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(A last look just moved past year, and who we have seen, we have seen.)

It 's rare that I talk about me in a post on this blog. But it's been a long time, and this is the hundredth post I write here, and it is strange. A hundred thoughts, beds or less, a hundred times I beat these letters, a hundred times I have transcribed.
Somehow, a hundred different parts of me will remain linked to this average, one hundred parts of me that will be etched here before this post, and I hope that after so many they arise, and beyond.
This is a special time. He is finishing a year, a year like any other for many, especially for others, including me. It 'been a hard year, full of dangers, sufferings, surprises, victories but also defeats, reverse, change, for better or worse.
It 'been a year of experience, but most of all losses.
During this year I was in the order: exploited, disappointment, stress, brakes, mocked, robbed, deceived, hurt, abandoned. Perhaps there are still, of those lovely participles, but not remember them all. It 'been a heavy year, but is not a tirade in 2008 that I want to do here, but not because they deserve it: he has only done his duty.
Soon things will change, indeed has already changed, and the perspective has been altered, such as a Zeiss lens that is turned the wrong way, or maybe the right one. The crux of the matter is that the vision of things has changed drastically.
sound foundation that will crumble, as it is rare to hear, is always a terrible sound, majestic, that terrifies. Maybe it's something that, as a disaster, be heard and tried at least once in their lifetime. I've tried too often, unfortunately.
Sometimes I seem to be finished in a Monty Python sketch - which still are a true reflection of a bitter reality, our own - to be precise as that of the Borghese Idiot of the Year. We always do the same things, we live in the same way, let us always meet in the usual places, we always use the same words, we drink the same stuff, mixed with other stuff they are always the same. If by chance we can go beyond our small, comfortable but dreary conventions, it is only because something terrible has happened, which gave us a slap in the face, and he did move his head in another direction. But then snaps his neck, and back to look at the same point. It 's like if we were on rails, in addition to us to suffer the monotony of the predetermined path, sometimes even lead us to a dead end. But perhaps, after that dead end, there is a precipice, and after that you begin to live precipice.
Yeah, I can not be sad about anything now. It 's like the measure, now filled, he filled that jar of a incompressible fluid. Sure, you can be alone, betrayed, deceived, can be all those heavy evidence from life, like living away from someone who loves you, work never see the end of your day or the actual benefit on your life, losing precious years were behind evanescent illusion of being happy , listen to words unpronounceable sign undeserved convictions.
Yet I can not think about it sadly. Someone invented the resignation, in a long time ago, perhaps when it was realized that the man, instead of flying, was expected to fall. I am so convinced that I feel to sing "Always Look At The Bright Side of Life", although not yet fully crucified, but, as in this case is completely surrounded by sadness. Stay aware of having done good, and not to have been wrong, or rather, did not properly looked neither to do nor not to do so in good faith. The resignation, having thus become a kick up the backside, and pushes you in the right direction. It's called taking a decision, like it or not, a wonderful possibility that the man, but not many want to exploit.
closed a door you open a door, and closed the door well, well, you see that there was current, probably. I'm happy again to a small door for cats, however, that at least, remains open. So
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Leaving, finally I know where we finally know why. Not a simple, boring holiday, and not a superficial knowledge of a people, the duration of the second page of yet another sheet of printed travel guide from those who have never seen anything of what he writes. Not a futile throw money into a machine-produce souvenirs and are proud to show to anyone who wants to touch the result of our desire for exoticism useless. Nothing to put in a frame, nothing to say "been there", because who wants to be there through it, but there remains.
Leaving, finally, why so you can close the old road, put on a great sign of ongoing work that, like good Italians, we know most will never end, and begin to beat the new road. Leave behind suffering, lies and deceit, it is something that satisfies, and is the third sense, after the resignation, and the decision. Why are those dark things in the world of those who bear those burdens with a smile unconsciously looking for an empty happiness, while not realizing that his pace is slow not because the others are fast, but just because you drag behind a mountain.
Whistling, I discover that there is more melancholy in my heart, and nostalgia as ash has settled somewhere else, far away. It 's the first time in my life that I do not regret anything, not even for a moment, even if I wonder why. A big part of my life has been cut, but it is as if the two ends of that wire will be reunited without that piece, making me start over from where I left off. And when they give you such a possibility, I say, it would just be stupid not being able to grasp the wonder.
calm down last year at a party, formless, empty and futile, like many others, a year that started on a street in the company of people who are gone, and others that are no longer the same. In the midst of joy and laughter of those senseless stupor, I will find my questions wandering and picking just me, amid dancing and dancing, smile.
A moment just to make everyone understand that I will never be one of anything, and then try to remember where I parked the car.

