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March 18, 2006

Google Current

Google Current airs every half hour here and provides a look at what the world is searching for on Google. There's nothing like it on television. When Googlians exert criticism "a-la-Wired" CNN-stile with Conor Knighton and Kinga Philipps playing the game things get quite interesting. Highly recommended and highly addictive.

In the meanwhile origami paper was given to the MIT students. This is what happened.

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March 11, 2006

revival

enough is enough and this is a quickie, no Capitalization but, at least, some punctuation, 2 weeks?

it's night revival in casa Zib with Lavigne pumping really loud, that's revival all-ready, and a good load of Warsteiner and Cabernet Franc.

we're split.

how blissfully desperate Avril was. kids can still buy their soft apocalypse for .99 and she's not coming back. what then?

re-play. pouring down. sweet.

enough is enough, my template for PixArtisan is locked-down, I can't make a white whiter than this. which is enough. my whitest.

this online art gallery is going to kick with Adriana de Barros, Liz Wolfe and the lovely Christian Lindemann just to start. The girl at NetDiver that is suggestive to us all and which blessing is pricey has signed her agreement, so I'd be expecting for her portfolio material on the 17th, Green Beer Day.

but Avril, wow, how sweet she was.

[Chorus]
If you're trying to turn me, into someone else
It's easy to see, I'm not down with that
(I'm nobody's fool) I'm nobody's fool
If you're trying to turn me, into something else
I've seen it enough, and I'm over that
(I'm nobody's fool) I'm nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try - go ahead and try

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March 08, 2006

Iranium

Here we go again. This time we're all up with those tiny exotic radiant compounds Ma'm Curie was in love with. They used to make her counters go blip. They still do.

The people who want permission granted to enrich uranium, this time, are mostly the same people who sell you gas.

Whether or not Iran has the strength to pose a semi-embargo on its clients is uncertain. Whether or not the US has the power to set up a second attack on the same front, everything considered including broader support from the UN this time, is also uncertain.

Do you see China, who has been financing the US huge federal debt so far with massive acquisition of currency and bonds, backing up a second crusade?

Chances for a settlement are good. The US may want to postpone this mess on to the next, sometime in November 2008.

In the meantime this blog has been affected by a spike of traffic coming from wife's friends. My fault was to spin yarn for her using a tool she made herself, something called "a spindle". What it does is spinning raw fibers of yarn (silk, in this case) to make a hank. More on the whole shebang here.

I'm not starting a knitting carrier anytime soon. But if you wanted an interlude, an intercourse, that is what it was. A family trial. Somehow.

What is that for?
A spindle.
A spindle?
Ya know, to spin yarn.
And what are the coupled DVDs for?

She had built a bottom-whorl spindle. Using the kid's DVDs. At home. I first saw it on her blog when I was at the office. There was also a first comment from a friend of her which I thought was translating my nightmares already with more human words. Beautiful, now, how does that work?

Which DVDs did you use?
I used Finding Nemo.
You hate that movie so much?
No, they weren't working anymore.

Talk about naive Americans...

The kid pointed out that DVD 1 was scraped and dead but DVD 2 was fine, and added a pissed face on top of it like rancid tomato dripping hate and fury without saying a single word.

Then I recalled the commentaries' observation: how does "that thing" work?

The day next I was spinning yarn acrobatics, joining the roving, poking a hole in the hankies, playing with the torque and discussing the thickness of the resulting. Even better this one was silk. Spindling away like a sufi which is all you want to be in a rainy day.

Do you know a spinner uses gyroscopic principles?

The kid was given her ration of hankies, which she helped coloring but started being loud when she discovered how difficult was for her to "make a hole" with her tiny hands. It only got worse when she saw me spinning.

Are you envious?

We made some 22 yards of silk and then she swifted it up into a tidy hank, then soaked in cold water to set the twist. Now it's hanging on a hanger and damn it's nice.

The bed is covered with silkworm memories and my nails too. Raw silk is darn easily attached to the host like not even viruses. That is the bad part.

Now we're browsing the web looking for spinning machines and I know she has plans. What does not happen when you let the enemy infiltrate your dailies?

By the way, the spinning business, including converting a membrane into a closed string can be described by good mathematics with a high degree of precision. They do it everyday, over at Stanford

Today, surprisingly, we woke up in a sea of snow. It was snowing.

When I started web-designing some ten years ago white was an obvious choice for a neutral background. The first, second and third instances of our agency's website were all based on white. But in time you learn that white is not as neutral as it may seem.

For one you'll never see white on a consumer's grade monitor no matter how hard you try. Why?

Because your monitor's phosphors combined output tends to aging on the yellow.
Because your monitor likes dust.
Because you like to leave fingerprints on the screen and think that's sexy.
Because white point calibration is a variable of just too many things, including a cloudy day.
Because perception of "neutrality" depends on age, temper and usage.

And finally because blogs and CSS-based content systems use white as if it was for free.

It is not.

Now I'm coping with an online gallery. An (art) gallery's identity stems from its walls. Bare white walls.

