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href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2011/09/dirt-il-guerriero-preview2.html' title='Dirt il guerriero ::: preview2'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J764Fl8CIc4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-948035791683432305</id><published>2011-09-17T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T04:59:27.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRT il GUERRIERO workshop all'Accademia di Brera</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQwG3VVBINw/TnSKCnUlTtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Cna1JenMZdw/s1600/IMG_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQwG3VVBINw/TnSKCnUlTtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Cna1JenMZdw/s400/IMG_0209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653295209776500434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDMoGIz9GwQ/TnSKC5CRN7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zo9xV-QoOi0/s1600/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDMoGIz9GwQ/TnSKC5CRN7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zo9xV-QoOi0/s400/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653295214531524530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3LUESJ4J2I/TnSKDLtDMPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6b-GgQXrpO8/s1600/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3LUESJ4J2I/TnSKDLtDMPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6b-GgQXrpO8/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653295219542798578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7gbxzXxvOo/TnSKId_jFXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kD9_I11lOxQ/s1600/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7gbxzXxvOo/TnSKId_jFXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kD9_I11lOxQ/s400/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653295310351570290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 may 2011&lt;br /&gt;Dirt at Accademia di Brera presenting a workshop&lt;br /&gt;DIRT///The warrior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-948035791683432305?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQwG3VVBINw/TnSKCnUlTtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Cna1JenMZdw/s72-c/IMG_0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-6371855614773608252</id><published>2010-04-01T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:12:21.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// si riparte</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6iAm91ucWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tIHD7wS4G_U/s1600-h/prepa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6iAm91ucWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tIHD7wS4G_U/s400/prepa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451748755855274338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6h__r2XdkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UVclxuDBFoA/s1600-h/planetrontgen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6h__r2XdkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UVclxuDBFoA/s400/planetrontgen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451748081011226178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PJJ3yV8MI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6J6AbqamOYE/s1600-h/benvenuti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PJJ3yV8MI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6J6AbqamOYE/s400/benvenuti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450421145479540930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLr2Wdr7mqY&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLr2Wdr7mqY&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benvenuti a Dirt II /// le ombre!&lt;br /&gt;e per chi c'era ecco il link per dare un occhio al &lt;a href="http://spaziorontgen.com/it/page/red-carpet-dirt-ferro-di-cavallo"&gt;Red Carpet&lt;/a&gt; della serata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-6371855614773608252?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6iAm91ucWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tIHD7wS4G_U/s72-c/prepa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-8042235469913429494</id><published>2010-04-01T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:14:24.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// le vostre paure</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S7TTlAltCmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YT90O2dESrA/s1600/paure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S7TTlAltCmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YT90O2dESrA/s400/paure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455217681419274850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante la serata vi sono stati consegnati degli occhialini spaziali2D dentro i quali avete scritto le vostre paure. Ecco che fine hanno fatto. Noi alla fine della serata abbiamo raccolto tutti gli occhialini con paure annesse e le abbiamo spedite in montagna dove c'è stato un grande falò!&lt;br /&gt;Missione riuscita...e paure alleviate (almeno, si spera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S7TURLfLQsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ecyfQrBCF8o/s1600/accoglienza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S7TURLfLQsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ecyfQrBCF8o/s400/accoglienza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455218440258929346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-8042235469913429494?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8042235469913429494/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/dirt-ii-le-vostre-paure.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8042235469913429494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8042235469913429494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/dirt-ii-le-vostre-paure.html' title='Dirt II /// le vostre paure'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S7TTlAltCmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YT90O2dESrA/s72-c/paure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-7218523704028043367</id><published>2010-03-21T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:55:46.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II ///dirty dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SE1qhal5zlg&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SE1qhal5zlg&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;br /&gt;we all need to change...a bit quicker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coreografia: Elisabetta Consonni&lt;br /&gt;Compagnia: Dirty Dancing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-7218523704028043367?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7218523704028043367/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-si-riparte_1289.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7218523704028043367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7218523704028043367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-si-riparte_1289.html' title='Dirt II ///dirty dancing'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-2971158780183217236</id><published>2010-03-21T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:02:35.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// è anche un profumo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PDHAACdKI/AAAAAAAAADo/pxXzo-Eg2hg/s1600-h/perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PJ11UDh8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AAuTglh13TI/s400/prep2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450421900729878466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PF_JcO8bI/AAAAAAAAAD4/muKr55Xr2mc/s1600-h/adrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PF_JcO8bI/AAAAAAAAAD4/muKr55Xr2mc/s400/adrian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450417662705201586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-2485449106019883387?