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Magister

Dear readers,

Blondewithbrain got her Master degree in international relations yesterday. The discussion was very specific and it can be rightfully called the last battle. Finishing was really touching, it completely drained me. Indeed I am very happy because this is the end of an important path, the same that many important people have done–in my case diplomats, Presidents of the Republic, writers, politicians. I am very happy because I have finished in the due time, with no delays and no more taxes. Yet it feels so strange knowing that this is the end of exams, dramas in the buildings and lunches at the canteen with my father (who strangely loves to eat especially there) in days where we would both have something to do in Florence later, or he needed to do something at the Court. Even if I refuse to think this is an end and I will keep on being around the uni to publish books and maybe teach one day–when I will be such an innovative mind that I will be called ad honorem–indeed the sensation is something odd, especially considering that after this my main worry will be organising the perfect wedding with my now fiancée! I have really grown up exponentially this month… The only thing that keeps me younger is organising an astronomical Russian party and not worry to much about work.   Alas SCHUTKA!!! (Which is Russian for “joke”). Actually I am announcing today the imminent opening of my website, a blond think tank of relaxed and fun counter information. There will be several sections, so you’ll be able to read whatever interest you must, but keeping in mind that I am not The Huffington Post as I am not a journalist yet… I will be The OFFington! So hopefully from next week you will be able to read what I specifically avoided to write the past weeks–of course because I was focusing on the degree, but also because the issues are so tasty that I want to make sure they are the first to appear: Alexander Dugin (the subject of my thesis and of ideologue of much of the international debate concerning Russia today) in his many aspects, Trump and his crazy moves, Macron and his patron. Did you really think I would be silent on the French elections? I will be fostered to open the site asap. And I hope that you will remain with me and let me hear your voice, so I will have a subscribe section and in case I agree with the tone of your messages, they will be published on your behalf with your name next to mine. I will find a way for which someone can collaborate too. As soon as it is ready, keep connected to Blondewithbrain as under shiny hair I will make sure you’ll have the shiny news of ambitious me!

Love your work and you will never work in your life. (Steve Jobs)

I’d rather be unemployed under the sun rather than working. Instead, I cross fingers I’ll have enough inspiration to live on my writings.

Goodbye blog, time to grow up for you too!

 

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Lifestyle

Enjoy beauty and make no war

Aesthetics is the key to a fulfilled, pleasant life. It’s never been my intention to imitate Oscar Wilde or Gabriele D’Annunzio because it might seems shallow, but in a world where horrors happen living surrounded by beautiful things helps enormously. Plus it’s easy to imagine luxury, statues, marbles and beautiful cars, but it’s way simpler than this. Indeed that would be the point – working hard and gaining the right to buy durable objects that maintain their cash price forever or even increase it -, but before getting there one should enter the mentality of being on the way to make it, allowing him/herself a treat. A treat is something useless and relatively expensive – to paraphrase Marie Antoinette it is “a macaron, and not bread”(actually she said croissant, but I am using macarons as they were invented by an ITALIAN chef at her court and she went nuts for them) – but which boost your mood and self-esteem in enjoying its sight and/or taste knowing you made a relatively crazy thing allowing yourself the try. It’s eating one oyster with a glass of white wine in a bar on a street in France instead of eating a sandwich for lunch. It’s eating a truffle pizza or drinking champagne and not prosecco for a relatively little difference for a piece or a glass. It’s buying a rose randomly and enjoy its sight, planting a particular plant, buying a charming map or a textile. The unusual and the beautiful. That’s what separate civilisation from barbarians, enjoy the beauty that life can offer instead of indulging in horrific images and examples given by reportage of countries in war and/or poverty. It’s the mentality of success-thinking in excess mode!  Coming home knowing that a luscious box of chocolates, pastries, roses will be there make of home a good, positive environment. And will make you want more, for which you’ll be pumped to gain. And with a drop of positivity you’ll make it in a way that you’ll feel you have never worked in you life as your work is your passion (cit. Steve Jobs).