Elsewhere
(lyrics and music by Morgan)

But (what it means though)
I wake up with his left foot
The right one

perhaps already you know
that sometimes madness
seems the only way
To the delight

There once was a boy
called crazy
and said I'm better in a well
that on a pedestal

Today
wearing the jacket last year
so I recognize that
and go

After flowers planted
those collected
the monarchy
those withered

I decided
to lose in the world
although sink
I let things
take me elsewhere
no matter where
no matter where

I was once simple
but I wasted the whole 'energy
for the return

I leave the words unsaid
and take the whole cosmogony
and throw it away
and I threw it too 'I

Under the covers
that there are bombs
is like a bad dream
come true

I decided
get lost in the world
although sink

apply to life
ellipsis
What the unconscious
there is no denial

(one last look moved furnishings
and who we have seen, we have seen)

break free from the belief
the poses and positions

I let things
take me elsewhere
elsewhere
elsewhere

break free from the belief
the poses and positions

break free from the belief
the poses and positions

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I realized how rewarding it can be walking around at night by car, and comes out the speakers' View to a Kill "by Duran Duran, and try to sing it well (" Dance into the fire ! The fatal kiss, is all we need! "), dressed in black evening gown, burgundy tie, the only note of color in almost eight years of my life. You go to take the other half of his heart, waiting somewhere, she dressed elegantly, for a Saturday night after the first lot, a long time. It feels as elegant as Roger Moore, perhaps less with Aston Martin, and more than fantasy and lightness.

Then we wonder why no one remember that song, nor of those who sang.

Everyone should know Duran Duran.

But it is already too late, because it comes "Hungry Like the Wolf", and blends in perfectly with the burning desire of the moment ... and everything is put aside for a verse, which alone makes the blood pulsing in his veins.

One is probably blood burgundy, the same color of the tie.

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words, visions of a possible near future, namely, the crisis that we will pay. From

repartee of the previous post, I started to think. Thus, the capitalist system has been squeezed the world. We have reached a point where everything is saturated, and this crisis can hardly pass without leaving a trace. Needless to say also that the planet's resources are under constant milking. Poverty is increasing, while wealth remains the prerogative of the usual. At this point the number of possible landscapes in our future, and a futurist surely shake your head with the mouth corners folded down. Trying to imagine a possible scenario, an alternative system, I can not think of communism, and its immense failure. The doctrine of Marx was probably winning on paper, but as I said elsewhere, even Bakunin became aware of the risks inherent in that system, a possible generator dictatorships, as is the case then. Communism has created monsters whose bodies fell to the ground and rotting infested nations, dragging those ruinous effects so far. No one will ever believe in such a way of managing a society and economy.

If the antagonist of capitalism par excellence has been deleted from the list, and capitalism, alone and lonely, left alone as the only option, and he himself is profoundly undermined by now, then what is left?

I thought so, and I thought, not a solution to philosophical, historical, scientific, but risky, as always happens when you think about the future. I wondered whether, in broad terms, there was a kind of prediction that until now had not been expelled from almost never true, or at least not so much as to become heavily inaccurate. Taking advantage of that source, I fantasized, reaching certain milestones in my vision of the future, maybe not immediately, but at least near future.