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2485449106019883387/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-psicologa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2485449106019883387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2485449106019883387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-psicologa.html' title='Dirt II /// suoni dallo spazio'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PJ11UDh8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AAuTglh13TI/s72-c/prep2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-3414040044343970951</id><published>2010-03-21T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:07:51.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// the Nutu's shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OZFhz5d6I/AAAAAAAAADg/btkCUwa1Im4/s1600-h/tobatoba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OZFhz5d6I/AAAAAAAAADg/btkCUwa1Im4/s400/tobatoba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450368294302873506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toba Toba, "The Nutu's shining" video (8'30").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Nutus hanno la qualità di essere oracoli. They communicate through the spheres that they have on there heads. Essi comunicano attraverso le sfere che hanno sulla testa. When the opportunity to be consulted is conceded, they show halos of colour around the sphere. Quando l'opportunità di essere consultato è concessa, essi mostrano aloni di colore intorno alla sfera. Sometimes, in the Umbi sky, luminous traces are seen. A volte, nel cielo Umbi, sono avvistate tracce luminose. They are the Nutus who are traveling.I Nutus  sono sempre in viaggio e When a Nutu is nearby what is about to come is felt in the atmosphere. quando un nutu è vicino, ciò che sta per accadere  si percepisce nell’ atmosfera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-3414040044343970951?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3414040044343970951/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-chiken-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/3414040044343970951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/3414040044343970951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-chiken-club.html' title='Dirt II /// the Nutu&apos;s shining'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OZFhz5d6I/AAAAAAAAADg/btkCUwa1Im4/s72-c/tobatoba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-1143543493037102165</id><published>2010-03-19T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:18:57.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// the Alive Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OWMaW4nFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OZMjM-_4Ia0/s1600-h/BookPict_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OWMaW4nFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OZMjM-_4Ia0/s400/BookPict_28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450365114026335314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alive Cemetery video realizzato da Carlo Zoratti and Sergi Sanchez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Serbia, nella regione orientale che confina con la Romania i cimiteri hanno tombe di persone vive. Passeggiando per le tombe si può vedere come alcune lapidi siano completamente finite: decorate con una foto, con un testo per familiari, la data di nascita ma, sorprendentemente, a molte manca la data di morte del defunto. La ragione e’ che queste persone infatti non sono ancora morte e queste tombe sono per i vivi.  &lt;br /&gt;A causa dello spopolamento dovuto alla guerra che  ha portato molti serbi all'estero, i villaggi, soprattutto nelle aree rurali , sono ora abitate per lo più da anziani che hanno letteralmente dovuto scavarsi la  fossa. &lt;br /&gt;In un area dei cimiteri ci sono le tombe per le persone in vita mentre in un’ altra zone ci sono delle camere per chi è morto. Per camera si intende letteralmente, una riproduzione di un ambiente reale con immagini sulle pareti, tavolo e sedie, divano, armadio, televisione e talvolta anche un telefono cellulare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...In these rural regions paganism, religion and superstitions fused together generating a mixture of costumes and behaviors that, even if based on irrational beliefs, are magnificent and fascinating because&lt;br /&gt;instinctive and humane. Symbols were produced and images created to bring back memories of the dead and celebrate their passage to other life in instinctive and shapeless art forms.&lt;br /&gt;The documentary will try to show how, in these circumstances, accepting to believe in something irrational and not recognized through any logical thought will make death more acceptable and life more interesting than the grey, flat and arid interpretation given by the rational thought to which western societies are heading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-1143543493037102165?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1143543493037102165/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-si-riparte.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1143543493037102165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1143543493037102165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-si-riparte.html' title='Dirt II /// the Alive Cemetery'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OWMaW4nFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OZMjM-_4Ia0/s72-c/BookPict_28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-8371140836178004734</id><published>2010-03-19T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:39:20.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// Dance dance dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OXWCaSpMI/AAAAAAAAADY/4dHZ8q_LT94/s1600-h/NataliaSaurin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OXWCaSpMI/AAAAAAAAADY/4dHZ8q_LT94/s400/NataliaSaurin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450366378908492994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance dance, video di Natalia Saurin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questo video una anziana signora nel silenzio della sua cucina si trova a dialogare con i propri ricordi che invadono la quotidianità, realtà e sogno si fondono in un istante generando quella danza primordiale che collega l’esistenza ai moti celesti. Danza come portatrice di gioia e libertà, un balsamo che allevia le difficoltà della vita. Il tutto culmina in una intervista all’interno di un luogo senza tempo e senza coordinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this video an old lady in the silence of her kitchen find herself talking to her own memories that entered her daily life, reality and dreams melt together generating a primordial dance that links existence with celestial movements. Dance that brings Joy and freedom, a balm that makes lighter life difficoulties. The video ends with a small interview made in a timeless room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://natalia.saurin.it"&gt;http://natalia.saurin.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-8371140836178004734?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8371140836178004734/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-suoni-dallo-spazio.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8371140836178004734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8371140836178004734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-suoni-dallo-spazio.html' title='Dirt II /// Dance dance dance'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OXWCaSpMI/AAAAAAAAADY/4dHZ8q_LT94/s72-c/NataliaSaurin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-8706739724247735259</id><published>2010-03-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:41:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// visualizzazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PD2VuRyxI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q7DzNAHPWMo/s1600-h/cristina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PD2VuRyxI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q7DzNAHPWMo/s400/cristina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450415312360033042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dirt II le ombre non poteva mancare la lettura dei tarocchi.