Monday, November 29, 2010

How Do You Wear A Female Jockstrap

WikiLeaks and bar Flower


Let's pretend we know nothing. They were on vacation for months and have gone back today. What's better than buying a newspaper and read it nice having breakfast? Front-page story, "Frattini: WikiLeaks wants to destroy the world." You can bet that the horn would go askew.
But how does the world want to destroy the site hacker
Julian Assange ? Well
highly confidential documents revealing U.S. models. It would, as explained by the Republic, "judgments of unacknowledged U.S. diplomacy on many world leaders." Explosive stuff. Then it should go to see these revelations bomb, capable of bringing down our planet into the abyss and, as someone wrote, to shed blood.
We start from the Italian leader Silvio Berlusconi
. The premier Arcore is tried, in various private correspondence, "incompetent, vain and ineffective," "Putin's spokesman in Europe" and "tired" for too many "feasts." Incredible! Berlusconi vain? Putin's spokesman? Tired for partying? But I'm mad! And on
Russia you say? "Medvedev, officially ranked higher, is part of Putin's Robin than Batman." But who would have thought that Medvedev is a puppet of the former KGB Putin. Shocking.
More: Hamid Karzai
is "inspired by the paranoia," Gaddafi "is a true hypochondriac" and even Mahmoud Ahmadinejad would be "a Hitler" because Iran is a "total dictatorship" an example of "fascist state." I'll have to cancel the New Year in Tehran! But the best comes at the end. Yes, because the icing is when WikiLeaks ruled that German Chancellor Angela Merkel "avoids the risks and is rarely creative." Think a little '!
At this point I have a doubt. Want to see Assange frequents the bar in Flower my house. Other documents that CONFIDENTIAL ', all flour is Mr. Mario, a former cobbler retired early because I had some other bowler who could make a sensation. According to Mario, "Giuliano Ferrara is overweight," the Queen Elisabbetta "unwatchable sports hats" and Michael Jackson "in reality was black." We only hope that from Stockholm decide to accuse me of rape and Mario.

Monday, November 8, 2010

How To Play Frustration Card Game With Uno Cards

France: anatomy of a flop


propose again (it's the last time I do it) an interesting interview with Sergio Manghi, Professor of Sociology at Parma and scholar of the dynamics of the French national team, which takes an argument already proposed the monthly Communitas directed by Aldo Bonomi.

Before the draw with Uruguay and then the defeat with Mexico eventually eradicating the small South Africa. These droplets that have overflowed the universe bleus . Anelka, because light in the dressing room, is forced out for insulting the coach aside, the old guard forces formations, at the mercy of events Domenech, Ribery is in tears on television to apologize, Gourcuff ostracized and banished to the bench, Evra fights with a preparer who leaves the team, the departure of some representatives of the Federation, President Sarkozy spoke tough on players, sports papers arrive insult in editorials, and finally strike of all the players who decide not to train. A psychodrama worthy of a novel. But it's just football? Maybe not. To better investigate a shipwreck sport that seems closely linked with the social reality we interviewed French Sergio Manghi , Professor of Sociology at Parma and author of " Zidane, anatomy of a header world" in which he proposes an alternative reading to 'expulsion of the French captain in the final in Berlin.

The cheering that the French national reserve, in contrast to the compound motto "allez les bleus" is unique, full of expectations and is a manifestation grandeur of the famous ...

Yes, I would say that what the French do granduer of lights, a very strong national pride that we Italians find it hard to understand. Ours is a parody. We believe and we do not believe. Their hand is a form of thought and creates high expectations. For the French this debacle is a disaster.
There are immigrés de banlieue (Ribery, Gallas, Anelka, for example), the nouveau immigrer (Evra, Diarra, Malouda) and the white "bourgeois" to Gourcuff. Debacle A daughter of a sort of generational warfare?
I speak about these ideas for the first time. Indeed it may be a clue interesting. There are different ways, in fact, to give value to French pride. For the older generation to fight for France was an honor that goes along with a resentment is not permissible. Zidane's living among those who represent the great nation and who can rise to that role only if very successful. When things go wrong, as now, are always the first to pay. But a system that led to a stronger affirmation of pride and a search more angry. The new generations of immigrants to the contrary, are daughters of a more European and world economy and therefore less hungry. With the "white middle class" is the difficulty in historical reality.

Above in the light of the fact that the French national is anything but French ...