So, next in line is, in the process of making this website, what am I going to do? Or, what am I doing?

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March 05, 2006

Green

Green

I've been checking the grass. Green. Up to where it's blue, blurred and foggy. Lightnings strike in couples on the distant little trees. I've been here for a while, can’t remember since when. There's a large pale rock I'm sitting on that's giving me a cold and a headache that's like a rainbow and a gift. Starring at the grass the landscape changes. It's not all green. The blue is almost white. Sometimes thru the fog I can see a house.

When I get far enough from my rock I can see a tree that's right between base and the horizon. It's a skunk olive tree, burnt down to its roots, praying for resurrection someday. A tiny young branch grows right perpendicular to the floor. The base is very large. I can sit on it comfortably and it gives me relaxation. When it gets dark the ghosts push me back to base.

I can't see her but I can hear her voice clearly. She gets out early when the sun is low and sits outside on the grass, by the house. From the voice I can figure her face, her many layers of expression, her anger and smiles, like dunes constantly changing and getting deeper and then skin deep, casual, ironic, deranged, tired, sleepy. Then the door bangs, around noon and I'm alone again.

Around base is littered with cans, papers, dead birds and skeletons of cars I’ve never seen before. I haven’t got any food in a while. Chasing overflying birds is useless but I feel fine. I miss my brother, my job routine, cigarettes and sex.

Every time I wake up I check the grass. Green. Up to where I get dizzy. I focus on a bush that's slightly taller and start walking. I stop at the tree to check the progress. Disappointing how slow nature is at its business. Then I start playing fingertips.

Half a world away the chords in her tongue are Japanese, Korean, beautiful.

One day it rained all day. I was shaking. I could not move but I could hear her conversation. Lonely, coming down like hail, broken in my eardrums, refracted and shy. That day I talked to her. Loud as I could. We started dueting, something between Jap and French, ice-cream and Chanel commercials as far as I recall.

One day I'll learn all the truth, complete.

© Fortunato Caragliano. All rights reserved.

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March 01, 2006

Behind enemy lines

1 out of 12 people in the world have a weapon. The problem is how to arm the other 11.

After Fascism, Stalinism, Stat-a-lism and neo-Colonialism we just needed a new respectable enemy that does not just talks-the-talk. Aloha, Islamism.

Puff! Are we a democracy now?

And what shelves should I get and what shoes should I wear when my portable is lying on the two hard-disks-enclosures-combo on top of the ethernet modem which is on top of the hi-fi and did I tell you that boom-boxes were on a returning leg? Your iPod can finally feed the family on Apple-approved speaker-dome. Special events are just to introduce these tiny i-Fi evolutions. here

Tiny evolutions are what Tom Jenkins, a.k.a. Squarepusher, has been delivering for a while. Since "Hard Normal Daddy" and "Big Loada" he's been thru his own "White souls..." with "Music is rotted one note" and now "Ultravisitor". In a few years Tom may be delivering his "Bitches Brew Revisited". Please bring that on. And may Miles Davis understand what we don't.

Our prime minister went to see George. George did not say shit about our prime minister. National newspapers emphasizes Berlusconi has a close deal with the Bushes. Is that gas? Maybe methane.

The 1st of March is set aside especially for pigs. It was started by Texas art teacher Ellen Stanley in 1972 to honour and give thanks to our most intelligent domesticated creature. On this day, remember the good things pigs have brought to us; remember that pigs are sociable, intelligent mammals. They are much like us in many ways, they have noticable personality traits and soaring emotions. You might want to visit a farm sometime in March for a day out (with the kids) and pay your respects to these marvelous animals.

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There's one thing I like about George Bush. His plane. AF-One, a heavily modified 747-400 is the most beautiful flying machine on earth and you won't find it on Google with its current look. To kill a very widespread misconception, the 747 we associate to the US president is not always the AF-One. Any aircraft that carries the US president bears the call-sign Air Force One. It could be a DC-9 or a little Augusta A109 helicopter. Helos and planes, lots of which draw the line for Lord of War. In the end, Lord of War, the movie, isn't for everyone. In a sense this film is kind of like "Blow" because it's about a man who feels his life isn't complete without selling something that is bad. He has everything he could ever want but still needs to sell the firearms. It's a powerful story which I feel really puts things in perspective as far as Americans look at things. Nicolas Cage's performance is incredible as he seems to not care at all for the people's lives he puts at stake every day and when it comes to his own life he still seems unemotional and doesn't seem to worry. I think this is one of the best film's of year. If you have an open mind about things and enjoy movies that will make you think check out "Lord of War" because it's well worth the price.

In the meantime A. Baricco, one of our Italian novelist-fantastique, is praying for objective criticism, alas "read me before you bash me". Can you read it to me? You want me to buy your story, please read it to me... tell me your story... (no-link-for-you)

I understand you are going to ask for new designs, talents, snapshots of things to come. That has been lagging on Timeline lately. A new project is in progress that will get its wings on pixartisan.com in April. So, be patient, I'm working hard on that.

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