tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61180653640438514262024-03-19T15:05:25.921-04:00PeaceDropsnuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-30547848743474859442008-12-25T01:48:00.000-05:002009-05-29T01:49:01.910-04:00.STANDBY.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-6555291402576396782008-12-08T02:36:00.001-05:002008-12-09T03:00:10.784-05:00Mon Song.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/n917RuUfjEk" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/n917RuUfjEk" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Have a good week.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3-11 Porter - Surround me with your love</span><br /><br />Hello<br />Can you hear me<br />Please don't go<br />Where are you going<br />Conversations go over my head<br />Isolation has an ugly face<br />Surround me with your love<br />Understand me I need you now<br />Surround me with your words<br />Understand me I need your love<br />I need your love<br />I need your love<br /><br />Hello<br />I'm so lonely<br />And it feels like disease<br />Come and stay, stay beside me<br />Stay always forever don't go<br />Surround me with your love<br />Understand me I need you now<br />Surround me with your words<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">PS: So sorry but i couldn't be able to find any decent live performance.</span><br /></div> </div>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-33698789924387645722008-12-07T01:42:00.000-05:002008-12-08T01:42:39.997-05:00Picture of the Week.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgcMd15UFwg15sk2CgVj39MZwCZUKY2L6cKpNuyKgNP7HEO5mqKUMQTKawXc-euXLmrxUy8Sfj2NLubbiC_w1k3fgSaT1eG5lpVqHFwPCWNMRHsP9rROaQ9Zr9nvoepvQCkNlibmFCUsA/s1600-h/but+also.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgcMd15UFwg15sk2CgVj39MZwCZUKY2L6cKpNuyKgNP7HEO5mqKUMQTKawXc-euXLmrxUy8Sfj2NLubbiC_w1k3fgSaT1eG5lpVqHFwPCWNMRHsP9rROaQ9Zr9nvoepvQCkNlibmFCUsA/s400/but+also.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277305950783801634" border="0" /></a>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-64375427139982210642008-12-06T05:06:00.006-05:002008-12-08T01:12:27.899-05:00Silvio, Chantal and Leonardo.<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYr12hhS3ECbuTqSKrgcYpXf9_CJiD0J9jjxeQ5QF7l_a9anxud_c9xHxCvFApbP750C9I1CUrfqskD6WX1G5WS1fgp1P-8y4LaOEu6zJ5W5wmNF_GajA2hLw5Q-V3Ksks9grvk-RNWbq/s1600-h/silvio+chantal+and+leonardo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYr12hhS3ECbuTqSKrgcYpXf9_CJiD0J9jjxeQ5QF7l_a9anxud_c9xHxCvFApbP750C9I1CUrfqskD6WX1G5WS1fgp1P-8y4LaOEu6zJ5W5wmNF_GajA2hLw5Q-V3Ksks9grvk-RNWbq/s400/silvio+chantal+and+leonardo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276616615599020178" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />First: the picture. I rarely saw something more pathetic than this. Honestly. Second: the month. December, when the less popular Silvio's colleague was born, 2008 years ago. Third: the children. They're not Italian or European, they come from east, to send the message that Silvio, the new prophet loves diversity and cultural acceptance of different ways to see the world. Mmmmhhh, we should ask about it to a couple of very good and real journalists that everyday fight against the lost of values that Italians are paying because of his presence everywhere economically significant. This brief introduction was to present you the amazing project "Italian Politicians For Children 2009", very, very interesting and touching. Thank you for your time and attention.<br /><br />- Ansa.it -nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-28898978243990289712008-12-05T05:23:00.006-05:002008-12-06T04:04:51.836-05:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/HtN7NvDJcIE" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/HtN7NvDJcIE" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br />I couldn't find any title to introduce this video. As you can perfectly understand even if everything take place in Italian, we are attending at the press conference by which Minister <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sacconi</span></span> (Public Health) and Minister <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tremonti</span> </span>(Economy) presented the "Social Card", a monthly 40 euros bonus for poorest families. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span> this article is not into criticize these kind of anti-crisis public programs, even if i think this spaghetti social card is a bullshit -like 95% of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Berlusconi</span> Governments' decisions- i also can affirm that few money for few people is better than zero money for everybody. I'm putting this video under you attention because i wonder if in other countries in the world people detaining the power look so retarded as our two friends do, i mean for sure there's places where governors are more corrupted or less honest than Italians (change for sure with maybe) but yes, this time with no doubts, there's no country where governors are dumber. You can perfectly hear how many journalists and reporters tried to tell, to the same ridiculous persons that invented the card, to turn it upside down, but nothing, they couldn't be able. Now my question: is that possible in 2008 that we continue to be forced to have such retarded mother fuckers to take care of million people's communities? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">C'mon</span>, can we organize attitudinal tests before deciding to give such responsibilities to politicians that aren't even able to understand what is the right side of a card?<br />I have no other words but thank you for your time and attention.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-71548011448604567022008-12-05T04:03:00.004-05:002008-12-05T04:07:13.434-05:00Coming Soon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78EBhdVWp7Owxp7c3_wrno4vUPtGJOw9XEd10WkzbHhZuA30-pNMefKjb5QQKUrdUPT1sxZHvCLQYBPziytAlBdIjr6D1L90dA9CAN6jYZpMyMzxBCzq4tjLf10joJsnUJZ4U82cU6Ipy/s1600-h/Direct+Euro+flights+to+Bologna.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78EBhdVWp7Owxp7c3_wrno4vUPtGJOw9XEd10WkzbHhZuA30-pNMefKjb5QQKUrdUPT1sxZHvCLQYBPziytAlBdIjr6D1L90dA9CAN6jYZpMyMzxBCzq4tjLf10joJsnUJZ4U82cU6Ipy/s400/Direct+Euro+flights+to+Bologna.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276229208362769522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So sorry, but tonight I'm too drunk to write about it, let's see what about tomorrow. </span>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-34988212092545007532008-12-03T00:58:00.005-05:002008-12-03T01:16:54.040-05:00A Little Bit Better.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoXH_kBXS1zsRQyfoKXqKMq_qm2JHi0I-lGRLFbR2aCDZAaBngJ0aBCDe1Pe4_KXDhAv4J-el_jXVpSnR0uzmfNxDD3gaBFfPpgn0O5zltE-xq8Uxvlr4q15hqxgwjygSDCmzPo2XRneO/s1600-h/IMG00544.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoXH_kBXS1zsRQyfoKXqKMq_qm2JHi0I-lGRLFbR2aCDZAaBngJ0aBCDe1Pe4_KXDhAv4J-el_jXVpSnR0uzmfNxDD3gaBFfPpgn0O5zltE-xq8Uxvlr4q15hqxgwjygSDCmzPo2XRneO/s400/IMG00544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275439650657683298" border="0" /></a>I'm glad to announce that Mediaset.it decided to update the horrendous and embarrassing graphics of their video section. As you remember i was complaining about it in a previous post dated Nov. 28th considering it outrageous and disrespectful of all Internet's viewers. Of course i don't pretend you to believe they did it because of Peacedrops (they should be part of the mass of 11 people that downloaded this page that day) but after that, things seems to get a little bit better. Obviously the Berlusconi's touch is still impressively clear, as clear as the preminent sponsor Fineco. Maybe the quality of the advertiser was better with Nokia considering Fineco one of the best Italian representation of what had already collapsed in United States...Internet trading, financial consultings and bullshits like these, at least, this time, the sponsor is not scrumbled with the reason why i chose to get the site. Thank you for your time and attention.