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The end of the story, after a thousand vicissitudes, RadioNation has accepted the sixth episode of Sorry, you have a fazzolettino?. Now, imagine a Nemo shocked by a 9-hour journey by train and a Occhidaorientale overworked by the weight of responsibility (and will never end to thank you for what you did yesterday, while I was on the train). In short, is coming off a bet after all fun, with the two conductors that carbon slowly but, by late evening, were so uninhibited not ask any more limits. Moments topical: the Bible translated into Neapolitan with reading live and greets Daniele Silvestri. The podcast can be found here, as always.
The appointment is for Wednesday, May 28 at 22, always on Radionation1. The IRC channel, where you can interact with us, is # radionation1. For everything else, there are always contact our gmail (scusahaiunfazzolettino@gmail.com) and skype (scusahaiunfazzolettino).

BEIJING - It 's up to 12,000 deaths the death toll of the earthquake that struck western China yesterday, especially the region of Sichuan. The authorities' Chinese do not hide that this figure and 'will increase because' thousands of people are scattered or buried under the rubble (Ansa.it).
No damage to buildings that will host the Olympics.

Well, now that we are all more peaceful ...

Update: the first news on the TG3, saw the earthquake affected the south-western China. Ho said.

Here serve one of those rooms aseptic: white walls, blue vinyl floor, a blackboard, a cabinet gray and anonymous, a fortnight of white chairs arranged in a circle. Serve one of those unbearable odors, typical of the hospital or centers of analysis. Serve a psychologist and brutticella quite frustrated. Serve a diverse group of people linked only by a defect, all accommodate heavily on chairs arranged in a circle.
After that, I could get up beautifully and, with her eyes fixed on an unspecified floor, I could exclaim (with little desire to do so, however):
"Hello ... My name is Antonio."
A chorus overwhelmed me.
"Ciaaao, Antonio."
And I continue, contemptuous of the ridiculous:
"... And I have a problem."
The psychologist I set with the same look that reserve each day to eat a sandwich that table:
"We are here for this, Antonio."
When I say my name, the crowd accent. She does it on purpose, to make me understand that my previous sentence is almost as obvious that I call Antonio twenty-five years. But I do not follow and I will not be starting a needless controversy.
"Well ... two days do not just eat and gulp."
My friends therapy, until then positioned with the chin resting on her chest, turn your head shooting in my direction. For some fraction of a second, my mind sharp in the scene of a dozen elephants lazy from the sun that is turning toward me. The wrinkles of the neck is twisted and my companions of misfortune is rocking on chairs, starting to laugh. The first was a laughing fat, one of those laughs that exude fat particles. He began to sneer, then moves tastes of a laugh. Then jams, cough and, while trying to reappropriate its own laugh, almost spiral. Another requires carburetor but as soon as the march gears, it is a pleasure to see him laugh. I feel like a fuscello of ficus benjamina among a group of sequoias. Laugh, shake the branches, leaving it on chairs and I worry: two or three of them will be very difficult to rebound, they fall on the floor. A mixture of nausea and sweeps me happiness. So now they come out from this room believing much more fat than you actually are not, but happy to have spent a good half hour to laugh taste of its defects.
The psychologist is holding the soul.
"Antonio, you have a serious problem for which you want to talk?"
The watch, watch the salah Ilaria, flexes muscles and are in a vacuum:
"Yes. I eat a lot and not fattening. "
Odo few hiccups. Two sentences are enough to make them move from happiness to despair. I feel a monster.

Post twinned with this here.

A lazy afternoon of the beginning of April, two lazy bloggers who delirium on the phone.
Suddenly, the idea: "We have to do radio."
Then things happened in a hurry son: laughter, delays, pizzas transgenic animals with two legs and tree-men, news improbable songs and trash. All friends and friends, all for fun and entertain. A simple name, funny, vaguely allusive. Because we are so and so is our "transmission" (that big words!). And it is exactly what we will continue to be.
After a month of delusions and landed in RadioNation.
Change our home but we, along with you, cazzeggioni ever.

Sorry, you have a fazzolettino?
With Nemo and Occhidaorientale.
From Wednesday, May 14 (every 15 days), with 22 out Radionation 1.

Hey, you ... reader bored!
I know, I know ... I'm not writing anymore, I became boring, but I do not think the radio (sic!), The shot me too, etc etc ... Well, now, thanks to the Great Contest "The release of writer, you can temporarily enter the drafting of nemoblog.org (currently consisting of three members: me, myself and myself) and take in hand the situation. To participate, simply comment on this post proposing the title of an upcoming post. Bada well: only the title. Among the many (?) Securities offered, it will be chosen 3 which, in a short time, become real post.
And not all the 3 winners will receive a bannerino be shown on your blog, because they have participated fully in the release of the writer. Venghino, siori, venghino ... Rich and cotillons prizes!

Update
As recently are a lot rincoglionito and fuorifase, I forgot to tell you that the competition will expire at 24:00 of May 14. Just a few days of waiting, so ...

So I here because we understand each time.
So basically because my mac has nothing to be done the night that convert an audio file of one hour and a half and load it on the Internet. Both because I council listen to this podcast. Then you see a po 'you. I sleep in the meantime ...

"The reason for us to the foot of a wall and leaves us there. I think the last resort is amazing: we should not ever tire of trying a moment of astonished in front of those things that seem obvious, the sound of his voice, the grain of a film, the stars that fall night in San Lorenzo. "
(Luca Goldoni, life beasts)

You, men dressed in red ... you who keep printed on the chest the words "Save the children" ... you who, at Metro, we plated relentless, we exclude from our body el'agognata sliding door ... you who biascicate sentences garbled, barely audible between the rattle of wagons ... you who, in my humble opinion, take high doses of Nitrous oxide to be always so cheerful and pain in the ass ... so that you almost physically barred people but to arrange un'inconsapevole firmetta more.
I am starting a petition so that the cause of Save the children can be carried out by people less troublesome and more affable, so that the banquets are placed in the most appropriate information for serious and responsible, so children need to know they can count on an organization that does not put in the subway, but living among the people, in broad daylight. It 'also a question of image.

© rohaberl

The slow intake of medicines had not done nothing but further debilitated. The active aspirin now lined the walls of my stomach, corrode and erode the mangiucchiando the eatable. Then I happened between bugiardino the hands of the infamous drug and rischiai half infarction. I read a sort of bubble in the brain, one of those very serious contraindications to think that good can not think exist. And I was reminded that, if I had diagnosed such a disaster, I would have done the suitcase calmly, I would have called you and I have proposed to leave for France. Starting without knowing when to return. Starting book without any return ticket. And I was fairly certain that she would not I said no.
I was tempted to gulp of aspirin.