Sunday, March 6, 2011

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... Inculcate environmental protection and agriculture

Paul Galazzo, Il Secolo XIX, 6/3/2011

Today we are witnessing a dangerous and devastating attack on the school and here comes the need for some thoughts.
I believe as a teacher in school that there are three ongoing emergencies
Constitution.
The reception and integration of foreign students.
The defense and environmental protection.

In Italian schools do not inculcate ideologies, but surely you want to impress a first citizenship education must be targeted on the sense of legality and ethics of responsibility that the development is carried out when students learn to know and respect the values \u200b\u200bof the Italian Constitution.

On the meaning of the Constitution, its history, its freshness, its relevance and sacredness have nothing to add, is just to point out that teachers must be challenged by us as the text is generated from the action teaching-learning, under the pressure of the changes of globalization, must be constantly updated.

public intervention in the school reception and integration of foreign students become de facto application of those principles which belong to the constitutional and Universal Declaration of Human Rights. I therefore believe that approval of the Memorandum of Understanding between the schools in the Val di Magra, the District Social Health, the cooperative cultural mediation "Open World" signed September 15, 2010 is certainly the ability of public school and not just to incorporate the social and economic change and become subject to actions designed to achieve what the Charter and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights states.

I think it is equally important to instil in young people a more careful and responsible attitude towards environmental issues.
Ecology gives a sense Back to Geography because this area includes terrestrial physics, the biosphere and human settlements.
have reduced the number of hours the subject in the cycle of school for first and second grade has been a resounding failure.
I think the sociologist Edgar Morin, considered one of the most prestigious figures of contemporary culture, as a test: "The seven knowledge necessary education of the future," has captured very well the need for a comprehensive review of knowledge. In Chapter identity and consciousness land claims that we must learn to "be there" on the planet. Learning to be no means to learn to live, share, communicate, to be a community .... as humans on the planet earth. We must not only be of a culture, but also to land. We must strive not to dominate but to care, improve, understand. We need to inscribe us in the environmental awareness that the consciousness of living with all mortals, the same living sphere (biosphere).
only in public schools can inculcate these principles to form the ecological conscience.

And only with this environmental awareness that you can understand the devastation that surrounds us with land, water, air. Become aware and then act.

Paul Galazzo
Movement Stop the use of the land. Group Val di Magra and La Spezia

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The hydrogeological Forgot

Carlo Petrini, La Republica 04/03/2011

possible that when you are concerned with land management, security, environmental degradation, avoid all landscape name it? Still more rain and disasters of all kinds. Still good reason to land degradation, the reckless overbuilding, lack of visions long, consistent, and shared projects.
Many of the factors considered, there are many levels of responsibility. But the call is always missing the same word and the same theme: Agriculture. How do they do? When thinking of land management, environment, degradation of landscape as heck do all our commentators and politicians to avoid naming agriculture? And as a citizen can never grasp the link between individual behavior and its consequences in terms of common assets if the relationship more evident with his daily life (food!) Is systematically ignored by the analysis? Not only are we what we eat, but we are also the way they grow. Decades of recklessness in the management of hydrological soil were accompanied by decades of healthy farming, eco-design of the health of the country has been systematically relegated to the bottom of the priority list of anyone, beginning with the relevant ministers. It is this morning the news that the current Minister of Agriculture can not wait to get out of a chair that has always been considered less prestigious than it is for him: the prospect of change to the culture, the one with a capital letter, it attracts quite a lot. And even before being appointed to his current position honestly expressed his disinterest in doing the "Minister of mozzarella cheese." The academic side is not more consoling: it is a couple of days ago an interview with one of the best known and respected experts in viticulture and enology that clears the whole area of \u200b\u200borganic farming and biodynamic agriculture as "farming crib." Social prestige on the one hand, echoing the other economy: the attitude of Giancarlo Galan da un lato e quello di molti accademici dall´altro ci danno la misura di come l´agricoltura più sana e lungimirante sia stata deprivata di ogni fascino, di ogni sostegno, di ogni politica adeguata, di ogni competenza e attenzione politica. Certo che le colline e le montagne franano. Chi le coltivava con saggezza e sapienza non è stato aiutato a restare dov´era, nessuno ha riconosciuto il suo ruolo, nessuno ha remunerato adeguatamente i suoi prodotti. Tutti gli hanno detto, con le parole o con i fatti, che l´unica cosa sensata da fare era correre verso la pianura, dove i guadagni erano più rapidi, facili e sicuri, e se non erano guadagni che arrivavano da un lavoro agricolo meglio ancora: un po´ di cemento e via, con un´anima brand new. Well, not so much that "it rains, government thief." It is raining after decades of governments eager for success and immediate consensus, governments that have not built well, who did not trust who could advise and help to build economies certainly slower, but more just and more stable than at present. And while these economies collapsed we are so far from recognizing the value of agricultural work that we do not know even pronounce the name

