Al Jazeera returned to Naples. To talk about garbage. Who do we thank for this? Among many years, thinking back to those years "the youth", reflections, memories and anecdotes will be related all'olezzo of our roads, the heaps on sidewalks, all'inciviltà. Who to thank? Sunday, November 28, 2010
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Al Jazeera and News Raw on the Naples rubbish
Al Jazeera returned to Naples. To talk about garbage. Who do we thank for this? Among many years, thinking back to those years "the youth", reflections, memories and anecdotes will be related all'olezzo of our roads, the heaps on sidewalks, all'inciviltà. Who to thank?
Al Jazeera returned to Naples. To talk about garbage. Who do we thank for this? Among many years, thinking back to those years "the youth", reflections, memories and anecdotes will be related all'olezzo of our roads, the heaps on sidewalks, all'inciviltà. Who to thank? 
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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Recipes for healing by fanaticism
a Fanatic
Amos Oz
2002
; A fanatic is a walking exclamation point, but it can heal with some imagination and inject some humor pill.
In his "Against fanaticism", a collection of three lectures at the University of Tubingen, Oz presents a fairly simple recipe to heal from any kind of intransigence.
Beyond, however, the 'irony that hovers between the words of the writer is a serious issue, the unresolved Israeli-Palestinian conflict, with digressions about other ways in which in our world, manifest intransigence and intolerance.
Oz, jew, non-European, a writer, a former soldier, self-described expert in comparative fanaticism "and rightly so. Born in Jerusalem
more cosmopolitan than you might imagine, that of the forties, he has seen, irrevocably, to grow the conflict between Jews and Arab-Israelis-Palestinians from the worst years of armed clashes between the two armies, today reports a little more civil, but dense and tense.
Yet there must be remedies and the author, fine and acute observer, try to search for and list a few, without ever leaving the irony and take themselves too seriously, indeed, precisely to avoid this part amusing asides and anecdotes .
Funny and touching at the same time the story after which Oz defines his grandmother as "severely immune from fanaticism."
With these brief notes in the margins take a breath, it is lighter and later threw in his dissertations not avoiding sometimes unflattering comments at the address of its own people.
Oz says and as I read I could not help but smile thinking of fanatics who know first hand, that his life has not seen a fanatic who had a sense of humor and to quote the author himself "The fanatics are very often sarcastic. Some of them have a deep sense of sarcasm, but no soul. The humor includes the ability to laugh at themselves. Humor is relativism, you may see could be seen as the next ... " and continuous paraphrasing Oz, humor also the ability to see how others would see, to put yourself in their shoes, imagine how we would be and what we in the head if we were born into an environment totally different from ours, or perhaps just beyond the barricades built by ourselves.
Oz I have already defined as a non-European, and it is true, his parents have sent a love-hate feeling for Europe at some point, emerges from the words of the author does not some violence. But Oz does not forget to let us know: what is about to say will not please anyone, and probably not even him, I might add. Not appeal to us Europeans with our romantic vision of peace, always ready to point the finger, still need to know who the good guys and who the bad guys, not like the Palestinians and certainly not like the Jews. Oz is about compromises, painful separation but necessary recognition of rights, concessions and abandon.
Someone might say, is perhaps a statesman Oz to express opinions, to give his recipe? No, it is not and he knows this, but one wonders in a country where everyone has the solution in your pocket and do not lose at the next tumbler, why do not I?
And is it not true that the solution to fanaticism in general can only be a compromise between all possible solutions, "the ability to exist in the context of open situations, [...] with the diversity of others?
And is it not true that the solution to fanaticism in general can only be a compromise between all possible solutions, "the ability to exist in the context of open situations, [...] with the diversity of others?
READ: be read and then not agree with the author, to challenge its solutions, to dissent, to angry, to draw their own conclusions or to agree but here in full, however, draw their own conclusions.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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quiesce fit prudentior ergo
.. the monsters that we carry out a rainy Sunday ... want to go out, escape, escape from the state of things to find a new dimension as you wait ...
just a mouth of an ogre with its echo to pass a slight shiver down my spine because so long as we have monsters inside nothing and nobody can do anything if we do not ... 
