Rast!
(… Gast sein einmal usw… )
( … it's not an acronym: if you like, it's a Lied: Nun merk' ich erst, wie müd' ich bin, Da ich zur Ruh' mich lege …)
I spend so much time taking care of others that I don't have time to take care of myself, and that piece of me that is you, you who are not the others. The most attentive readers of the newspapers will know what I am talking about, the inattentive readers know as much as the attentive ones (if faeces were a food we would have solved the problem of world hunger: thus, if the informants informed we would have solved that of democracy), but I suppose that they too, even inattentive readers, can imagine what business I am busy with, without needing the boisterous help of other people's imaginations:
In summary, I have to manage the ambitions of those who read the newspapers… and suddenly discover that they have always loved me! Understanding everything is forgiving everything, but, believe me, of all this, of the media and their willing executioners , of the messy pectora caeca drives that want to emerge opes ad summas , of the poor art of our coin-operated prose writers, of all this stuff here , I really care about the right.
I would like only one thing: to bring the Debate back here, because when I make the effort to try, if I insist for a few days, those cultural stimuli come back to me, but also simply emotional ones, which have supported and nourished my work for so many years. Maybe you have learned a lot from me, but I certainly haven't learned a little from you, and right now I feel a more acute need to confront you, to understand with you which direction to give to our work, on which visible line to attest our defenses and how to organize our invisible resistance.
Right now, however, I have two problems: lack of time, and the inadequacy of the interface.
Not much can be done about the first. Joining a team took away my time, which is now no longer mine.
On the second, maybe someone has an idea. My main problem is that I don't want to keep comments open on the blog. There must be restraint here, as there always has been. This space cannot become a micuggini enclave ("micuggino told me that it was public debt, #aaaaabolidiga, #aaaaacoruzzione…", and so on)! We can't waste time with this stuff here, we've already given, and even if it didn't help (because everyone, everyone, everyone stayed like this despite everyone, everyone, everyone distancing themselves from Orthoptera!), it would be even less useful to continue messing around with similar excretions, such as the awanagana that "currency causes inflation," and so on.
No.
I don't want this stuff here, and you don't want it, except in the rare cases where you need the village idiot for a laugh (but I don't have time to romp so I don't have any more). And then, since there must be moderation, and there must also be a dialogue (because there are comments that deserve an immediate response), I need – or would need – to be able to access the blog on the go, not only and not so much to moderate the comments , how much above all to answer. Now, the thing is, I haven't been able to reply to your comments from iPhone for some time now.
The sequence that enables me to reply to you on the PC (access to the blog with my Google identity), if repeated on the iPhone, determines an unusual fact. Once pressed on "Reply", the interface asks me to authenticate again:
and when I log in (i.e. log back in) with my Google identity, this happens:
"Unable to sign in".
Obviously if I try again I return to this point.
I'm thinking that maybe it could be better on Android, and in the end maybe I'll change the system, but as long as I'm on the iPhone I have no way of talking to you except in those very rare moments when I'm in front of a PC, like now. I guess it's frustrating for you to post comments and not see them posted, or get no response. As much as it is frustrating for me to move our dialogue to the blue toilet, where it is exposed to the incursions of the many, too many hired or spontaneous cretins. There was a very short period, a fleeting window of opportunity where Twitter was of some use. Now only the purest shit is drawn from it, I have less and less desire to spend time there, and I don't like bringing serious subjects into that dunghill. Unlike perfect imbeciles, I think a perfect imbecile has the right to vote, but the duty not to annoy me, and of course it's up to me not to lead him into temptation!
If someone can give me a technical solution to manage you "on the go", everything will be more fluid and we will be able to talk to each other more often. Otherwise, we will be able to do it in person on the many upcoming occasions for discussion, such as the "Policies for a new world" tour, the next stop of which is in Silvi Marina:
(you too must have appreciated the social dregs of pandemic punturini who came to whine "Bagnai Sorosiano, advocate the new world ordereeeeh11!!1!"), or the # midtermgoofy of April 15th:
and then of course the #goofy12, whose date you all (indiscriminately) messed up, not in the sense that you didn't get the day right, but not even the month. We'll go back to the old days, and this won't be the only surprise, even if the other won't be a surprise, but an application of one of the blog's milestones : this .
It will be a beautiful edition, we will have a lot of fun, and it will be, like so many others in the past, an edition punctuated by the click of the receivers of the simultaneous translation on the floor of the hall: back to the international, with old and new friends.
But one step at a time: in the meantime, whoever wants to appear in Silvi on 24 March should write to the address given in the poster, because the Leuropea administration is keen to know how many actual participants there will be. It will only be in 11 days and the room isn't huge, so bring it on (it's free anyway).
For the #midtermgoofy April 15 click day will be the day after tomorrow (March 15, one month before).
For the #goofy , which will be on November 25th and 26th (we go back to the traditional format), we will try to do the click day, according to a consolidated tradition, on August 10th.
(… and the goofy off? No, we left that alone. In June we'll do something else, but in a different, more prestigious venue. You'll always be welcome: being "entered" into something must still serve us: if nothing else, to demonstrate that, although this blog has never existed and you don't exist, we still manage to move some holograms …)
This is a machine translation of a post (in Italian) written by Alberto Bagnai and published on Goofynomics at the URL https://goofynomics.blogspot.com/2023/03/rast.html on Mon, 13 Mar 2023 21:36:00 +0000. Some rights reserved under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 license.