Finally, unfortunately, Welsh weather stops making discounts. Mist and rain around Mt. Snowdon make the hike impossible.
A slow diesel train bring cold turists to the top of the montain. In fact, it brings turists into a giant cloud. The landscape is hidden. The train is cold and wet. Ironically the wagon has an automatic speaker which keep on suggesting to look left to heartbreaking views.
Two hours of mist suggest me to move south, to the coast nearby St. David. It's a long trip, but, at this point, necessary.
Short pit-stop at Cardigan, another disappointment. Cardigan castle is just a ruined wall, the rain isn't heavy but penetrate below my skin.
Warming in my car, hot blood and excitement bring me (finally) to St. David. Nearby Whitesands Bay is marvellous, large and sweet beach. It's a Breton see in Britain, without seafood in the low tide.
Dogs are playing into the waves. The sun finally kisses Wales, two hours before the sunset.
After disappointing meals, I give myself a special dinner, crabs and sea bass with Cider.
Extra-cold Walsh Cider is a really exciting drink. Immagine a big glass of cider filled up with ice cubes. Chilled as ice tea. Great great drink, obviously a disaster with sea food.
Travelling is looking for excitement. And for emotions.
Staring at a painting in a museum, staing at the sea.
Spotting a koala on a tree, walking through the street of a city old district.
Sometimes emotions can emerge from hybrid experience, food, music and landscape.
Or writing my blog in a B&B managed by chilled, surf dudes staff !
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
quick comparison (Although I hate comparisons)
Like Iceland, Wales average village population does not exceed 1000. Despite looking important on the map, 99% of villages offer just a small cafeteria and a nice sight.
Which is beautiful.
Which is beautiful.
Whistling Sands, Aberdaron
Aberdaron, as the Lonely Planet guide states, is an end-of-the-earth kind of place.
Roads connect people to places. Thus, most of the earth can be reached only by a walk.
Highway and main roads connect to a limited and selected number of spaces. To break this gentle control, small roads in Wales do the job.
following a thiny and nervous road in the Llyn peninsula, I find myself in a desert beach surrounded by black stones.
I meet two persons:
Roads connect people to places. Thus, most of the earth can be reached only by a walk.
Highway and main roads connect to a limited and selected number of spaces. To break this gentle control, small roads in Wales do the job.
following a thiny and nervous road in the Llyn peninsula, I find myself in a desert beach surrounded by black stones.
I meet two persons:
- A young fisherman
- A technician who's trying to repair the cash payer for the parking. Even remote beaches have a two pound parking fee!
On the last edge of the peninsula lays Aberdaron. Here I find a small Cafe, serving sandwiches filled by fresh Aberdaron crabs. This place is all white painted wood, warm canvas. It's crowded by 60ers turists from Cardiff. Everyone is speaking in Welsh.
What does Aberadon offer?
Malichony, rains. Magic islands.
Most important, it offers intimity like no other spot on the earth does.
Travelling is movement. I cannot stare at Beaumaris castle more than 15'.
Following 10' in Beaumaris Courthouse. So uneasy place! So much enphasis on death sentences, tortures and witch-hunting. Dark emotions, people's favorite.
Several questions make my mind pale:
What is the substitute of witch-hunting?
Why humankind burnt witches for centuries?
And what do we do now instead?
Wales is full of witches, warlocks, and wizards.
I am the lizard king. I can do everything.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wales day one
Wales in just two hours West of Heathrow.
What the hell I am doing in Wales?
Nature is, most of the times, the direct creator of the most stunning beauties. Views, sights which leave you breathless. Unexpected colors, gigantic masses with potent shapes, pure lines.
Elegant felins, thousand of birds flying together as a pink cloud. Crocodiles, born to kill.
Most of humans can only try to replicate the power of the universe.
Wales is not that disruptive. Wales is beautiful. Its landscapes are sweet, green and warm.
First visit, unforunately, a disappointment. Hay-on-Way.
The town of second hand books is useless. True, there are a lot of second hand libraries, true the maior festival (it's in one month) is a unique event, at which even Bill Clinton likes to partecipate. Dunno, what the past president likes in looking through one billion of insignificant old, stinky books.
