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RomeCamp 2008
November 24, 2008

Let's say things as they are: These "camp" is a sfacchinata!. Unless you understood find a lot of good that already organized under the house. But the atmosphere in these meetings between "creators of web content" is always very pleasant.

The Camp

porno 2.0

One of the most popular speech was (want to say) 2.0 Porno in which, among others, Luke Sarton, and Michele Ficara have told how an industry has changed quite active internet (the porno precisely), which has always been one of land development and testing of new technology in the network. By analogy a bold one could say that the porn network is like a formula is the automobile industry, since many of the technologies and solutions that are then applied in produziione series derived from innovation and experience in competitions.

Kurai live slideshow

Marco Camisani Calzolari presented his book "Enterprise 4.0" facing an increasingly confrontational relationship between the Company and use of the Web, both in terms of production and marketing, using the excellent Kura (Federico Fasce) for the occasion was improvised illustrator in real time on the blackboard of the concepts expressed by Marco.

The Cazzeggio

The double deck bus was an idea of the organizers dell'ormai notorious in the event, namely the "Faiquelcazzochetiparecamp" I'm talking about: Dr. Dania, Senzastile and Maxime. An English Bus double-decker with Dj set that spins for Rome at night, stuffed with people dancing, and casino toasted every three seconds, can be a pleasant infernal circle in which spend the evening. Come to terms with the bus in motion, balance, the glass of wine and the crowd has lost a challenge in starting, and the condition of wearing the shirt testify.

During the evening Maxime has raised the "Mooning" from the window, the status of sublime art, even if they are happy to be among those who were on the right side of the glass.

Robin Good is an unstoppable war machine and I can swear to have seen simultaneously in three different places, including driving the bus. With the palm dell'ubiquità a Stefigno with similar technique that takes place before any reflex in the process of taking a picture. Taricani Sara confessed that he is thinking of organizing "TariCamp" but does not yet know the date when the nice Vipera ( I read always) now has a face and I can say that this is absolutely the person to know.

The Bolga

A brief pause to Gianicolo for photos of rite and again around a beautiful night view of Rome through capoccioni of bloggers who were still inside the bus to sway and cazzeggiare. Francesca Ferrara and Marileda me (if I remember correctly) paid wearing of a hectolitre of wine during the evening, but did so with "sympathy" and perhaps not even remember it, and Dania was without doubt one of the bloggers most photographed during the tour (vabbè, there was no to be put in doubt).

Apart from the inevitable "balordone" due to the moving bus + music + wine, the evening was a success in terms of participation originality and fun then an ideal and embrace a concrete thanks to the "Board" of "Faiquelcazzochetiparecamp" .

I put the set of photos on Flickr but I do not remember the login to my account.

ah! : This dramatic image documents the true face of these events so-called "social". The blogger cool lunch with each other by Comunello, leaving your poor Rick just like a sick cat at the bottom of the hall as an outcast.

Enough with compulsive shopping online!
November 21, 2008

Seized by irrepressible Raptus from online purchase I have just received at home two more aberrant clothing and absurd that the human mind could conceive.

These T-shirt two, consumed like images depicting sacred / profane that is facing the back. The measure is perfect .. The problem is that views on the site gave me a change. Actually I just try, I looked in the mirror and looking like a cross between Marilyn Manson and Sbirulino.

I tried to make them a picture and post it, sorry .. not just me feel.

Member

While there fun out there mad as this poor blog has been hackers and genetically modified so that each page loading carried out a redirect su web address some of dubious taste. It could be worse: could post an article by Travaglio.

Status: solved

Having a child of five years gives you great excitement and, concomitantly, large exposure to any sort of virus from her school. Result: fever with devastating implications gastrointestinal and forced fasting since Wednesday.

Status: solved

Saturday morning departure for Rome Camp with the healthy intention to switch off from everything for a little over 24 hours, follow some interesting intervention and do some 'friends of caciara. What's that you say?

Status: pending

Chemi trails in the sky
November 18, 2008

The sky above my house 2 days ago

Getting up in the morning and see the sky above his head "irrigated" minutely by military aircraft is not one of the most beautiful feelings. I wonder when we can make clear about this practice which few speak but that is extremely damaging.

