6 October -   The other team that plays with them on a Tuesday (weather and attendance permitting) FC v Llandudno Jet Set AFC

13 October - Llandudno Jet Set AFC v The Transformers

20 0ctober - Llandudno Jet Set AFC v Real Ale Madrid

27 October - Tal-Y-Bont v Llandudno Jet Set AFC

3 November - FC Barakuda v Llandudno Jet Set AFC

10 November - The other team that plays with them on a Tuesday (weather and attendance permitting) FC  v Llandudno Jet Set AFC

17 November - Llandudno Jet Set AFC v The Transformers

24 November - Llandudno Jet Set AFC v Real Ale Madrid

1 December - Tal-Y-Bont v  Llandudno Jet Set AFC

8 December - FC Barakuda v  Llandudno Jet Set AFC

15 December - The other team that plays with them on a Tuesday (weather and attendance permitting) FC  v Llandudno Jet Set AFC

5 January - Llandudno Jet Set AFC v The Transformers 

12 January - Llandudno Jet Set AFC v Real Ale Madrid

19 January - Tal-Y-Bont v Llandudno Jet Set AFC

As you can see we're playing the same teams three times, familiarity will probably breed contempt 

The mist enveloped everything, it was all we could see. Strange lights passed us. Were we in the the nth dimension? 

No, it was the road to Porthmadog and the mist wasn't mist, it was horizontal rain. We made it through the rivers, we made it across the precariously shiny tarmac. The inside of the car felt like a cave. It was one of those days that makes your bones feel damp. It was just the kind of day to watch football in one of the rainiest regions in Britain.

The short journey from the clubhouse to cover wasn't short enough so now I was literally wet as well as psychologically. The first half was easy; 2-0 up after half an hour. It could have been more as well. The referee made some inexplicable decisions but we were winning so it didn't matter, like.

Whilst in the club shop at half time I had to share space with two blokes who seemed to be unnaturally excited that they sold programmes: "Fucking Hell, look at that!! United!!" This felt very strange indeed; their attire (Grown-Up Scally) convinced one that neither of them were "readers"

The second half was boring. We scored again and that was that. Some time later I finally noticed what the two really loud people nearby  were shouting; irritating slogans that they'd learnt from Soccer AM. It was the scallies from the shop. Porth scored and the scallies roared. Two minutes later Porth scored again so they renewed their barrage. Unfortunately for us they took themselves down to the end Porth were attacking, their magnatism was sure to pull the ball in. It didn't work and we won, hurrah!!

While we're on the subject of fans, where were the Rhyl fans today? A little bit of rain and they don't turn up, bloody glory hunters.

Now I like rain as much as the next man but not all at once. Every bloody time I ventured out of my luxurious dwelling in the last week I've been drenched. It's high time that this kind of thing has to stop, I mean what do we vote for politicians for anyway.

The final straw was today. During the first half I was "under cover" so only a few drops dripped on to my head constantly. By half time I was ready to denounce my comrades so I snapped out of that and went into the damp club shop to usher irritating children out of it.

The second half delivered the anticipated soaking; by the end of the game I felt like I'd retrieved a rubber brick from the floor of the deep end several times. I saw Phil taking photos but I had to stand in the open end getting wet so I couldn't chat for too long. The goal came at about 75 minutes and it was a lovely side footer by Sharpy past the fabulously attired keeper, pink again. We should have won by more but at least we're through.

Speaking about of the atmospheric condition has reminded me of this; Attention Weather fans!!! There's only a month to go to Airbus away now, you'd better be off to the nearest sailors' outfitters.

I needed to get something from Farrar Road so there I was in Farrar Road, coincidentally the reserves were playing too. I stopped to watch, which was nice of me. The shop was steadfastly unbreachable but not being a scally I left the lock untouched. The match was quite good entertainment. Nefyn scored first and it was 1-1 at half time. Bangor scored 7 in the second half, including a Baggio-esque goal from Caio.

I've never seen a team score 10 goals in a game, so I was disappointed, at the end of the day, Brian, like I said.