The ruins of an old castle host the outdoor library. It's without personnel, in fact it's called the honest library. If you like a book you just grab it and deposit half a pound in a box. When I was there it was raining a lot. It's romantic when it rains over a million of books.
In fact here it rains at least ten times per day, for just a few minutes.
Day one ends in Betws-y-Coed. Walking in a forest, muddy soil, to the waterfalls.
Sleeping in a cottage, with a lot of white painted wood. Warm old Wales !
What the hell I am doing in Wales?
Nature is, most of the times, the direct creator of the most stunning beauties. Views, sights which leave you breathless. Unexpected colors, gigantic masses with potent shapes, pure lines.
Elegant felins, thousand of birds flying together as a pink cloud. Crocodiles, born to kill.
Most of humans can only try to replicate the power of the universe.
Wales is not that disruptive. Wales is beautiful. Its landscapes are sweet, green and warm.
First visit, unforunately, a disappointment. Hay-on-Way.
The town of second hand books is useless. True, there are a lot of second hand libraries, true the maior festival (it's in one month) is a unique event, at which even Bill Clinton likes to partecipate. Dunno, what the past president likes in looking through one billion of insignificant old, stinky books.
The ruins of an old castle host the outdoor library. It's without personnel, in fact it's called the honest library. If you like a book you just grab it and deposit half a pound in a box. When I was there it was raining a lot. It's romantic when it rains over a million of books.
In fact here it rains at least ten times per day, for just a few minutes.
Day one ends in Betws-y-Coed. Walking in a forest, muddy soil, to the waterfalls.
Sleeping in a cottage, with a lot of white painted wood. Warm old Wales !
Map of Intelligence
Talking smart, looking intelligent, I am not sure these are real signes of intelligence.
Evaluating intelligence in a discussion requires to take into account the capability to adapt to the current situation.
Two quick examples:
1. In a political discussion you may prefer to be perceived as not extremely smart by certain enemies, so that they won't see you as areal threat.
2. When you meet the first time your boss' wife, a very beatiful but insignificant woman, you may prefer to talk about easy and silly matters to be liked by her.
In my view intelligence is not linear at all. Up to a certain threshold is about a deep analysis, then it's a quantic jump to the adaptation zone. Like Poincarè maps, two distinct areas of behavior are separated by a stiff curtain.
Evaluating intelligence is even more complicated. If a potential political rival seems not extremely smart in the first occasion you meet him, you may want to discount the possibility he is only pretending to be average to leave you relaxed.
And so on.
Obviously eveyone agrees that intelligence is understanding people, and, probably, nothing else.
Evaluating intelligence in a discussion requires to take into account the capability to adapt to the current situation.
Two quick examples:
1. In a political discussion you may prefer to be perceived as not extremely smart by certain enemies, so that they won't see you as areal threat.
2. When you meet the first time your boss' wife, a very beatiful but insignificant woman, you may prefer to talk about easy and silly matters to be liked by her.
In my view intelligence is not linear at all. Up to a certain threshold is about a deep analysis, then it's a quantic jump to the adaptation zone. Like Poincarè maps, two distinct areas of behavior are separated by a stiff curtain.
Evaluating intelligence is even more complicated. If a potential political rival seems not extremely smart in the first occasion you meet him, you may want to discount the possibility he is only pretending to be average to leave you relaxed.
And so on.
Obviously eveyone agrees that intelligence is understanding people, and, probably, nothing else.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Paintball; Platoon
Today Team A6 gathered together in a battlefield to play paintball. I have been shot in my throat, in my arm when I was already eliminated, in both my legs like Elias in Platoon, when the Vietcongs shot him 20 times before he died.
I did not like watching people so eager to shot at me. Hidden in the woods, journeyman snipers seem mercyless.
And they are, with semi-automatic air guns screaming. My hairs green of oily paint.
Where is my general?
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
I did not like watching people so eager to shot at me. Hidden in the woods, journeyman snipers seem mercyless.
And they are, with semi-automatic air guns screaming. My hairs green of oily paint.
Where is my general?
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Pale blond on A4 Audi, two Koreans follow on a BMW 730 d
So pale blond sad woman you drive big German car on which Volkswagen spent billions for marketing, media and advertising in the last 10 years.
Almost two tons of steel, in dark blue. Four silver circles on the front.
