Monday, December 24, 2007

Mexicanas Famosas Singando

Merry Christmas!

Happy birthday, boys and girls!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Can Herpes Be On Hands

FUCK


Fuck the prof. bitch, bitch, bitch, I had cut the examination ...
Fuck the nice editor of the sun, heart, love ... And fuck
to 7 years of bad luck that I pulled behind a mirror cracking two days ago ...

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Pokemon Soulsilver When Pikachu Learns Irontail

dream or are awake? One topic leads to another

How about, we conclude the post about our dear Sigmund Freud?
my part ... and yes from you?

(... and quietly wait for your answer ...)
(... actually, I take the time we were making to respond to offer two tracks for the dream.
The first is about a true story dreamlike, strange character and epic, contextualized in the Second World War, the tragedy of death camps: the song is Frank Sinatra and is called The Egypt.









The second track is more of a daydream, with strong pedagogical value. The song is very beautiful and intense and Roberta Flack is titled Dream boy dream. Since I have problems with the mp3 in question, here's a video with music and lyrics!


)

Well, now that I have answered all, we are talking about a very important aspect of Freud's psychoanalytic method, a method that you treat at the end but that it should be placed at the beginning of his clinical work, or within two years 1899 to 1900.
1899 because it is the actual date of writing of a text considered the text of Freud's opus, or The Interpretation of Dreams;
since 1900 is the date on which it is scheduled the release of this paper to signify the value truly epochal of his intuitions.

What these insights, then?
If you remember, we talked about in the first post, the dream is one of those elements through which the unconscious expresses itself, the dream, in fact, is nothing but the manifestation of our unconscious desires, that is all that we desire (related the large spectrum of the two basic instincts, Eros and tanathos) positive and negative. It is clear that
what we desire can not always express themselves: some things might be kind of anti-social, immoral or other nature as totally unacceptable from our unconscious.
But we, I remain, remember the dreams. So, what we remember what we dream?
Dreams, in summary, are two aspects:
  • hidden or concealed - that is the real dream, those who perhaps do not even have clear dimensions to us but which clearly have the power to drive down the desire to fully express;
  • posters - that is the dream I remember is that actually we tell our friends, relatives and, in the case report, the analyst.

What creates this difference? And as we can remember what real dream, it's so inconsistent with our daily lives?
On the one hand, that is what makes manifest the hidden dream, we have the function of censorship of the ego that, as the protagonist of our mental life, remains the most negative and unbearable we experience in our dreams, and filtered, sends it to the awareness alert. On the other hand, however, the dream, in its being told, the story follows the five criteria that make the dream narrative as we all know to be. These criteria are:
  1. condensation
  2. the Move
  3. symbolization
  4. dramatization
  5. Representation opposites.

Condensation narrated concerning that aspect of the dream that all other factors or circumstances pertaining to any particular feeling or emotion being expressed through the use of a single figure that holds the same emotional charge. This process can also be reversed by an element in most aspects of this.
Displacement is that particular aspect of the dream that moves the attention that we are referring to individual aspects of the story to other aspects within the dream itself.
Symbolization is the use of symbols, or physical signs that we, by convention and agreement, we give special meanings. Remember the dream in bed class of women at work?
drama and the narrative technique that uses the same dream of increasing emotional strain on the events recounted, a case is the volume of urine in the dream that increases caregiver distress, and ultimately awaken the dreamer, or the same carer. The opposite is
representation to the contrary instead of telling the dream dreamed. The dream told of the proximity of a person can instead be dreamed the dream of his deprivation and lack.

That said, I commend you and I entrust myself to Morpheus and greet you!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Give Scorpio Man Space



I felt something in my stomach. I ignored him by keeping busy with other chores. After
some day I realized that this thing had spread throughout the stomach.
It did not hurt, it was just very annoying.
I wondered what could be and I found no answer, so I started doing other things. But this thing I
corroded grew bigger every day, I was digging, I suffer not let me sleep.
always win in the end I won or fatigue, or just overcame my ability to think about anything else.
I slept like a baby at night, dreaming of fairy tales with a happy ending, saying that until we have believed there was hope that they were real.
One morning I awoke, I felt something strange in his chest.
I stood in silence, almost without breathing. And I
realized that she came up to them.
had settled all around the organ (which name escapes me now), what is at the center of everything. What makes you
-tum and die if it stops beating.
scratch.
consumed.
digging. How
rust. Like the rust
rough that slowly eats everything.
It makes it more brittle.
I thought of going to the doctor, tell him of my problem, let me do the analysis of radiographs.
But imagining the phrase "Doctor, I have rust in my stomach" I realized that maybe it was nothing treatable with medications.
I started doing other things.
This is the remedy pending the remedy.
ignore it.
Pretend it does not exist.
Occasionally, however, in the days to follow (and I'm afraid in the future) a few drops of rain fell on us, nourishing.
happens when I sit down, I light up a cigarette, and I try to empty from it all.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Is Pooping A Lot An Indication Of Pregnancy?



not come in threes, they say the plumbers in Paris ... but we that much more modestly, studied psychology and pedagogy of the Nobel Prize in that we can safely recite that "there is a free two"! We speak of course of topical
of Sigmund Freud. Those tripartite character dimensional that we have already noted in previous posts when we talked about first topic.