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina Bornaghi in un punto della serata ha anche catapultato tutti in una visualizzazione collettiva.&lt;br /&gt;...Li porterò nel loro luogo di pace, un luogo che dovranno vedere e costruire come meglio piace e lì incontreranno un vecchio saggio al quale potranno fare una domanda.&lt;br /&gt;Questo permetterà loro di ritornare in quel luogo quando vogliono per trovare pace, rilassarsi e magari farsi consigliare da quella parte interiore più saggia ed evoluta di noi, della quale spesso la voce non riusciamo a sentire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-8706739724247735259?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8706739724247735259/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-visualizzazione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8706739724247735259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8706739724247735259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-visualizzazione.html' title='Dirt II /// visualizzazione'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6PD2VuRyxI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q7DzNAHPWMo/s72-c/cristina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-2675134548724380858</id><published>2010-03-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:44:28.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// dirty secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeNJu5mpir0&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeNJu5mpir0&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ombre /// The shadows&lt;br /&gt;il 2012 incombe, sarà vero quello che si dice? avranno ragione i Maya? gli alieni esistono?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-2675134548724380858?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2675134548724380858/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-e-anche-un-profumo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OU2qtAN6I/AAAAAAAAADI/oqiSLo8Tav8/s1600-h/diego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OU2qtAN6I/AAAAAAAAADI/oqiSLo8Tav8/s400/diego.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450363640945325986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;installazione e disegni di Diego Bianchi&lt;br /&gt;Dopo lunga malattia… &lt;br /&gt;La sofferenza nella prossemica degli ospedali è assolta da una strategia della cura del corpo come burocrazia. Ticket da pagare, cedole da consegnare, colloqui medici, ricevimento separato per i parenti dei malati gravi. Quando la morte del corpo è l’unica previsione possibile la burocrazia si fa approssimativa e balbettante, tradita dalla sua stessa metafisica risolutoria.&lt;br /&gt;Il meccanismo inceppa, i luoghi diventano estranei, corrispondono ad un umano reso sommario e scadente, le attese e i silenzi amplificano l’ansia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;installation and drawings by Diego Bianchi&lt;br /&gt;After a long disease…&lt;br /&gt;The sufferance in the health institutions is organized in a strategy of the cure and its bureaucracy: tickets to be paid document to be delivered, interviews with doctors and complicated visiting time for the relatives of patients. When the only possible end is the death of the body this bureaucracy, based on finding solutions, became clumsy. The whole mechanism stumbles, the waiting and the silences multiply the anxiety, and every place became alienating matching a humanity considered unnecessary and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-4094102597344333779?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4094102597344333779/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-dirty-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/4094102597344333779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/4094102597344333779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-dirty-secret.html' title='Dirt II /// vorrei vederti danzare'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6OU2qtAN6I/AAAAAAAAADI/oqiSLo8Tav8/s72-c/diego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-5068915869159078540</id><published>2010-03-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:56:18.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// chiken club</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6ciikmhSiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-Ab1vZbl_5M/s1600-h/anne"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6ciikmhSiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-Ab1vZbl_5M/s400/anne" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451363851291413026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiken dance, video di Anne Zimmermann (4'20", Francia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La musica giusta, i vestiti giusti e il taglio di capelli giusto, poi gli amici, i partyes e l’ i-phone.  Sono bravo a ballare ?&lt;br /&gt;Come in una vetrina temporanea la notte ci offre un momento di visibilita’ in cui possiamo mostrarci per come ci siamo…costruiti. In un rito di auto-rappresentazione ci muoviamo in massa alla ricerca di accettazione, approvazione e attenzione per dimenticare e per poi essere conseguentemente dimenticati. &lt;br /&gt;Anne Zimmerman ci porta dentro questo mondo delle illusioni dove tra inusuali combinazioni, momenti di alienazione, eccitazione e decadenza, tutto diventa possibile ; persino indossare una propria temporanea e tanto agoniata identità. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right music, the right clothes, the right hair-styleand  then the friends, the partyes, the i-phone.&lt;br /&gt;Am i a good dancer ?&lt;br /&gt;As a temporary window display the night offers to us a time of visibility in wich we can show ourselves for the way we are… built. In a self-rappresantation ritual we move all together searching for acceptation, approval and attentions to forget and be quickly forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;Anne Zimmerman brings us in this world made of illusions where between unusual combinations, alienation, excitement and decadence everything become possible; to wear your own temporary and needed identity as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-5068915869159078540?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5068915869159078540/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-nutu-shining.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/5068915869159078540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/5068915869159078540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-nutu-shining.html' title='Dirt II /// chiken club'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S6ciikmhSiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-Ab1vZbl_5M/s72-c/anne' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-8460236675682737072</id><published>2010-03-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:40:23.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S8LqZXuS84I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5vh4lzdc5jE/s1600/DSCN3773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S8LqZXuS84I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5vh4lzdc5jE/s400/DSCN3773.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459183419912287106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessia Cipitì_poetessa_ dopo essere stata all'evento Dirt1 ci ha proposto un progetto &lt;br /&gt;ecco un estratto del suo booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 VEGLIE : 6 BUONI MOTIVI D’INQUIETUDINE&lt;br /&gt;Primo ciclo – seduta 5° di 6 –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argomento: La malattia, la compromissione della salute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dieta sana – i junk food delle grandi catene commerciali.&lt;br /&gt;Indico su ogni lettera dell’alfabeto i principi guida per preservarmi&lt;br /&gt;Alla voce I – Incidente- ho un fremito &lt;br /&gt;Alla voce M – Malattia – un blocco.&lt;br /&gt;Scrivo il mio gruppo sanguigno su ogni dito…&lt;br /&gt;“Il volto diafano, comprende?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, non comprendo.