Saturday, January 27, 2007

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2007 Spring Time on Campus (Live)

Education in America, The Vault and panty Paris Hilton


Two February Groundhog Day, Groundhog Day . In 1993, the snooty journalist Bill Murray (aka Phil ) wakes up in a motel in Punxsutawney, the inescapable sound of I Got You Babe of Sonny and Cher, to discover that he was trapped in time, meteorological and physical, a tiny town in Pennsylvania, here, as the conclusion of one of the most ingenious plots and irritants in the history of cinema, would eventually abdicate his flattery to marry the charming Andy McDowell. It is one of the many nightmares / dreams that fascinate Hollywood and the Americans.







The idea is this: the woodchuck (aka Phil ) is traditionally head from his hole in quell'impronunciabile lost site of the American province on February 2 of each year. If he sees his shadow on the snow, gets scared and goes back into the den, which means six more weeks of bad weather. Conversely, spring comes the notes of Pennsylvania Polka.

Just for completeness, yesterday, according to the official event website (http://www.groundhog.org/prediction/), Phil ha dichiarato quanto segue


Phil Says Spring is Right Around the Corner!

Phil's official forecast as read 2/2/07 at 7:28 a.m. at Gobbler's Knob:

El Nino has caused high winds, heavy snow, ice and freezing temperatures in the west.
Here in the East with much mild winter weather we have been blessed.

Global warming has caused a great debate.
This mild winter makes it seem just great.

On this Groundhog Day we think of one thing.
Will we have winter or will we have spring?

On Gobbler's Knob I see no shadow today.
I predict That early spring is on the way.



But when ever! This year, the Chicago Tribune had spoken of the 'warmest winter in the history of the United States: two months of good weather after the early December storm that has shut down all airports in the Midwest, Christmas without snow and so on ... But the groundhog revenge is a dish to be enjoyed cold, even frozen. And with his statements, the rodent damage adds to the mockery!


Here they call him (ironically) Spring Semester, the only thing I know is that since the beginning, has started to snow and the temperature has stabilized at -19 ° C: the fact that we are still clinging to Fahrenheit in a poor degree above zero, does not mean that the food is snow everywhere, because now it is high, we come from all directions, and gradually penetrate into the brain, and prevents you from thinking that this will be to define a rational person whose business is zero, the term blank? And the forecast said that next week we will spend well below the soles of Dr. Fahrenheit. And ugly. All the fault of Lake Michigan. Luckily tonight is the Super Bowl in Miami.

If schools are closed (in part because the bus drivers drive from fear), the university on the other hand works a treat: as the car access in this area is very limited and the roads are still "spalabili", the campus offers an immaculate whiteness (the Snow becomes dirty mush or melt) only builds up, day after day, like under the eaves of the stalactites. The impression is very strange. Although Switzerland, the Alps, Cervinia, I had never seen so much snow in the plains and such a relentless fall and accumulate. It seems that there is a psychological phenomenon, known on campus, where, before the Spring Break, students and professors fall into a deep sleep completely nonreactive, they just eat and stay warm watching the snow flakes, near the fireplace. As for the squirrels, who should go to sleep, they turn to the peaceful campus, and if you get close, maybe even bite you.

What we have learned? Chip and Dale in hibernation? But when ever ... And other animals? one of my fellow Texan, told me that snakes down there, names that only contain as rattlesnake venom, threats or metaphorical sound like a rattlesnake (Rattlers), the snake of the five steps or seven seconds, they are absolutely harmless to the cause most allergies. In short, little more than snakes. A friend just returned from Miami, told me of his experiences on the reef at the poolside Atlantic. His physique, abundant, making it an attractive prey for any living carnivore who hangs out under water, but the shark that says he has not met if the yarn is not even a smear, along with a lady and her children had fun watching a bunch of barracuda, who once ate a cow (always and invariably that cattle) in two minutes (never a second more or less). Probably, under the sea, they give you lessons on Nutrictional Facts humans, or teach you that their diet makes them fat but inedible. But the manta that he had probably forgotten crossed quills at home ... In short, Tex, Sergio Leone, John Wayne: all nonsense. Look, I just say that piranhas and alligators are man's best friend. Years and years of biology, geography ... antianimalista a conspiracy that increases the sense of fear in which, according to Michael Moore, we are surrounded by a Corporation. In other words, conscious dogs and cats, canaries and goldfish is they who drive the neo-imperialist strategy. And I, in a revival of old hobbies, I have a litter of Betta Splendens , you never know.



But back to the ripe fruit of evolution, that we, the rational animals, particularly in this case to 'homo sapiens americanus communis, analyzed the habitat of the university campus, during preletargica.


A pregnant colleague informs me of the debate shaking his family, two weeks after delivery (delivery , the same paro the c h using to deliver the pizza, 20 minutes for it, ten to hand, a moderately successful comic has a nice set of playing strips sull'equivoco): because the people here are married during his college years , come across several "pods" around the campus, and then the children's names are in the top ten most of the discussions involved. In this case, contending the girl near the finish line were two parties, on the one hand, in favor of Courtney (including dad) and other supporters of Paris, that the party of mother. Recently, the Observer, the official newspaper of the campus, has published a survey of five students "who made Paris Hilton into pieces, but like socialism, like the name, regardless of its practical achievements. Among the hundred names of the most successful last year in the U.S., the former are, respectively, for the girls and for children Aidan Grace. The list includes, however, a significant number of Jewish names, where Ethan, Noah and Caleb (three names for the perfect little man with the squeaky voice that v in western ede) stand out among the top five, the wide range of Irish names, many surnames as first names used : Logan, Parker, Carter, Kennedy (the latter for girls), then there are states and cities, all female (Savannah, Brooklyn, Peyton, Dakota, Madison, Montana - v'immmaginate the psychological effect of finding a ico days Basilicata? there are always some abbreviations, Bases, Silica, Cathy), there are also unexpected names such as: Hunter (Hunter), Maddox (who knows medicine for the stomach), Brody (masculine), while in the next several years girls respond to those who call Alyssa, Aaliyah, Cadence (!), Skylar, MacKenna, there are challenging names like Trinity, Faith, Hope (but there is neither Love nor Charity ...). There are all the evangelists except Mark. The only Italian name is Janet, but I think it is a distortion. In any case, save one, in abbreviated form: the five members of my department are together sixteen letters. The full name is used only by mothers to blame the children, "William Washington Armstrong, look what you've done! "Sure, you'd expect Oprah, Nicole, Hillary, George ... but missing its celebrities. But the celebrity will be discussed later. If you want to remove them a little 'magic, translate their names: Who are James Brown, Tom Hanks, Daniel
Bruno, Robert Hope, Judith Garland,
James Taylor, Paul Simon , John Ford, Anthony Regina, Tom Cruise, Renzo Bird, Sara Stone, Edward Potato Laura Farm, Stephanie Swift, Bobo Guglielmi? Charm of the English language!

