FIRE TO PURIFY - FUOCO PURIFICATORE

2012 is nearly here and we are getting ready for a new year's eve party to spend with few good friends and family.

I'm thinking to start a new tradition...during the longest night of the year, just before midnight, I will ask my friends to write on a piece of paper what they want to forget/cancel of 2011...Then we will burn these pieces of paper hoping to burn all the things that hurt us during this nearly finished year!!!
In many religious/magic traditions fire is the element used to purify, it is also associated with life and passion...We will use the fire to clean the past and give the future new lymph!!!

Il 2012 è alle porte e ci stiamo preparando ad accoglierlo con un po' di buoni amici e famigliari.

Per quest'anno stavo pensando di intraprendere una nuova tradizione, durante la notte più lunga dell'anno, appena prima della mezzanotte, chiederò ai miei ospiti di scrivere su dei pezzi di carta ciò che intendono dimenticare/cancellare dell'anno che sta per finire...Poi bruceremo questi foglietti sperando di bruciare tutte quelle cose che ci hanno fatto star male durante il 2011!!!
In molte tradizioni religiose/macighe il fuoco è l'elemento usato per purificare ed è anche associato con la vita e la passione...Dunque useremo il fuoco per ripulire il passato e dare nuova linfa al futuro!!!

GBN

Expectations

What we have been waiting for 365 days just ended...We have now new toys, new clothes, new accessories for our phones or computer...and, for sure, new kilos to carry on after 3 days of food and drinks!!!

I really hope we had time to hear from people we can't see so often or time to think about who is not here anymore...or just time to think about what Christmas means for us...time for a warm hug...time to stare in each other's eyes...time for a long kiss...time to fight (if it means you are going to make love after)...time for your best friend...time for your family...time for your lover...

Another countdown is now on, in few days we will say bye-bye to 2011 and we will welcome a new year...So it's now time for good purposes and new expectations...please leave a note about yours, it will be fun to know what everyone, around the world is waiting for...

GBN

Pensiero n. 2 - a different Christmas

L'albero è spento
non c'è fuoco nel camino
ne' neve in giardino.

E' un Natale triste
senza musica
senza gioia
senza doni

Ce ne saranno altri
bisogna solo saper aspettare.




The lights are off
the fireplace too
no snow in the garden.

It's a sad Christmas
no music
no joy
no gifts

Next time will be different
we just need to wait for.

Gio.B.N

...we should be stronger...

‎"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen."
— D.H. Lawrence (Lady Chatterley's Lover)

The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

Clement Clarke Moore

Xmas Time - part 1!

Life is very complicated but full of little satisfactions too...It's maybe the magic power of Christmas...Anyway let's start with some traditional italian recipe to make these cold days warmer!!!

The 24th, due the Christian tradition, we usually don't eat meat. It means fish fish fish!!! My mum likes cooking salmon or "spigola" (not sure about the translation...my dictionary gives me "bass"!). Of course, being in Italy, we can't forget pasta...You can follow your taste but I would suggest "vongole" (clams) pasta.
Very typical in Rome is fried vegetables...The king of the season is definitely the artichoke!!! But we also have broccoli, cauliflower even apples if you like!!!
Don't forget white wine, from Frascati area if you are from Rome!!!
Last part of our special dinner is all about sweets...Torroni (nougats), panettone (a kind of big sponge cake filled by raisin), dried fruits...and more and more!!!

The most important ingredient is sharing all of this with your family!!!

...to be continued...

First Christmas at home

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in few days I will insert few italian traditions...don't miss them especially if you are a food lover!

Gibran - amatevi l'un l'altro

"Amatevi l'un l'altro, ma non fatene una prigione d'amore:
Piuttosto vi sia un moto di mare tra le sponde delle vostre anime.
Riempitevi l'un l'altro le coppe, ma non bevete da un'unica coppa.
Datevi sostentamento reciproco, ma non mangiate dello stesso pane.
Cantate e danzate insieme e state allegri, ma ognuno di voi sia solo,
Come sole sono le corde del liuto, benché vibrino di musica uguale.
Donatevi il cuore, ma l'uno non sia di rifugio all'altro,
Poiché solo la mano della vita può contenere i vostri cuori.
E siate uniti, ma non troppo vicini;
Le colonne del tempio si ergono distanti,
E la quercia e il cipresso non crescono l'una all'ombra dell'altro".


‎"Love one another, but make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping;
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow".

Thought number 1

So cold here...
my wings not enough strong
to fly away...

