Allen Iverson has agreed in principle to a two-year, $4 million contract with the Turkish professional team Besiktas. Iverson is expected to officially sign with the club this weekend and will begin his overseas career the week of November 8.
sabato 30 ottobre 2010
Viaggio ad Istanbul ?
11-time NBA All-Star Allen Iverson Agrees to Terms with Turkish Professional Team Besiktas
Allen Iverson has agreed in principle to a two-year, $4 million contract with the Turkish professional team Besiktas. Iverson is expected to officially sign with the club this weekend and will begin his overseas career the week of November 8.
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Allen Iverson has agreed in principle to a two-year, $4 million contract with the Turkish professional team Besiktas. Iverson is expected to officially sign with the club this weekend and will begin his overseas career the week of November 8.
venerdì 29 ottobre 2010
telefonia mobile in 4D
Il daily mail pubblica un articolo su una scena del film il circo in cui sembra vedersi una persona che parla al cellulare.
la scena (se vera) e' abbastanza incredibile o forse e' incredibile per la nostra epoca in cui associamo a quel comportamento, movenze a noi familiari ed impossibili per quel periodo. Ma se parlava al cellulare con chi parlava... e dove era la rete cellulare ... e soprattutto con che operatore e con quali tariffe ?
la scena (se vera) e' abbastanza incredibile o forse e' incredibile per la nostra epoca in cui associamo a quel comportamento, movenze a noi familiari ed impossibili per quel periodo. Ma se parlava al cellulare con chi parlava... e dove era la rete cellulare ... e soprattutto con che operatore e con quali tariffe ?
giovedì 28 ottobre 2010
mercoledì 27 ottobre 2010
Mozart
L'altra notte ho visto Once Brothers su ESPN e resto dell'idea che la Yugoslavia avrebbe dominato l'inizio degli anni 90 del basket mondiale. Probabilmente avrebbero perso lo stesso a Barcellona 92 ma la partita sarebbe durata di piu'.
Drazen Petrovic and Vlade Divac were two friends who grew up together sharing the common bond of basketball. Together, they lifted the Yugoslavian National team to unimaginable heights.
After conquering Europe, they both went to America where they became the first two foreign players to attain NBA stardom. But with the fall of the Soviet Union on Christmas Day 1991, Yugoslavia split up.
A war broke out between Petrovic's Croatia and Divac's Serbia.
Long buried ethnic tensions surfaced. And these two men, once brothers, were now on opposite sides of a deadly civil war. As Petrovic and Divac continued to face each other on the basketball courts of the NBA, no words passed between the two.
Then, on the fateful night of June 7, 1993, Drazen Petrovic was killed in an auto accident. "Once Brothers" will tell the gripping tale of these two men, how circumstances beyond their control tore apart their friendship, and whether Divac has ever come to terms with the death of a friend before they had a chance to reconcile.
Vlade Divac's Personal Statement
As a young basketball player growing up in Yugoslavia, it didn't take long to realize that I had a chance to be part of something special.
I was 18 when I signed my first pro contract and was called upon to play for my national team. By the late 1980’s, a new generation of Yugoslavian talent had come together, and eventually we’d all make it to the NBA – myself, Toni Kukoc, Dino Radja and the great Drazen Petrovic.
Together we won the silver medal at the 1988 Olympics, followed by first-place finishes at the European and World Championships…it seemed no one could stop us. Besides forming a great combination on the court, Drazen and I also shared a strong friendship.
We thought we’d play forever, but powerful forces beyond our control - political and personal - kept us from realizing some of our dreams.
This is my journey to understand an enduring sense of loss - of my team, our shared future and the people I once considered my brothers.
After conquering Europe, they both went to America where they became the first two foreign players to attain NBA stardom. But with the fall of the Soviet Union on Christmas Day 1991, Yugoslavia split up.
A war broke out between Petrovic's Croatia and Divac's Serbia.
Long buried ethnic tensions surfaced. And these two men, once brothers, were now on opposite sides of a deadly civil war. As Petrovic and Divac continued to face each other on the basketball courts of the NBA, no words passed between the two.
Then, on the fateful night of June 7, 1993, Drazen Petrovic was killed in an auto accident. "Once Brothers" will tell the gripping tale of these two men, how circumstances beyond their control tore apart their friendship, and whether Divac has ever come to terms with the death of a friend before they had a chance to reconcile.
Vlade Divac's Personal Statement
As a young basketball player growing up in Yugoslavia, it didn't take long to realize that I had a chance to be part of something special.
I was 18 when I signed my first pro contract and was called upon to play for my national team. By the late 1980’s, a new generation of Yugoslavian talent had come together, and eventually we’d all make it to the NBA – myself, Toni Kukoc, Dino Radja and the great Drazen Petrovic.
Together we won the silver medal at the 1988 Olympics, followed by first-place finishes at the European and World Championships…it seemed no one could stop us. Besides forming a great combination on the court, Drazen and I also shared a strong friendship.
