Sunday, June 15, 2008

I Want Sniff Moms Feet

Lysmata amboinensis

As the title implies, in mid-March a new guest arrives in my tub, a beautiful shrimp, that given the small size of the tank, there is always at every little movement. Very nice now is close to my hand as if to want me to do a manicure, this shows me that there is now at ease and that is set right, the proof is the fact that in 4 months has already affettuato 5 mute. Now with this I added that insertions in the tank will be completed the next hosts for a bath and change it when I can make it bigger, for now I enjoy those that are there and the growth of my corals.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

What Is Cervical Lordosis

Seriatopora Caliendrum




coral Finally comes the first "serious", a colony of polyps with Seriatopora caliendrum green, beautiful, alone fills me with half a tank, but only the fact that we can try fills me with pride, until a few months ago I did not know what a coral and now I try to make him grow in the tank, hopefully good. What you say is changing the pan?

Community Service Reccommendation Letter

Meeting with other aquarists

arrive in mid-January, evidence of meeting other hobbyists, place of Mickael miniraduno Uri's house, we start from Cagliari, Roberto and I Jianco, two-hour drive to get there and see the tank that had hitherto only virtual. Here is one of the best sides of this hobby, meet people, meet and why not eat and drink in the company, which is not to bad. On top of that I go away from home Mickael nice load of guests, actinodiscus, zoanthus, Acropora nobilis, and other corals that I can not remember anymore.












What to say thanks for the new guests .... . the tank is filled and more and more colors.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Is Bulk Barn Whey Protein Powder Good

Tridacna maxima

arrived in December, Christmas time, I decide to reward myself, an animal which did not even know the existence until some time ago, but the tank makes her look good: Tridacna maxima beautiful, beautiful and in great health, I like to see how reacts to the change of light at the instant they close and then reopen soon. The bad thing is that I'm aware that as a photographer rendnedo not have a girlfriend, you will also learn patience to do that sooner or later.




Being now almost 4 months since we decided to test the tank with Roberto to see what happens with Acropora, nothing exceptional millepora a frag of pink and two pieces of what turned out to be ( maybe) acropra hirsute, three small pieces small, just to see the effect it does, (I think Robert knew something).




These are my first corals, entered around December 20, 2007, by and with curiosity to see the joy in my tank start to fill and color, I know nothing comparable to certain colonies you see around, but the tank is different, and above all I am just starting out, if they are roses bloom, even if they are corals, spoliperanno.

Glory Holes In Jax Florida

We talk about the bathtub

two lines to describe the technical side of the tank, as it is a written tenerife 67, with the lid off on a Lumenarc III with a 250W lamp, pool size 65 * 35 * 45 (from memory) a pump movement Marea 2400, and again inserted in the filter tank, strictly empty, which only uses the pump to add a bit of movement in the tank. That's it for now no sump, no skimmer, no reactors, rather than a bath I call aquatic gym. I have always said that the aquarium is a hobby that requires lots of patience and I did not hurry to do things. Floor plan will be also a technical part, in the meantime I try to learn as much as I can and if until now the thing I'm not quite tired, it means that it's okay. A lot of people have hair stood on his head, "but as no sump?, But it's complicated, you have to stay there far behind, you have to do many water changes and maybe I subconsciously or perhaps because led by capable people went straight to my way, to arrive at the conclusion, however, with the tub running very well, at least it takes the skimmer ......
Well at least I understand why my skin and what to put in it for me.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

On The Bus Scene Grope

The blog of my teachers (2) The Blog of my teachers


And today is the turn of the blog of the person who introduced me to this world, who got me excited about and who guided me step by step in setting my tank if Mickael Roberto is my teacher is my mentor.

E 'mainly because of its patience if I am passionate about this way that the least I can do is present his post, hoping I also one day be able to have its results. Thanks Roberto.


http://sardegna-acquari.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Pates Playground Hardcor



interrupt the history of my tank to introduce the blog of a friend who follows me and helps me from day one, the great ( in name and fact) Mickael Legrand, a blog from which exudes love for the hobby and a huge passion for everything that is related to the world of aquariums. Follow it because it's really worth.
http://lavitadiunavasca.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Help I Think I Have Macromastia

That light at the end of the tunnel

QUELLA LUCE IN FONDO AL TUNNEL

C’รจ una camera, all’ultimo piano dell’Ospedale Bellaria di S.Lazzaro, a due passi da Bologna. E’ una camera poco illuminata, quasi buia, proprio down the hall.
Inside the room there is a boy, lying on a bed with the covers pulled up to his chest. It seems that sleep, that guy. It has a beautiful face, peaceful, relaxed.
Too bad for those two tubes that come out of the nostrils and connected to the ventilator.