I'm beginning to feel disenchantment with vibes, they don't foretell anything. Yes, I'm ready to put Medieval belief systems to one side and embrace centuries of years of intellectual progression. All it took was a football match, hurrah for Association Football.

Here's the empirical evidence; Gap Connah's Quay Nomads (GCQN) are fresh from having temporary employment cash pumped into their system. Therefore they should have presented a rather trickily shaped hurdle. However, during this incursion into Connah's Quay the hurdle was cleared with a lot to spare. 

The Ultras found space at the back of the stand. There were more Bangor flags than GCQN fans. Sion scored as Shotton's dreaming chimneys faded in the sunset. GCQN equalised thanks to some intelligent running by an appirition, our defence were so rigid with fear that the ball moved freely towards our goal. The GCQN fan went wild. City regained the lead shortly before half time when the ball was bundled in, mostly thanks to Sharpy. We won the "second half battle"(®Andy Gray)  due to our advanced strategic planning and fused together shirts.

During the triumphal second half the young Bangor fans taunted the GCQN fan with relentless chanting "durr durr durr du durrr Sexy Football"... "We can see you sneaking out"... "Shoes off if you love Bangor" etc etc etc. The baton has been passed.

There can be few more irritating sights in football than an away team celebrating a point as if they've won the bloody league. Just imagine Aber, if you'd have scored you could have had a banquet in the town hall.

Note for Aber's number 8;

If you can't take erudite criticism then don't play like a complete arsehole.

The chip on your shoulder may have prevented you from growing to adult size but that's no excuse for producing such an ostentatious display of "short man syndrome", why the anger maaaan? It is possible to be quiet and dignified and still be an effective association footballer, just look at Ashley Cole. The dignified approach works in life too!! Gandhi freed an entire sub-continent from colonial oppression using it. I'm only thinking of you at the end of the day.

Just tripped my dome off/scared my brain for life on that Sesame Street send up of Twin Peaks, I'm busy looking at something else now (Oasis videos, don't fucking ask!) so no link, just google "sesame street twin peaks youtube" and you too can melt your mind and ruin every innocent thought you ever had. This reminds me to find a place on a shelf for my complete Twin Peaks VHS collection and maybe the Kubrick boxed set (sans Eyes Wide Shut, Paths of Glory, and the Killers).

I want:

- HD camcorder, maybe the kind with a hard-drive so I don't have to fuck with tapes because I'm useless, and some kind of touch screen. I think the Sony Corporation makes something I could use.

- Final Cut Studio, or whatever the fuck it is called, iMovie is useless or I am, and I have actual ideas I need to materialize and iMovie will not make that happen.

- a 100 GB external hard-drive because I am basically juggling shit constantly onto DVD or zipped archives from my habit of rabidly downloading music and movies and making music and videos.

- 8 channel Mackie mixer, I hear this would help me a lot, I don't mind having a Frankenstein set-up, but I mind not having a mixer, oh yeah and like some Gemini two channel mixer, I need that two.

Uh, Raymond Pettibone designed the Black Flag logo.

If you listen to their CD you'd be fooled into thinking that they were just a cutesy twee little band taking their cues from the likes of other big bands like Broken Social Scene (rough guitars and swelling violins) and the Polyphonic Spree (general joyful happiness and rich female backing melodies.)Live however they prove to be a force to be reckoned with.

The audience barely had time to hear the lead singer Gareth's "Hello Belfast" before the guitars were slammed into action and with the help of Gareth's shouty verses and the other instruments a wailing wall of noise was made. They have perfected the loud/quiet sound using the harmonies of female vocals and violins to tie the songs together and introducing a new (to me at least) concept of the xylophone solo during the quieter more sentimental moments.

It's not just the ferocity of the playing during the verses that made the audience pay attention to the Campesino tribe it's the energy that they have on stage too. From the professional amateur dramatics (everything from leaping off other peoples instruments to taking your top off and diving into the audience while still singing) to the extraordinary amount of toe tappable and hand clappable chorus' that they have managed to craft even the oldies at the back managed to loosen up and bop their head to the beat.