LOVE IS A LOSING GAME

I always loved this song...in its deep sadness...


For you I was the flame,
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came,
Love is losing game
One I wish I never played,
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band,
Love is a losing hand
MOre than I could stand,
Love is a losing hand
Self professed and profound
Tilter tips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a loosing hand
Tho’ I battled blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game

loneliness

...you should never walk alone...
This silence is
too loud in a sleepless night...

RICHIESTA DI “BONIFICA” AREA EUROSPIN/GIARDINI PUBBLICI

In questi ultimi giorni si parla molto, e a buon diritto, della discarica che si sta pensando di aprire sul territorio dell’ottavo municipio, quest’oggi il mio interesse verte invece su una piccola area su via del Fosso dell’Osa adiacente alla Asl di via Torricella Sicura.
In particolare si vuole segnalare che il parcheggio del supermercato Eurospin e i limitrofi giardinetti pubblici (se così si vuol chiamarli) vivono uno stato di profondo degrado. Volendo passeggiare nella suddetta area con dei bambini o i propri cani diventa una vera e propria avventura…immondizia e erba mai curata non permettono di usufruire di una (delle poche) strutture presenti in zona.

Sappiamo che sono state fatte più segnalazioni e, in un periodo di crisi come quello che stiamo vivendo, possiamo immaginarci le riposte ricevute.
Il discorso è sempre lo stesso però…Perché mai noi, onesti cittadini, che sottostiamo e rispettiamo determinati DOVERI, dobbiamo vivere come se non ci spettassero gli stessi DIRITTI di chi vive nel centro di Roma?
Pretendiamo dunque che qualche cosa si cominci a fare, non bastano parole dette solo in campagna elettorale, occorre ricorrere ai fatti!

Io credo che per realizzare grandi cose occorra non trascurare le piccole, come in questo caso potrebbe sembrare il procedere a mantenere pulita un’area pubblica…
Mi rincresce anche dover far notare che, in uno stato che pretende di essere tra quelli più civili al mondo, non avrei mai dovuto sentire l’esigenza di scrivere una lettera come questa.

Allegherò quanto prima del materiale fotografico di cui sono al momento sprovvista...Vorrei solo dar voce, e vorrei che se ne desse voce, ad una realtà che ci tocca molto da vicino!

What's going to happen tomorrow?

Where am I going to be tomorrow? What am I going to do tomorrow?...no clues to answer...Should I be excited? I don't know why I am only stressed about this!!! I know this is maybe not the right way to think I should be happy that everything can happen...

An italian old poem says:

Quant'è bella giovinezza,
Che si fugge tuttavia!
Chi vuol essere lieto, sia:
Di doman non c'è certezza

I should be happy and live cause nobody knows what is going to happen tomorrow!!!

A questo nostro mondo, dove vivere è divenuto "sopravvivere" e alla nostra generazione disillusa, fatta di sogni quasi mai realizzati


(Poesia di Ferlinghetti)

Il mondo è un gran bel posto
per nascerci
se non date importanza alla felicità
che non è sempre
tutto questo spasso
se non date importanza a una punta d’inferno
qua e là
proprio quando tutto va bene
perché anche in paradiso
non è che cantino
tutti i momenti
Il mondo è un gran bel posto
per nascerci
se non date importanza alla gente che muore
continuamente
che in fondo poi fa male la metà
se non si tratta di voi
Oh il mondo è un gran bel posto
per nascerci
se non vi state troppo a preoccupare
di qualche cervello morto
su ai posti di comando
o di una bomba o due
di tanto in tanto
contro le vostre facce voltate
o di consimili contrattempi
cui va soggetta la nostra
società di Gran Marca
con i suoi uomini che si distinguono
e i suoi uomini che estinguono
e i suoi preti
e altri scherani
e con le varie segregazioni
e congressuali investigazioni
e altre costipazioni
che sono il retaggio
della nostra carne demente
Sì il mondo è il più bel posto del mondo
per un sacco di cose come
fare la pantomima della farsa
e fare la pantomima dell’amore
e fare la pantomima della tristezza
e cantare in sordina d’amore e avere ispirazioni
e andare a zonzo
guardando tutto
e odorando fiori
toccando il culo alle statue
e persino pensando
e baciando la gente e
facendo figli portando pantaloni
e agitando cappelli e
ballando
e andando a bagnarsi nei fiumi
a fare picnic in piena
estate
o solo genericamente
<> Sì
Ma poi proprio in mezzo a tutto quanto
arriva sorridente il
beccamorto

