Many wishes to all readers and all readers of the blog for a good Christmas and new year full of joy and happiness ... and even a few hundred pounds of cast iron for lovers of heavy lifting!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
What To Use As A Dildo Im 13
150 kg!
the last race of the year, the league social persevering, I went back to a valid proof of 150 kg bench after two years (for the record, I also tried out unsuccessfully tendering 152.5 kg). Here's the video of the lift, seasoned with a little 'cabaret. :-)
bench press 150 kg - Bench press 330 lbs.
Legnano (MI) - December 11, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Cancer Free Invitations
Two good news!
The first good news is that by Saturday, November 27 are coach and personal trainer Level 1 FIPCF : a qualification is very important for me, that for almost 20 years now spend most of my free time in the gym. Here I am next to my handsome diploma framed!
The second news is a real surprise in the grand prix regional bench of this year I ranked 2nd place in the +85 kg category and the 5th place overall out of 66 athletes (see the table "male athletes. '10" in the Excel file which is located at this link ). 
The first good news is that by Saturday, November 27 are coach and personal trainer Level 1 FIPCF : a qualification is very important for me, that for almost 20 years now spend most of my free time in the gym. Here I am next to my handsome diploma framed! The second news is a real surprise in the grand prix regional bench of this year I ranked 2nd place in the +85 kg category and the 5th place overall out of 66 athletes (see the table "male athletes. '10" in the Excel file which is located at this link ).
Friday, December 3, 2010
Pocket Oxford Registration
Video Training (5) Video
Here I am struggling with two bench presses almost "race."
In the first video I'm lifting 145 kg in preparation for the 4th Biathlon Trophy Northern Italy.
In the second video instead lift 140 kg in preparation for the 2 nd Trophy & Sports Co. bench.
bench press 145 kg - Bench press 319 ¼ lbs.
Legnano (MI) - June 7, 2010
bench press 140 kg - Bench press 308 ¼ lbs.
Legnano (MI) - November 22, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Coloured Floating Candles In Toronto
race (1)
Here I am struggling with a bench press from 140 kg in my first official race of the bench FIPCF: http://www.youtube.com/watch ? v = pYqelFhSG6w .
1 Trophy & Sports Co.
4 ° class. cat. + 85 kg
Gazzada Schianno (VA) - March 28, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
North Carolina Replacement Flatware
Article on Physical Culture November / December
The current issue of Physical Culture (November / December 2010) has published the second part of my article "The Origins of the Body- Building ". 
The current issue of Physical Culture (November / December 2010) has published the second part of my article "The Origins of the Body- Building ". But the story continues in future issues of the magazine there will be a dedicated service to the origins of body-building in America.
a good read for all interested persons.
Visit their site: http://www.culturafisica.it/
In the picture Eugen Sandow (1867-1925), father of modern bodybuilding.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Chicken Wings In The Bulk In California
3 - Sur la Seine
She stood slender and statuesque on the Seine, the barefoot and wrapped in a pretty dusty darkness rested on the wall, his clothes shredded crisp autumn air moving swollen and blue eyes, which were the only two blue dots nightlife in Paris, staring aseptically slow flowing river.
"Do not rush, my love." He said he, advancing with rapid strides, but elegant. He moved laundry in his coat, like a ghost, and raised in the air with his right hand trembling, the pledge of love that she mistakenly believed he had stolen.
"Here, love." He said, hugging the slender legs, pale as those of an ancient queen, from sheer stockings torn.
"Here, love." And she handed the crisp brown envelope, inside which a bottle of black glass that keeps the hopes of drinking from the collective imagination of the homeless Paris. She took the bag and carried it to her lips reddish; was about to remove the cap and drink, while he continued to shake their legs.
I remember from that distance, from the café where I sipped the last beer of the evening, they could look really, because of their remoteness or my opacity, poetic figures of vagabonds or bohemians and artists, not two drunken tourists at the end of a long tag.
I remember thinking "now goes", just as with his white teeth and little ones, remove the cork from the bottle and black, glancing in the car, toward the road where there was none but his want to be the scene of some highlight film glancing in the car bowed legs and thigh muscles contracted. Then he jumped up and immediately fell down, like a cloth or a dress stuck on a hanger. 
She stood slender and statuesque on the Seine, the barefoot and wrapped in a pretty dusty darkness rested on the wall, his clothes shredded crisp autumn air moving swollen and blue eyes, which were the only two blue dots nightlife in Paris, staring aseptically slow flowing river.
"Do not rush, my love." He said he, advancing with rapid strides, but elegant. He moved laundry in his coat, like a ghost, and raised in the air with his right hand trembling, the pledge of love that she mistakenly believed he had stolen.
"Here, love." He said, hugging the slender legs, pale as those of an ancient queen, from sheer stockings torn.
"Here, love." And she handed the crisp brown envelope, inside which a bottle of black glass that keeps the hopes of drinking from the collective imagination of the homeless Paris. She took the bag and carried it to her lips reddish; was about to remove the cap and drink, while he continued to shake their legs.
I remember from that distance, from the café where I sipped the last beer of the evening, they could look really, because of their remoteness or my opacity, poetic figures of vagabonds or bohemians and artists, not two drunken tourists at the end of a long tag.
I remember thinking "now goes", just as with his white teeth and little ones, remove the cork from the bottle and black, glancing in the car, toward the road where there was none but his want to be the scene of some highlight film glancing in the car bowed legs and thigh muscles contracted. Then he jumped up and immediately fell down, like a cloth or a dress stuck on a hanger.
What Do Doctors Do With Stomach Polyps
4 - Mandarins
The gasping fish in the aquarium, swimming among the extinguished cigarette that sinks to rest on the bottom, among the algae and corals fake. To give the coup de grace to cute animals, red shirt without paying a guy Fernet Branca already murky water. There's a girl standing on the couch, right next to the window, his arms are stretched thin air and, with random movements, trying to intercept the mandarins that come from the street.
The boy, after finishing the bottle in the aquarium without having neglected to drain the last drop, it just sticks out, shading his eyes with his hands. The road is a lot of heads and arms and bodies and legs and especially mandarins, from downstairs, below the room where you are closed on boy and girl out electronic music mixed with screams. But now the house is no one left.
"Open up! Open up! "Cries a young man with the hat, then someone puts up a Mandarin and he throws it, laughing.
"Let us fuck in peace." Responds the boy at the window, thickly, and then turns his gaze upon the girl standing on the couch, asking her consent. She nods yes, and mutters, amused, "But where they have taken all those mandarins?"
paw feet, legs, trotting out of time, heads nod and hands, almost automatically, throw mandarins. After a few minutes of madness
fruits orange finish, but one, coming from the window, hit the chandelier in the room, breaking it and giving the two boys remnants of the dark. From the road the screams continue throughout the night and the music booms from the strong room, but the two guys do not listen to it more, because they have nothing else to do, and even listen to it over the fish, because they are dead. 
The gasping fish in the aquarium, swimming among the extinguished cigarette that sinks to rest on the bottom, among the algae and corals fake. To give the coup de grace to cute animals, red shirt without paying a guy Fernet Branca already murky water. There's a girl standing on the couch, right next to the window, his arms are stretched thin air and, with random movements, trying to intercept the mandarins that come from the street.
