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[spilladabalia]

Charles Bukowski (16/8/1920-9/3/1994)

da You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense (Black Sparrow Press, 1986) - edizione italiana Tutto il giorno alle corse dei cavalli e tutta la notte alla macchina da scrivere, minimum fax 1999, traduzione di Tiziano Scarpa.

#charles bukowski #i'm not a misogynist #you get so alone at times that it just makes sense #poesia #poetry #poesia americana #american poetry #black sparrow press #1986 #minimum fax #tiziano scarpa #1999

[queerographies]

[Autobiogrammatica][Tommaso Giartosio]

Clicca qui per acquistare il libro Titolo: AutobiogrammaticaScritto da: Tommaso GiartosioEdito da: Minimum FaxAnno: 2024Pagine: 440ISBN: 9788833894867 L’Autobiogrammatica che avete tra le mani è un gioco sorprendente e vertiginoso: il racconto di un’esistenza – unica e comune – come la storia di un linguaggio. Esiste un legame segreto tra le due linee sinuose lungo cui si snoda la nostra vita:…

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#2024 #Autobiogrammatica #Minimum Fax #Tommaso Giartosio

[notadeathinthefamily]

3 writers for 3 painters

Emanuela Cocco/Mia Makila - Beatrice Galluzzi/Angelo Barile - Veronica Galletta/Ermes Simili

#lowbrowart #lowbrowillustration #lowbrowpopsurrealists #mia makila #angelo barile #books #weird books #ermes simili #emanuela cocco #beatrice galluzzi #veronica galletta #minimum fax #effequ #zona42

[downtobaker]

L’eredità di Grazia Cherchi

L’eredità di Grazia Cherchi

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#italia #leggere #libri #politica #2023 #Grazia Cherchi #libro #Minimum Fax #recensione #romanzo

[pianetatrillafon49]

< Pare che alla domanda di Nixon se una notizia valga la crisi di un’intera nazione, Katharine Graham abbia risposto che nel momento in cui la stampa si ferma per domandarsi quali saranno le ripercussioni probabili di ogni notizia, non assolve più il suo compito. In tutti i modi, è dopo gli articoli del suo giornale sul Watergate che la risposta è diventata definitivamente affermativa. >

Sette pezzi d’America. Dal Watergate a Scientology i grandi scandali americani raccontati dai premi Pulitzer. A cura di Simone Barillari, minimum fax

#minimum fax #Watergate #pulitzer #giornalismo #Washington post

[rocknread]

Gli Scomparsi di Tim Gautreaux - Recensione

Gli Scomparsi, una citazione: “Ah Sammy, quando un uomo uccide qualcuno, la cosa più importante che si porta via è tutto quello che quella persona può fare in una vita.” Gli Scomparsi è un bellissimo romanzo sulla perdita, il perdono e la redenzione. La violenza ha sfiorato Sam Simoneaux fin da neonato. A sei mesi è sopravvissuto al massacro della sua intera famiglia, salvandosi solo perché…

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#gli scomparsi tim gautreaux amazon #gli scomparsi tim gautreaux lettura #gli scomparsi tim gautreaux libro #gli scomparsi tim gautreaux minimum fax #gli scomparsi tim gautreaux novità #gli scomparsi tim gautreaux recensioni #gli scomparsi tim gautreaux romanzo #Minimum Fax #recensione

[lifeislikeawavewhorisesupanddown]

Recensione: "Maria Zef" di Paola Drigo

Recensione: “Maria Zef” di Paola Drigo

Buongiorno a tutti sono Elena, vi ringrazio di essere su Life is like a wave who rises and falls! Buon Ferragosto e oggi finalmente posso parlarvi di: Maria Zef di Paola Drigo Minimum Fax, 2022 ISBN: 978-8833893662, 201 pp. Carnia, anni Trenta, nel cuore di un Friuli povero e isolato. Dopo la morte della madre, Mariute e Rosùte, di quattordici e otto anni, vengono ospitate per un breve…

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#Letteratura Italiana #Letture del 2022 #Minimum Fax #Narrativa italiana #Paola Drigo