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That was a little preface for a project I am working on, a new website. I am willing to finally make of my gift of writing a (almost) full-time job, both by starting my own counter information journal, and by writing books. The first editions of Harry Potter are well on sight on a shelf to remind me of their author – a woman which made the most beautiful trip in her mind and made from it a bestseller which made her a billionaire. Those are examples to look at! J. K. Rowling was on the train from Manchester to London (the same I was into on NYE) when she had the idea of writing from a tiny scratch she made on a handkerchief. She was 25 and she made a billionaire trip for free that many billionaires could never conceive neither afford. Fantasy is the best trip, it is infinite and can change your world, in fact it is outer space. Rowling studied the classics at the university of Exeter, and then went to live in Manchester. So far, we have several things in common: I turned 25, went to Exeter in college on a very unforgettable camp experience when I was 16, I am currently living close to Manchester, in a countryside where from owls and strange cats Hyppogrifs might as well appear. Plus, I am an Italian raised in a family where from the part of my mother we have classics’ teachers and editors – in the country where true art was created. Indeed I have a juridical/political background from my studies – it helps when you create a “ministry of magic” I guess, or when you create a new world from a current political situation. So readers, my statement is that I will do my best to entertain you and gain your loyalty. I want to inspire you and make you dream. I want to make you mostly laugh in the website, and maybe cry a bit in the books – hence I want to move your soul. Meanwhile I would like to avoid being criticised because I don’t write in my mother tongue, but I have been so deep into the English practise (so much that also my current dissertation is in English) that I find it easier and plus practically everybody understand – nevertheless, in the future I shall translate or have an Italian translator to keep up the Italian pride.

Your support means a lot to me, thanks to all the ones that have been confident of BLONDEWITHBRAIN, with such a name sometimes I mocked myself too, but I guess it worked to make me EXCESSively confident – smiling with a lobster in my mouth instead of copying pictures or being serious! Life is a joyful fantasy if we want!

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Lifestyle, Places

Hangover in El Prat

(This post was due yesterday but inexplicably it wasn’t published)

A souvenir that I leave behind me each time I go through Barcelona is feeling hangover wandering around its airport. Behind me, memories of a remarkably funny night. Today I am coming back from England after having participated the 17th of March to one of the most proper British custom, the horse race in Cheltenham-Gold Cup! English people are totally nut for horse races, they take it very seriously, it’s an upper class obligation to attend and get the most expensive tickets as possible; it’s a true status. Indeed there are also common people getting 60£ tickets and eating fish&chips… but even then, 60£ for entering a horse race seems a lot to Italians like me, attending (before it closed) in Livorno some basic horse races with a 10€ tickets and betting hard instead. Then in England there is, as all should know reading gossip and watching films such 4 weddings and a funeral, the dress code is particularly strict, whichever tickets you get. In Cheltenham tweed and trousers can be okay, but in Ascot God forbid wearing dresses shorter than 4 inches up the knee-and no black! The Queen shall inspire all with her pastel dresses, so when I saw something of the kind I bought it immediately after having submitted my choice to my mum in law. They are bringing me in the Royal enclosure, 4 inches to the Queen literally, so I shall be more perfect than usual… In Cheltenham I was dressing a leopard dress which despite being aggressive as it should, is particularly chaste with its details. Hat and high-eels completed the outfit. So we had lunch in the 3 michelin star restaurant go Albert Roux overlooking the race field.


