Sulla edizione on line de “La Stampa” di oggi leggo un articolo dall’eloquente titolo, “Tutti pazzi per i diplomati”. La teoria sostenita questa volta è che le aziende preferiscono di gran lunga i diplomati ai laureati, soprattutto se giovanissimi. In questi anni, le analisi “giornalistiche sull’argomento si sono sprecate. Prima si soteneva che i laureati nel nostro paese erano troppi, poi ad un certo punto si è passati a dire che erano pochi, quindi che i laureati avevano il doppio delle possibilità di trovare un impiego rispetto ai non laureati, poi che la laurea offriva lavori meglio retribuiti, ora ci comunicano che non è vero… Ricordo un bell’aforisma di Karl Kraus che dice “Non avere un’idea e saperla esprimere: ecco cosa fa di un uomo, un giornalista”. L’articolo in questione non dice nulla di preciso sul lavoro, ma in compenso la dice lunga sui giornalisti.
Giorno: 7 febbraio 2015
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Somebody translate because these are gorgie!!!
“Monday is the pink apostrophe between the words "good” and “fu****g morning”“
"Growing up, you believe that some things might change, that it’s your way to see it that is wrong, or at least you hope so…” “1988” “Oi, now we’re gonna pantsing that fatso while he’s getting out of church, how fun!” “The group/ me, with a village-of-the-damned blond bob” “2013” “Click like on the video "A fatso being pantsied while getting out of church”, 376 friends already liked this element!“
"Why are you wearing those stockings on your head? You look like a rabbit!” “Aren’t we all rabbits?! Don’t we all live fearfully this game called life?!” “Eh?!” “I was getting tired changing my winter wardrobe with summer and spring” “Aaaah…”
“Everyone you meet in life teaches you something, even uncounsciously” “De’, do you remember that thing that I put in the thing? Where is it? Have you taken it?” “For example, my mother uncounsciously taught me how to swear in Ancient Egyptian”.
“In my home absurd things happen, there’s no need for me to make them up” “Sniff, sniff… Milo, you smell like sausage” “It’s the smell that every respectable male should have, mom” “Milo, if mom understood what you tell her, she would kill you!” “Why!! Find me a male (or female) who doesn’t like sausages! A part from pigs and turkeys and… which other animals you make sausages wit” “Dogs. They use chubby dogs in China to make them”.
“How could I?This is not me! Maybe I’m a little stressed, who knows…” “The explanation is easy, darling: you’re a female, and as such you must keep your den in order” “Shouldn’t you spend more time cleaning your ass, as a dog? Eh?” “Today I have ironed clothes” “Fuck”.
“Milo and I went for a run around our house. After 10 minutes, he wanted to get in the car. "Shan’t we go have a cocktail?” NO. After 15 minutes we were both having an embolism" “We should quit smoking…” “No! We should quit eating too much… big ass…” “Hairy junkie…”
“Dear diary, human beings are a weird species, even when they claim they don’t believe in anything, they always need to hold on to something, like astrology, everything but themselves…” “Leo: the week could be fine, or not, it all depends on you” “Mmm… No fucking wonder”
“Today I understood something very important: there’s always gonna be a Friday to save you from a shitty week”
“2014 resolutions: keep hold of the heart, you can’t live without it”
Ma io sono onoratissima grazie mille!
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Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”
AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE
I work at a startup and part of the onboarding package you get when you first start working here now includes a rubber duck. We also have a bigger version of the duck for the extra hard problems. Sometimes one duck doesn’t cut it and you need to borrow your neighbors to get more ducks on the problem. One time we couldn’t figure out why something wasn’t working right so we assembled the counsel of ducks and by the grace of the Duck Gods were we able to finally come to a solution. These ducks have saved many lives and should be respected for the heroes they are.
La morale di questa storiella è: se sapete disegnare e sapete anche cantare io… io… io vi odio!!!
dalla pagina fb citata nelle immagini, su sollecitazione inconsapevole di fatalquiete.
alcune così, altre haha, altre oioia, e il dottor chie in piazza garibardi vince
Il Dottor Chie e’ sul Ponte di Mezzo, piazza Garibaldi e’ dietro. Comunque si, ha vinto tutto. Con la cabina della SIP poi 😀
Hieronymus Bosch
Per la precisione, un dettaglio del pannello centrale del Trittico del Giudizio di Vienna.
Perché diamo più credito agli idraulici che agli scienziati.
Analisi interessante.
Si riassume benissimo con la putroppo conosciuta citazione di Asimov, estesa anche al resto del mondo:
C’è un culto dell’ignoranza negli Stati Uniti, e c’è sempre stato. Lo sforzo dell’anti-intellettualismo è stato una traccia costante che si è spinta nella nostra vita politica e culturale, alimentata dalla falsa
nozione che la democrazia significhi che “la mia ignoranza è tanto
giusta quanto la tua conoscenza”.
Perché diamo più credito agli idraulici che agli scienziati.
The Himba wear little clothing, but the women are famous for covering themselves with otjize, a mixture of butter fat and ochre. The mixture gives their skins a reddish tinge. This symbolizes earth’s rich red color and the blood that symbolizes life, and is consistent with the Himba ideal of beauty.
It also protects their skin from the harsh sun.
It’s also to keep them clean because they live in parts where water is scarce and drinking > bathing. As the otjize flakes off, dirt and dead skin go with it.
The Himba also use it to style their hair, and different headwear is worn during different stages of a female’s life to symbolize her becoming a woman.
‘Ste cose
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