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respective netwaste - Part II

"Amici, it's time to renovate the premises and we are selling off all our silent electric Ubik unbeatable prices! Yes, we have thrown away the price list! And remember: every Ubik in our supply has been used following the instructions. "

I had promised myself to do it, and I did.

A little more than a year away from my previous post on the case, here I am talking about social networks.

The trial has largely given way to experience consolidation, the routine, the familiarity of the object of my study dispassionate and carefree, and all this through experience for more than one year e all'osservazione degli effetti collaterali e non sulle persone e l'ambiente.

Innanzitutto, mi ritrovo a confermare, non del tutto drasticamente ma in maniera scontata, tutte le obiezioni che sollevai all'epoca. Facebook non è migliorato sotto tutti quei punti di vista che esaminai in quel post, che troverete qui .

Detto questo, passiamo alle mere considerazioni del caso. Facebook si è dimostrato un potente catalizzatore di casual-surfer, ovvero quella categoria che secondo me sta diventando lentamente la base dell'utenza di internet, come lo diventò e lo è tutt'ora, riguardo ogni nuovo media. Il casual-surfer si distingue per una mal celata ignoranza verso ogni tipo of knowledge related to the Internet, about its functions, its potential, its use for non-frivolous or malicious. This wide catchment area has been poured out on Facebook as a river, flooding the network on a massive scale. Often those who use this service will not even have the basic knowledge of computers, and can not distinguish between a program off-line and an on-line - sometimes can not even use the commands "copy" and "paste", and has not the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat a folder.

then Facebook is a "sea monster", where this type of user grows like seaweed clinging to everything, often using opposites learning process: learning to share a YouTube video, for example, before we know what is really the same Youtube. And so on.

No one can say whether this is a good or bad, but statistically and historically, we can only remember the past and to learn from teaching. Users "casual", the great mass, is used to make up the numbers and the numbers shake things up in a world where they count, and count a lot, and among the many disadvantages of it, or flooding unnecessary services, the bombardment of misleading information profit on virtually everything, savage and ruthless marketing, there are also many advantages, as always.

Facebook is only the last placeholder in chronological order on the path of powerful advanced Internet the new media that has upset the way people communicate and use the information, services and human art. It 's just another form of Ubik, which perhaps will not be subject to something else within two years, as I said a year ago, but it certainly will, in the modern relationship between people and the media product, the same length of life expressed a desire on the night of San Lorenzo.

Another thing to note is to be associated with the points highlighted above, one in particular, that of profit. Endless proliferation of games on Facebook, of dubious utility, which do not teach anything, that have no real concept behind it, no history, charm, art video games, and historical background. That is, pasture for casual surfer.

These toys have the effect of hard drugs on who uses them daily, enough to push gambling to insert a new item to the symptoms related to internet addiction. I often record acts of apparent dependence, such as switching the PC to check how things are going in the gaming applications facebookiane before any other thing in the morning.

The exquisite nature of the strategic infinite, like Civilization II fused to a soap-opera trails, a nightmare for everyone play-media, a panacea for the casual surfer, requires endless gaming sessions, countless connections during the day, the constant pay attention.

The consequence is the rise of advertising, the inclusion of expensive options for payment and, as in a Moebius strip, the constant multiplication of possibilities in the game and "level" that will never end, to determine the ' physical impossibility of ending the cycle.

The privacy issue seems to have improved after the recent introduction of new approaches have been tried with success and the amazing simplicity of the bottom: it is often healthier than some of our "friends", maybe you added one more for duty than Please do not read the new status does not see a new picture, does not realize what we're doing right now with instant notifications.

Unfortunately, it is always hard for anyone not understand exactly where we are, we are doing and with whom, through the many clues that spreads like Facebook mollichine of bread for our pages.

Some people abusing this possibility, even invading their fields that do not compete, operating outside the boundaries of where they have no authority.

final consideration is exquisitely linked to good taste and common sense of the casual surfer or not.

By combining powerful digital photography cheap and instant creation of online photo albums, Facebook gives us the pearls of daily life that maybe we wanted to leave the ocean floor, tightly sealed in leathery shells.

It often happens that they are given away for posterity fed images of youth burned mainly related to colossal hangovers which are then reported as the great leap for mankind on the day after. Or, sad images related to the people whose sides we would like to remain hidden even those forever.

Unfortunately, the limit is always an attractive border, and we often come across people who just can not help but let us know everything about their lives, including massively negative parts.

