Past and Acronyms

January 15, 2015

In a few days will be 16 years since I started interacting with people using a computer.
This is a little shocking note and I could write a long post if with my mind I jump back to the “mIRC” era.

Why this crazy note? Because I just realised that even if I have been exposed to acronyms (mostly in a language that is NOT my native language) since I was 11,
I still have troubles to figure out some of the “new” acronyms running through the web.

“Recently” I have noticed that people on the web post things, mainly photos, tagging the post with “TBT”.
I was too lazy to check but when I saw that a friend of mine playing the TBT game (can it be defined as a game?) was, every Thursday, posting an old picture, I realised what that TBT might have meant.

I am still curious to understand why people decided to show old things on Thursday but well, next time I have nothing to do I’ll check on web possible explanations.

In short,

It’s Thursday
means it’s web day for “throwing back” old things…shots included.

Tomorrow starts the NYE
(acronym for New York Encounter)
2 years in web terms is a lot so here you get one shot

NYE 2013 - final show
that fits the TBT “tradition” and tells about the NYE (actually it tells of the final show, but music is part of the Encounter).

Well, I confess, I was tempted to just post a picture I found recently, taken at the NYE but never shared with the web.
I can’t remember to have taken it,
I guess it’s one of my let’s-see-if-camera-works-fine-with-this-setting shotNYE2013 - last evening

I also wanted to write a whole post using just the first letter of each word,
but then I thought none would understand what I mean to say.

Seriously, whoever can be in NYC for the next 3 days might want to consider to check what happens at the NYE.

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The elegant arrogance

November 23, 2014

The elegant arrogance - 7th January 2012

I am envious

yes, I wish I were able to display and use the “elegant arrogance”

like this seagull that seems thinking

“The wave hits my rock in a way it bothers me?
No problema, I take off and get back when wave is gone”

I wish I had seen this possible meaning back to when I took that picture in January 2012

Only 3 years ago but too many years ago for a lot of reasons

back then I was just “gloomy captivated” by that dance,

of that elegant weird dance/game the seagull was playing with the sea

Now I just smile, see, record and go ahead.

Not sure this is a good sign.

We’ll see.

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Willy Bit reached the end of the stairs (7th)

March 6, 2014

7th Willy Bit on great grandpa's typewriter

and he discovered the stairs where the keys of an old typewriter

It took a while to him but he wanted to write something to check if the typewriter was still working.

Willy Bit’s first adventure is over but…

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Weirdness from the archive

February 28, 2014

Weirdness from the past

Day off due to sickness and to recover from bad, not unexpected, result

Means it’s day of clean up.
While I was cleaning up the archive of pictures taken with my previous (and first) DSLR I found the above picture

It took me a few minutes to guess it’s probably a test I did in 2008.
In that year, with the webmaster, we were planning the layout of the website (that we started on April 2009).

Not sure I really want to but this picture gave me a little idea…

who knows…

going back to work on the archive and some new Willy Bit adventure

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August 17, 2013

Bee - August 2013

A penny for the Old Guy


We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

T.S. Eliot – “The hollow men”.

Dead bee - August 2013

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Pictures from the past yelling at me

June 23, 2013

Yelling Sparrow - June 2009

I was about to complain for not having time to take pictures, then I recalled (once again) how much left work I have

e.g. the sparrow picture above is 4 years old

There is another side effect in surfing through old pictures folders, this time I’m probably going to drive mad at me 90% of my friends… but I am waiting to see their actual feedback before telling what is all about

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May 7, 2013

Since I was a little girl people often told me “you think too much”

I used to answer back “well, what if it’s you not thinking enough?”

I guess some friendships ended this way.

Well, evidently those weren’t great friends.

Now I know friends that smile at me and say “well… we’ll see who is right!”

Today I wish I could stop thinking…just open my books of Algebra and Geometry and study.

Unfortunately I guess this won’t happen until this afternoon. In less than an hour I’ll meet a friend, a girl that started university the same year I have started it. We followed lectures together for the first 3 years.

After these years I slowed down till totally freeze for 2-3 years, she instead (thank Lord) didn’t, indeed in the meanwhile she got both the equivalent of BA and a Master degree in physics.

She invited me to both graduation events, following parties included but I skipped everything… I just tried to contribute to present organized by other classmates. Reasons are obvious.

For her master degree I wanted to do something more… I tried to see if I could go to the ceremony or the party but, humps… didn’t felt like going.
So, since she likes art and despite this she said an excited “Beautiful!” at looking at a picture I took in Venice on January, I thought that it might have been a nice idea to give her a copy of that picture.

A "postcard" and a present.

Just the picture felt not human enough so behind it I wanted to write something.

Something of mine? Nah.

A quotation.
But which?
I tormented 4 friends,  Italians and Americans,  until a friend from Ohio suggested me a site of quotation about science and beauty. No wonder that I found what I was looking for and that I call the lady from Ohio “my favorite quotatrice*”

Here is the sentence.

“The scientist does not study nature because it is useful; he studies it because he delights in it, and he delights in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living.”

Henri Poincaré, French mathematician, theoretical physicist, engineer, and a philosopher of science (1854-1912), The Value of Science, Cosimo, Inc., 2007, p.8.

Of course written in English, not because Poincaré was English but because I was known among classmates as “the crazy one that takes pictures and doesn’t bother studying on books in English”… someone added with a disgusted  expression “and she wants to visit USA!”… eheh, I had some funny classmates.

Of course all this activated a set of thoughts and memory that are of no help for focusing on books I had to put away years ago.