And, speaking of celebrities, expect For 2007, the third son of Julia Roberts (in addition to the twins Hazel and Phinnaeus, after Julia Roberts played her in Italian, nice), the third son of Tiger Woods (poetically, of the Tiger Woods) and the first of Lindsay Davenport (sofa), all scheduled for June.

And so I am not surprised in meeting Brianna, Delaney, Reagan, Mackenzie, right in the face to face I gave two lectures to students (freshman ) on campus. Nothing that a simple change, a favor for a friend. I have to say, but I have received authoritative confirmation by the natives, that the image of the classroom was very similar to that of a first year of high school: do you think of "Goodbye, Mr. Holland" just to understand each other? One mother told me: "in fact the school is done for fun, you know, kind of getting drunk, making silly things, and then High Schools here are very different, then the top college at least serves to make all equal, people who come from different schools from different states "including Alaska, Hawaii, Idaho, Texas. Maine ...

Both reasons seem reasonable, and explain many things: first, because in fact the curriculum, which involves one or more majors and one or more minors, can understand (with) materials engineering, medicine, philosophy, literature Irish ancient economy, and end that you are a pre-med, and send you to Mexico (honest!, which is more candid to say "I swear, believe me") with the title of doctor and coat, and maybe even save some lives , having studied only general biology and chemistry, but not knowing anything about anatomy, pathology, or whatever you know you man.

the way, remember that in the last series of Happy Days, Fonzie taught in high school and in fact it was not clear when Richie, Potsie and Ralph had left high school to college? Of course, this does not apply everywhere, but if you want a fun caricature (but not much), the average school education in the U.S., you have to rent the DVD Napoleon Dynamite, can be found in Italy, but at least you have to see it twice because the first sight will seem absurd. This they did, that the Americans, is not ours. No evil injury-European.

matter so supple, Introduction to Philosophy I, was divided (based on pure randomness bureaucratic) into two classes, totally independent of each other and both made up of 31 freshman of both sexes ( strange: no claim of freshwoman , at a university in which some famous monologues represent the last century has become a point of pride and conflict).

Here's my small experience. In both classes, the scene was the same and the same script and actors.

1. A small mountain man in the back row, with limited language skills, but instead a member of the football team, and since we are talking about the Irish , that a stadium of 100,000 people, has to be someone who knows her on (sports): the system forces him to study philosophy in order to remain on the team (think black boy playing the drum in the school band Mr. Holland to play on the football team? He died in Vietnam .. . by the way). The student's attitude was "I'm sorry if they are here, but it's not my fault "
2. One row below, the middle and is what it feels like the coolest (
cool ) of the world, and tries to prove it rumbling in all ways possible, making payment to the prof. in order to disrupt the lesson and / or attract the attention of
3. the vacant-eyed blonde, masking 20kb intelligence, and that is a front line in the row next ; on the eyes, the smile and the whole budget of default of the girl, nothing to say, seems to have been thrown there by the stage of Miss Ohio: I think that she "no games" seem silly, but who can get inside a neuron?
4. in the first row is the nerd
with old clothes and goggles, we guesses all the answers and in the end you do not know which questions to answer
5. beside him, the girl with the sunny smile, but the philosophy does not want to know anything, nods as if he understood everything, is at the end of the lesson and you down with a question like, but Plato was a Catholic?
6. To the left of the chair, two guys who have long lost all hope of understanding the lessons, a test
stoically taking notes (ironically he does not know what that means, even if we talk about ancient philosophy), the other dedicated to the pictorial representation the female body, hidden under the hood of his sweatshirt, both almost horizontally on their chairs.
7. On the opposite side, the student
random , capable of anything with good intentions (for example, getting up to go to the blackboard and write what "he" suddenly realized the benefit of the class and without that no one tells 'he asked.)

Around these characters fixed, rotate the two types of basic human
gregarious and solitary, or if you want , in philosophical language, the Community and individualism, which fill the gaps, to the number of 29, generally good, well-educated, maybe someone is wearing pajamas and slippers comes directly from the dorm. There remain two, probably the most intelligent, a boy and a girl, she invariably placed on the left (the girls always tend to be on the left of the prof.) And the right guy, their limit is that they are very shy, characters or geographical origin. I feel that would be made for each other if they were not terrified by the idea of \u200b\u200beye contact.

discussing with my colleague, the next day, we can immediately identify who they are, despite not having been present at any time in the same class (he was out of town , so why I was there), which seems to show that there are two laws, the first that brings certain characters to be distributed geographically in the same way (the law "at the bottom of the last," that is the first grade and above) and the second for which acquired the site in the first lesson you can not change it anymore: we are not Val-Mart.

This is still the world of raw freshmen, that next year will become sophomores , whose clothing is worn when they appear juniors, and that will make their development in knowledge and the parallel decline in clothing as seniors. We salute finally graduates after four years as . Here begins what is properly the university, but it is a difficult subject and, in fact, I cite an authoritative source "here in Notre Dame who is the university really are undergrad." So put aside Grad Students, Law School, Medical School and many more.

Now, it's good to know that if the 'high school is the infancy of the American high school, the college , or at least the first two years, as discussed above, it is adolescence, so as any teenager, the young student tries to show its strength and its value, opportune et importune , greek hero through the two arts: the dialectic and the power, in short, written and verbal conflict (law and journalism) and sports. There now have been achieved equal opportunities, if we exclude that the girl is given the exclusive football while the girls it almost completely (no one is surprised) the procurement of cheerleading (ie support the team on the sideline, with appropriate songs, accompanied by the band).

And then two points seem important. The study and those extracurricular activities.

The thread that binds together the first and the other is the duel (remember Noon? ): the American student can just raise your hand and asks you a question ("Can I ask a question? Shoot, shoot , says the prof.) Hitting almost always the point. You have in front of" the demand faster in the Midwest. "and think for a moment, that the school can be reborn in Athens in the north of Indianapolis. It is also true that if you make a counter-question, discover huge chasms of ignorance, no matter who has everything the knowledge? "The important thing, with the knowledge, you know how to use" is the fundamental principle of American pragmatism and Google. There will always be an area of \u200b\u200bhuman knowledge where you Idiot , without the worry of high school general European (which is not seen, but peeps in Italian brain when you least expect it), live peaceful and at the right time to fill that gap. The only real problem is with students who do not want to fill the gap, but simply to fight for the sake of it. Those are really irritating. They are young and willing arrogant that they peck in the western suffered their bullet, or if they are stupid and bad, you throw them against the gang from the suburbs. Few, thankfully, and after all, the epic of American education is precisely the achievement of these subjects. We have succeeded Sidney Poitiers, Michelle Pfeiffer, Sean Connery and, several times, Robin Williams.

In the meantime, however, the duel between the teacher and the student is dismissed and the class is automatically split into pro, con and bettors. The student immediately after class, going to buy his "Nietzsche for Dummies" or seek help Wikipedia . His motto is the prayer of an ascetic American "God, make me patient, But hurry." Having established that Julian 's Apostate is not Justinian, the battle can begin: the first touchdown is yours, but the game is long. And the rules are fixed, whether of boys of girls, because in both the Heart of the Old West. That has specific rules. Just read Do not Squat With Yer Spurs On! A Cowboy's Guide To Life, Texas Bix Bender. Here is the code of the West: "Write it in your heart. Restagli faithful, and he will remain faithful. Asks you and give you more honesty, courage, loyalty, generosity and justice."