OOOO is premium.
OOOO is wealth. For someone.
Still you look so sad, awkward, exitant, with pointless red glasses, followed by two Korean punks on a big diesel BMW.
West of Barcelona in front of you, sweet sunset, you so pale.
Almost two tons of steel, in dark blue. Four silver circles on the front.
OOOO is premium.
OOOO is wealth. For someone.
Still you look so sad, awkward, exitant, with pointless red glasses, followed by two Korean punks on a big diesel BMW.
West of Barcelona in front of you, sweet sunset, you so pale.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Everybody hurts, sometimes: Bachelor party
A slow cab was bringing us to Marselle Bar in Barrio Cino, REM screaming on FM 104.2.
My best friend telling we are mature, adult. Still one weekend like this would always be possible. Maybe.
Running wild when teenager, growing up in acid cotton of wealthy society. Cynic, sarcastic, tender. Now night arrives with her purple legion. Family man, happiness in front of me, it's time to donate childhood last jems, and call it a night.
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes....
Childhood memories roll faster. 5.
8.
14 years old. More than 20 years of fun, laughts, friendship. Of life. Of doing it in our way, of pretending to be adult.
Now, one last time, we feel the moment to say goodbye.
Finally, sleeping together we hear someone vomiting in the dark, alone.
We laught, until tears.
Everybody hurts. You are not alone.
My best friend telling we are mature, adult. Still one weekend like this would always be possible. Maybe.
Running wild when teenager, growing up in acid cotton of wealthy society. Cynic, sarcastic, tender. Now night arrives with her purple legion. Family man, happiness in front of me, it's time to donate childhood last jems, and call it a night.
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes....
Childhood memories roll faster. 5.
8.
14 years old. More than 20 years of fun, laughts, friendship. Of life. Of doing it in our way, of pretending to be adult.
Now, one last time, we feel the moment to say goodbye.
Finally, sleeping together we hear someone vomiting in the dark, alone.
We laught, until tears.
Everybody hurts. You are not alone.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Wales eyeblink
5 days in Wales, that's my short post-MBA vacation. Two weekends with my fiancè in the City.
Wales, immaculate. Crispy hills and cold beaches. I am gonna love it !
Wales, immaculate. Crispy hills and cold beaches. I am gonna love it !
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Dumped by the radio
Thu March 20th I could not resist calling Radio24 to reply Italian Minister (of economic development) on his statement about Alitalia.
He said Airfrance is not paying just 140 mln for our bankrupt company, because there is a debt exceeding 1.5 bln.
Well, they are paying 140 mln, while they are evaluating the total potential of Alitalia 1.6 bln.
The radio conducer pointed out 1 bln of Capex, necessary to give life to Alitalia.
I think that one thing is the Business plan, one thing is the due diligence and purchasing deal. Politics confuse the two, just to make claims and for propaganda.
OK I am so boring that the conducer dumped me after two secs ! I hoped none had listened my intervent, but I have been unlucky.
Even an IESE student recognised my voice on radio and made fun of me as soon as I was back on campus !
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
He said Airfrance is not paying just 140 mln for our bankrupt company, because there is a debt exceeding 1.5 bln.
Well, they are paying 140 mln, while they are evaluating the total potential of Alitalia 1.6 bln.
The radio conducer pointed out 1 bln of Capex, necessary to give life to Alitalia.
I think that one thing is the Business plan, one thing is the due diligence and purchasing deal. Politics confuse the two, just to make claims and for propaganda.
OK I am so boring that the conducer dumped me after two secs ! I hoped none had listened my intervent, but I have been unlucky.
Even an IESE student recognised my voice on radio and made fun of me as soon as I was back on campus !
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Friday, March 14, 2008
Friday night McDonald
Rejected by Petit Bangkok, dinner at McDonald in Gran de Gracia.
Royal with Cheese and Bacon, no french fries as always.
Royal with Cheese and Bacon, no french fries as always.
Who Traded 55,000 Bear $30 Puts Tuesday?
This past Tuesday, when Bear Stearns was trading around $65 a share, there was huge put volume in the March $30 strike.