The boy, after finishing the bottle in the aquarium without having neglected to drain the last drop, it just sticks out, shading his eyes with his hands. The road is a lot of heads and arms and bodies and legs and especially mandarins, from downstairs, below the room where you are closed on boy and girl out electronic music mixed with screams. But now the house is no one left.
"Open up! Open up! "Cries a young man with the hat, then someone puts up a Mandarin and he throws it, laughing.
"Let us fuck in peace." Responds the boy at the window, thickly, and then turns his gaze upon the girl standing on the couch, asking her consent. She nods yes, and mutters, amused, "But where they have taken all those mandarins?"
paw feet, legs, trotting out of time, heads nod and hands, almost automatically, throw mandarins. After a few minutes of madness
fruits orange finish, but one, coming from the window, hit the chandelier in the room, breaking it and giving the two boys remnants of the dark. From the road the screams continue throughout the night and the music booms from the strong room, but the two guys do not listen to it more, because they have nothing else to do, and even listen to it over the fish, because they are dead.
Pearl Action Replay Permanent Shiny
2 - Mike
Mike entered the palace from the secondary, because the glass door was blocked by the painters who, following the directions of the administrator, they were repainting the lobby. Climbing the stairs to the fourth floor of his apartment, pulled from his jeans pocket a sheet of squared paper, worn, folded in an irregular way, and broke it reread for the umpteenth time.
His feet are stuck on the third step, and after a moment's hesitation, they brought down on the ground floor, where painters and splashed pink stretched hands. Mike took a jar out of sight and hidden under the stairs, spilled paint in the mouth, drowning. 
Mike entered the palace from the secondary, because the glass door was blocked by the painters who, following the directions of the administrator, they were repainting the lobby. Climbing the stairs to the fourth floor of his apartment, pulled from his jeans pocket a sheet of squared paper, worn, folded in an irregular way, and broke it reread for the umpteenth time.
His feet are stuck on the third step, and after a moment's hesitation, they brought down on the ground floor, where painters and splashed pink stretched hands. Mike took a jar out of sight and hidden under the stairs, spilled paint in the mouth, drowning.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
I Love Volleyball Ribbon
1 - Floz
The garbage truck has turned in the fifty-scoured. The driver had to be drunk or crazy. The left wheels were raised off the ground and those on the right, supporting the full weight of scrap metal, are creaking.
Floz's car sped in the opposite direction, was overtaking a taxi at excessive speeds. From the sidewalk you could hear the music out the windows, classical music was played as strong as a rock concert. I remember thinking "that Floz is "a moment before you see the truck.
A second later it was all a screech of brakes, a splash of tires on asphalt and then, inevitably, the bang. Pieces of junk against the buildings and screams and sirens and black smoke. The truck was entered into in the car of Floz depth, like a fist, and had spit glass and metal, crush. Floz's body was compressed and then disrupted, a piece of my arm darted against, making me upset that I had just bought the coffee from Starbucks. 
The garbage truck has turned in the fifty-scoured. The driver had to be drunk or crazy. The left wheels were raised off the ground and those on the right, supporting the full weight of scrap metal, are creaking.
Floz's car sped in the opposite direction, was overtaking a taxi at excessive speeds. From the sidewalk you could hear the music out the windows, classical music was played as strong as a rock concert. I remember thinking "that Floz is "a moment before you see the truck.
A second later it was all a screech of brakes, a splash of tires on asphalt and then, inevitably, the bang. Pieces of junk against the buildings and screams and sirens and black smoke. The truck was entered into in the car of Floz depth, like a fist, and had spit glass and metal, crush. Floz's body was compressed and then disrupted, a piece of my arm darted against, making me upset that I had just bought the coffee from Starbucks.
Friday, November 5, 2010
How Much Do Showerguard Enclosures Cost
Without the help of Jesus
She was clearly the smell produced by the amount of sweat and alcohol and humanity, while white halogen lights pulsing at a rate of approximately 12: sec by (In) voluntarily appear that mass social rocking / homogeneous as in a post-nuclear experience in which dance propriziatori bodily transcendence and trying to get comfort or absolution from the gods ontologically immune to any kind of earthly experience, nuclear or not. A person at my side, low, from light dress without a bra is abandoned to his lips and tongue of a strange white blond person in turn has no bra, while waving his arms wide as if in a stream of invisible air seem to emphasize the distance between his rational mind and his momentary pleasure. With his free hand from a highball glass nearly full of alcohol squeeze the inner thigh of one of people, sometimes causing deep sighs that force (a person) to discontinue oral slow and savoring the following by the other person of his (the person) which was visible on the breasts a thin film of sweat hot and potentially TV . The music is deafening, a regular electronic sound empty claims and yet able to enchant, pulses of a war in which none of the victims were all temporary. I light a cigarette against social law in force - no one respects no law in war, I think - and I look confused in the smoke hood over the heads of people swaying under my stage and my sofas behind the thick rope and red-protected a black person if it had been would have appeared simply Caucasian fat. Turning her hand into the tight jeans of the person - one does not matter of course - and feeling her skin care and humid while my tongue as far as I know you could be just the white tasted right nipple, she takes the cigarette Do not look through two eyes tight and just begging to be killed of hormones, and smoking in a way that I did not think possible. The second person is now committed to bite the neck of the other and keep the delicate hand and pink inside my pants. The large black person looks at me and really gives me a nod. I stare at him a few seconds. I think I have no idea what I'm doing or seeking or avoiding. I think want to be normal.
EH 2 
She was clearly the smell produced by the amount of sweat and alcohol and humanity, while white halogen lights pulsing at a rate of approximately 12: sec by (In) voluntarily appear that mass social rocking / homogeneous as in a post-nuclear experience in which dance propriziatori bodily transcendence and trying to get comfort or absolution from the gods ontologically immune to any kind of earthly experience, nuclear or not. A person at my side, low, from light dress without a bra is abandoned to his lips and tongue of a strange white blond person in turn has no bra, while waving his arms wide as if in a stream of invisible air seem to emphasize the distance between his rational mind and his momentary pleasure. With his free hand from a highball glass nearly full of alcohol squeeze the inner thigh of one of people, sometimes causing deep sighs that force (a person) to discontinue oral slow and savoring the following by the other person of his (the person) which was visible on the breasts a thin film of sweat hot and potentially TV . The music is deafening, a regular electronic sound empty claims and yet able to enchant, pulses of a war in which none of the victims were all temporary. I light a cigarette against social law in force - no one respects no law in war, I think - and I look confused in the smoke hood over the heads of people swaying under my stage and my sofas behind the thick rope and red-protected a black person if it had been would have appeared simply Caucasian fat. Turning her hand into the tight jeans of the person - one does not matter of course - and feeling her skin care and humid while my tongue as far as I know you could be just the white tasted right nipple, she takes the cigarette Do not look through two eyes tight and just begging to be killed of hormones, and smoking in a way that I did not think possible. The second person is now committed to bite the neck of the other and keep the delicate hand and pink inside my pants. The large black person looks at me and really gives me a nod. I stare at him a few seconds. I think I have no idea what I'm doing or seeking or avoiding. I think want to be normal.