In this battle, brave and loyal, you know that "there never was a horse that has not been tamed, but not a man who has not been knocked out of the saddle," that "the length of a conversation says nothing about the volume of the brain "and that" no matter who said it, and if you can not believe it 'absurd'. Instead, "The reviews are wise by experience, and a lot of experience comes from bad judgments" that "speaks softly, speak slowly, and not say too much." At the same time, "do not be angry with those who know more 'about you: not' his fault". With this and other rules of wisdom and conduct, in the end you face, whether as a sweatshirt or watered-port flip-flops, the impassive face of a poker player, the security of a bounty hunter, who hides a secret , which may be his salvation or his end. Every American in nature preserves in the depths of the mystery of Humphrey Bogart behind the narrow slits of blue Clint Eastwood. It matters little if it 'a girl.

Journalism the duel is conducted by other means, is the great cultural activities and aspirations of every young idealistic American, who was born lawyer and / or journalist. The intersection of law and journalism or investigative journalism is one of the favorite dishes served at the American cinema. And the college is the place where, at least the first two activities may be conducted in an end in itself, having fun, for Their Own Sake , as they say, and without too much damage. Unfortunately, the lawyer and journalist, once off campus, they become individuals with the worst reputation in the country, due largely to the cynicism required to make their way through the crowd, there is an infinite series of film on the theme: Home, Hero, Mr. Deeds, to name a few. Lawyers are a target of one of the most witty strips of the moment, non sequitur. For some of them should resurrect the old Bounty Killers. Of course, if you do not want to be a shark, you could always do the hunger as a pro bono lawyer , and starve in Brooklyn complete with a diploma from Harvard Law School, or be the hero of the novels by Grisham or protagonist of true stories like Edward R. Murrow. But it takes strong.

I remain of the idea at the time, that the function of college at least here and at least the first two years, is to fill the gaps, to shape a national education, perhaps only the engineers must now begin to study seriously (but 'then earn immediately and seriously), and acquire a certain esprit de corps that somehow manages to change the structure of anthropological wimps and Barbarians and their female counterparts (for this distinction, I refer to two articles by Terrence Moore, WIMPs (spineless) and Barbarians and Heather's Compromise , very sharp though perhaps with some cliche 'a little' assume the role of the weaker sex in society ', are available on the Internet, just search with Google).

In its content, basic education plan, with a very familiar story in crisis (maybe we'll talk again), do not seem to know how to get on, at least in the humanities . Carry as Chris Spellman writes, on ' Observer last week, with a brilliant argument that makes the situation peacefully.

"It's a common scene early in the semester: students at Their computers, shuffling around Their classes, Sometimes adding or dropping a course Another. In an attempt to Fulfill the University literature, music or history requirement, a student will scroll through the course descriptions searching for an interesting, or - at the very least - easy, class. It was through this search that a friend alerted me of certain disconcerting choices being offered to fulfill those requirements.

One such class fulfilling the literature requirement in the English Department is called "Decadent Modernity" (ENGL 20405). A glace at the course description reveals that the course aims "to explore visions of decadence spanning the last two centuries and more." Students are instructed to "bring a tolerance for the grotesque and for authors who deliberately challenge deeply held Western attitudes about morality and values." Several "literary texts, visual arts and modern cinema" are to be considered, but the "conceptual groundwork" is to be laid with Freud and Nietzsche.

I choose this particular class - there are several others - because I feel it well exemplifies many of the humanities courses being offered at universities across the nation. These courses appeal to students' anti-authoritarian tendencies to draw them, ironically, to a not particularly tolerant, alternative orthodoxy. "Sticking it to the man," as some have put it, does not necessarily imply liberation, for what if the new "man" who replaces the old one brings even worse tyranny?

There must always be a "man," an authority, and those who claim to free us from all authority in reality bind us to their own. Yes, rejecting traditional values sounds enticing, but this proposition raises an i mportant question: what new set of values will replace the old ones we are so emphatically encouraged to abandon?

(...) An education such as this, of course, prepares us, in a strange but certain way, to be the leaders of the Twenty-First century, to carry on the torch -there was a torch somewhere, wasn't there? - and, in general terms, to achieve the new, recasted American dream: becoming filthy rich without getting caught."



Come al solito, non basta qualche aforisma per traghettarci happily beyond the 'good and evil. And then you end up almost always to stay in mid-stream, if not the shifting sands.
America is completing an inventory of past transgression of which he is tired and that put it on the ropes. One of the advantages of college is that it still has the ability to withstand the failure of most current generation shortage teacher, at least judging by the programs. The college, with its extra-curricular activities (band, sports, orchestras, choirs, activities of solidarity), but also for its intrinsic structure of socialization and commitment, has the potential to allow young students who have painted before passing the limits educational, but above all, may be an opportunity to rebuild a web of meaningful connections that many kids today do not have behind them.

With all due respect to my grandmother, I've never been thrilled with the idea of \u200b\u200ba "regime of exercise and I am not fond of the events in which the demonstration of physical strength to demonstrate the value of a political cause. All too often ends up is a show of strength without any content, and strength, without goals, you may end up hurt. Here, however, not talking about the political value of the exercise, which inspires the order, obedience, sense of authority ... maybe it 's so, to me, however, is unconvincing.
I seem to see Here's something I look different, which affects the daily life of those guys that I found myself in class and who do not share a common faith, but a way to live together. The great thing about college is that you are alive, must in some cases for two years, sometimes Separated from your family, although studies in the same city. The mothers are often the most aggressive in supporting the system. "At least Bob brings the laundry at home!" "Because her mother is a spineless." Every so often we only see a father who secretly goes to see his daughter, who scolds him harshly and then to apologize in front of the Friends of the weaknesses of their parents.

In college you can be yourself, "doing things with others. "Doing things together, five girls dressed in the same way they run on snow and by involving other road to follow, a sense of community that is embedded in American culture, awakening the experience of belonging, solidarity, friendship. Prepare for life in family and in wider society. Requires a balance you get with wisdom.