Sure, as origins no doubt. If we look to the country is exactly the same thing. It continues to fuel the myth of the Great but France, for example in Paris, the non-Community population has exceeded that of France. Not only that, if we look at the succession of figures from the past president of De Gaulle, Mitterrand and Chirac to Sarkozy. One who is not of French origin "pure." Not only from a genetic perspective, but not style. More like our Berlusconi. He is a son of the society of the spectacle of a European or American society rather than following the fall of the wall Berlin. This also changed the perception of immigration and being immigrants. On one side are more obviously part of the context, but the pride of the other point of reference for the immigrer, weakens a bit 'for all. Malouda probably is not that a fighter could be like Vieira. Even less Gourcuff.

But why then Zidane, leader and symbol of the old guard and the old immigration, on the other accused of being the manager occult, has sided with Domenech criticizing the team?

Because according to his way of thinking have really wrong. Defended in some way yet the idea of \u200b\u200bpride that the world will remember this World Cup for the winner and the bad impression of France. Something that reflects the recent world. We remember the winner el'harakiri trans. This self-injury is always at hand for when the French "non-French" fail to ensure the victory have the nerves more vulnerable. The National

then, as usual, is the mirror of the country?

Yes, particularly of the country through immigration. As long as the nation is able to envisage the possible integration, as it was not until 10 years ago even though they were already lying, imagination there was still a dream. The children of the poor suburbs had already resigned, but the successful ones could imagine to play a role in this melting pot without betraying the suburbs. Today it is very difficult since there is hardly that great feeling français.

doing an exercise with the butt you should never do, even if there was Zidane in the team would be different?

I feel that Zidane is still a fit and that should correct the bad impression of 2006, perhaps he would find the rage right to want to redo. But realistically does not have the physical and I do not think that what happened would have the right incentives.

This is just a fantasy. If I wanted to be more Relist and thought to play a role as a man dressing, the Beckham?

one could be an idea. But you have to deal with the resentment of his fellow Illegal abandoned the better. Yes, officially there is solidarity, they say comprederlo and justifies it. But in reality a bit 'of incazzatura there was still there. Finding the authority after the head was not an easy thing. It is true that the French, when there is half of pride, are capable of telling lies considerable. They had the nerve to blame Materazzi again, finding an external enemy and firmness. Mourinho has learned from them.

In this Domenech seems to be the main culprit. Or maybe it really is.

No, it will just be the scapegoat ...

Well leave home names like Ben Arfa, Benzema, Nasri Mexes or unknown as to bring Gignac and Valbuena is a responsibility ...

What was a bizarre and unpredictable choices that did it was already known for some time. They wanted to keep them. The risk now is that giving all the blame on him. Another simplification. Before there was an external enemy as Materazzi, now a procedure. Always to avoid having to admit that you can lose. Clearly, for the French national pride is unacceptable.

She says the head of the 2006 is not an ordinary reaction but a deliberate coup de theater motivated by fear of defeat. That gesture will be remembered forever and then Zidane is a winner anyway. Today we can speak of a coup de theater on a collective level?

What's in common is not trivial. You can lose. But is there a way to lose that is common. We lose everything in life. Then there's the loss is not trivial that humanity remembered. This national one wishes to remember in an unconscious way. Certainly an exploit is not successful as that of Zidane, a gesture that was aesthetically beautiful and elegant, even by the time it was done under the eyes of all. Today is more of a racket. But respect the French idea narcissist: a nice change the fact that defeat is a defeat. This is the grandeur. The non-triviality. The non-trivial to resign. If we lose we need to do a lot of noise. They can not lose like Togo or Italy.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Brazilian Waxing In Inland Empire

Nec Sever Recedit


These days we speak of escort and parties. And how often I forget to too many problems that still does not have been resolved. If, as a Tezigno, he takes to the streets armed forces and the media to pay attention to, perhaps, for a few days, we have a chance. Otherwise oblivion is certain. That's what's happening in L'Aquila. The earthquake is no longer news, and many believe the situation is now resolved. Instead, today is the hardest moment for the earthquake victims. Propose again the first song I wrote and published in Abruzzo Vita.it . One way to remember.