.. the monsters that we carry out a rainy Sunday ... want to go out, escape, escape from the state of things to find a new dimension as you wait ...
just a mouth of an ogre with its echo to pass a slight shiver down my spine because so long as we have monsters inside nothing and nobody can do anything if we do not ...
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Iron Lotus In Skating
For those who love Oreo
I did not think that the craze for breakfast so he could be of interest. One of our most faithful
us about the invention of two friendly Americans: a tool designed specifically for dunking Oreo cookies in milk. The drama of the sinking of cookies is universally known.
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You never stop learning ...
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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Eulogy of Heartbeat
And do not talk about feelings.
But far more important things.
The breakfasts.
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belong to the club for lovers of breakfast morning. Delays monstrous, nothing in the fridge and pantry, alarm clocks at lunchtime. Nothing can keep me I must get me my beautiful protein (see orzino) and munch on something.
A must is the croissant. But in the absence of diligent boyfriends or brothers that I will go shopping or simply in the absence of "genius" to pick it up yourself, you decide, willingly eh, for the cookies.
Now, there is a "phenomenon" I can not stand and that irritates me the first few minutes of wakefulness during the day. Like a good "breakfast", I love dipping biscuits in tea. But let us case, a simple and mechanical action can be transformed in the early morning moment of extreme and inconsolable sadness of the day. Distraction, rintontimento duty sleep and I extend the soak over the moments needed to not make a crumbly biscuit in a formless mush. The problem is to graduate the absorption capacity of the biscuit with the times of "immersion" are not all equal. How many times
Tarallucci that nice, or the indispensable hug, or the legendary drips - number one-Pavesi are gone, merciless, milk or hot tea, without any possibility of miraculous rescues. Just a moment more, and the cock drowns in hot latte. And you stand there in a panic, and try not to leave the spoon to his doom at the bottom of the cup.
Inevitably, the first "and that Father ..." the day is guaranteed.
Santa Mulino Bianco has thought of all of us, brave saviors cookie drowned. He created the "Heartbeat", chocolate cookies shaped like its name suggests, at heart. Dry, not much, but sponged in milk or tea are perfect. And the porosity is such that even a fast dive to be enjoyed without becoming amorphous pap.
The author of the pay-off, then, is a genius. "Ideal for soaking," reads the slogan on the bag. Lighting. And falling in love at first bite.
ps. Mayor Paul pointed out to me that the "Athens Doria biscuits are long enough to allow total control of absorption.
In search of the spot, we came across the "counter spot. Not an example of elegance, but for "the record" and having to point out the irony.
Friday, November 19, 2010
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... I wonder if there is a period for the blog? distance to the three years I am here to re-comment in my mind, like walking over to give even more ideas and suppress the others.
Gypsy and Cascioli are somehow guilty of my return, not easy to tell the truth.
We are used to fb, with ready wit and quick dishes the microwave and travel Ryanair. Life, after three years, seems to have changed, seems to have accelerated in honor of the god of time and live it is not what I expected. Maybe because they are slow in nature, will I need time to absorb even a simple "yes" response will be that I grew up. And 'here I wanted to "get / not get" to explain why my growth is miserable if I wanted to write something on these pages and my mind is distressed.
Ergo write the past and the future, no holds barred, touchée ...
Friday, November 12, 2010
Is It Normal To Have Veins In Your Throat?
Invasion of taverns "gay"
The country is in crisis. The government falters. The premier strange friendships with girls about to get closer to adulthood. Veneto is flooded. The Salerno. Naples is full of garbage. And Pompeii crumbles to pieces. But, you know, people think c'adda nun. And if television offers great programs to ease the minds during the week, Big Brother Scazzi various insights about the crime, even by night the weekend should not be left behind.