When walking around campus, I happen to think a few times to Magnificent Seven, the American gymnastics team at the Atlanta Olympics, 1996: I owe it to my sister Elizabeth's favor letting me memorize pictures of what happened on that occasion. United States and Russia were playing the team gold in the final. Russia was ahead because he was stronger, Dominique Moceanu and Shannon Miller, the most talented American, had been lost to road remained Allison Kerri Strug, the oldest group (19 years), but unfortunately, in the previous step had sustained an injury He was confident that with his performance at the end of his swing, he would have broken his ankle. Sure enough it blows, but to do what he would be forever defined the Vault and get a point, you must not think of the consequences is not something you can do pro forma , an act of presence. You have to do everything as if nothing will happen, even though you know that after that run behind the jump, you wait, for sure, pain, renunciation of the fruits of years of sacrifice and the end of your career. After a look at the companions and the coach who had urged to give up, was playing the run, vault, landing with breaking face-smile-grimace. 9, 712. The images of coach Bela Karolyi, who takes away the emotion. to do well the accounts, the U.S. would have won anyway, because the Russians who were mistaken after their jumps. But they could not do the accounts. It was little more than a decade ago. "Spark Plug", which obviously could not participate in individual competitions for the next few days, devotes much time to his family, his brother and sister (also addicted to the gym) and his friends. "My parents taught me to be a good person and to value education," says what is now 'a beautiful girl of 30 years, blaming a certain coldness of her boyfriend in this field and in religious practice ( she is an observant Jew). His biography says that after "The Vault" has completed his studies at UCLA, "they can not compete in professional competitions in gymnastics, he worked as team manager, a role that has relegated behind the scenes of his world. went on to Stanford. After graduation, he worked first as a teacher in an elementary school near San Francisco, then in a school for nurses in Northern California. Then, in 2003, and is ' moved to Washington DC, in 2003. He worked as staff assistant first in ' U.S. Office of Presidential Student Correspondence, then in' Office of the General Counsel in the Treasury Department, and March 2005 is part of Justice Department's Office of Juvenile Justice and Delinquency Prevention . Meanwhile, he travels frequently to the country, in intervention programs for at-risk youth, explaining the importance of make the right choices in their lives. "He does not forget its history and its events and is dedicated to training young athletes and cooperate with other charities in the health sector. In particular, if invited, go to the hospital to visit children suffering from serious diseases. Just to make them smile. His phone and 'readily available and the money for the trip, if necessary put them in his pocket . So he wrote a successful book, which became a classic American children. Of course, entitled "Heart of Gold." For the same reason, a few years earlier, had published the ironic "Landing on My Feet" and had shot some spot where he joked about his "adventure". I suggest you review the first and second jump on YouTube, version of sdemerald .


I was like Kerri freshmen year at UCLA can develop some hidden talents that no one would have supposed: Do you remember the final scene in Mr. Holland, the girl who felt frustrated because 'he could not play the his clarinet after years of practice and become 'the governor of his state, the iconoclastic troublemakers who after the death of a fellow change his life ... and all to play or cheer on the American Symphony the professor who has devoted her life, with its high and low to give its students a compass. I found many young students willing to give up their personal symphony to be real men and real women to teach them to walk with their feet (perhaps by giving up their ankles).


Not many people know that as a child Henry Winkler, better known as Arthur Herbert (!) Fonzarelli, suffered from dyslexia, a disease then not easily diagnosed. Did not read well and tried to solve its educational problems by improvising in a theatrical manner. After some years, on the set of Happy Days , continued to have problems with the script, and this led him to develop a gesture all own, which made him famous around the world. After the sitcom , married, and one of his sons was diagnosed with a serious form of dyslexia. Undergo any tests, he realized that this was his real problem. Since then, and this year has made sixty years, has become a famous and respected author of short stories for children with dyslexia. In every American harbors a sense of recognition to the community that supported him and the desire to repay those around him, often devoting his time doing what he does best. At this time, one of the librarians of the university is putting in order in the next room, the library of the university center I live in and that he attended, for passion and friendship. In this operation, which has unearthed an impressive number of books, hidden in all the crevices of the house, spends his free time, for someone who does his job is never too much, and in turn help you by one of his children, happy as a clam to participate in the work that the pope 'plays with passion. In this social context, surrounded by real friends, an American boy is raised, and really can not imagine what you can give. America has these resources, and not just the one on which this week is uncertain Kathleen Dévényi in cover story of Newsweek ("Girls Gone Wild") to about the influence of people like Paris Hilton (which I have here the pleasure to introduce in pajama-party version), Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan (remember the cute freckled girl in the remake of The Parent Trap ? ) and Nicole Richie: "They Seem To Be Everywhere and They May Not be wearing underwear. Tweens adore Them and teens envy them". But the real question is, raw "Are we raising a generation of 'prosti-tots'?"
A woman is asking this question on a weekly tradition of unquestioned liberal. "There is no need to be evangelical Christians have given their vote to Bush to understand that in America we have lost our values reference, the family, morality, life, religion, social justice, law, friendship, altruism and a sense of community, simplicity, "says David Callahan, The Moral Center in recent ( questionable in many parts of the book, when you need to determine what is' moral), but very interesting analysis. Paper abnormal, even here, if we want to be precise, the label would be "left liberal", but we are still faced with these virtual membership?

Often the Americans tend to oppose the extremes, and this is a fact, not a fantasy: they introduced us to the bipolar system and thanks to their many philosophical articles, in Italian, are built on the form "x versus y". Of course, every culture highlights some aspects of our being human and maybe it obscures others. This should lead us to rediscover the cultural relevance of balance, all European (greek in its primitive intuition) and Catholic in the actual practice of 'et ... et , combined with a sense of the free gift and gratitude that we instead We lost, unfortunately too often in religious matters (the sacraments are the source of Christian life and in a sense, no matter the company singer - are the first not to believe -; sometimes, however, going to Mass is like a meeting of building, in terms of warmth). Here we will look into eyes, greets you, you will participate in the affairs of others, instead of doing battle sometimes very theoretical, people who for whatever reason can not receive Communion, should be in line to receive the blessing. And I assure you the creeps seeing how the whole church participates in prayer, the pain of those who can not approach the Eucharist. The people, in general, is not left alone. Also because the solitude here knows how to be mortally squalid and cruel, like the one that led to deaths absurd: James Dean, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, Marilyn Monroe, Janis Joplin, Ernest Hemingway, Mark Rothko, Jimie Hendrix, Freddie Prinze, Carole Landis , Elvis Presley, Harvey Firestone, John Belushi, Johnny Ace, Donny Hathaway, just a few days ago, Nikki Bacharach, daughter of the promising young artist famous Burt and Angie Dickinson (as I write is the news of the probable suicide of Anne-Nicole Smith, called the heir to Marilyn), which generates schizoid personality disorder, disorders of 'power, somehow all the more incredible diseases recorded in the DSM IV to be found in specific cases between Hollywood and Manhatthan (John Lennon did not leave New York from her room painted white, and when it came out once ...) and Finally, lurking behind the "business" of the queens of trash, that every day they need to invent a new one, to survive in the newspapers. (For those interested, refer among others to Steven Stack, Celebrities and Suicide: A Taxonomy and Analysis, 1948-1983 , in American Sociological Review, Vol 52, No. 3 (Jun., 1987) , pp. 401-412). Please note that it is not the usual story of satanic rock (there can be too, but I say, what sense and by what criterion the wonderful Dakota Fanning, actress prodigy talent for sure, after I Am Sam, to shoot a scene of which is the subject of explicit sex, ten years, with the approval of both parents and all rigorously shown on film?) In short, there is an obligation on it's cultural soil that retains grace and beauty? In this case, the complaint or the complaint are probably shocked a way that you must go, even if it risks turning into heroes some deviant personality. There are those who work in this direction. The important thing is that rend their garments do not become a comfortable habit. The question is whether and what can be done in the positive. Those who today are emerging in this country as Secular humanists, with the help of cultural and religious traditions of Europe (though, and I'm sorry, the Protestantism of our continent is in most cases a field of study that a religious practice), that can meet the actor Sidney Poitier, in his recent autobiography, called "The Measure of a Man," the only guarantee that the extremists, the constant noise from the trash and from self. However, the choice is not 'between conformists in slippers and without lingerie queens, both roles required in this collective psychodrama that gave dignity to the literary gossip and musical value to the screams of drunk or hysterical. Just last night I dreamed that a Notre Dame professor asked me if I knew the most important figure in Italian culture: Maria De Filippi. Leaving aside the personal pathologies, the disasters of Italian football, the public correspondence of our politicians and the excommunication of San Remo.
Western culture is not dead, for many ways enviable lives of a physical health compared to past history: view from afar is a true golden age, in the eyes of the psychiatrist is instead a borderline personality , unsafe to human and spiritual level. Thank God arise, need, balanced people, people able to face the people with honesty, to face itself, which gives weight to the words and behaviors: people of character. Which risks the hard way. What has stopped trying, because he has found a center of moral gravity and day by day trying to make it permanent , with the flexibility of wisdom. Surely, to save the world, not just a little love, not just move on to the "Coke Side of Life," as the last of the famous soft drink advertising.

