Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Thoughts after failing my driving theory for the 2nd time:



DEATH TO CBR

How can I not fucking get my theory certificate for not knowing that it's important for all passangers of a car to have their seat in the correct position, and not just the driver? Or because I would still give direction when turning left on a road where I can only turn left? I KNOW PRIORITIES, I KNOW SPEED LIMITS, I KNOW HOW MUCH BLOOD I CAN HAVE IN MY ALCOHOL BEFORE I DRIVE FOR FIVE YEARS AND AFTER, I KNOW HOW THICK MY TYRE HAS TO BE. GIVE ME A BREAK.

Road signs are going to be haunting me till Thursday, when I better fucking pass my technically 5th and practically 3rd attempt at these STUPID EXAGERATION OF AN EXAM. These people should just walka round Rome for a day and let me know whether they really think that with all the italian drivers out there, I would be a dangerous addition. Assholes.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

BIG IDEAS

Everytime I've visited Italy in the past year I become more and more aware of the difference between life here and back in Holland. I initially had the idea of including a project emphasizing these differences in my final Art Exhbition, taking photos of parallel situations in Rome and around Holland. This never really worked out, and I only ended up taking very few photos of subjects in Rome (Like this, this and this); most of which even required some over-editing due to my lack of practice with the dSLR which my cousin had leant to me. In any case, it was a good experience though for future reference.

I'd like to, over the coming years (or even in a few years), work on something bigger; putting together a multimedia project which could include short text extracts, accompanied by many formats of photos; ranging from ones just taken with mobiles to higher quality portraits, and sound recordings. The project would illustrate the three realities of life lead in Rome, London and the Randstad (as it'd be hard to pick one city in the Netherlands). I think I might start straight away with the recordings. Spending all my times in trains in Holland has convinced me that I should bring my MP3 player all with me all the time to record all the ridiculous repetitive conversations people have on their phones. The best ones are like one I came across the other day: This guy was heading to Amsterdam for some kind of dinner and he called about 5 people telling them exactly the same thing, phrased in the exact same way. I even remember it, despite the fact it happened 5 days ago. He was telling them to meet him at the station at 8:15 and that he'd booked a table in a Belgian restuarant for 6 people. He kept emphasizing that "Belgian food ought to be quite nice" which I found quite humorous because in my head all I see on a Belgian menu is Tartar... but then again I am a snobby medditerranean so what do I know? Anyway, the point being these convenient conversations would be SO good to sample; along with sounds of the city and whatnot (for example right now I can hear crickets really loudly and I don't think I've ever heard a single cricket in Holland...not that's very rapresnetative of anything other than the climate).


BLABLA.
For the real life now. I went to a family reunion yesterday, reunion that I attend yearly just to hang out with my Grandad's twin. She's 91 and has a sharper memory than anyone I know. She also regularly gives very touching speeches, speaking of detailed memories. It's absurd how she remembers dates of ANYTHING that ever happened. I look up to her infinitley... It warms my heart to know that all of the Feliciani brothers and sisters were big writers and speakers, so at least I know that I am possibly going down the right track. I also spoke to my cousin who suggested for me to read an italian magazine called "Internazionale" which is a collection of international articles collected and translated in italian. I'm thinking of getting a subscription so I can finally stop thinking with critical British mentality, due to my reading of solely the Economist and BBC articles, and broaden my horizons a little before getting to Uni.

That'll be all I guess. Today I'm being passed on my cousin's dSLR, and as soon as I get a lens I will be able to make my posts look more colourful... I realize these days no one actually reads through anything in an aspiring blog unless it looks appealing too.

CF

Ps; I'm currently immersed in the reading of "Cuba In Revolution" by Antoni Kapcia; and it turns out the revolution initially never had communist ideals, in fact they were very neglectful of the socialist party as they had strong ties with Baptista. Crazy stuff.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Italian Media Gone Crazy/ Dour

So, apparently I've been accepted to my second choice of Journalism and Contemporary History. I think by accepting the offer I subconciously think I can save Italy from self-destruction. La Repubblica, the only newspaper I've actually willingly followed in the past year has perenally failed me by starting an intense campaign against Berlusconi. For the past week the headline news has concerned some sort of affair Berlusconi has been having with an escort. I have no idea what's going on with the G8, but I'm being forced to listen to phone conversations between some random prostitute and our humiliating PM. This really puts a stamp on the general depression Italy has fallen in, which had been previously confirmed with the high percentage of votes for the Lega Nord in the European elections. I really need to find some books to read this weekend in Rome, so I can start understanding why the situation came down to what it has.

On a differnet note, yesterday I returned from my first festival experience in a good 2 years. Having Lowlands as my only festival experience, I was hardly prepared for the level of hygene and drug abuse of Dour. I felt pretty out of place being there solely for the music, especially when it came to seeing performances put on by people such as Venetian Snares and Aphex Twin. The only bands that left a lasting impression ultimatley were Meshuggah and Gong, two bands that I've never even listened to. Aside from Deerhoof, most of the bands were putting a very concise effort into turning their performance into a mega rave - especially 65daysofstatic, who I'd last seen about 4 years ago in a tiny venue.

Baah, I'm not even going to try and write about music because I know it's going to be a massive fail.
For the rest, nothing much more on my mind other than roads and vehicles; I've been studying for my driving theory exam, and I think all my text book has succeeded in teaching me is that RIGHT HAS PRIORITY and that I should make sure I don;t run over children in pedestrian priority areas. Balls. I think after this I'm going to put a concise effort into getting back into reading, taking photos and learning about music. I am too scared to start university having no intersts whatsoever, to just find myself eating greasy food at 4am on 68 different substances. Bad, bad prospect.

(Some pictures I feel I need to add to make the post look appealing:)
Probably the best use made of the chardonnay we bought.
My friend asked me to put "anything fruity" in a random bottle of vodka which they had found on the camping, so I could smuggle it into the festival. My friends took this more than literally. I refused to taste it and just like the wine and most of the food we bought, this too went to complete waste.

The look adopted by someone who went to his first festival with the idea of out-festivaling everyone else.

Monday, July 6, 2009

The IBO fucked me over big time. I can't even rejoice passing because I passed with such annoying grades that are not going to get me into Universities. I have to spend the next 5 days tactfully seducing my options to accept me. If not, next year could either be the most boring or the most intersting year of my life. At least people who remember failing or who have no idea what the IB is said they are proud of my grades. I spent a horrible 5 hours crying and feeling sorry for myself today, however I decided I'm going to take things as they come from now on. There's no going back - if my QUALITIES DO NOT SHINE THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL GRADES, they will hopefully shine through something else, or they just won't , and I'll live with that.

I always had a feeling these last 2 years wouldn't lead me to an advantageous position.
We'll see how my charisma works out for me when it comes to serious bussiness.