"Nec Recedit Sever", not even broken it recedes. This is the first flash, the first frame of the Eagle. The phrase stands out on the wall of the sports hall of the School Officers and Stewards GdF's where we find support. We couple a fraction of the many here in L'Aquila. Upon entering the parade ground of the structure we are moving towards the sports hall. It will be our base of operations. Let's go. A building like many others, with its large terrace colorful, colors and lighting aseptic day. An elastic structure made to absorb the movement of people in the stands, maybe this is safe, not damaged. Hopefully. A building like so many were it not for the expanse of tables, computers and maps. We are in the heart of the machine to be rescued. We all are. Fire Brigade, Civil Defence, Red Cross, Maltese Cross, Scout and Agesci CNGEI, Forestry, Police, Carabinieri. A machine that I will be able to experience the night never ends. They all work incessantly. The first night we have to prepare the funeral. It will be held right in the parade in front of the palace ceremony. I'm here to tell what happens, interesting stories. Should I try to talk with those who are here to get busy. I decide to smoke a cigarette, the best way to chat. I understand now that the stories, the stories are all around me. It binds easily. Everyone has their own, history. Each time I discover a new cigarette. Everyone has a journey along the back and a reason to be his own. A cigarette after another, people going around and is busy: I pricked the conscience. Everybody, help, I look and build. I can not resist and start to download water tanks for the relatives of the deceased to be the next day. Then the group which I joined, people of Rome, volunteers who come to do the cleaning, you are asked to place the strip. I see the faces that darken, I know I should not be a good job. I guess because it is heavy, but after I understand. We must place the strips of wood that will serve to support the coffins when they are arranged in rows facing the altar. They were expressions of impatience. The tragedy is palpable. We are four in the morning. But I feel much better. I gave a hand. "You tell your children," she said. They do not know the story here. I greet you with Eleonora organize shifts for cleaning from Rome but could not resist hearing the stories, and placed his daughter, came running. I'll jump in bed. The alarm clock in the morning is usually given by constant noise and lighting involved. There are funerals. Flowing slowly and silently across a city. L'Aquila salutes their loved ones. Telling a time like this is not easy. Two things strike me at all: the silence and dignity. The last image that remains is heartbreaking. An elderly incredulous pause in front of two coffins, one above the other, mother and daughter. See who passes and is increasingly demanding "why?". Nobody has an answer. In front of all those boxes suddenly become a sterile numbers that I read looming reality. I cry. I'm not going to be so. I prepare for the afternoon, which will be the result of the Scout AGESCI Catholics around the camps for displaced persons equipped. Not sure yet but for the second time that day will stay in front of astonished and admiring this wonderful people. Let's go. The first field is in the center, where the bites were terrible earthquake. Here the buildings have surrendered giving inanimate walls, roofs and masts to shocks. It 'awesome. We enter the field of Piazza D'Armi, I saw the most central. We invest joyful cries of children playing soccer, the clown going to tear a smile to children. Scouts and volunteers of Civil Defence, who are working to overcome the shortcomings, the worried look leaden celo. If it rains you may browse through the mud, you will need to put some runners in wood. An old woman in a wheelchair greets us from the entrance of his tent. Here the most mundane daily practices must be carefully thought out and planned. Antonella, who works in the field of voluntary AGESCI smiles at me and after having made me sit down to watch a ballet prepared by some children, it tells me something unusual. "We are Catholics. Faith is what gives meaning to what we do. Do not do this for themselves and even for them. This is done by faith. " This route starts Tempera, another village. They tell me that before were all autonomous municipalities have chosen for convenience to become part of the town of L'Aquila. We arrive. In fact, the three fields. Two officers wanted by the authorities and third spontaneous. The people did not want to leave their homes and decided to camp near giving up power, water and gas. They call him affectionately "Scampia," because the extreme conditions have exacerbated a bit 'minds. While we walk the paths of a father son talk on the phone "I had to hold his hand all night, afraid to sleep and do not want to stay in tents." Shortly after a municipal police jeep arrived with a load of chocolate eggs. I think of that child. After visiting the three time fields we head to Arischia. A true jewel. There is a container that serves as kitchen, tents inflatable, tent with the Red Cross office. To summarize the efficiency of the field is enough for me to sign a written record of: 11.30 for lunch with celiac disease. Cigarettes once again prove to be a good idea. I've finished and I turn to the Red Cross tent. Enzo I ragala two and all proud, "what you see is all of the Molise Region Civil Defence, after the earthquake we bought our leading a caravan." But there is a problem: 300 Easter eggs resting in a corner of the tent "playroom" for the 80 children who attend, and no ball. The mind flies to the first field. We will organize an exchange between eggs and balloons. We must also refine the techniques for the distribution of food to the elderly who can not move out of bed. They are many and the food is likely to get cold. And 'now dark, back to base. We expect one of two cans of tuna daily. I have seen so many people in trouble but nobody gave up. I've seen people with the same clothes for days in front of a wall of water tanks, ask permission to take a bottle. I have seen through the curtains the same silence and the dignity of the morning. Just get in front of the building to meet Vince, a volunteer nurse Cives Puglia. We talk about the fields, say "Scampia," he informs me that he came back recently, they have found a camp of 800 people in the mountains where no one knew anything. No blankets, no cots, no water they drink or to wash. Only the curtains. "When I arrived I was greeted and thanked. They were happy to be alive and to have a tent to sleep. " After dinner I go to a coffee berm. Another cigarette. Two of us. Giampiero Red Cross Eagle greets me, "I have to hang in the center. There seems to be a person again below, is alive. " This is not confirmed if they know little. There remains only the hope and an imperative: Nec Recedit Sever.