E 'morning, morning.
Outside, along the corridor, you hear footsteps. Steps are slow, tired, exhausted.
They stop right outside the door of the room with the boy inside.
The door opens. On the threshold appears, imposing dark figure of a man.
A man with a newspaper under his arm.
You will hear a short noise. It comes from the man, the noise.
A sigh, maybe. A sob, maybe.
The man runs his hand over his face, maybe it dries a tear.
not be seen, there is too little light.

seems to be asleep, she thinks the man standing in the doorway.
steps over, this time is rapid, decisive. He goes straight into the boy's bed, he stops again. Fumbles a bit 'in his jacket pocket and then takes out a scarf. The man hangs up his scarf at the head of the bed. The scarf is red and blue, and above it says Ultras Bologna. Now swing over the boy's face.
The man observes the face of that guy who seems to sleep.
shakes his head. Even the sound short, maybe another sigh.
The man sits in the chair in faux leather that is between the bed and the window. Directs more light dell'abat lamp, opens the newspaper, folded it right, so you can take with one hand, and the other holds the boy's hand, that no needles, no tubes, no IV.
The man begins to read. Out loud.
not read for himself.
Law for the boy lying in the shadows of the room at Bellaria.
three years, every day.
Read the article on Bologna.
Only today, the article has a great title, very big. And speaking of promotion, Bologna, Pisa and back with wins in Serie A, the party last night in Piazza Maggiore.

the opposite corner of the room there is a strange machine with a screen bright green path lines, graphs and numbers.
Every now emits a buzz.
The boy's world is all there, in the machine that keeps him alive.
What keeps him in a world of red and blue. What keeps him in a nightmare, though.

I can not wake up, Judas pig.
How long am I sleeping?
From time be too much, I do not know.
I know I was coming from Parma. I was happy, very happy.
were four of us, we were with the car of the Faith.
The Bologna won 1 to 0, in Parma. The first leg of the playoff
salvation. It was almost done. Almost done.
remember that we are still afraid, though. You never know in football.
Then, darkness.
sleep. Dream.
But when morning comes?
When he arrives on June 18?
I have to go to the stadium, I must go and see the tie with Parma. The return.
I can not wait.
this dream I like mica. In fact, I do just suck, fuck.

I dreamed that we lost the tie with Parma for 2 to 0, you think.
Whether we lost because we were two goals to rebound, a jinx absurd.
I dreamed the Parma fans who celebrated in St. Luke, we took the piss, that butt of consumer jokes, and their players on the athletics track of the air that hopped and singing. And while I was dreaming all this, I felt like crying, but I could not mica to cry, I knew it was a dream that was not true.
I dreamed that the Messina and Reggina were all cheated, who had not paid taxes and personal income tax and that this should have to go to Serie B for us.
Be ', of course. In addition to Parma, Parma cursed, with our money that had secured the Serie A, home loans, the Garden, and so on.
But I dreamed that we would go anyway, in B. As usual horned and clubs. And ignored by those in power in Italy, the beautiful game in the world.
I dreamed that buying Vignaroli Bologna - stuff you would not believe, Vignaroli - and that gave him the number ten jersey, that of Baggio, that of Lords. I dreamed that came along with a series of blowjobs Vignaroli horrendous, people who in reality could never walk on the lawn of our stadium. One of those unworthy
broccacci Antonazzo called that absurd name.
A rhyming, I even thought of. I dreamed of coming back
Ulivieri, that things were going badly with Ulivieri, and then came around a hedgehog, as it was called ... well, ah, yes, Mandorlini.
But things went bad the same. Then come back Ulivieri, again, and with him his delusions.
but remains in B
Of course the mind makes strange jokes eh? How do they dream of all 'these things impossible?

But it's over. I dreamed that
going on a casino, in football, it was discovered that all what we imagine, what is said in any bar in Bologna, or that the system is rotten and controlled by criminals as Moggi, Galliani, Della Valle. Who stole and steal joy and success to those who fight fairly.
I also dreamed that this scandal had called Calciopoli.
I thought I had more imagination, at least in dreams.
I dreamed that, as usual, at the beginning of the scandal were promised severe penalties, demotions, penalties irrecoverable.
But in the end, in my dream, the penalties were ridiculous, and for us to Bologna, insult was added to years of humiliation,
We were even Juve in Serie B.
Only in series B.
Just right for us to break my balls. Crazy.
the end of this Calciopoli was fished out of the A Messina.
too, come on, even for a dream. Meanwhile
also was still in Parma A.