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-87325157689200372952008-12-02T12:03:00.002-05:002008-12-02T17:05:53.834-05:00Immersion<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/3gu0iu0xwls" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/3gu0iu0xwls" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br />If you wonder why i posted this video just read yesterday's article.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-27744003020695135642008-12-01T00:45:00.016-05:002008-12-02T17:34:37.215-05:00November's Gone.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbCTLlh9kJQu-OkI0BKV3RVDOuqC-KI-KEjSK3gnxqAnx4Q_NekauOmw_WIBQggucy4PVfl5BFSNzkFLBhrxsl3aiDR_rRNcaKcUGtxuRLLNjSnCv-9UHisGJV4RQEMjY16zKbt15Xn9z/s1600-h/20060809-earthlings.jpg.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbCTLlh9kJQu-OkI0BKV3RVDOuqC-KI-KEjSK3gnxqAnx4Q_NekauOmw_WIBQggucy4PVfl5BFSNzkFLBhrxsl3aiDR_rRNcaKcUGtxuRLLNjSnCv-9UHisGJV4RQEMjY16zKbt15Xn9z/s400/20060809-earthlings.jpg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693756750529298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Another month had been spent by every one of us, earthlings populating this great planet, or better what once ago was a very great planet, full of nature, colors, amazing smells and animals free to live with the beloved families they generated. But you know, things had changed, especially in the last 20/30 years and many reasons could be responsible for it. Things had changed big time, but what mostly contributed to this general impoverishment of life on this planet is our mind and our way to get and psychologically elaborate the things we see every day. We have many examples under our eyes of this gradual lost of values: how can a 12 yo guy be impressed and disgusted in seeing scenes from Baghdad when the same guy spent the last 5/7 hours killing people on his console? It's almost impossible he'll grow up considering as a holy value the one of life. I don't blame him, what he represent is just a victim of the system that purposely pushed him and his whole generation to consider normal what normal is not. I perfectly agree with those parents that told me with the playstation they could find a sip of time to dedicate to themselves instead taking care of the kids, but I'm 34, and I'd never had a console, i still don't miss it, we'd better start to consider the fact that kids need to re-discover what is the mining of sacrifice, since the beginning... they need to re-deal with feelings like disappointment and delusion to form their consciences in a right way, we cannot accept to put them in front of bloody screens to avoid they start to claim our attention, if you are busy just don't give it to them, if they cry put on you earphones.<br />I confess the couple of times i played, i got right away that i could get addicted like a high school kid, that's why i kept my self far away from that stuffs, you know, you can enjoy cocaine but once you get that is dangerous for your body and brain you don't use it. Maybe we could try and consider consoles like drugs, because that's exactly what i think they are. At least we could try to ban certain kind of games that inevitably influence children high receptive brains, letting them consider normal things like wars, fights or the possibility to be called to kill someone once in live, they consider the news coming from all over the world and showing them thousands of dead bodies anything else than the prove that the game they just finished to play is a precious training to what they'll expect to find in the reality. Unfortunately to achieve the great result of total consoles' disappearing from the face of earth we don't need to fight with the producers nor the children, the adults need to find a way out from this bad habit, or brain illness if you prefer.<br />Same exactly matter with animals. Going to the circus or watching animals' performances on TV, we and our sons had modified the way to interpret animals' lives. Anytime we enter a supermarket (above all in United States), we step by miles of line refrigerators full of any kind of meat, the red carpet that welcomes you into the store is stuffed with deaths and sufferance. In this case, meat is not as dangerous for brain and sociability as consoles are, though i don't feel to invite any one of you to consider it like a drug, even if the quantity of meat under market disposal push a fresh mind to consider it with no intrinsic value putting child's brain under the same consequences X-box does: lost of consideration for any body's else life, human or animal. Life is precious, that's why in a consumption era like this, where anything is measured throughout its price, meat is so cheap, nobody cares for the animals' lives and families, we should claim Governments to put limits to familiar meat consumption in a way to avoid collectivity to take charge of all this fuckin cardiovascular sickness due to the excessive quantity we normally eat. I'd like every one of us to start and think a way to drastically reduce the number of animals we kill to eat and to have fun because fortunately (until now) we are not aside from nature, we are ourselves nature, and if we are forced to eat something once used to have its own life and soul cos we need proteins or bullshit like those, in this case just do it considering you're chewing the father, the Mather or the kid of some one else, what i mean is just diminish meat consumption and, any time you eat it, just respect the sacrifice that nature accept to gift you with such a tasty pleasure. I took these two examples (there's many others) of lost of interest for life on the purpose to find another occasion for signaling you the great "Earthlings" documentary responsible to stop my meat eater's habit, you'll find a direct link just clicking on the "make the connection button" - scroll your right to last icon-(95 min.). Every month i like to upload my vegetarian situation with you and, like the past months i confirm that i feel healthier and above all more involved in others' lives and problems. Human or Animal.<br />Thank you for you time and attention.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-68299389248474940542008-12-01T00:31:00.003-05:002008-12-01T00:38:10.787-05:00Mon Song.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/lbn1xYN6n3c" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/lbn1xYN6n3c" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Have a good week.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Weezer - Say ain't so</span><br /><br />Oh yeah.<br />All right.<br /><br />Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox<br />Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills<br />Guess I'll just close my eyes<br /><br />Oh yeah<br />Alright<br />Feels good<br />Inside<br /><br />Flip on the tele'<br />Wrestle with Jimmy<br />Something is bubbling<br />Behind my back<br />The bottle is ready to blow<br /><br />Say it ain't so<br />Your drug is a heartbreaker<br />Say it ain't so<br />My love is a lifetaker<br /><br />I can't confront you<br />I never could do<br />That which might hurt you<br />So try and be cool<br />When I say<br />This way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further every day (hey)<br />So be cool<br /><br />Say it ain't so<br />Your drug is a heartbreaker<br />Say it ain't so<br />My love is a lifetaker<br /><br />Dear Daddy,<br />I write you in spite of years of silence.<br />You've cleaned up, found Jesus,<br />things are good or so I got you.<br />This bottle of Steven's<br />awakens ancient feelings.<br />Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood<br /><br />Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah.<br /><br />Say it ain't so<br />Your drug is a heartbreaker<br />Say it ain't so<br />My love is a lifetaker<br /></span></div>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-36230711447085591642008-11-30T02:12:00.003-05:002008-11-30T05:49:27.622-05:00Picture of the Week.