373' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111399942112128297</id><published>2005-04-20T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T14:17:01.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Habemus papamPrima benedizione Urbi et orbi in radio diffusione.Lungotevere al meglio delle sue possibilita'. Muro compatto di auto e anime.Quello nella macchina di fianco a me si fa il segno della croce.Dubito fortemente che si tratti di devozione.Il traffico romano richiede di raccomandarsi a qualche santo con cadenza chilometrica.Quello delle grandi occasioni necessita di appoggi seri in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111399942112128297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111399942112128297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111399942112128297' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111381482377427208</id><published>2005-04-18T10:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:00:23.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabato mattina, fermento e agitazione, matrimonio della cugina super poliziotta imminente.Come da tradizione, gara di eleganza tra i presenti in casa.Michael [anni 7] incrocia la zia Carmen [mia mamma ndr] che indossa una casacca di seta con le maniche a kimono. Sguardo perplesso.Zia Carmen, non puoi venire con quello [indica la casacca].Perche'?Perche' in chiesa non possono entrare i vampiri di </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111381482377427208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111381482377427208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111381482377427208' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111347971136582519</id><published>2005-04-14T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:55:11.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qualche punto millemiglia in più, un albergo di quelli seri, con accappatoi di spugna immensi, creme e cremine per tutti i gusti, una vista sul Reno mozzafiato e un buffet colazione allucinante [a parte omelletten mit peperonaten che il solo pensiero mi far sentire male].Eatdrinkmanwoman, asian tapas e strana sensazione nel rivedere gente che si accende la sigaretta al tavolo del </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111347971136582519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111347971136582519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111347971136582519' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111321173825682805</id><published>2005-04-11T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:28:58.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In partenza per la Germania, primo dei tre giri in terra teutonica che mi aspettano questo mese.Si prospettano due giorni in un castello dalle parti di Koenigstein, obiettivo dichiarato lavorare al piano per l'anno prossimo, mettendo una faccia di fianco ai nomi delle persone del gruppo. Come premesse:- conosco di persona solo il capo, che e' la copia sputata di Jimmy Sommerville [cfr. Bronsky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111321173825682805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111321173825682805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111321173825682805' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111315602131886158</id><published>2005-04-10T19:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:00:21.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnnuncioSe stai cercando un WESTFALIA in ottime condizioni appena revisionato, sempre tagliandato completo di tutti gli accessori e con gomme nuove e interni come nuovi,lascia informazioni nei commenti che il fratellino si sta vendendo il suo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111315602131886158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111315602131886158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111315602131886158' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111308400629204574</id><published>2005-04-09T23:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:00:06.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cappuccino-giornale-prove-due capitoli-giro in giro-aperitivo speciale-pizza-una serie di Friends-gelato al pistacchio dalla vaschetta-provaci ancora Sam-lenzuola blu e ideogrammi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111308400629204574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111308400629204574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111308400629204574' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111287618157477918</id><published>2005-04-07T13:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:16:21.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Borgo ha ripreso il suo aspetto normale.Cominciano ad arrivare i polacchi, ci sono transenne ovunque, si gira con la bolletta della luce in tasca per dimostrare di essere residenti e si gioca a chi riconosce piu' poliziotti in borghese [il trucco e' semplice: giubotttino multitasche stile pescatore, aria sovrappensiero e gruppo di almeno 5 persone].Il giornalaio, il barista e la signora del </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111287618157477918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111287618157477918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111287618157477918' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111277690296950345</id><published>2005-04-06T10:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T10:41:42.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right here, right nowAvete presente un muro di folla?Guardate fuori dalla mia porta adesso.Mik e' disperso, e' uscito a comprare le sigarette come nel piu' classico dei film americani :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111277690296950345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111277690296950345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111277690296950345' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111273616642544704</id><published>2005-04-05T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:22:46.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lasciando da parte il contenuto politico che sarà discusso altrove, credo che la puntata di Ballarò di questa sera potrà essere utilizzata come manuale di body language in un qualunque corso di comunicazione.Torno ad occuparmi della sola televisione di cui detengo il controllo, spengo e mi metto a leggere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111273616642544704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111273616642544704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111273616642544704' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111270735969820477</id><published>2005-04-05T15:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:22:39.