The day before my birthday was more filled with celebrations then the day of my birthday i.e. yesterday March 18th. After trying to organise something in Monaco, London and Amsterdam, we took it easy with custom fight and making up in Mellor Knowl- Charles’s reign. But when you forget to book the flight back in the turmoil of disorganisation-Charles is probably right attributing this to me I ought to say-Barcelona is the obvious place to stop 3 hours before getting to the right airport. I remember getting to El Prat at 5am after having partied all night with my friend Camilla, who graduated in podology at the Universitat de Barcelona. I was mad at her or week not bringing me to party because she was too stressed to have a nice discussion of her dissertation-opposite to me, that need to party in order to forget it. She took me to study (!) and sunbathe in spartan towels in the beach of Badalona-Spanish are so socialist that there is no private beach there, so imagine my joy…plus she kept far from someone I knew with whom I could have had some fun, mischievous Camilla who thinks I am that naughty. No more than Camilla’s mother, a fantastic woman to whom I have a lot in common, starting from Louis Vuitton to crazy romanticism and a flair for art-the visit of Gaudi’s Battlo house together was unforgivable. Ultimately after graduation we had some hangover night, one in a Hawaiian bar where I got so wasted I picked up a huge sombrero from the bin holding a rose in my mouth and slept covered by it on the sofa the night before the hyper serious ceremony. The same day we went on celebrating in a crowded with hipsters and teenagers club (I would rather have gone to the way-classier Carpe diem but ultimately I had no panic attacks) and I went straight to the airport afterwords.

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Battlo House

Studying and playing with condoms from the distributors in the university

Teaching Camilla the holy rule on how to behead a bottle

A girls night out

The next day

Graduation ceremony

So 1 hour after the last photo was taken I roamed around there 2 hours before the flight and landed in Nice with a killer mentality. My driver (name has been changed) got it wrong wanting to bring me for breakfast. Nevertheless, in the afternoon I was partying again in Nikki beach at the “Peace and love” party. And I got some peace and love even when Italy lost to Germany in the world cup, as Ronaldo scored and Portugal won; seeing Germany losing in the final was even more priceless! Parallels is that I am going to celebrate more tomorrow  and be fresh and I expect my week will be made by the online deposit of my thesis! Today we are going to have a nice time in El Prat, smoking cigarettes in the open smoking area and remembering the beauty of the most fantasious city in a most odd trip, this time with a King all along. I post photos of that day at the airport (that sombrero became my travel buddy!) and in Nikki beach immediately after with photos of me yesterday, so you can see my unscathed youth and resistance to champagne turning one year older! The difference between then and now is that whilst before I would have roamed between shops and get crazy to find the smoking area-which in this amazing airport is an open air space with Haagen Datz and a gazebo-,now I sit calm at the lounge drinking martini in this 3 hours wait. But I am still wearing no make up, I come back from partying and I will be partying even more, and after posting this reflection of my status I will go shopping-careless if I look like a ghost and conscious of my weight loss.

Turning 1/4 century

In Manchester airport I brought turmoil to the luxury lounge while collecting food and explaining how sorry and confused I am after the lovely party for my birthday I was told that “celebrating 21 is always massive.” This is the age most people give me, and I want to stick to it-hungry and foolish. So are my business plans of making of Charles a pop star and myself acting in the videos as his muse. Oldish Alessandra’s wife plan is to support him enjoying myself and being happy and not difficult indeed… I will fit this role,I like being Brit way more than being french!

 

 

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Road trip to Kitzbühel

This year I had the most perfect ski holiday in Kitzbühel with my English family, which I have no words to thank enough. We are all in one piece (unlike my daddy who broke his femur at the beginning of the year skiing) and the ski holiday came back to be my favourite from a long time. From the beginning it was a great adventure, so I must write  step by step to share all those dots that made the greatest of holiday and could be your tips:

  • Charles and I were in Livorno, so we had to hire a car.
  •  We left on Friday 17th and stopped in an amazing resort over lake Garda. It was quite hard to join as it was high over a hill after Salò and I understood why Mussolini chose to build his last republic in 1943 there. Those places are so charming. The Lefay resort is a luxurious bulwark in the middle of nowhere with the most charming spa: several swimming pool, but I especially liked the outdoor heated one, with all the colours changing and jets of water over the lake; then the salted lake with the big moon (a kind of Dead Sea); the gym overviewing the lake; the charming oriental style hammam and the sauna with the iced lake… A perfect place to refill the energies and have a huge breakfast in dressing gowns.IMG_6182.jpg
  • The road to Kitzbühel the next day was very pleasant. 3 hours run fast under the sun bordering a beautiful lake such as the Garda. I was impressed entering into Kitzbühel to drive past the building in which Spectre was turned: remember when 007 (Daniel Craig) has to find the blonde Bond girl to be who knows about Sceptre (Léa Seydoux)? Then Kitzbühel, which I liked at first sight with its coloured buildings containing the kind of shops that I like, QUALITY ONES (we had Louis Vuitton, my favourite, right in front of the hotel ;)). The hotel Zur Tenne is the kind of place you can miss all the year, with its woods, spacious rooms, pleasant charming spa, interesting guests, kindness of people working there and especially a bar where you can smoke into and a Russian bartender which of course was of help in practicing my Russian as I spent the week tracking Russians and asking them about Dugin, Putin, what they think about Trump etc. I decided that instead of even trying being a diplomat and be obliged to go living in Rome (chaotic hell!), I will definitely do the exam to be a journalist. And anyway, I am already to an extent and intend to surmount the profession with a huge boost to this blog once I am done with the dissertation (end of April nearingggg). Such a great time in all senses. Skiing was lovely, we found great weather and surviving the terrible moguls in the soft snow showed that I could ski everywhere. But if ski is a pleasure, going with my english ma shopping and having the nails done was of course even better – the cherry on the cake! Skiing must be balanced with a great town where to walk and find interesting spots. Spa is not enough. Life on the mountains is the most boring if there is no decent shopping to do but just restaurants to be hangover out of pure boredom. That’s why Kitz is so great – there is everything, and I could sincerely live there for periods. We missed the casino as there is more than enough to see and buy!
  • Heartbroken to leave that paradise, Charles and I left on Saturday 25th and stopped this time in Verona, where we had a romantic walk around the arena and Juliet’s balcony before going to eat Asian food (we missed it after all) and getting lost in the daedalus of streets on the way back to the hotel.
  • On the 26th we were back in time for lunch to celebrate fish daddy’s birthday.

So we are back to the “routine” of me finishing the thesis and being somehow stressed (actually, I went nut in Kitz on Tuesday when skiing I was obsessed on finishing the last chapter and in fact did it the same day). Charles was the usual angel in accompanying me to the university yesterday… Meanwhile, Cheshire is under the snow and I miss my English parents. I send them lots of thought and love, I am the luckiest girl on planet to have such an in law family!

And of course to all readers!!!

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A clean January

Hello readers,

January is bizarely one of my favourite months: starting a new year is always exciting, there are many expectations all up to be realised; the cold weather makes enjoying being cozy in the house drinking hot drinks and watching films and series; cuddling under the hottest blanket is better then ever; spa is very welcomed and relaxing; working is up to new challenges and motivation rocks on; holidays, wether on the snow or at the Maldives or St Barth are different from the ones all over the years either for the joy to see the snow and eat fondue or raclette with amazing red wines, either for allowing yourself a longer and paradisiac summer. I go for the cold most of the time, and this year as I previously told my intention of boosting this blog and share more, I will share my week of ski in Kitsbuhel in February. More than all the previous years, this year we start with a better achievement and greater expectations. I am not only referring to my love and all that we have to build together, and the great expectations that I have for us, that will deserve a book.