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OVxMpiwMmIZPrq_2yRNwMNXu8BOjLEAzTrgl1vBMDuGz35Klb1zBZHb6GAl3G5-UB27PHWWrUAhhFLzE9SeL6AqXEVNym5UboVnwlz08HWo_yPJ4Glzd1tSgzuCFjoM4xB1zCoQZOMns/s1600-h/picture+week+15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OVxMpiwMmIZPrq_2yRNwMNXu8BOjLEAzTrgl1vBMDuGz35Klb1zBZHb6GAl3G5-UB27PHWWrUAhhFLzE9SeL6AqXEVNym5UboVnwlz08HWo_yPJ4Glzd1tSgzuCFjoM4xB1zCoQZOMns/s400/picture+week+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274345247043835874" border="0" /></a><br />Preparing the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. New York Nov. 26th.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-31132377656522820102008-11-29T05:05:00.003-05:002008-11-29T05:17:16.652-05:00It's Never Too Late.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcbrqxq6JltWmF8SFpUHzTEAoGqFlu85xsZEsDViKD8ZWxsBhbmnihwtKR0z5iXVG402xw4duORbh0Aq35cull26hjywQ0U5UCwjkUoPFs7WemNMiP-sjJLvctDUO8DqufzAIUl_EJV-t/s1600-h/technorati-logo.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcbrqxq6JltWmF8SFpUHzTEAoGqFlu85xsZEsDViKD8ZWxsBhbmnihwtKR0z5iXVG402xw4duORbh0Aq35cull26hjywQ0U5UCwjkUoPFs7WemNMiP-sjJLvctDUO8DqufzAIUl_EJV-t/s400/technorati-logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274018814932293906" border="0" /></a><br />I needed just 10 months to claim this blog on Technorati that seems to represent the blogs' worldwide and most used search engine. I'm sure I'm the only blogger on this planet that didn't know about it, i feel very retarded. Thank you for your time and attention.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-36050276740003680602008-11-28T00:01:00.008-05:002008-11-29T04:57:26.156-05:00Anachronistically...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaW0-o9Ex9FTreuY5z9h6QdazbpuSccEx2Zyisg3Q7ktlnleKiHfTdgMU_lkSlz7M6EY6mooVxuczGx1V9Rr5s2R1oxdsUXcqwkqOkUyiBczsHiJ3VDiw0Jiz3CvddWS3CiDpcvJGIW6qQ/s1600-h/anachonitically.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaW0-o9Ex9FTreuY5z9h6QdazbpuSccEx2Zyisg3Q7ktlnleKiHfTdgMU_lkSlz7M6EY6mooVxuczGx1V9Rr5s2R1oxdsUXcqwkqOkUyiBczsHiJ3VDiw0Jiz3CvddWS3CiDpcvJGIW6qQ/s400/anachonitically.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273781450252856578" border="0" /></a>...following his perfect Silvio <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Berlusconi</span> style, the Italian Premier looks like he discovered the Internet. With this short post i admit with no problems that I'm usual to see some shows produced by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Berlusconi's</span> media empire, i can do it thank to the web that let me watch for free, and from very far away from Italy, many interesting programs like "Le <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Iene</span>" or "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Striscia</span> la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Notizia</span>". Couple of days ago I'm afraid someone in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mediaset's</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Berlusconi's</span> TV broadcasting) offices started to think that it was no fair that people like me could watch their programs without paying nothing, without dealing with their plenty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">advertisements</span>... i don't blame them, they know their boss cares too much for money and everyone of us can remember the lawsuit with which <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mediaset</span> were accusing YouTube to use their property with no rights. Good morning guys, you know... Internet exists. So I'm sure they started and think how could they make their big boss happy, how could they make him proud of his crew, how could they obstacle life of thousands people watching the few good stuffs they do through the Internet space. Some of the programs had recently been cancelled from the videos section on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Mediaset</span>.it, you can see the rest of the consequences of the new style coming from high with your eyes in the picture, basically you see everything like you are watching a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Nokia</span> cell phone. Pathetic, and unique i guess, and hope.<br />In Italy everybody know that the Prime Minister cannot suffer Internet, he cannot understand what it is for and above all he doesn't understand how to use it, if it was for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Berlusconi</span> the web could disappear from the face of earth today, and this is again another prove of it. Come on have you never guys seen something like that? A TV show watched from a cell phone display? That's ridiculous. Thank you for your time and attention.nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-56718375145563228082008-11-27T02:09:00.005-05:002008-11-27T04:53:30.416-05:00Happy Thanksgiving Day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTXdIslV57u2Sz9K9ez32ICou0MqjiX7bfgiHErZv7DbUzg9boTbo_yuh4hd3Wm4dXXqm-t7ePV64KLDfS3iIM5xYnISrp2Z1qy6xyxPPc8VOchJ4p73nqPNn3TSr0CBzP8KgjZF_-DmA/s1600-h/thanksgiving.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTXdIslV57u2Sz9K9ez32ICou0MqjiX7bfgiHErZv7DbUzg9boTbo_yuh4hd3Wm4dXXqm-t7ePV64KLDfS3iIM5xYnISrp2Z1qy6xyxPPc8VOchJ4p73nqPNn3TSr0CBzP8KgjZF_-DmA/s400/thanksgiving.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273231858957949906" border="0" /></a>If you'd try to understand why United States and Canada celebrate a Thanksgiving Day every year, just don't ask New Yorkers. I spent my last week trying to investigate about the origin of this celebration asking people if they knew something about it. Nothing. I mean a lot of them tried to tell me crazy stories, inventing some strange stuff happened somewhere couple of hundreds years ago. I decided to find my own information on the matter and i admit i couldn't find any clear explanation of the origins anywhere i checked out. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wikipedia</span> give us different options to date the first Thanksgiving Day: <span style="font-weight: bold;">1565</span>, was celebrated on September 8 when Pedro <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Menendeza</span> and other 600 Spanish settlers landed at what is now St. Augustine, Florida. They didn't loose any time and once realized they were alive in the new world they started right away with dances and feasts. First Thanksgiving. But guys from El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Paso</span>, Texas, think different, they're sure the first Thanksgiving is their one on April 30, <span style="font-weight: bold;">1598</span> when Spaniard Don Juan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Onate</span> ordered his expedition to rest (nobody knows after what) and organized a mass in celebration of thanksgiving. That's it? Second Thanksgiving. Bah. The third option we have is December 4, <span style="font-weight: bold;">1619</span> when 38 English settlers arrived at Berkeley Hundred -Jamestown - where the first permanent settlement of the Colony of Virginia was established. Like the first two, this Thanksgiving is dedicated to God to thank Him they could be able to get there still alive. The fourth option is dated <span style="font-weight: bold;">1621 </span>when Squanto a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Patuxet</span> Native American taught the pilgrims how to catch eel and grow corn and served as an interpreter for them... wait, how could he know English? Just because he previously spent some nice years in Europe covering as a slave. The pilgrims set a day to celebrate right after the first harvest of 1621. This was the very beginning, then we have the <span style="font-weight: bold;">1777</span>, during the American Revolutionary War the Continental Government appointed one or more Thanksgiving day per year, each time recommending to the executives of the various states the observance of these days in their states. After that, many Presidents started to proclaim Thanksgiving day different days in different years: George Washington (Nov. 26<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">1789</span> and again <span style="font-weight: bold;">1795</span>), John Adams (<span style="font-weight: bold;">1798</span> - <span style="font-weight: bold;">1799</span>), no Thanksgivings under Jefferson, James Madison (<span style="font-weight: bold;">1814 </span>and twice (?) in <span style="font-weight: bold;">1815</span>). In the middle of the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day, to be celebrated on the final Thursday in November <span style="font-weight: bold;">1863</span>. So, starting from 1863 the last Thursday of every November has been dedicated to Thanksgiving, President Roosevelt broke this tradition in <span style="font-weight: bold;">1939</span>, just because that year there were 5 Thursdays and Roosevelt decided to celebrate the fourth and not the traditional last. He couldn't wait, so from that the official date of the Thanksgiving Day is the fourth Thursday of every November.