"The spreading of tons of clouds laden with particles from an aircraft has geo-changed our planetary atmosphere to convert it into an electro-conductive plasma loaded highly useful for military projects. The air we breathe is saturated with synthetic fibers of the caliber of asbestos and toxic metals, including barium salts, aluminum, and what they say, thorium
radioactive. These substances work by electrolytes to improve the conductivity of military radar and radio waves. As the poisonous arsenic and demonstrated suppressor of the immune system, the atmospheric barium weakens the muscles, including the myocardium. Aluminum inhaled go directly to the brain and medical specialists confirm that cause oxidative stress in brain tissue causing the formation of developments such as neuro-fibrils in Alzheimer's disease. The radioactive thorium because, as is well known, leukemia and other cancers. "

Stop the televoting for "young girl of the year"

Dear girls who have participated abundant in the "Miss Sexy Facebook subtitle young girl of the year", know that the votes are officially closed.

711 voters have decreed the Goliardia ranking of girls who meet again on the glorious pages of PocaCola with an interview and photo gallery supersecxsy.

I thank the invaluable responsible casting Vijaya Karunaratne (Sri Lanka known blogger) and I am giving you a meeting between very little, just the time to put together the material and prepare for interviews.

Due to the heterogeneity of the finalists will publish interviews without following the order of approval.

In Faith

Ravasio Belinoni Frustalupi

Ravasio Belinoni Frustalupi

Upside live

There is a strange near Varese, un po 'restaurant, a po' stage, a po 'farm. Every now and the exceptional musicians we meet to play, making other match commitments, concerts, tours, and basically they do for the sake of being together and some fun '. On these occasions their friends and friends of friends you meet in this strange place, filling it.

So, after appetizer of land, a piece of wild boar and a Tuscan wine, you can watch a live show really exciting. Because they are very nice, sometimes happens that I Tirino flutters on stage in something. I, which are of a nature without shame, do not let me say it twice and I like a short overdose of lights on the face, so to remember the old days.

Last Saturday we were all there, and it was beautiful as always.

Facebook: why I like
November 17, 2008

We had 15 years, a friend remembers me (or rather, my sister) because they see my face contacts between a common friend then who now lives in a small community 'rural lake in the mountains of Tennessee. Others who Carràmba!.

The chaotic, disruptive presence of Facebook in our lives has probably given a jolt to one of the people less accustomed to data: the Italians. It is because people who have never had a good relationship with the pc are, in recent weeks, approaching the technology through a "social" as Facebook.

If this is a good or bad is not for me to say but certainly is what all the great experts in the field have always wanted from their knowledge, and is the reason for the emergence of some well-known network whose "Claim" their "Internet people". Where have (perhaps) failed projects of this type could Facebook in a few months.

Like all phenomena related to communication regarding the views are personal and dissonant, but here and there reading blogs I have the national perception of a large detachment against FB, just by those that have always characterized as innovators and advisers (in various capacities) to teconolgie linked to the Internet.

Curiously many critics of Facebook are well-known blogger on the network that have gained visibility through their social networks and a personal blog of great success.

All and all social friends when we are behind the screen of our computer or tram on our phones, all online, all related. Then maybe people meet on the street and you do not salutes, we do not recognize. Then maybe a barcamp or blogcena there is not even.

via Catepol

And again:

Facebook say? So, (Luke asks an opinion on the subject for research they are doing in Nova) here. My opinion and 'that are suspicious. (Omissa) and Facebook 'fantastic for the events, and' capable of creating community 'in a weak moment, for an aggregate people had any purpose including the protection of Lambretta years 1958. And perhaps this will remain '. But intentionally creates a diaphragm with the rest of the network which I personally find it unbearable. Childbirth from a misguided who adds that all those who ask him. Unless a car or one with the face from Orange and a false name. My social network on FB and 'a false words (as I imagine that the majority of its users) and so' and 'normal that I do not care too much.

via Manteblog

And finally Andrea Beggi

"And after another month of use confirm my first impression: Facebook does not add anything to my life. It is also a chaotic, disorderly and not very controllable, which makes it perfect for new net-injured who are landing "sull'internette."
Andrea Beggi via Friend Feed

I believe are three views largely acceptable, the rest of the weaknesses of FB is precisely the same reasons for which it was born: to share themselves with people more or less known. The comment by Andrea then centra exactly the feeling that can make this tool during the first hours of use: the chaos.

