Wishful Thinking

Oggi, trentotto gradi e umidita' superiore al novantapercento. Niente di meglio, quindi, che guardarsi qualche foto scattata in antartide, dove il freddo rende possibili splendide formazione nuvolose.
The Italian Uncle


We're playing this track because it features electronica influences, mild rythmic syncopation, extensive vamping, mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation and a vocal centric easthetic
I was waiting for someone to come along, some young singer 18 to 22 years old, to write these songs and stand up. I waited a long time. Then, I decided that maybe the generation that has to do this is still the '60s generation. We're still here.L'album arriva nei negozi settimana prossima. Per ora si puo' ascoltare qui, e/o comprare via internet.
Italians, too, are unhappy with the advance of "precariousness." This is still a society where a central goal is to be "sistemato" — secured in a paid position, preferably not too labor intensive, that can be held for life and, if possible, passed on to the children.
But is such deep attachment to stability tenable? The general consensus is no. For Italy to survive in a global economy, now that it can no longer devalue the lira to boost its exports, it must become more efficient, more flexible, more precarious. It must dislodge the "sistemati" or get them to work harder. The same is true in much of the rest of Europe.
Such stasis is anathema to Americans, for whom risk, movement and personal ambition are fundamental. Immigrants, who propel constant shifts, protested, too, in recent days, but their banners, saying "We Are America," proclaimed an essential truth: The United States is about the endless possibility of self-reinvention through hard work. It is inseparable from change.
When I became an American citizen last year, I was given a short English test in the form of a dictation. The first sentence was: "I want to be a good American." The second was: "I plan to work very hard every day."
Questi sono emigrati temporanei o definitivi che non hanno paura dei comunisti, ma hanno paura dei consolati, nei quali entrano tremando al pensiero dell'incubo burocratico che li aspetta per le pensioni, le eredità, le procure, i passaporti. Trattati troppo spesso non come ospiti graditi, come padroni di casa quali sono, ma come rompicoglioni (cito un altro nostro ex ministro, Scajola): i maltollerati da funzionari overworked and understaffed, dotati di attrezzature tecnologiche da Regno Sabaudo, con fondi tagliati da un governo che non esita a spendere centinaia di migliaia di euro per un'inutile missione elettorale di Berlusconi a Washington, ma non trova i soldi per un cancelliere, un computer, un impiegato di concetto, una linea telefonica in più.
Non credo che l'Italia fuori dall'Italia sia di sinistra. Il primo voto degli italiani all'estero è stato un voto contro il governo, qualsiasi governo gli fosse capitato tra le dita ed è patetico dire oggi che la destra ha perso perché si sono presentati con manciate di simboli mentre l'Unione era, almeno in Nord America, sola. Se la Destra si è sminuzzata è perché la sua arroganza, la sua certezza, erano totali e credevano di giocarsi tra di loro la partita.
Il voto è stato un grido di rabbia che tanti hanno accumulato contro chi li ha sempre ignorati, al massimo trattati con condiscendenza, con una visita pastorale tra marcette, coccarde, pizze e retorica da "mamma luntana". Se il povero ministro Tremaglia che si aspettava una messe di deputati e senatori di destra e passerà invece alla storia come l'artefice della strombatura di Berlusconi, è un segnale di quanto profonda sia la loro insoddisfazione per il Paese che hanno lasciato, per libera decisione o per necessità e nel quale molti di loro, medici, biologi, fisici, chimici, specialisti di informatica vorrebbero anche tornare, se non temessero di essere trattati da idioti.
Chitarra acustica a batteria prima, e fender azzurra poi, Bob ha 46 anni ma tanta voglia di suonare. Parte con Wishing Well e si muove avanti e indietro nella sua discografia con gran piacere, suo e del pubblico. Siamo in pochi, forse un centinaio, piu' o meno comodamente seduti e abbastanza quieti. Lui cerca la chiacchera, ma poi si arrende all'umore del pubblico. Ne viene fuori uno show molto intimo e assolutamente strepitoso. Bob da l'impressione di divertirsi molto, e il pubblico e' in sollucchero, il tutto per novanta minuti. Alla fine, mette giu' le chitarre, si siede sul bordo del palco, ed e' pronto a chiaccherare e firmare copie dei dischi per chi ne abbia voglia.
