Nervosismo, pomeriggio incasinato, programma non fatto.
La tecnologia e il non credito che ci si mette di mezzo.
E ti arrabbi, rispondi male, chiudi le comunicazioni e ti butti sul letto, rannicchiato, solo tu e la tua testolina del cavolo.
Mandi messaggi di getto, non sai cosa pensare, chiami 1 2 3 persone che ovviamente non ti rispondono, prendi la Canon e le chiavi della macchina. Hai mente di fare una cosa, ma salta, e giri di qua e giri di là , a caso, dove ti porta la strada..
E man mano che la luce si abbassa non sai più perché e con chi sei arrabbiato. E ti arrabbi ancora di più con te stesso per esserti arrabbiato.
Poi un messaggio, diviso in due. E una telefonata. Le lacrime scorrono. Metti in moto e questa volta sai dove andare. Guardi nello specchietto e ti fermi. E scendi dalla macchina. Un cielo azzurro e rosa ti sta dolcemente salutando.
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Fiat Adventure by Leo Burnett
Altra pubblicità decisamente carina, simpatica e ben fatta per Fiat Argentina. Perché da noi le campagne di Fiat, soprattutto le stampate, sono semplicemente tremende?


Get out of the world you live in
Advertising Agency: Leo Burnett, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Chief Creative Directors: Seto Olivieri, Pablo Capara
Creative Directors: Luis Sanchez Zinny, Carmelo Maselli
Art Directors: Ammiel Fazzari, Carmelo Maselli
Copywriters: Juan Ignacio Galardi, Matàas Eusebi, Luis Sanchez Zinny
Agency Producer: Mariana Haxell
Photographer: Juan Mathe (argentinafoto)
Account Director: Hernà¡n Cuà±ado
Account Executive: Emanuel Abeijon
Published: June 2008
Via Ads of the World
Welcome to heartbreak
Artist: KANYE WEST feat. Kid Cudi
Song: Welcome to Heartbreak
Director: NABIL nabilphotography.com
Editor: Ryan Bartley
Post: Ghost Town Media
Producer: Kathleen Heffernan
Label: Island Def Jam
Production Co: Partizan
Il video è stato realizzato dalla Ghost Town Media, dopo “mesi di duro lavoro”, come scrivono sul loro sito. Il video è veramente bello. E no, quelli che si vedono non sono errori di compressione, ma effetti grafici voluti. Sbalorditivo. E sarei curioso di sapere quali programmi hanno usato e come hanno lavorato…
Interessanti anche molti altri lavori della casa di produzione, tra cui il video di “Help Me” degli Alcaline Trio.
In caso di emergenza
Ecco, lo ammetto, l’ho fatto.
Dopo aver inizializzato un mac per la prima volta (e devo dire che ora il buon Leo è molto più scattante.. forse perché non ha più qualcosa come 6 anni di file di configurazione/impostazione che arrivavano dal vecchio iBook col glorioso G4 by Motorola?), ho pure usato BootCamp per creare una partizione per Windows.
Già , sì, ok.. avevo VMWare per virtualizzarlo, però, ecco, a qualcuno poveva far comodo un po’ di potenza per dei render.
È andato tutto bene. E Windows (xp) funziona veramente velocemente sul buon Pro. Portatile prestato e render fatti.
Ma al riavvio in MacOS, orrore! Oltre al Macintosh HD, compariva pure un disco “Untitled”, formattato in NTFS da win. Lì, sulla scrivania, nella barra del finder, dentro al My Mac, ovunque!
E così, dopo un po’ di Google ho trovato il modo per non far montare il disco in automatico dal sistema.
Lo pubblico qui, per futura memoria o, se servisse a qualcuno, per avere le istruzioni in italiano.
Questi i procedimenti:
Aprire il Terminale (in HD > Applicazioni > Utility > Terminale) e digitare
diskutil list
Comparirà l’elenco di tutti i dischi (e partizioni) collegate al mac.