The rusting wreckage of capitalism could be providing its distorted version, in a world consumed and looted. The progress of poverty, the budget in red, the spectrum of popular revolts, and the shadow of the few rich landowners and financiers that they, alone, pulling the strings of the plot in the world, could lead to a point where our current values \u200b\u200bnot only lose validity, but it also makes sense. The extremes of capitalism, rather than its opposite or a pale substitute, a system that takes advantage until the end that feeds on itself, that is not afraid of producing heavy waste. The concept of state deteriorated until it was lost in a sea fruitless for him to privatization, where a nation is no longer able to guarantee its citizens basic rights, or protect it with the police, nor to support it in any way . The loss of the myth of the nation, the cornerstone of the global system.

The multinational corporations are the only islands tax sources of wealth and resources, are determined from state control, became ipso facto non-partisan institutions, above everything and everyone, but this time publicly and without restrictions. While a nation in its poorest parts diveranno wasteland, with riots and sinking in a modern Middle Ages, the parties will become more industrialized and fruitful autonomous entities, which probably will exploit the land above to their own ends.

The real power, since the flow of money, it will be manifest in the form of chi, the flow of money, directed him where he wants at will, similar to what happens now, but with every kind of freedom and unrestricted by legislatures and antitrust systems. By replacing the old state, they will enter into a ruthless corporate war with each other, each contending minimum resource world, even the smallest market share, any new opportunities.

Law enforcement will be a 'private entity that will provide protection only against payment; health care will become the same way a service so unique as to suggest the abolition of the Hippocratic Oath, without control units with higher powers, corporations are free to pollute and exploit the resources of the planet in the wild and reckless, not caring for nothing but the profit of the current fiscal.

My sources are named William Gibson, Bruce Sterling, as well as the illustrious predecessors in the literary movement that made them famous, such as Philip K. Dick, Robert Heinlein.

What I just described is a typical scenario cyberpunk classic, stereotypical at best, I dare say. Yet, thinking back to what I wrote, I do not wonder that I got there step by step, integrating what I know with what is fiction. We will not replicants, artificial intelligence conceited, cybernetic implants, perhaps, but the scenery of the background is terribly plausible.

will be a professional bias, but I can not think of it, this crisis that unfortunately we will pay until the last piece of ourselves.

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The crisis will not pay

This morning I open the Republica.it and is like a war report. Minute by minute, all actions of the student movement, step by step, that is a relentless flood, and who depart from Trieste to Palermo.

