Today, in Italy, in the country where the prime minister left arm and founder of its Party is under trial for participation in Mafia organizations, and where the Prime Minister is under trial for judge corruption, for the FIRST TIME IN THE WORLD, network service providers have been condemned to jail because of a video leaked on the network they are in charge of administrate by a user.

Original article (in Italian).

Not the user that leaked the video. Which would be terrible enough. But the providers. In this case, Google itself.

Not even the Iranian government, not even the Myanmar government arrived to this point. They prosecuted the publishing of the ideas, but not the media through which those ideas was published.

An immediate, formal and firm protest of the world internet community is absolutely in order, to avoid that this happens also in your country.

The fact that this happened in Italy, a country where free speech is formally granted by our Constitution and ensured by a rich body of ordinary laws, is a warn and admonishment for all the "free" and "democratic" countries in the world. This can happen even in your country, and even if your country consider itself a Home for free speech.

Fight back now, or it will be too late.

Please, send a mail to the President of the Italian Republic, which has the power to lessen the effectiveness of this sentence in our legal system:

Republic President's webmail.

If other governments think they can do that because Italy did that, it will be a dark day for us all. Stop this from happening.

Unexpected events can even be pleasant.

Yesterday, I've been asked to bring myself to the local station of the Finance Guard, for a one-time control applied randomly on new firms started last year.

Even if it's just a formal control on new-born firms, to prevent empty cover-up names to be legally provided to criminals, one may think it's quite a nuisance to loose a workday and bring your invoices into a police station for a check. And usually it is.

But contrarily to my expectations, I found the people at the office so empathic and warm that I had one of my most pleasurable morning since long. I met up with a officer being both skilled and loving I.T., so we entered immediately in a sympathetic mode.

As I was leaving the station, we took some time to talk about various arguments. As we talked, I wondered about the nice time we had, and realized that even if I had been forced to stop my restless work for half a day, that had been good indeed.

We run, run, rush to do things and never stop looking around, we're so dug into our daily troubles that we rarely see what's around, or in front of us. I felt so refreshed by the meeting that I had a feeling like taking a deep breath after a long run. And I felt like having found a new friend too.

Shuffling cards, meeting new people, going in new places, can really be good.

... that makes me proud of being part of the mankind, it is this man.



Tiziano Terzani, he's not a master, as he says, he's not a Guru. He's just a man who lived, and who understood. Very probably, in another place, in another time, they would have called him a Buddah, an Enlightened.

He wrote books, as he was a journalist. In this interview, he was dying of a cancer, and he says he's happy of his life, and of the incredible opportunity he had been given; last but not least, the opportunity to die serenely, now that he is 66. Was he ill at a younger age, say at 30, he would have not be so happy to die, he says, but now, now that it has fulfilled his life, now that he has an equilibrium, now that he's in peace with himself... he says he and his "hosts", his cancer, will live and die together.

His last sentence in this video, one of his advices (not teaching, he never wanted to teach), is: if you find a fork in the road, where one road goes down, and the other goes up, get the one that goes up. You'll always find yourself in a better place.

And he was from Tuscany. As he's a man of the world, maybe I shouldn't say that, but hearing his adventures, his knowing, his wisdom in my own tongue, with that irony and views and happiness and life-force that are so much imbued in my homeland and so well know across the world, gives me a special kind of feeling.

Cheers for Falcon!

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Well, not a great news, but it was cool to cheer at it. With my fav beer :-).

Italy is slowly but steadily falling towards a new form of Fascism. As Primo Levi said, in the 60's, "it's today's Fascism, that is just missing the power to enforce itself to return being what it was, that is, the consecration of privilege and inequality".

To prevent this from happen again, there is just one way. Remember what happened, what caused fascism to raise and what it leaded to. And the horror it caused.

A person I know asked me, "why are we still re-vising what happened more than 60 years ago; why should be pity for a so distant fact, and for people of other races".

