"... Under the bridge cabin
Pierin there that makes the poop, the doctor
the measure, the measure
thirty-three,
stand under it's up to you ..."
you ever be visited by the "Genius"?
There's going to feel sometimes inhabited by a 'numinous energy "would not know the precise origin of which make properly account? And sometimes that all this occurs, there seems to savor a feeling similar to the incoordination of movements which are easy prey when fiddling with the razor in front of the mirror, trying to raise the hairs on and around the ears? (Actually, the first metaphor that I had jumped to mind was far more cheap, and "scurrilozza" instead of no: a matter of bewilderment onanistic the unusual use of the limb causes left in the proprioceptive response of the right-General of the solitary scholar "DIY" ... fortunately, however, that at the end of this metaphor has not really done anything ...).
But let's step by step and curbed the "fregnacciometro.
If I started well today, was of course to tell you how the "genius" is in effect from time to time I visit, which also happened to me recently. This does not mean to brag of being the guy that I suddenly found a linear explanation of the theorem of Riemann, or that if it comes up with a new theory capable of making the whole shebang less creaking economy and global politics.
If a little 'I know now, you know you are certainly not the type to brag too much of its supposed virtues. Instead, what I tend to do, if anything, is preferably somewhat slanted side dell'autoflagellazione. The combination between me and the "Genius" is thus quite different meanings of intentionality.
We must be clear on what you mean by the term "genius". Using this "little word" I mean those circumstances in which we seem to act (or, more frequently, to speak) driven by an external will. The phenomenon is expressed more easily in language, or at least in this sense it is easier to take immediate examples, and it is a similar case that I want to tell.
This is how the "genius" came to visit me. In
office locations are surrounded by three or four colleagues, so it becomes almost spontaneous exchange the occasional chat. My colleague on my left, I do not remember under what reasoning, I was talking about a certain bridge. I mean a real bridge, real, purpose built one of those artifacts to cross rivers, orographic obstacles or the like, without getting wet feet.
My colleague to my right, that joke is not above the tank, catching the ball on the bounce of the speech, caught my attention and said: "... ... Gillipix Bridge Cabin !...».
To which I, with instinctive reaction "semi-Pavlovian," I could not do without him eco-tone, then proceed as follows: "Under ... Bridge Cabin, which is Pierin poo .... "
To go into the playful exchange of views at that point another colleague tells me: "... But you know ?...».
Now ask me if I know "Under the Bridge Cabin" would be like asking whether Descartes knew what they were and ordered the x-axis. In mythology idiotic childish-70s are practically born in the middle, I have nurtured from an early age, I breathed the air of my childhood. Among the "ghost cheese" and "... there are a German, a Frenchman, an American and an Italian ..." good and essential part of my cultural background has shaped.
In particular, the sublime verses of "Under the Bridge Cabin" remember them in playful count used to determine who should "be under" hide and seek or other similar competitions bambineggianti. To be fair
exegetical should be added that there was also a version further "unconventional". Instead of the traditional closed end with "... turn ... to be under" extreme this transposition took leave from the last "counted" in the epilogue with mock surprise: "... a bell'asino is you ...."
whole atmosphere in the office joke had gone so condensing such stimuli around the edges "proust-ianeggianti. Was it perhaps for this reason that the "Genius" was once again way to express themselves through me.
I want to reiterate, though: if I speak of 'Genius' in association with my person, I do not absolutely absolutely no credentials to gain credit for ingenuity. This is not what I mean. Indeed, the very fact that I usually anything but a brilliant talker, is confirmation of my address. Rarely have the ready wit, are embarrassed dialectically. In short, in conversations leading to some brilliance.
is why I think I can say with even more justified knowledge of the facts, that the answer given by me all'imbeccata colleague, also for the extraordinary speed with which I sprung to his lips, was not after all my work, but the "Genius" which I furtively visited.
"... Under the bridge cabin, there Pierin that makes the poo ..." I have done precisely.
"... But you know ?...» retorted my colleague.
And I still, with the rapidity of half a blink of an eye, I then ruled: "... Of course I know: I have brought to maturity !...».