<br />I hope I've been clear enough and now that everyone of us know what kind of celebration is this, we can easily start to forget the reason why this country (and Canada) invented it. The reason why and when this celebration had been invented is not that important like the meaning that the simple world Thanksgiving brings, so let's start to think at this celebration in a new or more modern way: Thank to all the people that everyday fight to save animals, Thank to all the people working in Africa for children and families, Thank to all the organizations like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Medicins</span> Sans <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Frontieres</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">GreenPeace</span>, Thank to all the people that Reuse, Reduce, Recycle, Thank to all the people strong enough to advocate Human Rights anywhere they're threatened, Thank to all the people that don't live for money, Thank to all the people that is sensible to problems of other people, Thank to all the people that will write a comment suggesting a reason why to thank somebody....<br />Thank you for your time and attention.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Wikipedia</span>.org -</span>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-24955122242569770922008-11-26T01:24:00.007-05:002008-11-26T03:19:30.735-05:00Can We Still Enjoy This?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Bfyc7Fb2zwRB7H-aafjrMcH-S7BjXnA8OJt19hO0CBGq5diIhyq0sKAlwLxqNfjhtCPwE_w_lM7cH6wZMB0A5k2GRYM4Ke78_UTB9Tx2Tsy30q4CkqSeKk9sEqSMmgVZkzoSHEhs1TOX/s1600-h/circus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Bfyc7Fb2zwRB7H-aafjrMcH-S7BjXnA8OJt19hO0CBGq5diIhyq0sKAlwLxqNfjhtCPwE_w_lM7cH6wZMB0A5k2GRYM4Ke78_UTB9Tx2Tsy30q4CkqSeKk9sEqSMmgVZkzoSHEhs1TOX/s400/circus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272848356691315362" border="0" /></a>Sometimes good news come exactly from where you never expect: from Italy.<br />Gabriella Gianmarco is a 31 yo beautiful blond girl, she is a member of the Italian Parliament and surprisingly <span style="font-weight: bold;">she's not </span>under investigation for corruption or crimes against the public administration, if we consider that she belongs to the Berlusconi's party (Popolo delle Liberta') the surprise is double. Mmmhhh.... sorry couldn't keep it. I'm telling you about this young woman because last July she'd presented to the Parliament a law proposal as the first signatory. The law proposal NR. 1564 is about regulating the public programs supposed to finance circus and the enterprises behind them, and adds to the previous legislation new rules for a gradual retirement of animals. I particularly appreciated the introduction by which On. Gianmarco explain why Italy should approve a kind of law like this:<br />"It's more than 25 years that Circus are under the attention of environmentalists, this kind of attention is now part of every one's cultural DNA, that's why people in our country is going to circus less and less, and that's why our spectacular and glorious Circus' popularity dropped so deep. The use of animals put our way to do this kind of job very anachronistic and not anymore interesting or exciting.<br />For their whole existence long, animals are forced to live in small cages, with arms and legs chained. Always. When they work they're obliged to play games that don't exist in nature, they're transported anywhere in the world into dirty containers, their whole life is sufferance, phsyco rapes and punishments. Due to the rising disaffect of people, Circus sustainability is mostly depending from public support programs, without them they should close very soon. We intend circus to get back their social function, we intend to support this traditional and joyful, familiar moment and we try to give Circus back their huge audiences. In a view to achieve such results we need to urgently present a <span style="font-weight: bold;">discipline that strictly forbid animals' performances. </span>Someone could think that this is an attempt to abolish Circus, we just plan they match a common sense and a concept already absorbed by masses, the concept of respect of animals' dignity, no matter if they were already born in captivity. If we think at the success of the "Cirque du Soleil" we can understand that good athletes are better than a substitute of animals, these creatures tolerate incredible violence to learn the moves they have to repeat during the show, this kill their beautiful nature and instinct. Exhibitions are the result of unaudited sufferance, any micro mistake during the training is punished with terrible injuries and no food, basically an entire life dedicated to submission. As you know most of children find very funny watching an animal acting unnatural, but surely they won't have any pedagogic benefit mostly on the sensibility development point of view. The relationship between men and animals inside a Circus is not the relationship between men and animals you want your kids to think as the right one, children could learn that animals are nothing more than toys, with a life but without a respect due to it, without the dignity that every life deserve. Children get the message that animals are just funny or are created to have fun of them, no thinking at their human side or need of freedom. If we intend to re-discover a relationship between men and nature, children and animals, we don't see this law as a possibility but as a necessity. Consider that when our Circus organizations go to Belgium, Israel or Germany, they are welcomed with protests pushing foreign authorities to ban Italian Circus from their territory, actually they think at that like an attempt to mine the cleanness of their national image. It's not a case that European Union usually condemned our Circus for the conditions of the animals, we'd like all this to find an end, to give back dignity to animals and circus both, to save art and not to support a stereotype cancelled by mass cultural acquisitions". Good job, I'll let you know if the Italian Parliament will approve this law proposal. Thank you for your time and attention.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- "Personal" translation of the Proposta di Legge Gianmarco n. 1564 introduction - </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-18082408331116579912008-11-25T14:44:00.003-05:002008-11-25T14:50:27.259-05:00Peacedrops AD.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5DHMrKAX7JR7fwgarsv-S4PmjQQECwhO8N60yEqVZ9znL_wcd0xiWlMhb6l_95M7_CXflNKpo_vmRl6Y6LueBoeXNLGwJotfKCh9fnXvlCm8y3v8tI73qRmS7CHlJ0uKeqGc7NS7So9B/s1600-h/peacedrops+ad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 355px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5DHMrKAX7JR7fwgarsv-S4PmjQQECwhO8N60yEqVZ9znL_wcd0xiWlMhb6l_95M7_CXflNKpo_vmRl6Y6LueBoeXNLGwJotfKCh9fnXvlCm8y3v8tI73qRmS7CHlJ0uKeqGc7NS7So9B/s400/peacedrops+ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272683606296686354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Replaceable heads save 80% of the material used by standard toothbrushes. Renewable resource bio-plastic handles are made for recycled wood or flax mixed with post-consumer polypropylene.</span><br /><br />Radiustoothbrush.com - 800 626 6223nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-90054886064331788272008-11-24T00:01:00.001-05:002008-11-24T00:06:33.833-05:00Mon Song.