What changed in our little head of Freud to renew the system of Topica? He shot the year 1922 (was 1922 Serena, as rightly pointed also several books about it ... my mistake for which I apologize) and Freud, he published The id and the ego, but short essay that turns a complex bit 'of things that had already been devastating for the culture of half of Europe.
It was in fact re-evaluated the sharp division between the departments of psychology founding the first topic, giving a new value to the unconscious that it is no longer characterized in optical descriptive is also mentioned as an instance latent status conscious, and as always, influencing any of our social activities, we are much more consciously aware (conscious or unconscious?) than it seems. This renewed
unconscious, as the previous full of basic drives (eros and tanathos) of material removed and layered past, also is charged with a sense of instinct we share with most of the animal world, will be called ES. The old
aware that you will certainly not retired, renamed and I will give him the great task of being the protagonist (knowingly or not) of the psychic life of every human being, it has the task of living so as to activate defense mechanisms.
And I'm so in full disclosure but are constrained (fortunately for us) from a third instance, a character legal, ethical and moral value- called superego, it is nothing but the interiorization in our heteronomous conscience of all those elements that guide our actions, by the laws of the commandments, the value of respect, good education and so on.
id, ego and superego thus form the second topic , or a second tripartite psychic but can also touch the personality of man as living in society.

of great theoretical value is also the theory, related to the genesis of the application forming the second topic, the psychosexual development of the child who, with Freud, and became an angel loses its connotation be polymorphous and perverse .
Shapeshifter because it takes several different forms, different ways to outsource its growth sepsso factors related to body; perverse because in growing, always use the part that will give him great pleasure, a pleasure, however ancestral very different from what we experience we adults.
Five stages erogenous zones galore, development tasks important here is the ingredients for a healthy and proper growth of any psycho-sexual person. But we go into detail:
  1. Oral Stage (0-1 years) - The erogenous zone is the mouth (lips and tongue) and the task of development is the weaning. Understand how well your child to grow up immediately enter into contact with the mother's womb and brought to the mouth to know any object;
  2. Anal Stage (2-3 years) - The anus is the erogenous zone (with its mucous membranes) and the task of development is represented in bowel control. Knowing how to handle the needs associated with production of feces and images directly to a growth in social perspective and responsibility of the child;
  3. phallic stage (4-5 years) - The erogenous zone is the genital and the task of developing is resolution of the Oedipus Complex (see the textbook on this). It happens at this stage the full acceptance of family roles as related primarily to the affection (the parent of the opposite sex) or tied to the authority / respect (parent of the same sex). Here is the concrete reality principle already introduced in the first year of life and property is a significant moral conscience;
  4. latency period (6-11 years) - In this phase there is a specific erogenous zone and even there is a substantial reduction in sexual urges. The child does indeed need time to restructure the earlier stages and activate, as the task of development, defense mechanisms ;
  5. genital phase (12-18 years) - the area is that of the genitals and erogenza the task of development is reaching a mature sexuality. Do not you just get a first typing sexual already found in the phallic phase, but serves discover their gender (social issues) as well as their sex (organic matter), your object of sexual desire and to establish stable and meaningful ties with the person who is chosen .

scratch away the conclusion of Freud, a post only tied to the dreams ... and just dreaming, I salute you!

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Riddling Rack For Red Wine




last vacation photos !!!!!
It's a little 'strange, with the cold he does see us in short sleeves and shorts ....
Excuse too short, but I promise that soon I will return the verbose that!




Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Gruman Canoe Replacement Parts




They're like you want me to love you like I've never loved
I am the only one who can understand
everything you need to understand you.
Maybe if you kissed me you would understand better than

maybe I'm the one who you can love
not you see I'm very close to you.
And you do not know how well I gave you and do not know what love

wasted waiting in silence that you notice me
to understand what you already know that

are like me you want me
as you want.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Pokemon Emerald Gpsphone .cht Files

Exist Only people I looked

People do not know where to go.
But facing the problem.

for the first time I spoke with Jehovah's Witnesses, a woman and a girl who wanted to convince me that know what it's called the one who created us to be an issue on which to question and worry.
I told him that if there is way too big for us small men.
"We're too small"
I told him so.
"And you want to know who it is that drives us? "
" I think it's a useless thing "
talked a little ', then my friend who was tired to be there to listen to his leave.
I lit a cigarette.

During the afternoon I drank a lot, more of a Calabrian bitter that reminded me of a more delicious alcohol.
I tried to take a twenty-one Florentine without success.
really do not liked to be stepping on your foot and sing the yodel.
embarrassing text messages I sent to a friend, shortly after forgetting to have written them.
I pretended to be sober in front of the mother of my friend, I believe, with poor results.
And I fell asleep watching the first Hercules, commenting on the loss of quality Disney cartoon, and how they were scribbled over the contours and backgrounds such as paintings.
I dreamed every single hair of that girl high, sad eyes of twenty-one, hands tight on the pencil violently girl with glasses, wearing red nail polish worn the blonde haired boy shoes of blacks and his attitude clear, the thin lips and teeth of small blond boy, the boy's half-closed eyes of my friend, the eye of his mother while he showed me his watercolors, the soothing calm of his stepfather and their two gazes crossed, television and rustling noise.

