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Di solito il sabato mattina mi concedo un po' di spazio temporale per surfare il web da comune mortale, senza tutti quei conflitti che durante la settimana mi assalgono tra mailing-list e irc, o forum di battaglia, guerre cyberpunk o hacktivismo generale.
Il punto e' che mi sono curiosamente iscritto a Stumble, una via di mezzo tra un social network ed un'agenda di interessi personale.
Ancora non ho avuto modo di utilizzarlo a pieno, ma non credo che ci mettero' molto. Dopo una lista di interessi da selezionare, il sito sfoglia tra le pagine web di contenuti relativi e inciampa (stumble = inciampare) su una di queste visualizzandola.
Inoltre e' possibile mantenere un ambiente di quelle che oramai i social network definiscono "amicizie", deviando il significato di tale parola virtualizzandolo in maniera altamente pericolosa per la vita sociale, che dovrebbero "migliorare" .. secondo loro.
Stumble e' utile, per velocizzare il surfing a cavolo nel web, ma la mente puo' fare uguale, i propri interessi uno li conosce, e li ricerca con un po' di criterio. I motori di ricerca, nonostante siano molti, oramai decidono quasi loro in quali pagine ricercare, e soprattutto in base a quali principi, tra guerre politiche ed economiche.
Il web e' la piu' grande risorsa di conoscenza che esiste, veloce ma non sicura, e' probabile che la malattia di potere dell'uomo tenda a impossessarsi di questo bidone infinito di risposte, a volte poco attendibile, a volte sfuttato male, ma preferisco che cio' che "va piu'di moda" nell'utilizzo della rete non siano siti che pensano al posto nostro. La curiosita' e' rallentata dalla pigrizia, e' meglio cercare da noi le pagine che potrebbero interessarci, invece di farcele sbattere in faccia, perche' cosi' sono "i pochi" che controllano quelli che una volta erano i nostri interessi. (stumble = passo falso)

re-arrange (the gladiators)

I'm hoping and I'm praying
That very soon things would re-arrange
Too much innocent blood have shed
Our heart cries out, our soul grieve

If man would start to meditate
We would all see what been buggin' us

They've been fooled by our fellow man
And taught the way to rob and kill

But remember one and all
No one is free till ev'ry man is free

Don't ax what your country can do for you
The question is what you can do for it...

HOW TO SING THE BLUES

Ho trovato questo foglio nel web e non ho potuto evitare di postarlo sul mio blog:

HOW TO SING THE BLUES

by Lame Mango Washington
(attributed to Memphis Earlene Gray with help from Uncle Plunky, revisions by Little Blind Patti D. and Dr. Stevie Franklin)

1. Most Blues begin, "Woke up this morning."

2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, 'less you stick something nasty in the next line, like " I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town."

3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes ... sort of: "Got a good woman - with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher - and she weigh 500 pound."

4. The Blues are not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch; ain't no way out.

5. Blues cars: Chevys and Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft an' state-sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.

6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, " adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.

7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any place in Canada. Hard times in St. Paul or Tucson is just depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues in any place that don't get rain.

8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg cuz you skiing is not the blues. Breaking your leg cuz an alligator be chomping on it is.

9. You can't have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.

10. Good places for the Blues:

a. highway
b. jailhouse
c. empty bed
d. bottom of a whiskey glass

Bad places:

a. Ashrams
b. gallery openings
c. Ivy League institutions
d. golf courses

11. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be an old ethnic person, and you slept in it.

12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if:

a. you're older than dirt
b. you're blind
c. you shot a man in Memphis
d. you can't be satisfied

No, if:

a. you have all your teeth
b. you were once blind but now can see
c. the man in Memphis lived.
d. you have a retirement plan or trust fund.

13. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Gary Coleman could. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the blues.

2010 update : Tiger can nowadays sing the blues.
You know like this:
I got a good woman,
but she beats me with iron seven
Im f$^%ing everything whats moving
and I will not go to heaven.
and then some rhymes about stress - mistress etc. :)

14. If you ask for water and Baby give you gasoline, it's the Blues.

Other acceptable Blues beverages are:

a. wine
b. whiskey or bourbon
c. muddy water
d. black coffee

The following are NOT Blues beverages:

a. mixed drinks
b. kosher wine
c. Snapple
d. sparkling water

15. If it occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So is the electric chair, substance abuse, and dying lonely on a broken down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or getting liposuction.

16. Some Blues names for women:

a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling

17. Some Blues names for men:

a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie

18. Persons with names like Sierra, Sequoia, Auburn, and Rainbow can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.

19. Make your own Blues name (starter kit):

a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.)
b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi,etc.)
c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.)

For example, Blind Lime Jefferson, or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc.

(Well, maybe not "Kiwi.")

20. I don't care how tragic your life: you own a computer, you cannot sing the blues. You best destroy it. Fire, a spilled bottle of Mad Dog, or get out a shotgun. I don't care.

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"The Happiest Day"
The happiest day -- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day -- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd -- fell
An essence -- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

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The Real Baptizing

The Real Baptizing from Highway61 on Vimeo.

This short documentary by Joe York and Preston Lauterbach highlights Alabama bluesman Willie King. The film features several live performances by King and his band The Liberators at the now defunct Bettie's Place.

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"La parola è un'ala del silenzio..."