[garadinervi]

Kurt Vonnegut, (2005), Un uomo senza patria, Translated by Martina Testa, Edited by Vincenzo Mantovani, «Tascabili Bompiani» 634, Bompiani, Milano, 2020 (before Minimum fax, 2006 and 2014). Cover Art: Saul Steinberg, Statistics U.S.A., (ink over pencil, and colored pencil on paper), 1981 [Centre Pompidou, Paris. © The Saul Steinberg Foundation]. Design: Polystudio

#graphic design #art #drawing #book #cover #book cover #kurt vonnegut #martina testa #vincenzo mantovani #saul steinberg #tascabili bompiani #bompiani #edizioni minimum fax #centre pompidou #the saul steinberg foundation #polystudio #1980s #2000s #2010s #2020s

[moonstonediaz]

the whole office comes to a standstill when the printer stops working and yet i’m the crazy one for constantly proposing a paperless system 🥲

#everyone: oh no the printer stopped working this is ridiculous how could we have prevented this downtime and loss of work hours? #me: well if we didn’t everything digitally we wouldn’t rely on printers to do our jobs and this would have zero negative consequences #everyone: GET A LOAD OF HER LOL STUPID MILLENNIAL DOESNT KNOW ANYTHING HAHA WHY WOULD WE WANT TO WORK SMARTER??? #SO STUPID. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF ANYONE *NOT* USING A FAX MACHINE? XD THIS ISNT THE YEAR 2573! #honestly though the fact that fax machines are still present in this day and age is perplexing at minimum #i am 30 years old and i have never used one in my life. why is it still here #t talks

[knightoile]

currently reading:

work won't love you back. how devotion to our jobs keeps us exploited, exhausted, and alone by sarah jaffe

📚

#me #books #currently reading #sarah jaffe #(per i mutualiani lo trovate tradotto dalla minimum fax stra consigliato!!)

[slippery-minghus]

secretly wishing and hoping that during her one on one with the manager tomorrow, Toxic Coworker(TM) realizes maybe this is not the job for her.

that, or she has a freakout about it and calls out for the next several days, leading to her getting let go due to too many absences

#she should go back to making her income off of all of her ~internet fans~ since she's so holier than thou and famous and everything #not like she even needs this job with how much her partner makes #i'm just so over how disrespectful she is #always assumes the worst intent from everyone and then is rude to you for it #i was trying my hardest to ignore her today so i wasn't really keeping track #but i think she was on her phone for a good 75% of our omshift overlap #and a significant portion of when she wasn't on her phone was spent literally cry-typing her massive list of grievances to bring to her 1:1 #the one clear glance i stole just to see what the fuck she was typing and crying so aggressively about was the header for a whole section #about Behavior in the office................... #i'm really struggling with being sympathetic towards her when i know everyone else is acting with the best intentions #when anyone (but her) gets uppity about something it's bc patient care was impacted. which is a GOOD REASON. #i learned that early on and really respect how intensely my team cares about doing their job as best they can #meanwhile this girl gets mad when you even remotely consider that maybe this is the kind of job where it's good to do more than the bare #minimum? this is a real job with real impacting tasks that need to be done. the work needs to happen! #i'm not saying you have to break your limits or work a minute more than 40hrs/week. but you can't just show up and dick around for 8hrs #this isn't fucking mcdonalds #and sometimes! we have to do tasks! that we don't really enjoy! do i like sending faxes? no! it's tedious as hell! but do i do it anyway? #yes! because if i don't someone's literally not going to get their medication!!! #i'm anticapitalist and antiwork as hell but that doesn't mean no jobs should exist. it doesn't mean people in the medical field should stop #caring about their patients and doing the most they sustainably can for those patients #if you want a job where you don't have to care go somewhere else #it's unfair to literally everyone—yourself included—but most importantly to the patients who have trusted you with their care #personal #i don't want to leave this job yet but i'm honestly going fucking insane

[livwritesstuff]

i’ve been very quiet so srry - my week started with my annual performance review (which went well) and ended with an emergency surgery (also went well) so…a lot going on to say the least

this is a deleted scene from the first chapter of plant a seed

When Robin called, Steve and Eddie were in the phase of newborn parenthood where they froze every single time the phone rang (because said newborn was napping more often than not and when she was, there was a 50% chance minimum the phone would wake her up).