/dev/disk0
#: TYPE NAME SIZE IDENTIFIER
0: GUID_partition_scheme *149.1 Gi disk0
1: EFI 200.0 Mi disk0s1
2: Apple_HFS Macintosh HD 137.9 Gi disk0s2
3: Microsoft Basic Data 10.9 Gi disk0s3
Ora bisogna solo segnarsi l’identificatore del disco indicato come “Microsoft Basic Data” e successivamente digitare:
diskutil info identificatore_segnato_prima
Otterremo qualcosa di simile a questo:
Device Identifier: disk0s3 Device Node: /dev/disk0s3 Part Of Whole: disk0 Device / Media Name: Untitled Volume Name: Mount Point: File System: NTFS Partition Type: Microsoft Basic Data Bootable: Is bootable Media Type: Generic Protocol: SATA SMART Status: Verified Volume UUID: A7890B9A-9243-4C2C-9DE4-0C8846EE1A1D Total Size: 10.9 Gi (11653873664 B) (22761472 512-byte blocks) Free Space: 0.0 B (0 B) (0 512-byte blocks) Read Only: No Ejectable: No Whole: No Internal: Yes
Ora bisogna segnarsi il Volume UUID (nel mio caso A7890B9A-9243-4C2C-9DE4-0C8846EE1A1D).
Lanciamo pico per modificare il file di automount di MacOS così:
sudo pico /etc/fstab
Aggiungiamo questa riga
UUID=A7890B9A-9243-4C2C-9DE4-0C8846EE1A1D none ntfs ro,noauto 0 0
dove ovviamente A7890B9A-9243-4C2C-9DE4-0C8846EE1A1D va sostituito con l’UUID che avete trovato prima.
Ora salvare con control-x, dare un po’ di volte conferma e infine riavviare il Mac.
Et voilà ! Niente più HD sulla scrivania.
ATTENZIONE:
Prima di tutto, il file fstab indica quali partizioni e dischi sono montati all’avvio. Se qualcosa va storto, potrebbe essere non più possibile fare il boot in MacOS.
Inoltre il disco non comparirà neanche dalla lista dei drive di avvio in Preferenza di Sistema -> Disco di Avvio. Se vuoi avviare in Windows l’unico modo è quello di premere e tenere premuto il tasto Alt al momento del boong all’avvio del mac finchè non compare l’elenco dei dischi da cui poter fare il boot. Questa possibilità però non funziona con tastiere di terze parti o anche tastiere di Apple non vendute insieme al Mac.
Ricordo inoltre che questo metodo funziona solo con dischi formattati in NTFS. Con i dischi formattati in FAT non so come sia il procedimento.
HDR – That only works backward
A volte ci sono dei Meme carini, decisamente carini.
Direi che è il caso di questo.
Ecco il gioco:
Queste le regole:
1 – Cliccate qui: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
Il titolo del primo articolo random che vi capita è il nome della vostra band.2 – Cliccate qui: http://www.quotationspage.com/ (e poi su “Random Quotes” a sinistra)
Le ultime quattro o cinque parole dell’ultima citazione che vi appare sarà il titolo dell’album.3 – Cliccate qui: http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Terza immagine, non importa qual’è: quella sarà la copertina del vostro disco.4 – Con Photoshop, create la copertina del vostro disco di debutto.
4,5 -La prima lettera del tuo nome: usa il primo font sul tuo computer che inizia con la stessa lettera
Con la fortuna che mi ritrovo, la mia immagine (favolosa!) era ovviamente protetta e l’ho potuta scaricare solo in bassa risoluzione.
Carino il nome della band: HDR e veramente interessante il titolo dell’album, tratto da questa citazione.
Via Larvotto
e i troppi tag arrivati via FB dai miei colleghi di Bvs Beach
PS: credo si noti ma lo preciso lo stesso: non c’avevo proprio voglia di sbattermi…
Vicky
Lo so e lo ammetto.
Eppure quando ho visto questa foto… lei, la Vicky, mi sembrava proprio uno di quei figurini di moda. Ho collegato la tavoletta grafica e ho provato a fare qualcosa.
Non chiedetemi perché ho usato questo stile. Il risultato no, non mi piace. Semplicemente tremendo.
