I feel a little 'miss. Debates on the comments: it is better to have or not? The RSS feeds are the future for a gadget or negligible minority? The ethic of the link exchange. The History of blogroll forever. It seems impossible, but we past year to write about these things, and then we read them and we used to compliments. All this is done, now blogging is a normal thing, maybe a bit 'old-fashioned, but not enough to deserve those good titles like "the blog is dead" that trigger lengthy discussions on the chances of survival of a medium when it was written in all clear that the future of the Internet era, was, Second Life. Now it's gone, write on is a normal thing, even from us. You do if you want to do it, and almost always tell you things about yourself and others - no more reflections on the implications of participation in a collective hypertext. It is a bit 'that no one publishes the usual scarabocchio gigante con la galassia dei blog vicini e lontani, uniti da lineette che non si capisce mai con che algoritmo siano state tracciate ma in fondo anche chi se ne frega, l'importante è trascorrere una lieta mezz'ora a misurare la distanza tra noi e Beppe Grillo. Neanche le classifiche fanno più litigare nessuno. Siamo diventati grandi?
Eppure i rischi di ricaduta esistono. Io per esempio sono riuscito a tenermi per anni lontano da Google Analytics. Intuivo che sarebbe stata la mia fine, come gli alcolisti di Zola davanti al distillatore di assenzio. Poi Liquida mi ha costretto a iscrivermi, in cambio di due spicci (sui quali non sputo, eh, anzi grazie Liquida, gli altri hanno parole, solo tu hai ricevute per compenso occasionally).
Faced with Google Analytics, all other counter access is considered soft drug, candy with liqueur. We can not miss the nights on Google Analytics. The game that got me the most, and perhaps helped to change my way of writing online is the ranking of the most read post. It is no secret that blogging is a competitive activity. But competing with others is frustrating, especially when you lose. Instead compete with yourself is challenging, there is always a goal to beat, and also frees you from the annual task to write to me what is the piece that you liked more than last year: I already have the list of the 2000 pieces more beds, Google Analytics has given me, and I below I am attaching only the top ten. The range is between 25 January 2010 and January 25, 2011: the tenth year.
10. The slices, not too thin November was a month of passion, as we shall see. The icing is this piece, which comes to Leonardo for the first time a rather complicated history and delusional that began this summer. Someone took the piece for an attack on the Autistic / Inventati. It is not exactly like that, I just wanted to tell how the anonymity (which is offered by A / I) can objectively put a person in trouble, in this case me. I could be more Okay? yes. And I would not read any. What do you want, a blog is a place where people come to fight.
9. Adult Movies The only film review in the top ten. Among the other is a long piece, and not merely, as brave as a film dedicated to We thought, written in late November when there were still a few copies around (I went to Mantua, damn, a week after Eden was back here). Thus, a piece to be proud of, not so much of myself as pieces that reward readers so complex ... even though in reality I know, and you readers know, that in this way we could have put us random phrases, chapters Alfonso Luigi Marra backwards, sure dell'Upanishad Koranic verses and translated by Melissa P, because what really makes the traffic in this case is the title: adult films. Yes, Google has indexed. Still get people who are looking for porn, and instead are faced with a reflection on the advisability of teaching the subject to exhibit a film renaissance in secondary schools. I could also say that I did it on purpose. But it is sad, no? possible that we are still here in 2011, to increase public access to these mezzucci SEO from the nineties? That the point of trying to write some songs even more interesting, when I could reach more readers by simply adding the words Ass titles or poop? And why not, after all? Stop reading, where the top of the usual article about Berlusconi or Veltroni we should find the word "Ass"? And with the euro in more than twenty we scrape together the ends of the quarter, I could offer a pizza with my wife and show that I was right, that someday I would have earned all this scribbling. Go ahead.
