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about me hello goodbye, monster

premise, Ligabue is definitely one of my favorite singers, one of those who accompanied me in my short life but now he has broken with these love songs.

In May, the new album, I sincerely hope that is not the wave of single (A blow to the soul) or we are the fruit in the summer concert in Rome, not I think to go there. Almost € 70 for a concert, but we're kidding? Then maybe I'll change my mind.

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my laptop I am the one that I believed, but not what you see ...

This morning my faithful talking mongoose I submitted a track taken from the blog of Massimo Mantellini in which, inspired by a post Sandrone Dazieri, started thinking on some of the side effects that may have over-exposure of a public figure on Facebook.

With Massimo (above the mongoose, not the Mantellini ...), we share many interests including a web presence that borders on compulsive less than a detail, facebook it acts as an element of asymmetry , being himself a staunch detractor. The above post, were taken not so much in fact, not only to support his thesis, but rather as an invitation (addressed to me and other friends) to express our own.

beds both surgeries, I am in substantial agreement with that of Mantellini.

Everything is born (In my opinion) from a basic misunderstanding that underlies facebook. Misunderstanding is very clear, two-way nature, in which they stumbled Dazieri is that his so-called "friends .

See the phrase " on the Internet are all friends of all " crap of course ...

Dazieri part of the error was in accepting the first unknown. I too sometimes happen to get on facebook friend requests from people who do not know (thankfully few and for obvious reasons ...), in which case I do not even ask who the individual in question, and I know not enough , maybe you know him and I do not remember him, but it is clear that if I do not memory, so we're not friends ... Since

Dazieri a public figure, would have to separate the private from the aspect of so-called "institutional" rather creating a fanpage in which his admirers could have been entered to exchange views on him and maybe announce the participation in possible events, but in this case not expect much, because this leads us to confusion generated by Facebook and that is partly a peculiarity of the Internet age.

In the age of Web 2.0, chat, webcam and so on and so forth, there was a sort of division between our physical and our electronic projection.

I am myself and my image but separately.

support of all, we are sympathetic with anyone there any outrage against injustice without leaving home, because it is easy to click but when it comes to putting in the street then we immediately reminded of some other commitment made under the so-called "real life .

Similarly a girl who is not considered a prostitute if he does see her ass on webcam for 10 €, we do not consider ourselves fools if we promise to go to a peace march on facebook and then in fact there are a home.

We are therefore faced an extension of reality is not so different from that imagined by the authors of the current Cyberpunk early 80s. We're getting closer and closer to being One, no one hundred thousand with a dangerous emphasis on no due to the fact that we often forget that while the external reality can also be the result of our perceptions, the interior as it may be multifaceted, it is still a. And the ubiquity of electronically can not be transformed into dissociation.

Urgerebbe then, by all of us, a reaffirmation of its " be a .

I have my post on twitter.

I'm the shit that I write on the blog.

I click on my facebook.

I am my webcam image.

I am the idiot who played at thirty still s'accatta the giunnaletti.

I am the Boeotian who gets drunk and makes jokes at Westmalle Tripel aloud in the presence of strangers.

I am more than the sum of my parts, but in the same way each of my shares in itself it is me and not someone else.

The role-playing game works until you realize it's a game, otherwise it leads to the disease.

In other words, we simply had too much telematics explosion that has allowed us to be ubiquitous, to feel involved without making the slightest effort, to have so many friends without ever having set foot outside the house.

much this really lasts, I honestly do not know. Probably the time a few generations, the short time that all this slop is metabolized by people like me who happen to him if the view is and allow those who did were born to learn to live within its size.

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Combating land mafia in Belgium

Last Saturday I discovered that with improper delay Marco Rizzo and Lelio Bonaccorso , Authors of the remarkable biography of Peppino Impastato , will be guests of Leuven my favorite comics to promote the Dutch edition of their work.

Take immediate urgency to take action.

Parto then to Brussels, harboring the hope that the Piola have at least one copy of the Italian, the fact is my accomplices in Catania and the upcoming Easter holidays there are no technical time for me to send.

arrived in Brussels that I discover with horror that the peg is closed because of these holidays, I come home ... but not defeated

Having battered the fuck to half of Europe (including authors) I give up the obvious: there's no way to recover the balloon in the language of Dante.

Patience ...

Fast forward to seven days and here we are today.

two o'clock I go calmly to the time of Parijstraat and after buying my weekly quota of comics, weighing the pros and cons and finally draw the dice: if I can not buy the coveted volume in the language of Dante, buy it in that of Van Basten, then I am going to buy " Peppino Impastato - een TEGEN nar de maffia , if nothing else I will have an opportunity to practice my Dutch limp.

waiting to be set up booth for signatures I enjoy bad coffee in the meantime, noting the emergence of a small row composed enough to casual passers-by as native readers.

In line for the autograph of the rite are discovered strange affinity, are discussed and curious coincidences between an immigrant in the Netherlands who was passing by Leuven-case and a pair of Flemish Italian fans there is discovered in Sicily abroad. So no matter if you Catania or Messina, no one cares about you liotru brand on it buddaci or t'addubbi loaves to ca 'meusa today Semu all all devout, if not Sant'Agata certainly the cannoli and the prickly pear share a story to tell that we persist despite the mutterings of those who intones the usual mantra: "Eh vabbeh, but is not that every time we talk about the Sicilian mafia can always talk to ...".

But yes, we persist in talking about the mafia, because continuing to ignore it, continuing to speak of sun, sea, Etna, puppet and Great, continuing to speak words of crap and hiding heads in the sand does not conclude anything.

So here we are in a row, enjoying an unusually clement weather, welcoming the fact that a story might not accessible to all has translated into a language spoken by very few, hoping that it is only the beginning. Why

to fight the Mafia is sometimes enough to read a comic, just to make a drawing.

The usual suspects, the heralds of 'optimism , say it is a drop in the bucket, but still drops has made the sea ...

Back home, jot down these four lines, exhaust photos and contemplate my dedication.

eat Thai tonight. I know this has nothing to do shit, but somehow I had to finish the post.

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