You are in a large shopping mall at the peak and there is a lot of people passing and says his without knowing what the netiquette, without major rules, without thinking too much privacy and the game is all here. Internet people necessarily mean a period of chaos.

If you try the stalls, where about FB are expected someone to sit down to hear the things you say you are just disappointed because anyone interested. The reason? easy: there are millions of people who do not even know who the fuck you are. Like all social network is easy to skim and delete individuals less interesting or simply stupid but, unlike twitter, it is not required to be lapidary and does not always talk and just tecnolgia. You move away from short comfortable consolidated their readers, friends links and supporter.

It tells a little 'itself, which like it or not, and will cazzeggia (in most cases) just as you over FriendFeed or on Twitter, but among hundreds of people who do not know precisely what are these two orridi gadgets ( ok, I twitter and ff suck, I admit).

It 'a basic minimum of exhibitionism and desire to expose those who prefer a low profile, who has problems of privacy or do not want to show, on Facebook you find uncomfortable.

Ok, I try to analyze my 362 contacts on Facebook and see who really is:

1. There is no profile faceless (unless it is someone who certainly know personally)
2. 30/40 of my contacts are friends from childhood, variety and rediscovered thanks to Fb.
3. 50/60 have friends who currently attend or who had lost sight (found through Fb)
4. 150/180 Italians who are bloggers I read that I read, I know personally or via skype & co
5. about 10 total strangers that I have added and I accepted.
6. The remaining contacts are girls sexy-social international who have the peculiarity of having the profile pictures in which the tits are nice view. (The only exception to paragraph 1 above, but we want to do ..)

I find it very fake snobbish attitude of those who say ".. Now I clean my contacts because there is a lot of people do not know who ..", because the demand is spontaneous, but then because you have added or accepted ? But most of all because one wonders: but you what you did to find out who they are? To know. If social needs to be social is that! E 'crucial try to take the first step, which diamine. Thinking this will continue to attend and relate only to those who live in their neighborhood. It 'clear that if the attitude is like that of the character of the gag Guzzanti: "Aboriggeno! But me and you, fuck that if dovemo day? "We are far from social who is from the internet.

My opinion on Facebook is positive because, including chat, mail, feed, gallery and publication, integrates into a single service that is normally distributed across multiple platforms.

There are a lot of people who have accompanied us in periods or longer of our lives in which there is neither the confidence nor the habit of having contacts for a kind of laziness cleared by the fact that we lost sight and that you may not remember us. With Facebook is much easier to get them to exchange news and chat bypassing the obstacle of the call.

Here's the beauty of FB: We maintain contact with all the people to whom you would not even a phone call or sending a text message not only for fear of disturbing. Thanks to the FB you can directly split the Maroni when you want! No, I say, there seems little?.

note: it would be interesting to investigate the impact of blogs on Fb Italians, but if you ever again.

you report a post on the same theme of Roland De Persio.

Andres Vibration

A "feast at home" as if they were many years at the end of 70. I fumavo pretending, that is, without aspire, and the strange thing was creating rings of smoke that evanescent, a smaliziato eye, gave the measure of my ridiculous setting. Chinotto, Fanta and CocaCola drinks were a must, while the traditional small glasses of paper were scattered somewhat 'all over the apartment "host".

The music was what was .. Un po 'di brothers La Bionda, un po' di Cerrone, Disco Duck and a few evergreen Beatles joined what "slow" it was always perfect for lemon. The male dancing as shady mosses and wild boar females assatanata with grace, often displays an armpit flavored with pepper.

The big brother of our friend was a Deejay in a radio in Milan and had always pazzeschi discs, each time someone arraffava them from her closet and thrown on the turntable. The word turntable does not speak from the last century and gives me the chills, but actually used that strange thing to hear music in the Mesozoic ..