The next day we went to the center along, reading the horoscope useless the City and Metro.
the Academy of Art was the place where I stay.
strange but I felt I was perfectly at ease.
We met with the guys who were at the party the day before and without alcohol, music and euphoria were all less sociable and kind.
Other than that I wanted to take, which offered me a Lucky Strike from fumarmi after the devastating coffee machine.

courtroom graphics shortly after I ran, shouting "Storm has run mad."
Storm is a professor with long white hair, the clear eyes and skin artificially tanned.
I returned to the station and sat down to wait for my train that seemed never to arrive.

People were running frantic.
worried.
spoke.
smoked.
ate.
drank.
The girl next to me was all this together.
risked killing Japanese Some guys running on the shiny floor, not to miss the train.
A pigeon came in peak close to me, slipping on the marble acrobatically red. I trotted
trolley rolling back and forth.
Other people got up alarmed at every listing.

They had removed the signs of bread love and health. I

against the sun.
People were moving shadows.

The voices of the people.

The looks of the people.

The feet of people.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Tech Deck Skatepark Ideas

haired Anna O.

What binds a woman (and stop immediately with the puns!) More than men, doctors and scientists, in a direct line with the actual discovery of his most intimate (I said it ...) and more pertaining to sexuality (this time you spent ... the limit!)?


If behind every man there's always a woman behind Anna O., Bertha Pappenheim, there are three, as I recall. The first, without knowing it, gave the next two luminaries, the method of studying this type of disease, known as hysteria, without resorting to multiple etiologies and healing practices of organic mold : we are speaking of the outstanding Dr. Jean-Martin Charcot , neurologist and director of the hospice Salpêtrière in Paris, the latter actively contributed, through his famous hypnotic method, to open wide, in the person in analysis, part of the universe hidden state of alert and impassable because of conscious resistance. Through hypnosis, Charcot was it the bridge of communication between Freud, he trainee, and Breuer, then tutor of our Sigmund.
The same woman described above, in fact, was treated by the method of hypnotic Joseph Breuer, who, during a session, he faced a kind of self-healing function from a discomfort associated with hysteria, or from ' rabies patient who showed the following, as she herself admits in hypnosis, a vision of unpleasant (a dog with a nasty lady companion in a drinking glass on the table, the horror!). This reminiscence suggests a discomfort with Breuer as organic-functional could be caused by something happened in the past and, once made and presented this as a purification, analyst at the altar, resolved at its best. Was inaugurated as the cathartic method because they wanted to purify the person from what you might be uncomfortable in the past of his experience.
far Freud was watching (I said stop the puns ...). Decided to intervene because it involved the same Breuer (...) that was in difficulty because of 'excessive courage of dear Anna O. that, to quote the Roman Shagged to handcuff .
Sigmund Freud, who saw the birthplace of Freiberg, in Moravia, in 1856, he began to understand something. Meanwhile, not only did purify the past, but fully in contact and do not lick it to clean it, but to solve it, then wondered where the could be placed on these memories or traumatic events. Finally, this strange attaccamenento the patient to the analyst, was not only normal but also essential in the treatment of mental illness.
We're talking about the genesis of the concept of transfers, or transfer of the ambivalence contained in the psyche of the patient (the patient in this case) to the analyst, who becomes psychical representative outside in the great theater of the psychological conflict between patients.

Freud then reverses the cathartic-hypnotic method in accordance with another method called psychoanalytic method that is essentially based on the rejection of hypnosis as a method to render quiet hearing, by virtue of the interview, simple, direct, continuous and convenient because they experienced on a couch.
There remains the question of events in the past. What are they? Where am I? Above all, how the hell we ended up at these events where yet to be defined?
Yes ladies and gentlemen, we are talking about the famous topical approach of Freud (and stop, you are great!).
events that we, at the stage of development, we feel uncomfortable, dangerous, harmful, ambivalent (because these events could also be positive, shapes, sensations) is moved through defense mechanisms, in that great receptacle called otherwise unconscious .
course are in good company because, along with them, there are also those basic instincts, which are useful later on, of 'eros and tanathos and a past that could be called stratified.
What is your relationship with the unconscious but our men to be aware that they live? From what we see in disease
say problematic, yet in first topic Freudian conscious and unconscious seem to be widely separated from each other and communicate only asymmetrically: the unconscious conscious may remove those elements about which we spoke, leaving the unconscious look out, through perceptions and feelings, just a few small items from inside. It will be the preconscious to provide these elements critical for the action of the conscious and active.
To understand what this system of perception, sensation, for example, by what is obvious can generate a mental illness are not fully removed or that the repressed returns in a latent state in preconscious, or the world famous slip (substitutions or omissions-verbal behavior), particular attention should be paid free association, or the connections between past events and the present moment or the constants in the language clinical report, and dreams in which Freud will pay a basic text for all 'Interpretation of Dreams of 1899 will match the official birth of psychoanalysis.

summing up for the honors of the news you need to know something by heart :
The first topic was proposed by Freud is a tripartite division of the human psyche structured in conscious, unconscious and preconscious . A

early for the second topic and other nice little thing;)

Monday, November 12, 2007

Images Of Brazilian Women




But it's the ?!?!?!!?!?
The Frastupida celebrates 25 years ?????
Happy Birthday!!