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tutto normale qui, normale come una situazione in cui hai 500.000 persone in coda fuori dalla porta e di fianco a casa nella notte ti spunta un ospedale da campo.E il meglio deve ancora arrivare.Per il resto ieri sera abbiamo scovato un nuovo ristorante da tenere d'occhio, abbiamo fatto comunella con il tavolo di fianco, un duo madre-figlio da spettacolo. Lei greca in Italia da 30 anni, ingegnere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111270735969820477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111270735969820477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111270735969820477' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111256188640401322</id><published>2005-04-03T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:59:55.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Le vie del Signore...Dentro alla zona rossa non si passa e non si parcheggia.Signor Sulu, ci riporti a casa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111256188640401322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111256188640401322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111256188640401322' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111248907489558914</id><published>2005-04-03T02:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T02:44:34.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L'impressione è che stanotte qui sia il centro del mondo.Molto più di quanto lo sia negli altri giorni, e la sensazione è forte anche nei momenti normali.L'impressione è che nessuno abbia voluto mancare.Che ci abbia creduto o no.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111248907489558914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111248907489558914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111248907489558914' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111245609283768045</id><published>2005-04-02T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:34:52.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ancora sole, ancora ancora in casa a studiare.Siamo in una delle foto di piazza san Pietro pubblicate su Repubblica, riconoscibili da un giubotto bianco [io] e da una camminata cowboy [lui].</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111245609283768045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111245609283768045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111245609283768045' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111231064751080732</id><published>2005-04-01T01:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:14:21.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C'è giusto una ragazza che prega in modo evidente e un barbone all'altro lato della piazza con in mano un rosario.Tutto il resto sono trasmittenti e microfoni.Pare che a un certo punto sia apparso Alemanno e la giornalista che si allontana e mi sfiora al cameraman sta dicendo è stato bravissimo, ha anche pianto.La gente normale si guarda intorno, consapevole di essere nel mezzo di un momento di </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111231064751080732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111231064751080732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111231064751080732' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111230341088384226</id><published>2005-03-31T23:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:10:10.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Non so perchè, guardando RaiUno in questo preciso momento [ore 23:09] ho in mente un solo pensiero: asilo politico-Zapatero-via!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111230341088384226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111230341088384226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111230341088384226' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111227020641875143</id><published>2005-03-31T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:56:46.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vicini di casaRicavo il mio personale bollettino medico dal numero di furgoncini tv che stazionano in via permanente in fondo a via della Conciliazione.Da 3 giorni a questa parte sono in costante aumento.Sta cosa del sondino non deve essere risultata molto rassicurante, stamattina c'era, oltre ai soliti RAI/Mediaset, anche un certo assortimento di tv estere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111227020641875143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111227020641875143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111227020641875143' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111217067393961706</id><published>2005-03-30T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:17:53.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vertigo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111217067393961706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111217067393961706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111217067393961706' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111208351877492689</id><published>2005-03-29T09:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:05:18.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finisco un libro di Crumley che mi e' piaciuto proprio tanto, ne tiro fuori uno dalla libreria comprato almeno 3 mesi fa e sulla copertina la frasetta che c'e' sempre per dire quanto e' figo il libro l'ha scritta Crumley. Coincidenze.Mi sono rosolata al sole di una pasquetta finita troppo in fretta, studiando teorie di project management mentre il cane mi portava la pallina da lancio, tuo babbo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111208351877492689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111208351877492689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111208351877492689' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111165578384693300</id><published>2005-03-24T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:16:23.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E quindi...l'allegra multinazionale non verra' privata dell'onore di vedermi in giro per i suoi corridoi, niente lacrime e sangue, porte sbattute e uscite di fretta, ma un piano da attuare con i tempi e modi dovuti. A questo punto ho un credito con il capo e con il capo del capo, pronto per l'incasso, e la sicurezza di una proposta concreta da discutere a brevissimo. Ma soprattutto sto bene. E </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111165578384693300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111165578384693300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111165578384693300' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111158715829234550</id><published>2005-03-23T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:12:38.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tra meno di un'ora il faccia a faccia con il capo del capo, sul tavolo per la discussione quello che faro' da grande.C'e' un'offerta concreta e una situazione non facile, c'e' che non sono uno squalo e non sono capace di sbattere la porta e andarmene facendo terra bruciata.C'e' quella sensazione da momento importante che percepisci alla bocca dello stomaco, quella che ti fa anche un po' tremare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111158715829234550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111158715829234550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158715829234550' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111149693173781263</id><published>2005-03-22T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:08:51.