I dreamed that we pissed off then, we in turn, people on the street, we felt once again taken for a ride, it was time to make us feel.
So did a wonderful event for the B division match against Juventus. I dreamed that we decided to stay out of the curve for a quarter of an hour.
to protest against a football sick, dying, crushed by corruption, crime clearly established its leadership.
I dreamed that the event was coming fine.
And that while we did this wonderful event and very successful, Juventus won, 1 to 0. Stealing more and worse than other times.
I have a really sick and evil mind, I will.
Dreaming 'these things ... bah.
I dreamed that Juve are back in, we returned to Genoa, Napoli. All
protected by referees complacent silence and information from a party. Meanwhile, the
Bologna, Bologna, my, remained at B. Again. With Ulivieri, then assistant coach, Cecconi.
I still had that great desire to cry, but could not.

Then I dreamed that the league started again. The Bologna win, win, won.
Fair? Yes
But always won the other, Judas pig.
Chievo, Lecce, Pisa. All, oh. Albinoleffe
always won, too, so to speak.
And then I thought, now I wake up, I am exhausted. Fuck.
But I could not. That stuff.

Then I dreamed that reached the last game. If the Bologna was being won in Serie A.
A sort of playoff. Like three years ago, as with Parma.
I felt the air move slightly, like when my scarf waving in the stadium. I swear, I feel the same, identical, beautiful.

What is this bright light?
Uh, is to see that morning has arrived. Finally
.

The boy opens his eyes, looks around. The first thing you see is a scarf. A red and blue scarf hanging from the headboard of the bed.
But it is her room, this room.
Why is her room?
And that voice? Where does this voice?
something must have happened. But what?

The man does not realize it, the paper prevents him from seeing that the boy has opened his eyes. Continue reading the article.
The boy turns his face to the voice that is speaking.
An intense itching in the nose makes him a grimace of annoyance.
What are those pipes that have nostrils? The boy
focus. What he sees, what he feels.
begins to understand. To understand something. And above all
recognizes that voice. And
'his father.
E 'without doubt the voice of his father.
His father shakes his hand and did not read anything for at least twenty years.
Yes, it must be something just happened.

The guy is concentrated in the newspaper that his father holds. On that page folded and hanging over his bed.
He still sleepy, so sleepy. And the light is low, very little. But
turn his head slightly and is able to read something.
There are two tables in the bottom of the page. On the first it says the new Series A, Series B on the second The boy
the law as quickly as possible.
Then he smiles.
Bologna is the first. The Parma in the second, a confirmation.
-Oh, Dad, we did it, did you see? - Murmurs.

The man stops reading.
still holds the paper up between him and his son.
But he feels again the noise, the noise about, more, more, more.

You can cry a lot, of joy.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Fibroids And Aching Legs

1 Zebrasoma flavescens



After the first fish, I start to fill the tank with other fish, according to many exaggerated, but for me an aquarium without fish is an aquarium, so heedless of the advice of many, and trusting those who disagreed with me, I put in a tub Zebrasoma flavescens, a Pseudo Cheilinus Hexantenia and Amphiprion ocellaris. Unfortunately, the ocellaris environment and you do not die after a few days, they tell me it can happen and do not alarm me much. In the meantime I'm enjoying the new guests, those 5 bonded windows start to get interesting in the meantime and maturation continues, waiting to make the plunge. coming in late October: change pitch and two neon lighting from 15 watts to a Lumenarc III with a 250 watt metal halide lamp. Totally different music, the tank to live comedians seriously, diatoms appear first on the glass and values \u200b\u200bbegin to stabilize . I look forward to the explosion of algae but does not come, maybe some rocks in part already purged earlier, perhaps the fact that for two months the pool is left with very little light, the fact is that everything seems to go for the best.


In mid-November I add some components to patrol scavengers another two turbo snails and hermit crab. In the meantime, I note with much pleasure that it was hidden in the rocks a snail that not only grows but after some time to find mates, probably was not alone in hiding. Taken from the hustle insert also the first coral Pachyclavularia viridis a beautiful green carpet on the floor of the pool that finally beginning to color.