I am of course referring to the inaugural speech of new president Donal Trump yesterday! How could I let go this? I was having my feet done in the spa while watching the parade and hearing the speech yesterday… I shut the aesthetician and looked at it on my phone for the first time in my life, as for the first time of my life I stayed awake in the night to watch who would be the 45th president of the US. I made a bet that unlike Soros losing 1 billion I could have made money of it. Like on BrexIt. My flaws to waste potential money for my passion must be readdressed in 2017. Anyway, like the Donald say, January 20th, 2017, won’t be forgotten. That was one of the most powerful inauguration US speeches ever (I studied the rhetoric of many of them in my degree in political communication). The new president revealed himself as he showed in the previous months. The outsider. Thanking Barack Obama and his wife is like a mockery as he goes on very hard on the very flaws of America as it is after those shameful presidencies. All that the nation has lost lost for herself in pursuing other’s alleged causes – if those causes weren’t created by the US itself, as most of its covert operations in the past have been discovered. This is the time for America to mind of its business (farsi i cazzi suoi), shining as an example but not imposing to be followed with violence. That DIRTY Obama won a nobel peace prize as he was the first quasi black president in a nation where racism is very common. I am quite sure Hillary Clinton would have won it if she would have became the first quasi woman in the white house (now she’s upgraded as a human relict good for making soap). Quite ironic as they disrupted the Middle East, brought war in several nations and were on the verge of attacking Russia… I say DIRTY Obama going away from an a new CLEAN White House and I am accused of being racist. Why can’t I call him dirty and everyone else not? We all are dirty if we commit sins, a comment as such has nothing to do with racism, and I want to stigmatise that this attitude of calling racist who criticise that man is typical of communists and benpensanti good thinkers, the ones that Trump will finally eradicate as such is the establishment, communists with rolexes. The spirit of communism is still alive, it wants to bring war and spread globalism and uniformity over diversity. I am not racist but I assert that as long as we have the same red patriotic blood (cit. Trump) whites and blacks and yellows do have different cultures, and a woman is different from a man. We all come from different planets and we love each other in our diversity! If I get pissed of course I use metaphors like “that shit of a man, well the colour of shit is the same” or “black monkey”. Blacks have metaphors for us too and are as much racist and clustered… but there is still love!!! If with racism you hate, than you love as well, as those two sentiments are the opposite face of the coin. Th indifference of the US up until now is the true RACISM! I am very proud of this new era as is my mentor and author Alexander Dugin, who I hope is reading my comment from Russia. I can’t wait to insert Katehon’s (http://katehon.com) comments over this victory in my dissertation, too. Goal to be achieved in April, right on the academic schedule! If you haven’t seen or read the speech yet, here it is its link. Enjoy, cheers!!!

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First class ending

London is calling and I am joining the City with my perfect gentleman on the same trip that J.K. Rowling did when she had the inspiration for Harry Potter. This year was very unique, and like 2015 it is ending in a way I could have never expected. 2015 was memorable because of the political campaign, but it had many downsizes and low moments. I started a life in Monte Carlo that was perfect only the first months but not even, a warmy apple was under my roof, someone who I tried to help that cheated on me repeatedly ruining my relationship and eventually stealing me a Louis Vuitton bag. Whatever. I got a new one and was covered with luxurious ubjects up until now, so fuck yourself you useless poor thing. 2016 started in New York in a nice way and is ending in London in a nicer way, at a proper party in black tie and long dresses. The magic of this year was my salvation, my growth in choosing the right partner. I broke a huge barrier I had. Love doesn’t really have age barrier, a younger man can be more mature than the woman; and viceversa. So if it is about choosing a partner for life, think about the beauty of growing up together instead of dealing with the past of the other and eventually dreadful children. Building empires and making your own legacy instead of getting a legacy is priceless. I made mistakes that wouldn’t have brought me anywhere, so I must end this fabulous year thanking the Lord for giving me the opportunity to give a true sense to my life shifting my destiny toward the best. Thank you for having sent me such an angel as Charles, and let me recognise and remember of him at the right moment, before I could eventually make the mistake of stepping back. I have had subsequently such inspirations as the LSE and boosting this blog with his help as he is a successful businessman in softwares. But he is also an artist, and so I am, and in 2017 we shall surprise the world with a few creations. A relationship shall bring the best out of you, give a sense, build. 2016 opened my eyes to what I truly deserved. I shall thank who made me sad choosing unnaturally a selfish daughter, not caring and noticing about the fact that I was having a life meanwhile thanks to what I was provided. I met my happiness because I was as careless at the end. Sorry if in the path I broke your heart. It was not my intention. It was God’s plan. It was Karma. Apart from my personal life, which I shall protect, karma in politics kicked out Clinton, Sarkozy and Renzi; while I’d spare the latter, the first two and Obama I hope in 2017 will have what they deserve even more violently. That idiot of Obama lifted useless sanctions against Russia yesterday I shall say no more, as they comment itself. The worst president in the history of the USA is about to go, finally, and even there he can’t help but deluding. If only he could be flushed in the toilet like what his skin colour looks like. I am sorry if I have been racist but he is the first coloured president and instead of being thankful and cheer the Nobel prize of peace I think we should all examine his catastrophic presidency and blame it of having been the least peaceful. ISIS was created with the disruption of the Middle East, Israel is not an ally anymore, and we were on the edge of war with Russia – if in 2002 Putin announced a “cool war”, here the “cold war” was at its peak. It shall be no more like this in 20 days. Even if this was George Michael’s Last Christmas and the end of love for Leonard Cohen, we have good elements to cheer the New Year.