&lt;br /&gt;Gli arrangiatori lanciano via gli strumenti&lt;br /&gt;un sibilo protratto… entro nella stanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coscienza di quel che accade     v/s      visionaria agghiacciante follia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alessiacipiti@alice.it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-8460236675682737072?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8460236675682737072/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-dance-dance-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8460236675682737072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8460236675682737072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dirt II /// poesia'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S8LqZXuS84I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5vh4lzdc5jE/s72-c/DSCN3773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-8773663759867038308</id><published>2010-03-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:41:35.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// psicologa</title><content type='html'>Durante la serata è intervenuta anche Maura Di Maura, psicologa sociale e del lavoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« L'arte, al pari o alternativamente ad altri percorsi, può essere un&lt;br /&gt;mezzo di espressione e di evoluzione personale; uno strumento che&lt;br /&gt;permettere la propria realizzazione, la soddisfazione dei propri&lt;br /&gt;bisogni, dei propri desideri e dei propri sogni.&lt;br /&gt;La psicologia (e non solo la psicoterapia), con i suoi diversi approcci&lt;br /&gt;e scuole di pensiero, è una scienza, che attraverso diverse&lt;br /&gt;metodologie (teorie e pratiche) si mette al servizio delle persone,&lt;br /&gt;delle organizzazioni e delle società. Tra i suoi scopi ha&lt;br /&gt;quello di favorire il benesseree che può rappresentare uno degli antidoti per “andare&lt;br /&gt;oltre”e per non farci “bloccare” dalle nostre paure.&lt;br /&gt;Il concetto di ombraappartiene ad un linguaggio e ad un modello di intepretazione&lt;br /&gt;introdotto da Carl Gustav Jung (poi ripreso da altri autori e da&lt;br /&gt;altre scuole). L'ombra rappresenta l'inconscio,&lt;br /&gt;ciò che di noi non vediamo e che temiamo vedere; quella parte&lt;br /&gt;“negativa” che ci appartiene, spesso portatrice dei nostri limiti&lt;br /&gt;o delle nostre credenze autolimitanti. L'incontro con la propria&lt;br /&gt;ombra può essere minaccioso e doloroso; ma può anche&lt;br /&gt;rappresentare una spinta dinamica, un ponte che ci conduce verso&lt;br /&gt;l'autosviluppo, la realizzazione dellenostre volontà, del nostro essere&lt;br /&gt;(e del nostro ben-essere) ».&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-8773663759867038308?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8773663759867038308/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-alive-cemetery.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8773663759867038308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8773663759867038308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirt-ii-alive-cemetery.html' title='Dirt II /// psicologa'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-243413979911919522</id><published>2010-02-27T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:24:56.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRT II /// 11 marzo 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S4lY_tkuBQI/AAAAAAAAADA/F3Fapf2S61M/s1600-h/flyer_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S4lY_tkuBQI/AAAAAAAAADA/F3Fapf2S61M/s400/flyer_blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442979476242564354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al via la seconda puntata della serie di eventi artistici DIRT.&lt;br /&gt;L’insieme di ciò che ancora non è stato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi aspettiamo per DIRT II dalle ore 19.00 presso lo Spazio Rontgen - in via Rontgen 24 - Milano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRT II&lt;br /&gt;Con                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Diego Bianchi /// installazione e disegni &lt;br /&gt;Cristina Bornaghi  /// lettura tarocchi&lt;br /&gt;Compagnia Dirty dancer /// performance Transformers&lt;br /&gt;Gianluca Fratantonio /// presentazione Dirt Potion&lt;br /&gt;Natalia Saurin /// video arte&lt;br /&gt;Toba Toba /// video arte e installazione &lt;br /&gt;Anne Zimmermann /// video arte&lt;br /&gt;Carlo Zoratti /// video documentario e presentazione progetto&lt;br /&gt;e molto altro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-243413979911919522?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/243413979911919522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirt-ii-11-marzo-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/243413979911919522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/243413979911919522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirt-ii-11-marzo-2010.html' title='DIRT II /// 11 marzo 2010'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S4lY_tkuBQI/AAAAAAAAADA/F3Fapf2S61M/s72-c/flyer_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-1719616738773648358</id><published>2010-01-20T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:49:57.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt II /// ferro di cavallo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRT II (simbolo) Ferro di cavallo&lt;br /&gt;TEMA: Le ombre/the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENVENUTI NELLO SPAZIO! Per il secondo episodio di DIRT,  Rontgen sara’ trasformato in  un pianeta, un lontano satellite perso nell’ infinito universo. I suoi abitanti sono le nostre ombre, l’ oscurità che ci accompagna ovunque e i demoni che vorremmo scacciare dalla nostra vita. Trasportati in questo mondo parallelo,  poniamo queste domande: cosa e’ che temiamo di più ? Quale e’ l’ antidoto alle nostre paure? Le oscure proiezioni della nostra mente saranno  illuminate e per un’ attimo e tutte le ombre svaniranno .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME IN THE SPACE! For the second Dirt episode, Rontgen will be transfomed in a planet, a satellite lost far out in the never ending Universe. The inhabitants are our own shadows, the darkness that we always  carry with us.  We ask ourselves these questions: what scares us the most? What is the antidote to cure our fears? We will put a light on what we usually hide  and for an istant all the shadows will vanish.&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-1719616738773648358?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1719616738773648358/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirt-ii-simbolo-ferro-di-cavallo-tema.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1719616738773648358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1719616738773648358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirt-ii-simbolo-ferro-di-cavallo-tema.html' title='Dirt II /// ferro di cavallo'/><author><name>gianluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02526337162453568168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-4315240418854989332</id><published>2010-01-19T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:00:01.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...anticipazione su Dirt 2 /// ferro di cavallo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S1X_BIL90-I/AAAAAAAAACw/5qNSE_rzNeU/s1600-h/logo2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S1X_BIL90-I/AAAAAAAAACw/5qNSE_rzNeU/s400/logo2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428525320707625954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ferro di cavallo si crede porti fortuna per due motivi principali: uno perché la forma a mezzaluna è simbolo associato alla dea Iside, antica divinità egizia, simbolo di maternità e fertilità; l'altro perché il ferro è considerato un metallo a cui sono associate buone proprietà contro i malanni e il malocchio. Già gli antichi Romani inchiodavano alle pareti di casa ferri di cavallo come difesa dalla peste e nel medioevo era addirittura usato come mezzo di guarigione e scaccia demoni; persino i Cristiani credevano in quest’amuleto in quanto la forma ricordava la lettera "C" di Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S1YAGTd2mnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XxvzQKJ6E-M/s1600-h/vuoto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S1YAGTd2mnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XxvzQKJ6E-M/s400/vuoto.