People want joy and abandon. And if the market requires, we must oblige.
yesterday waiting for a film out of a multiplex, I was a victim of the leaflets more stringent I've ever seen. Within no more than 5-6 minutes, I collected six proposals for my Neapolitan nights. A per minute. Series, if I stay at home on Saturday night are a human case.
We are retail. The imperative is the fun. The need for the hall and drink. The dominant trend of the invasion of taverns, in fact, "gay".
The flyers are all denoted by bright colors. Shocking pink with a shovel, fire red, yellow trendy. All formulas have anti-crisis: ten euro eat, drink, dj has the staff, the barman at the table and learn to dance the mazurka, hip hop and tango. At the same time.
start with the cheerful tavern
. There will be a floor show and a brazilian show. Here with 15 € you can be sure sandwich or pizza (new menu kebab ...), beverage of your choice, village animation (?) , karaoke and disco. It's not over. If you book, you also pay tribute to the sangria. And the shelter as well.
For lovers of the atmospheres of the coolest (I love this word. The direction is zero), there is the
which is defined as: restaurant, sandwich, discodinner bar and lounge (it 'keeps still hungry ..) . Hence the proposal is more essential. We are always in a "chic": Tony Falsconi live show. Everywhere, however, the formula eat and drink.
In Pozzuoli, however, there is a new tavern
. Evening's program significantly articulated. It begins with a duo of comedians Lab Made in the South (the DueXDuo). It continues with the cabaret Cyrus Giustiniani. Finally DJ sets. Godmother of the evening, nientepopodimenoche, Pasqualina Sanna (never heard), from Colorado Cafè (I know). And or 'Great? Well here is easy: eat and drink diplomatic formula (scratch) 15 € . The Pearl of the flyer, all things considered "quiet", however, is another. It reads: "The tavern is a cozy and cheerful (if anything there we forget) room with study table FOR YOUR DANCING IMPROVISED . Another gem: "A gathering place for football fans who do not give either the favorite team or an outlet in the company ....". In other words: if your girlfriend because he wants to break your balls out there when the final of the UEFA Cup with Napoli (do not dream enough) instead of to hell the ten-year engagement, take it to Momma: she magna and you see the game.
At
again, you raise prices. But we are at the center of Naples. The formula reads: eat + eat + drink € 18.00. For those who book the inevitable tribute sangria. Sciuè Sciuè the note is a "Tavern Allegra Napoletana."
me "tends" to the essentials . Real postcard with traces of red lipstick kiss with sin and says "I love Shanghai." Heterophile.
Last but not least, the flyer that I had captured her heart. It 's a big face of Toto (here played on the feelings eh!). One can not bring the advertising content verbatim.
Front:
Retro:
What class!
ps. If you take a snack before you get mad ...
ps 2. When looking for a picture for the post, I stumbled into that tavern.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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NCO - New Commerce Organized
NCO is an abbreviation of which we have already occupied. We have not talked about the new Camorra organized by Raffaele Cutolo. We made a quick trip to San Cipriano d'Aversa, Caserta in the adjoining town of Casal di Principe. And there we discovered the
New Kitchen Organized Peppe Pagano and her many friends. get that reference and rely on those three letters, once again, a new meaning, full of good intentions that we value so much. So this time
NCO is the New Trade Organized. It 's the result of a network project that involves social cooperatives that have grown products on the "Land of Don Peppe Diana", or confiscated property to the Camorra. Products grown and processed are now offered for sale. There are various dimensions of the "baskets" proposed. Certainly appetizing products: the "paccheri" chocolate jam from the vegetable oil.