Però ora vado a letto. E poco alla volta, imparerò e migliorerò.
Helvetica Moleskine
Ok.
La necessito.
Ora e subito.

E non ditemi che sono fissato con l’Helvetica. Perché non è assolutamente vero.
Ovviamente sullo Store sono già finite. Perché non l’ho scoperto prima? In fondo le hanno messe in vendita semplicemente il giorno del mio compleanno!
Via I Love Typography
Via Nubby Twiglet
A Touch of Class
Ora chiudo YouTube, spengo il mac, vado a letto.
Perché io, lo ammetto, ho pure il cd (originale) degli ATC. Quasi quasi domani lo cerco e lo importo in iTunes e poi sull’iPod/iPhone.
You gonna have a shock
Non chiedetemi com’è possibiler recuperare dal cassetto dei ricordi questo video.
Voglia di prendere, uscire, ballare musica del genere. Sì, la dance, quella buona vecchia e cara dance anni ’90, che ha segnato la mia adolescenza (non che ora sia così tanto vecchio, però).
Basta con questa house fighetta, con questa techno tamarra, con questo drum’n’bass alternativo.
Ci vuole dance, dance e ancora dance!
Lasantha Wickramatunga: il testamento di un giornalista
In Sri Lanka c’è un mestiere, oltre a quello del soldato, che richiede il sacrificio della vita. È il lavoro del giornalista. Negli ultimi anni i mezzi d’informazione indipendenti hanno subìto un numero crescente di attacchi. Le loro sedi sono state bruciate, bombardate o chiuse. Molti giornalisti sono stati intimiditi, minacciati e uccisi. Per me è stato un onore appartenere a tutte queste categorie, in particolare, negli ultimi tempi, all’ultima.
Lavoro nel giornalismo da tanto tempo. Nel 2009 il Sunday Leader compie quindici anni.
In questo periodo sono cambiate molte cose nello Sri Lanka, soprattutto in peggio. Siamo nel pieno di una guerra civile combattuta da individui assetati di sangue. Il terrore, che venga dei terroristi o dallo stato è all’ordine del giorno. L’omicidio è il principale strumento con cui lo stato tenta di controllare chi difende le libertà civili. Oggi sono i giornalisti, domani saranno i giudici.
Il Sunday Leader è un giornale controverso perché noi chiamiamo le cose con il loro nome. Non usiamo eufemismi. I nostri articoli d’inchiesta si basano su prove documentate ottenute grazie al senso civico dei cittadini, che ci fanno arrivare il materiale correndo dei grossi rischi. Ogni giornale ha il taglio, e noi non nascondiamo il nostro. Ci impegniamo perché lo Sri Lanka diventi una democrazia trasparente, laica e libera. Trasparente perché il governo deve rispondere al popolo e non abusare della sua fiducia. Laica perché, in una società multietnica e multiculturale come la nostra, il laicismo è l’unico terreno comune. Liberale perché tutti gli esseri umani sono diversi e vanno accettati per quello che sono. E democratico: se c’è bisogno che vi spieghi perché, è meglio che smettiate di comprare questo giornale.
Il Sunday Leader non si è mai nascosto dietro alle opinioni della maggioranza. Abbiamo sostenuto che il terrorismo separatista va debellato ma che è più importante analizzarne le cause. Ci siamo anche battuti contro il terrorismo di stato nella cosiddetta guerra al terrore e non abbiamo taciuto il nostro orrore per il fatto che lo Sri Lanka è l’unico paese al mondo che bombarda regolarmente i suoi cittadini. Per questo siamo stati definiti traditori. Ma se questo è tradimento, allora ne siamo orgogliosi.