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/ljW_TM59tSY" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/ljW_TM59tSY" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Have a good week.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oasis - Lyla</span><br /><br />Calling all the stars to fall<br />And catch the silver sunlight in your hands<br />Come for me and set me free<br />Lift me up and take me where I stand<br /><br />She believes in everything<br />And everyone and you and yours and mine<br />I've waited for a thousand years<br />For you to come and blow me out my mind<br /><br />Hey, Lyla!<br />The stars are about to fall<br />So what d'you say, Lyla?<br />The world around us makes me feel so small, Lyla!<br />If you can't hear me call then I can't say, Lyla!<br />Heaven'll help you catch me if I fall!<br /><br />She's the queen of all I've seen<br />And every song and city far and near<br />Heaven help my mademoiselle,<br />She rings the bell for all the world to hear<br /><br />Hey, Lyla!<br />The stars are about to fall<br />So what d'you say, Lyla?<br />The world around us makes me feel so small, Lyla!<br />If you can't hear me call then I can't say, Lyla!<br />Heaven'll help you catch me if I fall!<br /><br />Hey, Lyla!...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">To all my Lylas, everyday stuffing my life with love, peace, perfumes, colors, joy, respect...<br /></span></span></div>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-60264165092834336802008-11-23T02:08:00.005-05:002008-11-23T07:04:49.411-05:00Picture of the Week.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA72PrCq87AutUEoBw6IMHSZCzbuQdX4gYrK7WlAp46BdBsgD5L_Xd-QqxMQXZcxHVH5rYjXN0C6jvdR0LcJFVJobmoBaKlE9LH-ZtwEuphPPHIA4prRdyN_1zWzJvse7AA_n3sjI63tRl/s1600-h/jfk_10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA72PrCq87AutUEoBw6IMHSZCzbuQdX4gYrK7WlAp46BdBsgD5L_Xd-QqxMQXZcxHVH5rYjXN0C6jvdR0LcJFVJobmoBaKlE9LH-ZtwEuphPPHIA4prRdyN_1zWzJvse7AA_n3sjI63tRl/s400/jfk_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271746481065413122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />This is the Time Magazine's cover announcing Mr. Johnson as the new President of United States, Nov. 29 1963. Yesterday was the 45th anniversary of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy death.<br /></span>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-69688605540649920882008-11-21T01:52:00.007-05:002008-11-23T04:47:36.682-05:00Welcome to Polyface.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKM_SZtrISH3OBwocqnctycuh-xsbNUuu8CO1BamGu-u1I8W13bkWWkUm60pJVXe85XBFrUfTQWrPTF9QbT_pJndVcNqLMG4bDv7c6I8nTwmuvhrM6PR_gg8JGQqXS22GID0gd-j7LheLg/s1600-h/welcome+to+polyface+farm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKM_SZtrISH3OBwocqnctycuh-xsbNUuu8CO1BamGu-u1I8W13bkWWkUm60pJVXe85XBFrUfTQWrPTF9QbT_pJndVcNqLMG4bDv7c6I8nTwmuvhrM6PR_gg8JGQqXS22GID0gd-j7LheLg/s400/welcome+to+polyface+farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000244291756834" border="0" /></a>The guy you see in the picture is Mr. Joel Salatin, he runs a farm in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley, the Polyface farm. As you can notice from the name and the picture, this is not the kind of feedlot plant we are usual to consider the meat we eat to come from.<br />Joel's father, William, was an ingenious and very interesting man, after flying planes in World War II he earned an economics degree from Indiana University, after that he bought a farm in Venezuela, simply because, he thought, he could farm the way he wanted there, with no crazy conventions and regulations. In 1961 William and his family were forced to leave Venezuela because of the guerrillas and because this great man refused protection from local authorities (in change of nobody knows what). Mr. Salatin Senior was very determined to start over again, he needed to buy some acres close to Washington, D.C. in the way he could continue petitioning the Venezuelan Embassy for compensation. He ended up buying 550 acres of badly eroded and hilly farmland on the western edge of Shenandoah Valley, in the small town of Swoope. William quickly discovered the farm couldn't support both a mortgage and a family, so he took a job as an accountant. Many of his clients were struggling farmers and one look at their book convinced Mr. Salatin that all the advice he'd been hearing from consultants and extensions agents -to build silos, graze the forest, plant corn, sell commodities- was the perfect recipe for financial ruin. This man was very smart, creative, visionary and inventor, he quickly understood that the key to success on a farm was (is) first <span style="font-weight: bold;">GRASS</span>, and second <span style="font-weight: bold;">MOBILITY</span>. When William noticed that in hot days the cattle gathered under the trees, concentrating their manure in one place, he built a portable "shademobile", he could easily induce the cattle to spread their manure evenly over his pastures, simply by towing the car to a new spot every few days.<br />Joel had returned to the farm in 1982 after four years at Bob Jones University, 6 years later William died of cancer, and his proud son took charge of the farm continuing the great job of his father and bringing it to the top.<br />Polyface raises chicken, beef, turkeys, eggs, rabbits, and pigs, plus tomatoes, sweet corn, and berries on one hundred acres of pasture patchworked into another 450 acres of pure forest. The diversity -unfortunately- of the Polyface consists on the fact that if you wonder what Joes Salatin does for a living he wouldn't tell you he's a cattle rancher or a chicken farmer, he would tell you he's a <span style="font-weight: bold;">grass farmer</span>. There should be a lot of things to say about the fondamental importance of grass in animals' diet. As i already wrote in a previous post, cows are normally fed corns, or better corn paste with hormones, vitamins, syntetic proteins and liquefied fat coming from animals already processed. Cows and cattles are not supposed to eat this kind of shit, but they're supposed to eat grass and hay. You know, the reason is very simple, and of course it comes from the sun, it comes from the main source of energy ever discovered. Plants normally process the powerfull energy of the sun, the step to get the sun energy into food (meat) is very short. That's why we could also call Joel as a sun farmer, his daily work is to try to substitute grass with petroleum as a sun energy collector. Photosyntesis versus fossilization. So: if you cannot avoid to eat meat just try to buy from people like these. The right ones.<br />One of the guiding principles of Polyface is that the farm has to <span style="font-weight: bold;">provide a habitat that allows plants and animals to express their psychological distinctiveness</span>, that means they are considered as individuals, with the respect their individuality deserves. Forget about Polyface to ship you food, they should all seek food closer to home, in their foodshed on their own bioregion. GREAT. Polyface repeat again the truth that cows are herbivore and not omnivore, that's why Mr. Salatin never feed his animals dead cows or corn and hormones like the United States Department of Agriculture has been encouraging for long time, that created Joel's professional life many problems with stupid inspectors and other sub-persons like them. DISGUSTING. Basically at Polyface they want every animal to eat as much salad (green material) as its full genetic will allow.