Friday, October 19, 2007

Hi-play Pro6.1 Gratis

it's time to get angry

It 'turned out refreshingly cool a bill ... about publishing.
All the best words in the text ... bother the principles of competition and pluralism, even was appointed to Article 21 of the Constitution ... YOU GOT IT, FUCK? Article 21 ... I feel like crying ...

[...] Everyone has the right to freely express their thoughts in speech, writing or any other means of communication. The press can not be subjected to authorization or censorship [...]

The effect of the new law would be destructive to the Internet, in respect of blogs in particular.
How do I open a blog ...? now just set your computer, choose a site that offers that service, to develop something stupid technique, such as choosing the look and feel, and you're ready to share their thoughts with friends and with anyone you come across in your area of \u200b\u200bfreedom, in your journal.

After the eventual approval of this law, in addition to the technical steps seen here above, the following steps would also be mandatory, just a Pelino become more complicated:

1) should register with the ROC (Registry of communications operators) , produce the necessary certificates and to pay a stamp duty, even if your blog is not for profit.

2) adopt a publishing company, may pay a fee, you do not believe that publishers do charity.

3) enrolled to contact a journalist who dress director responsible for their diarietto probably must also pay him ... after all, is responsible ...

No need to explain the absurdity is obvious, so is the attempt at censorship.

At this time you're reading my words, shared or not, you have onsite freedom to read, send me to fuck off or shut down your computer. After approval
I ... um ... lu Caru mean, can no longer write his cow, you will not have to read them and you will not even have the chance to write your own, sacrosanct. He had said that freedom of speech is a right?

In fact, this law eliminates the 99% of the existing blogs. At this point I see only two possibilities in case there is the possibility ugly (I mean the passage of the law):

- flee Italy and go to live elsewhere, a country that still leaves a certain freedom.
- dust off his grandfather's shotgun, and go fight!

when I have a towel in his hand, and I'm dusting.


ps some reference to the online news
Civile.it , (2)
Republic
Courier
Point Computer
Grillo
Di Pietro
TIMES ONLINE
Boing Boing

course, you can communicate their views to the author of the text Ricardo Franco Levi to this address: levi_r@camera.it

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Blue Tile Country Bathroom

Waste, again.

Already in a previous post I had treated the topic. Waste. This enthusiasm was put into a evening in Singapore, which has emerged from nowhere and vanished into thin air. The problem was waiting too confident that a call would come. Now the case is different, but still waste you speak.

not get in the game you pay every time.

Last Saturday night, what do you do, where? To?
There is a wine festival ... Power to Picena. I went out with an enthusiasm worthy of the past, it was certainly the highest peak since returning. Flax and Magister were fellow travelers who were added to the shipment. Arrived in place the feeling was far from pleasant, the fireworks seemed to be the final stroke of a party who dies, many people flowed into parking lots now sick of bleeding by car, we, the ones who go against the tide . The surprise when you reach the square was galvanizing, was still full of kids having fun, that's right, they enjoyed themselves. A lively band pianist egocentric but with a freestyle on the keyboard, and was entertained with dignity zompettare the crowd. A nice treat as I had not seen for some time, but you know, it takes a glass to make everything perfect ... that was the moment when I saw her, dressed like a peasant girl of the century, but that's normal when you're part of the staff, dressed in theme ... beautiful as few, two blue eyes that gave off light.
I was hard to look away, she looks at me in passing ... it was time ... and I did not say shit. I'm a shit. Gone, in the crowd.

I do not know why the fuck I sometimes think that the opportunities for the future and do not belong to this, sometimes I give myself the luxury of wasting the present lack of shit. 2 would be enough stupid words spoken casually, but I have avoided creating the situation ... would be enforced? would certainly depended on the nature of the two stupid words above, but now I'm wondering how it could have been. They are crap squared.

ps peasant girl in the drawing is not as beautiful as the real one, but after all is normal, we need to catch a really nice ass. They are shit cubed.