Pinewood Derby Dune Buggy Templates



... There is no way this house feels like you
And hear your footsteps and I'm better at every step and every
look outside I lose interest
And this scares

so afraid Afraid of feeling good
mistake of choosing and
But what makes me feel good are you love ...

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Trading Pokémon Rom Mac

smile

Last night I dreamed myself.
I looked from the outside.
I was a stranger who looked to be Nuke the not too distant.
I wonder who I could be ...
I know, but as someone else may know.
I was on the walls of Lucca, with a large tree with red leaves on my shoulders.
I laughed and I had my gloves on the bum, I held a cigarette between his fingers craftsmanship. The
when I was shooting someone, probably me, made me laugh.
Then I laughed as he shook the map between the fingers, the tobacco which was in danger of slipping down.
I like it.
I admired the way she smiles and I did joy and warmth.
Maybe I looked through the eyes of a boy in love with me.
Perhaps I was an admirer of old.

I think about it sometimes. A
how my body will change over time. A
like me will notice one day finding an old photo of me on the walls of Lucca with the curls in the wind and a cigarette between his fingers.

I think the picture of my grandfather in the study: an enlargement of my grandmother at twenty, a swimsuit and a big old straw hat.
was beautiful.
The grandmother did not want to keep her.
When he goes to dust, I know, looks and sighs.
Then back to the kitchen and watch me and my cousin that we fight.
and smiles. He pretends
to scold me because I'm too jealous of a monster than three years, but then me all won, as if I were the real girl.
preparing meals for my mom and his brothers.

I will have children?
Sometimes I think about it.
Not that I have to hurry, I'm 24.
I wonder if I have simply never.
I'd like.

Many people believe that I would be a good mother, because I live in a world of my own, because it tells stories, because I'm the nanny of two children who I adore, because I'm patient and I draw.
So they say.

I entered the life of the mother, upsetting, when she was only 18 years, recently completed.
Six years ago I was 18.
six years ago.

I always thought I had a child very soon, perhaps convinced that it was hereditary.
But it is not.
Well luckily for now.
I'm not ready for a child now.
I sometimes forget to feed my cat.
are messy and clumsy.
glad I do not cook.
are too independent to start a family.
I just wonder if I will ever have of their children.
Sooner or later.

I've always said that if in 30 years I have not found the man of my life I alone.
try a smart guy, handsome (according to my personal tax), with big kind eyes and healthy.
And I have a son by him.
does not matter that he knows.
'm not one of those women who like to fit men.

The Nuke of 2013 just wants to have a baby to raise, because she thinks that being a parent is just 30 years.

Men have two ways of looking at things.
Some think that the child is an advanced form of a white spit in a black hole.
Others think that it is the fruit of their seed.
Both are right. You can find
agree with and disagree with one another, but we must recognize the right of both.
course hope to see copies of the second category.
But it is said that raising a child with one of them.

Last night I dreamed myself.
I had a cigarette between his fingers and laughed.
Yet it was one of the saddest dream I've ever done.


Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Salary For Civil Engineers With Mba

Home For Imaginary Friends Nuke

The real coffee in the morning, the luggage in the middle of the room, having to climb over each time, my teddy bear holding hot pink shokking to someone who is not me, toothbrushes in the bathroom , liquids and containers for the lenses to the pulp industrial quantities, taralli, tequila, the quiche, beer and good weird, the weird car, curls, good cheese, the streets of Lucca, his hands in his pockets, shoes walking nearby, wigs, trains, machines of snacks, magic wands, books, good music, lots of chairs, my blue tablecloth, glasses, smoked a cigarette on the balcony even if it's cold, the cat with the boots, the belt of my new coat, a scarf crippled, open doors The bathroom always busy, eyes, laugh, sing silly songs to loop, flashbacks, beautiful and extravagant cars full, knees nearby, talking to looks, smile, always know, understand and stay close, weaving his fingers, photographs, details, people, cosplayer, gravel, laddered stockings, trees on fire, lessons in diction, Drug, cold, heat unlikely, turtleneck sweaters, chapped lips, new tastes, smells, gloves healers, a house ghost, throwing them face down on the grass, run, do not think ...
not think ...
not think ...

Madonna's silence tonight.

I have a huge house. I
spaces are suddenly wide.
The silence that I liked so much, and when I moved, now it's just sad.
I expect a few seconds the other extraneous noise.
someone who snores.
Someone who calls me.
"Nuuuukeeee ... you can come a moment?"
And I pretended to reluctantly get up from the sofa bed open and flooded with blankets. While
tikkettano someone's fingers on the keyboard in the air and you hear music that is in my computer but never listen.
Now the sofa bed is closed.
It's just a blue sofa with pillows blue.
Blue ...
I'm sitting in the chair with his legs crossed and stare at the blank page of your notebook from yesterday.
Trying to put on paper that Lucca Comics and Games Duemilaessette.
You can not.
I'm not good with words, I get along better with the drawings.
And even with those I find myself in trouble ...

Imaginary Friends keep you from going crazy.
Imaginary Friends are the most powerful medicine against the routine and the loneliness and sadness.
But imaginary friends are nothing more than ...
When they become real is another story ...
That warmth you feel in the middle chest can not draw.
When you look someone in the eye and we see the calm of a child ...
When you look someone in the eye and you see a storm at sea that can not find peace, but for a moment, albeit brief stops ...
When you look someone in the eye again and everything else fades and you become the air, earth, fire, water, everything together in a single sigh ...
are things you can not draw.
I'm not capable.
Even though I badly need ...