These days we have been able to touch the unfathomable inconsistency of a government that knows how to please their voters, which uses dark streets to gain power and money, takes advantage of the pockets of private citizens for us to resolve a crisis who can not manage. The "great statesman of Arcore, together with his faithful, he concerted a law that is unprecedented in our history, something unique, that even the driest in the totalitarian regime was able to get there. The cuts to public education are shockingly real, mind-blowing, lacking any logic, from anywhere you analyze the situation. For a week I devour
reviews, addresses the matter with whom, the students are involved in this situation, and really upset that I can not emerge. 133 things you learn by reading the scary - a testament to the growth of the country, a clear epitaph for the whole of Italy, ordered to remain in his septic tank for the rest of the coming decades. From
Moratti reform, our public education, except for primary, has undergone a process of arrest and involution that was incontrovertible. The proliferation of power completely useless and instrumental, with fewer than 10 persons per course is a viral infection that has resulted from the 3 +2, a clear example of our incompentenza on management reform. We have 5000 courses, while the European average is 2500 or less. I know some courses with names and unlikely by the purposes that have no reason to exist, which could be easily incorporated in endorsements, but who are degree courses in all respects, with fewer than fifteen people per course.
reform is right, especially this comes from someone like me to Palermo, where there was an oasis of kinship and patronage - a shameful city, where about 100 families manage the entire university system, by professors, researchers and assistants, scandal on all fronts. The money is burned, the structures are crumbling from the averages up, lack of services, lack of housing, and those who rent houses to students posting them plucked like chickens ready for the spit.
Italy, once again, is the black sheep of Europe, a black hole on the map.
Our government, to redress this crisis, brings together minds excelled as Tremonti, Brunetta and Gelmini (nothing but a smokescreen in this case), to reform. Let's go back to the times of the Paper Heart, with the teacher only - or mainly, as we are treated to specify correctly after it was released outside the claims of those who read it, actually, if you went to read. With advanced materials as computers and English, a single teacher can not guarantee full coverage of today know this and yesterday, the themes of De Amicis, unfortunately absent. The full-time return to being a classic, old, useless "after school", a car park for children, that rightly frightens parents, especially those who can not afford baby-sitters, who are without partners, who are committed to work all day .
Create a separate class for those who do not know the Italian is not integration, but the return of apartheid by the back door. How can children of foreigners to learn Italian if they interact with other children from abroad, possibly also speak a language different from theirs in turn? When we know that a child of six years, in the right environment to learn the language in a single year of school, naturally, spontaneously. If there was one thing when the new generation was the integration would be an advantage, because our children's children would grow up with blacks, Chinese, Romanians, and have been living with diversity from the outset. But this law also want to cancel this unique benefit of generations, the plane wants.
regionalize the competition for teachers, then, is a pro-secession law, because we are not yet a federation, and above all I have the right to make a contest even if they are in Piedmont Sicily, because I could move there with the family, and I need to work like everyone else.
and universities to the streets. Why cut in some cases means "shot in the legs." Without money there is research, research can not exist without a faculty as physics, for example, which is based on that. Turnover will not exist without minds young and enthusiastic, because if older professors out of 5 ranging only way he takes a young man, then the generational change is already a mechanism hopelessly stuck, stuck.
The protest is right, and are just the means by which the boys put in place in a political system run by a government that denies not only the dialogue, but any hint of Orwellian when blatantly manipulates the communication media, broadcasting to the people a series of errors and loopholes that are not immediately understandable. The crisis, student movements, sit-ins and occupations, have been silenced for days, giving him the space of the third or fourth service to every news media. TG1 on for days not seen anything, while here in Rome, the fire broke out in protest at the Sapienza, and Bologna and Torino have already moved the parade. In Palermo, it appeared in Piazza Politeama and he knew almost nothing. The TG5 has even been commented on such a service "... students who are opposed to the" alleged "cuts ..." and another "... cuts that will, we reiterate once and for all, only school primary.
Well, with laws written on paper in hand, students can not represent such a large slice of illiterate morons, otherwise we are being worse than it looks. So, in a climate of media regime, in a world where one can not get their voice to the proper authorities in more orthodox ways, you have to resort to any civilian system as possible, and peaceful protest, employment, dialogue studendesco square, are valid and concrete systems.
E though, unfortunately, we need to be told that this "only did the '68 loss" by Gelmini ... well, never mind. E 'worthy daughter of nonsense system / denial set by the premier in the next years of his career, it still needs to learn a lot: you, your nonsense, he did not disproved at all the next day.
The Italian university system, to date, is a complete disaster, and now we are away from any kind of European scheme. We are the only ones that instead of spending every year we go below zero, as shown by data collected by scientists. We are the only ones who have an average spend for public education that is not even a quarter of that of other countries. We are the 192 th place as the number of graduates per year, even behind Chile - now this is a known thing, but it is worth remembering forever - and our level of preparation is now scarce. He who leaves the university is faced with a precipice, and we is pushed into it with insistence. My generation and the young graduates, is now at the bottom of the case and, as has been pointed out, unfortunately we have to endure the criticism of those who found the place, who has now thrown everything behind, coming from a ' golden age in which everything was possible. I'm not ashamed to say I'm with those courageous students who are not troublemakers, who are not politicized, because we are talking about money, money taken from their families, sacrifice, work and survival. And these things have no color, no flag. The collective cry "we will not pay for your crisis" has no political identity, but imbued with a strong belonging to a minority which has now become the majority, the mass that matters, of a people harassed, the frustrated, they want to go back to count, to excel, as before.
Our present is dark, the future is black, but at least there is a minimum of hope and, in extreme cases, migration. But Italy? To Italy what is left instead? With the cuts we'll go, if we leave we, unfortunately, Italy will not have a future at all.