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E' definitivamente primavera: addio alle calze e se poi mi viene il raffreddore poco male, il fascino aggiuntivo di uno stivale pelle su pelle fa si che ne valga la pena.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111149693173781263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111149693173781263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111149693173781263' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111141377887473780</id><published>2005-03-21T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:02:58.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cose da non fare per cominciare bene la settimana- rompere il parabrezza della macchina e scoprire che non si puo' riparare- finire il credito nel telefonino- lavorare su un progetto la cui responsabile conta i minuti che la separano dall'aereo per Sharm el Sheik [per la cronaca mancano meno di 300 minuti]- avere la scrivania d'angolo vicino alla finestra in una giornata con circa 25 gradi e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111141377887473780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111141377887473780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141377887473780' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111133343679327743</id><published>2005-03-20T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:43:56.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sign of the timesAlmeno 20 gradi fuori, sole splendente, negozi aperti.Sto studiando.Ho una pila di libri intonsi, un quaderno, biro e matite.Ho letto 3 pagine.Credo di essermi guadagnata la laurea con la raccolta punti del Mulino Bianco.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111133343679327743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111133343679327743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133343679327743' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111115304597501378</id><published>2005-03-18T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:37:25.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abbiamo appena ricevuto un invito online valido per un matrimonio in India il primo agosto.Meraviglie del lavoro in una multinazionale.</summary><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111114817064593005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111114817064593005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111114817064593005' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111091632856887107</id><published>2005-03-15T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:53:07.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tetti a TrasteverePassare una domenica pomeriggio in giro per Roma a caccia della zona perfetta in cui cercare casa permette anche di sognare un po', che così a occhio è l'unica cosa che non costa niente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111091632856887107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111091632856887107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111091632856887107' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111071290044343772</id><published>2005-03-13T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:21:40.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quello che siamo in una tazzina da caffè</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111071290044343772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111071290044343772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111071290044343772' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111040065629928762</id><published>2005-03-09T21:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:41:37.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spettacolo socialmente utileLavando i piatti seguo un po' di Juve-Real Madrid in attesa che comincino i Soprano: mai avrei pensato di ricevere lezioni di anatomia dal commentatore di Italia Uno, al massimo avrei detto Beckam vista la materia...fatto sta che l'arbitro zoppica e lui dice che il problema è al bicipite femorale, io ridacchio, lo sanno tutti che il bicipite è un muscolo del braccio e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111040065629928762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111040065629928762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111040065629928762' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111029533213160269</id><published>2005-03-08T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:26:40.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E anche: 4 compleanni [i pesci spopolano in famiglia], i primi passi di Febe, una nuova casa da inventare [secondo me devi cambiare il termo in sala], piadina con lo squaqquerone, parole e voglia di abbracciarti forte, MMS al risveglio e mi sei mancato da matti, aperitivo con Enri [vodka prima di pranzo per mantenere la tradizione...ma la vecchiaia si sente, non ho piu' il fisico :)], </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111029533213160269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111029533213160269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029533213160269' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111028739623309410</id><published>2005-03-08T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:09:56.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In treno domenica mattina avevo progettato di dormire, musica nelle orecchie a mitigare almeno un po' la scomodita' mortale dei sedili dell'Eurostar e invece ho parlato quasi ininterrottamente, di pizza, di shopping, di come si vive con gli americani sotto casa, di Islam e cristianesimo, di quello che costa la benzina, di poligamia, di politica italiana e internazionale. E' quello che succede se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111028739623309410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111028739623309410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111028739623309410' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-111006543238060205</id><published>2005-03-06T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:30:32.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sembra ancora ancora più piccolo del solito Ciampi con le mani appoggiate a quella bara e fa tenerezza Scolari che tiene in mano la busta delle lastre di Giuliana Sgrena, come farebbe il compagno di ogni donna che entra in ospedale.Una giornata intera di domande e di teorie che lasciano il freddo addosso, la stessa sensazione che si infila sotto il cappotto ogni volta che passi sul binario uno in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111006543238060205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/111006543238060205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111006543238060205' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110984503203541277</id><published>2005-03-03T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:17:12.