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428526509146413682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNA POSTILLA&lt;br /&gt;Il programma di Dirt e’espresso nei simboli che compongono il logo e dalla sua mascotte. Infatti ad ognuno sei simboli: Arcobaleno, Sole, Crine, Conchiglie, Ferro di cavallo, Occhio nel triangolo e la mascotte: il Pony&lt;br /&gt;corrisponde un tema e quindi un evento che lo affronta. Il primo simbolo ad illuminarsi e’ stato La Conchiglia, il secondo sarà il Ferro di cavallo e cosi’ via fino alla fine quando il logo e il percorso saranno completati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-4315240418854989332?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4315240418854989332/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirt-2-ferro-di-cavallo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/4315240418854989332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/4315240418854989332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirt-2-ferro-di-cavallo.html' title='...anticipazione su Dirt 2 /// ferro di cavallo'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/S1X_BIL90-I/AAAAAAAAACw/5qNSE_rzNeU/s72-c/logo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-3854876435176795647</id><published>2009-12-26T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:36:59.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt1 /// si parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT1nzycFBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v8xGNQGBq8M/s1600-h/PC180150a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT1nzycFBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v8xGNQGBq8M/s320/PC180150a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419226315899016210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT1wG0KsnI/AAAAAAAAABA/8vlFJpa1AHU/s1600-h/PC180158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT1wG0KsnI/AAAAAAAAABA/8vlFJpa1AHU/s320/PC180158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419226458445492850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco il resoconto ad immagini di quello che è stato DIRT 1.&lt;br /&gt;Molto contenti della riuscita ringraziamo calorosamente chi c'era e chi c'è stato con il solo pensiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;potrai orgogliosamente dire IO C'ERO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-3854876435176795647?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3854876435176795647/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-si-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/3854876435176795647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/3854876435176795647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-si-parte.html' title='Dirt1 /// si parte'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT1nzycFBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v8xGNQGBq8M/s72-c/PC180150a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-7432141840107676380</id><published>2009-12-26T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:48:18.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt1 /// taste of dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED CARPET per vedere se C'ERI vai su &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaziorontgen.com/it/page/red-carpet-dirt-conchiglia"&gt;http://spaziorontgen.com/it/page/red-carpet-dirt-conchiglia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Szhv1tIIX3I/AAAAAAAAACg/RIP9VLz4hHU/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Szhv1tIIX3I/AAAAAAAAACg/RIP9VLz4hHU/s320/red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420205119977840498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzUWZHlM-0I/AAAAAAAAABw/SLgpYjhzA1s/s1600-h/IMG_9959_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzUWZHlM-0I/AAAAAAAAABw/SLgpYjhzA1s/s320/IMG_9959_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419262347397888834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzUWSODZZaI/AAAAAAAAABo/IEmqlEdPlgs/s1600-h/DSC_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzUWSODZZaI/AAAAAAAAABo/IEmqlEdPlgs/s320/DSC_0600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419262228876060066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzUWf4s_L1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sTCBDpSkbiQ/s1600-h/PC180166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzUWf4s_L1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sTCBDpSkbiQ/s320/PC180166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419262463663091538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-7432141840107676380?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7432141840107676380/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-taste-of-dirt_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7432141840107676380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7432141840107676380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-taste-of-dirt_26.html' title='Dirt1 /// taste of dirt'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Szhv1tIIX3I/AAAAAAAAACg/RIP9VLz4hHU/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-127151323879310227</id><published>2009-12-26T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:30:43.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt 1 /// la banda</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FF3DPtGyCw&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FF3DPtGyCw&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonna sonora di DIRT 1 : il favoloso Corpo musicale di Santa Cecilia &lt;br /&gt;Cecchi Stefano - Tromba&lt;br /&gt;De Fenu Andrea - Basso Tuba &lt;br /&gt;Garagiola Marta - Flauto Traverso &lt;br /&gt;Garavaglia Stefano - Trombone/Flicorno &lt;br /&gt;Miramonti Filippo - Percussioni &lt;br /&gt;Rabbolini Andrea - Clarinetto &lt;br /&gt;Renesto Gianni - Sax Tenore    &lt;br /&gt;http://www.bandainveruno.it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-127151323879310227?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/127151323879310227/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-la-banda.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/127151323879310227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/127151323879310227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-la-banda.html' title='Dirt 1 /// la banda'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-2553202223414342175</id><published>2009-12-26T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:42:57.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt 1 /// dirtydancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzaDErBQ0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/59JEMEjjVOo/s1600-h/IMG_9954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzaDErBQ0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/59JEMEjjVOo/s320/IMG_9954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419663317877707410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDhgWAZEg5o&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDhgWAZEg5o&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirt ideas with no future mette in scena le proprie idee senza chiedersi se ha competenza o meno nel farlo, se la potra' eseguire correttamente o no.Dirt ha un idea e la espone, non si critica e non si giudica, se ne hanno voglia saranno altri a farlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come dice la Bibbia all’ inizio era il suono. Da quando esiste il suono, la gente ha iniziato a ballare. Per essere precisi : nella giungla dell’ Africa. Dove i nativi agitarono le loro anche, busti e  spalle in un modo che per noi uomini moderni sembra quasi impossibile. QUASI, perche’ nulla e’ impossibile.Immaginati: sdraiato sulla terra, da qualche parte nella giungla africana circondato da un gruppo di affamati indigeni, quando all’ improvviso iniziano dei battiti: e’ il battito del tuo cuore? Sono i lamenti  avidi di piacere del popolo della giungla? No, sono  colpi sui tamburi! e allora sai che c’ e’ solo una cosa da fare…  &lt;br /&gt;Testo:  Raoul De Jong. ( scrittore, Olanda) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as  there was sound, people have been dancing. And as we can read in the Bible: sound came first. To be exact: in the jungles of Africa. Where native man shook his hips, shoulders and ass in ways that for modern man almost seem impossible. Almost, because nothing is impossible. Just imagine: lying on the ground somewhere in the jungle of Africa, surrounded by a group of hungry locals. When all of the sudden there’s a beat: is it the beating of your heart? Are it the lustful jungle cries  of the jungle people? No, it are the jungle drums! And you know there’s only one thing left to do…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-2553202223414342175?