Describe A Car Accident

Politics and Territory: The territory of Powerlessness and subjection

of Robert Lamm, Il Secolo XIX, 2/3/2011

I have followed with much sadness triggered the debate in recent weeks by the position of Professor Roberto Mazza, a spokesman for "Stop the use of the land" on the mingling of technical and administrative offices in the politics of the territory of several municipalities of our province.
In summary, Mazza said something that is before the eyes of all and that is that many technical departments of municipalities of our province are not able to carry out an effective policy of defending the territory than the aggressive plans of private .
This implies a very severe trial against the policy which has its own strategic autonomy and that has not been able, despite ruling for decades, virtually without opposition, at least within the institutions, to create the conditions for the birth and affirmation of a "management" high profile public and professional culture, strong technical competence and autonomy.
You might have expected praise and support for the positions of Professor Mazza, instead, we have seen so much silly target of criticism as apodictic, all the cliches: "We are very good and we say it alone" or on that ' another, an "evergreen" the worst policy, "if you know something, go to the Prosecutor of the Republic".
The problem, in fact, it is mainly the judiciary, even if it was not uncommon, it is, and if you continue on this path, it will be; the real issues are, first, the inextricable mingling among administrators and officials, including political and technical structure of the Government, on the other hand, the total absence of planning a high autonomous choices and, protection of public goods, environmental , landscape, cultural and architectural, which are the true wealth of our province.
long time I abandoned the policy in which, however, I have always played a marginal role, perhaps because incapable of dealing with public officials who have ruled in recent years, standards of courage, competence and autonomy.
then I would just like to offer a small personal contribution to the debate of clarity.
If the whitewashed tombs that today they tear their clothes and ridiculous attacks to promote Mazza have the intellectual honesty to accept the challenge, I am willing to be listed in a public venue, in prose or in poetic form, perhaps in rhyme, all cases of technicians who are also political leaders and public administrators and public officials who are also engineers of the territory, served with wives, husbands, partners, friends and relatives.

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Giovanni Valentini
La Repubblica, 03/03/2011

It was not raining so for forty years, according to statistics from the national meteorological unperturbed, in the Marche flagellate weather. And before the storm water, snow and wind that rages from one end of the boot, there is a strong temptation to resort once again to the cynicism of an old popular proverb to say that for forty years we had a government so prone to appropriation misappropriation and use of land.
But really this is just the latest episode, in chronological order, of an endless story that unfortunately takes a long time and now has transformed our beloved peninsula in Malpaese more sinister and vulnerable in Europe. Let us hope that, sooner or later arrive at a reasonable ending.