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iPod anti-noia, una voce che e' una carezza, ricordi di un film visto per la prima volta su un divano in zona Corvetto e poi altre mille volte ancora.Quedate aquien mis brazosquedate aquipara mi,y no me digas que me amasno me digas que me adorasdime solo que te quedasuna vida junto a millevame por allillevame en tus anzias a un lugardonde ya no tenga que jurardonde ya no tenga que mentirdonde </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110984503203541277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110984503203541277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110984503203541277' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110984469003161032</id><published>2005-03-03T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:11:30.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Di corsa, sveglia all'alba, latte e biscotti per il malato, cappuccino trangugiato che dalle 9 la mia macchina sara' una fuori legge in targa dispari, capo meccanico con sorrisone [ci prova anche a questo giro], tergicristallo ko, gia' che ci siamo anche tagliando, autobus, versione tascabile de L'ombra dello scorpione che pesa piu' della Treccani gorgeous edition, altro autobus, posto libero, </summary><link 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veline/vallette e simili, ndr] sia assortita di una bionda e una mora?E' una domanda stupida, ma del resto faccio parte di una generazione il cui maggior quesito adolescenziale/esistenziale e' stato sapere chi ha ucciso Laura Palmer, quindi poche storie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110976163930303306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110976163930303306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110976163930303306' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110966939136977667</id><published>2005-03-01T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:30:25.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C'e qualcosa di leggermente inquietante nel rileggere L'ombra dello scorpione mentre fai da calorifero umano per un esserino febbricitante e starnutente...ma anche una tenerezza infinita nel vederlo addormentarsi mentre lo accarezzi piano.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110966939136977667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110966939136977667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110966939136977667' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110960442444118516</id><published>2005-02-28T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:27:04.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando il gioco si fa duro...La mia annosa questione con la stradale di Firenze rischia seriamente di finire per avvocati. La vedo veramente nera. Anzi no, sono incazzata nera.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110960442444118516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110960442444118516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960442444118516' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110942184605190457</id><published>2005-02-26T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T13:44:06.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody loves a happy endingSono circondata dai Tears for fears.Su Capital, in Donnie Darko, sull'iPod.I miei compagni [maschi] di liceo mi hanno regalato il CD del loro greatest hits alla fine della quarta, per ringraziarmi della quantità di compiti di matematica e latino che avevo passato.Ma per me loro sono i miei 16 anni e Stefano di Cremona, che andava in mountain bike e guardava le stelle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110942184605190457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110942184605190457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110942184605190457' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110919713563170870</id><published>2005-02-23T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:18:55.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ciao Perry, mi mancherai piccolo micio rosso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110919713563170870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110919713563170870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110919713563170870' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110917181836547735</id><published>2005-02-23T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:16:58.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TeasingSe quattro addetti ai lavori della tv sono riusciti a far parlare del Cervia, ce la possiamo fare anche noi.Gli elementi ci sono tutti: calcio, location esotica, personaggi carismatici e talento.Potenza di 5 cervelli riuniti, di tanta birra e della bellezza di una serata che prometteva cose strane e invece e' stata straordinariamente semplice. E anche vagamente folle.Seguiranno </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110917181836547735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110917181836547735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110917181836547735' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110916390036465499</id><published>2005-02-23T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:05:00.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Il mio fascino e' in declino o i miei due di picche si ricordano anche a distanzaE' da queste parti un collega con cui ho lavorato qualche anno fa, passato alla storia come uno dei tentativi di intorto piu' aggressivi mai registrati in zona ufficio. Altrettanto epocale fu il due di picche conseguente, azione e reazione devono essere commisurati.Fatto sta che ci siamo incrociati questa mattina nel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110916390036465499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110916390036465499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916390036465499' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110915094911825779</id><published>2005-02-23T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:29:09.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Il trend della settimana e' la citta' imbiancata.Roma si adegua, mettendo in campo i suoi potenti mezzi.Sul Lungotevere si scatena la furia degli elementi e grandina per 20 minuti.Adesso splende il sole, ma questa citta' ama le sortite scenografiche [fosse Bologna direi che e' un filino sborona :)].</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110915094911825779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110915094911825779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110915094911825779' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110899071125888039</id><published>2005-02-21T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:58:31.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se verso le 4 sentite un tonfo, non pensate al terremoto, a un attacco kamikaze o a una  valanga.Sara' solo il mio capo che dalla Germania cade tramortito, dopo essere stato messo a parte dei miei travolgenti piani per il futuro.Con buona pace del teutonico aplomb.