In the photo above, the Centre managed by the Civil Defence Emergency Management in the building of the School of GdF

Differences Between Original Jordans And

Lampi on Oil


Perhaps the words of Dell'Utri, the Rome prosecutors have asked to listen to part of the investigation into the death of Pasolini, will provide new guidance on the famous chapter disappeared Oil . That's no accident was titled Vas, because the work seems to suggest the coincidence of power with a hollow center. For the rest, the only certainty is that the distance between "hearsay", "meaningful coincidences" is foolish and too short
In light of the request made yesterday by the prosecutor in Rome to hear Marcello Dell'Utri in the investigation into the violent death of Pier Paolo Pasolini, reopened about a year ago, maybe even resume the iconography yellowish color that surrounds the mystery and it is appropriate at this point, try to refocus, adding some detail usually left unsaid. The yellowing of the iconography that comes from speculation fades in assumptions or poetic way of policies, both never fully supported or poorly supported, not only "the facts", but the simplest and most basic criticism is reasonable. On the one hand, the key to his poetic and certainly impolitic way: that of the Pasolini film director and teacher of that assembly - commentator in corpore vile ambitions of the College de Sociologie of Caillois and Bataille, Mircea Eliade accomplice readings and a puppet of hamlet - subtrack weaves the threads of a théâtre de la cruaoté, which will inevitably coincide with their self-sacrifice and regeneration symbolic, as it happens during the night 1 and 2 November, including a Saturday and Sunday, that is, between the Day of the saints and the dead, given the timing of the Catholic Church so dear to him. The main hypotheses other hand, is reading a key, set aside the assumptions of the coils of stealing Salò or the 120 Days of Sodom possibly used as bait to lure Idroscalo Ostia, starting from the posthumous Oil identifies its author no longer the victim by the climate of consumerism and indifference by the counterpoint of impregnation of suspicion, hatred and power that surrounded him around 1975 - not only Ostia, not only in Rome, not only "right" and perhaps not only in Italy - but the subject "attention", police jargon as he wishes, the dynamics of 'hate-power "of the sordid details and all, related to its investigation and its revelations (again, "substantively" hidden in the subtext of the book published by Einaudi in 1992) on cases of Italian oil high in muddy metaphor and events of another death, that of Enrico Mattei, and the nascent system of countervailing power of 'a large commission d'etat "of the origins of Bergamo, the former militant of the Division Patriots' Alfredo of God" and president of Eni and Montedison Eugenio Cefis. Too many implications, historical and political pull in the death dance and opera (let's not forget that a work exists, with its forms and its codes, beyond its judicial interpretations, merely "content" and investigations to be reopened) by Pasolini. Too many and too serious, not to take into account these assumptions, but with the benefit of inventory duty: as before a door closed inexorably, being in his hands a bunch with many keys, you just try them all, but without falling in love. Above all, without falling in love with coincidences that seem so important to run the risk of not coincide, nor mean anything and just be ridiculous. Who would ever think - for example, but you could do a dozen in this story - a link between the two Pelosi: Pine, convicted of murdering Pasolini, and Marshal Augustus, Commander of the police station that Landriano first dealing with investigations on Mattei and the fall of his plane in Baschurch? Yet the gap between a "heard", a "meaningful coincidence", a clamor unjustified and foolish un'emerita is very short. The first hypothesis "alternative" into the death of Pier Paolo Pasolini was pursued with dogged consistency, from a lecture at UC Berkeley in 1984, by the painter Giuseppe Zigaina. Pasolini's friend and collaborator, Zigaina is the author of a series of themed texts, published by Marsilio, who at the end of the '80s made headlines, especially abroad, then ending up in a limbo of suspicion and quiet, after all, trivializing receptions: Pasolini and Death. Myth, alchemy and semantics of anything shiny (1987), Pasolini between prophecy, and Enigma (1989); Pasolini and recantation. The sign of living and the dead poet (1993). For Zigaina, that Pasolini was a "yellow purely intellectual," "designed" by his victim-strategist since 1958, structured as a perfect crime as a result of the staging adempiutasi seventeen years after the "cultural ceremony" within a "sacred perimeter 'is spelled out by the soccer field of Ostia. "It was not a murder or a political death," observed Zigaina instead of "meticulously planned disappearance." Aside the tracks in background murder homosexual or "commission" of political masters (now overwhelmingly back), the artist believes that the end of ritual and subsequent flight from the "bourgeois alienation of death" was, for Pasolini, an option intended to inscribe their work in a totality of meaning. In support of the thesis, as well as direct testimony, Zigaina calls in more places-Comments on the sequence of Pasolini: "Until I'm dead no one can really claim to know, that can give meaning to my action, therefore, as when language is badly decipherable. It is therefore absolutely necessary to die. " Taking this route, perhaps legitimately, it is clear that we find ourselves with no way out: to read "paranoid" of Pasolini's texts does not allow any random fact and is lowered in an all-encompassing that they submit, such as voids and fragments individually illegible, the inverted hierarchy of causal links that fills them ex post to their ultimate meaning. Every word is so structured to an end and only one center of indictment: death pending, sought after, even organized. The fundamental question, beyond all, is whether we can take seriously a reading which in itself has a charm explicit, but it contains