There is no disaster or natural disaster that may in fact be relegated to the size biblical destiny, without calling into question the responsibility or at least the co-responsibility of man, the man of the government and the man in the street, the mighty and the ordinary citizen. Victims, wounded and missing, mudslides, landslides and flooding, damage and ruins are just the sad result of the conjunction between the fury of the elements and the inaction or neglect of human beings. Everything, except emergency event that is unforeseen and unpredictable, accident, accident of history.
therefore not surprising that much even the news that Indonesia in the post-earthquake reconstruction has proceeded faster than Eagle. Despite the rhetoric of triumphalism government someone might wonder if anything to the contrary.
There is always the hand of man, his speech, his absence or at least his complicity in the collapse of the territory which aggravates the effects and consequences of natural phenomena. That is, the excessive consumption of the soil, altering buoyancy widespread hydro-geological, reckless of the coasts, and anything else illegal. When the hills and mountains crumbled to the valley, often depends on the phenomenon of uncontrolled logging that cuts through the trees and destroy the "network" of underground roots. When the river overflows, flooding the countryside and claiming victims, the most common cause is the diversion of river beds or the originating artificial transformation of the banks. And so on, to ruin in destruction.
lacks a comprehensive policy of the territory, it lacks the prevention, are exempt from time to time amnesties or pardons: and then yes, the government is really "thief" because it deprives the community and future generations a heritage irreproducible. But it lacks even the ordinary maintenance, that which is first to the State, central agencies and local government. And though it is also a private citizen: the farmer, the owner, tenant or the individual blocks, each of us short in their habitat vital to promote what Salvatore Settis called "people's share" in the book entitled Landscape, Constitution, Cement, invoking a battle against environmental degradation, civil.
land policy means, first, government and territorial management. Care, control, planning, planning. But before, it means the local culture: that is, knowledge and respect. Awareness of a common good, of belonging and identity. And so, nature conservation, environment, landscape.
A mud material and a virtual mud now threatens to engulf Italy. The sludge produced by the weather, water and earth. And the sludge produced by the rampant immorality, hedonism and unbridled dall'affarismo. Both must be stopped, in ragione della responsabilità e della solidarietà.
La convivenza di una comunità nazionale si fonda necessariamente sull'etica civile. Questa riguarda l'ambiente in senso stretto e l'ambiente in senso lato, la società e la politica. Non c'è legge elettorale, consenso popolare o federalismo municipale che possa surrogare o sostituire un tale valore costitutivo. È proprio attraverso la devastazione del territorio che rischia di passare fatalmente la disgregazione del Paese.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Fly With Expired Drivers License

Brain fart. Cap III


Meanwhile, in the countryside, Lucilla, a 'merry peasant of seven feet and twenty blessed she was cooking dinner for himself and his servant, a potato soup. All 'suddenly turned and said in a melodious voice:

"Damn ... is over rosemary ..." he turned to the cellar and said

"Merilìn, wines here and coglimene just nu ..." Then he turned quiet again to the stove to put in 'the ferret water to boil. (.. But what kind of people you know? Oo ... See, even here it took the WWF uu) (See what I thought they were friends of yours -.- people who put the ferret in potato soup I do not know) Less than ten seconds later came a scream from the basement appeared a strange inhuman and unequal be eyed, holding a sprig of rosemary.

"Was this the thing you wanted, you shitty womannn?" vomited, brandishing the rosemary like a scimitar. She smiled (revealing his conflicted relationship with the farrier, dentist 's age: had eleven teeth in the mouth, including five decayed, rotten three, two and a crooked rebuilt, the miracle of' time) and then said, sweet as a kilo of sugar (chemically bleached, no cane, that what little sweetening):

"Grazzzie Marilìnn, You always kind eh? Varda that the nn give you pocket money to buy the makeup ... "** (yes, dear Lucilla was multilingual) And he would hear those words became a bunny. He fell to his knees and began to plead:

"Noooo my sweet angel, nooo ... my makeup. Greasepaint er nun me touch you that impales the Indian Blackbird" (note the change of language from a Roman Inglese, Yess uh, everything on language courses Deagostini) Lucilla turned the spoon stirring the soup (which was stuck a piece of celery and the ferret, which is still perky, trying to escape his fate) and began to shout:

"nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu merlettin nuuuuuuuuuuuuuu the nun that you can not use more than you do my lipstick! "Oibò thought Marilyn (Manson, for those who did not catch you ... Marilyn Manson adorooooooo !!!.) (oh jesus, the youth of today ...) ... . but he recovered quickly. And with renewed force holding the sprig of rosemary said:

"Your lipstick? I do not need your lipstick! I do my lipstick with (it is said with iglesia with, gnurant -.-") your blood! Haha! I kill you! " But while Marilyn approached Lucilla and tried to stab with rosemary, Lancelot brave (yes, well, I did not particularly committed with the names) it rained from the ceiling and stunned the poor wretches. Our rider, having cleverly avoided further dent Marilyn get up and staggered dramatically, asked the poor Lucilla where the base of his skill (and bitch ...) (persons for the horses so we call them "cranky" .. although asshole makes the best 'idea xD) the beast' had thrown. She slightly (I emphasize SLIGHTLY) confused (she had fallen on his head a man of 70kg full armor kit and the small grinder, then more than 150kg in the head .. oO ... great, I love you because you are able to understand the weight of a person in 's eye. ... ") was a revelation, fell to his knees and said

"A MIRAAAACOLO! San Gennaro six rained from the sky! No reels ... "she added looking better,

Equal cchiù na .... especially the knight or saint, but when pisi?" He said rubbing his back

"manneggia to you ... and I'm Marilyn .. peaks vulia sloth? straniri sti ... bah! O, "

continued, putting a hand over her mouth, embarrassed,

" Excuse my dialect very courteous in his regard, I was wondering why all the time trying to pair, however, knows ... we are in the 'gay town (please insert name) (Ah boh) ... "Lancelot looked around, then took off the 'helmet (which he had worn while flying to prevent it ruffled his flowing hair) and said

" My name is Sir Lancelot, at your service! "and bowed to her. Then he got up and tried to look over its huge breasts and continued

"I am very sorry to have brought so much turmoil in his home ... but the 'hour is late and I would like to rest. (L 'hour is late ... it was quarter to six. Tell that is an excuse for not working, lazy!) Can I ask if there is a nearby inn to rest so that the mie stanche membra? Domani al primo canto del gallo sarò qui per recarle ausilio, dolce e solitaria madamigella…” (Non aveva ancora notato Marilyn steso a faccia in giù sul pavimento) . Terminato il monologo si accorse che nella stanza era calato un silenzio di tomba: gli abitanti di quella casa, non abituati a parole del genere, avevano afferrato si e no due vocaboli. (Vedete, Lucilla si era fermata ai primi due numeri del corso DeAgostini "Impara l' italiano con Giovanni Muciaccia")

(A dirla tutta non erano abituati neanche tanto a parlare: di solito si comunicava a gesti o grugniti). Lanci si accorse di questo e tradusse istantaneamente il suo discorso:

“Scusate se v’ ho quasi demolished the house, eh. Mo so tired, you know where I can find a mica 'inn where he slept? Tomorrow t 'help to repair the ceiling and the floor. " Lucilla s' face lit up and said quickly:

"... No sir, you do not have to worry about ... than never allow a young man to go alone so .... Ch'avite as ditto? Ah ... Yes ... such a late hour .. I know your name is? "(I had said before but Lucilla was still counting the stars that revolved around the head). The young man knelt down (again ... * _ * have moved you've learned a word of 'English) and exclaimed

"Sir Lancelot, at your service." Still, stop. Let's take a 'look at what is happening in the brain of Lucilla. Our gallant knight, stoned by the blow, had not noticed that

a) The Valkyrie of the poor was the x-rays (for obvious reasons we can not say what he was thinking, you need to know that things were very, very dirty);

b) Marilyn was awakening, and had taken advantage of the moment to give herself to a lipstick ripassatina;

c) The Indian blackbird was communicating with gestures to the wretched to escape while it was on time;

d) The house mouse was rubbing a caciotta. (Ok there ' enter anything but a fourth option was there)

Yes ... our dear Lucilla, who was not really a holy woman, had already given a 'look at the tonnage of the rider and had decided that the taste ... End Freeze, can share the story. Lucilla settled quickly by the hair and said,