So when Robin called and the ringing of the phone broke the otherwise peaceful silence, Steve froze and he waited. When the baby didn't wake up, Steve exhaled a sigh of relief and answered the call.

"This is Steve."

"Hey Steve-o!"

Steve immediately recognized the voice as Robin's – of course he did, even if he hadn't heard it since she and Nancy left for a work trip in Japan a little over a month ago.

“Oh shit,” Steve said, because this means that Robin and Nancy are finally home, finally back in their Boston apartment fifteen minutes away from his and Eddie's in Cambridge instead of the opposite side of the entire world, “You’re home!”

“Yep,” Robin replied, popping the P, “That plane was a million degrees, I’m pretty sure. No more August flights if I have any say in it. Anyways – wanted to let you know we made it back unscathed. What’s new with you guys?”

“Uh…” Steve began, not totally sure where to start, because Robin didn't know about the baby he and Eddie had been placed with two weeks ago and she certainly didn't know that they're going to adopt her (because they'd landed on that decision that very day – about two hours ago, to be specific), “Well–”

“Hey, do you still have those placements?" Robin interrupted, "The kids who like to read the Goosebumps books?”

“Oh,” Steve blinked, “No. They went back with their mom a couple days after you left.”

“Damn. Been a while. Forgot this trip was longer than usual – wait, so are you between placements now, then? Hey, we should finally make that trip to P-Town!”

"Might need a raincheck on that," Steve said with a laugh, because at the moment a trip to the goddamn grocery store required at least a day's worth of planning, "We've got another placement right now – a newborn. We've had her for, uh, for just under two weeks, pretty sure."

“Shit, a newborn?" Robin repeated.

Steve faintly heard Nancy's voice, though he couldn't make out exactly what she was saying. He listened as Robin recounted to her what he'd just said, then started to laugh.

"Nancy just said that if she misses out on a chance to hold a new baby, she'll kill you," Robin told him, "Any idea when she might move on?”

Steve paused for a second. He and Eddie had decided earlier that they wouldn’t be telling anyone about the baby until the adoption was finalized, but…it’s Robin. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever kept a secret from Robin before, certainly not something this big and certainly not for very long.

He has to tell her.

“We’re, uh, we’re actually adopting her.”

Robin was silent.

Then –

“Holy shit – Steve.”

And then –

“I’m coming over right now. Immediately. Wait–” Robin stopped, “Damn, I can’t be a dick and come over unannounced anymore, can I? Because you guys have a baby. A baby. And she’s gonna be yours? What the fuck? Wait, let me start over.”

Robin paused long enough to take a deep breath.

“Steve Harrington – my best friend who’s finally fulfilling a lifelong dream of becoming a dad – when will you allow us to come and be formally introduced to our niece?”

Truth be told, Steve wouldn’t say no to a visit from Robin and Nancy that day (especially after the our niece comment), but their case worker had just started faxing over all the paperwork to get the ball rolling on the adoption process and Steve has a feeling that he might catch Eddie trying to fill that shit out as it came out of the machine so tonight they might be a little occupied.

"Tomorrow?" he suggested.

"Morning?" Robin added.

Steve laughed, "Sure. Tomorrow morning."

"Bright and early, dad. Holy fuck, I can't believe you're a dad."

"You can't?"

"No, I totally can."

#remember faxing? #i don't but it was def a thing in 2001 #liv’s steddie dads verse #stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #ronance #-> hesitant to tag bc ik folks get annoyed when steddie content clogs up the ronance tag but this is mostly stobin - will delete if asked

[queerographies]

[Colazione da Truman][Lawrence Grobel]

A metà strada tra il gossip letterario e la riflessione culturale su un’epoca mitica, "Colazione da Truman" offre il ritratto del Novecento americano e dei suoi protagonisti, dalla viva voce di un testimone d’eccezione.