The opening acts were also great with a charming set from Cat Malojian the guitar strumming and banjo plucking duo from Lurgan and regular circuit goers Kowalski and Two Door Cinema Club who both provided not just some high quality tunes but also additional entertainment in the form of an interband Bastille Day celebratory song and interactive game, "Is it a pain au chocolat, or is it an onion?"

If you yourself would like to play the "Is it a pain au chocolat, or is it an onion?" game it's really very simple:
1. Find yourself a band and an audience.
2. Together sing "Is it a pain au chocolat or is it an onion?" several times to no specific tune.
3. Have your audience shout out their guesses (onion OR pain au chocolat)
4. Shower your audience with gifts of sprouting onions and stale pain au chocolats.
5. Enjoy.

Overall I'd have to say the night was a success and if this is the base line standard for events at Trans 2008 then I wouldn't want to miss a thing.

Links:

Los Campesinos!

Cat Malojian

Two Door Cinema Club

Kowalski

Ciao Paolo, grazie di avere accettato il mio invito. Questo Blog si chiama "Dalle prime battute"; a quando risalgono le tue prime battute nel mondo letterario?

Al 1996 quando pubblicai un millelire di aforismi di Bukowski dal titolo “Seppellitemi vicino all’ippodromo così che possa sentire l’ebrezza della volata finale”. E’ ancora in circolazione...

Ogni scrittore segue un suo metodo di lavoro. Stephen King ha diviso rigidamente la sua giornata in funzione della scrittura. Tu quale metodo usi?

Putroppo io non faccio solo lo scrittore e quindi ho adottato il metodo del “quando posso”. Devo ritagliarmi i tempi per la scrittura: la notte, i weekend, i viaggi in treno...

Che cosa significa per te scrivere?

E’ una passione. Alcuni coltivano orchidee, altri costruiscono galeoni in miniatura. Io scrivo.

Nel 2006 hai pubblica con la Fermento "Il mio nome è Bukowski". Qual è il tuo rapporto con questo grande autore americano?

Charles Bukowski è il mio scrittore feticcio: se sono qui a parlare dei miei romanzi è grazie ai suoi libri.. La scintilla scattò grazie ad un suo libro: Post Office. Mi ha folgorato. Lo stile, i dialoghi. C'era tutto in quelle pagine. Il mio desiderio di diventare scrittore lo devo a quel romanzo.

Quali sono gli autori che più ti hanno influenzato?

Oltre a Bukowski, per uqanto riguarda il giallo uno su tutti: Giorgio Scerbanenco. Ancora attualissimo. Poi: Vasquez Montalban, Izzo, Ellroy e Massimo Carlotto.

C'è chi si rivolge al Pod, chi invece cede alle lusinghe degli editori a pagamento. Cosa pensi di questi due metodi offerti oggi dal mercato a chi aspira alla pubblicazione?

Sono scettico. La gavetta, quella fatta di lettere di rifiuti, di porte in faccia, di risposte prestampate credo sia formativa per il carattere di uno scrittore. Aiuta a fare autocritica, a chiedersi: vale davvero la pena andare avanti? Valgo davvero qualcosa?
La pubblicazione a portata di tutti, questi filtri non li ha e spesso non è un bene.

Tu sei molto attivo anche in rete; hai due blog, un sito e la rivista "MilanoNera". Pensi che il web sia uno strumento utile per l'arte della scrittura?

Molto. La rete è ancora libera. La gente può confrontarsi, parlare di libri, dibattere. Ed è un mezzo di promozione formidabile anche per gli esordienti.

A proposito della rivesta "MilanoNera", da maggio, oltre alla versione on line, c'è anche la versione cartacea distribuita nelle librerie. Come mai questa scelta?