In recent days a great person said that art is art if it was born of necessity. Otherwise it's just a matter of doing something.
He also says that we are the puppet masters of ourselves. That our thread make a crazy ride, and then pass on the clouds descend to the foot.

I have never been of this opinion. In these days
.
Maybe I've never been the same as me now.
Maybe it was the need to introduce people to the Nuke - - -
people ...

are my imaginary friends.
having to see back in the package has done more harm than anything else.
Why did not believe that true happiness that only the pure utopian one, could exist.
And I never imagined that it was painful.


Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Buying Soma Online Legit

CIAK ... Action!

now conclude the posts on our beloved (?) Immanuel Kant with his work of 1788, otherwise known as Critique of Practical Reason .
What does the title with the text in question and especially with the argument that, with fear and worry, you are going to read?


After the usual image, I can answer you;)

In the last lesson we defined CRPR a reason for action . Film not obvious, but what is the taste of the metaphor. The term appears again
reason And this does mean that every departure must have the noumenal world as a beginning because, let's remember the CRP, we must always try to find something that is Universal and Necessary .
But Kant does not stop the noumenal world, or makes a criticism that goes exclusively to question the rules of our moral knowledge, we must not make a Critique of Pure Reason, Practical!
serves, therefore, something that is really practical or, to quote the philosopher of Königsberg, is not so much a moral metaphysics, as a moral linked to a thinking man, although finished. What does, however
the thinking man? The beautiful statue? No, of course ... The thinking man acts, moves and behaves in a certain way. The action then that philosophy is not so much to investigate the what action (the practical act in itself) but because the a person acts or intentions related to a single will. The
CRPR is thus a reason for the action of a person who is finished, or that there are limits, of boundaries: we think of mortality, as well as the instincts that make us not be so good, but to the world around us with whom you relate.
So what? Let's Hermits or bears, far from everything and everyone, and we remain as we are finished and then we will never ever be morally perfect?
.... No! The
morality, in fact, is closely connected (almost say the same thing) with the 'unconditioned , or with the possibility of being released from the bonds that bring us into trouble or so or absolute, tucking their sleeves, it is for us the task of de-conditioning . So we understand that it is not mere animals (with all due respect) but in most of them have the freedom , which for Kant is actually the first postulate of Life Ethics because it allows men to self-determination , occupying a place in society ethically priority. Obviously it is necessary that we all must be free and this can only be the case. Morality must therefore have a universal character and necessary.
Now, as if it were a game, try to reconstruct the period that I wrote from the end, or from the universal and necessary, while maintaining the original meaning and given the answer by writing it in the comments. Vale opinion as written!

Summing up, morality tells us how must act and we will suggest how we comportaci. Who wins? Vince
the relationship between reason (noumenal world) and sensitivity (phenomenal world), which won the duty, which is (coincidentally) become more and more equality with the will, with the goal of morality . The cocktail
Will & Duty generates two branches that have a subjective value, the other objective. Subjectivity is called Summary and is a little 'the motto of our day when we get up. Can apply only for us, certainly not for everyone.
The objective of this cocktail is found in so-called imperatives (etymologically: control) that instructed about how to behave a or with a hypothetical initial premise leading to the established order or absolutely.
imperatives may well be: hypothetical (expressed by the formula If ... then you : If you want to take a good mark then I study) or categorical (expressed by the formula Devi: Devi stamp the ticket on the bus).
not enough, however, a third example is represented by the imperatives of High (these, however, to the objective character) or formulations (sentences) that slowly lead the person with the ever present end of CRPR or moral autonomy. There are three
, a critic and by that extrapolated from the other two FMC and say this:
  1. Act so that the maxim of thy will can always rely on the same time as the principle of universal legislation

  2. Act so as to treat humanity, whether in your person and in that of any other, always as an end and never simply as a means

  3. The will, according to the maximum, can consider itself as simultaneously universal legislator

Not bad, eh? The first
shows us as all our actions must start from a maximum so our will (our thought) but this, to have objective value, should be placed as a universal law, like law applies to everyone. Do a little 'you what would happen if one thinks to do evil ... therefore, the most evil one might think, for Kant, not do it! The second
the revolution see the figure of humanity (and therefore of themselves) that goes from being just a means by which to achieve the goals, often dirty at the end of it, or the common good, the good humanity. The third
, synthesis of moral autonomy, shows us how we should be a strong identity between my maximum and that in me becomes universal law: there is no need for division or external entities. I have everything inside of me, freedom, duty and universal law: I have the moral autonomy. I myself became
legislator of morality.

as Kant has made another revolution: after that knowledge, with the 'I think I has also revolutionized the man putting the moral capacity autolegiferarsi in a universal and necessary.

If all this may seem utopian (and perhaps it is, but you do not say that around me said) always remember the value of education, or a ' art because it enables man to improve always, always, always ......

Palpitations With Chest Ache

boy Discipline, discipline!