«Tutta la letteratura è pettegolezzo». Così Truman Capote, il maestro del new journalism, liquida con una delle sue abituali provocazioni antiletterarie qualsiasi visione sacrale dell’arte e dell’artista. È il Capote più irriverente quello che emerge dalle pagine di questo libro-intervista, in cui Lawrence Grobel ha raccolto due anni di incontri e conversazioni con l’autore di “A sangue freddo”.…

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#2023 #biografia #Colazione da Truman #Conversations with Capote #Incontri con Capote #Jackie Kennedy #James Albert Michener #Lawrence Grobel #LGBT #LGBTQ #Lucio Carbonelli #Marilyn Monroe #Minimum Fax #nonfiction #Tennessee Williams #Truman Capote #USA

[rayslittlekitten]

I Almost Told You That I Loved You Ch. 19

Chapter 18 | IATYTILY Masterlist

A/N: I've been waiting so long (honestly like probably a year) to finally post this chapter and this GIF. 🤣

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,143

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! reader

Plot: This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.

Warnings: maybe some mild, colorful misogynistic language

These last few days have made you nostalgic about Cara Cara. Working for a porn company doesn’t seem so bad anymore. Maybe you can ask Luann for your old job back. You’re pretty sure she’ll give it back to you, no questions asked. Although TM pays better and honestly, it couldn’t possibly get any worse. Jax has been hot and cold since the incident with Will. He’s been cautiously trying to get your attention, apologizing multiple times, but you’ve been turning down his advances. And when you do, he’s no longer groveling at your feet. His soft words turn into sharp knives instead. Your favorite so far is “I hope you choke on a dick!” That sure is going to get you to run back to him. 

Fragile male egos. You know a few things about those. They don’t actually care about making things right. They just want the last word and if things are going to end, it’s going to be on their terms, no matter how much they have to try to charm you. They will say and do anything to win you back just so they can leave you. If you can just focus on work and keep your interactions with Jax to a minimum, you might be able to get through this until the end of the semester at the very least.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m stepping out for lunch and running some errands,” Gemma tells you as she gathers her things. “Will probably be gone for a few hours. You’ll be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nod and throw her a smile, pulling yourself away from sending a fax for a moment.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

As Gemma walks out, the phone rings so you walk over to answer it.

“Thank you for calling Teller-Morrow, how can I help you?”

Just then Opie waltzes into the office and leaves some filled forms on the desk in front of you.

“Yes, we can do that. If you come by with your car, we can take a look at it and give you an estimate.” You look at Opie and hold a finger up at him to let him know to give you a moment. 

“We are open 7 days a week, 8 to 6.” You glance at the form on the desk and you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. “Uh, y-yes. You have a nice day.” You hang up the phone.

“You okay?” Opie asks.

“Is this customer still out there?” You ask him.

“Yeah, he’s gonna wait for his car and wants to pay for it now. Why?”

You stare at the window for a moment before walking over to it and taking a peek outside, recognizing the blue BMW.

“Shit.”

“What? You know this guy or something?” Opie asks.

“That’s my ex-boyfriend. What the hell is he doing on this side of town?”

“You want me to handle this? I can—“

“No,” you sigh. “I’ll take care of it.” 

“You sure?” Opie asks again.

“Yeah, thank you.” You force a small smile.

Opie nods and hangs around for a moment in case you change your mind before walking out the office. When he returns to the garage, Jax walks up to him while wiping his greasy hands on a rag.

“What’s up with this preppy boy’s car?” Jax asks, his chin pointing in the direction of the blue BMW.

“Just needs his headlights changed,” Opie answers. “But also, apparently, preppy boy is Y/N’s ex.”

“What?!” Jax asks with raised brows.

“Yeah, she seemed a little spooked. Do you know what the deal is?” Opie asks as they watch you walking towards the blue BMW and its owner.