Pierin there that makes the poop, the doctor
the measure, the measure
thirty-three,
stand under it's up to you ..."
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you ever be visited by the "Genius"?
There's going to feel sometimes inhabited by a 'numinous energy "would not know the precise origin of which make properly account? And sometimes that all this occurs, there seems to savor a feeling similar to the incoordination of movements which are easy prey when fiddling with the razor in front of the mirror, trying to raise the hairs on and around the ears? (Actually, the first metaphor that I had jumped to mind was far more cheap, and "scurrilozza" instead of no: a matter of bewilderment onanistic the unusual use of the limb causes left in the proprioceptive response of the right-General of the solitary scholar "DIY" ... fortunately, however, that at the end of this metaphor has not really done anything ...).
But let's step by step and curbed the "fregnacciometro.
If I started well today, was of course to tell you how the "genius" is in effect from time to time I visit, which also happened to me recently. This does not mean to brag of being the guy that I suddenly found a linear explanation of the theorem of Riemann, or that if it comes up with a new theory capable of making the whole shebang less creaking economy and global politics.
If a little 'I know now, you know you are certainly not the type to brag too much of its supposed virtues. Instead, what I tend to do, if anything, is preferably somewhat slanted side dell'autoflagellazione. The combination between me and the "Genius" is thus quite different meanings of intentionality.
We must be clear on what you mean by the term "genius". Using this "little word" I mean those circumstances in which we seem to act (or, more frequently, to speak) driven by an external will. The phenomenon is expressed more easily in language, or at least in this sense it is easier to take immediate examples, and it is a similar case that I want to tell.
This is how the "genius" came to visit me. In
office locations are surrounded by three or four colleagues, so it becomes almost spontaneous exchange the occasional chat. My colleague on my left, I do not remember under what reasoning, I was talking about a certain bridge. I mean a real bridge, real, purpose built one of those artifacts to cross rivers, orographic obstacles or the like, without getting wet feet.
My colleague to my right, that joke is not above the tank, catching the ball on the bounce of the speech, caught my attention and said: "... ... Gillipix Bridge Cabin !...».
To which I, with instinctive reaction "semi-Pavlovian," I could not do without him eco-tone, then proceed as follows: "Under ... Bridge Cabin, which is Pierin poo .... "
To go into the playful exchange of views at that point another colleague tells me: "... But you know ?...».
Now ask me if I know "Under the Bridge Cabin" would be like asking whether Descartes knew what they were and ordered the x-axis. In mythology idiotic childish-70s are practically born in the middle, I have nurtured from an early age, I breathed the air of my childhood. Among the "ghost cheese" and "... there are a German, a Frenchman, an American and an Italian ..." good and essential part of my cultural background has shaped.
In particular, the sublime verses of "Under the Bridge Cabin" remember them in playful count used to determine who should "be under" hide and seek or other similar competitions bambineggianti. To be fair
exegetical should be added that there was also a version further "unconventional". Instead of the traditional closed end with "... turn ... to be under" extreme this transposition took leave from the last "counted" in the epilogue with mock surprise: "... a bell'asino is you ...."
whole atmosphere in the office joke had gone so condensing such stimuli around the edges "proust-ianeggianti. Was it perhaps for this reason that the "Genius" was once again way to express themselves through me.
I want to reiterate, though: if I speak of 'Genius' in association with my person, I do not absolutely absolutely no credentials to gain credit for ingenuity. This is not what I mean. Indeed, the very fact that I usually anything but a brilliant talker, is confirmation of my address. Rarely have the ready wit, are embarrassed dialectically. In short, in conversations leading to some brilliance.
is why I think I can say with even more justified knowledge of the facts, that the answer given by me all'imbeccata colleague, also for the extraordinary speed with which I sprung to his lips, was not after all my work, but the "Genius" which I furtively visited.
"... Under the bridge cabin, there Pierin that makes the poo ..." I have done precisely.
"... But you know ?...» retorted my colleague.
And I still, with the rapidity of half a blink of an eye, I then ruled: "... Of course I know: I have brought to maturity !...».
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