What happens when you try to date on line

Ok, now let's get to the real business: my experience of dating on line. Which is one of the reasons why I wanted to have a blog in the first place. To be able to tell to the sideral space what really happens when you try to meet a 'friend' or anybody of the gender you are interested in through this very new mean of communication. One theory I have (it works for planes too) is that we are psicho-biologically quite backwards in respect to what is happening technologically these days. So for example, when you travel to another continent, a part than jet lag, there's culture lag (which is not the same thing as cultural shock) in the sense that even when you go to a place you know well (see my case, when I go to New York or Canada or China) even if I do feel right away like if I am back 'home', it also takes me several days to fit in mentally and logistically. Most time I am quite lost during the first few days, even if I am back 'home'. That also happens when I go back to Italy after months here, or vice-versa. There's a process of cultural, habitus adaptation, that takes much more time than the flight. Because we are not originally programmed to travel that way, in such an 'innatural' fashion.

Same thing with MSN, dating on line, meeting strangers on the web, etc.: our pshycho-genes or whatever you want to call the tiny elements that carry our emotional DNA , would still act as normal, like in real life: i.e. somebody sounds nice to you, says nice things to you and instantly you start having a sweet penchant for him/her. And then this thing grows like a piece of dough in the dark space of the internet vacuum, with you and your mind and your sick phsyche filling in the void and making the 'other' so attactive, so desirable. Which of course is mostly the result of our imagination. But apparently there's no way to avoid it, becase this is just what people seem to love most about intenet dating: the creation of a ciber-romance with strangers, right from the center of your sofa. (to be continued with more 'specific' details)

Grey Dutch Sky and Flowers

Here we are with another of those typically Dutch grey sky days. Yet, how do I say it, the weather here has never really bothered me. Of course it was like heaven last month with an entire, read entire, month without rain. And flowers blooming, tulips extravanganza everywhere.
I think this is the best part of Holland: the way they were able to develop this flowers business and gardening skills to such an incredibly sophisticate level. What I tell my friends in Italy is that whenever you see flowers around here, and you think they are fake because they are so beautiful and perfect, and you are used to think that flowers (particularly orchids) so beautiful must be made of silk, then you are always wrong. They don't really need artificial flowers here, they have the real stuff ALL THE TIME. Which is weird because this is a Northern country, not a tropical one. But because they are probably the largest producers of fresh flowers in the world (I guess so) there are more flowers here to buy and see that for example, in Italy.
This is really a way to waste time, isn'it? Since I don't want to go and start editing that article that I have been working on for ages.....I am going now.

Why I call myself Criulinha

Criulinha comes from my basic understanding of Cape Verdian criole. I am sure it is a term generically used in most lusophone (i.e. portuguese ) languages and societies, but I discovered it through my passion for Cape Verde, so for me it's related to that culture (and experiences).
It is used, at least in one song that I like a lot sung my friend To' Alves and composed by my other even better friend Kalu Monteiro, to indicate a young criole (by this meaning mixed, because everybody is mixed in Cape Verde) girl. ('inha' is like 'ina' in italian, an affectionate diminutive).
I am not so much 'inha' (I think I am 1.80 cm tall, around 6' in english system) but I do feel to be very mixed, even if not on the outside, which is unexcitingly white.
But since I have lived in far too many places (it kind of fucks you up, actually, forget about the exoticism of the experiences) I feel marked inside by all these very deep ties I have with so many different people, which is very hard to make sense of. So I feel very mixed, very 'something else' , often very different (in the sense that I don't fit in, not that I stand out). So I like to call myself that way, which is a way to make me feel as if I am in fact part of a little bit of everything.

My First Blog late at night

Just few words to say that I now begin to put some of the things I have been writing on diaries, email messages, postcards and paper scraps here. I don't know why I want to do it, but it's probably to find out whether there is somebody out there who can sympatize with my random, and often self-bashing thoughts. It is also because I want my friends who are living so far away to be right here, next to me.

Baci for now.