Over 55,000 contracts traded that day at an average price of 15 cents a contract. This is an extremely unusual trade in terms of the number of contracts and how far out-of-the money those options were at the time; these options expire on March 20, so that left only 10 days for some event to occur that would cause these puts to go into the money and have some value.
So it appears that as rumors began swirling early in the week that Bear was having liquidity problems and might possibly be bordering on insolvent, someone took that to heart and bought the puts as disaster insurance. And today came news that several banks, including Goldman Sachs, would no longer act as a counterparty to any transactions with Bear. The inability to execute trades would essentially put Bear Stearns out of business.
Hence, we have today's selloff in which shares of Bear are down some $25, or 44% to around $30 a share. Those disaster put options are trading around $5.50 a contract.
Other banks and brokerage firms are seeing put volume today and several names such as Merrill Lynch saw above average activity last week. Merrill saw 13,000 and 16,000 of the March $45 puts traded last Thursday and Friday, respectively. That volume was over 13 times the 30-day daily average. At the time the stock was trading around $46 and the puts were valued at about $1.50 a contract. Today Merrill is down to $44 and the puts are worth $2.60 a contract.
Over 55,000 contracts traded that day at an average price of 15 cents a contract. This is an extremely unusual trade in terms of the number of contracts and how far out-of-the money those options were at the time; these options expire on March 20, so that left only 10 days for some event to occur that would cause these puts to go into the money and have some value.
So it appears that as rumors began swirling early in the week that Bear was having liquidity problems and might possibly be bordering on insolvent, someone took that to heart and bought the puts as disaster insurance. And today came news that several banks, including Goldman Sachs, would no longer act as a counterparty to any transactions with Bear. The inability to execute trades would essentially put Bear Stearns out of business.
Hence, we have today's selloff in which shares of Bear are down some $25, or 44% to around $30 a share. Those disaster put options are trading around $5.50 a contract.
Other banks and brokerage firms are seeing put volume today and several names such as Merrill Lynch saw above average activity last week. Merrill saw 13,000 and 16,000 of the March $45 puts traded last Thursday and Friday, respectively. That volume was over 13 times the 30-day daily average. At the time the stock was trading around $46 and the puts were valued at about $1.50 a contract. Today Merrill is down to $44 and the puts are worth $2.60 a contract.
Dancefloor
Just watching girls swimming on the dancefloor. All smiling, in the pool. But when the music's acid their movements become nevrotic, sharks around them.
So their faces more intense, and dumb
So their faces more intense, and dumb
Monday, March 10, 2008
Today just a suggestion:
Back home, lay on your bed and listen 'Riders on the storm'
(The Doors).
If you can have a Canadian Club on the rocks,
great !
(The Doors).
If you can have a Canadian Club on the rocks,
great !
Friday, March 7, 2008
Drunk women smoking in a bar
middle age heavy laughts,
red lips easy tears
pathetic and noisy gummy necks
(this first part has the same rithm of L.A. woman:
Cops in car the topless bar
never seen a woman so aloooone
so alooooooone)
watching decadence on my own
colored pictures from the 80's becoming pale
my childish smiles turns bitter
melanchony in my eyes, nonexistent, immaginary
deep blue my first shiny coat, bitter
red lips easy tears
pathetic and noisy gummy necks
(this first part has the same rithm of L.A. woman:
Cops in car the topless bar
never seen a woman so aloooone
so alooooooone)
watching decadence on my own
colored pictures from the 80's becoming pale
my childish smiles turns bitter
melanchony in my eyes, nonexistent, immaginary
deep blue my first shiny coat, bitter
Killing a hawk ...tadada tadadadan !
Pro golfer Tripp Isenhour apologized for killing a hawk that was making noise while he tried to film a TV show. Now the Humane Society wants the PGA Tour to take action.
"As soon as this happened, I was mortified and extremely upset and continue to be upset," Isenhour said in a statement issued through his management company, SFX Golf. "I want to let everyone know there was neither any malice nor deliberate intent whatsoever to hit or harm the hawk. I was trying to simply scare it into flying away."
Isenhour allegedly said, "I'll get him now," and aimed for the hawk.
"About the sixth ball came very near the bird's head, and (Isenhour) was very excited that it was so close," Baine wrote.
Isenhour said he is an animal lover and his family has adopted three cats from a local shelter.