But perhaps, on reflection, this is a moment of yet more welcome notification which tells us that Tom has finally discovered what his lucky color, which rightly or Caio now knows that the day of his birth has given him a brilliant personality, or Harry, finally, yet another can finally open his fortune cookie Chinese virtual revelations from more garish and out of place of real ones.

All this to say nothing of the subject groups and fandom, already discussed in the previous post.

Fortunately, somewhere, someone posted - but well hidden, of course - an option to limit the cazzimma , as they say the Naples, perpetrated by molestissime entangles-user applications, which are creeping into your profile as the cholera vibrio, and if you can make even more damage.

A curious element is not expected to finally add my personal "pulled from money." The recent explosion of amazing nonsense about internet and social networks experienced in Italy has once again raised the question of freedom, and the perception of reality in a world drowning in information control operated by the few over the many.

discover that you do not have a real majority of statistical consensus thanks to the numbers reported by the Internet, rather than conceited and frivoleggiante sondaggioni handled by the free choice of the statistical average, is like falling from the sky on the bottom.

Who would have thought that small groups with almost no real purpose of Facebook have even moved the senior factors to worry about censoring the last stronghold of free opinion?

then use Ubik, Ubik is everything.

Like it or not, social networking, especially catalyzed by Facebook, has anything changed, and allowed to change anything, the Internet, to be even more effective. No matter if its real usefulness is questionable as a bottle of sparkling mineral water in the hands of a sub thirsty at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, the impact has been, and now we're absorbing the blow, in some way. Insulate yourself from all this would to deny the progress, taking root in a Masonic denial of reality - even if sometimes it seems the right thing and sensatissima.

Especially when you discover that this post was linked on Facebook.

Can You Get Shingles On Ankles?

Who watches the Watchmen?

Italy woke up this morning and discovered that there internet. Until now it was just a new way of doing things, to pay the bills, to make friends, to find his girlfriend sometimes, to publish their ideas in online shops to buy, to play online.
Now it's suddenly become a powerful social glue that can join a network of ideological isolated pockets of people who feel the same way, and often found in minority, but which can now interact synergistically in an exchange of views and ideas. It is the strength of social networks, forums, blogs, online publications, free of editorial and market logics, unencumbered by obligations and patronage, far from the forces of control.
Internet was an outlet for those who could not explain the slow slide of our country, that an old acquaintance has called "a little strange" in a grip of illiberalism, the suffocating narrow gradually decreased the areas of freedom granted by our democratic constitution. And now, the power contained in the network is exploding, but slowly, reflecting who was controlled by manipulation of the media that our country is undergoing a long time. On the Internet, run the video without controls, the news is not sweetened, it is often a direct exchange, from producer to consumer. On the Internet, many people have changed my mind with little, simply because in the end very little truth to demolish castles and castles of lies.
So now the Internet is public enemy number one.
The gesture of wanting to restrict the freedom on the Internet is assumed as puerile, many have tried, others have failed. In China, fake-communist regime where freedom is a rare commodity as a dragon's whisker, they succeeded. Perhaps Italy will dictate a new standard, or maybe someone will wake up just in time, as is happening already in Parliament - by "decree" the proposed Maroni now has become a "draft law", and maybe tomorrow will be a "we were just kidding. The Left always magnifies everything. "
In the meantime, I would like to contribute as a free citizen of the duty to denounce those who, publicly, he tries to attack state offices, organized riots, inciting violence, and committing two of the offenses cited by Maroni and around which all revolves around the accusation is based on which the proposed censure web: incitement to the crime, condoning the crime:

"We will go down, we will not stop half-way, whatever the cost. The tax revolt and protest are part of the liberation struggle in place because the North has boxes full of a delinquent State. "

"Before the robbery delinquent who takes away the freedom of summer, we know how to react and get the target. The protest is not tax the end of the world but a part of the fight for freedom. "

" If Lombardia closes the valves Italy died in five days because they live with the money of Lombardy. The Lombards have never pulled out their guns to do it but there is always the first time. "

These are words of the Minister for Reforms, Hon. Umberto Bossi, a member of the Northern League party, the current ruling coalition together with the right People of Freedom.

Reality is a non-linear dimension, where a straight line can take an infinite number of directions, and generate infinite branching, infinite choices. Such a breadth of possibilities, so imposing a mass of information can be manipulated without an effort defined as excessive. The trajectory of one of those straight lines can be altered by the millions, with no one able to determine what had been previously.

