<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074863</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2024 04:50:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Food, snow et cetera et cetera et cetera</title><description>I see things, learn things &#xa;and SOMETIMES such things are worth sharing</description><link>http://nutellaman.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Paolo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074863.post-113638414769060360</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-04T15:15:47.696+01:00</atom:updated><title>If I knew</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;This too was passed on to me by my dear friend Christine R. – Paolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;IF I KNEW&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br/&gt;That I&#39;d see you fall asleep,&lt;br/&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br/&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br/&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br/&gt;I would give you a hug and kissa&lt;br/&gt;nd call you back for one more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br/&gt;I&#39;d hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br/&gt;I would video tape each action and word,&lt;br/&gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;br/&gt;I could spare an extra minute&lt;br/&gt;to stop and say &quot;I love you,&quot;&lt;br/&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br/&gt;I would be there to share your day,&lt;br/&gt;Well I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll have so many more,&lt;br/&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For surely there&#39;s always tomorrow&lt;br/&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br/&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br/&gt;to make everything just right.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There will always be another day&lt;br/&gt;to say &quot;I love you,&quot;&lt;br/&gt;And certainly there&#39;s another chance&lt;br/&gt;to say our &quot;Anything I can do?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;br/&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br/&gt;I&#39;d like to say how much I love you&lt;br/&gt;and I hope we never forget.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;br/&gt;young or old alike,&lt;br/&gt;And today may be the last chance&lt;br/&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So if you&#39;re waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br/&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br/&gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br/&gt;you&#39;ll surely regret the day,&lt;br/&gt;That you didn&#39;t take that extra time&lt;br/&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br/&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;br/&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;br/&gt;and whisper in their ear,&lt;br/&gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;br/&gt;and that you&#39;ll always hold them dear&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take time to say &quot;I&#39;m sorry,&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Please forgive me !&quot; &quot;Thank you !&quot; or &quot;It&#39;s okay !&quot;&lt;br/&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br/&gt;you&#39;ll have no regrets about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://nutellaman.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-i-knew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074863.post-113638340298160806</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-04T15:03:23.010+01:00</atom:updated><title>Lest we forget</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;This was passed on to me by my friend Christine R. – since I am not a fan of chain emails, I decided I’d spread it by posting it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;Paolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It was 1987! At a lecture the other day they were playing an old news video of Lt.Col. Oliver North testifying at the Iran-Contra hearings during the Reagan Administration. There was Ollie in front of God and country getting the third degree, but what he said was stunning! He was being drilled by a senator;&lt;br/&gt; &quot;Did you not recently spend close to $60,000 for a home security system?&quot; &lt;br/&gt;Ollie replied, &quot;Yes, I did, Sir.&quot; &lt;br/&gt;The senator continued, trying to get a laugh out of the audience, &quot;Isn&#39;t that just a little excessive?&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&quot;No, sir,&quot; continued Ollie. &lt;br/&gt;&quot;No? And why not?&quot; the senator asked.&lt;br/&gt; &quot;Because the lives of my family and I were threatened, sir.&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&quot;Threatened? By whom?&quot; the senator questioned. &lt;br/&gt;&quot;By a terrorist, sir&quot; Ollie answered.