Saturday, November 28, 2009

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The preparations lasted for many months. The experimental task was to lead for the first time a human being outside the solar system had created quite a stir at the time was announced, but as interest decreased and people almost forgot the preparations who continued in parallel with its daily story ...

Sunday, November 15, 2009

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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

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A YEAR AGO WE LEFT THE ARTIST PAULA FRANCIS PALUMBO

On 22 0ttobre 2008 my father left us, the artist Paula Francis Palumbo.
After one year, more than ever, is valid at a glance what we have written about him:
Grande Mariner, Artist Copy, Master of Life. Claudio Palumbo

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

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Hurrah! 1 year, two months and it took them 17 days but we finally arrived! The Lodo Alfano is not constitutional!
After all we still live under the rule of law, it's nice to realize it! Italy
Viva, Viva
the constitution!

http://lxinx.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html

Article 3.
All citizens have equal social dignity and are equal before the law, without distinction of sex, race, language, religion, political opinion, or personal and social ...

Saturday, October 3, 2009

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Strange conflicts crowd the mind. The colors and the feelings are mixed and give essence to a new level of awareness. Perhaps a vague awareness, perhaps unconscious, but stability, integrity and dignity. This scenario is not too unusual to be governable.

Monday, August 17, 2009

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Sunday, July 19, 2009

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Monday, July 13, 2009

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Monday, July 6, 2009

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I woke up suddenly with a start. The sky is gray, black. As the random dance of electrons on a screen CRT.
I fell asleep in the same way. But my brain kept going ... A stream of abstract images. Lampi. Connections sudden, impromptu. Anxiety.
I came to realize there the next morning. The digital clock beside the bed marked seven twenty-four. I got up.
I had slept little and badly and I knew it, but my mind was clear. Anxiety hallucinated last night was a memory, now living in a mixture of apathy and resignation glossy.
I was conscious of having groped for broke. There was nothing left to do. I thought about looking at the sky or what remained: an expanse of clouds as thick as black as coal.
And I thought the sky of the Child, that blue that I had not seen again after the revolution.
lit terminal and for a moment I thought I had dreamed it all. All one, terrible, terrible, immense nightmare. At that tasted happiness, a happiness bitter, how bitter it was to compare the situation in which I knew, by implication, in that moment of stupid illusion of being. And we hoped, once again we hoped: the connection was back, Subnet that was still standing. Nothing. The green monitor phosphors emit light alternately to form the message: no response. Unable to connect.
the cursor flashing undaunted as nothing had happened, as if the screen was the expected result of a routine code translated into machine language. I mocked. Do not know that death was also the Subnet his death? Who wrote that code? Many years ago ... clouds ... mist ... gray ... blue ... Lightning-electric-...

Turn the page, dear reader, what are you waiting? Turn the page ... Oh yeah, you're right, that careless, this is not a book, this is a blog. Times have changed a bit 'since the Italian was dear to taken with its winter travelers ... Well, but then scroll down with that mouse, come on, I must tell you everything? where ever we have seen that a writer must tell the reader what to do? The writer has to write his book, his blog ... ..., saran 'then let the reader find a way to read it ... How to end here? But if it is only the beginning ... Is that all? The writer instead of continuing with the story wanders in stupid phrases in which it addresses the reader? Or is this then ... who does he think he is?
Well, the rest of the novel must have been lost ... in a place ... the publisher, reader, you have to go at the publishing house eeee ... quindiiiii ... then puntoooo ... There is no home publishing, yes, the blog ...
Well, dear reader, I just know the answer to this riddle ... See, the fact is that your writer did not feel like writing ... all ... I hope you will forgive, he does not arrogance, nor to give himself airs, just do not have time, do not want to, writes the beginning and then gets tired ... is obliged to imitate those who did it for size.
But in truth, dear reader, you have some fault too ... Yes, at this time because the writer does not even know if you exist or never existed, dear reader ... Maybe you, hypothetical reader, you may not be more than the writer himself and no other ... because writing is at once the most selfish and more altruistic in the world ... a stream of energy towards the hypothetical ... to lure 'himself.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

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do not know if I believe. We spend half of life to laugh at what they believe others, and the other half to believe in what others deride.

walked one night in the sea of \u200b\u200bBrigantes, where the houses seem ships sunk, bathed in mist and vapors in the sea and the wind from the branches of oleander slow movements of seaweed.

I do not know if I tried something, or if I chased, I remember that were difficult times but I was, for some strange reason, happy.

Suddenly the curtain of darkness came a stylish old, dressed in black, with a gardenia in his buttonhole, and run close bowed slightly. I began to follow him curiously. I went a good pace but struggled to keep up with him, because it seemed that proceeded to fly a few inches from the ground, and his feet made no sound on the wet wood of the pier.

The old man paused, drawing in the air with gestures which seemed to calculate the position of the stars. Then he nodded his head and began to descend a ladder that fell from the pier in the dark waters.

- stopped sir - I cried - not the face!

But the old man did not listen to me, in a short time was in water up the waist, and soon disappeared.

Without further ado, dressed as I was, I plunged. The water was cold, and lay on the muddy bottom debris and ropes. I looked around for traces of man and to my amazement I saw was suspended a few meters from the bottom, a neon sign that says "Bar". He walked calmly toward it, walking like a diver, the old gardenia. Like a dream I swam to that sign that lit the blue water.

arrived as a inlaid with nautilus building, with a wooden door. The door opened immediately and the man with a gardenia held out his hand. Did nothing but pull me suddenly and I found myself in a cozy bar, bright and full of patrons. It was furnished with
different style, taste some of the old sailor, some exotic, others are decidedly modern. The bar looked like the side of a ship, it was so shiny and impressive. On the deployment of the bottles was a large glass door from which you could see candles coral and shoals of fish. The customers were drinking and talking like any bar in the mainland. As you can see from the cover design, he formed the most bizarre I have ever seen.