implicit tendencies and forces in a continuous movement on false texts and facts of life. Clearer, if anything, is the reading that gave Heiner Müller, in a poem titled particularly complex Exactly 409 (the number of the hospital room where he was in October 1995, two months before his death, twenty years from that of Pasolini). Here, the Lutheran and Pasolini pirate "is not" the only intellectual complaint today is the most popular, and he certainly knows how to "throw your body in the fight," but also enter into a second body to vital body with its own contradictions deep, exposing the double register of danger and endless tears, in and out of itself (remember that the Sphinx Pasolini's Oedipus says, "be careful, when I throw the deep inside of you)." In the "end of the poet," Muller then see the fulfillment of a destiny Hamlet and the fatal escape from the dilemma now none of the loss of the sense of the intellectual-driving, at the end of the century. The fate of Pasolini's Hamlet is one of a company at dusk (not just the peasants, even the newly industrialized) and from a smoky place, ready to dissolve all social ties between the coils of mass consumerism, "Blood Wedding / With class that brings the future / Tattooed on his back from the capital / Dawn of a night The night / Dell 'dawn / Then Pelosi put the start / And driving on the owner / NOW YOU WITH YOUR KINGDOM PAUL ITALY "(by Heiner Müller , The invention of silence , edited by Peter Kammerer, Ubulibri 1996). In "Photographic poem" that - under the title Iconography yellowed - dials the second part of the Divina Mimesis, a Dante's descent into hell between the towns of Roma, Pasolini intended to offer pages that "want to have the logic, rather than an illustration, a (though very readable) "visible poetry". " The problem - it is mentioned in relation to Zigaina - it's all in what is meant by "visible" and "readable," which in Divina Mimesis, published in 1975, the author writes in italics. In the iconographic appear juxtaposed the title page of Poems in the form of pink and the picture - the caption reads - "some Group '63. " To them, and the Palermo meeting of the Group dated 1965, alludes Pasolini who, following the literary disagreements erupted on that occasion, he wrote that he was "shot to death with a stick, in Palermo." Some have read this reference to Palermo - again, with varying degrees of awareness - as one of the last readings policies disguised as prophecy of Pasolini, finding a link - anything but unlikely. But you should see that link between Cefis Pasolini had really found, the death of Matthew, the founding of the loggia P2 of which he was the founder Cefis occult and the statements of 4 March, when the doc and Palermo Senator Marcello Dell'Utri claimed to have got hold of the 'Memo 21' of Oil , key text in appearance (as if there was to read and study) to understand and decipher certain passages of recent Italian history and able to shed new light even the death of Pasolini, a sort of "purloined letter" which, contrary to what would happen in a story by Poe, in the end was really stolen and recovered. But, and here is the point, nobody has seen, nobody knows anything, not even Dell'Utri apparently has backed down after declaring that the 'fact' was exhibited at the ancient book which closed March 14 in Milan. The risk of decontextualise Oil is also rich in prophecies, out of context can give rise to a thousand and as many concidenze assumptions, and the more risky the practice of decontextualise because the work is incomplete. It was the magistrate Vincenzo Calia to draw attention to the track-Cefis Mattei, in the course of its investigations filed in 2004, insisting on a libretto by Steimetz, this is Cefis. The other side of honor President (Pasolini, however, also documented on the conference Cefis Military Academy of Modena, dedicated to the power of multinationals and published on the 'Grass I' Elvio Fachinelli, from whom he received materials and copies of the magazine, as evidenced by the Cabinet Viesseux documents preserved in Florence). Investigations has been referred to as Gianni D'Elia, in the chapter "The name of Oil" of his Heresy Pasolini (Feature, 2005) and, more importantly, the massacres Oil (Feature, 2006) and the recent Deep black (Chiarelettere, 2009) by Joseph Lo Bianco and Sandra Rizza. A reading of the paranoid Zigaina could disregard it. Otherwise, it must take into account the readings that focus on oil as a scene of carnage and prophecy in the flesh country. But what kind of "flesh" we talking about? What are the sources of Pasolini? Made indiscreet enough questions in the slums of bad neighborhood, reading the pamphlet written by Steimetz or his representative, and a bit 'of information of uncertain origin to "justify" the plot? This is enough to kill Pier Paolo Pasolini? Certainly, as Franco Fortini wrote on the "Sole 24 ore" (8 November 1992), "every word on Oil, was the most private, does not affect only the assessment of the author but the ways to read the story or chronicle of one of our two decades. Let's talk as well, for heaven's sake: so we do not mean. " There will be perhaps more relevant pages of Oil , with or without an appointment 21? Fortini, while not denying the vital importance of specific steps to understand the delusional microcosm of Italy fifties and sixties, identified "the decisive part" to enter them in the past, comic, ninety pages. With the world of power, it is stated in the epigraph from Mandelstam's e Pasolini in exergue to Oil, "I have maintained that relationship childish." Mandelstam, among other things, ended her days in a prison camp, because of the blatant disrespect of some of his verses on the palace, and in vain asked: "What has become of philology, once our mother? It was blood and intransigence, now blood Dog and appeasement. " Power is a hollow center, seems to suggest oil (which initially had a different idea of \u200b\u200btitle: Vas, empty feeder pigs), but they move around the ghosts that emptiness. And if that void where we are still the key, and not the ghosts?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Stereo Receivers For Music