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My sweetheart. If we were all lucky like me there would me no ugliness and anger in the world. But I guess I am lucky because I am brave enough to embrace my destiny and dance with it. It is not difficult to be lucky, it’s about to choose happiness. Never to be a nurse or a martire. Do what fulfill you, and everything around you will flourish. If you can’t be loved as you wish, be feared. I wish everybody a happy new year, filled with fun, courage, determination, self-esteem.

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Bad Men Do What Good Men Dream

A forensic psychiatrist illuminates the darkest side of human behavior. 

  

 Before getting to talk about the book and the reason I’m thinking about crime at 1am on the 16th of August, I’m taking a step back. How this interest in criminology started I don’t know, I would have never said that I could read, watch and see photos of true crimes scenes…. I’m horrified by blood and very impressionable, so I could never be a doctor. But geeze, crime is exciting, the psychology behind is charming. I’m not talking of boring everyday crime, cops’ work… Of course I’m talking about the profiling of criminals, the one you see in films and is hidden potentially in anyone you might step in in a “normal” day. Seeing a lot of criminal and psychological series helped me in choosing criminology as a master’s optional exam last year. I got informations and the book, and again even though my closest were saying I was crazy to do such a big and specific exam (under law and its terminology, very philosophical) I fell in the rabbit’s hole, and got 28/30. The theories are many, though the basis essentially being Lombroso’s positive school and Beccaria’s liberal one. The former pretends that a criminal is a criminal even before birth, so he must be kept in a psychiatric hospital forever (remember somebody flew over the coocko’s nest?); the latter instead is for a rehabilitative punition, proportionate to the gravity of the crime. As no subjects really interested me more and no professors had awakened my curiosity more, o asked the thesis and I was given it in February – I may have changed my mind and destiny now but this is another long story and subject. That’s the reason why I started reading more and more bloody and brutal books. This one is really, really crude. In its Manichaeism it brings you down into the criminal mind of psychopaths, rappers, serial killers with no lack of details. It is honestly quite hard to read sometimes, but it opens up a mind incredibly. Why criminals get to be criminals, what may lie in their past… Which habits may indicate a future in crime… How is a psychopath defined, how he thinks, what he cares – the answer is no definition as he would reject any, there are lack of feelings, narcissism and the starve to get pleasure totally neglecting to think smartly about the surrounding people. Do you think have you ever met one? Of course, we live everyday surrounded by psychopaths, and the best way not to get hurt by their low means is understanding it, outsmarting them, reading them. Lie to Me is an excellent psychological serie I go nut for, as it teaches quite well how emotions show up and so how to detect them and eventually hide them. 

  
And here we go to the reason of why I’m writing right now! I’m still shaking following the vision of The bone collector, an amazing film with Danzel Washington and Angelina Jolie, finally a true chriminological one,where a serial killer drops clues that need to be read to get to the next crime and again up to the ultimate motive. There is a lot of suspense and some scenes are really brutals. I was stuck in bed hugging a pillow and no hunger of Haagen Dazs’ ice cream  anymore! Why why why watching these films before sleeping, I really wanted to hurt myself…after this outburst I guess as I’m not tired as I was wishing of I need a comedy. Some sex&the city could do, at least I can hope I’ll dream of my favorite city, New York.

Let’s think pink and have a good sleep, readers!

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