La nostra ostilità per la guerra non deve essere confusa con il sostegno delle Tigri. Le Tigri per la liberazione della patria Tamil (Ltte) sono una delle organizzazioni più spietate e sanguinarie del mondo e vanno eliminate. Tuttavia, combatterle violando i diritti dei cittadini tamil, bombardandoli e uccidendoli senza pietà , non solo è sbagliato ma disonora i singalesi. L’occupazione militare del nord e dell’est del paese costringeranno i tamil di quelle zone a vivere per sempre come cittadini di serie B. Non pensate di poterli placare ricoprendoli di “sviluppo” e ricostruzione” dopo la guerra. Le ferite si segneranno per sempre. Si sa che sono stato brutalmente aggredito in due occasioni e che, in una terza, hanno sparato raffiche di mitragliatrice contro casa mia. Malgrado le ipocrite dichiarazioni del governo, la polizia non ha mai aperto un’indagine seria per scoprire chi fossero gli autori delle aggressioni, ancora a piede libero. Ho motivo di credere che tutti e tre gli episodi siano stati ispirati dal governo. Quando sarò ucciso, il responsabile sarà il governo.
Ricordatevi questo: il Sunday leader esiste per voi, che siate singalesi, tamil, musulmani, di casta bassa, omosessuali, dissidenti o invalidi. Il suo staff continuerà a lottare, indomito e senza paura, con il coraggio a cui siete abituati. Non date per scontato questo impegno.
Sia ben chiaro che qualunque sacrificio facciamo noi giornalisti, non è per la gloria o per l’arricchimento personale: è per voi. Che lo meritiate o meno è un’altra questione. Quanto a me, Dio solo sa se ci ho provato.
Lasantha Wickramatunga
Lasantha Wickramatunga, chief editor del Sunday Leader, è stato ucciso l’8 gennaio 2009, mentre si stava recando in ufficio.
Quello riportato sopra è il suo editoriale postumo.
Update: Qui sotto, la versione integrale in inglese. Perché non l’ho trovata prima!?
No other profession calls on its practitioners to lay down their lives for their art save the armed forces and, in Sri Lanka, journalism. In the course of the past few years, the independent media have increasingly come under attack. Electronic and print-media institutions have been burnt, bombed, sealed and coerced. Countless journalists have been harassed, threatened and killed. It has been my honour to belong to all those categories and now especially the last.
I have been in the business of journalism a good long time. Indeed, 2009 will be The Sunday Leader’s 15th year. Many things have changed in Sri Lanka during that time, and it does not need me to tell you that the greater part of that change has been for the worse. We find ourselves in the midst of a civil war ruthlessly prosecuted by protagonists whose bloodlust knows no bounds. Terror, whether perpetrated by terrorists or the state, has become the order of the day. Indeed, murder has become the primary tool whereby the state seeks to control the organs of liberty. Today it is the journalists, tomorrow it will be the judges. For neither group have the risks ever been higher or the stakes lower.
Why then do we do it? I often wonder that. After all, I too am a husband, and the father of three wonderful children. I too have responsibilities and obligations that transcend my profession, be it the law or journalism. Is it worth the risk? Many people tell me it is not. Friends tell me to revert to the bar, and goodness knows it offers a better and safer livelihood. Others, including political leaders on both sides, have at various times sought to induce me to take to politics, going so far as to offer me ministries of my choice. Diplomats, recognising the risk journalists face in Sri Lanka, have offered me safe passage and the right of residence in their countries. Whatever else I may have been stuck for, I have not been stuck for choice.
But there is a calling that is yet above high office, fame, lucre and security. It is the call of conscience.
The Sunday Leader has been a controversial newspaper because we say it like we see it: whether it be a spade, a thief or a murderer, we call it by that name. We do not hide behind euphemism. The investigative articles we print are supported by documentary evidence thanks to the public-spiritedness of citizens who at great risk to themselves pass on this material to us. We have exposed scandal after scandal, and never once in these 15 years has anyone proved us wrong or successfully prosecuted us.
The free media serve as a mirror in which the public can see itself sans mascara and styling gel. From us you learn the state of your nation, and especially its management by the people you elected to give your children a better future. Sometimes the image you see in that mirror is not a pleasant one. But while you may grumble in the privacy of your armchair, the journalists who hold the mirror up to you do so publicly and at great risk to themselves. That is our calling, and we do not shirk it.
