crisis Why should a viewer, after following a tan, should be discouraged?
There is perhaps that we are facing a serious economic crisis? No. Is there any problem with the public school? No. The researchers of the Italian universities have perhaps some reason to complain? No. We are a country where every day they die at least a couple of people at work? No. Our national airline has just failed?
No. So what? No, I say this because our prime minister has said verbatim:
"Rai spreads anxiety and pessimism. Intervene since the tv gives peace of mind. "
Here's the funny answer the journalist's Republic Sebastiano Messina :
Optimism in unified networks
How can Rai," cooperate with the government to spread peace ' ? It 's simple. Meanwhile, following the example of Mediaset, or by embarking on a film inspired by a rosy optimism government. A few examples: "The crisis is wonderful," "How to lose a million € and live happily" or "007 work can wait."
Then you have to give a better aggiustatine programs in the schedule, because it may spread a bit 'of good cheer among viewers. Beginning with Raitre, of course. Fabio Fazio The program will be called from now on "What a great time doing," "Bittersweet" will be renamed "Delicious" and "One day in district court" will become "A Sunday at the carnival." Raidue must delete "unresolved killings" and replace with "The Mysteries of Father Christmas." As Raiuno, is already in order. The only change will be the new broadcast Saturday night, "Carfagna, what luck!".
The ocean is wonderful in a glass Just a triviality (the inability to be present at the graduation of a friend of mine because I live a few hundred kilometers away) to make me feel helpless in the face with a reality that often I forget: I do not hundred lives would be enough to repay the other love that I received. And all I do is too little. I am a small glass on which has been poured an ocean of love. And not being able to contain more than a certain amount, because the rest is overflowing, I can only return a fraction. Maybe one day explode, and my glass walls will become warm and cozy in the bottom of the Atlantic. And then evaporate, returning to heaven that I won through meeting with people who have accompanied my journey.
My novel - Day 3 Sunday 26 I started to write my novel. I entered the life of Andrea, my protagonist, while he was on a beach in India, 26 in another Sunday four years ago.
Andrea and I have known for almost three years. Since he came to my house and asked me to tell her story. I sat, and listened. I tried to understand who he was, what emotions would send me, because he had the urge to tell her life. I learned about his wife, his son, his friends, his colleagues, the city where he was born and the countries visited. We talked early in the morning, barely awake. Or in the evening during dinner. O night, in dreams. And little by little I learned to know his thoughts, his views on the world, his love for travel and tennis matches, the exceptional acumen with which he analyzes the people but also the fragility behind the sarcasm. He wanted me to write immediately, I started to tell it from beginning to end. But I explained that I am a writer, not a biographer. I could not confine to copy the story I would tell. I had to rework it, structure it, make it my own. Making a narrative through the use of magic words, what for him was real life. Andrea snorted. He did not understand. The only story that he wrote in his life was a single line. But then he understood when I explained that novels are like wine: they need to ferment, grow in the mind of a writer. They have to take air, oxygen supply experience, rise slowly.
Now the wait is over. Andrea greeted me and was back in his world (there will be a parallel world where people live?), Leaving me alone, facing the blank page, and the writing is wonderful and awful: Chapter 1. Actually I was not abandoned. It 's always next to me, in thought. And he's happy because I'm telling his story. Although no one yet knows, but before I finish writing it will spend several seasons. And I feel like a pregnant woman who has just started nine months of confinement. Inside me there is a potential child that I will have food, week after week, and grow with love and dedication. Until one day, when all parts of the child will be complete, I can finally give birth ... (hopefully in the libraries of Italy), and since then my child will no longer be only mine, but it would mean all those who want to read it. But the road is so long and so hard the way that I can now only dream of. And write to Andrew ... the man who knocked on my door one day and asked me to tell her story.
Just a remote Some say that television sucks (to put it mildly). And is ready to hurl the TV out the window of the house (I know who did it) claiming the right to raise their children without the means of infernal damnation!
Someone else says that it was much better before, when instead of a fool in front of the screen, you can relax reading a good book ...
Someone else yells at the junk programs, insisting that disgusted "The Island of the Famous" or "Friends" or "Big Brother" are the result of socio-cultural degeneration of our century.
pity then that the former is left with the children targeted by sociopaths classmates butt of consumer jokes because they do not know what the news Strip and have never seen a Formula 1 Grand Prix on TV, and do not know the Dr. House nor face nor Piero Angela advertising Mulino Bianco ... I
seconds instead instead of reading a good book if they are in front of the TV to look The Murder, She Wrote (as if they were forced). And the third
know every single detail of what critics: in fact are the first viewers of the programs which inveigh against.