<br />Looking the many pictures in their web site i felt very joyful and peaceful, people working there show beautiful smiles, and the atmosphere looks so light and collaborative. The team is amazing, Richard, the delivery driver, has been many things before, a medical illustrator, an aerospace designer or a college-level design instructor, Polyface farm helped him very much: eating Polyface's fresh food he lost kind of 150 pounds. No diets, just amazing and natural food, the one in peace with God. Wendy, the farm phone representative is a very nice youg blond woman, she's a young mom and when became pregnant she left the pr/marketing world to stay home with her baby. I LOVE THESE KIND OF MOMS, they remind me mine. After reading about the farm in "Omnivore's Dilemma" she was so excited and she talked them into hire her. Andy is the young full-time apprentice, after graduating with honors from the Idaho Coalition of Home Educators, he worked at an organic diary and at an Apple reseller as a technician. Andy's dream is to run a farm that produces clean, healthy nutricius food, he's so young, he will realize it for sure, and it's so beautiful to finally see a young man and not the usual stupid 20 yo i-phone addicted. Ben is the other full-time apprentice, he's one year older than Andy, he is a graduate of Walkersville Christian Family Schools and attended Towson University until his move to Polyface, he's able to play a fiddle and he plans to work toward setting up his own farming enterprise based on the Polyface model. Finally we've got Matt, the tour guide and apprentice manager -even if the word "manager" in a kind of environment like the Polyface one sounds to me a little bit weird-. After he graduated with a degree in Environmental Studies he spent a year as a full-time apprentice after which he confirmed his choice becoming manager and responsible for the tours the farm guests. He works with two beautiful white dogs, Jack and Faith, part of the team as well as Polyface's poultry guardians. These people seem the classic kind of people everyone would love to meet with.<br />There's many other interesting things to say about these great guys, for example their web site is absolutely not interactive, i guess how many people, no getting the whole philosophy behind Polyface projects, bothered them requesting food by e-mail or other crazy requests like catering and so... -tomorrow I'll send them a fax to let them know about this post-, notice also, the site map to reach the farm is totally hand made. FANTASTIC and finally authentic, so unusual in last years, above all in this country.<br />Writing this story i never used the world organic just because Polyface is not organic, they use to say they're beyond organic. This means many things but I'd love you to read the authentic point of view of Mr. Joel Salatin from "Omnivore's Dilemma":<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Me and the folks who buy my food are like the Indians, we just want to opt out. That's all the Indians ever wanted, to keep their tepees, to give their kids herbs instead of patent medicines and leeches. They didn't care if there was a Washington, D.C. or a Custer or a USDA; just leave us alone. But the Western mind can't bear and opt-out option. We're going to have a refight the Battle of the Little Bighorn to preserve the right to opt out, <span style="font-weight: bold;">or your grandchildren and mine will have no choice but to eat amalgamated, irradiated, genetically prostituted, barcoded, adulterated fecal spam from the centralized processing conglomerate</span>" .<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Thank you for you time and attention.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- The Omnivore's Dilemma, Michael Pollan - Polyfacefarms.com - </span><br /></div></div>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-10525366638552404112008-11-18T01:51:00.002-05:002008-11-18T02:06:50.134-05:00True Cost Economics Manifesto.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Fmj-pKT24SyBXBasgLrhmqZyCNvxLJQOTKpL3vCVt3iM-TRUBTZ56zg2muhKvafNBpj5R39QMTplq1bBq0QO3ajpOBV_LH7t9utVoTpRAe1_LXZXUBflInseiyp4MtrnNoFFH5Xc3pe/s1600-h/true+cost+economics+manifesto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Fmj-pKT24SyBXBasgLrhmqZyCNvxLJQOTKpL3vCVt3iM-TRUBTZ56zg2muhKvafNBpj5R39QMTplq1bBq0QO3ajpOBV_LH7t9utVoTpRAe1_LXZXUBflInseiyp4MtrnNoFFH5Xc3pe/s400/true+cost+economics+manifesto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269886936210830770" border="0" /></a>We, the Undersigned, make this accusation: that you, the teachers of neoclassical economics and the student that you graduate, have perpetuated a gigantic fraud upon the world.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You claim to work in a pure science of formula and law, but yours is a social science, with all the fragility and uncertainty that this entails. We accuse you of pretending to be what you are not.<br /><br />You hide in your offices, protected by your mathematical jargon, while in the real world, forest vanish, species perish and human lives are callously destroyed. We accuse you of gross negligence in the management of our planetary household.<br /><br />You have known since its inception that one of your measures of economic progress, the Gross Domestic Product, is fundamentally flawed and incomplete, and yet you have allowed it to become a global standard, reported day in day out in every form of media. We accuse you of recklessly projecting an illusion of progress.<br /><br />You have done great harm, but your time is coming to its close. Your systems are crumbing, your flaws increasingly laid bare. An economic revolution has begun, as hopeful and determined as any in history. We will have our clash of economic paradigms, we will have our moment of truth, and out of each will come a new economics - open, holistic, human-scale.<br /><br />On campus after campus, we will chase you old goats out of power. Then, in the months and years that follow, we will begin the work of reprogramming your doomsday machine.<br /><br />Sign the Manifesto at:<br />TRUECOSTECONOMICS.ORG<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">- ADbusters Magazine -<br /></div></div>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-21940628963016538922008-11-17T00:01:00.003-05:002008-11-17T01:29:33.998-05:00Mon Song.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/hKLm7-KrQdM" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/hKLm7-KrQdM" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Have a good week.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dan Tyminsky - Man of Constant Sorrow</span><br /><br />I am a man of constant sorrow,<br />I've seen trouble all my day.<br />I bid farewell to old Kentucky,<br />The place where I was born and raised.<br />The place where he was born and raised<br /><br />For six long years I've been in trouble,<br />No pleasures here on earth I found.<br />For in this world I'm bound to ramble,<br />I have no friends to help me now.<br />He has no friends to help him now.<br /><br />It's fare thee well my old lover.<br />I never expect to see you again.<br />For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad,<br />Perhaps I'll die upon this train.<br />Perhaps he'll die upon this train.<br /><br />You can bury me in some deep valley,<br />For many years where I may lay.<br />Then you may learn to love another,<br />While I am sleeping in my grave.<br />While he is sleeping in his grave.<br /><br />Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger<br />My face, you'll never see no more.<br />But there is one promise that is given<br />I'll meet you on God's golden shore.<br />He'll meet you on God's golden shore.<br /></span></div>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-37981962219008260822008-11-16T04:45:00.007-05:002008-11-16T23:18:59.217-05:00Picture of the Week.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphen0Uj0QdEteOc9UCNESawO3nAIP2ApEFzbTySRK9MIwoS6Z20ISnNIRbJ6HnJCYYaaaBlFA4wJDYLSN5QQkUIGLM4RlPzOmVWaALLfylSWyBRx2g4q0mT0-bEkn4OWSgPC0bVjr2WgoHY/s1600-h/IMG00305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphen0Uj0QdEteOc9UCNESawO3nAIP2ApEFzbTySRK9MIwoS6Z20ISnNIRbJ6HnJCYYaaaBlFA4wJDYLSN5QQkUIGLM4RlPzOmVWaALLfylSWyBRx2g4q0mT0-bEkn4OWSgPC0bVjr2WgoHY/s400/IMG00305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269189425071613010" border="0" /></a>After 178 posts i decided to put a picture of me on Peacedrops. The first reason is because i honestly had never introduced me beside the first post and the small steady picture you see on your right. Doing this I'd like to put again my face on everything you read on these pages. The second, and most important reason is because the news coming from Italy, as always, are bad. Italian Parliament is trying to approve a law by which bloggers using the '.it' should be legally betrayed like official information medias are, they should declare their activity to tax offices, they would be forced to subscribe a public register of "free communicator, or information producer" -straight from Italian-, every blog would be under the rules of press crimes codes, with the risk, if you don't subscribe the register, to be accused of clandestine expression of opinions. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? That's why Mr. Beppe Grillo (if you want see previous post published on Feb. the 3rd) opened to a new initiative, he started to publish on his blog -one of the most visited in the whole world- pictures of many free thinkers, not afraid to put their face and name on their ideas. If you'd like to support this try to abolish such a clear demonstration that Italy is getting into a soft-dictatorship (even if this law proposal comes surprisingly from left), if you don't like this attempt to close minds and ideas just take a picture like mine and send it to <span style="font-weight: bold;">freeblogger@beppegrillo.it</span>, object your name, text your blog's address and attach your picture but anyway you'll find instructions on Beppe's blog. You'll see your face with thousands of other faces and you'll contribute to free a country getting the way of censorship. Have a nice Sunday and sorry for my unpolite invasion of the Sunday's Picture of the Week, till now always more interesting than my face...thank you for your time and attention.<br /><br />- Beppegrillo.it -nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-15682319147148082012008-11-13T03:59:00.005-05:002008-11-13T06:13:30.341-05:00Sharkwater.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/ggtxA4wuXzY" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/ggtxA4wuXzY" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br />I'd like to put under your attention this amazing work done by Rob Stewart, unfortunately there's no other way to see it beside renting or buying a dvd. Anyway, i saw it, and of course, right away after, i felt like a piece of shit, yes, because that's what we are, betraying animals like we do everyday. Sharkwater is a beautiful film documentary about an incredibly intelligent animal, the shark, the images are unbelievable and describe life behind water in a way you can touch it. The product itself is almost perfect, i think, but the messages it brings are the most interesting part of the project.<br />Firstly i admire the fact that someone put lights on the sufferance of animals that normally nobody defends. Sharks are amazing animals, for more than 400 million years they have been the unchallenged rulers of the world's oceans, <span style="font-weight: bold;">they were already 150 million years old when the first dinosaurs appeared on this planet. </span>But nobody cares that much because sharks are not so loved among humans. Let's make it very easy: sharks kill humans, and so do bees, bears, lions, hippos, elephants, snakes, but, i don't really think there are good animals and bad animals. I also don't think generally beasts are very much into human meat, if you consider what we eat, the stressful lives we live, the drugs, i don't blame them at all, our meat should taste awful. So why animals would like to kill humans? Try to think, it's maybe because they (humans) cause to them and their families (animals) terrible injuries and death? The only bad animal on the face of earth is <span style="font-weight: bold;">us</span>. The story of dangerous animals is a total bullshit on me, they are dangerous because it's thousands of thousands of years we don't give them a break, of course as they can they f...in' bite us, if i was a strong animal i could not wait to see a man without a gun, i would kill him in a second. This completely lost of connection with nature put us at the lowest level of evolution, consider that most of these great creatures normally die for a soup. The very unfamous and disgusting Chinese shark fin soup. You'll see, they take the fish and when still alive they cut their fins and they re-put them free in the water. The fish go down and down to the end with no move, and slowly die. For their fuckin bastards soup. Sorry, these things are totally crazy guys, totally out of mind, plus shark meat is completely tasteless and full of mercury, very unhealthy, but a lot of stupid idiots ask for it. Maybe they should learn what are the consequences of a mercury intoxication or, if you want, just google "Minamata disease". A soup. Nothing more humiliating for who's been killed to make it. I always imagine animals' societies like ours, i mean of course better than ours, but with almost the same rules and differences between status that we have. Maybe one of the kings, or the oldest member of a sharks community was killed to make a fin soup. Definitively horrible. As always and unfortunately it's a long time that any good news come from China, shark fin soup is one of the worst i heard.<br />This great film-documentary gave also me the possibility to value my state of mind. One of the most important message of Sharkwater is that sharks are not bad at all, sharks don't want to hurt us, sharks are beautiful creatures, don't believe in what you see on Spielberg's movies, and other stuff like that. What i mean is this: if there is anybody in this world that still believe that sharks or lions are bad because they eat people, then i think i cannot complain about my mind's conditions. <span style="font-weight: bold;">That's why i found myself surprised when i realized that the main message of the movie is something that should be already known by everyone</span>. But you know, schools and teachers are not as powerful as televisions and video games, unfortunately our minds are controlled by media able to create our emotions and feelings like the equation between sharks and blod. That's very bad and so untrue, if you'll decide to watch this movie you'll better understand why. Thank you for your time and attention.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For donations and further informations: Sharkprotect.com - Sharks.org</span>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-13728031308277928982008-11-11T00:01:00.011-05:002008-11-11T21:03:16.230-05:00Good Morning...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTKcA_PUL6OpcxlQYPFSiYEePQmbumxeJ2y58qu1Go8HH4geg1fkfUxKgij0zSDgLKRJhyphenhyphenr8xkSTsUFPiXpRZdZ9FcOPBtlr9mcS5UuD8ueP65QVda-lEH_ihq05KxQz0xchwPUxYKL9ne/s1600-h/Obamas+white+house.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTKcA_PUL6OpcxlQYPFSiYEePQmbumxeJ2y58qu1Go8HH4geg1fkfUxKgij0zSDgLKRJhyphenhyphenr8xkSTsUFPiXpRZdZ9FcOPBtlr9mcS5UuD8ueP65QVda-lEH_ihq05KxQz0xchwPUxYKL9ne/s400/Obamas+white+house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267240232856476770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura</span>: "Good Morning..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "But Laura, it's 2pm!?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura</span>: "Oh, I'm sorry dear, you're right, at the end you are the President in charge until January, so you'll be always right until there, oh, did you sign the papers my lawyers sent you sweety?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "We'll gonna talk about that later, don't you see we are receiving the Obama's?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle</span>: "Oh my Gosh Barack, am I supposed to move in here? It's half hour from the garden's gate to the house lobby...I mean...if I'll find myself in the heart of the night without the milk for Sasha, what i could figure out?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "Don't worry, if we want this world to change we need to sacrifice our little world and change it even if we should like it got ahead like the last few joyful years, hello Mr. President..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "Oh my God Barack, the Elected, i was strongly waiting for this moment to come. Finally this damn presidency is over for me and i can freely go back home and get drunk again whenever i want. I read on the papers that you are afraid I'm gonna invent some new "bushshit" before the end of my mandate, Barack, believe me, you can forget about it, i mean, do you want the sit today the same? Man i'm so ready to go..