Una curatrice del museo ha detto quanto segue:Becky Hart, assistant curator of contemporary art at the museum, said she had tried to explain to the boy how the museum helped preserve works of art.
"I knew that probably wouldn't make any sense to him, so I asked him what kind of music he liked," Ms Hart told the Detroit Free Press.
"He said he liked rap, so I said: 'Well, you know what rock and roll is,' and he did. "So I said: 'Can you imagine if somebody had messed up the beat in rock and roll so you didn't have any rhythm in rap.' And he looked at me, and he got it immediately."
Ted Turner always got a buzz from giving. I had breakfast with him once in a sedate Washington hotel, and he explained how charity could juice him. He'd made his first big donation back in the 1980s, and his hand had trembled uncontrollably as he signed away his chances of becoming the world's richest man. But having given money away once, he found he wanted to give more; charity became compulsive. As Turner explained this, he yelled and waved his arms around for emphasis, alarming the sleepy breakfasters at nearby tables. Giving could be an addiction, like alcohol or drugs, Turner proclaimed. "Like sex!" he roared enthusiastically.
The only real justification for the continued disgrace that is Guantanamo is that the government refuses to admit it's made a mistake. Releasing hundreds of prisoners after holding them for four years without charges would be big news. Better, a Guantanamo at which nothing has happened in four years. Better to drain the camp slowly, releasing handfuls of prisoners at a time. Last week, and with little fanfare, seven more detainees were let go. That brings the total number of releasees to 180, with 76 transferred to the custody of other countries. Are these men who are quietly released the "best of the worst"? No. According to the National Journal one detainee, an Australian fundamentalist Muslim, admitted to training several of the 9/11 hijackers and intended to hijack a plane himself. He was released to his home government last year. A Briton said to have targeted 33 Jewish organizations in New York City is similarly gone. Neither faces charges at home.
Guantanamo represents a spectacular failure of every branch of government. Congress is willing to pass a bill stripping courts of habeas-corpus jurisdiction for detainees but unwilling to probe what happens to them. The Supreme Court's decision in Rasul v. Bush conferred seemingly theoretical rights enforceable in theoretical courtrooms. The right to challenge a government detention is older than this country and yet Guantanamo grinds on.
It grinds on because the Bush administration gets exactly what it pays for in that lease: Guantanamo is a not-place. It's neither America nor Cuba. It is peopled by people without names who face no charges. Non-people facing non-trials to defend non-charges are not a story. They are a headache. No wonder the prisoners went on hunger strikes. Not-eating, ironically enough, is the only way they could try to become real to us.
The vice president is standing by his decision to shoot Harry Whittington. According to the best intelligence available, there were quail hidden in the brush. . . . And while the quail turned out to be a 78-year-old man, even knowing that today Mr. Cheney insists he still would have shot Mr. Whittington in the face. . . . To not have shot his friend in the face would have sent a message to the quail that America is weak.
The United States and Israel are discussing ways to destabilize the Palestinian government so that newly elected Hamas officials will fail and elections will be called again, according to Israeli officials and Western diplomats.
The intention is to starve the Palestinian Authority of money and international connections to the point where, some months from now, its president, Mahmoud Abbas, is compelled to call a new election. The hope is that Palestinians will be so unhappy with life under Hamas that they will return to office a reformed and chastened Fatah movement.
Sul NYTimes, Tim Golden narra di come le autorita' Americane a Guantanamo stiano cercando di porre fine a scioperi della fame da parte di alcuni detenuti (ripreso qui e qui). In sostanza, si tratta di alimentazione forzata con contemporanea costrizione dei movimenti cosi' che sia impedito al detenuto di vomitare il cibo che ha ingerito a forza. Il tutto implemtentato con delle speciali sedie (vedi foto).
"He's a person who was elected legally -just as Adolf Hitler was elected legally".
With fundamentalist Hamas in charge, all police stations in the Palestinian Authority are being shut down. From now on, all complaints will have to be filed directly to God.
