Thursday, 14 September 2017

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Thought of the day #32




La mente genera immagini per combattere la propria solitudine.

In equilibrio tra il conforto dei ricordi e la sorpresa dell'invenzione.



Monday, 4 September 2017

I have a new site!


No, it's my old site -- just simplified, greatly.
Old photos will have to migrate.  Nobody looked at them, anyways.

I will have to migrate. Nobody looks at me, anyways.

http://www.missier.it/

There's an odd image on the front page. Which, by and large, is also the only page.

Friday, 21 April 2017


April 22, 2017
Your birthday is not a celebration of yourself.

It is a celebration of your parents, who made you.

A celebration of a couple's one very happy day -- this is what I like to imagine, anyways, as I cannot ask or know for sure, but I remember those days in my own life. Two of them.

I hope one day my children will learn to celebrate us, their parents, on their birthdays, hopefully for a long time after we will have gone.

Progressing into life
(photo taken at a wedding reception Pakistan in April, 2017)

Saturday, 14 January 2017

Are we done yet?

When is it over?
How does it end?
Why did it even begin?

Where's that book I read back in school. I'm sure it's all in there.

Damn. Have I left it on the shelf, many homes ago.
Maybe, I never actually read it.
That's why I don't remember.
Yes that must be it. 

All is left is a few short lines. Not more than thirty, I reckon. And that includes the blank lines, too.
A cheap ending, really.
And written in some primitive English, too. No drama.
The occasional banal typographical device. A flush-right, stuff like that.  Pathetic.
Some include multiple sentences. But all very short, like epitaphs.
You can't scroll down on an epitaph, can you. Has got to be short.
And those rhetorical questions, without even the question mark.
Pretentious.
Self-
Self-something.
Deprecating?
No, no self. The last motion shouldn't really be an inward motion. Everybody else does that. Selfies. Hate selfies. Love or hate them, really.
Two sides, always two sides. Simple. I am on the side of those who hate selfies.
Another bold statement! Had to be said. Feel like I'm finally finding my place. Feels natural.

So, maybe a blue horizon, subtly suggesting something to someone, pointing onwards.
A cheap rhetorical figure. Tempering cynicism with fake optimism.
Ready. Wash me away.






Sunday, 26 June 2016

Brexit #1

I am recording my thoughts about these uneasy days. I think it will be interesting to read back on them a couple of years from now. So, a time capsule of sorts.

This is a mail I just sent to a good friends in the US of A, who writes:

"I thought the Brits were a safe haven of considered thought and rational behavior!  So much for that image...."

the short story (I plan to have a running blog on the building consequences of this decision):  not any more. Britain just lost all its credibility as a stable, rational country that is good for business. A global disaster.

the populist right managed to convince a slim majority of the population to make a huge decision whose consequences they do not understand, and against their own interest. A masterpiece.
look at the demographics here and here:


Basically, the older population and the working class were duped into supporting a right wing nationalist agenda on the promise they would see fewer immigrants and less money going out of the country and paying into the EU.
What will probably happen instead is that pensioners will lose out on higher prices (for all imports, for starters, as the GBP will at least initially trade much lower and trade barriers will go up again at the same time), workers will have to deal with a shrinking economy, and any deal to trade with the EU as those made with Switzerland and Norway, for example, will cost the country just as much as it does now, but with a lot less control.
Oh and there may be fewer immigrants, but the country is really going to lose the highly skilled ones  (like myself) with jobs in finance, academia, and all the sectors where this country should really keep investing.


Basically, a complete clusterfuck.
you can read a lot about this. I liked this early piece: With a single vote, England just screwed us all


Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Respiro regolare




Cerco pace nei luoghi della mente

costruiti nel tempo

a difesa

Umbria, 2014