Il Nittalope

So, a month more or less is what is missing for the start of my trip to Ireland . Landing at Dublin, leaving from Cork 18 day later. Some nights in Hotel/Hostel/Private apartment, some nights trekking and sleeping in a tent. And today... I bought the tent! And some other things like pots and sleeping bag and stuff (shirts, trousers, an inflatable mattress...).  But something is missing... (please check below a close up). You see that blank space? Do you see it?!? It's the sleeping bag. It's missing: I bought it, it's missing. The sucker decided to fall down from my bike while I was singing out loud a punk song, so I didn't noticed it. The bastard. Sometime I miss it so much it hurts ... (mainly because I'll have to buy it again...) On a lighter note: I was thinking that maybe, but just maybe, I will rent a motorbike instead of a car... I know I will not do it... but just thinking about it make my smile grow bigger and bigger...

It's that time of year again: the time in which I install a new distro on my laptop. My nice, fine, kind System76 laptop. Ubuntu 14:10 has run its course and it's time to switch back to Manjaro (KDE edition). But I am missing a USB drive, so it's time to buy a new one (mine it's lost in Parma...). So I went out, biked funny Amsterdam, entered Mediaworld and bought a 8 GB disk (yes... I tried to find a 2 GB one, but I could not). Sandisk, as it is. Biked back home, watched some video on Youtube, read some news (procrastinating, it is called) and finally time to download Manjaro 0.90, install Unetbootin and create the Start Up disk. Done! Now it's time to stick it in: reboot! It doesn't run!! Meaning that a "B oot failure : No DEFAULT or UI configuration directive found!" error was showing. What the... !!! WHY?!? Faulty copy of the ISO? Nope. Wrong installation process from Unetbootin? Nope! Wrong pc?!? Nope. It turns out that the Fat32 forma...

Sometimes I would simply love to learn how to forget. I am a stupid idiot (no, I am not talking metaphorically, I really am. I know my level of intelligence is quite high, I know a lot of things, but I am really a functional idiot in this life and it has created me so many problems that it is difficult for me to have normal relations with other humans. It seems ridiculous to say something like this... but it's sadly true). So, I was saying: sometimes I would simply love to learn to forget. It is so easy to forget... something hurt you? You forget it? Life goes on! Somebody has been rude to you? You forget it? Life goes on! My problem is that there are things, and of course those are the must hurtful things, that at a conscious level I have learnt to forget, but my freaking asshole sub-conscious doesn't want to. And they, of course, come back at the worst times. One of the worst times? For example: NOW! Now that I would love to go to sleep and I would need to go to ...

It wasn't tonight, it wasn't Bourbon Street. But indeed there had been a moon over some place (and, by the way... wonderful song from Sting, check it out!). This morning, I woke up at the sound of the alarm (damn 8 am shift... that make me wake up before civilized hours! Like... 6:50 am!) and I opened the eyes. I let the curtain on my bedroom's window half open yesterday night (that's the nice thing of living in the north: nights during winter are usually really dark...) and a potent light was lighting up my bed. I simply lifted a bit my head and there! I saw it! There was the full moon, shining low on the horizon, but still bright and white (usually so low it's already reddish... lucky me!) and just a bit above it there was a strong star. I believe it's Venus (so, technically, a planet...), I've not checked and will not check it now. Because that's not the point. There was the moon so bright and shining, and a shining white star just above, sho...

Outbound flight bought. Inbound flight bought too. So, Ireland will be real, after all, this May 2015. A little more than 2 weeks, in a foreign country, alone, driving around and camping somewhere. If I'll say that I am scared I'd be lying, but worried, yes. It's a long time that I've not been around alone in a foreign country, alone, driving around and camping somewhere. A long time, like... forever? Arrival in Dublin, departure from Cork. The first draft of the trip is here below... Still a lot of things are not chosen. Like... were to sleep? For how long hike in the parks? But the first step is done. I've got 2 tickets, one to go, one to come back... let's the adventure begin!

I just got back to Italy, for the first time I'll be working from "home", meaning, this time, my parent's home! I am quite excited about this opportunity. I want to see how it feel to sit next to my father while he translate and I work. I know, by the way, that luckily it will last only 1 week... because more... hey! It's still my parent's place, I can't stand stay in the same place for so long! But it's not this I was going to write about. I was on the bus, taking me from the airport to the train station, and I was looking outside, remembering other times I went back on the same bus and some melancholy struck. And when melancholy strikes, you never know where your mind will go! And mine started thinking about my childhood friends... those that were really friends, not for just a season, but for long years, the same friends that you still think about in rainy nights... and when you meet everything starts right after from it stops when you le...

Here I come, writing my second dangerous post. So, I tried to slip away from this subject and indeed, in the past months, I've talked about Ferguson only once, in a brief discussion with my father, that lead to nothing. But the truth is that the situation in Ferguson is not improving, the situation in the USA neither and that a lot of information has been thrown against the viewer and a lot of different opinions have arisen. I try to stay away from opinions, as somebody may have noticed, when I write or talk officially. I love opinions when I speak and discuss with somebody, as long as it's agreed that they are opinions (personal or common). Anyway, in the case of Ferguson what struck me is not the opinions, but the simplest facts. Here they are: a 18 years old man has been killed on the 9th of August the man was shot 6 times by a police officer the man was unarmed the shooting occurred at mid-day, on a open street the police officer was on patrol al...