We thought we’d play forever, but powerful forces beyond our control - political and personal - kept us from realizing some of our dreams.
This is my journey to understand an enduring sense of loss - of my team, our shared future and the people I once considered my brothers.
martedì 26 ottobre 2010
piccolo breviario sulla legalità.
"Mafia, legalità, società, informazione, soldi, dovere. Questi e altri termini fanno sempre più parte del dibattito mediatico e del nostro vocabolario, e dare un senso alle parole è una questione di vitale importanza. Per tutti, tutti i giorni. A farlo, con dieci parole chiave che formano il percorso evocato dal titolo, ci prova una coppia inusuale, quella formata da un giudice palermitano, Mario Conte, e da un giornalista sportivo milanese, la voce del basket italiano, Flavio Tranquillo. Partendo da un’amicizia cementata dalla comune passione per lo sport e l’antimafia che va ben al di là dei rispettivi ambiti professionali, il libro prende le mosse da un processo, celebrato dal giudice Conte, in cui alla sbarra sono finiti estortori e favoreggiatori di Cosa Nostra. Dallo specifico processuale il discorso si allarga su altri mondi, a partire dalla magistratura e dall’informazione per arrivare alla vita quotidiana e alla società civile. L’idea è quella di porre le basi per un’antimafia che deve coinvolgere tutti nel nome della legalità, del senso del dovere e della responsabilità individuale, nella convinzione che coinvolgere tutti nella battaglia contro questa «malapianta» da estirpare sia l’unica maniera di fare non solo dieci, ma cento passi avanti.
Con una prefazione di Sergio Lari
Flavio Tranquillo, nato a Milano nel 1962 da padre calabrese e madre ligure, è inviato speciale per Sky Sport. Ha seguito, da radiocronista prima e telecronista poi, tutti i più importanti avvenimenti cestistici degli ultimi trent’anni in Italia, Europa e Usa. L’impatto emotivo delle stragi del ’92 lo ha indotto a dedicare sempre maggiore attenzione a chi si sacrifica nel rischioso compito di ostacolare la criminalità organizzata.
Mario Conte, nato a Palermo nel 1967, è Gup (Giudice dell’udienza preliminare) presso il tribunale della sua città. Grande appassionato di sport e giornalista sportivo mancato, è diventato magistrato all’epoca degli attentati di Capaci e via d’Amelio. Ha celebrato diversi processi di mafia, tra cui Addiopizzo quater, da cui prende le mosse il volume, e Eos. È molto attivo sul fronte della sensibilizzazione degli studenti nei confronti della legalità."
Con una prefazione di Sergio Lari
Flavio Tranquillo, nato a Milano nel 1962 da padre calabrese e madre ligure, è inviato speciale per Sky Sport. Ha seguito, da radiocronista prima e telecronista poi, tutti i più importanti avvenimenti cestistici degli ultimi trent’anni in Italia, Europa e Usa. L’impatto emotivo delle stragi del ’92 lo ha indotto a dedicare sempre maggiore attenzione a chi si sacrifica nel rischioso compito di ostacolare la criminalità organizzata.
Mario Conte, nato a Palermo nel 1967, è Gup (Giudice dell’udienza preliminare) presso il tribunale della sua città. Grande appassionato di sport e giornalista sportivo mancato, è diventato magistrato all’epoca degli attentati di Capaci e via d’Amelio. Ha celebrato diversi processi di mafia, tra cui Addiopizzo quater, da cui prende le mosse il volume, e Eos. È molto attivo sul fronte della sensibilizzazione degli studenti nei confronti della legalità."
cercando
went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye
Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon
Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye
Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon
Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
the ghost of tom joad
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
tempo presente
PRESENT TENSE - Pearl Jam
Do you see the way that tree bends? Does it inspire?
Leaning out to catch the sun's rays...a lesson to be applied...
Are you gettin' something out of this all-encompassing trip?
You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh...
Or you can come to terms and realize
You're the only one who can forgive yourself, oh yeah...
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense...
Have you ideas on how this life ends?
Checked your hands and studied the lines?
Have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?
Seems that needlessly it's gettin' harder
To find an approach and a way to live...
Are we gettin' something out of this all-encompassing trip?
You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh...
Or you can come to terms and realize...
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh...
A-makes much more sense to live in the present tense...
Do you see the way that tree bends? Does it inspire?
Leaning out to catch the sun's rays...a lesson to be applied...
Are you gettin' something out of this all-encompassing trip?
You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh...
Or you can come to terms and realize
You're the only one who can forgive yourself, oh yeah...
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense...
Have you ideas on how this life ends?
Checked your hands and studied the lines?
Have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?
Seems that needlessly it's gettin' harder
To find an approach and a way to live...
Are we gettin' something out of this all-encompassing trip?
You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh...
Or you can come to terms and realize...
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh...
A-makes much more sense to live in the present tense...
che fatica
Quando capirete che nulla può farvi del male, allora sarete veramente felici. Man mano che le illusioni si sbriciolano, si inizia a conoscere la felicità.
che fatica...
che fatica...
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