EH 2
Monday, November 1, 2010
Facts On Influenza Pandemic Of 1918
Video Training (4) New Record
Here I am struggling with a tear in training with 70 kg, not quite perfect, but with the maximum of the technique that I can express. :-)
Tear 70 kg - 154 lbs Snatch.
Legnano (MI) - October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Ventilation Perfusion And Copd
Breakout: 80 kg!
Finally I made it! Lombardia I raised the Cup for the first time 80 kg of pull. Here's the video.
Tear 80 kg - Snatch 176 ¼ lbs.
4 ° class. cat. -94 Kg
XVII Coppa Lombardia Over 20
Abbiategrasso (MI) - October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Velicity Von Sur Wikipedia
future devil mouth
"The fact is that time flows in one direction only, but you can
to make sense only in the tracing:
So, now, as I recall, I see that we're going straight
in the mouth to the devil, but in reality was not so,
we did not know where we were going, we did not
no idea what to expect. "So I think that is absolutely necessary to act in order to create human and material emotional debate about the future, inevitably we are creating now.
Alberto quintals 
"The fact is that time flows in one direction only, but you can
to make sense only in the tracing:
So, now, as I recall, I see that we're going straight
in the mouth to the devil, but in reality was not so,
we did not know where we were going, we did not
no idea what to expect. "So I think that is absolutely necessary to act in order to create human and material emotional debate about the future, inevitably we are creating now.
Alberto quintals
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
What Are The Ingredients In Zinc Oxide?
Kusuma When Stevenson began to speak, at the precise moment when his now fragile and nervous system was almost irretrievably fucked for him to say a few words, and trembling tuttosommato quite trivial - after all, as he had whispered a few minutes before Ms. Rosemary ('Dickie') * Annie all of them there were past and everyone had thought, she was sure, the same things and inevitably after several minutes of suspect words and syntax are characterized by a very precarious and / or indecipherable things would be put 'on track', so he said just minutes before with RA a small shiny piece of basil between the upper front incisors that showed a result of a smile surrounded by deep black wrinkles, hands hidden in the pockets - just at that moment, a voice from the street came in the room invaded by white neon light, passing through the port on which were engraved the letters AA MEETING immediately below it (spray) Faggots, then along the narrow corridor formed by two squares of black chairs of the appropriate type folding, only to end up on stage alone and turned the chair upside down and the white face and off of Mr. Kusuma. She still felt the sound of rain.
K. was never a great orator, and almost certainly lacked the knowledge of a large part of the historical figure of the same. K. drank regularly, Gin with greater insistence, and this could help in any way a possible career in public speaking, thought K. She breathed deeply, trying to feel a bit of life to emerge from somewhere inside his body disgustingly thin and opaque, curved, without getting even a partial success, as was the case in every attempt to be too long and narrow to be remembered . By anyone, and especially by Stevenson Kusuma. The group that night, 11:27 pm EC, was identified as 'White Rabbit', etymology of strange as if it is associated to the faces of lost souls present and seated with strange angles on black chairs, mostly so agitated / neurotic. But in the end none of them could afford the luxury of analyzing the intrinsic semiotics, and so they stood there, staring at Mr. Kusuma tired eyes waiting to hear an indirect salvation, an empathy, a complicity.
- and what scares me most is that my story you know it all already. Even those who still did not understand.
* This nickname refers to an unpleasant domestic incident happened a few years earlier, during which the husband of Mrs. R. was fatally shot following a reproductive organ cut the hand of the pair of kitchen scissors usually used on Thanksgiving, and that in their bottom drawer next to the furnace were always anonymous and quite boring. Ms. R., who was behind these scissors occasion, was held in just over 5 minutes totally sketch / sick / made the third ordinary civil court, and so confined in a facility first psychiatric help, and then wait for various therapeutic groups, including that of the White Rabbit (see below) was for a number of reasons, by far his favorite.
EH2
Friday, October 1, 2010
Fabric Pokemon Shower Curtain
The sage is indifferent
the afternoon I tried to sleep but I could not. Then I went from Sciatz to give him the CD player. Was on the phone. While I waited I sat on his bed reading the Dao of Laozi, found on his bedside table.
on tiptoe you lose your balance. With her legs wide
not walking.
Who does not stand sports.
Who wants to be right is not mandatory. Who has not
merit. Who
glory is not apparent.
Such attitudes are in front of the Tao
as scrap or words repeated ad nauseam.
things that everyone hates.
So who owns the Tao is dealing with it.
Always on the phone got dressed and put my shoes while I was reading. He removed a painting from the wall, with the intention to give, and gave it to me. Then we went out the front door and his mother, I yelled out the window to remind the eggs. I started reading in the car again, and when she got off the phone, I asked "eggs?".
When we got to the cooperative of organic farming I have not fallen and, with the window down, I continued to read the Tao. Opening pages at random.
A state is governed by righteousness
a war is fought with cunning
but the world is gained through non-action.
How do I know this is so? From this
.
More laws and prohibitions there are in the world
more people become poor.
More people have more effective tools
the country is upset.
more men are cunning in the arts
most bizarre objects are made.
more we pass laws and decrees
multiply more thieves and robbers.
Therefore the sage says:
practical if the non-action by the people only if I love the quiet reform
the people alone
is adjusted if I abstain from the affairs of the people only if they are not enriched
want the people to only go back to simplicity. When
Sciatz comes with six eggs, despite his mother he wanted ten, asking if I pass the little book he has read this page. It makes me nodded. I tell him he should be his thesis in political science.
Then we come in cream, Nico, and discover that it is closed. Before you back into the car, however, meet Ianno: his brother was with us in class in elementary school. Ianno has more or less twenty-two and tells us with his speech fast without r working and living with his girlfriend and wants to buy a nice big house in the mountains where his girlfriend open a ranch horse and he can do moto-cross - because in the meantime he devoted himself to the moto-cross - and thought about buying a Trinity, which is placed against a San Polo el'hanno already seen but must put away money but if they want to go from here and are really well together.
Arrives his girlfriend, who is taller than him, and specifies that Trinity is not just after San Polo, but above San Polo.
Before getting into the car arrives Je, which in turn sees the ice cream shop closed, we decided to go from Tilde.
We have time to stop for a moment at the library, because Sciatz do not know what to do. I do not object and I take this opportunity to read some more 'Tao.
Heaven and earth are indifferent
treat all beings as straw dogs. The sage is indifferent
treats the people as straw dogs.
The space between heaven and earth is like a bellows
empty does not end
set in motion produces more and more. The
too many words run out soon.
is better to stay in the middle.
For a moment seriously believe that reading the Tao could take the place that had, in September of hours of boredom, listening to Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts. But just as I weigh the possibility Sciatz back. By Tilde
gives me an ice cream which replaces the heavy lunch I skipped. The Je waiting for us outside and was immediately overwhelmed by requests for money. Sciatz wants money for the new closet. I say that it could use its influence to convince people to join our project - which, incidentally, does not yet exist - and thus allows to satisfy the expansionist ambitions of Cagno without spending too much.
