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bleak conclusions of a working Monday in Rome

In my work I happen frequently enough to interface with a particular category of people that is divided into two subcategories: one of the useless (because they simply ignorant of the matter that should be addressed) and that of those who do harm (ignorant, but not aware of it, the matter that should be addressed).
Unfortunately these are the most dangerous ones. In this Monday
spent in Rome I had to do with a series of specimens belonging to this second subset.
Can I share the inflexibility that is required by certain procedures and by various laws, but I can not accept and can not tolerate the rigidity on the part of incompetent people, perched on the unjustifiable and indefensible positions, which are outside their competence and their self-serving position domain (I dare not ask granted on the basis of merit as a criterion) stand as the basis for the bearers of absolute truth.
The arrogance of those who does not know the regulations, while those who are not able to properly articulate a sentence in Italian follow a complement to a verb and a subject with arrogance of those who claim to judge arbitrarily choosing the wrong instruments, wrong mode, reasons for inconsistent and not congruent with the tone of the situation suggests, this is not acceptable.
do not work is because, as in all things, and for some jobs in particular, respect, responsibility, humility to give someone standing in front of their views (especially when it might be an opportunity to approaching the subject for which he paid handsomely though not even remotely idea of \u200b\u200bthe foundations) and the awareness to operate with common sense are essential aspects. Or maybe I just think these things important, especially as today when I got up 5 to return to the home at 22 past.
Unfortunately, the stupidity, arrogance and disarming the staggering incompetence of a certain class, I can not define "manager" because it is in error with a modicum of power in the hands (and remains blinded), despite being worth - morally and professionally - as the two of spades when the trump is hearts, ultimately have an impact on businesses and the public interest of citizens.
But this is Italy.
The group of useless officials today made me lose all confidence in the development of our country, whatever they say our politicians in the forthcoming election campaign, I can only hope the worst things. To begin with, they will find someone who li cacci fuori a calci nel culo dagli uffici e dagli incarichi per i quali in una giornata come oggi, mandando a monte senza motivo il lavoro di tante persone oneste, guadagnano senz'altro quanto il sottoscritto in un mese.
Vergogna.

Krakow Prices Beer 2009

A novel mathematical

Matematica e letteratura hanno incrociato il cammino troppe volte perché si tratti soltanto di incontri casuali. Se è vero che entrambe sono attività di "finzione" e consistono principalmente nel'invenzione di mondi possibili, non deve stupire questo continuo rispecchiamento.
Pubblico oggi il primo di una piccola serie di racconti "matematici". Si tratta di racconti finiti, come in questo caso, o di brevi estratti da testi più lunghi.
Fatemi sapere che ne pensate.


Continuity of Parks (Julio Cortázar)

He had begun reading the novel a few days before. Left him to urgent business, he returned by train to open as he returned to the farm, slowly let himself be of interest to the plot, the character design. That night, after writing a letter to his attorney and discussing a matter with the factor of sharecropping, he returned to the book in the tranquility of the study that opened the park of oak. Lying in the favorite chair with your back to the door that would have bothered as an irritating intrusion possibilities, let your left hand caress repeatedly the green velvet and si mise a leggere gli ultimi capitoli. La sua memoria riteneva senza sforzo il nome e le immagini dei protagonisti; l'illusione romanzesca lo conquistò quasi subito. Godeva del piacere quasi perverso di staccarsi di riga in riga da ciò che lo attorniava, e di sentire al tempo stesso che la testa riposava comodamente sul velluto dell’alto schienale, che le sigarette erano sempre a portata di mano, che al dì là delle vetrate danzava l'aria del crepuscolo sotto i roveri. Di parola in parola, assorto nel sordido dilemma degli eroi, lasciandosi andare verso le immagini che si componevano e acquistavano colore e movimento, fu testimone dell'ultimo incontro nella capanna sul monte. Prima entrava la donna, guardinga; adesso arrivava l'amante, my face hurt by lashes of a branch. Admirably she dabbed the blood with her kisses, caresses, but he refused, he had not come to repeat the ceremonies of a secret passion, protected by a world of dry leaves and furtive paths. The dagger is warmed against her bosom, and crouched under pulsed freedom. A dialogue flowed anxious for pages like a stream of snakes, and felt that everything was decided a long time. Even those caresses which enveloped the body of the lover as if to restrain and dissuade him abominably drew the figure of another body that had to be destroyed. Nothing had been forgotten: alibis, circumstances, errors. From that hour, each moment was carefully determined its use. The list was interrupted when two ruthless to allow a hand caressing his cheek. He was beginning to get dark.

Without even looking over, tied closely to the task that awaited them, they parted at the door of the hut. She was to continue the path that was heading north. On the opposite path he turned for a moment to see her running with her hair down. He ran too, providing protection against the trees and hedges as long distinguished in the haze of mauve dusk the driveway leading to the house. The dogs were not barking, and barking. The factor should not be there at that hour, and was not there. Go up the three steps of the porch and went inside. From the blood that was galloping in his ears he could hear the woman's words: the first a blue room, then a gallery, a staircase with carpet. Upstairs, two doors. No one in the first room, no one in the second. The drawing-room door, and then the dagger in his hand, the light from the windows, the high back of a chair of green velvet, the head of a man in the chair reading a novel.