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2553202223414342175/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-dirtydancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2553202223414342175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2553202223414342175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-dirtydancing.html' title='Dirt 1 /// dirtydancing'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzaDErBQ0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/59JEMEjjVOo/s72-c/IMG_9954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-1355998129897059088</id><published>2009-12-26T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:41:27.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt 1 /// crudezze contadine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzZoxI4ozYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWP5-dR9CnE/s1600-h/Tomasetti_Elizabeth_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzZoxI4ozYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWP5-dR9CnE/s320/Tomasetti_Elizabeth_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419634394994888066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulvio Ciccone e le 10 cose che puoi fare con un maiale.  &lt;br /&gt;Cranio: rompi con un martelletto il cranio e pesca con un cucchiaio il cervello. Perfetto per minestrina per bambini, diluisci un cucchiaino di cervello in acqua e aggiungi pastina Q.B...  &lt;br /&gt;Orecchie e naso (anche I piedi) le puoi cucinare con verdure o salsa di pomodoro per aggiungere sapore (sostituto del dado). &lt;br /&gt;Costole: la pancetta è lo strato più esterno lo conservi nel sale. Nel sotto-costato c’è il lardo che può essere conservato nella vescica stessa del maiale che usi come sacchetto. Lo puoi appendere in cucina e ogni volta che vuoi puoi prenderne un po’ da aggiungere alle pietanze (ottimo con le patate). Quel che resta attaccato alle ossa lo metti sulla griglia. &lt;br /&gt;ecc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulvio Ciccone è un contadino di 75 anni, vive in provincia dell’Aquila con le sue due sorelle ed è uno zio di Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;Testo estratto dal libro: Miracoloso, edizioni Prometheus, Raoul De Jong, Gianluca Fratantonio.&lt;br /&gt;Stampa #1 the Mancanza series di Elizabeth  Tomasetti (New York)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulvio Ciccone  and the  10 things you can make with a pig. If you don’t throw anything away from the pig, what do you do with it then? Fulvio has pigs in his  garden and gave us a shocking   explanation: The Head: break it open with a hammer and fish out the brain. You use this brain to make baby food: one thee spoon full, boil it in water with pasta. The ears, nose (and feet) you use like we would use a Maggi (block): you put them with the vegetables or in the tomato sauce, for just that extra little bit of taste.   &lt;br /&gt;Fulvio Ciccone is 75 years old farmer. He lives in Abruzzo with his 2 unmarried sisters and he is Madonna’s uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Text from book: Miracoloso, Prometheus, Raoul De Jong, Gianluca Fratantonio             &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-1355998129897059088?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1355998129897059088/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-crudezze-contadine.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1355998129897059088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1355998129897059088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-crudezze-contadine.html' title='Dirt 1 /// crudezze contadine'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzZoxI4ozYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWP5-dR9CnE/s72-c/Tomasetti_Elizabeth_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-7749029986332760276</id><published>2009-12-26T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:38:56.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='censura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirt'/><title type='text'>Dirt 1 /// dirty secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2GKugjWMtw&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2GKugjWMtw&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Censura!!!&lt;br /&gt;Il papà di Bambi, nella scrittura originale, dopo la morte della madre dice: ” la tua mamma non tornerà  mai più, gli uomini l’hanno portata via. Lo so che è difficile da comprendere ma questa è la vita nella foresta. Adesso devi essere coraggioso e camminare  da solo.” Questo passaggio del dialogo diventò  semplicemente: “ tua madre non potrà più essere con te.” &lt;br /&gt;La visione del film rischiò d’essere vietata ai minori, il messaggio della responsabilità diretta degli uomini nella distruzione della natura non poteva essere espressa in modo cosi’chiaro e violento.&lt;br /&gt;per la versione non censurata vai su&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxh05SiPg6E&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=45A76A00909B5321&amp;playnext=1&amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;index=16"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxh05SiPg6E&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=45A76A00909B5321&amp;playnext=1&amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;index=16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambi’s father’ original speech after the death of Bambi’s mother – “Your mother will never be back. Man has taken her away. I know it’s hard to understand, but that’s the way of life in the forest. Now you’ll have to be brave and walk alone.” – became simply, “Your mother can’t be with you anymore.” Bambi’s mother’s death itself was recognized as deeply disturbing and was progressively more attenuated until it finally&lt;br /&gt;disappeared from the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-7749029986332760276?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7749029986332760276/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-dirty-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7749029986332760276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7749029986332760276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-dirty-secrets.html' title='Dirt 1 /// dirty secrets'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-5114334241698476544</id><published>2009-12-26T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:42:29.