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While the sorry history of Casale, Carmine Schiavone, enjoys doing crosswords and puzzles with the police, they come out of the shot by the tavern, like the one second him - but then denied - there would be a "contract" on the head of Saviano.

E 'panic, and rightly so, because these are serious matters, one way or another, even when they are clearly inflated.

Only, while Saviano does the rounds of television news, it takes pure 'or Sandokan, who sends letters from prison with his usual phlegm fake, fed by its essential arrogance, which in turn fed from being pinched on' honor, for those "slander" artfully scattered, apparently, by journalists and writers.

In my day, when the Mafia wanted to kill someone, he did just by maintaining a news blackout, without lectures, letters and advertisements broadcast worldwide with lots of jingle Rai. Saviano, who was at the center of the viewfinder was known, but he is certainly not the real problem of Casale, at this time. Are the surge of arrests of various girths, and even pieces of medium-large, the spread of the idea that perhaps the Camorra is not as invincible, and honorable as he wanted to believe, the belief that Casal di Principe is now the new Corleone , and that we must do everything possible to avoid reaching a new era of mafia like the one we were in Sicily up to the attacks, and Falcone Borsellino ... although now more people have died for Camorra (if you take an incurable disease) and for the bubonic plague of 1300.

Saviano is only partly responsible for all this, a small part, which covers most public opinion that the acts set in motion practical to counter the Camorra. It 'also true that it has the great merit of having opened my eyes to a reality too underground to shame, and that is why its stock close the deals. But the big bosses have more to think about. Their power is challenged, the Bidognetti and Schiavone have to fight with the power vacuum, the defections, the increase of the fight against their rule, the internal feuds. Francesco Schiavone sends letters to make the show, because the public does not know all the implications, and you can easily carry.

Whether true or not, there really is the project of an attack or no, Saviano is saying that I admire for what he has done for his courage, for having put into play as he was dressed in a uniform, but do not forget those that seriously divided the door, which are even younger than him and risk every day in person, who remain anonymous, and does not spare anyone ... Indeed, most of the time, they are to accompany the others.

If Saviano, a prisoner of his world, he wants to leave Italy, has all my sympathy, for many, many reasons that I am not here to enumerate. Everyone is entitled to his slice of normalcy, and Saviano is not trained to withstand the stress to stake their lives every day. His is the role of those who give words to deeds to ensure that these are known to all, from all those people who maybe do not realize, however, and that they will never fully understand the situation. It 's a major role, because ignorance is the mother of all misfortune, the tool they use people with no moral to manipulate the world, allied to the slandering of those who live illegally. This writer, both in pro and in contrast, is a reality to which Italy should not give up, but it is already under guard, and quite well protected, as were many people before him. You really can not do anything, and his desire to leave Italy is perhaps not a protest but a desire to start over. And if it is true that you can not even think to Italy and live there, this is sacrosanct, but it would be a brave decision for him to stay here, to show that you can not bend in front of twisted and deformed like the idea of \u200b\u200bthe Mafia, a abomination who is disfiguring our society for too long.

Saviano not wear a uniform, but wore the aura of one who speaks with the people, and sometimes it takes much more courage in this than in anything else.

Schiavone sorry if he did an about-face, it would make clear his intentions not to discover his relations still live with his clan. This, beyond any other information that emerged in this story should be further reflection.

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The phenomenon of "social network".