MilanoNera è un’avventura che porto avanti dall’agosto del 2006 quando, coinvolgendo nell’impresa altri amici scrittori, critici letterari e giornalisti, fondai il blognoir MilanoNera. Da allora di strada ne abbiamo fatta parecchia: in diciotto mesi di attività abbiamo
recensito quasi quattrocento libri, intervistato un centinaio di scrittori e il blog, che nel frattempo si è trasformato in portale, si è guadagnato la fiducia di diverse migliaia di lettori ogni mese.
Risultati che hanno convinto l’editore Kowalski, e noi della redazione, ad associarci per intraprendere la strada della carta stampata creando così MilanoNera web press, un giornale che nasce dalla rete e arriva in libreria, gratuitamente.
E’ completamente a colori e viene distribuito, con cadenza bimestrale, in tutte le librerie d’Italia con una forte presenza nei punti vendita Feltrinelli di cui il marchio Kowalski fa parte.
Un’avventura partita in solitaria col tempo si è trasformata in una rivista collettiva proponendosi come punto di riferimento per gli appassionanti del genere, lettori e addetti ai lavori.

Ci puoi raccontare la genesi del tuo ultimo romanzo "Niente baci alla francese"?

Per scrivere parto sempre da qualcosa di reale: da una situazione o da un avvenimento di cronaca e da lì poi costruisco la mia storia. Nel caso di questo romanzo volevo raccontare Milano: i suoi problemi, le sue contraddizioni. E oggi il maggior problema di questa metropoli è l'inquinamento. Ho affrontato il tema a modo mio, anzi alla maniera di Radeschi, il giornalista hacker protagonista dei miei romanzi: da vero cinico qual è, non potendo più girare con la sua vespa gialla del '74, è quasi felice quando fanno fuori il sindaco (che non è la Moratti ma un personaggio di fantasia!)... Indagando poi incappa immancabilmente nell'attualità dell'ecopass, dei magnati russi e del resto. Il giallo, in fondo, è da sempre il genere che più di tutti gli altri si presta per raccontare la realtà, la nostra società in un determinato momento storico.

A cosa stai lavorando ora?

Il 4 settembre uscirà per i tipi Kowalski il mio nuovo romanzo “Taccuino di una sbronza” un libro di matrice bukowskiana, non un giallo quindi... Niente paura però: Radeschi tornerà nel 2009 con una nuova avventura.

Per concludere, quali consigli daresti a chi ambisce diventare scrittore?

Non barare col lettore. Scrivi per gli altri e non per te stesso. Non lanciarti in voli pindarici per far vedere che sei bravo a costruire frasi di quattro righe senza punteggiatura. Fai le cose facili. E pensa che una bella trama sopravvive anche ad una cattiva scrittura. Un'ottima scrittura, invece, non riesce ad averla vinta su una mediocre idea di base.
Per scrivere il romanzo, poi, tutto quello che ti serve è aver letto (e continuare a farlo) molti libri. Se non leggi non puoi scrivere. Semplice no?

Grazie Paolo e buon lavoro.

Note to governors: This is what losing a hockey bet looks like

By Greg Wyshynski

Like any prideful politician, Pennsylvania Gov. Ed Rendell was confident his Pittsburgh Penguins would defeat the Detroit Red Wings and win the Stanley Cup. (Well, "his Penguins" in the sense that it's "his state." We all know the guy bleeds orange and black.) But alas, the Red Wings have the Cup, and Rendell lost his bet with Michigan Gov. Jennifer Granholm. Which means this happened ...

Rendell tossed on a Red Wings sweater, downed some Faygo Rock and Rye pop and posed with a bumper sticker. Close inspection reveals some Detroit-made Kowalski Kowality Sausages in front of him; but where are those Michigan cherries?

If nothing else, Rendell's gracious defeat should impress Detroit fans; which means Obama's got another swing-state reason to consider him for veep.

While we didn't have a rooting interest in the finals, it's too bad we won't have the photographic grandeur of seeing Granholm attempting to tackle a Primanti Bros. sandwich.

Lance cared a lot about his children, but had realised before coming to the island that several families starting out in a new place would mean many children, to populate the town.  As a result, he'd bought a great many items that he thought the other young families would like to buy.  Not unexpectedly, Shayne and Miriam turned up, and bought lots of items - more than they could possibly need for just Ena.  Edgar also arrived wanting to buy lots of baby items, but became angry at the sight of the Sahrs and left without buying anything.