"This is a figata," exclaimed one who understood music right, but more likely he said "This is nerve!" (Then we gggiovani said "nerve", instead of saying "pussy" because after all we were not yet ready for that thing in there). In short: put on the plate that disc, from the speakers began to leave the music really pazzesca (perhaps cheek), a pace so strange, rasserenante, quiet. There was a guitar with wha wha, the percussion (Bonghi?) And a guy who sang with a voice of sandpaper but persuasively.

I rushed to take the cover of the disc and gave a look at photos. There was the image of a man with black hair that seemed sheets of noodles, but also very dirty. The title was "Jamming" of some Bob Marley. I remember that I thought ".. ZZO, but Bob is not an appropriate name to a case, should be called, I know .. Mubutu. "

My friend (the one who understood music cheek) said: "EU .. head! This is a strong, is Reggae Music ", and said his" reggae "as it is written. This much loved music, especially the girls, in the meantime had made notes on the dancing dreaming of this guy with the dirty noodles on his head.

Cos everyday we pay the price with a little sacrifice,
Jammin 'till the jam is through We're jammin' --
To think that jammin 'was a thing of the past;
We're jammin ',
And I hope this jam is gonna last.

Accustomed to cash in the four ',' is what we had taken pischelli us a while 'by surprise but had his because, although clearly we had the most idea what was said in this strange song Bob.

A friend of mine came up to me I was improvising a choreography unlikely on those notes and I said, 'Sorry, but how the hell you dance' I'm reggae? ". Thus in the Mesozoic discovered Bob Marley.

I have known men of the Apollo mission

Of all the people who were in youth lucky enough to attend live all'allunaggio dell'Apollo 11 "Eagle" was also a boy who, after that experience, developed a real passion for space research and technology in a broader sense.

That boy, I have the honor to attend and learn from when I was fifteen years, is named Alberto and years has become a man and a professional television, film and television author (.. plus other qualifications that surely escape me).

The boy, who along with her father looked with admiration the black and white images of the early pioneers of space, was given an opportunity, in adulthood, thanks to his work as a director, to know personally those same men ..

I'm talking about Mr. Scott (Apollo 15 commander) and Neil Armstrong (Apollo 11 commander and first man to have walked on the Moon).
Needless to say that this experience was for him a moment of great emotion and intensity, the fascinating story of his conversations with Scott and Armstrong found in the these pages ..

Inevitability of events
November 15, 2008

The woman who bears a year from my annoying, cumbersome, annoying, intrusive presence (as expressed in passat o) opened a blog, indeed: a tumblr.

Despite being blonde if the quarry well with the computer, so it is able to do everything alone, without totally involved. I then reported to have made an omelette which are somewhat 'all responsible.

Now, I know perfectly well that women's solidarity at this point will populate the comments to this post phrases like: "You have done well", "hurray" and again: "that wonder." I am also conscious of the fact that since this is pretty dumpling, comments men will be: "You have done well", "hurray" and again: "that wonder."

But, please, do not create false illusions .. we know how difficult life here in the trenches! For starters, it was just spread the voice of "Blond tumblr" I have already got the first maniac ..

Nokia N82
November 12, 2008

After repeated Salassi that I was subjected Vodafone, especially for rates linked to internet connection, which forced me to pay a monthly figure similar to that required for an installment of a loan, I decided to move to 3 and to use (including in the contract) the Nokia N82.

Progressing from N95 to N82 is a somewhat 'fetching his wife to get with the twin sister: it makes little sense. In short, the change if there is barely noticeable.

On the keyboard is unusable, except with individuals aged between two and four years.

Me and Vergara, the time of young marmots

That blogs are becoming increasingly shifting social network on the pulverized content in the "microblogging" is a rather obvious and it speaks well Maxime in this article.

It 'a sign of the times (compressed and accelerated) of the vast network that you chew, digest and evacuating customs and habits with the speed of a TV commercial. If we add to this the law "antiblog" in preparation that could decimate bloggers like sfigati inhabitants of an anthill taken assault with a Loaders, we realize how this strange, hysterical, entertaining world is constantly changing, and not always positive.

It may happen so that small pieces of yourself are scattered on Twitter, on your blog and on Facebook and that someone takes the trouble to put them together to get two healthy, legitimate, laughs or just to underscore a friendship born from the network but that develops then face to face.