We should start to think perhaps less in terms of virtual advertising and more in terms of real life, because, as diceil title of a book by Chris Goodfrey, right guard of the New York Giants, winning Super Bowl XXI, " That's where I live. " The "real truth", as they say in my part is that we must go back to using the vocabulary of the real world, not that of the Savoy, but that of real life, real people, real property, the realities that are obvious hand. The people are real, God is real, real people and establish relationships Real, where "real men do cry, but rejoice. Alone is very difficult to achieve all this, how would the coach of a football team, "stay focus'd," and we must remain focused on people, find people that allow you to "stay focused" (Lynn Johnston, Canadian heir Charles Schulz, creator of the family saga For Better and For Worse). struck me that in all the many books that I mentioned, the authors thank the dedication 1. parents for what they have taught and / or 2. the wife or husband supported them in their undertaking.

I, frankly, I tremble as I write what I write. Because I think in terms of reality and only in this so I think creatively in terms of hope. Although I know that real men do cry . You who read, free to think whatever you want and act accordingly.

In my opinion, the American college is a space for a cultural challenge. Not unique. It is a challenge that can take advantage of wisdom small concrete action by the EU and you do not get to utopia. For us and for them.

PS: The leap of Kerri Strug, including preparation, takes about fifteen seconds, the scene of "offending" the Dakota Fanning plus or minus 15 seconds, the video performance of the famous Paris Hilton takes about fifteen seconds, human time can have different quality ...


Good Night and Good Luck!

Marco





images, apart from personal sources, come from Groundhog Day ("Groundhog Day"), Napoleon Dynamite , the weekly The New Yorker well as the amazing Goodbye, Mr. Holland, which won the Oscar for Richard Dreyfuss, but will remain in the minds of many for the interpretations of Alicia Witt, Joanna Gleason, Olympia Dukakis, Terrence Howard, Glenne Headley and William H. Macy, and a wonderful soundtrack across the entire American history, enhanced by Stranger On The Shore Mr. Acker Bilk . The weather forecasts are updated by the groundhog Phil, we thank Chris Spellman for permission to publish part of "A Revolutionary Education," published last January 24 on ' Observer newspaper University of Notre Dame. The list of the top hundred names of American children can be found at the site www.BabyandPregnancy.com. sincere thanks for the realization of this installment of the blog goes to Mike Seelinger, Jeffrey Langan & The Sharks, Jim McNiff, Tom Stroka, Phil Moss, the team of the University Squash, who introduced me to the world of Rockapella : all I have Danto valuable insights for reflection, all I have taken into account. I can not mention by name some people who in recent months have shown me how to fly high on small disputes and how the human character is built right into the small things every day).

As always, but in this case in particular, comments and additions are welcome.
At the end of a game started in spectacular fashion by the Chicago Bears with a touchdown after a run of 92 yards right at the beginning of the Suberbowl Miami went to the Indianapolis Colts, in the pouring rain. Particularly popular were some commercials during breaks in play, especially that of the Chevrolet.

Friday, January 5, 2007

Chest Sitting Pin Men

Brother, Where Art Thou? The disappearance of Christmas

A preposterous story of the year-end ...

... dedicated to my fellow countryman Frank Capra, who died the day, she twenty-five and sixty years ago realized that one of the best movies in cinema history, and James Stewart, an honest person and sincere, ten years after his death.

Brother, Where Art Thou, or better Oh Brother, Where Are Thou?, for film buffs (not for dog lovers) is the original title of a Cohen Brothers movie, with a wonderful soundtrack, but also "loosely based on Homer's Odyssey," the story of a homecoming set in the grasslands of the southern United States. This question has bounced violently the other night on the walls of my brain, driven by a chemical tsunami of adrenaline as I tried desperately to return to my home.

course, for someone who was in New York, London, Chicago, Rome, Milan, Palermo, Boston, Paris, and also to Partinico, Cesano Boscone and Melide, and that claims to have lost just once in a tissue urban, and this time for a clear intervention of Providence, what you want to make South Bend, so small that even the city is named when it comes to the University of Notre Dame and the hosts who lives alone with the memory of being the place where they produced the Studebaker in the 50's? For one who, having lived for forty years, rubbing of the label "human tourist, who likes to make a day pass for the media when they go to a new city and then jump from one medium to another at random, what can represent the "city" on the border between Michigan and Indiana? It can be a midlife crisis, depression, suicidal feelings, the loss of all certainty, the sinking of existential awareness of being thrown into being, or even worse ... Destiny was perhaps led to steep fork in Heidegger, Nietzsche, Hamlet, Pascal, Dante, Michael Jackson and maybe even Paris Hilton had experienced the thrill of existential abyss.


Sure, my approach was opinionated, but also unlucky, if you think that I had taken (for safety) but that the topographical map of the nearby city, Elkhart, which helped to increase the entropy of the system without and yet give no assurance that it was a hoax, as we shall see later fully understood. Alright And it was raining. And also that steps had already dark.