"As soon as this happened, I was mortified and extremely upset and continue to be upset," Isenhour said in a statement issued through his management company, SFX Golf. "I want to let everyone know there was neither any malice nor deliberate intent whatsoever to hit or harm the hawk. I was trying to simply scare it into flying away."
Isenhour allegedly said, "I'll get him now," and aimed for the hawk.
"About the sixth ball came very near the bird's head, and (Isenhour) was very excited that it was so close," Baine wrote.
Isenhour said he is an animal lover and his family has adopted three cats from a local shelter.
10.15, Saturday night ...
waiting for the telephone to ring,
and i'm wondering where she's been
and i'm crying for yesterday
and the tap drips
drip drip drip driiiiiiiiiiiiiiips....
I immagine myself in late '70 laying in my infant bed listening The Cure's music from a distant room where my parents were consuming their youth. Wooden cupboard full of ghost toys. Azure walls, cloudy.
Ten years later I am a young man who hates his piano. Granpa just passed away, armchair wet of my daddy's tears. Time to relocate, same old toys and memories packed to move in a new house.
Twenty years later I am tumbling. The Cure music is playing again, ironically, as the funeral march of my youth. Indian stones cover my ears. Polluted.
Thirty years later I am here playing a little game. Through all those small sufferences I preserved. Through all my thoughts, my words, my feelings and my anger. My anxiety and my gentleness. My emptiness and my joy.
All together now, Friday afternoon, waiting for the telephone to ring....
and i'm wondering where she's been
and i'm crying for yesterday
and the tap drips
drip drip drip driiiiiiiiiiiiiiips....
I immagine myself in late '70 laying in my infant bed listening The Cure's music from a distant room where my parents were consuming their youth. Wooden cupboard full of ghost toys. Azure walls, cloudy.
Ten years later I am a young man who hates his piano. Granpa just passed away, armchair wet of my daddy's tears. Time to relocate, same old toys and memories packed to move in a new house.
Twenty years later I am tumbling. The Cure music is playing again, ironically, as the funeral march of my youth. Indian stones cover my ears. Polluted.
Thirty years later I am here playing a little game. Through all those small sufferences I preserved. Through all my thoughts, my words, my feelings and my anger. My anxiety and my gentleness. My emptiness and my joy.
All together now, Friday afternoon, waiting for the telephone to ring....
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Clarification: it's a Caprabo-Start !
Who is familiar with Spanish supermarkets can feel home in my Blog. The colored circles remind Caprabo's Private Label probuct branding.
In fact, that's the idea: this blog offers value for the money. It ain't special, similarly to supermarket's private label products, but it's honest.
In fact, that's the idea: this blog offers value for the money. It ain't special, similarly to supermarket's private label products, but it's honest.
A good start near the end of my MBA
Two months before finishing my MBA in Barcelona seems a good time to kick off my Blog experience. Memories will become shadows soon, a little bit of malinchony will be saved for good.
This Blog will be made of personal opinions which will cover all the possible areas.
Sport, Politics, Sex, Litterature, Music, People. But, to be honest, it will about me.
Giorgio Tedeschi, Male, Italian.
I can promise only one thing: I will try to be as honest as I can. Having said that I expect none reading any of my ideas, so it will be more for me, myself than to communicate, at least until I do not recieve any feedback that will make me change my mind.
In a nutshell, this blog is pure for now, until readers will corrupt it !
Shall I write in english only ? It's a good exercise for me, but a critical constrain to my already not exceptional writing capabilities. So it's English for the beginnig.
Finally I do not have anything in particular to say today, so I call it a Sunday start
This Blog will be made of personal opinions which will cover all the possible areas.
Sport, Politics, Sex, Litterature, Music, People. But, to be honest, it will about me.
Giorgio Tedeschi, Male, Italian.
I can promise only one thing: I will try to be as honest as I can. Having said that I expect none reading any of my ideas, so it will be more for me, myself than to communicate, at least until I do not recieve any feedback that will make me change my mind.
In a nutshell, this blog is pure for now, until readers will corrupt it !
Shall I write in english only ? It's a good exercise for me, but a critical constrain to my already not exceptional writing capabilities. So it's English for the beginnig.
Finally I do not have anything in particular to say today, so I call it a Sunday start
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