Corporate comedy
A contributor that will remain anonymous sent me this brilliant piece of corporate comedy. I’m publishing it as I received it—I just changed the names to preserve the involved party’s last shred of dignity.
Enjoy.
antiorario
Orme di Antiorario
My relaunch
This website has always been a field of experimentation, which hasn’t always had a positive effect on the way it looked, worked, or on the freshness and interestingness of its content. In the past few months I’ve tried to come up with ideas on how to make it better, by keeping eyes and ears open to what content-conscious designers were doing. I’ve been especially inspired by Craig Mod’s journal, which is by design more a collection of essays than a blog.
My writing tools
Now that I’m one of the beta testers of The Soulmen’s new creation, Daedalus—the writing app for the iPad I’m using to write this post—I find myself in a bit of a pickle. The reason is that I have too many writing tools, and still get way too little writing done.1
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Not entirely true: between project briefs and project notes, memos for clients, and a certain number of tweets, I really can’t say I never write. ↩︎
My 1’22”
Ten years ago I graduated from the University of Bologna. As a form of celebration, today I decided to copy the original video to my computer and extract one minute and twenty-two seconds of me trying to explain what made sense of my thesis. And repeating the word “musical” a lot. And moving my hands—I claim it’s because that way I could hide how shaky they were.
After waiting something like ten hours for my turn, after everything was over my vision seemed clearer, the air warmer, Bologna cleaner. I’d forgotten.
My antisocial experiment
When I re-entered Facebook at the end of 2008, my intention was to use other services (Twitter above all) to funnel information into it, in order to minimize the time I’d spend on it. I’ve mostly succeeded, but even this low-investment approach has done nothing to improve my consideration of Facebook. I still think it feels like being in middle school. I’m not saying Twitter is necessarily better in that respect, but I find it a lot less aggravating, especially because it doesn’t want to gulp down every aspect of my life—digital and organic.
My cup of tea
I’m realizing more and more how much I miss random walks when I’m at home, as opposed to when I’m traveling. And it’s not just the possible vacation time I’m missing. Of course I miss having nothing better to do than just walking with a cup of tea in my hands, but there is more to that: the mere idea of disengaging from more regular, desk-based work seems to boost my creativity. But the secret, I think, is to exploit this boost soon—possibly as soon as I get back to my apartment.
My seamless experience
Two weeks ago I was driving a rented car from the Louisville airport to Cincinnati. Thanks to an accumulation of electronic equipment, I was also on a very clear Skype call to Italy—much clearer than the average cellphone call I can experience on either continent. I was so immersed in the conversation that I missed the right junction to the airport—twice, one time leading me into downtown Cincinnati, the other to cross the Ohio river into Indiana.
My way to remember
Naïve as it may sound nine years later, I’ve decided to translate into English the article I started writing for Terza Pagina on September 11, 2001. I’ve corrected only a few things, but mostly tried to be faithful to the original spirit. I like the rush and the bewilderment, and yes, I even like the raw quality of my thinking. The title is an approximation of the original. Literality of translation doesn’t really matter at this point.
Here’s “America who?”—enjoy.
My long shot
I’ve been debating whether or not I wanted to publish this piece, after it didn’t make it to the first issue of Longshot (don’t click on that, I’m not in there). But why be doubtful? I knew what I was getting myself into. So here it is, with no explanations. Because you wouldn’t have gotten any.