For info and booking baskets: nuovocommercioorganizzato@gmail.com - 081 892 65 28 The imperative is only one: to make a package to the Camorra ;-)
Monday, November 8, 2010
Are There Calories In Toothpaste
Come away with me .... just songs
I went to see "Come away with me" (what has made SHARE ") at a friend's house with another friend. We like to watch some TV together, a bit 'as it was when there was only one TV every two blocks. We spend too much already time in solitude on the PC. The tv, on the rare occasions where there is an interesting program, it is seen in the company. Returning
, Edoardo Bennato on the radio reminds me that, after all, are just songs. Wonderful song, an actuality of disarming, a sign that Italy, before, during and after, has always been more or less the same. E 'was perhaps the best ending for the evening, the perfect synthesis of what we saw, heard, thought. The program Fabio Fazio and Roberto Saviano opened with a quote from Winston Churchill: "Italians lose wars as if they were football matches, and lose the games as if they were wars." Nothing to add.
program. Nì much. Not are the a priori detrattrici Fazio and Saviano, indeed. But I expected more. The basic idea is very nice and this always proves to be one of Fazio's best TV writers out there. Ideas elegant, never commonplace, spirit, but of substance. From "The ones that football" the same "Che tempo che fa" (some people, if they must go on TV, just go ask him .... and not just because it does not ask questions ... uncomfortable questions " uncomfortable "in the Italian TV are very few ....). The lists and the reasons to stay or go: topical, a way, I repeat, elegant to treat subjects (the decline of a country) not exactly easy. Fazio, then, does a TV polite and do not shout, gem among our own listings. A pity about the evening's program: missing the thread. Hopefully in the next
Roberto Saviano. 'Savory' a bit early. Then he takes with the story of Giovanni Falcone. The finish that stands as a defender of the values \u200b\u200bof the patron saint of Italy .... maybe not. A wise ...
Roberto Benigni. Not his best comic monologue. We laugh at times, mostly through clenched teeth. But more to the content for the esprit of the comic. Berlusconi This helps a lot ... Then the signs to the cachet ... I would have avoided. Unsurpassed Oscar winner, however, poetic side. There crops up the true artist that moves, moves, wrapped in simple thoughts and forgotten. Touching costs of the words the writer in Naples. Bello
the final, taken by a company of dancers who, in a vaguely Fellini's choreography, staged what seemed to me the reality, confused, energetic, crazy Italian.
There was this great program, but I'm curious to see the next episodes. But there is to emphasize the desire to finally make a TV other than the usual standard. The themes, form, tones guests: (part of) Italy has not lost a night of quarrels between politicians and those of guests of Big Brother. With all the flaws and shortcomings of the program and personalities, we spoke differently in Italy. Nothing revolutionary, mind you ....
... in the end, Jackson is right, they are just songs.
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X Factor, and Ruby Pompeii
I admit it. I saw all the editions of X Factor. Few programs of pure entairtement me loyal in this way. In the last episode on Saturday, there was the usual "final showdown" between two competitors in the race: one of them is always on its way out ... the harsh law of the talent show. We were close to midnight. One of the two challengers, the affable Roger, just 17 years. Minor point. The law in Italy does not allow children under 18 to perform live after midnight. This rule, Francesco Facchinetti, the presenter, has complied with the faithful. Poor Roger, then eliminated, was represented on stage by his father. Thirty seconds from midnight is eclipsed, and its contribution to the final clash was a prerecorded video. Many will perhaps find this ridiculous law. I do not think it is. Indeed. The image of Dad on stage to take the place of the little talent, apart from doing so tenderly, it seemed that every time a micro signal something serious in this country is conceived and implemented. The representation of the "right thing to do. Too bad that just happens in a format television. There are age groups that should be respected. A minor is a minor. May have a clean face or thighs of Roger kilometers of Ruby on duty is always a being that very little is facing, at least by birth, adult life. It should be protected. There are times that must be respected, to live stages, a process of growth that must be safeguarded. And then, at midnight, it ranks in bed, even if you're a champion. Our thoughts turn to the last pictures I saw of the girl friend of both Moroccan Premier. The show has Annozero Michele Santoro. Seventeen again, legs spread in the simulation of a sort of striptease orgy-lap-dance. And all this for weeks and months after surgery merciful Silvio Berlusconi. Seven thousand euro, a phone call, the design of a ball pretty good and the withdrawal in Genoa, the proprietor of the local host of dubious taste.
not a question of morality, there is no room for bigoted speech. It 's just the assessment of serious and responsible actions. The rule on children on TV is. The initiatives of the Prime Minister a little 'less ...