"Lancelot, yes, you're right .. I have here tonight, like it or not, tomorrow morning I call the parquet Umberto as I have partially destroyed the ceiling and the floor." ( We have realized -.-) Meanwhile, Marilyn had recovered and was set up. Lancelot had not opened his mouth, struck by the strange demonic figure in shorts burgundy breeches and red lipstick sin (sin red lipstick? Oo what a color is?) (oh well, better make red slut?) (But because you are volgave! O_O) (uu uu I did not want to say) that attach in a threatening from behind the woman. Lancelot stared insistently at least 10 min when the demonic figure, feeling uncomfortable, and took the stunned Lucilla's room .. Lancelot, when he awoke, sat comfortable on the bed trying to sleep and almost succeeded but when his eyes began to close he came at last to do with satanic Lucilla (Yes.. Like Marilyn, I know that Satanism attacks, type 's herpes Oo) and attempted to rape but Lancelot repeatedly managed to avoid its abuse by jumping on the furniture all night. In the morning, in fact, he woke up perched on a roof beam. Watching carefully, he noticed that under Lucilla was still there, asleep against the beam, which was gripping the broom with which he had tried all night of clubs with poor results (and less evil, 'he had caught only once grazed dislocating right ankle) and his satanic do was even more pronounced because he had not slept all night. (L 'image was more or less this: the dark circles came up to my knees (dark circles of two meters and twenty? Wow Oo) and the hair was a wire, not the typical woman of about 28 make-up .. ah .. you should know that if you Lucilla makeup x 56 years .. so well demonstrated, say, prefer soap and water).

"amoreeeeeeee ... I love you ... it was love at first sight my .. and if you go down the thunder ... I know I love you ... .. come down in the mouth on the cat My little mouse ..." she said.

"I'd rather die .. 'Thought Lancelot.

"Cotto jugged .. but never in the hands of the sort of crazed buffalo." Fortunately Lancelot's the doorbell rang and Lucilla had to give up its prey and go to open. Lancelot, when he heard the footsteps of the woman far enough, and went down from its beam in the dining room. There they found a man with a legendary bald head (the legendary Umberto, parquet of the countryside. Just to let you know, it was he himself who described himself as mythical as parquet, but the rest of the county thought that the 'only thing that was legendary in mind about him was, in fact, his legendary bald.) semisvenuto the ground and could not blame him as Lucilla in person was Medusa (Medusa was the one with snakes in his head). But Umberto had a hammer (he swiped the hammer to Thor .. Iron-man, Spider-man x-man .. and the one with wings on his head ... - 'six of clarity, you ...) and recovered in a flash but the poor guy passed out for 6 more times since it was always lucilla front, in the end she was taken to his room to avoid the death of the innocent poor wooden floor (which was not as innocent as it looked when he rubbed the silver). Lucilla in the blink of 'eye in the sixth and went back down to the dining room where Umberto was starting to fix the floor, but at the sight of Lancelot, who had swiped a bowl of soup with potatoes, spat reflected the soup spoon he had just put in your mouth in the face of poor parquet that severely burned her face and also partially bald (poor minka day ... it was not really ...)

"Oh my god sorry I'm sorry .." Lancelot shouted.

"EXCUSE A HORN!! DICK!! FIRST THING THAT I AM IN FRONT Viscidi and then I spit in his face what STRANGE COSO Stink !!!!! I'm leaving!! FUCK !!!!..." Umberto screamed.

He put in place his tools and went out slamming the door. Lucilla sent him to the devil and said that these 'affront would have paid him .. (no one had ever insulted his soup .. the only one who had done was her ex-husband and was now walled up alive in the oven and ... This imparts a rather special to dishes that were cooked to 'inside).

".. .. strung the guy," said Lancelot.

"Anyway I do not find it strange smelly thing ... and even if it was to me like a mess ... .. mmm ... gnamm buohhnohhgahh ... "(unfortunately he was beginning to have difficulty speaking because language had begun to fill with bubbles) and continued to eat quietly ... (He did not know her husband, but in any case he did not trust much of that chick ... and just wanted to leave as soon as possible from the house of stramboidi) ... and while they sipped the strange greenish broth, was looking for a way to escape. (and getting Gastric lavage should just come out of there. In fact, he corrected himself, perhaps he had better get denuclearization.)


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