faccio cose, vedo gente

Come suggerito dal buon Mattia, ci provo anche io a vincermi un iPhone attraverso gli amici di The Apple Lounge. Fosse la volta buona che vinco qualcosa…

Ovviamente, loro ci guadagnano un po’ di inbound linking

Foreign affair.

A magical potion,

A cool locomotion.

Mike Oldfield

In my last dream the Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Massimo d’Alema, enters in my bedroom: I’m not sleeping, I’m just laying down in a small bed, similar to the ones in use by psychologists.

I start talking, asking for the incident at the Upper Chamber, when the parliament voted against the current majority on a resolution about refinancing the Italian mission in Afghanistan.

I frankly don’t remember his answer. I remember the cordiality in our conversation and my sudden change of topic: I confess an addiction to the Internet.

I don’t remember anything else. Not his answer, nor any other word I might have said. I don’t know why I define myself as an Internet addict, especially because I’m becoming less and less dependent on it. Or differently dependent. Or…

…normally dependent! But the two words conflict, so I’ll leave the whole thing to any reader with psychoanalytic skills.

To make my sleep softer, last nite I decided to turn my iPod on - very quietly - and listen to my favorite edition of the Well-tempered Clavier, performed by legendary Rosalyn Tureck. Indeed I started sleeping, but in the middle of the night I woke up suddenly at the end of a nightmare.

In this bad dream I’m dressed up, walking on a flat, undefined land, similar to a public park but with not so many trees, or maybe with no trees at all: just a bench every now and then. I’m walking towards the graduation site with my Macbook in hands.

I clearly remember that I’m suddenly in the middle of a panic attack: I forgot to prepare the slideshow for my defense. And it’s only 30 minutes before my turn. So I sit down on a bench, trying to choose an application for a quick slideshow but I’m terrified about time moving on, and I can’t produce anything good.

At a certain moment I feel something behind me, sort of a head behind my head, looking at what I’m doing. For unknown reasons, I feel that this presence is a giraffe, now with its head high in the sky.

But when I get up and turn, there’s nothing left behind me. Just the feeling of a presence. Bizarre: I can feel and imagine something as clear as a full giraffe, with its neck and peculiar fur, but I can’t see it. Dr. Freud?

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BREAKING NEWS

Weapon of Mass Destruction have eventually been found. An Iraqi province, called North Korea, has shown evidence of possessing Nuclear Weapons.

President Bush congratulates with his intelligence: “I knew it! This shows that the war was not a lie! Nuclear Weapons of Mass Destruction have been found _less_ than 5000 miles (8000km) North-East of Baghdad. You guys did a great job: we were really close to our target. Thank you everyone.”

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America is not only _the_ place for 24h gyms and grocery shopping. It’s not only that you can buy pills or condoms or chips at three in the morning, when they’re probably most needed.

No. America is also the place for 24h birds: super powerful flying entities that never sleep and especially when the sun goes down sit on a branch to exhibit their superb whistling abilities towards an audience of tentative sleepers.

One day, or another, my water guns will shoot…

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