8. The funeral of the fox berlusconologia A piece of classic, written in mid-November. We would keep in mind that to write about Berlusconi is less simple than it seems: the market is very inflated, you have to have bright and original ideas. And then get to know the time right: when all they give hope for him to point out that no, it does not, have all the armor in place. These are pieces that already after a few months does not say much anymore, but if you look at the right time express the mood of a lot of people then thanks you, you write, it makes proposals, and for a while 'you seem to doing something important. Then move on.
7. From the consumer The neutral title hides one of the most explosive flame ever born on this lovely amateur site. The flame for those who do not know (lucky him, however if you want to try the first shot is free) is a long controversy that arises in the comments and sometimes spreads at other sites. In this case - it was November, when the first round of the bunga-bunga - after a week of severe reflections on the dignity, decorum, a woman's body, I thought that Berlusconi to consider a simple little whore was a 'how to insert workers throughout Marchionne Fiat, a force: and that after the first not to appreciate the combination should have been the same whoremongers. I even went on a couple of forums to check, but I did not find much (those guys have an obsession), and then the piece I wrote it myself, firsthand. Because despite all my efforts to become a father responsible and prudent, I am so, when the smell shit, shit the point where, when sento il richiamo della foresta in fiamme, nulla può più trattenermi. Ora le femministe mi odiano – no, aspetta, mi odiavano già da prima per la storia di Saratoga, ci arriveremo. Alcune hanno anche scritto a Concita De Gregorio affinché mi licenzi, per una cosa che, notate, non ho scritto sull'Unità, ma su un sito di fatti miei. E magari, ecco, se avessero letto le cose che scrive la De Gregorio sull'argomento , si sarebbero risparmiate la fatica.
Comunque ho capito cosa significhi vivere in una società laica. Grosso modo, si tratta di dividere il mondo con gente che non vede le stesse cose che vedi tu, tu unisci i puntini e vedi una cosa, loro li uniscono in un altro e vedono altro; to the point that it is as if appartenessimo to different religions, and basically it is. There are people walking the same streets I walk that I wrote that in Italy there can not exist without exploiting prostitution, that even if a girl wants to try to put out an ad, it would now prey to racketeering, any what this means (I think it means that those arriving in the racket, and then you take advantage of you chained). But the best is always the gentleman who wrote me "The market is the whoremongers like you. Without a saw the next time. And you think that the six made with a bloody hand . That is something that has stayed with me inside, saw the blood, here's another one that could become a poet or advertising and instead got lost in the maze of blogging. But above all: ten years after that I take the wanker as bloggers, finally someone who accuses me to do with not enough - although in reality there is nothing to do, the glorification of pimp is a permanent fault, a religion lay that has not yet made available confessional, so saw no wash the blood from the hands that wrote this post. Then how do you take it with Catholics? Seriously: the day in Italy there were more priests, I am assured that these powers do not go here? At least discuss it with the priests, they have their flaws and you have yours, there is room for trovare compromessi. Ma questi nel giro di una generazione le mani ce le tagliano, l'Iran è più vicino di quello che ti aspetti (e soprattutto non arriva dalla parte da cui te lo aspetti).
6. Se i bimbominkia sapessero A settembre Berlusconi sonnecchiava e passavo il tempo scrivendo pezzi contro la lingua italiana che hanno avuto un insperato successo – ma no, in realtà nel pazzo mondo dei blog italiani la grammatica è sempre stata sexy. E Google Italia mi vuole bene, per cui se scrivo un pezzo sui bimbominkia, esso arriva subito nella prima pagina dei risultati per bimbominkia. E poi basta, non avrei molto da aggiungere. Ah, sì: un pezzo come questo non sarei mai riuscito neanche solo a concepirlo se non fossi diventato negli anni un lettore compulsivo di Malvestite , uno dei pochi blog che mi hanno davvero insegnato delle cose, cose importanti (Twilight, il vecchiettismo) che addirittura mi sono state utili sul luogo di lavoro, e che oggi mi manca tantissimo, ogni volta che leggo qualcuno che cerca di sfottere i libri di Alfonso Luigi Marra senza essere Betty Moore.
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