Who has had the fortune (?) To assist the small group therapy that the class very kindly addressed by listening to a poor and voiceless professor (me, of course) has to understand what love Kant when he speaks of the discipline as a conditio sine qua non for a culture and a moral conscience that slowly takes in the formation of a person.


Let's step back though. Why talk about discipline? What is conscience? Who is talking about this?
The soggettone in question is, of course, Kant, and yes, the same Kant who martyred our cognitive ability and that, with these last two posts (the second will be on the Critique of Practical Reason), will conclude his spiritual presence in my explanations, leaving room for other educators. We
in 1803, some students decide to collect the notes of his explanations as creating a pamphlet that will be submitted for the approval of Kant. These will make small changes and it is published. Exit then Uber Pädagogik , which we translated as The Pedagogy .
There are no huge innovations, it should be said at once. But Kant in this little book makes a confirmation and a summary of the ideas expressed in his previous great work that is Cirtica of Practical Reason.
The goal is the same, in fact: the 'moral autonomy .
How to get there though? How to make the child when he grew up and trained, know how to find itself in the laws that regulate its proper action? How to ensure that the person is educated legislator of his own morality?
as a kind of halo, here then connect to some branches of education, that list here for convenience of presentation:

  • Pedagogy is or physical or practice, or cover or simply exit behavior is instinct with the care of the case that you should ask him (in the case of physical education) or has an interest of the student's personality, his attitudes and the conditions ( is the case with the practice);

  • pedagogy unfolds through a process of education going to try three aspects of culture: the first, strongly linked to the school or the relationship between teacher and learner in a climate of teaching, often catechetical , the second to the ball and then pragmatic matter for the field of prudence, conduct initial a tutor or a parent can give, and last but not last , the sphere of morality with the aim of forming a moral conscience .

  • Pedagogy toddler in 'heteronomy , entrusting its ability regulate or tutor or external rules and laws, then necessarily become Autonomous ;

  • Components of the educational philosophy behind pedagogy are therefore:
    1. The Discipline - that is the basis of everything, the one that keeps us from savagery in human history, one without which we could never ever then be cultured and educated. A monolith imprenscindibile!

    2. The Culture - That education and training through which a child is first child, educating and scholar, and the position where you can experience a kind of catechetical instruction, or where you give the basics to grow to personal autonomy. It is clear, and if not I tell you, there's the level of culture without completed before that of the discipline!

    3. L 'Education allows the boy (perhaps as early man) disciplined and trained to be able to enter into society, thereby giving all the necessary background to enter in a world of work and relate, in total to be covered (in CRPR see how this becomes an imperative ), with others.

    4. The Morality, or the achievement, through a Socratic approach (based on the box) as possible because the person becomes older, its own moral conscience where to find all the domestic laws that allow self-regulate any situation and are allowing him to make a policy aimed at highest good or the common good .


So you see how it looks charming and seriously practice this type of journey.
We will see in the next place as morality is necessarily interwoven with the duty (reference to the discipline of pedagogy ) and the highest expression of his will, or (easier) the expression of their will.

conclude by saying that on your right in the box of material profit, you can find the concept map on the Pedagogy of Kant!

Hello hello;)

Monday, October 29, 2007

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not have time to write, so I express myself with gestures are now

This is what is distinguishing the sick from my days with runny nose and the voice on vacation. The

emo.
What to say about them ....

I adopt one, take it home, watch it while he is down on my couch while I settle poems sad and decadent, and looks at me with his eye (the other is hidden by the tuft) begging me to give him a razor sharp (in fact consumers who suffer more).
I will give him a snack, and while the classic Children from Merenda would have been delighted him ... no, he would have turned me half melancholy smile of courtesy and then he cried a little slice of cake because that reminded him of the face ' love lost for ever ...

So please, if someone reads this sweet little emo post ...
The Nanny wants you so much cuddle and groom ... and collect ...

With sad and decadent love your


Nukem



Friday, October 26, 2007

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"Ready, Mom!" I must tell you something! Hold on tight! "
"... what ...? -.-"
"You know my black and green striped sweater hand-made sad?"
"seeeeee? -.-"
"here.! This I have launched a fashion, I am a genius! Now all the stalls have sweaters with stripes of the same color!"
"..."
"giuroooo you, I am a genius a genius!"
"now you are no longer original. Now you're trend"
"...."
"ah. But today is 25.'s Birthday is not you father?"
"shit! Hello ma!"

That morning I had got a sms from my friend, where I asked if I wanted to go to market with her, so maybe we would find the right clothes for the Lucca Comics, which now lacked very little.
was October 25 and was the birthday of the father.
telephoned him singing happy birthday to you and then I went back to concentrate on sweaters awfully similar to mine, displayed in the stalls. Although now looking at them hoping to catch fire with the thought.