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt /// back</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Szhxs7noYNI/AAAAAAAAACo/0n1eHrRAAC8/s1600-h/ale"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Szhxs7noYNI/AAAAAAAAACo/0n1eHrRAAC8/s320/ale" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420207168272490706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queste sono anche immagini di gioia. La sofferenza a volte ci porta in direzioni inaspettate. Queste foto risalgono a due anni fa, al momento successivo al trapianto del rene. Ho sempre scattato anche in ospedale per riappropriarmi del mio corpo in quei momenti difficili, in cui la paura cerca di annullarti e rubarti la vita. Adesso so’ che io non sono il risultato del mio passato o del mio futuro e nemmeno del mio corpo e delle sue pene. Io sono la successione delle sensazioni che provo in ogni  momento: quando amo, soffro, mi annoio e sogno; L’eternità’diventa la somma di ogni mio singolo istante passato in questo corpo, attraversando questo mondo e vissuto con le persone che sono vicino a me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&lt;br /&gt;Progetto fotografico di Alessandra Caccia&lt;/span&gt; (slide show e stampa fotografica digitale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images are images of joy as well. It is a story began two years ago, after my kidney transplant. Yes, a difficult time that gave me though the chance to get a vacation from the disease that has conditioned my life. I finally jumped in the sea, I flew to New York, I slept at friend’s house, and I could breathe again. I have always used the camera in my works to keep time still, to own my body when fear tries to steal and set your life apart. It has been my salvation. My own way to hold myself not came off from who I am. Now I know that reality is made of nothing but the sensations we are feeling in our body, crossing this world and sharing with people that are close to us.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-5114334241698476544?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5114334241698476544/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/5114334241698476544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/5114334241698476544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-back.html' title='Dirt /// back'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Szhxs7noYNI/AAAAAAAAACo/0n1eHrRAAC8/s72-c/ale' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-2029364861108739737</id><published>2009-12-26T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:59:34.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt1 ///il carcere</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzZX7HAHt0I/AAAAAAAAACA/2K243VZUWOo/s1600-h/laura-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzZX7HAHt0I/AAAAAAAAACA/2K243VZUWOo/s320/laura-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419615874590422850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un corso di fotografia con otto carcerate nella sezione A.S. (Alta sicurezza)del carcere di Vigevano; Natalia Saurin racconta l'esperienza di questo corso attraverso gli scatti delle detenute.&lt;br /&gt;Una delle fotografie dal titolo SILENZIO, realizzate da Carmela (una delle corsiste)  sarà poi la vincitrice del premio fotografico "Vie di fuga"2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-2029364861108739737?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2029364861108739737/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-il-carcere.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2029364861108739737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2029364861108739737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-il-carcere.html' title='Dirt1 ///il carcere'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzZX7HAHt0I/AAAAAAAAACA/2K243VZUWOo/s72-c/laura-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-8573037479036137175</id><published>2009-12-25T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:18:22.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt1 /// installazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT7z9EEOGI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZLoPCygci3g/s1600-h/IMG_9944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT7z9EEOGI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZLoPCygci3g/s320/IMG_9944.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419233121617066082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT7p8UR6_I/AAAAAAAAABY/leccL-nTZo0/s1600-h/DSC_0857_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT7p8UR6_I/AAAAAAAAABY/leccL-nTZo0/s320/DSC_0857_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419232949617945586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientificamente ogni venti agnelli bianchi ne nasce uno nero. Io sono nato agnello nero. Sì! Io non ci sto ad essere sacrificato perchè sono nero. Sono l’agnello liberato dal ruolo mansueto: finalmente posso andare dove voglio, brucare l’erba o volare come un uccello, in pace con tutto ciò che è intorno a me. Sono me stesso, libero.  Scientifically every 20 white lambs there is one that is born black. I was born a black lamb. Yes! and I don’t want to be sacrificed because I am black. I am the lamb freed from the role of the well educated: finally I can go where I want, eat the grass or fly like a bird, feeling peace around me. I can be myself, free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installazione di Enzo Apruzzese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-8573037479036137175?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8573037479036137175/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-installazione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8573037479036137175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8573037479036137175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-installazione.html' title='Dirt1 /// installazione'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT7z9EEOGI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZLoPCygci3g/s72-c/IMG_9944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-1956505190129169416</id><published>2009-12-25T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:19:07.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt1/// Una Gheisha olandese a Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT3cG6l9cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8IxqvB-lN14/s1600-h/PC180165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT3cG6l9cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8IxqvB-lN14/s320/PC180165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419228313898317250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT3US9TVjI/AAAAAAAAABI/5yXevltfwfY/s1600-h/DSC_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT3US9TVjI/AAAAAAAAABI/5yXevltfwfY/s320/DSC_0617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419228179691951666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intervista con Charlotte Van Zanten da Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Van Zanten si trasferì a Tokyo per finire il suo lavoro di tesi in letteratura. Dopo che il suo visto era scaduto, comincia a lavorare come hostess in un club privè. La casa editrice olandese Prometheus le ha offerto un contratto per trasformare il diario di quella esperienza in un libro.&lt;br /&gt;Durante Dirt1 una anteprima per voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-1956505190129169416?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1956505190129169416/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-una-gheisha-olandese-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1956505190129169416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/1956505190129169416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt1-una-gheisha-olandese-tokyo.html' title='Dirt1/// Una Gheisha olandese a Tokyo'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SzT3cG6l9cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8IxqvB-lN14/s72-c/PC180165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-2716948975938674019</id><published>2009-12-09T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:46:47.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRT I /// 18 dicembre Milano</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Sx_TU15QvsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_VG8pcaVK6U/s1600-h/conchiglia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Sx_TU15QvsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_VG8pcaVK6U/s320/conchiglia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413277632140721858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIRT 1 /// CONCHIGLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al via la prima puntata della serie di eventi artistici DIRT. &lt;br /&gt;L’insieme di ciò che ancora non è stato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarà lo &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spazio Rontgen di Via Rontgen 24 - Milano&lt;/span&gt;, ad ospitare, il prossimo &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18 Dicembre dalle ore 19.00&lt;/span&gt;, la prima tappa del tour Dirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaziorontgen.com"&gt;link location&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conchiglia è la partenza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il primo elemento su cui costruire l’indagine, su cui scrivere la genesi, è il corpo. Esso verrà svelato durante un percorso sensoriale: fotografie, note, performance ed installazioni si rincorreranno come in una sceneggiatura filmica.