Shayne and Miriam had brought their daughter, Ena along whilst they shopped - she quickly found her way inside to play with the boys!  All three children got along so well that Shayne and Miriam left Ena to play for a few hours, as they had to go home to "continue unpacking".

Lance loved having the three kids play together - and he was well reimbursed for his time watching Ena.

Notes: I've been wanting to set up a daycare in the Sims 2 for YEARS - but I've never really been able to.  I found that this one worked rather well, but was so excited by testing it out that I didn't get very many pictures of the toddlers playing together before they grew up.  Maybe sometime in the future once there are more kids in the neighbourhood...

Ah, no, antes comentar que mi dentista mazo wais me ha dado el alta. Como lo estás oyendo. Me quitó los puntos, me enseñó el cráter con unos espejos, y me dijo hala, veste. Yo, personalmente, sigo con una sinusitis bien maja derivada de la escabechina, y aún siento un aire pasar por los huecos, pero bueno, si el dotor dice que ya está, pos ya estará.

No sigo por ahí porque ese es uno de los capítulos bizarros, y había dicho que hoy no. Pero lo utilizo para empalmar con la crónica del Forward, ese festival. Llegamos el viernes al Telefónica Arena justo a tiempo de ver empezar a tocar a las Ladytronas. Era aún de día, y había gente, pero había poca gente. Muy poca. Dicen que el festival fue un poco fracaso, no sé; a medida que iba avanzando la noche se fué medio llenando, incluso se colapsaron las barras, pero lo cierto es que no era aquello como lo del Infinitamente, que se hace en el mismo estadio, ni mucho menos.

El nexo con mi maladie es que decidí usar unos tapones para los oídos, por las interconexiones tremendas que hay entre oído, nariz y boca; no sé si sirvió de mucho porque al día siguiente me encontraba francamente de la sinusitis, pero desde luego ha sido mejor que no llevarlos, y fueraparte el uso puntual, me pareció muy bien el efecto que se consigue. Me parece que aunque esté mejor de lo mío voy a llevarlos siempre a festivales y sesiones de tecnojaus: bailas igual de bien a todo, se reduce muy mucho el traumatismo timpánico, y todo se vuelve mucho menos cansado.

Ladylitronas fenomenal, en su línea, con sus bulgarismos y toda esa parte. Con Diplo y Kowalski bailoteamos un poco; Soulwax estuvo fenomenal, mazo bootlegueros. Fangorda, contra todo pronóstico, encantó, y sabes por qué: es que del disco nuevo solo hizo dos o tres temas, eran principalmente jitazos de siempre. Un cambio de decorado francamente assurdo, y Topy enseñando sus nuevas tetas. De las Nancys mejor ni hablar... ¿cuánto más piensan ir together? ¿Always?

Entre Fangoria y Underworld hubo una trasnmutación de público, y aquello se repletó de malotes mojando el dedo en eme y con la mirada vidriosa y dando botes. Fenomenal, ni medio problema, ya ves, hasta recuerdos que me daban de mi vida no tan lejanamente pasada. Eso si, da para pensar, que crisis, si, mucha crisis, pero llama la atención que tanta gente tenga 55 leuros para desfasar tal que, aparte de las drojas, bebidas, transporte, etecé.

En cualquier caso, Underworld geniaaaal... Yo ya les había visto años ha en el Sonar, espectacular, y esta vez, one more time, me encantó y bailamos bastante. Luego venía Tiga, pero nosotros ya nos fuimos marchando, o sea que 2 Many Dj's nada.

El sábado descansé lo que pude, y por la noche, Corazón y Serpentina en la sala Sol, con lifeonmars y Mr. E. Ahí si que había poca gente... una pena. Me sorprendió que saliera primero Corazón: se supone que son más conocidillos; los probes al salir habíamos cuatro gatos, literal. Disfruté mucho anyway, y con lifeon vimos cómo todas las versiones que hacen (entre ellas una muy chula de Violeta Gómez), llevan en su letra la palabra "corazón". Lo pillas todo, Lady Olé (ellos mismos me lo confirman llamando "avispao" en el myspace de Telecine).

