"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Tra un’ora e mezza

Tra un’ora e mezza sarò a trascinarmi sotto il sole di Milano per andare ad infilarmi in un’aula bollente a dare (per la diciannovesima volta) l’esame più ostico dell’intero corso di laurea, con il più famigerato professore dell’intero polo universitario. Pensatemi.

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S.S. Van Dine’s The Scarab Murder

S.S. Van Dine was the pen name of Willard Huntington Wright (1888–1939), an art critic, editor, and novelist from the US who created Philo Vance, apparently one of the defining amateur detectives of the Golden Age of detective fiction. The Vance series ran to twelve

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books and literature

Classic Science Fiction Stories

This is the third collection I read from these charming little light-blue books with the golden pages, and they’re uneven at best. Once again, as such, I have mixed feelings about this collection and I’ll have to proceed scientifically to give a rating, so here

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architecture, engineering and construction

Artificial Integrity in the Age of Anxiety

In 1947, British-American poet W.H. Auden published The Age of Anxiety, a long poem subtitled “A Baroque Eclogue”. In a nutshell, four strangers meet in a bar on Third Avenue in Manhattan, on All Souls’ Night, so it’s even seasonal, in the middle of a

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10 Comments
  • heraclitus
    Posted at 14:17h, 18 July Reply

    ormai sarai già andata… in bocca al lupo. ;-)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:56h, 18 July Reply

    Sono già anche tornata. L’esame di statica è sempre un’esperienza surreale, peccato non avere tempo di parlarne ora. Me lo appunto tra i post da fare venerdì (rabbrividiamo).

  • ragno62
    Posted at 19:25h, 18 July Reply

    spero sia andato bene

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 14:53h, 19 July Reply

    curioso delle surrealtà universitarie…

  • coaloalab
    Posted at 16:19h, 19 July Reply

    Chérie, passa a trovarmi.

    La vodka fredda è sempre lì ad aspettarti!

    Che freddo!

  • contenebbia
    Posted at 17:04h, 19 July Reply

    Attendiam trepidanti il post rivelatore, allora, my dear.

  • venturo
    Posted at 17:16h, 19 July Reply

    Ah come ti capisco…in bocca ai lupi! (‘che all’università ce ne sono tanti).

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 19:34h, 19 July Reply

    Scusate se vi ho fatto attendere. Sono un po’ cotta… mi sa che tra poco vado a dormire.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 07:20h, 02 August Reply

    Fletto i muscoli e sono architetto

    [..] Ovvero, per laurearsi occorre avere poteri cosmici e anche qualcosa in più. Era una notte buia e tempestosa e avevo promesso a Lui che l’avrei accompagnato al concerto dei (altra storia) così, a una tavola dall’agognato traguardo di ter [..]

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 07:20h, 02 August Reply

    Fletto i muscoli e sono architetto

    [..] Ovvero, per laurearsi occorre avere poteri cosmici e anche qualcosa in più. Era una notte buia e tempestosa e avevo promesso a Lui che l’avrei accompagnato al concerto dei (altra storia) così, a una tavola dall’agognato traguardo di ter [..]

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