Reliability, trustworthiness, reliability. In Europe it is said that "the Italians are happier French and vice versa. You may laugh now and then, you can be happy even more, but the sense of seriousness should not be affected. The seriousness is not in Pompeii, I do not know when, but if a whole domus collapses can not just blame one or the other. Those who continue to give speeches like this is, guess what, not serious.
Perhaps the extreme joy he gave us in the head. You can not be so foolish as to throw in the rubbish (yes, trad 'it), a wealth envy, that is, from all over the world. I imagine the smiles in the French salons, the dismay of Berlin, wide-eyed Japanese. And all the world to repeat in chorus: "You're crazy, stupid, as well as not serious."
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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I just wanted to wake up late in the morning
Who will go for the Fnac di Napoli (via Luca Giordano), Tuesday, November, to, say, 18:00? will be an opportunity to attend the presentation of "I just wanted to wake up late in the morning," the first novel by the Neapolitan journalist Antonio Di Costanzo. A murder mystery set among streets and alleys of Naples. Surreal inventions, a political actor (and others) wrong, compelling prose. E 'enough to tease a bit' of curiosity?
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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"Uncle" Silvio
I think I will add I other words, even on rivers that are pouring in these days and these hours. Speaking of Silvio Berlusconi at the moment is a little 'how to shoot the red cross. But these pages I have always done covertly and this time I pick up a bit 'of extra space. do not know whether or not we are in the decline of the great emperor. E 'born, died and rose again countless times, under the gaze petrified of fake self-righteous, arrogant under the nose of the pseudo-left of this country, besides the indignation of those who, in recent years, has never ceased to be angry, be aware , angry indeed.
I would not have "challenged" the keyboard. I do not think my opinion more important than others in the universe of the blogosphere, but, say, there was the straw that broke the camel's back .... reflections, which were widely encouraged in recent times.
A friend's house yesterday, I saw a video, reported by English TV, when our prime minister invites Italian youth unemployed to send CVs around Europe. Moscow, Paris and London. He strongly urged the children of this country, of which he should, in theory, a project in mind for the present and future, to leave their city to leave.
It has made things "questionable" Uncle Silvio, he said things "cheeky", but I think that in its lower explosion is the worst ever.
I live in a part of the country, in a city that, among the millions of tragedies and problems, suffer from bleeding of his brain, his strength, his vision of the future. We have no idea what a dream, but even a draft of civilian life, the ordinary when it is taken away, day after day, in a deafening silence and guilty. There are no alternatives. Suitcase and luckier to be found in Rome. The others wander through the 'friendly' and the rest of northern Europe. Sometimes the world.
The appeal in my south should be exactly the opposite. Stay and build for the company and the reality that we are worthy. We ignore those who say that "we must live with the Mafia and Camorra," imponiamoci lifestyles and habits of note, let us believe that "another way is possible." Oops, is utopia? Or would the right words of those who, from his power and his "experience" has to be vigilant about the history of this country?
The words of the President of the Council of Ministers can not pass over a simple joke. If the French authorities requested "les jeunes étudiants et les jeunes stagiares" to seek their fortune elsewhere, it would unleash a revolution. And we know that our cousins \u200b\u200bacross the Alps are experts in this regard.
We, however, we have no idea where you start.
Mr President, I do not know if I follow his advice. In the past, are already gone. Maybe I'll just make it. Many have told me. Here, and I do not speak to me, there would be genius and ideas, creativity and skill. In other countries would make false papers to seize what no money can buy: talent, culture and ingenuity. Instead everything is the same end of the garbage that surrounds us. And this is also his fault.
ps.
Women
"There's nothing I can do, I like women." A butterfly collection, a collection machines, maybe a better video library. A rich and updated library. A wonderful set of Marinella and Hermes ties. What are the women for you, Mr. President?
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