Serpentina muy pero que muy chulo. Yo es que soy bastante fan y me sabía casi todas y las cantaba asín en falsete, porque la maja es soprano, y para las sopranos y castrados es fácil, pero yo tengo testículos, sabes, y como bien dice Barry Gibb en Celebrities de Muchachada Nui, cantar en falsete teniendo los atributos indemnes, pues como que tiene más mérito.

El musicalizador (a.k.a. disc-jockey) de la sala, entre un grupo y otro,estaba venga de poner a unas que me inquietaron, tal que tuve que preguntarle, y no veas que grato descubrimiento. Mesplico: yo siempre he sido muy fané del easy listening (tengo testigos), y dentro de todas sus vertientes me llegué a especializar en artistas del género que versionan, en su estilo retro, a otros artistas más actuales. Mike Flowers y sus temas de Bjork y Oasis, Pastel Vespa haciendo a Alanis, y los discos enteros de versiones de Axel Boys y The Nylons. Pues a estos que tantos gratos momentos me brindaron, ahora se suman las Puppini Sisters.

Estas tres majas, una italiana y dos inglesas, hacen unas versiones alucinantes al estilo del jazz vocal de los años 40 de las Andrew's Sisters. Fastuoso: Beyoncé, Blondie, Gloria Gaynor, Bangles... Flipante. Son mi banda sonora actual.

Abreviando que se me viene la reu. El domingo, un plan improvisado con Equisenorme (iba a ser con Tugramola pero el probe no pudo por motivos laborales): "Speed Racer" en los Kinépolis. Pantallaza y palomitas. La peli es bastante alucinante; el mundo que han creado es un flipe, una especie de futuro súper japo, muy lisérgico, recargadísimo a nivel visual, que no cabe ni un píxel más, oiga. Las carreras, geniales, pero... es que hay como diez carreras. Y entre carrera y carrera, unos larguíiiisimos diálogos culebroneros que te pierdes, bastante aburridos. Pensando creo que han acertado en recrear el espíritu de los dibus originales, pero es que claro, los dibus originales eran muy pero muy infantiles...

Y yo sé lo que digo, Aquí no conocéis a Meteoro, pero yo me críe con él en la caja boba. Mi bici (plegable, de casa Fiori) se llamaba así, Meteoro, y a la de mi hermana Lau yo le puse Trixie, me acuerdo bien. Qué recuerdos... mira, mira. Y descubre, en el final de esta, la intro latinoamericana, de dónde pueden haber sacado los directores, los hermanos Wachowski su inspiración para la escena de las balas de Neo, en la también suya Matrix...

Lucarelli parla del suo ultimo libro “L'Ottava Vibrazione”, edito da Einaudi. Il romanzo nasce da una serie di immagini, una in particolare che Lucarelli sostiene avere avuto dentro la testa per tanto tempo: la bambina che balla a piedi nudi. Sentite cosa racconta:

"Poi sono stao a Massaua, proprio per studiare l'ambientazione del libro, e ho visto la stesa scena che per anni ho avuto nella mia mente: la bambina che balla a piedi nudi. [...] Ho scoperto un mondo di odori, suoni, caldo appiccicoso, che ho sentito di dover descrivere nel libro. I suoni mi hano appassionato, tutti questi dialetti diversi, dovevo riuscire a farlo percepire anche a chi legge il libro".

Non vi dico altro perché non voglio togliervi il gusto di leggere l'intervista per intero.