We had breakfast in one of the best pastry shops in the city, where I discovered two things.
The first is that in front of the bakery was the laundromat I was looking for a week.
The second is that my friend did it matter to the collective problems right ...
I found out when she went to order non-memory-thing at the counter and I took the opportunity to catch one of the newspapers that were pinned on the shelf at your side, determined to keep up the good about the day before, namely that of acculturation.
"but ... read on ... ... come on!"
"mh?"
"oh well"
"you know what I found yesterday? Mh ... that ... virtually you today if thou hast thou hast high blood sugar diabetes tomorrow!"
"eh?"
"because it will lower the threshold for diabetes! Pharmaceutical companies! So you are forced to buy medicines, because fear is the matter! because diabetes is serious! "
"..."
" did you know that shit? "
" ok, but it must go to a doctor like your intelligent and he tells you to calm you do not have diabetes "
... "
" by the drink that juice up to do later "

I finished my juice and I forgot the pharmaceutical industry.
crossed the road and we went to that wonderful place that is the laundromat, where a nice old lady I explained how they worked, without specifying the difference between washing machines and dryers, what I learned at my expense (and my coins) that afternoon when, after having slipped into oblivion and all the blankets you start the cycle, I looked up.
DRYER - DRY
What then turned in my favor. I did recover the coins that I thought I lost and now we also guadagnai latchbolt free drying.
The laundromats are a great place to think and reflect. The colorful blankets
running oblivion almost hypnotic.

while drying (this time after cleaning) across the street and bought pastries for the giant father.
On my return I found the old lady and what I believe was his son, to comply with his head bowed and with great interest that turned my blankets.
"these are yours!?"
scared nodded her head.
"should be turned every so often" still

nodded "yeah, Did I first explained to me this beautiful little girl ..."
and left.

crossed the city loaded with blankets and pastries, but happy.
The laundromat is a nice place.
I got into my car and after a few hundred meters, on a curve, caught in the middle of a sidewalk.
Half an hour later I was squatting to observe that my father changed the wheel, with an obvious hole in the side, trying to deny the obvious, namely that, I was beaten on a sidewalk.
"this shit is too obvious. I can not pretend to believe once again."
so I left.
stunned in the road.
broken down and joined him with cakes and champagne in the house in the hills who was renovating.
Among the wishes and the celebrations of its 43 years, he found something better to say:
"if I had mom and you were still married at this 25 years of marriage"
"..."
"twenty-five !!!!"
"Yes, father. If you were still married and if this was a science fiction movie, yes. Would have been 25"

I left the yard and muttered something about the close of Burch and daughters in a tin shack, with his worker who calls it "love."
I think it was because I had mentioned the three visits that I received from them recently.

"sleep in sleeping bags, father "
" ah ok on the terrace "
"..."

I went to my grandmother to teach me the noble art of knitting in strips and then home.
had been a long and intense day.
I was tired.
and happy.
and impatient.
and needles.


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

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WALKED SLOWLY

walked out the door following the red iron rich girl with occhiali.Lei turned and said something to him, with what appeared a tone of motherly scolding.
Then he hastened to bring her hands to draw, pulling up the zipper with commitment, focus, using each neuron and every articulation, small eyes, two dots blacks to tell the truth, that the void stared ahead of him.
was a look of a child, a bewildered look, those who have lost something without knowing when or what.
She expected him to finish and then turned as he walked nell'antibagno towards the usic, turning occasionally to make sure that he was following.
He was close.
I do not know why, but I expected at any moment to ask to take him by hand. Not to get lost.
She was to be his niece, I think, because he had that look between the maternal and impatient.
Then he sat upright and then saw that his pants were wet to the horse.

"Miss has the membership card?"

cashier's voice brought me back to reality.
handed her the card and then called a last glance in the direction of the bathroom.
He followed the rich girl with glasses in silence.

was the first time I saw a man pee on him.

The Melancholy of that scene took me all day ...

Monday, October 22, 2007

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BETWEEN WISHES AND HOLIDAY FU ...

Hydrochlorothiazide Taken With Adderall

Better to remain silent and give the impression of being stupid, than to speak and remove all doubt.

When I begin to imagine the things I can not help it.
is not a thing that can stop or pause as to send in a video recorder. It's not something I can control. When the brain runs
I let it run.
stop it hurts the dog, you eat the ends of the cassette tape and after you can not rewind.
and painful.

I liked.
It was like watching four cartoon characters singing and playing.
surreal but perfectly integrated with the context.
A sticker placed in the middle of the crowd, like a cinema screen at head height.
I saw them with eyes hollow as those that I design.
and was moving. Finally
my characters moved, had its own life.
no need for cameras trained on the sheet without the need for programs unpronounceable for the PC.
Alone.
knew it. And they knew
play.

The flash of my digital work is hectic.
I could never leave without immortal, and even without design, as I saw them, in this mixture of awareness and denial of reality.

"This is the nuke that is immersed in his moment autistic"
said a friend of mine saw me take the sketchbook and pencil. The
did not matter, now I am accustomed.
I had to draw them.

awareness took over.
wrote my e-mail address and the address of my blog / portfolio on the sheet and went out looking for them.
Nothing.
resemble all these kids, dammit! I thought.
I asked my friend if he acknowledged the crowd.
I knew they were there!
He had recognized them when they went out with beer in hand just now.
Nothing.
evaporated.

unconsciousness took over.
Li had absorbed in my pencil, then in my spreadsheet. They had returned
simple characters of paper.
They were in my jacket pocket.

