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The rudeness technological

Last night I attended a concert at the theater. It 'was a one-man concert show, jazz very special, but this deserves a separate post, that sooner or later write. The topic of the post is another, though related to the concert.

We're talking about a concert at the theater for 45 € a ticket, jazz, public educated enough and certainly not low-level office.

The first phrase is the classic presentation of the concert, "remembers to bla bla bla that is not allowed to take photos and video. "

The first 10 minutes are almost assured, but bearable some flash around the 5 piece instead taken by the enthusiasm the audience begins to lose perhaps the brakes inhibitors and found that the neighbor is taking and returning safely, the crowd let go as if it were the "red carpet" Hollywood and not a jazz concert. At a certain point and click-clack, beeps and zag of the most damned equipment covered nearly the sound of the concert. A show absolutely indecent and offensive to those who had paid 50 € to enjoy the pure sound of the classical guitar in the hands of man is golden.

Only the intervention of the staff of the theater was able to return to the phenomenon that had assumed grotesque.

First is money poorly spent, pay a considerable sum to go for a home movie in the dark at a crappy resolution and capture sound confused and distorted, and how much more I can fool you. Then the flash is disturbed those who wanted to enjoy the sensations of the moment, is the artist who at one point he also apostrophised room appealing to a more appropriate behavior.

I wonder how we got to this point? I thought a lot today to what happened, and I finally realized that part of rudeness technology that is spreading like wildfire!

The same rudeness that we carry around on public transport when answering the phone scream our problems to 50 people, that little matter. The same that makes us turn on the phone as soon as the plane touches the ground on which we are flying. The same that we are loading on social networking sites photos of people without their consent. The same that makes us turn to spend summer in photography, photograph, photography .... without enjoying the moments we are living.

Last night was a unique event that someone has hurt and at times preferred to see the display of a mobile phone. This attitude puzzles me but makes me to think that the fault is not theirs in the end. It is the fault of that system of consumerism that makes us constantly buying more and more sophisticated gadgets and convinces us of their absolute necessity in our daily lives. Last night I saw everything, cameras, camcorders, mobile phones latest, all concentrated in the moment rather than return to live it fully. I would ask them how they felt when they viewed a few clips and then this morning, will arrive in the office all happy Ganzi heroic enterprise? Glad to upload 5 minute video on some pirate platform? It 's really necessary to let all this take the technology and fail to take off a couple of hours and experience a sensation, dive completely into the music, close your eyes and relax for a moment. NO to the rude embraces the shift in the camera and his fuckin beard to every rule and etiquette is convinced that the full photo is included in the ticket.

What can I say, maybe a rock concert ... where the decibels hide the noise of a deviant technology.

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The Catastrophe of Marrakesh



Please it's too late, go away! Let
Juve will return to the nobility of its history.
It 's true, I remember how the brackets saddest of our lives to have ravished deep love toward those links that have written pages of glorious passion.
Beyond the personal considerations and dislikes, take note of numbers.
They are there, unequivocal sanction your inadequacy, lack of preparation, passion pretend never happened in five years of reconstruction.
The numbers of the disaster; go away!

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The dynasty of the 12 numbers



In the blog that bears the name of Dino Zoff, it seems appropriate to dedicate a post to those players who have been faithfully its shadow: the second goalkeeper. The faces of
Massimo Pylons, Giancarlo and Luciano Bodini Alessandrelli were famous more for quick browsing from hand to hand in exchange of coupons "Sandwiches" for their appearances in the field. To say your whole
also had another feature typical of those times: they were workers with radios. Were those that communicated the results from other fields, sometimes instilling hope and disappointment to their teammates. Besides
numbers 12 were the most faithful of the story balloon. Massimo
Pylons was (but thank God still is), a big man from the massive physique, from Ancona to arrive at the Juventus youth.
were still times of the satellite companies and faithful to Madame. Ancona, Forlì, Cremonese and Atalanta. Who landed at Juve he often did that path, a mixture of experience and words of honor ties between the presidents of those teams and Giampiero Boniperti. Business was always good for both.
After a year in Caserta, Max returned to Turin where he remained for six years. He found that robbed Tancredi's place holder because of a broken hand and was always to do the second before Carmignani and then the national Dinon.
Among the bad memories of the first leg of the Fairs Cup final against Leeds, a draw at home 2 to 2 but with responsibility for a goal of the British.
Among the fond memories, two paratone exceptional season in 71-72, which avoids the pratfall to Juve in Mantua and then allowed the Bianconeri to win the Scudetto.
Two years ago he went to take the goalkeeper in Scotland, after which until 2003 had trained those of Catania.
His favorite hobby? It seems to be a good fork.

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The Mall

I was not yet in the new shopping center in Palermo. Something new in a city that has remained slightly behind this phenomenon, but that is about to fall into line quickly to the standard.

impression I've had is to be projected in an artificial and fake. A sort of cathedral dedicated to the new god of our times "consumerism". Yet even if I months later I made my pilgrimage to this temple. I chose carefully the time to go to avoid being stuck in traffic. I decided to have lunch at the center, a restaurant specializing in cuisine style "west". I've been around the shops, I had coffee, I made a trip to the electronics store, but after 3 hours I had a great desire to leave. E 'useless I do not like the mall. I prefer to shop from home, the kindness of one who knows you by name, of knowing your habits, for those who can advise you and understand your needs. Today, seeing all those families nervously participate in the ritual consumption has strengthened my belief now that ours is a civilization based on the irresponsible consumption. You buy cellurari, tv, computers that do not really need. You pay with money you do not have. We are living beyond our means. Employees almost all young, you probably have a contract, a job, and this is the only positive side I have found. But I also think of how many stores were closed in the city, how many corners of the city become more anonymous and that piece of land on the outskirts of Palermo, which is now a square articiale. The problem is that we are replacing the city squares to these new squares of organized consumption. The Sunday was a day of rest, is becoming the day of consumption. The families left their homes to go to the "Toyland", there are other centers of social, squares and parks are empty seats not recommended, so go entire families to participate in this ritual, which now has no age. Children and youngsters are targets of this new way of leisure.

I hope that many small traders to maintain the desire and ability to continue with their small business, to give people a more human consumption.

Our society is losing its centrality in the work and the person to give an exaggerated importance to the consumer. The Italian factories to produce goods close to go to faraway places, who then sell it in our shopping malls on offer at a price still lower than workers without jobs and loads of debts will be able to afford. It 'a dog chasing its tail, a game that is making it downward a small group of people richer and a huge mass of people poorer. We are exporting around the world, this pattern of drinking that our planet will not forgive us. Stop? maybe it's too late now. We are overwhelmed by the immense amount of waste we produce. That huge amount of packs at allowing the most part this system of consumption. The ultimate cost of which is then downloaded by the system on the community, found the streets full of waste of all kinds and there are more places to dispose of. It 's all absurd, but you're all in, we fail to realize what we do every day. Our cars pollute much and do more kilometers and less are able to do without it. We use dozens of devices powered by batteries that one day will be replaced and that will be disposed of. Our increasingly irresponsible individual behavior are fueled by a society that has lost the sense of economic responsibility and environmentally friendly. The nature on the other hand begins to rebel and landslides this winter is evidence that the territory abandoned the logic of reckless is beginning to yield. I am an individual guilty as everyone else, and with this reflection does not intend to absolve from my responsibilities. We should all pause for a moment and think the world will be.