Here is a nice phrase from the first page, the kind that make your ears stand on end at lunchtime, stuffing the services of Open Studio. But what it actually means "social network"?

analyze one of the most popular social network of the moment, indeed, certainly the most famous: Facebook. Mark Buchanan, author of "Nexus", surely it would just agree with me, but I can not seem to apply the theory of networks with pride to a site like Facebook. Networks dominate our culture, our society, more than any other, and regulate the way we live, changing our lives every day. Now it is true that the principles are fully applicable to Facebook, but this type of social networking, however, moves only stagnant water, which rarely offer something to a mind eager for information. Weather now apparently a minority, non-interactive as the Web sites and blogs, social networks in some way too, although not officially recognized by the usual print labels and monocle. Through a site like Facebook, you can keep in touch with the people they know, not, exchange information, upload their photos, communicate its state of existence at the time.

I joined Facebook. It 'happened by chance because a dear friend invited me there. Auks I took the opportunity to conduct an experiment. After a week and a few days, here is the information and useful services that I got through Facebook:

1) Through a special box, I can write what I'm doing right now. And I've indulged, because I'm a lot crazy, and I love having fun with all the tools for themselves like this. But I did not get anything from this box, apart from losing a couple of minutes per day and realize that I seriously need to revise my policy on the boxes to fill with nonsense.

2) From the home page of my space on Facebook, I can easily see what my other friends are doing, or what they have done while I was gone. Unfortunately, most of the time, information is not useful, since it is limited to tell me that guy did Needless Test # 123, or said in the bulletin of his friend, among other things, to me completely sconociuto.

3) Every time someone "poka", or send me a poke, a sort of trill. Good, but not being in real time, 90% of the time, it is useless just as it is useful to the trill of Windows Live Messenger. And then I spent too much time to understand what the hell it meant to be "pokato.

4) Can I run in the exciting company to complete the personality test dall'indubbia scientific seriousness, the famous unnecessary tests described above, to know what kind of supervillain are, if I meet my girlfriend, how bad they are, what kind of video game characters are. All useful knowledge like a corkscrew in an evening with friends where you only drink beer.

5) Can I use an uncomfortable chat window completely impersonal and aseptic ... from which the person I'm talking about at that time will give me his contact Windows Live Messenger, to be comfortable and use his favorite emoticons, which are not here not at present.

6) I have the great opportunity to go to disrupt a number of people unknown to me but they are among the friends of my friends who do not know exactly why, should be happy about this.

7) Can I allow Facebook to go through my email address for him to catch all the addresses you can imagine, for those lucky chosen to send the invitation to become, for their great delight.

8) I offer you the opportunity to join a very interesting group as "people who have two legs and two arms", or "homo sapiens sapiens", not to mention fanclub of this or that singer, that if I sign up for all those dedicated only to my favorite rock groups, use the length of time it takes you back to a new ice age.

9) and I look at the photos on the albums of my friends. Which are identical to those that have already uploaded to Flickr, which were identical to those that were already loaded on Spaces Windows Live Messenger, which were identical to those that had already uploaded to MySpace, which were identical to those which had already loaded up Photobucket, which were identical to those that had already uploaded to Picasa, which were identical to those that ...

10) I have reached a new record loss of time behind an absolutely unnecessary and redundant in its functions, other than one thousand and one social network, which will soon (maximum two years) will be replaced by yet another site entirely identical, but more in vogue, that force me to resubscribe again, to put all my photos, to redo all the test of genius, to break the boxes again to all my friends and theirs.

Rereading this merciless decalogue, without hesitation, we realize how useful are the social networks in our society today. Maybe I can beat Moses to the finish line, adding to the eleventh point onorem that is the only positive in hindsight: I can talk to many people. Behind it, however, lurks the shadow of who actually signs up to Facebook because of the hormone - and there are many - and the terrible doubt that if I want to talk to someone to whom I wish, I ask, however, the contact Windows Live Messenger, even though we're both on Facebook, because let's face clearly, the Messenger is the only decent inventions that made Redmond, and it still works, it gives the possibility to manage your contacts in full freedom, is reliable and simple, without great pretensions. It performs its single task, the more useful connects people to each other, and does not become a pretentious system that would revolutionize the world, unfortunately without a minimum it takes to do so.