The interview never succeeded Restless


This is the chronicle of an interview never failed. Some time ago, thinking of a number of Life (weekly for which I write) entitled "where were we," the idea was to propose a dialogue with Marco "Morgan" Castoldi . He would talk about everything that happened after the infamous (for him) statement on the use of crack to Max. From there, the expulsion from San Remo, the move away from X Factor (although the artist claims to have withdrawn) and lots of silence. It started as a pursuit of a shifty character, a dance between appointments and waste that is incredibly successful, more than they would have his answers, in let us know. I decided to present it again here to start the blog.


"There are vendors of difficulty." This is the phrase appeared on the homepage of Morgan when I entered the first time. The system at each Access will automatically change the words of welcome, but I, perhaps romance, I always preferred to think or want to believe it was the teacher every morning to write the most appropriate sentence for that day. In any case, shortly thereafter, I discovered that these "sellers difficulties" are for real. It was a Friday. I knew that night in Milan, Magazzini Generali, Daniele would play "Megahertz" Dupuis, who often accompanies Morgan on tour. Having contacts with him I thought about going to the concert and meet him and ask him to act as intermediary. The answer was "happy to do what I can." With hindsight, should not sound very encouraging. But at the moment I found it exciting. So Monday, when Megahertz informed me, via Facebook, that it was proving more complicated than expected, there I was wrong. I decided to entrust to a colleague, Marco Dotti, which began to spread the word. The request was simple, "who has a useful number to give us a hand." In parallel, called the record company, spades, then the manager David spades. On the morning of Tuesday, comes a mail from a colleague of Il Manifesto. A mobile phone number together with a few words "may be his number." An example of generosity and collaboration quite unique in a world of people who are close contacts in the double bottom of his drawer.


