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&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da una comunicazione privata:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&gt; Te lo rimando perchè quello che ti ho mandato sabato&lt;br/&gt;&gt; mi è tornato indietro con la scritta:&lt;br/&gt;&gt;  **********************************************&lt;br/&gt;&gt;    **      THIS IS A WARNING MESSAGE ONLY      **&lt;br/&gt;&gt;    **  YOU DO NOT NEED TO RESEND YOUR MESSAGE  **&lt;br/&gt;&gt;    **********************************************&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dice: "questo e' solo un messaggio di avvertimento, non c'e' bisogno che&lt;br/&gt;rimandiate il vostro messaggio."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ImodOnTumblr?a=QJdsf5oTyfo:COZtsSjArz0:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ImodOnTumblr?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Di vecchiaia, immagino."</title><description>“Un testimone: “Emanuela Orlandi è morta”. &lt;br/&gt;
Di vecchiaia, immagino.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://zabajone.it/2009/11/19/cold-case/" target="_blank"&gt;Cold case « Zabajone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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me: giusto, mica come..."</title><description>“Teresa: sostengono una deficiente inglese esperta di welfare. che idioti &lt;br/&gt;
me: giusto, mica come D’Alema. Che non è esperto di niente.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giornalettismo.com/archives/42405/competenze-2/" target="_blank"&gt;Competenze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Si va soldato per necessitá e ci si arruola per dovere, ma, in guerra, ci si fa...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nachtprinzessin.tumblr.com/post/248882977/si-va-soldato-per-necessita-e-ci-si-arruola-per" target="_blank"&gt;nachtprinzessin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si va soldato per necessitá e ci si arruola per dovere, ma, in guerra, ci si &lt;i&gt;fa&lt;/i&gt; uccidere per amore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;suo padre, spingendola sull´altalena,all´improvviso afferró le catene di metallo, la tiró indietro, la tenne sospesa a mezz´aria, per cui lei pensó di poter vedere la rotonditá del mondo sotto di sé, e le affondó la testa nella schiena piangendo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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ci siamo beccati io e te: ti ho criticato per i calici del capodanno 2007,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Ciao &lt;a title="michele (ci manca!)" target="_blank" href="http://blazar.tumblr.com/"&gt;Michele&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ci siamo &lt;/i&gt;beccati&lt;i&gt; io&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; e te: ti ho criticato per i calici del capodanno 2007, ricordi? e mi hai risposto a tono: col sarcasmo che sapevi. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mai una mail tra noi, mai una conversazione su GTalk o Skype. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma ci stimavamo. A vicenda. Lo sapevamo senza dirlo. Non era necessario.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inutile dirlo: ci manchi Zio.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktdeenzaxz1qz63gh.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lo scorso anno, più o meno in questo periodo, Michele giungeva al limite della sua malattia. Lottò ogni giorno contro il cancro che lo stava uccidendo. In silenzio, con orgoglio e caparbieta. Con ironia e sfrontatezza. Sino a spegnersi il 27 dicembre scorso, non senza aver avuto un pensiero per i suoi “amici tumbleri”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Mi stava sul cazzo&lt;/i&gt;” Michele, per questo gli volevo bene. Ed è per questo che ogni giorno, sino al 27 dicembre, almeno un post sarà per lui.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Dove: Universita’ degli studi di Milano 
Chi: Corso di laurea in Scienze..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Quando: questa mattina &lt;br/&gt;
Dove: Universita’ degli studi di Milano &lt;br/&gt;
Chi: Corso di laurea in Scienze Politiche, un centinaio di studenti. &lt;br/&gt;
Cosa: Seminario sui rapporti fra nuovi e vecchi media rappezzato del tenutario qui &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Numero di mani alzate alla domanda: “Avete/Usate…” &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Avete un blog?”= zero &lt;br/&gt;
“Usate Friendfeed?”= zero &lt;br/&gt;
“Usate Twitter?”= zero &lt;br/&gt;
“Usate Facebook?”= tutti&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mantellini.it/?p=7338&amp;utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+mantellini%2Ffeed+%28manteblog%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader" target="_blank"&gt;Percentuali bulgare - manteblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImodOnTumblr/~4/tI-N0DRWkdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImodOnTumblr/~3/tI-N0DRWkdM/249799930</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://imod.tumblr.com/post/249799930</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:23:06 +0100</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://imod.tumblr.com/post/249799930</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>"io continuo a negare che esista qualcosa che vada chiamato social media (tutto è social, su..."</title><description>“io continuo a negare che esista qualcosa che vada chiamato social media (tutto è social, su Internet, e quindi, tra l’altro, non è media)”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotcoma.it/2009/11/19/il_cacio_e_le_pere_piu_twitter_per_tutti.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+dotcoma+%28d+o+t+-+c+o+m+a+*%3Ao%29%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader" target="_blank"&gt;d o t - c o m a *:o) | il cacio e le pere (o anche: più twitter per tutti)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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