I say that we have gone mad! I say that the truth is so obvious that even a child of four years could explain (you will be surprised dell'acume of certain children of four years, that sometimes parents are more mature in their thirties). I say that television is a way, that's all. Such as radio, cinema, print ... And each of us has the freedom to do what he wants.
If television offers programs that interest you, look at them.
If you offer them, not to look.
If you like, turn it on.
If you do not like it, keep it off.
You can look at it once a month or seven hours a day. It just depends on you. So I did not come and say that you hate a certain program. If it does not mean that the bear look. Because if it did not look at anything you would not have to bear or endure.
Once a guy said to me: "I hate the programs of the De Filippi! And you? "
And I reply:" Not me. Do not watch them, so do not know them, and I can not hate something I do not know. "The point is this. Why look at something we do not like just for the sake of criticism? Are we really that masochistic?
I watch only what I love. So I do not feel compelled nothing to hate. It 's simple, no? Just a remote control.
Sometimes I wish it were so with men. A remote control was enough to forget the people who have done something wrong. Wipe from our television programming wrongs and injuries received. Eliminate the unpleasant el'insopportabile. But then I think that if God has granted us this opportunity, it is precisely because life is not something you can turn on and off at will. And it's you decide who you will meet and who is not, and those who know us, who will love you and who does not. Every encounter is a gift that is delivered to you because you make good use of it. And any effect ports (tolerable or intolerable, pleasant or unpleasant) has the effect to make you take a step forward along the path that leads to self knowledge. If a remote control was enough to eliminate what we do not like our life, everything would be easier but also more empty. Luckily it does not.
Presidents compared
"The only thing Americans have to fear is fear itself."
(Franklin Delano Roosevelt)
"Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. "
(John Fitzgerald Kennedy)
" We must not fear the future, because we are the future. "
(Ronald Reagan)
" The best thing about these eight-year presidency was the twenty-five pound trout I caught in the lake of my ranch. "
(George W. Bush)
The Bible day and night and i-pod divine ended yesterday morning one of the most important media experience always the reading of the Bible . The longest live broadcast in the history of television. More than 1,200 readers of age, gender, nationalities and religions have followed the laws laid down in the Holy Cross in Jerusalem to Rome, to read (with the sun, few interruptions of sacred songs), the 46 books of the Old Testament and 27 New Testament books. A marathon lasted seven days and seven nights, inaugurated by Pope Benedict XVI with the first chapter of Genesis and closed by Cardinal Tarcisio Bertone with the last song of the Apocalypse. Beyond what has been said and what you might say, who takes the frequency of RAI Educational has had the opportunity to switch, at any time of day or night, the television tuned to the Word of God The Father's word, proclaimed by the different voices of several men who inhabit the Earth, been a recurring theme that has been the soundtrack to the lives of millions of people during the last week. As background music that accompanies the people while working, eating, writing, reading, sleeping and dreaming. A seamless flow. A voice whispered that never tires of telling us what we love. Reflecting on what music accompanies our movements and our days, especially after the spread of i-pod and mp3 players, I figured that while boys jog, or walk down the street, or take the subway, with the tune their i-pod "divine" the word of God to hear, like music, looking into the eyes of the people they encounter, those that reach those who see sitting or standing, silent or screaming, smiling or pensive. And when they come home Do not remove the i-pod from his ears, but let the stream of words flow, even while eating, even while they study, even when they go to sleep. And after a while 'words matter even more, is only the voice, which speaks to the heart and not your ear, that even in sleep, when the brain goes to sleep, he continues to caress the soul. Every day, every night. Until you forget to even have the i-pod in your ears. Why is now a part of us. If this is utopia, what would be nice happened this week, however, had awakened dormant in the hearts of men the desire to rediscover the Word. Perhaps reading the morning before going to university, or in the evening when you return from work. As a small sip of water between fatigue and the other regenerating. As heard in Beethoven's Ninth lunch break. If nothing else, this adventure television reminded us that when we wish, we can "turn on the TV Bible and listen to God (just recall the book of sacred scriptures that we hold on the shelf in the upper right corner full of dust). Without time limits. Wherever we are. Day and night. 