Cagno Sciatz to call and says he has found a perfect place to do our Closet, our cultural association, our meeting place, exchange, organization of events, concerts, exhibitions orgies, planning political revolutions and / or cultural. The
Je explains that his friends have done more or less the same thing. They have three years younger than us, a place that has been entrusted by God knows that association, and a few ideas. But those few realize: Sunday, for example, have opened a film club-night that matter again.
Then let's talk about 'do not know what until the Je says he must go, and consistent with this concept goes. We're going to get up when we get the mother of the Martini, another our ex-classmate in elementary. There is a grin and leans with the palms of our hands on the table: "So how are you guys? What you tell me to? How are you? "And then, without allowing ourselves to respond. "Are you okay? What are you doing now? Work, no? "
The cars go on the road behind us. The Tilde is closing or is it time for dinner. We stand in silence for a moment, until Sciatz whisper "no" and I, with a grimace, I confirm. "No, we do not work."
accompanied him to the house, and make me leave the Tao - which does not give him anymore - I invent the excuse of our blog on which I do not write for a year: tell them I'll write a post that talks about the Tao and makes proposals to the closet.
Sciatz is hesitant, but ultimately leaves me the little book, knowing that it is a mistake.
Thirty spokes converge on a central hub
the void depends on the usefulness of the wagon. This model
the clay to make a vase
the internal void of the same depends on the utility.
They open doors and windows to a house.
It is only from non-being
come true being.
Jack of Hearts. 
the afternoon I tried to sleep but I could not. Then I went from Sciatz to give him the CD player. Was on the phone. While I waited I sat on his bed reading the Dao of Laozi, found on his bedside table.
on tiptoe you lose your balance. With her legs wide
not walking.
Who does not stand sports.
Who wants to be right is not mandatory. Who has not
merit. Who
glory is not apparent.
Such attitudes are in front of the Tao
as scrap or words repeated ad nauseam.
things that everyone hates.
So who owns the Tao is dealing with it.
Always on the phone got dressed and put my shoes while I was reading. He removed a painting from the wall, with the intention to give, and gave it to me. Then we went out the front door and his mother, I yelled out the window to remind the eggs. I started reading in the car again, and when she got off the phone, I asked "eggs?".
When we got to the cooperative of organic farming I have not fallen and, with the window down, I continued to read the Tao. Opening pages at random.
A state is governed by righteousness
a war is fought with cunning
but the world is gained through non-action.
How do I know this is so? From this
.
More laws and prohibitions there are in the world
more people become poor.
More people have more effective tools
the country is upset.
more men are cunning in the arts
most bizarre objects are made.
more we pass laws and decrees
multiply more thieves and robbers.
Therefore the sage says:
practical if the non-action by the people only if I love the quiet reform
the people alone
is adjusted if I abstain from the affairs of the people only if they are not enriched
want the people to only go back to simplicity. When
Sciatz comes with six eggs, despite his mother he wanted ten, asking if I pass the little book he has read this page. It makes me nodded. I tell him he should be his thesis in political science.
Then we come in cream, Nico, and discover that it is closed. Before you back into the car, however, meet Ianno: his brother was with us in class in elementary school. Ianno has more or less twenty-two and tells us with his speech fast without r working and living with his girlfriend and wants to buy a nice big house in the mountains where his girlfriend open a ranch horse and he can do moto-cross - because in the meantime he devoted himself to the moto-cross - and thought about buying a Trinity, which is placed against a San Polo el'hanno already seen but must put away money but if they want to go from here and are really well together.
Arrives his girlfriend, who is taller than him, and specifies that Trinity is not just after San Polo, but above San Polo.
Before getting into the car arrives Je, which in turn sees the ice cream shop closed, we decided to go from Tilde.
We have time to stop for a moment at the library, because Sciatz do not know what to do. I do not object and I take this opportunity to read some more 'Tao.
Heaven and earth are indifferent
treat all beings as straw dogs. The sage is indifferent
treats the people as straw dogs.
The space between heaven and earth is like a bellows
empty does not end
set in motion produces more and more. The
too many words run out soon.
is better to stay in the middle.
For a moment seriously believe that reading the Tao could take the place that had, in September of hours of boredom, listening to Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts. But just as I weigh the possibility Sciatz back. By Tilde
gives me an ice cream which replaces the heavy lunch I skipped. The Je waiting for us outside and was immediately overwhelmed by requests for money. Sciatz wants money for the new closet. I say that it could use its influence to convince people to join our project - which, incidentally, does not yet exist - and thus allows to satisfy the expansionist ambitions of Cagno without spending too much.
Cagno Sciatz to call and says he has found a perfect place to do our Closet, our cultural association, our meeting place, exchange, organization of events, concerts, exhibitions orgies, planning political revolutions and / or cultural. The
Je explains that his friends have done more or less the same thing. They have three years younger than us, a place that has been entrusted by God knows that association, and a few ideas. But those few realize: Sunday, for example, have opened a film club-night that matter again.
Then let's talk about 'do not know what until the Je says he must go, and consistent with this concept goes. We're going to get up when we get the mother of the Martini, another our ex-classmate in elementary. There is a grin and leans with the palms of our hands on the table: "So how are you guys? What you tell me to? How are you? "And then, without allowing ourselves to respond. "Are you okay? What are you doing now? Work, no? "
The cars go on the road behind us. The Tilde is closing or is it time for dinner. We stand in silence for a moment, until Sciatz whisper "no" and I, with a grimace, I confirm. "No, we do not work."
accompanied him to the house, and make me leave the Tao - which does not give him anymore - I invent the excuse of our blog on which I do not write for a year: tell them I'll write a post that talks about the Tao and makes proposals to the closet.
Sciatz is hesitant, but ultimately leaves me the little book, knowing that it is a mistake.
Thirty spokes converge on a central hub
the void depends on the usefulness of the wagon. This model
the clay to make a vase
the internal void of the same depends on the utility.
They open doors and windows to a house.
It is only from non-being
come true being.
Jack of Hearts.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
How To Write Poetry On Summer
Situation - If n.7313
We are therefore obliged to go forward, compelled to continue our history as if it was interrupted by an advertising interlude. It would be nice if at this point the words were no longer printed on the screen, but were read by a female voice. As if our history we were told by others. Like we know already that a word will follow another, always with the same cadence, the same sound. Gliding in this way, the item would be left to follow, in the depths of experience, in the attics of the imagination, in the heat of action and in the richness of the dialogues. We would go on like this until the end of words, be lulled by the visions, different for everyone, have the intimacy of what no one else can know the warmth of a place inaccessible to anyone trying to get there.
The problem is that this does not happen often. There are no words. There is no female voice that reads our actions, explaining to ourselves, telling us - or at least making us guess - where we are going. Where is the narrator of our life? Where are the sentences on which to let go, forget ourselves for a while ', lost in adventure and travel, including hiking trails and dusty? Where is our life?