Every newspaper has its angle, and we do not hide the fact that we have ours. Our commitment is to see Sri Lanka as a transparent, secular, liberal democracy. Think about those words, for they each has profound meaning. Transparent because government must be openly accountable to the people and never abuse their trust. Secular because in a multi-ethnic and multi-cultural society such as ours, secularism offers the only common ground by which we might all be united. Liberal because we recognise that all human beings are created different, and we need to accept others for what they are and not what we would like them to be. And democratic… well, if you need me to explain why that is important, you’d best stop buying this paper.
The Sunday Leader has never sought safety by unquestioningly articulating the majority view. Let’s face it, that is the way to sell newspapers. On the contrary, as our opinion pieces over the years amply demonstrate, we often voice ideas that many people find distasteful. For example, we have consistently espoused the view that while separatist terrorism must be eradicated, it is more important to address the root causes of terrorism, and urged government to view Sri Lanka’s ethnic strife in the context of history and not through the telescope of terrorism. We have also agitated against state terrorism in the so-called war against terror, and made no secret of our horror that Sri Lanka is the only country in the world routinely to bomb its own citizens. For these views we have been labelled traitors, and if this be treachery, we wear that label proudly.
Many people suspect that The Sunday Leader has a political agenda: it does not. If we appear more critical of the government than of the opposition it is only because we believe that – pray excuse cricketing argot – there is no point in bowling to the fielding side. Remember that for the few years of our existence in which the UNP was in office, we proved to be the biggest thorn in its flesh, exposing excess and corruption wherever it occurred. Indeed, the steady stream of embarrassing expos‚s we published may well have served to precipitate the downfall of that government.
Neither should our distaste for the war be interpreted to mean that we support the Tigers. The LTTE are among the most ruthless and bloodthirsty organisations ever to have infested the planet. There is no gainsaying that it must be eradicated. But to do so by violating the rights of Tamil citizens, bombing and shooting them mercilessly, is not only wrong but shames the Sinhalese, whose claim to be custodians of the dhamma is forever called into question by this savagery, much of which is unknown to the public because of censorship.
What is more, a military occupation of the country’s north and east will require the Tamil people of those regions to live eternally as second-class citizens, deprived of all self respect. Do not imagine that you can placate them by showering “development” and “reconstruction” on them in the post-war era. The wounds of war will scar them forever, and you will also have an even more bitter and hateful Diaspora to contend with. A problem amenable to a political solution will thus become a festering wound that will yield strife for all eternity. If I seem angry and frustrated, it is only because most of my countrymen – and all of the government – cannot see this writing so plainly on the wall.
It is well known that I was on two occasions brutally assaulted, while on another my house was sprayed with machine-gun fire. Despite the government’s sanctimonious assurances, there was never a serious police inquiry into the perpetrators of these attacks, and the attackers were never apprehended. In all these cases, I have reason to believe the attacks were inspired by the government. When finally I am killed, it will be the government that kills me.
The irony in this is that, unknown to most of the public, Mahinda and I have been friends for more than a quarter century. Indeed, I suspect that I am one of the few people remaining who routinely addresses him by his first name and uses the familiar Sinhala address oya when talking to him. Although I do not attend the meetings he periodically holds for newspaper editors, hardly a month passes when we do not meet, privately or with a few close friends present, late at night at President’s House. There we swap yarns, discuss politics and joke about the good old days. A few remarks to him would therefore be in order here.
Mahinda, when you finally fought your way to the SLFP presidential nomination in 2005, nowhere were you welcomed more warmly than in this column. Indeed, we broke with a decade of tradition by referring to you throughout by your first name. So well known were your commitments to human rights and liberal values that we ushered you in like a breath of fresh air. Then, through an act of folly, you got yourself involved in the Helping Hambantota scandal. It was after a lot of soul-searching that we broke the story, at the same time urging you to return the money. By the time you did so several weeks later, a great blow had been struck to your reputation. It is one you are still trying to live down.
You have told me yourself that you were not greedy for the presidency. You did not have to hanker after it: it fell into your lap. You have told me that your sons are your greatest joy, and that you love spending time with them, leaving your brothers to operate the machinery of state. Now, it is clear to all who will see that that machinery has operated so well that my sons and daughter do not themselves have a father.
