car sharing... in italy!!!

please take note (once in a while an important post)...

a couple of friends of mine in italy are trying to set up a portal for car sharing:
www.viaconme.it

which i think is a great idea!
i live in germany and here it is very popular (it's called mitfahrgelegenheit - possibility to travel together... in one word!)

the idea is v. simple: you have to drive somewhere and you car is (partly) empty. then you advertise your trip and whoever has to go to a similar destination can join.
share costs and reduce pollution.

clearly it works only if enough people know about it and advertise their trips, so i'm not saying that the possibility of car sharing in italy exists now, but it could soon become a reality.

so please, if you're italian or live in italy or know italian people, please:
advertise viaconme !!!

(it's wonderful, it's wonderful, good luck my babe...)

making resolutions (let's see how long it lasts...)

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.

ghostwriters

a couple of months ago a new album from 24 grana appeared. they are a band from naples, i think one of the best on the local scene and also the one i prefer. but being hundreds of km away i could not listen to the new songs but one, so i was pretty curious and looked for it when i went back home. liked it, even though not as much as some of their previous...

and yet my favourite is still the first one, the one i heard on youtube in the very first place.
"Luntano". means far away.



e' ca nun me saccio accuntenta'
e vaco luntano pe' capi'
chello ca cerco nun se sa'
ma po' ferni'...


it's just that i'm never content
go far away to try and understand
what i look for is not clear
but still can end...

it's all about light

well, in the end i guess what i'm always looking for is the light. that sort of absolute, still (eternal??) light i grew up with. one of the few real things i feel i truly know about my country. that light that i can recognise even in a painting from 300 years ago, i see it without looking at it and spot that something's familiar. that's probably why i love so much that photo by cartier-bresson that i posted a while ago. salerno 1933. he shot it in my city 75 years ago. although that place is not exactly the place where i grew up.

am sure most people back home have no clue about those alleys. i just know because i'm curious, and boring. and i walk around. i know exactly where that wall is, i was sure it was one of those damn small streets when i first saw the photo. the place is totally different. now, and 20 or more years ago, too. i mean, not that street, that still looks pretty much the same. just with trucks parked and some garbage. but everything else isn't there anymore. except, maybe, the light.

that's probably why i'm always so attached to that kind of light, and try to catch as much as i can, and carry it along, and look for it everywhere i go...

ollie johnston

last week ollie johnston, one of the old-school disney animators, died.
since i used to (and still!) love most of the movies he co-directed, i thought i might write a post about him.
no doubt which movie i'm going to post though...
surprise surprise!
here's one of my favourite scenes scenes from
the sword in the stone :)

writing in the night

here's one of her illustrations. check her website for more stuff: www.michaelapavlatova.com

the cutest short movie

don't you think it's just adorable??
i just saw it at the cinema and find it great! didn't really expect to find it so easily on youtube :)
the director is called michaela pavlatova and is czech, apparently did some other interesting things...
me back in heidelberg btw

dioxin power

am at home, finally.
not v. sunny but definitely warm. waaaaarm :)
was just in time to have a huge mozzarella last night, because from today they won't sell any, they're blocking production and distribution for 5 days (just how long i'll stay!) to check for dioxin contamination from the waste...
let's see what comes out

No one can advise or help you - no one.

There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart (...) This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must", then build your life in accordance with this necessity.

R.M.Rilke, Letters to a young poet

my heidelbeere nights (and days)

borrowed the title from a movie i saw recently. my blueberry nights, by wong kar wai. have heard about his previous movies but never seen any. this one is supposed to be different, since is not in chinese anymore and set up in the usa. liked it. was a cute love story (more than one actually). v. romantic, that kind of romantic that makes you smile, and want to eat blueberry pie with ice cream. amazing scene in the entry titles: just ice cream spreading through the pie. white over red. was looking for it on youtube, but nothing. cannot even find a picture. wanted to post it, was gorgeous.

haven't blogged in a while. me pretty tired these days. had pretty different schedule than usual. had lectures. about real physics, not astronomy. was not used to that. well, don't know if it's the having lecture the whole day thing or going back to real physics. am so ignorant about it... went to the talk of last year nobel prize and didn't really understand much. me pretty sad.

and had coffee the whole time to stay awake during lectures. so tired and awake, sleepy and not sleepy were pretty messed up. seems i've been doing lots these days but probably have not really done anything. certainly some insane addictions don't really help. like grey's anatomy. not certainly proud of it, but still, can't help. and yet it provides some uncontroversial truths (like the "socially retarded" one!) but mainly i keep watching it because i need to defocus from certain things i should be doing right now and am too lazy to do - or even think about.

definitely weird, how my laziness propagates. highly non linear. i might hate something a real lot, but then when something else comes out, more important and urgent and meaningful and blah blah, then i start procrastinating the new thing by even doing the ones i avoided so much before. denial. am a real expert. i even went for a jog, unbelievable. and felt really good, the fact that i actually could run, that my knee is still working. wanted to go again, but clearly good old laziness came back. and also a bit of pain in the knee, but most laziness.

started writing again. stuff. but still, i guess i am just writing to avoid thinking about other stuff. not really because i can't live without, as rilke would suggest. not really. for example, i could write something now. have a few ideas. or i could just get some sleep, but something tells me i'll give a shot to the addiction.
so sad.