Vi segnalo invece la nascita di una nuova rivista: MilanoNera web press.
L’idea nasce da MilanoNera uno dei portali più importanti e seguiti in Rete nel campo letteratura gialla, thriller e noir e vede come direttore della testata Paolo Roversi. Gli ottimi risultati ottenuti con l'edizione digitale hanno convisto Kowalski (casa editrice del gruppo Feltrinelli) e MilanoNera ad associarsi per intraprendere la strada della carta stampata: nasce così MilanoNera web press, un giornale gratuito, completamente a colori, dedicato alla lettera tura gialla e noir che verrà distribuito in tutte le librerie d'Italia a partire dal 15 Maggio 2008.
La rivista sarà presentata ufficialmente al Salone del Libro di Torino. A partire dall'8 Maggio il primo numero di MilanoNera sarà in distribuzione presso lo stand Feltrinelli e Kowalski: Padiglione 2, Stand F76.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Birthday: October 25th

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Russian)

Height: 5'11"

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Style: Shoulder length with bangs

Bra Size: 36DD

Place of Origin: Moscow, Russia

Place of Residency: Beverly Hills, CA, USA

Personal Vehicle: None

Occupation: Model, bar tender, waitress

Family: Parents (Aleksei, Stasia), husband (Dimitri)

Romantic Interest: Dimitri Kowalski

Languages: Russian, English

Skills: Modeling, cooking

Hobbies, Sports and Interests: Ice skating, reading, watching hockey, dancing.   Background and biography: This Russian beauty first caught Dimitri's eye while her body was on display via billboard.  He considered himself lucky to meet her in person later that day, and even luckier to be taken into her bed.  What started as a teenage hormone driven affair, blossomed into love.  Irina has found Dimitri to be perfect in every way - from meeting her parents to reacting to her nymphomania.  Even in the few short months they were together, Irina and Dimitri's love grew, bonding their souls in way that not even adults  may ever know.  The two wed after only four months of dating, with the support of both their families. After a year of living blissfully, Irina got a job as a bartender.  Surprisingly the job makes her quite happy. Dress Style: As a model, Irina always looks her best in designer dresses, blouses, and sometimes... just lingerie. ]]> http://jeanyvessecheresse.wordpress.com/?p=199 Mon, 03 Mar 2008 13:32:44 +0000 Jean-Yves Sécheresse http://jeanyvessecheresse.it.wordpress.com/2008/03/03/c%e2%80%99est-le-printemps/ C'est parti. Aujourd'hui, pour une quinzaine de jours, le « printemps des poètes » va reprendre du service. Parmi les dizaines de manifestations proposées, ici à Lyon, mais aussi du côté de Saint-Etienne, il est difficile de s'y retrouver tant la profusion est réelle. Au-delà du prix de la ville de Lyon, le prix Kowalski, remis ce soir à l'opéra au poète William Cleff (Gallimard), le théâtre des Asphodèles (04 78 62 89 42) est un point de passage obligé de ce « Printemps » avec « Passeurs d'Europe », deux soirées internationales autour de la poésie et à travers les langues européennes, les mardi 4 et mercredi 5 à 20h.

Le 8 mars, à la librairie le « Bal des Ardents » les guitares de Rémi Resse et les textes de Jean-Pierre Chambon se réuniront pour « Une nuée de corbeaux dans la bibliothèque ».

Le 13 mars, je vous propose la session slam du « Marché Gare » animée par la section lyonnaise des Amasseurs de mots sans oublier, deux jours plus tard, de se rendre au studio du Théâtre de la Croix Rousse (04 72 07 49 43) pour la présentation du travail de Jean-Marc Avocat, Thierry Renard, Philippe Faure et quelques autres.

La visite du site de la ville de Lyon (www.culturelyon.fr) est une obligation pour organiser votre déambulation pendant une quinzaine riche et variée.

Lyon, le 3 mars 2008.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Birthday: May 19th

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Height: 5'3"

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Style: Shoulder length, worn straight

Bra Size: 34C

Place of Origin: Beverly Hills, CA, USA

Place of Residency: Beverly Hills, CA, USA

Personal Vehicle: Mercedes Benz MacLaren

Occupation: Fashion designer for the house of Hermès/Yves Saint Laurent, model, student (University of Southern California)

Family: Mother (Hilda), stepfather (Oliver), father (Seth), brothers (Dante, Greg, Taro, Dimitri)

Romantic Interest: Jacob Loftus

Languages: English, Italian, Spanish, French, German

Skills: Acting, dancing, playing chess, gymnastics, fashion design, modeling

Hobbies, Sports and Interests: Running track, listening to music, reading, movies, playing chess, fashion design, making clothes.

