«Antique blog with a sentimental value, from the times when we branched out on the internet armed with anonymousness and our passions, no interest in making it a day job.
Nato come
To drown a rose («Il blog più disgustosamente neoromantico mai visto») in tempi di anonimato in rete, esterofilia e manifesti programmatici, questo archivio resta un inventario di cose lette sentite viste pensate che attira insperato traffico da google su argomenti balzani, e che ogni tanto, in modo un po’ horror, tende a rianimarsi.
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basta con questo titillamento bibliofiliaco: è uno stillicidio per il mio cuore sensibile! adesso devi invitarmi a vedere tutte queste tue chicche dal vivo. I demand it !
molto bene, ma attenzione: è un itinerario in due tappe, milano-lago.
What lovely illustrations, I did a Google translation of this post, you are lucky having language materials with good illustrations. When we learned French we had a book called Tricolore which had photos of sleazy teens from the 1970s dancing to la musique pop. They came with cassettes of people speaking French, some of the men sounded like they ought not to be on something aimed at children and teenagers.
Ho sempre questi strani deja vu…
katherine, I hope you’ve kept your wonderful French course with the sleazy photos and the sexy/titillating male voice recordings on the cassettes… sounds quite a find ! and it could be worth something for people like me who collect retro material (quotation please and I might buy it off you).
as for the language issue, maybe we could ask Rose to make this a more bilingual blog…
Sorry Avi they were strictly school property! I did look them up on the net but the first few pages of Google were about the modern editions and I didn’t want to trawl through any more pages I’m afraid. Sadly the school probably just chucked them out.
uhm, avi, i think i’m just too lazy for that (though i’ve been planning to post in english, once in a while).
but feel free to comment in english, everybody, it’s allowed!
hmmm, I suspect that instead of going to jumble sales, parish fetes or car boot sales I should hang around school rubbish tips…
avi, please!