I decided to overlook all the other statements made by the distinguished members of the party which is fiercely Maroni also writing because I give away an easy win on points. A charge of the State, publicly says what is written above, in my opinion cause more damage to the established order than it can make a social network.
The real motive of the attack to the Prime Minister is not to be found behind the coalition of ideas and movements that are its resignation, but a person with mental illness, who played with a wave of violence that is probably the underlying motivation that pushes everyone to react as we can: fatigue.
La Russa's words when he says that he had never seen an event like the No B day before, I am surprised. I'm surprised this opposite approach, where rather than understand that it is lost for the people, now the Italians are tired of altars, scandals, jokes unhappy, postponed processes, excess of ego, and especially the absence changes in the decline of which are suffering, we continue to deny, deny, deny always. As if the emperor naked, inveisse against the child who has rightly revealed nakedness.
not undressed, but surrounded by an invisible fabric.
The vision is dramatic, as the man attacked, that before being wounded launched words of hatred to young people who are reacting in the only way they know, challenging who does not give them a voice, who does not give them a debate, those who do not answers to their questions, but only to those journalists coated vintage men in the late evening broadcasts on the public network, whose aim is to mislead the perception of the direction of those straight lines mentioned above.
is a dramatic vision, yes, the hatred that comes back a few moments later, an elderly man disfigured and bloodied in the crowd, impressed by the weight of its own shares, falling down ' high as a sole opinion, as if the Sword of Damocles has finally succumbed to his courageous fight against gravity.
dramatic as the loss of freedom of conscience.

Freedom is a strange animal, which can be heard when there is little, and you do not want too much when there. The freedom fighters is frightening when you are going to nail down and put on a leash, because you can clearly hear all do the same questions: who decides what is freedom and what is illegal? Those who choose for us?
Who will look at who is watching us?

Ontario Dealer Training

Ask who the Beatles

... because we are and always will be born yesterday.

Perhaps it is easy to criticize the times in which we live, because the past is still shrouded in the mysterious and fascinating film that generates the time simply doing what he can do, or run continuously forward. No one has understood this incredible mechanism when normal, the first thing we realized just grown up, that there is death, and waiting for us at the end of our journey through time, and that this that was not coming back.

Despite this, despite all this, the memory is the only way we can win the time, even if it is weak and a tool that must be constantly nourished by love, the willingness and desire to be, not so much to persist.

through memory and a bit of critical conscious, we try to abstract our opinion.

The fact is that the night is made for wandering souls and in pain, seeking relief after having been compressed during the day, the ordinary life pigeonholed as the offices, carriers, walls and sometimes even the pavements force us.

Sometimes it comes from think of simpler times, when everything was almost completely different, and the difference was almost entirely negative. When all the fun did not mean never get hurt, get hurt and never really have it for real.

remember, while relatively young and not entirely old days when music was still a spontaneous motion of the soul, or at least it was not quite the bike (not all) of spontaneous and a chart of revenue outputs. Love was innocent, the words were innocent, and we were innocent. Perhaps like the illusion of more, or maybe the media were not so developed to spread the Pirandello and Svevo absolute truth about modern man, his sadness interior, its great to be a spark from the fire escape, destined to fade into the darkness after having shone for a while.

be young then was different from young people today, because despite knowing nothing, however, was not anything.

My lack of patience in investigating this phenomenon does not allow me to give a logical explanation to all this. I know that man lives almost everything better today, and that art is not entirely dead, and that there is still that innocence, that is (almost) completely lost. But it's really hard to find, and perhaps impossible, until we realize that we were born yesterday.

And that's why I still like those who were wondering why these Beatles.

(image credits: Mimmo Rapisarda - http://www.mimmorapisarda.it/ )

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Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving?

How Long Before A Pinguecula Goes Away

"... for there is only one thing in the world worse Than Being talked about, and That Is Not Being talked about." The long winding road

... are almost always agree with Wilde, I love it for its truth (almost) absolute.

disappear, be forgotten, it is sometimes worse than death, but although this is also a death, you may also die without sacrificing life.

So, I'm dead.

I remember a quote that I will remain faithful to the English, who I've always loved, linked to three different authors at once, I've always loved, and sculpted into a story that I feel very close. I understand all the immense power just now.

" Johnny Smith: It reminds me of a line from 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow' the last story I read to my class before ... the accident. Ichabod Crane Disappears ... the line goes "As He Was a bachelor, and in nobody's debt, nobody troubled Their head about HIM anymore."

Sarah Bracknell: Is that what you feel?