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110899071125888039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110899071125888039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110899071125888039' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110891754590276932</id><published>2005-02-20T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:40:23.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpigolatureLeggendo della nascita del terzo figlio di Beckam e Posh Spice mi sono resa conto che la scienza in ambito medico ha fatto passi da gigante: il padre estasiato ha infatti dichiarato che il neonato Cruz è bellissimo [ma questo più o meno lo dicono tutti i neo-padri] e ha le labbra e il naso della mamma. Vista questa somiglanza, mi inchino di fronte al primo caso di chirurgia estetica </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110891754590276932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110891754590276932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110891754590276932' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110873479814791223</id><published>2005-02-18T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T14:53:18.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Priorita'Devo fare la spesa da una settimana: Stephen Hawking sta pensando di riscrivere le sue teorie sul cosmo, e in particolare sui buchi neri, dopo aver aperto il nostro frigo.Pero'.Lunedi, martedi e mercoledi sono uscita dall'ufficio in orari in cui gli unici ancora disponibili a vendere qualcosa sono spacciatori.Ieri avrei fatto in tempo, ma c'erano le targhe alterne e autobus e spesa non </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110873479814791223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110873479814791223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873479814791223' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110865747408123792</id><published>2005-02-17T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:48:25.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ci cascano sempre.La faccia d'angelo ha avuto anche oggi il suo tributo.E alla fine della mia sessione, i complimenti di una serie di alti papaveri, sorpresi dalla capacita' di gestire in modo efficace un'audience complessa e un progetto enorme, pur indossando cachemere, longuette e tacchi a stiletto in acciaio.Il meglio pero' e' stato il direttore delle vendite dell'allegra multinazionale che mi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110865747408123792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110865747408123792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865747408123792' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110865188143790544</id><published>2005-02-17T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T15:51:21.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At your service miladyLungotevere in una mattina qualunque di traffico, macchine incastrate a sfidare il principio di incomprimibilita' dei corpi, rassegnazione sul volto in attesa del prossimo verde.Scooterista.Idiota.Cerca di passare dove non passerebbe nemmeno un bambino di 2 anni in triciclo.Motorino contro paraurti anteriore.Della mia macchina.Si volta, controlla che il suo catorcio sia a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110865188143790544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110865188143790544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865188143790544' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110845995532486678</id><published>2005-02-15T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T10:32:35.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to dismantle an atomic bombIstruzioni disponibili presso lo stadio Olimpico, Roma, il 23 luglio 2005, tribuna Monte Mario, posti 24 e 25.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110845995532486678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110845995532486678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110845995532486678' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110837362605347842</id><published>2005-02-14T10:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:33:46.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TrilogyHo fatto come diceva la pubblicita'.Gli ho fatto sapere che era il primo dei miei desideri, informandolo anche con un po' di anticipo rispetto a san Valentino.E lui lo ha capito.Cosi' ho avuto quello che volevo.In edizione limitata.Trilogy.Terminator 1, 2, 3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110837362605347842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110837362605347842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110837362605347842' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110795606441822298</id><published>2005-02-09T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T14:34:24.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ops!La cattiva notizia e' che mi si e' appena dimessa la super capa, la buona notizia e' che il suo posto adesso e' vacante :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110795606441822298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110795606441822298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110795606441822298' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110794732351187269</id><published>2005-02-09T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T12:08:43.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notizie di famigliaPer la nonna e' in preparazione un nuovo bisnipote, data prevista fine settembre. Io continuo a non c'entrare niente, mio fratello nemmeno, quindi cugino Marco strikes back. Visto il risultato spettacolare ottenuto con la prima, non che resta che attendere pazientemente!Cugina (anzi seconda cugina) Laura si sposera' ad aprile. Mi invita al matrimonio, specificando che sara' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110794732351187269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110794732351187269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110794732351187269' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110790239945201866</id><published>2005-02-08T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:39:59.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rientrare a casa e farsi avvolgere dalla voce calda di Chris Isaak che ti ricorda what a wicked game you played.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110790239945201866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110790239945201866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110790239945201866' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110787971233280661</id><published>2005-02-08T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:21:52.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si salvi chi puo'I cacciatori di teste sono in giro, ma non quelli che vogliono a tutti i costi portarti via dal terribile mondo in cui lavori, per proporti spiagge assolate, colleghi fighissimi e ambiente di lavoro senza problemi.I cacciatori di teste che sono in giro sono quelli con il macete e lo sguardo assassino: il progetto fa acqua da tutte le parti e loro sono la prima naturale </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110787971233280661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110787971233280661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110787971233280661' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110777315110466035</id><published>2005-02-07T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:45:51.