So, calmly, Volume Volume, I went to Mass at the end of the year the Cathedral of St. Matthews, that all except it seems a cathedral in contrast to the Basilica of Notre Dame. And in five minutes I was there, I promise. The Mass for those who do not remember, lasts an hour and as we have seen in previous chapters, is timed by the presbytery. In that short time there was a phenomenon that happened to me before, but this time, under cover of darkness and the rain (thanks for the favor!) Has proved lethal. Get the car, turn on the radio and relive the same road in the opposite direction. All right. It has been five minutes, exactly the opposite, as the rewind a DVD, you have reviewed all the houses, crossings, buildings of relief, roads that had met the first leg. The only problem is that you were not there anymore, that there , in the final to the point where you started, the house in fact.
for this phenomenon, I could think of only one plausible explanation



That could be explained as follows


mean, I was in a completely different dimension, in a time when, back along the same road, I ended up in a different world or even in the same world, but on another date. These are things that can happen on December 31. My pride was safe living compass, the one that was able to exchange time again with the space, ie find the right path. Usually we try to find yourself at year end, for me this was not a purpose, rather than a requirement: if it would happen at midnight, Cinderella Man had not found its place in the world? Its Camry would be turned into a pumpkin? And what would become of him?

course, as in all the thought experiments, I could not use a map, that is, in fact I had it, but by mistake, reading the subtitle Indiana, I took the map of another city. And of course, just on that occasion I had left home the phone. Okay, I always have a car and are basically in a small town. Probably around the corner, I'll find a clue, a name, a road that I know and I will return in the world I left.
I have seen American movies and things like that happen. Committed the same color that you met in the morning, you begin with a Ferrari and escort you to the courtyard. In short, the usual magic American. A wry smile appears in my brain, but not to give satisfaction to the usual New Year's director, did not report it to his lips. But inside are more than certain. In fact, after a few meters, I run into Ironwood Road, I have traveled thousands of times, America has always predictable, maybe too: immediately after, there was the cross with the four corners respectively Walgreen's and CVS (two drugstores that also sell medicines, those shops which do crazy pharmacist because my cousin in Italy steal the work and who share the U.S., facing its own line of 'Indiana ...).; and on opposite sides, usually the Marathon gas station and restaurant Speedway. Sure, I keep on the same street and passed a few more isolated, another household name. WoW! I find the St. Joseph River, which is always the reference point and the step, until arrival at the University of Indiana: I know I have a few minutes from home and, after twenty minutes are in open country, no signal. I feel betrayed, like Tom Hanks from FedEx. And do not even Wilson.

U-turn, going back to the famous crossroads, of course I'm wrong, I took the road to the opposite direction (the signs are positioned at right angles and not on the side of the road) and I'm confused, logical. And after a while 'usually cross the river, with the usual bridge piers, the city lights nearby, I read well-known names, I should be in downtown and begin the typical fact streets of the Centro: Main, Center, etc.; Now, I bet with myself, to the left is the municipal library, the Library and it appears immediately treatment as soon as I turn on time as the discovery of Pluto, only instead of St. Joseph have written, looks like the Mishawaka Library: My first thought is that the name has changed from day to day, the second is that after an hour's drive I am practically on the border with Michigan. That is, say, Michigan! Another State! No doubt my twenty years of driving skills or knowledge of road signs, or topography. And then I saw a lot of movies and I read all the Peanuts. The smile that still clung to some synapses in my memory, at the same time attracted by the wrath of the amygdala, and this caused some headaches and a copious production of adrenaline. My face could hardly avoid the wrath of the popular image of Jack Nicholson.

And this, though with difficulty, I led to the following reasoning, while the Camry was going on, heedless of the concerns of its helmsman. The border between Indiana and Michigan, Michiana area defined (which includes the four cities of South Bend, Mishawaka, Osceola, and Elkhart, whose topographic maps are absolutely identical, and of course I had to Elkhart, the most useless) is crossed twisted by a river, St. Joseph, through an indefinite number of cities, all with the same urban structure, crossed by parallel roads that keep their names forever in the east-west or the opposite, as he said Heraclitus. These are Ironwood, Hickory, and many others, that at this point I pass through the entire subcontinent, pass beneath the mountains (the Rockies and the Appalachians, the Alps and Apennines that is) and probably arrived in New York or Los Angeles sinks in the oceans, to re-emerge, perhaps in correspondence with the Trans-Siberian Vladivostok and west, perhaps in the Camino de Santiago, Synthesis refers to a cosmic origin of the universe probably. I was, even angry, in what is called the path of metaphysics , that I was almost to my house.

Now, in the stretch that I had the opportunity to explore, that is precisely Michiana , between the cities there are neighborhoods with identical houses with their beautiful garden, which then, as we will see maybe one more time, are the real city , separated from crosses perpendicular repeated in the same order gradually the names of presidents, saints, cities and so on. At major intersections there are always CVS, Walgreen's, Marathon and Speedway. Heidegger teaches me that the unnecessary repetition of daily existence is a sign of inauthentic and Marx's critique of the market economy, and good recovery today from a number of followers who lead the fight against globalization, he told me that the road was not the right one. Risk of ending up in the vortex of nihilism at the heart of the United States.

My internal battery showed signs of dangerous exhaustion, I stopped at a McDonald's, perhaps unconsciously, to give the opportunity for a young clerk who have sadly spent the last year, to do his good deed and in extremis win the prize courtesy. To be, was polite, but sent me exactly the opposite cardinal point, and so, going back in front of Indiana University, I ended up in the countryside in the opposite direction, like Moses in the desert when I thought to be almost entered the Promised Land, the smile, marinated in the meantime by adrenaline, now sunk into the mists of the nightmare from the hypothalamus, was reflected in a helpless recent discovery of mirror neurons, revealing a grin crazy and delusional, while under St. Joseph ran tumultuous.


But I, unlike Moses and the Chosen People, at least that night, I had not betrayed any alliance rose for me and perhaps the prayers that Frank Capra put into the mouths of relatives and friends of George Bailey: many people love me, even at a distance, fortunately, more for my own merit.

I owe everything to George Bailey ...
Help HIM, dear Father.

Joseph, Jesus and Mary.
Help my friend, Mr. Bailey.

Help my son, George, tonight.

He Never Thinks about Himself, God,
that's why he's in trouble.

George is a good guy.
Give HIM a break, God ...

I love him, dear Lord.
HIM Watch over tonight ...

Please, God,
something's the matter with Daddy ...

Please bring Daddy back.


be clear, I do not attribute any of the merits of the hero of Bedford Falls, who saved the city from the grim Potter

However, it will be a chance that those prayers, in Capra's film, coming to a merciful Saint Joseph ( Hello, Joseph. Trouble? ), so, as already recited my last prayers in a car with his automatic transmission was now drifting inexorably, as when James Stewart was the pun threatening to end up in the river, mostly it happens in San Jose (which, however, continued to cross into reality, knowing that the city I saw in the background, were now only mirages), my guardian angel he appears, in the guise of a gas station ( Marathon course) indicate the only direction that I lacked respect the standard compass, which had lost all meaning, but warned that I would come home no earlier than three quarters of an hour at that point, moved to Illinois, after taking the first respectively the way to Missouri, Michigan and Iowa. Okay I'm in the North Indiana, but it's been real, that is, type Italy, France and Germany, and spend the New Year's Eve around the world to assure you, is not the most pleasant thing. Those three quarters of an hour by car but me back in the area where imagination and reality touch: I had passed a test, and morality, was partly in the words of a poem I had read that day.


not matter if at the end of my Odyssey, the food the day before had ended in the stomach of the suitors, who took delight in watching a football game. I had arrived home at last.