Anyway, I hope this friend will enjoy this simple present and, above all, I hope she’ll never stop finding Beauty in what she does, and who knows, someday even recognize It 🙂

*quotatrice is not a real Italian word, the correct Italian word is “citazionista” but I don’t like how it sounds. A citazionista is someone who often says/writes quotation

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A “phonic” picture

May 3, 2013

Weird, this is one of those few years that I remember what happened (to me) …well…now, it’s 14yrs ago.
A car hit me while crossing a street on my way from school to home (I was at the Italian equivalent of the 6th grade).
Nothing happened, nothing more than a few hours of memory black-out and a bit of fear.

I hit my head but I didn’t conk out. I was able to tell who I was, who were my parents and how to reach them, that means I told by voice my mother’s mobile phone number.
That was good because a nice man called my mother, or better, he dialed the number and then gave me his mobile phone so that I could talk directly with my mother…If you consider that in 1999, over here, very few people had a cellphone and calling via cellphone wasn’t cheap…it’s a double nice gesture.
Unfortunately, due to the memory black-out I remember only the sweet and the deep tone of voice of that man. Nothing else.

Here comes the “funny” aspect of the situation: I was 11, able to give useful information but, I have been told that, when mom and doctors tried to make me tell what day was or what had happened at school that day or similar information I yelled with rage “I don’t know! I don’t know!”.

Now we (in family) laugh about the situation and how my “crazy” brain activated a kind of simple emergency mode:
1. recall and tell useful information,
2. remove useless data
3. don’t record any further information

Maybe it’s a strange thing to say, but I’m glad I recorded at least the voice of that man.
I guess his kindness activated my “beauty sensor” and despite the situation I recorded that event (like a kind of phonic picture).
Only that tone of voice.
I recall nothing else of those hours.

My brain started to record information again only a few hours later when, already at home, mom gave me one of my favorite ice-cream.

Well, makes sense, I was 11, ice-cream was a very important thing!

Feeling old: I took this picture with my Galaxy Nexus, something that would be considered impossible 14yrs ago – (c)

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I thought “growing old” meant…

April 24, 2013

to grow stronger.


with the passing of time it feels like I’m weaker and weaker and today, during the first 2 hours of my day, I found another crack in my soul.
Disturbing if I think I’m not even 30… I mean, in 40 years I’ll be crying all days?

I went out checking if I there were new sunflowers sprouts and I find a new sprout.
Perfect way to start a day if it wasn’t for that white “thing”

At a first sight I thought it was a big bird excrement and thought it was disgusting… it was annoying but ok, with the proper tools it can be used as fertilizer.

Then I gave a better look at that thing and realized it is the dead body of a little bird.


Ok it’s not an human, it’s a little bird (how many dies every spring)… but… uff!
The sight is double disturbing.
First because it’s always a dead creature.
Second because before university years I had no problem to deal with dead bodies of animals.
I mean, I didn’t look for them but if at home there was just me, bro and mother it was me the one who was called to bury dead animals (birds and rabbits mainly) found in the yard of our country house…

Today, seeing that little dead thing close to a sunflower sprout has been disturbing enough that probably caused a weird behavior

Indeed, my first instinct had been to take a picture of it and share it (with the proper alert)

After 20 minutes I deleted everything and now, after almost an hour, I’m still feeling disturbed.

It’s just a bird.

Probably it is just an unexpected event.

Well… since life is less merciful than spring time with little birds I have to go back to study

So my guess is that editing a new picture and publish it to balance (or “write” about) this morning, is all I can do.


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Taking pictures, sometimes it’s a “dirty” job

April 13, 2013

Today, a couple of friends from USA have made me recalling one of the happiest moments in my life.

The afternoon of Sunday 23rd April 2006.
I was at my senior year in high school.
I spent a good part of that afternoon taking pictures to butterflies in the backyard of family country house.

I had bought (for my 18th birthday) my first DSLR (Olympus E300) 11 months earlier but I was a student with very few (no) friends and I rarely was able to find time to leave home to take pictures.
As a consequence that afternoon  was one of those rare occasions during which I was able to play with my camera.

I still have a clear image (in my mind) of my uncle walking toward to where I was,
and I still remember my yell “stand back or butterflies will fly away”.
Butterfly don’t mind if you yell, but they fly away if you get too close too quickly.

I can’t remember if uncle came closer or just waited for me at home.
but I remember quite well how we enjoyed looking at the pictures I have taken.

I don’t know the reason, but he stopped at this picture.

2006 - Stella

He said “we should name it “Stella”…”.
I have no idea of why he said it. He wasn’t exactly the sweetest man on the earth.
It didn’t matter, I added the word Stella (Star) to that picture file name.
I knew, even if I didn’t know why, it was something I wanted to remember.
He would have died few months later and, trust me, I had no idea (on that day in April 2006) of what was going to happen in the following months.


That day, for a few hours

I have been sitting on dry rabbit excrement but I was happy.

Behind me: Catania and its gulf
In front of me: Mt. Etna
Family at my side
Butterflies one step away from me

Butterfly 2006

one trusted me enough to rest for a while on my hand
a simple joy I have re-discovered only 7 years later in NYC

2006 - trusting human

That was Home.

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Surfing through the archive

April 5, 2013

I’ve almost finished the big poster for the webmaster.

During the “choose the picture” session I ended up opening old folders of pictures.

Today, for the n-th time, an ignored shot that I simply hadn’t the time to consider become “somehow-wow shot”

11 feb 2009 - sparrow

maybe not the best shot ever, but it (as many other who share the same “destiny”) seems being able to say more…

or probably I’ve just grown old in the direction to hear more

Don’t know.

Well…one thing i sure. I guess this can explain why I rarely have the courage to trash a picture and explains the fact that despite I’m a woman I’ve spent more money to buy HD and external HD than for buying clothes, shoes, bags and jeweleries or make-up

For the joy of the webmaster who doesn’t have to learn to buy “women” things to make me happy.

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