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Precious little angelTake a look at what you've doneWell I thought my time was overBut it's only just begunPrecious little angelYou're my own sweet turtle doveWon't you stay with us for everIn a bundle full of loveI was lost until you camePrecious little angelWon't you spread your light on meI was locked up in the darknessNow you've come to set me freeI was covered up with sadnessI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110777315110466035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110777315110466035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110777315110466035' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110776509999793756</id><published>2005-02-07T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:31:39.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finalmente la veritàEcco che cosa c'era dietro allo scandalo della tetta di fuori di Janet Jackson allo scorso Superbowl...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110776509999793756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110776509999793756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110776509999793756' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110771528736521623</id><published>2005-02-06T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:47:58.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ce le ho tutte!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110771528736521623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110771528736521623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110771528736521623' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110769767523426050</id><published>2005-02-06T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T14:51:58.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GradiscaIn un momento in cui una casa in via del Pratello a Bologna mi attira più di una a via Ottaviano a Roma e l'idea dei colli romagnoli o della cascina da risistemare di fronte a casa della nonna torna sempre più spesso, trovare Amarcord su SKY sembra un segno del destino.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110769767523426050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110769767523426050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110769767523426050' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110751528566519140</id><published>2005-02-04T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T13:37:00.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men at work feat. RomaLungotevere, altezza via della Lungara: set cinematografico, ambientazione palesemente estiva, comparse raggrinzite dal freddo e regista con colbacco su sedia hollywoodiana.Accademia dei Lincei, banda dei Carabinieri in alta uniforme che scende dal pullman, si incammina e gia' che c'e' scalda gli strumenti.Viale Trastevere, il solito gladiatore che aspetta l'otto alla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110751528566519140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110751528566519140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110751528566519140' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110745614611067330</id><published>2005-02-03T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:42:26.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sai che cosa penso, che se non ha un senso, domani arrivera' lo stessoAncora qui, mentre la vicina di ufficio ha deciso che la discografia completa degli Evanescence va tenuta a palla per fare a gara con l'aspirapolvere [dalle 7pm l'allegra multinazionale e' sotto coprifuoco, terra di nessuno in mano alle cooperative delle pulizie/servizi vari]. Diciamo che i rumori che producono raggiungono piu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110745614611067330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110745614611067330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110745614611067330' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110742449912877978</id><published>2005-02-03T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T10:54:59.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LussiAvere una collega che cucina divinamente e che per il giovedi' grasso [oggi!] porta in ufficio una quantita' di sfrappole [qui le chiamano frappe] imbarazzante.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110742449912877978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110742449912877978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110742449912877978' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110735864855709555</id><published>2005-02-02T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:37:28.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bolli e balzelliPare certo che da giugno i bolli sui passaporti aumenteranno.L'ingegnere previdente sta quindi ben pensando di bollare i passaporti prima che l'oneroso balzello venga ulteriormente inasprito, onde non bruciarsi il travolgente aumento di stipendio che i recenti sgravi fiscali hanno prodotto [leggere con aria estremamente ironica, n.d.r.].Trattandosi pero' di un ingegnere con una</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110735864855709555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110735864855709555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110735864855709555' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110735243356724269</id><published>2005-02-02T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T14:53:53.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GrazieCi sono libri piccoli, che si ricavano un posto d'onore sullo scaffale.Ci sono libri che senti tuoi nella pancia, perche' le passioni e le storie che raccontano si condividono con emozioni di pancia.Ci sono libri come questo Casino totale che non hanno copertine ammiccanti, promoter scafati e servizi ai tg, ma ti restano dentro molto piu' che grandiose scemenze stile Codice da Vinci </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110735243356724269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110735243356724269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110735243356724269' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110724991072581857</id><published>2005-02-01T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T10:25:10.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Purple rainIl viola delle banconate da 500 euro si adatta perfettamente al mio look di oggi.Credo di doverle davvero rivalutare.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110724991072581857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110724991072581857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110724991072581857' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110710343574606209</id><published>2005-01-30T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:43:55.