Home, Where My thought's escaping,
Home, Where my music's playing,
Home, Where my love lies waiting Silently for me
.



The same evening I express my intentions for the new year, sure of two things: neither heaven nor the film would have never left me, if I had faith in both, God And in my dreams, which often are often competing to outdo. There hope to have made good resolutions for this year and especially not having them abandoned. If you have not, start over riformulateli better.

Good Night and Good Luck!

Marco






We thank the city of South Bend to stay where he remained (will never reveal my true error), and I apologize to the mayor of the city if my story, or metaphor or adventure took place in his city. At the same time I thank all the people of Mishawaka, Elkhart and Osceola for your patience.




Images are taken in order from Oh Brother, Where Are Thou? the Cohen brothers, from Time Travelling Kevin Huizenga, and It's a Wonderful Life by Frank Capra, the words respectively It's a Wonderful Life of Frank Capra and Homeward Bound Paul Simon.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

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One of the great fears of Americans that someone steal their Christmas. Why does Santa Claus (or just not really the birth of Jesus), is ultimately their stuff. Because Christmas and America are made in the same league. Any American Tune is located in an area ideal that can be tuned and hold a Christmas melody, to dig into a Christmas carol, to host a Christmas cameo, or vice versa.
It 's like the colors favored by the Pilgrim Fathers imposed to agree with carol singing, a sort of unwritten rule that somehow everyone recognizes.
The U.S. EPA is generally the most Christmas you might think, considering that California or Texas may refer to the original sites, but in general, American cities, with a Christmas dress, make them look good. Christmas is the party that best fits with the natural love that Americans despite what they say or do to keep family. The prevailing colors are perfect tune with the party and add what is lacking in the decorations of the homes (inside and outside), some decidedly kitsch other truly spectacular: think of a nativity scene in front of clear glass in motion a house). The snow, one must not fail, although this year, having come first, and being planned for later, for Christmas she took leave. What I think is that maybe if Easter is culturally more appealing in Europe, the United States and perhaps the whole of America, the continent just came into the world, is steeped in the atmosphere of Christmas. But it is a consideration that is what it's worth. On this basis, it is important what follows.

United States, I said in my first post, a week before Christmas with only one soundtrack, and Christmas melodies never left you. Some are great crossroads of gender, others are at the limit nenach 'I know what: think of the song in which the child learns that mother kissing Santa Claus and he is shocked by this kind of adultery? incest? But somehow coming to glimpse the similarity between his father a bit 'fatter and Santa Claus. Apart from the content, however, perhaps nowhere so happens that all of a sudden Britney Spears and Hillary Duff, Michael Jackson and Eminem yield up to a week in fact they do not, because they record their album of Christmas songs (all, I would say, except Eminem). When the texts are in English, the result is often significant, a little 'Martian if Bing Crosby or Dean Martin or Mariah Carey sing Adeste Fideles in Latin.

note that many Hollywood movies have a Christmas theme, or are held at Christmas, the day of thanksgiving, the comics newspapers suffer a sharp steering and Christmas becomes the center of attraction, for good or evil, narrative (remember the Christmas letters of Sally Brown? but also Garfield, Dilbert, The Far Side, Blondie and Dagoberto, Calvin & Hobbes are involved in the case. Very different is the Christmas TinTin or Mafalda, even Mickey Mouse and the Muppets were appropriate here). That said, it is a fact that Americans are afraid that their ruby \u200b\u200bChristmas (the Grinch ), that another party from appropriating Santa Claus (The Nightmare Before Christmas ), and those who, like Linus, confuse Baby Jesus (at least in the early decades of Peanuts ), with the Great Pumpkin, well, are subversive sectarians.
If you think about it, that Christmas, in the absence of anything better to entrust us Boldi and / or De Sica, around the world (this year, I think, in the Big Apple) is the space heroism, contact with the man of God, the coming of the angels, the world is turned upside down: Do you remember Life is wonderful or more recently The Family Man or While You Were Sleeping? Large fictions that lead to large changes in this part of the world take place at Christmas, and usually reconciled to God, marriage, work, family, community and the general meaning of life ... and maybe change your life. There are people who change lives at Christmas: it is a fact, and this Christmas is a matter of life or death.

Yet for fear of losing it, the U.S. has unconsciously sowed the seeds of weeds along with the Christmas tree and the mistletoe. And little by little, without anyone being aware of it, the tree has lost its magic power, miraculous, calming, reconciling, to make way for a. ..

This year, the United States, there was Christmas. No call to 911 (remember the date of the attack on the Twin Towers? 911 is the national number for emergencies, which translated into day American states September 11).

Forgive me if I say with apparent disrespect. No crash of airplanes and skyscrapers. And nothing to report at airport controls. Not even a blurb in the NY Times or the Post, I said, I think, that the Child was represented, jingle bells, slides still run happy. Despite all this, Christmas has not arrived this year, Christmas in the USA: I did the good wishes of many people, in the week between 25 and 31 and the people I squared, really surprised. And to think that going around in the car with the classic Christmas carols and the most bizarre I was thrilled. Yet the Grinch was finally defeated (I'm aware, there will be a sequel , the pumpkin has not eaten the cabin ... in the meantime we were leaving in the ex-president Ford (always intended soon to be overshadowed) by James Brown and later by Saddam Hussein (but this is not a Christmas story, and maybe one day, when I am able, I'll tell you something about it). As for Christmas, Oh Oh Oh !, , some would say, where is it?

tracks lead me at the local mall, where a few days ago, I was greeted by Christmas jingle that extend from my Camry right into the huge paradise in its various heavens is called the Wal-Mart, Hallmark, Best Buy ... instead of Christmas, it was not me to wear, according to tradition, my gift to the child, as learned in catechism, rather I was to receive the gift: better late than never, is it really true that Americans are ahead in everything. And at first, I received a nice gift, electronic, or delicious candy. The cabin, meanwhile, had turned into a warehouse and everything was for free, which is the American way of saying free. And that means really free. With us or things are gifts or, if they are not free Of Love, are a rip off. No, the baseball cap gave it to me for real, the book's success as well ...