E 'as if history had reached a certain point, there was the intermission ads and, finally, the voice was not returned. Then I found myself alone to watch a fixed space without perceiving depth. What was I doing? My mouth was slurred and his eyes still enchanted, but the phenomenon was more curious ears. Where is what filled? What is this feeling of emptiness? No response. I look around, waiting to resume the voice telling me what I see, I do not know what I see, what I feel, what to do. I do not know. I can imagine what the voice would say, but I'm not the voice, and above all do not know what to tell you about what is around me.
"We are now obliged to go forward, to continue our history, although the voice did not return after the separation of advertising. The objects, people, situations are immersed in a cold obscenities. I try to put two words in a row, but the result is a burst of vocal diarrhea. As the opposite of King Midas transformed into shit everything I touch. I look at the lamp, I say 'light'. But there is a lamp: it is crap. E 'shit because it has the taste of lamp that was there before. E 'shit because, despite everything, I will know forever that's not true what I'm saying. I'll know how to fool myself and others. I tell you, 'lamp', you think 'lamp', but it's shit. A nice catch. Believe me, if I knew how to do, if I felt the voice somewhere she would speak, or maybe I would make an amplifier. The problem is that I do not feel, so I have to trick and deceive myself, selling to all lamps that are not lamps. But what can you ask me, I am disappointed as you, except to admit that I do not know what I'm saying? "
Sig.Q 
We are therefore obliged to go forward, compelled to continue our history as if it was interrupted by an advertising interlude. It would be nice if at this point the words were no longer printed on the screen, but were read by a female voice. As if our history we were told by others. Like we know already that a word will follow another, always with the same cadence, the same sound. Gliding in this way, the item would be left to follow, in the depths of experience, in the attics of the imagination, in the heat of action and in the richness of the dialogues. We would go on like this until the end of words, be lulled by the visions, different for everyone, have the intimacy of what no one else can know the warmth of a place inaccessible to anyone trying to get there.
The problem is that this does not happen often. There are no words. There is no female voice that reads our actions, explaining to ourselves, telling us - or at least making us guess - where we are going. Where is the narrator of our life? Where are the sentences on which to let go, forget ourselves for a while ', lost in adventure and travel, including hiking trails and dusty? Where is our life?
E 'as if history had reached a certain point, there was the intermission ads and, finally, the voice was not returned. Then I found myself alone to watch a fixed space without perceiving depth. What was I doing? My mouth was slurred and his eyes still enchanted, but the phenomenon was more curious ears. Where is what filled? What is this feeling of emptiness? No response. I look around, waiting to resume the voice telling me what I see, I do not know what I see, what I feel, what to do. I do not know. I can imagine what the voice would say, but I'm not the voice, and above all do not know what to tell you about what is around me.
"We are now obliged to go forward, to continue our history, although the voice did not return after the separation of advertising. The objects, people, situations are immersed in a cold obscenities. I try to put two words in a row, but the result is a burst of vocal diarrhea. As the opposite of King Midas transformed into shit everything I touch. I look at the lamp, I say 'light'. But there is a lamp: it is crap. E 'shit because it has the taste of lamp that was there before. E 'shit because, despite everything, I will know forever that's not true what I'm saying. I'll know how to fool myself and others. I tell you, 'lamp', you think 'lamp', but it's shit. A nice catch. Believe me, if I knew how to do, if I felt the voice somewhere she would speak, or maybe I would make an amplifier. The problem is that I do not feel, so I have to trick and deceive myself, selling to all lamps that are not lamps. But what can you ask me, I am disappointed as you, except to admit that I do not know what I'm saying? "
Sig.Q
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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SIMPLY IN TRAIN
We train and passing on a great river, the sun was still absent and only the noise of the car against the old rails characterized the leaden and tired atmosfera.Melanie was beautiful and chaotic at the same time: you could not explain or describe if not vedendola.Ma was terribly ignorant, she did not understand and does not take the attitude of persone.Tutti had always been close to her beauty and her sensual presence bursting: she had 27 years and was in the prime of his fisicità.Aprì the door of a man on the wagon fifties who, like everyone who passed, from head to foot and decided to shoot three shots in the quiver turned back, pulled the emergency brake and stepped forward in the open countryside for I saw fields arati.Lo disappear in the mist like a ghost tales eighteenth century. 
We train and passing on a great river, the sun was still absent and only the noise of the car against the old rails characterized the leaden and tired atmosfera.Melanie was beautiful and chaotic at the same time: you could not explain or describe if not vedendola.Ma was terribly ignorant, she did not understand and does not take the attitude of persone.Tutti had always been close to her beauty and her sensual presence bursting: she had 27 years and was in the prime of his fisicità.Aprì the door of a man on the wagon fifties who, like everyone who passed, from head to foot and decided to shoot three shots in the quiver turned back, pulled the emergency brake and stepped forward in the open countryside for I saw fields arati.Lo disappear in the mist like a ghost tales eighteenth century.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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Everything we do will depend on our will (want to deny the way). And by the contingencies, which are the best excuse to fail. 
Everything we do will depend on our will (want to deny the way). And by the contingencies, which are the best excuse to fail.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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Article on Physical Culture in September / October
The first part of my article titled Historical Origins of Body-Building was published in the latest issue Physical Culture magazine (September / October 2010).
The first part of my article titled Historical Origins of Body-Building was published in the latest issue Physical Culture magazine (September / October 2010). The article tells of the pioneers of body-building away from 3600 BC until the early twentieth century, focusing in this episode about the great showdowns of the convicts and the forces of the nineteenth century and the birth of dumbbells and rockers. good read everyone!
Pictured Louis Durlacher (1844-1926), who was performing under the name of Professor Attila.
Friday, August 27, 2010
2 Year Old With Mottled Skin
Sunstroke 15. A LESSON FROM MINO NGLISH O'PIZZETTARO ..
A last obstacle before Ibra returns to Milan AC Milan side. The severance payments, Mino Raiola, notoriously attached to the pecuniary. But against a very imaginative in coining neologisms new Italian ". He and a handful of brave followers close the season highlights dialectical. Until next summer! Soon we'll do very seriously .. And Cialtrocalcio can not 'afford distractions ...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Side Effects Of Razo D
Sunstroke 14. HAPPY, SHALALLA 'NOT FOR SALE KAKA' ..
It 's not a news' that we put the face and then the events turn against him .. Journalism-complaint against its former editor, The night in Istanbul with a Champions slammed in the face of enemies Inter prematurely. And now a vocal performance that naturally predicts the exact opposite of what would later be 'and duly verified by them for a few months ..
Why 'as said the great Toto' "It's the sum (and Suma), which is the total .."
And now once again Real and Milan will face in the Champions' well refresh our memories ..
Friday, August 20, 2010
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Sunstroke 13 BAPTISTA, a beast of fruit and vegetable market!
A few hours after the first season trophy (the usual Super Cup Inter-Roma, which pppallleee), fishing in troubled waters still air radio to bring justice to those who still moves with wavering Lightweight. This time 'Julio Baptista Romanist often compared to the Nerazzurri, dropping like cheese on macaroni saw the match at hand.