Johnny Smith: Is What I Want ... what I want. "

"The Dead Zone", by Stephen King, directed by David Cronenberg, 1983 (cited by Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow")

Toddler Wrestling Siglets

You return home from an evening with friends. It 'an opportunity to walk two miles to Frankfurt at night, in the absence of other means of transport other than those provided by default at birth.
The streets are lonely here, like those of any city at night, but there is a veiled light covering everything ... the lights, the glittering skyscrapers, the lights of stations and tram stops.
The long spacious streets, which in Italy does not exist, unfold along the way, the night unfolds.
It 'nice to then see that some things do not change.
Pass near nightclubs, and there's always the same people who arrabbatta desperate, trying to unravel the meaning of life in the midst of a pit without size or form. It 's almost quaint that a billboard hanging over there, tracings shamelessly graphic style of GTA.
Franfkurt through the big squares at night, you still feel that deep breath that fills those spaces during the day, but without the buzz of the people.
Other local, other people who seek to strive for something ... women, men, alcohol, or simply a place to spread their frustrations on a larger surface, to pretend that they are diminished, even if it is easier to glide over.
Some things never change.
A long walk is a chance to test their members, harassed by office work, boredom and laziness, but also to reflect. Reflecting a long time.
is reminded of those nights spent back home after being with the person who was believed to love, from the dark streets of Palermo, home ... the long way home, which seemed endless.
And it's time to reflect and understand.
understand that certain things are lost due to make another purchase value, even if that new value is often not all that great value. Understand that there are things that we have idolized for a living, and that in one second fell from the heart. Understand that the will and its absence, are the two biggest obstacles and at the same time, the two large levers that are lifting the world. Understand that, for one thing that is lost, however great and unique, you can find something just as great, perhaps not of the same nature, but perhaps something internal, which was lost along the way.
Perhaps it is not worth even thinking that something has been lost.
is that during the last wave of thoughts, I see the skyscrapers far away, yet indicative, I came close to home at last. Gone are already
these miles? They seemed more.
Time to take the keys to enter it into the lock.
It 's a click, and you think back on all that is past.
It 's the sound of the door closes behind her, that severs the link with the road I have traveled so far.


soundtrack of the night walks metropolitan

Puffy64 - The Last Ninja II Remix

1) The Streets (Loader)
2) The Sewer (Loader)

Blue Blockers Theme Song

Dum da dum da dum ... Der Frankfurter

... and if you are among those few in the world, as myself, think it would be nice to follow Brandford Marsalis, at the end of "Englishman in New York " Sting, the streets of the Big Apple in 1987, alone, while continuing to play his sax all night, you deserve everything my infinite respect, whoever you are.

(photo copyright: Alexander Kagan)

Leaner Mirror Secured To The Wall?

" If I have an ambition other Than A desire to be a chronic invalid, It Would Be to meet everybody in the world before I die ... and I'm not doing badly."

As closure of the arc in decline in this period of my life, I find myself under the lights of Frankfurt, to do work that, incredibly, still no effect devastating side to my psyche and my body. Leaving behind an old life, cathartic principle, we must dissolve some of the nodes, or the departure is an escape, and the joints, usually do not carry very far.

So something has ended, something else, however, is open. It always happens like that, even if you never know how it all will be well, and is more or less a matter of instinct. Whoever says otherwise, unfortunately, is a cowardly liar. The beauty lies in the surprise, because you never know what you will, though, sometimes but not always, remember that you will quit.

My Life as German starts this month, though perhaps my life as a non-Italian was started so long ago certain truths discovered by a teenager - and not just, as one might mistakenly think, defeat Italy Italy during '90, which also was instrumental in the loss of faith in football, I think.

I must say that I riflettutto the snow. If the cold persists, the snow is not nearly as fickle as it is usually painted. He manages to keep the memory footprint for a long time, longer than you think. Only if the leaves from freezing, the snow fades his memory with it. I prefer the snow. It's not like the sand, which is in constant motion, and leaves no trace of life, even if the condition persists, the cause ... and maybe that's the wind that creates the architect of his poor memory. I prefer the snow, because with her, and with the cold, can not go wrong, while the rest you can always come to terms.

something, this surely must mean.

E 'thinking about the snow that closes the triptych of reflections on myself that I dared report in this space a few days ago that, while apparently quite the contrary, the end is not a sfogatoio, but only a point of high gravity which are added the heavy thoughts, those that could not be read because unpronounceable and unlistenable.