In the wake of my death I know you will make all the usual sanctimonious noises and call upon the police to hold a swift and thorough inquiry. But like all the inquiries you have ordered in the past, nothing will come of this one, too. For truth be told, we both know who will be behind my death, but dare not call his name. Not just my life, but yours too, depends on it.
Sadly, for all the dreams you had for our country in your younger days, in just three years you have reduced it to rubble. In the name of patriotism you have trampled on human rights, nurtured unbridled corruption and squandered public money like no other President before you. Indeed, your conduct has been like a small child suddenly let loose in a toyshop. That analogy is perhaps inapt because no child could have caused so much blood to be spilled on this land as you have, or trampled on the rights of its citizens as you do. Although you are now so drunk with power that you cannot see it, you will come to regret your sons having so rich an inheritance of blood. It can only bring tragedy. As for me, it is with a clear conscience that I go to meet my Maker. I wish, when your time finally comes, you could do the same. I wish.
As for me, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I walked tall and bowed to no man. And I have not travelled this journey alone. Fellow journalists in other branches of the media walked with me: most of them are now dead, imprisoned without trial or exiled in far-off lands. Others walk in the shadow of death that your Presidency has cast on the freedoms for which you once fought so hard. You will never be allowed to forget that my death took place under your watch. As anguished as I know you will be, I also know that you will have no choice but to protect my killers: you will see to it that the guilty one is never convicted. You have no choice. I feel sorry for you, and Shiranthi will have a long time to spend on her knees when next she goes for Confession for it is not just her owns sins which she must confess, but those of her extended family that keeps you in office.
As for the readers of The Sunday Leader, what can I say but Thank You for supporting our mission. We have espoused unpopular causes, stood up for those too feeble to stand up for themselves, locked horns with the high and mighty so swollen with power that they have forgotten their roots, exposed corruption and the waste of your hard-earned tax rupees, and made sure that whatever the propaganda of the day, you were allowed to hear a contrary view. For this I – and my family – have now paid the price that I have long known I will one day have to pay. I am – and have always been – ready for that. I have done nothing to prevent this outcome: no security, no precautions. I want my murderer to know that I am not a coward like he is, hiding behind human shields while condemning thousands of innocents to death. What am I among so many? It has long been written that my life would be taken, and by whom. All that remains to be written is when.
That The Sunday Leader will continue fighting the good fight, too, is written. For I did not fight this fight alone. Many more of us have to be – and will be – killed before The Leader is laid to rest. I hope my assassination will be seen not as a defeat of freedom but an inspiration for those who survive to step up their efforts. Indeed, I hope that it will help galvanise forces that will usher in a new era of human liberty in our beloved motherland. I also hope it will open the eyes of your President to the fact that however many are slaughtered in the name of patriotism, the human spirit will endure and flourish. Not all the Rajapakses combined can kill that.
People often ask me why I take such risks and tell me it is a matter of time before I am bumped off. Of course I know that: it is inevitable. But if we do not speak out now, there will be no one left to speak for those who cannot, whether they be ethnic minorities, the disadvantaged or the persecuted. An example that has inspired me throughout my career in journalism has been that of the German theologian, Martin Niem”ller. In his youth he was an anti-Semite and an admirer of Hitler. As Nazism took hold in Germany, however, he saw Nazism for what it was: it was not just the Jews Hitler sought to extirpate, it was just about anyone with an alternate point of view. Niem”ller spoke out, and for his trouble was incarcerated in the Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps from 1937 to 1945, and very nearly executed. While incarcerated, Niem”ller wrote a poem that, from the first time I read it in my teenage years, stuck hauntingly in my mind:
First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.
If you remember nothing else, remember this: The Leader is there for you, be you Sinhalese, Tamil, Muslim, low-caste, homosexual, dissident or disabled. Its staff will fight on, unbowed and unafraid, with the courage to which you have become accustomed. Do not take that commitment for granted. Let there be no doubt that whatever sacrifices we journalists make, they are not made for our own glory or enrichment: they are made for you. Whether you deserve their sacrifice is another matter. As for me, God knows I tried.
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