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May 24, 2013

Padre sbagliato – Il traffico

cautionCome forse sapete, io, Truck Driver,sono un fervido sostenitore del Pan per focaccia quale attitudine generica alle relazioni interpersonali. Non che sia sprovvisto di buon senso e/o di gioia o di ammore, ma ritengo che la modalità ‘Non porgere l’altra guancia’ in un paese come il nostro, dove l’impunità e l’arroganza sono di casa, sia migliore, più efficace, e con un ritorno educativo da non sottovalutare, alla lunga.


Detto questo, come spesso accade al genitore di oggi, un conto è gonfiare i...

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Published on May 24, 2013 00:00

May 18, 2013

Our Selection 4 (Steele Rudd)

Steele Rudd


Chapter 4.


When the Wolf was at the Door.


There had been a long stretch of dry weather, and we were cleaning out the waterhole. Dad was down the hole shovelling up the dirt; Joe squatted on the brink catching flies and letting them go again without their wings — a favourite amusement of his; while Dan and Dave cut a drain to turn the water that ran off the ridge into the hole — when it rained. Dad was feeling dry, and told Joe to fetch him a drink.


Joe said: “See first if this cove ca...

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Published on May 18, 2013 20:42

May 16, 2013

Our Selection 3 (Steele Rudd)

Steele Rudd


Chapter 3. Before We Got The Deeds



Our selection adjoined a sheep-run on the Darling Downs, and boasted of few and scant improvements, though things had gradually got a little better than when we started. A verandahless four-roomed slab-hut now standing out from a forest of box-trees, a stock-yard, and six acres under barley were the only evidence of settlement. A few horses — not ours — sometimes grazed about; and occasionally a mob of cattle — also not ours — cows with young calve...

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Published on May 16, 2013 21:38

May 15, 2013

Padre sbagliato – Festa di compleanno

MerciBday1-795773Facile definirsi diversi dal branco, alternativi o per usare un termine figo ‘sbagliati’. Uno mangia per due giorni verdura biologica e dice no alwurstel crudo che gli offre la mammadurante ilpic pic della domenica all’Idroscalo -dopo l’immancabile insalata di riso, oppure una sera a casa d’un botto spegne la tv, così, perchè ha appena letto su Focus che a tv spenta e musica classica di sottofondo ci sono più possibilità che il proprio partner abbia voglia di fare sesso, e crede di potersi an...

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Published on May 15, 2013 00:00

May 14, 2013

Our Selection 2 (Steele Rudd)

Steele Rudd


Chapter 2. Our First Harvest



If there is anything worse than burr-cutting or breaking stones, it’s putting corn in with a hoe. We had just finished. The girls were sowing the last of the grain when Fred Dwyer appeared on the scene. Dad stopped and talked with him while we (Dan, Dave and myself) sat on our hoe-handles, like kangaroos on their tails, and killed flies. Terrible were the flies, particularly when you had sore legs or the blight. Dwyer was a big man with long, brown arms...

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Published on May 14, 2013 02:33

May 13, 2013

Our Selection (Steele Rudd)

Steele Rudd


Starting the Selection.



It’s twenty years ago now since we settled on the Creek. Twenty years! I remember well the day we came from Stanthorpe, on Jerome’s dray — eight of us, and all the things — beds, tubs, a bucket, the two cedar chairs with the pine bottoms and backs that Dad put in them, some pint-pots and old Crib. It was a scorching hot day, too — talk about thirst! At every creek we came to we drank till it stopped running. Dad didn’t travel up with us: he had gone some mont...

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Published on May 13, 2013 01:37

May 8, 2013

Padre sbagliato – I cattivi

Bad-Guy_Douglas-DollarsMi scrivono dalla provincia di Isernia che la mini-serie Padre Sbagliato è probabilmente la cosa più fresca ed esaltante dai tempi di Drive In di Antonio Ricci. Addirittura. Ora, non so se tale ‘Osvaldo da Isernia’ esista davvero e se sia serio o faceto, ma la cosa non mi interessa in fondoe il complimento mi lusinga assai- da ragazzino ero ossessionato da Tinì Cansino, oltre che da Amanda Lear. Dunque, grazie Osvaldo. Come butta a Isernia, a proposito? Ma è vero che il Molise non esiste? Ho...

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Published on May 08, 2013 01:10

May 3, 2013

Slogan idioti di anni fa

CiribiribiribiCi sono tanti modi per capire quanto una società, intesa come moltitudine unita in senso territoriale,sia messa male. Si possono analizzare dati macroeconomici, si possono valutare tendenze e comportamenti sociali, si possono anche fare paragoni internazionali percapire meglio dove sia stato l’eventuale problema (da una o daentrambe le parti).Sono argomenti interessanti,roba daprospetti grafici de ‘L’Internazionale’, per intendersi. Specialmente in un paese come il nostro, dove tuttistraparla...

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Published on May 03, 2013 00:00

May 2, 2013

The Night-born (Jack London)

A photograph of author Jack London on his ranc...

Jack London


It was in the old Alta-Inyo Club–a warm night for San Francisco–and through the open windows, hushed and far, came the brawl of the streets. The talk had led on from the Graft Prosecution and the latest signs that the town was to be run wide open, down through all the grotesque sordidness and rottenness of man-hate and man-meanness, until the name of O’Brien was mentioned–O’Brien, the promising young pugilist who had been killed in the prize-ring the night before. At once the air h...

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Published on May 02, 2013 05:03

April 29, 2013

Dice, Brassknuckles & Guitar (Francis Scott Fitzgerald)

Francis Scott Fitzgerald


Parts of New Jersey, as you know, are under water, and other parts are under continual surveillance by the authorities. But here and there lie patches of garden country dotted with old-fashioned frame mansions, which have wide shady porches and a red swing on the lawn. And perhaps, on the widest and shadiest of the porches there is even a hammock left over from the hammock days, stirring gently in a mid-Victorian wind. When tourists come to such last-century landmarks...

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Published on April 29, 2013 03:01