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E se sei fortunata, alla tv trovi anche un Batman di Tim Burton [gli altri non hanno ragione d'essere] a fare da sottofondo in un pomeriggio con pranzo alle 4, disegni e thé mela e cannella.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110710343574606209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110710343574606209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110710343574606209' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110710259605060537</id><published>2005-01-30T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:29:56.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because the night belongs to loversBecause the night belongs to us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110710259605060537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110710259605060537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110710259605060537' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110699698371631276</id><published>2005-01-29T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T15:48:42.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A MilanoFaceva meno freddo che a Roma.Ho avuto il dubbio che le milanesi vadano tutte dallo stesso parrucchiere a farsi le meches o il colore [rosso].Ho incontrato gente per bene anche se io ero lì per fare un lavoro schifoso.Ho preso il thé e l'aperitivo.Sono stata da Tommy perchè mi serviva aria di casa.Ho ringraziato mentalmente per tutta la cena chi mi ha consigliato di andare alla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110699698371631276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110699698371631276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110699698371631276' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110657255117089957</id><published>2005-01-24T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:15:51.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sapessi come e' strano......lavorare tutta la settimana...a Milano.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110657255117089957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110657255117089957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657255117089957' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110641310844283805</id><published>2005-01-22T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T18:04:00.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In nomen omenQuando eravamo piccoli il babbo ci raccontava sempre che il suo nome era pieno di storia, di gloria, che lo avevano portato uomini che si erano distinti per il loro valore e le loro imprese.Così abbiamo sentito mille volte il racconto dell'ingegno di un condottiero romano che per sconfiggere i cartaginesi si inventa i rostri e lo stupore dei nemici e dei romani stessi fu così </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110641310844283805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110641310844283805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110641310844283805' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110631258041744527</id><published>2005-01-21T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:03:00.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E siccome...La prossima settimana sara' schifosamente allucinante, oggi pomeriggio faccio quello che mi pare, quindi esco alle 3, vado allo Sheraton a ritirare i biglietti per la California, torno a casa, ma soprattutto mi faccio un giro a caccia di scarpe con il Gatto e poi comincio un weekend in cui l'obiettivo sara' una quantita' industriale di coccole.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110631258041744527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110631258041744527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110631258041744527' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110613193665835123</id><published>2005-01-19T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T11:52:16.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a small worldSuccede che diluvia, che la pizzeria di fiducia e' inaspettatamente chiusa per ferie e che avessimo notato una potenziale nuova tappa da aggiungere al nostro giro da pensionati tuttoaquattropassidacasa, ma del resto se si vive al centro del mondo...Se passate da Borgo, cercate su borgo Pio una porticina piccola, niente insegne, solo il cartello Slow Food (quello con la lumaca)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110613193665835123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110613193665835123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110613193665835123' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110605491207184008</id><published>2005-01-18T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T14:28:32.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forse non tutti sanno che/ecchissenefregaOggi sono esattamente 6 anni che vivo a Roma.</summary><link rel='edit' 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salsiccia, far rosolare e poi aggiungere il pomodoro e preparare una pentola di ragu'.Che adesso bolle piano sul fuoco.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110596689823808465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110596689823808465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110596689823808465' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110595560529236955</id><published>2005-01-17T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T10:54:19.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Easy like a sunday afternoonSole delle grandi occasioni, alla faccia di Veltroni che interrompe in anticipo il blocco, si esce, giro classico casa-Castel Sant'Angelo - via del Governo Vecchio - piazza Navona - Pantheon - piazza Sant'Ignazio - via dell'Umilta' - danni.In giro c'era un po' di tutto, le domeniche ecologiche scatenano strani istinti, compresa voglia di bicicletta in soggetti </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110595560529236955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110595560529236955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110595560529236955' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177954.post-110563340833120374</id><published>2005-01-13T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:41:42.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QuindiLa presentazione al nuovo capo europeo e' andata bene, il progetto gli e' piaciuto e vuole farlo diventare una leggenda metropolitana [perche' e' questo che sono i progetti che vengono assunti nell'olimpo dei business cases di cui si parla nelle  global meeting riunioni globali...]Ritengo quindi piu' che giustificato l'esborso sostenuto ieri per un tailleur che ha il suo perche' [anche se</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110563340833120374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177954/posts/default/110563340833120374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakescorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110563340833120374' title=''/><author><name>Cri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798200799451989779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