Enveloped by music, and crossed the threshold here, for a single dollar (which will never be a dollar less than a euro!), I could buy a gadget I had always dreamed of by, say, the fountain pen with the 'three-dimensional ink, or set to play basketball on the desk in the studio ... and then the mug, that is the mug for coffee, tea, and so on, with peanuts, garfield, the caricature of Bush, and more ... i have a mug almost hypnotic fascination. At that point, with two dreams in my pocket for just one dollar, I was logged in Christmas. The music was still in the background, only that I had messed up something at heart, or stomach, and that something put to rest my head ... At that point, my internal organs recorded a somersault imperiously and began to ask these eyes and the brain and this neck and neck the rest of the body to move, to look for something to serve them, no matter what, so mica with all the deals we're gone bankrupt and then it's nice to give things to others ... the portfolio, even better credit card, they appeared willing to give themselves spontaneously, especially the second without pain (the most painful Christmas shopping is writing checks, why not try this credit card? "read the sign outside the Mall"); money separate from my body, to which I would have rejoined the house or mentally anesthetized magnetic card from that painful and yet so full of promise) I had passed through the automatic doors of the mall owning myself and my ability, with a safety contact with my personal finances, while small, whereas now sailing between marshmallows (in Italian, Toffoletti) caramel and fascinating set of fishing 'hill, undecided on what I needed more for the year to come. What I need or I liked was now beyond any reasoning. Other than the veil of ignorance. They should have threw a blanket, turn off the light and fill the barrel to let us retrieve the legendary Enlightenment rationality.
short, a bit 'Pavlov was right, that of dogs, here is a preliminary Skinner, who has the dog's name, at least Pavlov longer master. With all due respect to dogs. And then Pavlov did not know them all. For example if you put some special objects near one another, they acquire a great capacity to refer to each other. That is, there is logic in combining small things (which resembles the psychosis of the gambler), a wife can help or lead to ruin, so it is said that all come to the end of the game, that is, buying on installment a mega-machine , computed a lawnmower or marry a belle di Reno (Nevada): I have not seen the shelves for that article, but maybe I missed some step. In short, if the great empires were created by a cent spared, as I had taught Scrooge mistreated, was costing me a cent, without realizing it, my whole anthropological self-representation: a set of desires that I was floating, bouncing to the little things that the addition of 6% VAT and put together, made the happiness of the cashiers and my guardian devil, that I finally whispered mockingly: "So Christmas comes only once a year." (Mom, do not worry, I have not done anything like that, but the effort was great, I'm saving for the complete set of Happy Days on DVD, but who does not have a target firm as my own, easily succumb to the empire of small desires).

So it's 25 days, to not misunderstand that, do not call Christmas, the day of the exchange of gifts. After all, the least important of all, because you already know what they receive and do not have expectations or not you imagine and then you wait for the next day ...



... day 26, the day when the Mall bursts because people go back and change presents, in large part because he liked them, because they did not serve any purpose because was all the result of a collective psychodrama, or because that gift was the right one, but in a matter of exchange rates and rebates, maybe you could swap it with a better one. Out of curiosity I went back to the Mall at the suggestion of a friend ("Go and see, see that you have fun!"). A crowd! And for a buck they catch something the first two days was worth 50! The music remained in the background, was more combative spirit (you have to grab the best bargains, get open and keep the line ! ) and however the cards with Christmas greetings, which I would buy a good Italian abroad a lower price after Christmas had already been removed. If greeted with a Merry Christmas, what sense could have to answer to my wishes for Christmas, after the gifts were returned? In Italy, however, remained to care for a child, just here to throw paper and working the next day (at most, a holiday , a word that unlike festival draws a blank.

The party of the poor want bizarre had passed, is the only resign and wait for the new year. The only thing to say is that the festival had become a party that continues is ending and that my mind (or my mind) they had suffered, I was reborn in a new life. Forgive me irony or sarcasm ... but actually this Christmas has come every Christmas as it should, unexpected, and changed me maybe more than many Christmases past.


I understand why John Grisham took a sabbatical from his legal thriller, to write three good books, one on the family and home, one on school and football, and a delightful comedy that is called by us "Escape from Christmas, "something that perhaps imitating the Krank family in the future we will also groped us.

For the American New Year, which arrives six hours after our own, at least in that we are ahead, the few words that deserves commemoration poor! I was never attracted much, maybe because I do not love about fireworks, but this year is because it encompasses a particular conception of time, or because it pushes you to rethink your life and start over, knowing that certainly does not not keep your intentions, but maybe this time so short, I got a bit 'fond. Maybe it's age. Here the new year, and because there are different time zones and then the years come "loose" what is the point to see the countdown in Times Square if Los Angeles is still 22:00?, Is reduced to a choreographic quote a countdown that could happen at any moment in world history, and who do not follow your mind or make changes, only publicity and perhaps a record for a football game and the latest news from Iraq.

So, this year I would be credited to a Christmas, if a friend had invited me in the middle of nowhere Indiana (here, I will say, the usual conservative and rural America, a stereotype that has its own history, its own truth, and something wrong), along with a host of relatives who came from all States, including people from uptown from the big cities, with a pile of presents in the middle and a series of numbers drawn by lot: who goes first choose a gift, the second one could draw from the pile or to request the gift of those who had preceded him, and so on ... little by little created strategies, personal or family, to achieve their goals. The child who did not want the torch shaped like a hippo, and did his best to steal the soldiers to his aunt and I with my face or maybe even more surprised because a lady forties for reasons of state I had taken the cup of Peanuts with Snoopy doll in order to arrive with a complicated alliances around you, Thai ... I finally retrieved the cup, and I also won a beautiful tie with all the characters of Schulz, who will wear to my first lesson in Italy and a T-shirt Charlie Brown, that is yellow with stripes and zig-zag.

course, a big family that meets (and then stay to talk to late at night, after midnight Mass, though not all attended), is made up of people who do not you see all year, that in America today has the same cohesion in some cases pieces of Lego, which is made up of families acquired, divorce, ... problems, and then from year to year is a bit 'reworked in order. With the problems of those, usually the functional part of the family must handle, the guy who should not see Dick, Sempron to be invited because he is an ex-husband ... and the fact that new groups appear suddenly family, including relatives of animals and unexpected. A little 'as the Christmas About a Boy, for those who remember the movie with Hugh Grant. In any case, it starts talking, you see something that you feel being the one in Chicago and the other in Boston ... and eventually people end up happy and contented, more constructive. It's not the luck of all families, but in the hearts of many American reality there is someone who acts as glue and gradually brings people to talk at times to resent. No, Christmas has come, in most of the States, I believe, and do not be pessimistic as Krank.
This is Christmas in the States, a Christmas thanks to God and in the absence of religious representations (the American ones are rare, but delicious, the rest are floats between the bland and bad taste), a home for the time flows underground and that makes no noise, proclaiming the end of time or commemorating his funeral feast of strange for a birth, no?

I remain impressed with the tired smile of his grandmother, the only one left of his generation, who watched all those people that I went to Mass the following Sunday and suddenly passed away, bringing back the whole family from all parts of States, because here we take a plane and you go, just like in the movies. Today, after Mass, I prayed for this peaceful and quiet lady and I just bureaucratic reasons for the failure to attend the funeral.

One negative image has stayed with me that night, and that of a baby son, located at the intersection of two marriages break up. It was the only one trying frantically as many gifts and at the same time visibly in having the most dissatisfied. This is not rhetoric, but that child was screaming in his silence to give him your Christmas, his miracle. His great-grandmother, one day, maybe it will satisfy, I doubt that the return to the Mall Christmas lost, although he has collected more than gifts of all: some things, unfortunately, does not work that way.

Happy New Year from the States and at the same time, Merry Christmas.


Good Night and Good Luck



Marco



The images are of the order Norman Rockwell, respectively
Discovery, and Christmas Rush, and of course Charles M. Schulz