"I understand almost all sides of the character as one behaves in the parking lot." A nice phrase that made me confident. A few minutes I would have realized that even by way of answering the phone can be traced back to a good approximation of who is on the other side of the receiver. Having read and reread the number consigliatomi I decide and make it up. They spend a few rings at most two, and a hollow voice replied promptly. It was him. I noticed to be excited. A little 'because I had heart, a little' because basically I was on the phone with my own myth. "Hello Master, my name is Lorraine Maria Alvarez. The name is because ...». In a nano second I poured him a sea of \u200b\u200bwords. "But how can you call me on the phone. It is a wrong attitude. How do I know who are you? How can I be sure that you are who they say they? ". I did not expect an easy call, but the china that the conversation had taken far exceeded all my dire prediction. "You're right Master. But I can assure you that the last of my intentions was disturbed or angry. The fact is that I have tried all other channels ...». I could not finish a sentence that the hurricane came back to hit with more violence. "As far as I know for me, whatever she may be a charlatan," "Master this, however, seems a bit ' exaggerated, even calling me a quack? For a call? "," But not in the sense of "The Charlatan" by Bernardino Mei, "incredible, but certainly, as I did not know it was a compliment! Continues to be suspicious. Before I did not think I've talked to his manager's proved them wrong. Then do not believe I've sent an email to the record, demonstrates that it's been written and posted. Then everything changes. Change of tone, relaxes and tells me about problems with your computer. Hackers who sneak into his car and plunder the job. Crash continues, caused by the same pirates, numbers (23) applicants, words like Geneva that keep coming back. I ask questions. I give answers for what little I know. I realize this is a sort of trial by fire. I know of one that he intends to propose a meeting to see if something can be done. Accept. After a pause he adds, "But you do it for you to interview me, how much money?". I reply that I have a contract, I take a thousand euro a month and I do not think I will have approved of her interview with Extra. I would add that in any case I want to interview first for passion, but it would be too servile, giving up. It is strange "a thousand a month? And how do you live? I will spend a thousand a day. " I do not just have to tell him that I can, organizations. We are a lot to gain these figures, "do not is that we call "generation one thousand euro" for nothing. " The call ends with a clarification on his part "to make clear that I'm using you to meet your friend," assured him "it is clear that I am using your needs my friend to interview you."

"We did a strange child: do not play in the yard." is undoubtedly a great character. The first round with Morgan can say that I have brought home. One thing I stride though. I have the distinct feeling that he considered it to have me held captive in the conversation. May not have noticed that if I recorded the phone call, I could put it in the same situation in which it was found before the festival? Playing over the speech of hackers, numbers, words I could strike up a thesis in which I did go through paranoid, obsessed and obsessive. Perhaps with attached opinion of a psychotherapist. The fact is that he spoke to freewheel. To think about the initial explosion of anger could look like a pretext. Chi, frustrated and annoyed by a malicious call, then goes on to quibble over the phone half an hour of this and that? Or is one person who needs warmth. Or is it one that has fun and loves to learn and deal full stop. In both cases it is a "strange" in the sense of unusual, singular. The right word may be unique. The same the day I write that my friend is only available that evening and the next. Then it will be around Europe. He replies "We do tonight in Milan." Not now nor place. Shortly after moving all the next day. He has too many commitments.


"When one knows the answer but does not give it, expect surprises." It is not the opening words of the sentence to put myself forward as having to wait for the disastrous surprises. Castoldi decided that I agree with David, his assistant. So I call him. A boy available, collaborative and professional: I'm in good hands. We agree on a Thursday night. Second evening. To place directly Morgan, frowned at the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing home. The oddity again I do not anymore. Also because I like it. The event is scheduled. 23 to meet the master. Buy Coca Cola and Red Bull, I know that drinking liters. David then says "if we want to get something to tease thrown on marshmallows, eat only those." At first I thought it was a joke. Naturally, however, was very serious.