A few hours after the first season trophy (the usual Super Cup Inter-Roma, which pppallleee), fishing in troubled waters still air radio to bring justice to those who still moves with wavering Lightweight. This time 'Julio Baptista Romanist often compared to the Nerazzurri, dropping like cheese on macaroni saw the match at hand.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Where Can You Purchase Notense?
Sunstroke 12: NESTA hand surgery procedures? LITTLE EVIL, SO NOW I stopped ..
There 'who claims that AC Milan last season without injuries to Pato and Nesta would have won the Scudetto. And there 's also those who argue that the central AC Milan was never gonna' be a football player. Seeing is believing ..
There 'who claims that AC Milan last season without injuries to Pato and Nesta would have won the Scudetto. And there 's also those who argue that the central AC Milan was never gonna' be a football player. Seeing is believing ..
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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Sunstroke 11. Menez, GO TOGETHER to clear snow in Baggio and Zidane!
Here we are in the field of radio grandeur, one that allows you to pull over a sample to a digger and proud to be a bad zozzone .. Fluttering Light Light by a trenchant opinion to another, here's how Jeremy Menez ends from the altar to dust in about 80 seconds ..
Here we are in the field of radio grandeur, one that allows you to pull over a sample to a digger and proud to be a bad zozzone .. Fluttering Light Light by a trenchant opinion to another, here's how Jeremy Menez ends from the altar to dust in about 80 seconds ..
Monday, August 16, 2010
Labelled Parts Of A Viking Ship
Sunstroke 10: Ronaldinho? But do me a pleasure!
Trophy Tim Bari raises the smash Rossoneri "Dinho Dinho or not, this is' the problem."
Trophy Tim Bari raises the smash Rossoneri "Dinho Dinho or not, this is' the problem."
Who has never had doubts and 'Janus bicornuate. For him the bottom just change the dress to be more 'on the side of the seal .. nun ..
Friday, August 13, 2010
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Sunstroke 9. TONI BAYERN EXPANSES SO DO NOT GO TO ..
A true Masterpiece of journalistic scoundrels tied to the market. Luca Toni, this evening at Marassi debut in front of new audiences, in reality 'is always left between us .. 'Cause of stratospheric bids will be rejected accaparrarselo Bayern for all ..
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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Sunstroke 8. VIERI THE LAZARUS (NE) OF THE BALL ..
Can 'a "dead" rise again and return to being decisive, turning condolence congratulations? Seeing is believing .. But then 'Vieri not tell us that when the European Championship in Portugal in 2004 he lost his temper against the category was completely wrong ..
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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Sunstroke 7 .. FABIANO Dzeko O? TREZEGUET where we??
Juventus and AC Milan striker still hunting that makes a difference. Forgetting 'Cruelly which remains an important place, both remained on gobbone possibly deadlocked after an exchange service area Rondissone (motorway Milano-Torino) ...
Juventus and AC Milan striker still hunting that makes a difference. Forgetting 'Cruelly which remains an important place, both remained on gobbone possibly deadlocked after an exchange service area Rondissone (motorway Milano-Torino) ...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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Sunstroke 6 .. A national expert mouth BLUE ..
In London tomorrow apart from the new course in key blue Prandelli after the failure of the world. Or better after the double falimento world. Why 'over the disastrous campaign of South Africa, must be added that even in Germany where the "Italy with these bubbles where you want to go ..!!". Keyword (s music, having a passion for pirouettes on TV) of Zazzaroni ..
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Hiding A Tramp Stamp With Another Tattoo
Sunstroke 5. Balotelli with PATO? Not confront RAGS AND SILK!
Balotelli we celebrate the national team so '. With this amarcord the season 09-10 which says a lot about frogs mouth wide ready to croak in the vast sea of \u200b\u200bcalcioparlato.
Eve Inter-Rubin Kazan. Another important node for the Champions Inter. You just need to win or you go home. We think SuperMario with devastating free-kick goal and assist. Yet he has yet to show all .. Including imparagonabilita 'with Pato ..
Friday, August 6, 2010
Milia Years Home Remedies
Sunstroke 4. WESLEY if you've beat a blow ..
risk to win the Ballon d'Or after a deadly season in which he decided to part with Milito dell'InterTriplete. And in fact before the trip to Kiev, Inter decisive for the future, the usual things in Solon introduced Interisti already knew 'that Sneijder would be more decisive' on earth but also in Ukraine ..
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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Sunstroke 3 .. When Cyrus was law
They boycotted, ridiculed, vilified and de-legitimized. Even with dismal photomontages that on the day of Epiphany had far target. A bad example of how to end the ridiculous part, however, ' from opposing positions. Ferrara to start a season was better than Capello. Then something 's gonna change. Results. The wolf and 'become a sacrificial lamb ..
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
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Sunstroke 2 .. AND IF WE WERE REALLY two speakers?
if he's really right with the new Sky spot sullHD? There is not just cash, but two! So easy to make mistakes. Taking for example the fat, bespectacled, of nothingness'. And incense against the other, that floats between the posts with ease, as savior of his country. 's it 'and' much more all 'clear and understandable. Although Joan is not deceived ..
Monday, August 2, 2010
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Sunstroke 1 .. KAKA 'IS HERE' HERE '..
We try to be trendy or "phenomena" When updating the site against the others when they go on holiday? None of that. We just ran out of money and consequently the holidays. So to refresh ourselves, others and your memory, in August sent to the scene "Sunstroke". That is a roundup of the best Calcionerie just behind. Like a watermelon to freezing or just uncorked a beer, that's our double value menu. (Ri) to daydream and to prepare the 2010-11 season already 'count-down .. - 25 at the dawn of another crackling vintage Cialtrocalcionistica ..
We try to be trendy or "phenomena" When updating the site against the others when they go on holiday? None of that. We just ran out of money and consequently the holidays. So to refresh ourselves, others and your memory, in August sent to the scene "Sunstroke". That is a roundup of the best Calcionerie just behind. Like a watermelon to freezing or just uncorked a beer, that's our double value menu. (Ri) to daydream and to prepare the 2010-11 season already 'count-down .. - 25 at the dawn of another crackling vintage Cialtrocalcionistica ..
Sunday, June 20, 2010
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Trophy Northern Italy Biathlon FIPCF
With a bench press of 145 kg and a time of 11 min. and 6 sec. the distance of 2 km (5 laps Olympic), I finished in 4th place now my first biathlon competition, an inter-regional competition for North Italy qualifying for the Italian championships.
for now I will spare you the details on the race, which for me was long, more or less like a marathon, but I include this shot of the 1st test with 140 kg.
bench press 140 kg - Bench press 308 ¼ lbs.
4 ° class. cat. +85 Kg
IV Trophy Northern Italy Biathlon FIPCF
Suzzara (MN) - June 20, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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New Record Breakout: 78 kg!
the day when I was literally "without breath" during the third round of the momentum of 110 kg, is thankfully managed to bring home my personal record I wanted to pull from well 364 days! Training and competing in all these months, there was no way to overcome those fateful 76 kg which I raised in Chiavari June 6, 2009 (between the other, helped by a good dose of luck).
78 kg are certainly not many, but for me they are a remarkable achievement, especially considering that after really long time I managed to make three valid runs 70, 75 and 78. Has been credited with You Shook Me All Night Long of AC / DC ?
