- This is yet another sign that we should not on holiday. I really don't feel like getting on a plane right now.
- But you're suicidal!
- Of course I am, but I would like to choose how and when to die by myself

....come ho potuto?

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STARBUCKS NON APPRODA NEL NOSTRO PAESE

In Italia niente «frappuccino»

«Gli italiani sono fissati sulla caffeina» scrive Il Financial Times e amano i loro ’baristi’

ROMA - Niente approdo in Italia per la maxi catena di caffetterie Starbucks, costretta a «inchinarsi ai baristi italiani»: lo scrive il quotidiano economico Financial Times. La penetrazione commerciale dello spacciatore di ’frappuccini’ e ’lattes’ è arrivata in Giordania, Russia, Egitto, in totale 43 paesi al mondo. L’Italia manca all’appello. Perché gli italiani sono fissati sulla caffeina, scrive Adrian Michaels, e amano i loro ’baristi’.

Ma il punto secondo Michaels non è che i bar italiani offrono un prodotto migliore o più vario (entrambi affermazioni discutibili di fronte alla gamma dei prodotti Starbucks, e sui gusti non si discute). Il punto è che la catena in Italia incontrerebbe una concorrenza serratissima (quale non esiste in nessuna altra parte del mondo) senza poter offrire prezzi competitivi. «Un espresso in Italia costa di solito meno di 1 euro, un doppio espresso da Starbucks a Parigi costa 2 euro e il singolo non esiste» nota l’articolista.

Gli italiani poi sono abituati ad avere la loro tazzina in pochi secondi: gli operatori Starbucks dovrebbero muoversi più in fretta. E poi muoversi in Italia per le multinazionali «è storicamente difficile». Sia come sia, l’idea di Starbucks sarebbe nata proprio da un viaggio in Italia secondo Howard Schultz, «l’uomo più connesso al successo» della catena. E la compagnia sostiene: «Se non siamo in Italia è per una questione di umiltà e rispetto. Non perché l’Italia non sia una priorità strategica». Insomma, per avere un «frappuccino», bisognerà continuare ad andare oltre confine.

Fonte: Corriere della Sera

 

 

"SHUT UP! Nobody cares what you think. Really. In fact, all of you should just kill yourselves." T.R.

Amo Luttazzi, e purtroppo per problemi miei non sono riuscita a vedere tutte le puntate di Decameron, oggi leggo sul Corriere online che Luttazzi è stato licenziato da La7 per una battuta che ha fatto su Giuliano Ferrara. La battuta a me ha fatto molto ridere ma posso anche capire...
Quello che mi sconvolge invece è il fatto che dal sito de La7 siano stati rimossi tutti i videoclip di Decameron. Li stavo guardando proprio adesso, finito uno ne ho cliccato un altro e puf...mi linka alla pagina principale dei media, ne clicco un altro e lo stesso. Faccio back con la freccina e avanti e puf la pagina dei video di Decameron non c'è più.
Non so quale sia il motivo della rimozione dei video, forse un problema legale...ma certo la cosa a me, personalmente come utente televisivo atipico (la tv me la guardo su internet quando voglio io e con i tempi miei), non ha fatto proprio piacere. Il problema è che la7 ha fatto rimuovere i filmati anche da Youtube. Questo si lo trovo inaccettabile.

...my dad is on Myspace O______O

A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. otherwise I cant go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire acts a little old.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path Ive chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

Im gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path Ive chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I still may. and I still may.
Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path Ive chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may. and I still may. and I still may.

I'm gonna wait it out.
I'm gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.

Tell Me Where It Hurts

What is my day going to look like?
What will my tomorrow bring me?
If I had x-ray eyes, I could see inside
I wouldn’t have to predict the future

I wish that you would do with some talking
How else am I to know what you’re thinking?
If only people would say what it really was
What it really was
What it really was that they wanted

Tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
They don't like me; I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell

Did they ever give you a reason
To believe in something different
If you’re looking for love, for what it's worth
I have plenty of it lying around here somewhere

If you are looking for disappointment
You can find it around any corner
In the middle of the night I hold on to you tight
So both of us can feel protected

Tell me where it hurts,
to hell with everybody else.
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't like me; yeah I can tell
but you do, so they can go to hell

I’ve been loved but I didn’t know how to feel it
And I’ve been adored but I don’t know if I ever believed it
I’ve been loved my whole life but I didn’t know how to take it
Until...

So tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't like me, yeah I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell
But you do, so they can go to hell

Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts now
Tell me where it hurts...

And yesterday I got my ass chewed by the general manager of the company.

I followed a link to an horoscope posted by a_muse_d, I never usually even read horoscope, but the one for Leo of this week is so appropriate....

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"Don't do it," the voice whispers when you're on the verge of locking your keys in your car or leaving the bar with the cute drunk you just met. "Go back," it murmurs as you start to walk away from a huge, though initially inconvenient, opportunity.

I don't know what is wrong with me...I feel all kind of weird. Actually I've been feeling like this since my birthday last Sunday more or less. I feel like I'm in a daze, I'm forgetful, when I drive I get lost or turn at wrong turns when I know exactly where I am and where I'm supposed to go. I have lost 3 kilos in less than a week (oh I am SO not complaining about this) and I seem to have lost my appetite, it's 3.30pm here and all I ate today was a slice of bread. Now my lip is all swollen and it looks like I'm getting a cold sore...I've never had a cold sore in 37 years!

Someone asked me to do a compilation for them...usually I was the one asking for compilations...this is very flattering to me.