&lt;br /&gt;Dall' intervento di una vera banda musicale da strada al collegamento via skype con una geisha in giappone, passando per il lavoro di artisti, carcerate e i preziosi consigli di un contadino abruzzese e molto altro Dirt esce dal guscio e si presenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-2716948975938674019?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2716948975938674019/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-conchiglia-al-via-la-prima.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2716948975938674019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/2716948975938674019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-1-conchiglia-al-via-la-prima.html' title='DIRT I /// 18 dicembre Milano'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/Sx_TU15QvsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_VG8pcaVK6U/s72-c/conchiglia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-8346124389224287407</id><published>2009-12-02T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:03:22.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>preparatevi // get ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SxaRsp8B-iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ByXiMQig7gk/s1600-h/dirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SxaRsp8B-iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ByXiMQig7gk/s320/dirt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410672198690142754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venerdì 18 dicembre 2009 ore 19.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIRT#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la conchiglia|the shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCHIGLIA&lt;br /&gt;La conchiglia  trasforma il granello di sabbia in perla .Dio ha messo in ciascuno di noi un granello di sabbia (l'anima, le qualità, i talenti della parabola) lasciandoci il compito di scegliere cosa farne: farlo restare un granello di sabbia o trasformarlo in una perla. Simbolo del corpo per eccellenza, il corpo come contenitore, veicolo, forma, limite, bellezza e armonia la conchiglia e’ il primo simbolo a cui viene legato DIRT e la sua nascita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELL&lt;br /&gt;The shell transforms the grain of sand in pearl. God put in any of us a grain of sand (the soul, qualities, and talents) leaving to us the choice of what to do with it: leave it as it is or transform it in a pearl. Symbol of the body: the body as container, medium, opportunity, limit, beauty and harmony the shell is the first symbol associated to dirt and his naissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-8346124389224287407?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8346124389224287407/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/preparatevi-get-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8346124389224287407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/8346124389224287407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/preparatevi-get-ready.html' title='preparatevi // get ready'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OS3KvDe-eRw/SxaRsp8B-iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ByXiMQig7gk/s72-c/dirt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-4283639382079502477</id><published>2009-12-02T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:40:01.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt si presenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRT \\\\\\\\ DIRT&lt;br /&gt;Si presenta \\\\\ Introduce itself,&lt;br /&gt;TOC! 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TOC!&lt;br /&gt;CHI E? \\\\\\\ WHO IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Il manifesto DIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt e’ cio’ che conosci ma ignori.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt is what you know but you ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt non è un idea ma una sostanza.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt is not an idea but a substance.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt e’ l’ altro senso della vita.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt is the other meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt non ti rende libero: liberati da Dirt!&lt;br /&gt;Dirt can not make you free: free yourself from Dirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-4283639382079502477?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4283639382079502477/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-si-presenta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/4283639382079502477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/4283639382079502477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirt-si-presenta.html' title='Dirt si presenta'/><author><name>ideas with no future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860291220949205869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312056922095719398.post-7725782190660269571</id><published>2009-11-26T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:14:44.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is Dirt ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DIRT in the dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;1.any foul or filthy substance, as mud, grime, dust, or excrement.&lt;br /&gt;2.earth or soil, esp. when loose.&lt;br /&gt;3.something or someone vile, mean, or worthless: After that last outburst of hers I thought she was dirt.&lt;br /&gt;4.moral filth; vileness; corruption.&lt;br /&gt;5.obscene or lewd language: to talk dirt.&lt;br /&gt;6.Informal. gossip, esp. of a malicious, lurid, or scandalous nature: Tell me all the latest dirt.&lt;br /&gt;7.private or personal information which if made public would create a scandal or ruin the reputation of a person, company, etc.&lt;br /&gt;8.Mining. crude, broken ore or waste.The material from which gold is separated by washing.&lt;br /&gt;9.do (someone) dirt. dirty (def. 18).&lt;br /&gt;10.eat dirt, Informal. to accept blame, guilt, criticism, or insults without complaint; humble or abase oneself: The prosecutor seemed determined to make the defendant eat dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt/sporco e’ cio’ che si getta perche’ non utile, che togliamo affinche’ non venga visto. Quello che va storto, che non viene usato, cio’ che e’ spazzato via.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt e’ una sostanza: l’ insieme di quel che non e’ stato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vi chiedo idee, progetti, storie e cose che non sono accadute o avete nascosto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E' ora di alzare il tappeto e tirare fuori cio' che, con un colpo di scopa, avete sotterrato&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312056922095719398-7725782190660269571?l=ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7725782190660269571/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirt-in-dictionary-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7725782190660269571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312056922095719398/posts/default/7725782190660269571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideaswithnofuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirt-in-dictionary-1.html' title='what is Dirt ???'/><author><name>gianluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02526337162453568168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