Tear 78 kg - 172 lbs Snatch.
4 ° class. cat. -94 Kg
II Trofeo Città di Milano Milan - June 5, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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Video Training (3)
Here are grappling with what is, at least for the moment, my record turn Chest: 112 ½ kg.
Every weightlifter must have a respectable record of a turn epsilon higher than that of momentum. It is important then to continue to improve them both!
Turn Chest 112 ½ kg - Clean 247 ½ lbs.
Legnano (MI) - May 19, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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Video Training (2) 300
I am while I do a single squat with 165 kg. And 'under the parallel? Can be considered valid shrug? I honestly do not know, because I do not know well the rules of powerlifting, however, seems to me that there was still room for some more chiletto. Point to 180 kg in a period away from weightlifting competitions.
Squat 165 kg - 363 ½ lbs.
Legnano (MI) - March 20, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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The tear in the arm
A small group on the steps of Vel 'd'Hiv' softly begins to sing a chorus. You barely hear the buzz of the crowd: " trois cents! Trois cents! Trois cents! . A boy
time without hearing the words well, then he understands the eye and squeeze them, " trois cents! Trois cents! Trois cents! " starts shouting at the top has in the body. Viewers follow the line of His example, then imitating those of the queues in front.
In seconds everyone in the audience shouted in unison, clapping their hands. Even the distinguished gentleman businessman sitting in the front row, with the cigar held between his fingers chubby, loosens his tie, and joins the chorus. Even his wife with the fashionable dress for a moment abandon the silence: " TROIS CENT! TROIS CENT! TROIS CENT! " screaming shrilly in turmoil and the hat falls well.
Charles is happy, but exhausted. Undoes his belt and on the table, then cover with a bathrobe and leaves the body mass of nearly quintal in his chair. You barely notice that the bands were loosened and his knees that the left leg dangling down to the ground. He takes a swig from the bottle of red wine by leaving chalk marks on the glass, takes a deep breath, then wipes the sweat from his brow with a towel.
Ernest gave him a hard time he was in a form on this occasion to catch up accumulated in the three years of détente - with the right arm and the left and two arms - forced him to turn up the momentum as atrocious with 170 pounds only a few hours before would have thought impossible. But with the deadlift of 280 pounds, Charles has closed down the challenge: he is' Hercule de France. And even the strongest man in the world, ça va sans dire .
When he fell from the platform, Ernest shook his hand and congratulated him, the audience rose to their feet to applaud both long. But Charles has remained an attempt at his disposal. From the locker room
Charles hears the screams of the audience. For a moment think that the challenge is won and might even give up, but it would be a disappointment to anyone, including himself. No matter how many competitors may be present, in the end is always an opponent to beat: the bar. And in this case can not even appeal to his skill in handling the bars to the ball, which it uses to raise the speed: for the deadlift barbell French and German are the same. The competition judge
waiting impatiently at the entrance. He wants to know what is going to raise in his final test. Charles for a moment did not even faintly, waved him to come closer and whispers something. The judge runs out with smug expression.
- Madames et monsieurs, - the loudspeaker crackles and in a moment Vel 'd'Hiv' becomes silent - je vous confirme que Monsieur de Rigoulot will try soulever cent trois kilos de terre dans son troisième essai .
rises from the stands for a moment a roar that puts chills. The ladies in the audience are held tightly behind their men. The Vel 'd'Hiv' , capable of 15,000 audience is full of people at this time. The lifting an arm, played in the afternoon, could be appreciated only by connoisseurs. But ripping the momentum and have warmed the audience. The deadlift - the tenth and last up - can not help but wonder anyone inhuman for weights that are lifted.
Chargers arrive with buckets of powdered iron. We need another twenty pounds, ten in the sphere of the right and the left one in ten. Pose on the scale tool to verify that the weight is right: 300 pounds exactly, or more a pound, a pound or less. In another part
quick chorus: " Ri-gou-lot! Re-gou-lot! Re-gou-lot! ", which continues when it enters the ' Hercule de France. It goes on even when Charles fastens the seat belt tight and put the chalk on your hands. After Charles is first bowed to the judges that are in front, then to the public right, then turned left and then a hand goes up. And it's just silence.
is coming to the bar and focus for about ten seconds, eyes closed and his head down with his typical military cut hair. Then, in his style, bends and quickly grab the rod. System does not either, but part upwards without delay even a moment, the shaft is twisted under the weight of the large balls as soon as it lifts off, as if to form a big U-turn. Charles faces a critical moment at the knee, it slows down to almost stop, grits his teeth but then fails to close the lift and straighten completely. At the command of the court, however, Rigoulot does not lower the bar now, but stops for a moment: look left and right, you can enjoy the crowd applauded and a smile emerges on her lips before placing the barbell on the ground with great care .
time without hearing the words well, then he understands the eye and squeeze them, " trois cents! Trois cents! Trois cents! " starts shouting at the top has in the body. Viewers follow the line of His example, then imitating those of the queues in front.
In seconds everyone in the audience shouted in unison, clapping their hands. Even the distinguished gentleman businessman sitting in the front row, with the cigar held between his fingers chubby, loosens his tie, and joins the chorus. Even his wife with the fashionable dress for a moment abandon the silence: " TROIS CENT! TROIS CENT! TROIS CENT! " screaming shrilly in turmoil and the hat falls well.
Charles is happy, but exhausted. Undoes his belt and on the table, then cover with a bathrobe and leaves the body mass of nearly quintal in his chair. You barely notice that the bands were loosened and his knees that the left leg dangling down to the ground. He takes a swig from the bottle of red wine by leaving chalk marks on the glass, takes a deep breath, then wipes the sweat from his brow with a towel.
Ernest gave him a hard time he was in a form on this occasion to catch up accumulated in the three years of détente - with the right arm and the left and two arms - forced him to turn up the momentum as atrocious with 170 pounds only a few hours before would have thought impossible. But with the deadlift of 280 pounds, Charles has closed down the challenge: he is' Hercule de France. And even the strongest man in the world, ça va sans dire .
When he fell from the platform, Ernest shook his hand and congratulated him, the audience rose to their feet to applaud both long. But Charles has remained an attempt at his disposal. From the locker room
Charles hears the screams of the audience. For a moment think that the challenge is won and might even give up, but it would be a disappointment to anyone, including himself. No matter how many competitors may be present, in the end is always an opponent to beat: the bar. And in this case can not even appeal to his skill in handling the bars to the ball, which it uses to raise the speed: for the deadlift barbell French and German are the same. The competition judge
waiting impatiently at the entrance. He wants to know what is going to raise in his final test. Charles for a moment did not even faintly, waved him to come closer and whispers something. The judge runs out with smug expression.
- Madames et monsieurs, - the loudspeaker crackles and in a moment Vel 'd'Hiv' becomes silent - je vous confirme que Monsieur de Rigoulot will try soulever cent trois kilos de terre dans son troisième essai .
rises from the stands for a moment a roar that puts chills. The ladies in the audience are held tightly behind their men. The Vel 'd'Hiv' , capable of 15,000 audience is full of people at this time. The lifting an arm, played in the afternoon, could be appreciated only by connoisseurs. But ripping the momentum and have warmed the audience. The deadlift - the tenth and last up - can not help but wonder anyone inhuman for weights that are lifted.
