Thoughts and sketches on humans, nature, running, and the end of the world
I’m grateful to the City because it doesn’t make me forget about what life is about, what death is about, what money and lack of money are about. The City (and the Subway most of all) doesn’t allow me to forget me what urine, shit, and spit smell and look like when they are...
Clive Thompson’s article on today’s New York Times Magazine is an interesting reflection on what social software can and cannot do to help intelligence agencies gathering and analyzing information. Among other things, Thompson discusses two proposals submitted for the Galileo Award, a competition created by the C.I.A. to collect ideas on how to improve...
Sorry for the long absence. It turns out that I can’t write or think straight when the world spins too fast around me, everything moves, I travel too many thousands of miles around the globe, and I get a nasty flu. But it seems that I survived the roller coaster ride for now and...
Demetrio Stratos’ life is surrounded by an aura of legend. He was born in 1945 in Egypt by Greek parents, studied in Cyprus, moved to Italy, founded Area, one of the most daring bands in Italian history. In the late seventies, he left the band to focus on vocal research and trained his voice...
I grew up in a family divided by attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors and united by anxiety. My father was constantly afraid that something horrible would happen to us, to the point of being controlling, unreasonable, and occasionally violent. I don’t know for sure what made him that way, but I have an some thoughts...
I’ve been out of work for 3 days, and it seems that I’m going through a period of mourning. I expected to be completely happy, but I’m not yet. Should I be surprised? It’s a farewell to six years of my life and to the many people that I’ve seen for at least eight...