II bartender motioned me to approach. His expression was ironic, and his face reminiscent of a famous interpreter of horror films. He offered me a glass of wine and pinned a gardenia buttonhole.

- We are glad to have you among us - he said softly. - Please sit down, because this is the night that each of these tell a story.

I sat down and listened to the stories of the bar under the sea.



Stefano Benni. From "The bar under the sea."

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Monday, June 15, 2009

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Friday, May 22, 2009

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great success of the exhibition of Francesco Palumbo in Rivarolo Paula Canavese (Turin)!



(Marco Bove).
An exceptional exhibition that is being held in Rivarolo Canavese. A painter, unknown to me until recently, has captured my imagination with fairytale winter landscapes, but in actual fact because of the Canavese ... In fact, they captures the purity and depth of almost a sign that the figure before taking the body on the canvas, had been filtered by the mind so it sculpture or even pre-disegnata.Tuttavia investigation, with keen eye for nature, led the author developing a preference for the landscape, in the preparation of the same, a chromatic hours on hours is more delicate, allowing them to grasp, especially in some works, in my view, aspects of spatial and color characteristics of natural fontanesiana davoliano.Questo attachment almost "symbiotic" to the facts of the landscape, the phenomenal aspects of nature, understood not as a "do ut des, "but as poetic and disinterested investigation of the world around him, allowed him to reflect deeply on the representation reality, transforming often in clear tones and thick that light, though never uprooted from reality, have allowed a reinterpretation of paesaggio.Tramite it is therefore possible to glimpse a passing purely naturalistic data in a wider mental operation of natural settling of the data himself who, through this "catharsis", becomes a transfigured vision that enables the viewer with an immediacy more dazzling the harmony of shapes, sounds and colors of landscapes dipinti.La his palette still alive, convincing, gives the paintings personality inconfondibile.Da they in fact convey any message that flows into the human artistic and poetic incanta.L that 'balance of lights and tones are the means to take us to grasp and understand in simple language the most immediate way, but a universal ancestral phenomenal reality that can be revived, revised and corrected by the artist.

NOTE: In the photo, the article in the newspaper "Il Canavese" in the presence of the author and some pictures (from left to right) President of the Municipal Council of Rivarolo Canavese, Prof. Claudio Palumbo, the mayor and the 'Head of Culture.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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Friday, May 1, 2009

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The return of Paula Francis Palumbo

The artist Paula Francis Palumbo, my father (recently deceased) back in Canavese for a personal painting for the City of Rivarolo (Piazza Litisetto). The exhibition is proposed to commemorate the artist's frequent presence in the Canavese, from 1975 to the early 80, with solo exhibitions, and collective participation in art competitions, as evidenced by local newspapers of the time: " Chronicles Canavese "," The Awakening "," Il Corriere di Cirie ',' The Trentagiorni. Traces of this constant presence is found in some of his works depicting the landscape views freely Canavese. The exhibition is titled just "The Paula Canavese Francesco Palumbo." Inauguration 16.00 on May 9th (closing at 19.00); the next opening to the public during the following days: 10-16-17-23-24 May 2009, time: 11-13/15-19.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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FOR THE PSYCHOLOGY OF WORK ORGANIZATION AND FUTURIST

I remember in one of the last meeting of the National Section of Psychology of Work and Organization (Gorizia, March 2001) at the end of the official dinner, a noted professor, noting the approximately 100 people present, he uttered: "Here , is all about the Psychology of Work Organization and Italian. " I must say that even then, that statement seemed a bit 'sad and limited, partly because the majority of those present were: a) people are quite elderly, b) people who had careers in universities "barrel recommendations ... not say more ..."; c) girls and boys, in the wake of several "barons and barons "on duty, rather than eager to get out, but very arrogant, mediocre, poor ideas, and those few, very limited in their presumed" hyper sector ", and d) people who largely had never seen a ' organization of work, had never worked and never knew what it meant to "get their hands dirty" (and for someone who wants to become interested in these matters, it seems almost paradoxical).
In 2005, I was invited to a similar conference in Cagliari. This time was in July. I do not seem true to be able to "dribble" pretty much of the conference to go to the beach Poetto. When the second day was my turn to speak, I still had the sand in your shoes .. It was an intervention arm in my way ... Some of the usual "vecchiardi" I looked bad, but most of the students present, the first intimidated by the climate rhetoric and pompous, I stood outside the University to tell me: "Professor, why years not moved next to us? ".
not think that in the other sub-sectors of Italian psychology is very different. In addition, we in the Psychology of Work and Organization in Italy we are a "half Cinderella." Yet we treat porprio "work and organization", or matters of the utmost importance for a society so-called "civil". I would add that, compared to decades ago when I started working, I think it is somewhat mitigated the "value of work. "And here have many responsibilities: among the top politicians and academics. Now it's up to us (me and many young students and / or workers). We have the opportunity to wear the" magic foot "and make the subject of heritage many, not only of those 100 "desperate" conditions at the Conference in 2001! A PSYCHOLOGY OF WORK AND ORGANIZATION future is in our hands We take this opportunity! Moreover, even Marinetti, in his Futurist Manifesto, was passed by turin, Via Vanchiglia 2, footnote "Tavern of the Holy Palate". In fact, I live in Turin, not far from Via Vanchiglia ... ... and close to me, in Via Saorge, there is really a "Trattoria the Holy Palate "... Courage ... GOING BEYOND!
Claudio Palumbo.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

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