Because, I replied, there is one race I know: human. The people who suffered in the laghers, the people who was jailed and killed by Fascism and its descendant Nazism, wasn't of "a race", they wasn't a "kind". They was me. They all was me.

And I don't want this sort of things to happen to me, never again.

I proposed myself for a voluntary cooperation with CICAP, the "the Italian Committee for the Investigation of Claims on the Paranormal". They were searching for translators willing to lend a hand in translating material from "less common languages", like French, German and the like. So I wondered if they would have been interested in translations from Japanese.

The talk went on a bit, and a general interest on the relationships between Japan and paranormal things emerged. So, I started a bit of an investigation on the field.

It is well known that Japanese people have a traditional attraction towards supernatural and paranormal talks. While the first "gothic literature" in Europe is generally placed at the beginning of the '800, and individuated in works as "The Castle of Otranto" and "Wuthering Heights", Japanese literature is two-way bound with supernatural themes since the first records, and theatre pieces like "Yotsuya Ghost Story" produced in the early '800s was counting on an already solid tradition.

This may depend on the shamanic roots of the early Japanese culture, which changed into a more organized cult during the passage out of the pre-historic period into the early Japan as a central state emerged around 600 AD, but whose founding principles was never totally forgotten.

In the beginning, the search for people and associations seriously approaching paranormal phenomenon and claims of supernatural activities had been harder than I thought. I will digress on this aspect as my research progress.

However, I've been able to get in touch with an amazing set of fellow researchers, forming the ASIOS. The relatively young association (born in 2007) had already performed a quantity of investigations, promoted a series of books on scientific investigation (and dismantling) of "paranormal facts" and published a collective book called "The solving of mysteries". The president of the association, Mr. Honjou Tatsuya, replied to my first contact letter with an unexpectedly warm welcome.

I am so starting my journey in to the Japanese mysteries and the Japanese way to solve them. Isn't this exciting? :-)

If you have any news about weird things, mysteries, supernatural phenomenon and the like, and researchers on this field in Japan, I'd love you to send me comments on this article or mail me via my contact form.

Thanks!

I have already praised Suga Shikao skills in composing, lyrics writing and playing music. Yet, this metropolitan poetry is still very surprising.

In his song "Hikari no kawa", Shikao talks about her former lover passing him by on another car, in a traffic jam. It's the occasion to rethink to the past, and why it didn't quite work out, and to fantasize about the similarity of their story and what's happening as he loses her in the queue. And there's even space to think about not just the "story of them two", but about love and affection in general, as we live in cities where we become mechanized animals, half flesh and blood and half chips and gears. And all of this, without exaggerations, or epic conclusions; just told as it is, felt as it's felt, daily as it is. With the "stream of light" being just the row of car lights, and somehow, at the same time, being also much, much more. In perfect Shikao's unique style.

This comments in an intricate code I am in charge to check really saved my day


TopicLock itLT = LockTopic (Tpc); // lock topic
LockCache(); // lock cache


... in the sense that I am gonna laugh for the rest of the day.

I have recently bought a new classic guitar, an Alvaro 4000-EF (it's hand-crafted; you won't find it in the on-line catalog). It has an excellent sound and a very sensible microphone-pickup pair, which seems to be able to capture even the most subtle resonances.

I composed a small, slow tune exposing some of the resounding frequencies of this little marvel: Notturno sulla seconda corda.

Other than having a top notch professional sound quality, this guitar is also extremely playable; it just requires gentle touches for the barré to hold, and it's pretty forgiving about light pressures in difficult positions. Also, it responds pretty linearly to string touch; althoug it's easy to play it piano, it's easy to get clean fortissimos, and the expression range comes out pretty docile at the touch of the right hand nails.

Just, I got to find "its strings". Every guitar has its own strings. The "quality" of the strings is not always directly resulting in better sound on a given guitar; some even famous guitar find their mating strings in poor quality, low duration strings. It's a trial and error process.

Tonight, after dinner...