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "Emmhh, Mr. president i know these last years had been so difficult for our country, but now things are gonna change, i mean, really..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "Do you mean that the intentions you were talking about during the campaign are gonna be taken seriously? Come on, it's impossible, they're gonna kill you as they already did..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "Excuse me? What are you talking about?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "You know how these kind of things are processed by neo-cons elites and secret service and other connected guys..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "What kind of things?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "Things like saving the planet from a sure death, things like kicking the ass of banks, insurances, corporations, oil companies...I'm sure there's many people ready to prefer the planet to finish its life than their lives to finish without money..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "Excuse me George, but as always you didn't get the message. The people supposed to kill me are the same people that voted for me because they couldn't continue to dedicate their careers to clean bloody jobs for you and your cruel friends. If you still didn't realize, I'll tell you: the world of hate, anger, 9/11, wars is gonna finish to welcome a world and a new philosophy for human beings, everything based on respect, honesty, environmental sustainability and so on, you and your friends' model are done man...."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura</span>: "...As you can understand my dear Michelle I'm crossing out days on the calendar...your husband or that other guy veteran McCain, who cares, the most important thing is that I'm out of this dirty game, i don't intend anymore to tie my name with the one of this crazy man i married i don't even know why, at least for the beautiful daughters he gave me, hopefully they seem they're smarter than their father, i know that's not a big challenge".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle</span>: "I'm sure you deserve a long vacation Laura...."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura</span>: "You're right babe, I'm gonna spend the first divorce's million in Jamaica. I'm dreaming of it day and night".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle</span>: "Oh, ah, emmhh, cool..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "Barack, tell me, did you hear about how Italian Premier Berlusconi commented your election, naming you as an extra-suntanned guy? He's the same Berlusconi that told me that the history of Statesmen is gonna leave a place of honor dedicated to me".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "Yes i heard about the way ber-whatever talked about my election. That's why he's the 71st President i called after the victory. About the other matter what can i say George, the only thing i feel to say is that yes, we'll gonna remember you for a long time, to fix the problems your administration caused to our country we'll need a huge period of time, when we'll finish to re-build it, that's when we'll forget you".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "Emmmhhh, confidentially, let me ask you something, are you gonna try to discover what really happened in New York?".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "This is not one of my priorities, but in a second time, when economy problems will be fixed, when free health-care is gonna be part of the life of every person that live in our country, when all the wars will be over around, at that time i think the world will be ready to know, maybe after my eight years, with the next president that, I'm afraid for you, is not gonna be a Republican".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "You don't pretend I'm gonna believe you know already who's gonna be your successor".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "No George, I don't pretend you believe that, even if i well remember when you started and cry while having known that Mickey Mouse is not real. You got ahead telling everybody that you met him and you shacked his hands many times in Orlando... You even believed Cheney when he told you the story of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.... what i meant is that i think the next president is neither gonna be a Republican or Democrat. Things are gonna change, told you Georgie..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura</span>: "...And as i was telling you few minutes ago Michelle, you can personalize your private rooms, the kitchen and everything else you don't like in these boring, empty, neo-cons furniture..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Michelle</span>: "Oh thank you Laura, it's so nice from you, i guess these objects are full of memories for you..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura</span>: "Oh yes darling, full of bad remembers that i need to cancel from my mind, you cannot imagine how bad this people are, their cruelty is no ending, just take a look at the way they had been betraying animals and our planet, I'm so glad my husband cannot cause troubles anymore..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">George</span>: "...Oh, f...ing unbelievable, think about 50 years ago blacks and white didn't even share the same sit on a bus, is there somewhere in US where they still do it? I'd better start and look for my Texan luxury two bedrooms. Ops, I'm sorry Barack, my tongue was connected with my brain even if i didn't notice that...".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barack</span>: "Don't worry, everything is gonna change, cannot say thank you for your service but yes, mmmhh, have a good retirement".<br />Thank you for your time and attention.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- Afp photo -<br /><br /></span>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-42124491138459046842008-11-10T01:12:00.003-05:002008-11-10T01:15:12.464-05:00Mon Song.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/JzhHXXh9J24" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/JzhHXXh9J24" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Have a good week.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Verve - Lucky Man</span><br /><br />Happiness<br />More or less<br />It's just a change in me<br />Something in my liberty<br />Oh, my, my<br />Happiness<br />Coming and going<br />I watch you look at me<br />Watch my fever growing<br />I know just where I am<br /><br />But how many corners do I have to turn?<br />How many times do I have to learn<br />All the love I have is in my mind?<br /><br />But I'm a lucky man<br />With fire in my hands<br /><br />Happiness<br />Something in my own place<br />I'm stood here naked<br />Smiling, I feel no disgrace<br />With who I am<br /><br />Happiness<br />Coming and going<br />I watch you look at me<br />Watch my fever growing<br />I know just who I am<br /><br />But how many corners do I have to turn?<br />How many times do I have to learn<br />All the love I have is in my mind?<br /><br />I hope you understand<br />I hope you understand<br /><br />Gotta love that'll never die<br /><br />Happiness<br />More or less<br />It's just a change in me<br />Something in my liberty<br />Happiness<br />Coming and going<br />I watch you look at me<br />Watch my fever growing<br />I know<br />Oh, my, my<br />Oh, my, my<br />Oh, my, my<br />Oh, my, my<br /><br />Gotta love that'll never die<br />Gotta love that'll never die<br />No, no<br />I'm a lucky man<br /><br />It's just a change in me<br />Something in my liberty<br />It's just a change in me<br />Something in my liberty<br />It's just a change in me<br />Something in my liberty<br />Oh, my, my<br />Oh, my, my<br />It's just a change in me<br />Something in my liberty<br />Oh, my, my<br />Oh, my, my<br /></span> </div>nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.com0