Someone touched my arm.
"Sorry guys, you think it's map or something?"
This time I had the answer ready.
only a few seconds of distraction.
Unlike the quasi-minute early evening, when I was asked the same question.
"I will, cel'ho"
I opened the bag and began to dodge the digital portfolio and all that a small bag can hold. I
the four guys who had played earlier.
Finally, after what seemed a century, I found the box with the maps. Offered it to him.
"oh no ..." disappointed the boy said "I served great."
I put everything in place and we left.
My friends made fun of the guy pointing out that two small maps can become great. They laughed and cried.

the driveway gravel surrounded by cypress trees was bitterly cold and took a violent wind and cold.
were two in the morning.
Smile and hope in my ignorance.

I wish my friends were able to understand at least a little bit my world.
But just can not.
They kept asking me a script to the house, hoping let me speak.
But if I have nothing to say I'm quiet, I risk talking nonsense and I do not like.

"It's not that you look stupid, you do not understand why you always have to just stand in a world apart"

I'm not a sad person.
I'm not a different person. I'm not a person
asocial.
I'm not a strange person. I am not an introvert person
.

I'm just one person distracted.

The day after this point of view was better.
I could not distract me for a while ', except when there is attention slackened all at once, close and bitter coffee, each ensconced in its own newspaper.
La Gazzetta dello Sport Greg.
Dno for The Nation. The Tirreno
for Abe.
The Manifesto for me.
Sitting at the table of the bar in the square, with his mother at the bar laughed and told me to go see the historic perpetual had fallen asleep in his chair, as a sort of tired old owl.
I smiled, thinking that was exactly how I wanted to grow old. So trivial and obvious. With old friends. Sitting on that same chair in the same bar. With the voices of children of children who were running out now.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

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El Pequeño Vagabundo

was very cold last night.

hid her hands under my almost-new red poncho with 60 buttons that I had been convinced to buy it, the mall, the modest sum of twenty euro.
to think of it almost all the winter clothes they cost twenty euro bought recently, most penny penny less, so I was convinced that this was the correct figure for winter clothes, and I was fine. Was reasonable.

But while his hands were warm, my feet were freezing, due to untied doc.martiens which filtered the icy breeze. Needless
keep them under the table.
Before we were seated inside, the bolstered seats to the brewery, in the warmth.
But we know that we would do all smokers for a cigarette, especially if it is to accompany the beer.

I began to do the portrait of my friend and his quasi-boyfriend curly, not to think about the cold.
We could at least ten minutes, then I stufai. The pen that I had lent left much to be desired, although being consumed allowed to fade, when used side.
Things you learn when you forget the pencil at home.
And the marker for the vandalism, which came back to me during my stay in the bathroom, as I watched, balancing on his knees bent, the white tiles and the door is covered with brown, faded writing stupid, noting that there would be good my signature color green lizard.

Sadly I went back to the table, and shortly after we left, looking for a way out among the sea of \u200b\u200bstools around the center of the room. Out of the cold
attacked us again, but went almost immediately, while running from one side of the road, in adoration of the hardbound Charlie Chaplin left unattended (this is not entirely true) next to the cigarette machine (but not strike lucky, as I learned one evening that I was sadly left without) a kiosk.
without thinking much ran to my car, not far away, I opened the bauliera and parked in front of the newsstand, where my friends and quasi-curly-haired boy of one of them, were waiting for me with the hostage in the arm.
not go unnoticed, the patrons of the pub in front of us looked at her curiously, but with the typical expression of those who do not bother to alert the police or whoever to them. But
open the window and frantically shouting "in bauliera! The bauliera! Is open!" putting on your seatbelt and drifting quickly, thanks and fled at full speed toward the house, pretending to spread the cops do not exist, well ... is satisfactory.


My name is Nuke.

And I'm a cartoonist.



Wednesday, October 10, 2007

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OUR BIRTHDAY PARTY

Oh yes .... the much hoped for, longed for always, fateful, never fully realized, "our night" has arrived!!
And that is why you do not need explanations or comments to the various mythical "inauguration of the academic year", held yesterday evening, in that of study1 ...
We express our heartfelt thanks for allowing us to include dried free, as always, to Paul Zanolli for telling us, even the entrance, we were older, in Taba and Moli, who will play at my birthday for free (wow), the bouncer who was in a smoking area outside with Woolrich (okay that a study is always a cold pork, but it seems to me a moment to exaggeration ...), Apple and its weight when it is drunk, the guy who danced with their arms (or arm?) to heaven, to Tony the most beautiful of the economy, to Alberto is always a pretty sight, which can also greet Philip (X), and Luke, oh no, Fabio !!!!!
A little space to talk about the new local law that prohibits serving alcohol after the 2. I very much support. Yesterday we drank from one to 2.30 4 cocktails and a shot, at 4:30 (two hours after) our alcohol measured dall'etilometro a professional friend, said 0.82 and 0.90. Stefy has defied the fate and led ... all easy ... sound, subject to the license and still intact. I wanted to thank Stefan, as well as the responsibility that is taken, for 3 reasons: a) for giving me thrown out of the house and convinced her to do the evening, b) for having suggested the dancers instead of heels (I swear that next time I'm listening), c) for having finally realized "our time." And this is the first in a long line!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Negative Hiv At 80 Days



Hear hear ..... for those who have not got the invitation via text message from me or the Chicken, here's another one:
YOU ARE ALL INVITED TO OUR BIRTHDAY PARTY MONDAY October 15, 2007 (ie 30 for chicken and 25 for myself), at the Stube, STARTING FROM 18 TILL LATE.