Wife: "Dear, would you please brew me a coffee?"
Me: "No way."
W: "Oh, please, dear!"
M: "Got to run, I am writing..."
W: "It's a matter of life and death... and not mine."
M: "... I am brewing your coffee."

I met up with Tatsuno Kazuo works more or less by chance.


An interview about the involvement of Mr. Tatsuno in the activism against the highway tunnel under the Takao Mountain.

While searching for materials to deepen my study of Japanese, I hit this book of his called Bunsho no kakikata, or "How to write". His work left a deep impression on me, so much that I tried to gather all his writings, the "book shaped" ones, on which I could lay my hands on.

One of his suggestion goes like...

If you want to dig a hole, start tracking it's borders. The wider the borders, the wider the hole will be. The deeper you'll be able to go without loosing sight of what you're doing.

Preparatory works. I do believe in those; as a programmer, I clear the ground from potential problems in advance, and ... I draw a big circle around the area I want to solve.

Tatsuno talks of writing, but he means "your job", and then "your work", and then "your life". Another suggestion is to write something. Each day. I'll try to follow it.

For a programmer, tomorrow is the next time you turn on your PC.

I've been able to write the first prototype of "The Evolution Game".

It's a competitive programming game where two falcon scripts are fighting for survival in an arena with limited space and resources. The new twist in it is that, except for extremely naive strategies, it's practically necessary for each script to evolve and mutate in order to win.

We plan to build a contest on that, inviting programmers to submit their scripts, and see who is the best evolutionary programmer in the world.

There's also a small secret, that people experts of fractals, high order numerical-math, statistics and evolutionary computation will probably spot very soon. But I will keep silent about this 'till the end of the contest.

For now, I am pretty impressed about the power of the TEG program itself. I thought I could support an arena of 100x100 cells, each being a running Falcon script, called back several times per turn (one to five), at 1 turn per second, after introducing a bit of concurrent calculations. Contrarily to my expectations, the prototype, which is still largely unoptimized and totally single threaded, is running a 100x100 arena at five to eight turns per second. The script used in the prototype are largely trivial, but even making them three times as complex as they are, we'd still have a better performance than I expected after having introduced all the possible optimizations and parallelism.

We're gonna have fun with this toy.

I can't stop thinking at this song as a precursor of Sekka No Shinwa (the Legend of the Snow Petals). Takase Kazuya weaves a round arrangement, able to evoke the vastness of an empty sky with whirling wind. A wind, as this song says, that can bring new life.

Eiko words are always more introspective and emotional than Kotoko's. The slow, solemn, female voice of Eiko and the joyful melodic line merges wonderfully with the restless background produced by Kazuya, in one of their best joint works ever.

I've been cherishing this translation for some years now, but I finally decided on a gentle request of a visitor of my Blog, which is also a great fan of Eiko and loves to dance her songs.

There are songs that you overhear without paying too much attention to them. You just generally like them, but nothing more. 'Till, one day, you stop listening really what the singer has to say and you find a little jewel where you just spotted some glowing in the sand.

Shimamiya Eiko's "Ozone", from "Endless Loop", is one of those songs. It's simple and elegant in its melody, yet catchy. You just listen to it and get slowly grabbed by the skillful and female voice, by the solid yet discrete underlying arrangement, by the simple and elegant piano inciso.

And when the melody and harmony finally convince you, you start to listen the song. A monologue thought as a dialogue with her lover, now gone, and the pain he caused. Oh, there's plenty of those songs around, you'd say.

Yeah, but this one is overwhelmingly sincere. In our western culture, where emotion bursts are regarded as clumsy and outrageous, openly saying "I wish you to cry" is considered bold, at least. But here, she goes on about half of the song telling him what her imagination is making up with him now. Precisely.

This description of her state of mind, of what her mind is doing, is so deep, so real, so touchy that you just have to feel like her. A fine piece of lyrics, being able to move anyone while still being not poetic, but plainly, just, "told".