&lt;br/&gt; &quot;Terrorist? What terrorist could possibly scare you that much?&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&quot;His name is Osama bin Laden, sir&quot; Ollie replied.&lt;br/&gt; At this point the senator tried to repeat the name, but couldn&#39;t pronounce it, which most people back then probably couldn&#39;t. A couple of people laughed at the attempt. &lt;br/&gt;Then the senator continued. Why are you so afraid of this man?&quot; the senator asked.&lt;br/&gt; &quot;Because, sir, he is the most evil person alive that I know of&quot;, Ollie answered.&lt;br/&gt; &quot;And what do you recommend we do about him?&quot; asked the senator. &lt;br/&gt;&quot;Well, sir, if it was up to me, I would recommend that an assassin team be formed to eliminate him and his men from the face of the earth.&quot;&lt;br/&gt; The senator disagreed with this approach and that was all that was shown of the clip. &lt;br/&gt;By the way, that senator was Al Gore !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;[ this is not to say I am a GW fan – Paolo ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Also: Terrorist pilot Mohammad Atta blew up a bus in Israel in 1986. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The Israelis captured, tried and imprisoned him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;As part of the Oslo agreement with the Palestinians in 1993, Israel had to agree to release so-called &quot;political prisoners.&quot; However, the Israelis would not release any with blood on their hands, the american president at the time, Bill Clinton, and his secretary of state, Warren Christopher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;insisted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;all prisoners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;be released. &lt;br/&gt;Thus Mohammad Atta was freed and eventually thanked the US by flying an airplane into Tower One of the World Trade Center. &lt;br/&gt;This was reported by many of the American TV networks at the time that the terrorists were first identified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It was censored in the US from all later reports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://nutellaman.blogspot.com/2006/01/lest-we-forget.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074863.post-111210188451956904</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-05-30T12:59:05.360+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.corriere.it/solferino/severgnini/05-03-26/01.spm&quot;&gt;Corriere della Sera - La stretta di mano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La stretta di mano&lt;br /&gt;Se avete un figlio, insegnategli a stringere la mano. E&#39; ancora un&#39;arte importante in molti Paesi del mondo. Può creare equivoci in India, per motivi religiosi; e in Inghilterra, dove qualsiasi contatto fisico che non sia amoroso o guerresco genera imbarazzo. In Italia, invece, la stretta di mano resta fondamentale. Ma se nessuno la insegna, non la impareremo mai. Solo così si spiegano le spiacevoli esperienze in materia.&lt;br /&gt;IL MOLLE - Quest&#39;uomo non vi consegna un arto, irrorato di sangue e mosso da muscoli e nervi. No: stende verso di voi una sorta di lumacotto. Lo capite però solo quando lo stringete. In quel preciso momento provate una sensazione spiacevole, ma è tardi: la mano inerte è dentro la vostra, vitale come un raviolo di pongo. Un consiglio alle lettrici: usate le unghie. Magari riuscite a ottenere qualche reazione.&lt;br /&gt;L&#39;ERCULEO - E l&#39;antitesi del Molle. Qualcuno gli ha detto che la mano va stretta con decisione, e lui si mette d&#39;impegno. Vi stritola l&#39;arto e s&#39;aspetta che sorridiate. Talvolta è un sadico che s&#39;è allenato in palestra e vuole vedervi soffrire; spesso è solo un tipo più robusto che furbo, incapace di valutare la propria forza. Quando in chiesa si sente «Scambiatevi un segno della pace!», la gente gli fa vuoto intorno.&lt;br /&gt;IL VISCIDO - Non si tratta di un giudizio morale, ma fisiologico. Il viscido ha la mano sudaticcia: stringergliela è come prendere una carpa per la testa. Un&#39;esperienza interessante, se uno ama la pesca ed è preparato; ma quando accade in un salotto o in un ufficio, l&#39;esperienza è fastidiosamente scivolosa.&lt;br /&gt;IL MALIZIOSO - Stringe la mano a una bella signora e muove le dita, accarezza col pollice, agita il polso: è chiaro che avrebbe voglia di proseguire nel contatto, risalendo l&#39;avambraccio, per arrivare alla spalla e allungarsi in zone non consentite. La sua stretta di mano è un&#39;avance. Anzi: una forma di petting postmoderno. Quando il Malizioso vi prende la mano, sorridete e ditegli: «Che strano. Pensavo che le zampe dei maiali avessero solo tre dita».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beppe Severgnini&lt;br /&gt;da Io Donna - 26 marzo 2005</description><link>http://nutellaman.blogspot.com/2005/03/corriere-della-sera-la-stretta-di-mano.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>