This is what has made the sympathetic Francesca Ferrara, drawing here and there pieces of Antonio Vergara and mine, uniting them in a post that describes how a strange pair made of differences and similarities, in the style social network.

ps: The title of the post is a free adaptation of a song by Sergio Caputo

What could be better
November 11, 2008

Because time is important. But it is always just.

Lots of things to do than to say, and above all to talk .. All shouted their need to remember what could be better if we had more time. I know myself, I know perfectly well, better than you. The fact is that time is not on the road, do not mature together with interest, my time has to be conquered, planned defined. Every second is a robbery, a subtraction to someone or something that would have full rights. And for a "strange creature" little inclined to restrictions, having to come to terms with the close links the clock is in itself an unpleasant sentence.

I am a man of "reason" but over the years I have learned to do because of my instinct, because he misses very little, less than me.

There are things you'd like to do, what you need to do and those who try to do. Out in obstacles are the setback, and the time of incommunicability. Yet he, that bastard is fierce! Quando non c’è ti manca e ne vorresti di più, quando è dalla tua parte svanisce come un merdoso Calippo sotto il sole d’Agosto.

Io voglio più tempo, per non fare torti a nessuno, per stare più con me, per poter esserci sempre per chi mi cerca, per riscattare anni passati condividendo il buono che c’era in me con chi in fondo non lo meritava, per starmene qui ad osservare la pioggia quando inizia a scendere e per guardare quei tuoi occhi bellissimi da molto vicino.

Questa corsa, questa ricerca, questa rapina a mani nude di manciate di minuti è ogni giorno più complessa e non la posso fermare. E non mi venite a dire che “volere è potere” perchè è roba vecchia : io i miracoli li stò già facendo.

Cosa mi piace del ballo latino
November 10, 2008

Articolo scritto da Rick in : Attualità , Donne , Generale , I grandi classici dell'erotismo , Musica , Rick's World , Spettacolo ,
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Sabato sera in compagnia in un locale dedito al “ ballo latino “. Non parlo delle danze di Pindaro, Ovidio e Virgilio ma delle più prosaiche Bachata, Merengue, Salsa & co.

Il grande fascino di questo ballo ha su di me buona presa, non a sufficienza per impararlo però. Da ex musicista sento il ritmo anche se non voglio e il problema non è andare a tempo ma piuttosto battere un passo in modo innaturarle sul secondo o terzo quarto..

Le figure classiche di questo dorato mondo sono tutte rappresentate in qualche metro quadrato di pista : il tecnico, l’esperta, il dissonante, la pantera, il moderato, tutti uniti da sonorità e melodie che per noi europei non dovrebbero rappresentare un cazzo e che culturalmente non ci appartengono, eppure.. Eccoci là tutti insieme a sudare al ritmo di un Merengue insolente che riesce a regalare fascino solo a chi lo sa bene interpretare ea chi mentre balla “ci crede davvero”. Non esistono valori assoluti in questo mondo e non ci sono persone inadatte, esistono soltanto quelli della danza (e del sesso naturalmente) . Ecco allora che quella ragazza dal culo enorme, fasciata in un top tempestato di strass, mentre balla leggiadra sembra meno culona ei suoi strass.. meno strass. L’estetica della danza ha il sopravvento sull’estetica del corpo e su quella dell’abbigliamento che, in molti casi diventa funzionale a quel preciso momento.

Io guardavo affascinato e cinico un mondo che tutto sommato mi attrae ma non mi appartiene e sulle note che uscivano dalle casse la mia mente inevitabilmente sovrapponeva una vecchia canzone di Paolo Conte.

Due note e il ritornello era già nella pelle di quei due
il corpo di lei madava vampate africane, lui sembrava un coccodrillo
i saxes spingevano a fondo come ciclisti gregari in fuga
e la canzone andava avanti sempre più affondata nell’aria
quei due continuavano, da lei saliva afrore di coloniali
che giungevano a lui come da una di quelle drogherie di una volta
che tenevano la porta aperta davanti alla primavera
quella musica continuava, era una canzone che diceva e non diceva,
l’orchestra si dondolava come un palmizio davanti a un mare venerato
quei due sapevano a memoria dove volevano arrivare
Paolo Conte

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