Chargers arrive with buckets of powdered iron. We need another twenty pounds, ten in the sphere of the right and the left one in ten. Pose on the scale tool to verify that the weight is right: 300 pounds exactly, or more a pound, a pound or less. In another part
quick chorus: " Ri-gou-lot! Re-gou-lot! Re-gou-lot! ", which continues when it enters the ' Hercule de France. It goes on even when Charles fastens the seat belt tight and put the chalk on your hands. After Charles is first bowed to the judges that are in front, then to the public right, then turned left and then a hand goes up. And it's just silence.
is coming to the bar and focus for about ten seconds, eyes closed and his head down with his typical military cut hair. Then, in his style, bends and quickly grab the rod. System does not either, but part upwards without delay even a moment, the shaft is twisted under the weight of the large balls as soon as it lifts off, as if to form a big U-turn. Charles faces a critical moment at the knee, it slows down to almost stop, grits his teeth but then fails to close the lift and straighten completely. At the command of the court, however, Rigoulot does not lower the bar now, but stops for a moment: look left and right, you can enjoy the crowd applauded and a smile emerges on her lips before placing the barbell on the ground with great care .
NOTES. This story is pure fantasy: the third match between Ernest and Charles Rigoulot Cadine there never was. If the first meeting (6 Ottor 1925) Charles won with a lead of only 8 kg, in the rematch (January 9, 1926) Charles beat Ernest ½ kg for 1156 against 1050 kg, the range of 10 up, 5 of which in one arm and 5 in both arms. Since then the two are not challenged anymore.
as I know, Rigoulot Never lift 300 kg in the deadlift: 271 ½ when he came to relieve the revenge Cadine and failed with 280 kg on the same occasion, but only for a lack of execution. The French rocker
(ball) were abandoned in the amateur field after the 1924 Olympics to make way for those in Germany (a metal disks), but were still used by French professionals, including Rigoulot, for a long time.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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" Arrach of a bras. - The snatch was pulled to the right or left, as the competitor [...]. Very aesthetic movement, which has both strength and flexibility, the snatch was always very popular with the Latin races, especially since he shoots a time leg (bending sharply to the lower extremities).
The maximum was achieved by CHARLES RIGOULOT, light-heavyweight champion, who manages 87 k. 500 in a beautiful style, the Italian [...] [Carlo] Galimberti, who was champion out of the category [means], and snatched 77 k. 500, missing 80 kilos in the third test. "
M. Bourdonnay-Schewich, Secretary General of the FIH at the time of the Olympic Games in Paris in 1924, Official Report of the VIII Olympiad, p.. 510
With the Olympics in 1928, the Fédération Internationale d' weight-lifting (the current International Weightlifting Federation ) decided to lift the barbell ball - much loved by French weightlifters - and raised an arm, giving rise to a regulation that, subject to minor modifications, remained unchanged until January 1, 1973, the day was finally abolished even the slow relaxation.
Although not shrug "approved" for over 80 years, from my point of view, the tear in the arm has great charm and certainly helpful to some extent, since in any case is still used in many training programs, although more often with dumbbells or dormice and more rarely with Olympic barbells 2.20 m long, especially for a question of balance.
As more or less a year ago I got the idea to try it, after several attempts I managed to go from the simple barbell weights low vacuum type 25 or 30 kg. Continuing to increase the weight slowly I came to my personal record of 45 kg. I would say that for the time being I can be considered satisfied, though it is still half way from the last record of approved 'Hercules Charles Rigoulot of France (87.5 kg), and even further away from other records have not been approved and most modern, such as 110 kg of weight in one arm pull supermaximum Russian Mikhail Koklyaev (cat. +105 kg). Again, however, there is always the possibility of improving a little at a time ... and then the 99 pounds it sounds really bad!
The maximum was achieved by CHARLES RIGOULOT, light-heavyweight champion, who manages 87 k. 500 in a beautiful style, the Italian [...] [Carlo] Galimberti, who was champion out of the category [means], and snatched 77 k. 500, missing 80 kilos in the third test. "
M. Bourdonnay-Schewich, Secretary General of the FIH at the time of the Olympic Games in Paris in 1924, Official Report of the VIII Olympiad, p.. 510
With the Olympics in 1928, the Fédération Internationale d' weight-lifting (the current International Weightlifting Federation ) decided to lift the barbell ball - much loved by French weightlifters - and raised an arm, giving rise to a regulation that, subject to minor modifications, remained unchanged until January 1, 1973, the day was finally abolished even the slow relaxation.
Although not shrug "approved" for over 80 years, from my point of view, the tear in the arm has great charm and certainly helpful to some extent, since in any case is still used in many training programs, although more often with dumbbells or dormice and more rarely with Olympic barbells 2.20 m long, especially for a question of balance.
As more or less a year ago I got the idea to try it, after several attempts I managed to go from the simple barbell weights low vacuum type 25 or 30 kg. Continuing to increase the weight slowly I came to my personal record of 45 kg. I would say that for the time being I can be considered satisfied, though it is still half way from the last record of approved 'Hercules Charles Rigoulot of France (87.5 kg), and even further away from other records have not been approved and most modern, such as 110 kg of weight in one arm pull supermaximum Russian Mikhail Koklyaev (cat. +105 kg). Again, however, there is always the possibility of improving a little at a time ... and then the 99 pounds it sounds really bad!
tear in the arm 45 kg - 99 lbs One arm snatch.
Legnano (MI) - May 3, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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New Record of momentum: 111 kg! My long absence
Sometimes - not always - we must dare to know, even slightly.
now in second place was confirmed and repeat the 110 kg that had already been in two other races I would have met. And then I was in shape ... why not try the 111 kg this time?
Moreover, as the master says Giannetti, "the records will make it a pound at a time."
So I brought home three personal bests: 111 kg of thrust, 186 kg total and second place in the category -94 kg, which earned my company, persevering Legnano, 8-point region. A fantastic day!
I wonder if the 80 kg and 115 kg of breakout momentum are so far away ... I'll try anyway!
Dash 111 kg - Clean & Jerk 244 ½ lbs.
2nd place. cat. Regional Senior Trophy -94 kg
Gallarate (VA) - April 10, 2010
This however is my tear with 75 kg carried out in the third round, pulling on it with the risk of falling back. My personal record of tear is slightly higher (76 kg) and is stopped by the race of Chiavari June 6, 2009: it is time to improve it!
Tear 75 kg - Snatch 165 ¼ lbs.
A little curiosity: I think I also scored my best score Sinclair, but do not have it done by a whisker.
My best score is equal Sinclair to 214.56 and dates back to the Regional Grand Prix October 10, 2009, when I made a total of 185 kg (75 kg + 110 kg of breakout momentum) with a body weight of 89.05 kg. Instead, in this race, with a body weight of 91.14 kg and a total of 186 kg, my score Sinclair was $ 214.48. Well, you just can not have everything, but there is always room for improvement!
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