Jax doesn't answer. They can see the interaction between you and your ex is awkward and Jax sees you recoiling when your ex tries to reach out to you. Jax’s jaw twitches. He picks up the nearest tool next to him and stalks over to the both of you with a torque wrench in his hand.

“Hey, I’m gonna be the one fixing your car.”

“Jax—“

“It’s alright, darlin’,” Jax puts his arm around you. “I can take it from here.”

“Wow, are… are you dating him now? Huh. And you thought I was a piece of shit? You definitely downgraded.” A smug smile plays upon his face. "Now be a good girl and wrap this up, will ya? I have actual important things to do."

“You need your headlights changed, right?” Jax asks.

“Yeah, hope you’re smart enough to figure out that simple task,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, well it looks like you got a broken mirror too.” Jax take a heavy swing with the wrench and knocks one of his side mirrors clean off.

“What the fuck, man?!” 

“Jax!”

Just then out of nowhere, Opie jumps in.

"Whoa, whoa. I'm so sorry about that, sir. We'll fix that for you, on the house." Opie tries to pull Jax away until Jax sees you walking away.  

Jax follows you back to the office, calling out for you, and leaving Opie to sort out the mess.

“Why the fuck did you do that? You could’ve just changed his headlights and let him be on his fucking way!”

"You're pissed at me? That’s your piece of shit ex, right?” Jax points towards the lot.

“Yes, I'm pissed at you! So what if he's my ex? He was just here for his goddamn headlights. He wasn't here for me.”

“He tried to put his hands on you!”

“And? I can defend myself. Besides, what the hell was that out there? You can’t keep pulling shit like that.”

“I was just trying to protect—“

“Bullshit, Teller! You need to stop acting like we’re in a relationship every time another guy talks to me when you treat me like I’m one of your MC groupies every other week.” 

Jax scrubs his beard and looks down at his feet.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you,” Jax says quietly.

“No, you only care when it's convenient for you. You don't get to pick and choose when you want to care about me."

"I'm really trying here," Jax tells you.

"Trying what exactly? I'd much rather you just treat me like shit because at least that's consistent. You're no better than him." You point in the general direction of the lot. 

"Don't compare me to that fucking asshole!" Jax shakes his head.

"You know what? You're right. You're not like him. At least he knows he's an asshole and owns up to it."

Just as Jax is about to say something, the phone rings and you pick up.

"Thank you for calling Teller-Morrow, how can I help you?"

You both stare each other down for a moment before Jax punches the wall on his way out of the office.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jax teller #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #jax teller x female reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction

[fuck-customers]

More a fuck the company sort of thing. The store I work for is a nationally known company which uses a third party group for leaves and whatnot. I get COVID at the end of 2023 and have to take a minimum 5 days leave to get better. Third party company says I need the doctor who tested me for COVID to fill out paperwork. Ok, sure. Paperwork has been faxed to said company and lost 3 different times. They finally get it and it has not been looked at in over a week because "we're behind." Leave is likely going to be getting denied because me and the doctor I saw decided against paxlovid, which is a medication to help with the chance you have to go to the ER because of your COVID. Paxlovid is also said to do more harm than good with patients that have Chronic Kidney Disease, which I have. I have gone through more hoops as a part time craft person than my mom who got COVID around the same time I did and works in healthcare. I've had to see the doctor 3 different times for 3 different pieces of paperwork. It's absolutely insane.

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[rocknread]

La Vita Della Mia Ex Per Come La Immagino Io di Arnone - Albertini - Recensione

La Via Della Mia Ex Per Come La Immagino Io, opera scritta da Gero Arnone e disegnata da Eliana Albertini, è un mix a quattro mani di ironia, follia, sincerità e risate, molte risate. Da approcciare con il “chakra” della consapevolezza: si può, infatti, dissacrare ciò che è tremendamente serio nella vita. Smontandolo. Rendendolo caustico e tagliente. Ma soprattutto divertente. E i nostri due…

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#Amore #Eliana Albertini #fumetto #Gero Arnone #graphic novel #La vita della mia ex per come la immagino io #Minimum Fax #minimum fax libri #patriarcato #Titanic