Englishman In New York

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear

I like my toast done on one side

And you can hear it in my accent when I talk

I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue

A walking cane here at my side

I take it everywhere I walk

I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien

I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien

I'm an Englishman in New York

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said

Then he's the hero of the day

It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile

Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien

I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien

I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety

You could end up as the only one

Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society

At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man

Takes more than a license for a gun

Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can

A gentleman will walk but never run

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said

Then he's the hero of the day

It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile

Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien

I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an I'm a legal alien alien

I'm an Englishman in New York

Factory Sound Bank Missing

World doubts

" You can win a war in two
And maybe even alone
And you can take out the hearts of even the most black murderess
But it is more difficult to change an 'idea ... "

Litfiba - Apapaia

A man comes to a fork in the road, stopping, he meets another man.
The first asks the second: "Where are you from?"
And the second: "Where are you from you instead."
- "I've just seen it coming, you know where I come from. I, however, I have met here. I did not see the direction from which you came."
- "Are you sure that I know?"
- "Yes, you saw me!"

many times in life we \u200b\u200brealize that most of the world's ills come from the impossibility that sometimes shows a man trying to understand others. Ideas are like coal: where to look black and dirty, who instead of fuel with which to ignite the revolution to other still, however, seem to be the remains of something else, and finally, which is also those who seek to use that coal to stoke the flames in his own way.
Every idea has its foundation precisely, which may be right and wrong, everything starts from pressupposto perspective, the vantage point from which it is decided that the eye must launch his eye. Without the necessary background, it immediately alters perception, and you can not have an objective view. Just lean a little, and everything starts to look different. The black is mixed with white, white was not really much compared to what it seemed. Those who have decided not to accept the premise from the outset in formalizing an idea within the context of its mind? Few, very few.
why I would leave the concept of the idea of \u200b\u200bdogma, and make two distinct and separate. The ideas are free, wandering, aimlessly, and anyone can own them and turn them into their own vision, but remains free and permeable to any other influence. The dogmas, however, are not imposed by stereoscopic vision, but the monocular, which fail to perceive the depth and that are rooted in the familiar concepts of fear, because they have the fear of losing the precarious balance of not being able to identify. So things turn ideas into real estate, and prevent them from becoming continuously, as they should.
Only recently, reflecting on many things occurred in my life, I realized that the reason of the philosophers is that there is no certain knowledge, and that everything is beautiful because unknown, and as far as we know, in the end, it always elude our full understanding, because we have no power of perception as to penetrate the entire essence.
This suggests to us that all our idea, as it may seem powerful, wise and just, is itself a phenomenon fraught with unknowns, and therefore anyone can help shed light would be welcome.
Without knowing this truth, but it will not be an absolute right under the same principle that the soul, by instinct I have always shunned beliefs and ideologies, even in times of life in which society, through institutions and the fashions of the moment, pouring into the individual a set of notions, partly valid, partly distorted by clichés, leading the person to choose the own battlefield.
Doubt ... instead it is certainly the beginning of everything, the root of that curiosity is the mother of all knowledge and human knowledge. And through the doubt, the awareness that they can not understand the whole state of things, neither right nor wrong, nor right or wrong.
This absolutism is an evolutionary dead end, both in thought and in kind. It is possible, but must be seen in relation to a greater or lesser presence of doubt. Climbing through the Platonic idea and concept of the absolute value of some fact of reality, one thing I can venture that is sure if the doubts that surround it are smaller than another thing.
So, I face my life full of doubt, not certainty but looking further questions. I encourage those around me trying to figure out why things, and why we behave in certain ways or accept some things a priori, without question.
Everything worth of being investigated.
It is good to let every thought has at least a part of its foundation vulnerable to infiltration of doubt, because every idea has to be changed forever. It seems
protreptic a speech, but in reality is something else, something much more practical. There is in it the key to bringing the diverse misunderstood, mothers of all discord, and to reveal a deep and important discovery, on which I have stumbled almost by chance: do not have anything in common, at times, to build something, and often contrary to what one believes is the result of bad will that preclude the path of change, or dogmas that block the flow of water through dams made of fears and anxieties.
I start with the thought that universal brotherhood is possible, where every person can realize that it is wrong, in every part of his argument there is an error background, and that all his actions are likely incorrect.
Maybe so, everyone would trust more than the other.

The man smiled at the crossroads, telling him he was wrong.
- "Why would I wrong?"
- "Because I am blind. I did not see where you came from. But you saw me here already, and then you have an advantage over me, because when I know where I'll be moving in the future and where I started. "
The man who had reached second smiled, because he was so convinced of what was said to be more of who was really blind.