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Birthday: May 23rd

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Russian)

Height: 6'

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Light brown

Hair Style: Cut short in a variety of styles

Facial Hair: Slight stubble

Place of Origin: Beverly Hills, CA, USA

Place of Residency: Beverly Hills, CA, USA

Personal Vehicle: Peugeot 308 RC Z

Occupation: Student (University of California)

Family: Parents (Aria and Seth), sister (Evaline), grandfather (Shashenka), wife (Irina)

Romantic Interest: Irina Madrikov

Languages: English, Russian

Skills: Surfing, art, tattoo

Hobbies, Sports and Interests: Surfing, painting, scuba Background and biography: The first of Aria's children and the only biological Dimitri has always been very special to his mother. A youthful fascination with bears has giving him his nick names "Scary Bear", and "Mitri Bear". Since he was only three years old his parents have introduced him to surfing, and other water sports, which Dimitri has taken to like well... a duck to water.  He's always been the quintessential surfer dude, caring only about how the waves were that day.  But after a trip to Russia, Dimitri's priories changed.  He found the woman he proclaimed to be his soul-mate, Irina Madrikov, and after less than a week, he had fallen head over heels for her.  A seasoned veteran of the dating scene, Dimitri has now been tossed into the unfamiliar waters of love.  Their relationship was a whirlwind, and what had started as dating, became living together, then engagement.  After four months, the two young lovers wed, a happy cermony attended by their entire families.  After a year of marriage, college and work, things aren't easy in life for Dimitri and his new bride, but they are happy as ever. Dress Style: Dimitri has a very casual style to him. Although all the top designers would love to out fit him, he's usually seen in a simple pair of jeans and a t shirt. ]]> http://coiresource.wordpress.com/?p=53 Sat, 01 Mar 2008 18:29:10 +0000 coiresource http://coiresource.it.wordpress.com/2008/03/01/evaline-kowalskis-bio/ Name: Evaline Sima-Kowalski

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Birthday: April 3rd

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Russian)

Height: 5'11"

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Brown

Hair Style: Worn down, straight

Bra Size: 34C

Place of Origin: San Francisco, CA, USA

Place of Residency: Aliso Viejo, CA, USA

Personal Vehicle: Volkswagen Jetta

Occupation: Student (Soka University of America)

Family: Parents (Seth and Aria) brother (Dimitri), grandfather (Shashenka)

Romantic Interest: ???

Languages: English, Russian

Skills: Swimming, soccer, surfing, boating, singing, cooking

Hobbies, Sports and Interests: Playing soccer, swimming, water sports, surfing, shopping

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Birthday: July 16th

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Height: 5'10"

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Style: Longish and straight

Facial Hair: None

Place of Origin: Santa Monica, CA, USA

Place of Residency: Beverly Hills, CA, USA

Personal Vehicle: None

Occupation: Student (University of California)

Family: Parents (Dante, Gallow), sisters (Brynna, Leona)

Romantic Interest: Lexy Holden

Languages: English, French, German, Latin

Skills: Playing the piano,

Hobbies, Sports and Interests: Playing the piano,
Background and biography: Sigurd, Sig for short, is the other half of the Carceontrona twins. While his sister is quiet, and some times in his shadow, Sig is a musical and lingual prodigy, teaching himself both to play piano and the French language with little assistance from his father.  As he grew into adulthood, Sig found too many other people trying to direct his life, leading him to escape to the only place he thought no one could bother him: Alaska.  Unfortunately, his trip to Alaska did not go quite as planned, Sig returned home.  Trying to get away once more, a fight ignited between himself and his parents. Many things came to light after a family crisis, and together the Carceontrona clan came to a compromise, sending Sig to college, a year early, with full financial support from his father. Dress Style: Sig has an average casual style to himself. ]]>