NO ALLA DISCARICA DI CORCOLLE

E dunque ci siamo, la decisione sembra ormai quasi presa e il degrado sarà sempre più l'aspetto che caratterizzerà la periferia di Roma, quella che un tempo regalava ampi spazi verdi alla città...perchè è pur sempre della città di Roma che si sta parlando! Le bugie di Alemanno, che aveva promesso che una discarica non avrebbe mai visto luce in quel di Corcolle, risuonano ormai nelle menti dei molti che, forse più per speranza che no per altro, al tempo gli avevano creduto (e forse concesso qualche voto!)... Ormai, in una "Italietta" sempre più al degrado, l'unica cosa che forse rimane da fare è armarsi della dignità che ancora ci caratterizza, quella di persone che, nella eventualità della discarica a Corcolle, vedrebbero la propria salute messa a rischio e le proprie abitazioni (comprate o costruite con i sacrifici di una vita) perdere valore, e mobilitarsi contro chi prende decisioni che sfiorano l'assurdo... DICIAMO DUNQUE NO! Con­tro l’aumento del degrado ambien­tale e sociale del Ver­sante Prenestino, Per la sal­va­guar­dia dei nostri ter­ri­tori e la salute dei nostri figli, NO ad ogni discarica SI alla rac­colta dif­fe­ren­ziata ed a un’alternativa sostenibile! MANIFESTIAMO PER I NOSTRI DIRITTI DI CITTADINI DI SERIE A

SABATO 15 OTTOBRE–ore 10:00–CORCOLLE

RIP Steve Jobs

'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says This is a prepared text of the Commencement address delivered by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, on June 12, 2005. I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college. And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting. It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example: Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over. I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life. During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together. I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle. My third story is about death. When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes. I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now. This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept: No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. Thank you all very much.

Dichiarazione Universale dei Diritti dell'Uomo Articolo 27

«Ogni individuo ha diritto di prendere parte liberamente alla vita culturale della comunità, di godere delle arti e di partecipare al progresso scientifico e ai suoi benefici.

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Studiare in Italia

Sono ormai passati molti anni da quando i miei studi accademici si sono conclusi eppure ora, per una probabile crisi di mezza età, sto seriamente valutando l'idea di riprendere la carriera universitaria e laurearmi in un'altra disciplina.
Attualmente, secondo uno studio recente condotto da AlmaLaurea, " il numero di laureati ha iniziato a ridursi ed è destinato a contrarsi ulteriormente"...sarà che la percentuale di disoccupazione, prossima al 30%, piuttosto che spingere i giovani verso la formazione li sta allontanando...Infondo perchè investire tempo, sacrifici e denaro in qualche cosa che poi difficilmente ti ripagherà!?! Domanda soltanto retorica, almeno per quanto mi riguarda, vista la mia decisione di riprendere gli studi...Ma c'è da dire un'altra cosa...Io non sono poi più così giovane e forse sto iniziando a guardare le cose sotto un diverso punto di vista...o forse l'ho sempre fatto!
Decidere di riprendere gli studi e, soprattutto, tentare di orientarsi in quel groviglio burocratico che è la nuova università, fatta di sigle, crediti, lauree e lauree magistrali o specialistiche che dir si voglia, non è per nulla cosa facile.
Primo step cercare, nel delirio provocato da mille traslochi e circa 10 anni dalla discussione della mia tesi, il piano di studi da me sostenuto...TROVATO!
Secondo step, ma forse sarebbe dovuto essere il primo, decidere seriamente cosa voler studiare! Naturalmente la mia attuale laurea limita di molto il campo, escluse le facoltà scientifico/matematiche, esclusa giurisprudenza e affini, ho solo riacceso passioni leggermente sopite...Al momento protendo per una laurea magistrale in filosofia e comunicazione o in antropologia culturale...Per me, dal cuore vagamente romantico, vige ancora l'idea dello studio per amore dello studio...D'altronde, anche Federica Guidi, Presidente dei giovani di Confindustria, ha dichiarato che alcune lauree sarebbero diventate inutili. Durante un convegno sulla meritocrazia organizzato da Unindustria Bologna, ha infatti affermato che alcune scelte accademiche, al giorno d'oggi, non servono a niente e in molti casi è meglio avere un "buon titolo tecnico" piuttosto che conseguire una "laurea in indirizzo umanistico"... A cosa altro dovrei dunque aspirare se non allo studio fine a se stesso!?!
Anyway la mia ricerca continua e spero presto di trovare la mia direzione!