"Abstinence is when there is an alternative." This thought has become meaningful only when, at about 5 pm, are approached by David to cancel the appointment. "We have a banquet, do not we will be there for the 23 and perhaps even to midnight. Be too late. " I begin to go into withdrawal of certainty and without alternatives. I do not have a plan b. O Morgan interview or I have a piece. And the thing is complicated because the commodity exchange, my friend computer expert, is now out of contention. Part and may not participate. I make it known to David. It is a professional, I said yes to the interview and will try to do in order to be satisfied. I can trust. In the meantime, send a message to Maestro (Belen on the case, which pulls back to dance for speeches on the vip-drug combination) and tell it that are still on his trail and determined. We agree with David for a new appointment. This time, at 16, in the rose garden of the Villa Reale in Monza. "Mark likes to be outdoors." I have no objection. Discloses to Marco Dotti, who will accompany me, that maybe we are.

"now apply to my life the ellipsis." I know that anything can happen. What I have in front of it until all my expectations, my feelings and my hopes must remain on standby. Both in the morning, then when I get in the car and face Milan in the "100 Projects" morattiani. A sequence of construction, detours and queues. Monza takes me to reach the same time it takes to get to Santa Margherita Ligure. Just when I think I have, at via Gramsci 7 (the appointment is at number 10) the phone rings. The display flashes the name of David. I answer her voice trembles. I know what I say. You embarrassed "I'm sorry but Mark is in the studio, comes out today. I had to stop and slide all the appointments. Also very important things. " I note the subtle subliminal message. I figured if I slip the important things you two! Trying to be as calm as possible that does nothing but say that 'I need the interview on Tuesday, absolutely. We have to fix another appointment. " At this point I replied "Listen to me is if you call him directly. If you do not have the wrong number. Try to hear you Sunday. " Swearing, once put down the phone, are wasted. I understand that when I tell you personally that Morgan does not have time to meet me there will be nothing left to do. This assumption that answer the phone again. They are without the interview, without an idea and I have not met one that I believe to be the best living Italian musician. Moral ground and widespread feeling of death.

"The cemetery can be expected." I had two days to think. I realized that I do not need the interview. Now I just self-interest to meet with Marco Castoldi. Morgan, his artistic alter ego, I leave it to those who want the good fortune groped. I realize only now that he, without ever meeting him, known who is behind the mask television. A guy who reverses the key for each requirement. But at the same time needs to normality: the gardens, my house, the marshmallows. But not only. Now, in his speech on the therapeutic use of cocaine, I believe. This is a man more sensitive than others, as in every example of musical genius or not. A feeling that makes him sick. Nothing indicates a king of the high. It is true the choice of the manager to let me speak directly with him may be a discharge of a nuisance. But it is also something never seen before. A subversion of roles only. More than a manager seems an apprehensive and distrustful mother for her boy problems. Too many times when the arrogance of Morgan gives way to the fragility of Mark. I am reminded of an episode of "Porta a Porta." Perhaps the most humiliating moment for someone who has always needed and method for evading them, and get rid of mess. This time, in front of Bruno Vespa, went into a kind of redemption of the anarchist scene. An exorcism to extirpate his autonomy and thus sacrificing at the altar of Auditel. Certainly it is a difficult, sometimes innervosente. Often naive and childish. It is certainly not trivial or obvious. Free, at least when it decides to be a slave of himself or the logic of the world.

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After over a year back. From month to month, continuing to procrastinate, waiting for better times, we realized that these prime, did not come. From the beginning of the adventure of this blog it began pressing work commitments, build families, houses set up, and travel problems. So he decided to stay waiting for a time when having more free time, head over to write. The truth is that it will not happen. The work will become more urgent, more demanding families, travel more and longer and bigger problems. Thank God It means we have to work in sweat, families to protect, to care homes, travel to be undertaken and the issues involved. When life becomes insistent it becomes clear that there are two possibilities: being overwhelmed by events or decide to be actors. Well, we made our choice. And so he came back towards the inspiration. The starting lineup is a bit 'changed. In addition to the undersigned because EV will be based on three major new entry. This is Marco Dotti , which comes from the culture page of Il Manifesto , Marina Moioli , former director of the monthly Good food and Vie taste, and finally Giovanna Ieluzzi of Delos . Remains of the old training Chiara Nizzola and resume to the section on those Milanese Bernini Anna immersed in the world of contemporary art and Julia Marson friend of the blog Delight . So that choice was dictated by the awareness that the quota is likely to be overcome and forget the key. We want to keep an open window, lit a lamp, to prevent, first of all to us, forgetting the essentials.