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Dame Mede e Briccole

Dame Mede e Briccole by Maurizio Romio

Dame, Mede and Briccole … sweet and safe traveling companions during a navigation in the Venice lagoon

The Dame is generally made up of a group of poles, one of which is in the highest center and marks the mouth of the navigable canal, while Mede and Briccole, consisting respectively of a single pole or two or more poles, delimit the continuation of the canal. 
On the poles signals are applied which can be white, green or red. The white signal indicates the side of the channel, the green signal that you have to proceed in navigation keeping the pole on our right, the red signal that you have to navigate keeping the pole on the left. 
Fair winds. 
Maurizio

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The blog and the journalism

I’m  a new-blogger and  I desire to make some considerations about the blog as a sort of  on-line diary.

I start speaking about  the job of the journalist.

I think that the activity of the journalist  substantially is  to offer news.

I think not being away from the truth when I affirm that in the substance of the things to make journalism is to speak about others people, about facts and events that can be interest to the others.

Journalism is something that is reported to the others.

We are six billion people, events every second happens, you  can report about the past, the present and the future. I believe that material to make journalism exists in abundance.

Perhaps for this reason the Citizen Journalism will be more and more successful.

Reporting me to the blog, for his nature a sort on-line diary, I make this question: to speak of ourselves, to speak of the things that happen but reporting these to ourselves,

to be “Home Journalist” and not “Citizen journalist”  is it simple or difficult?

Now I am not able to give an answer. Of course I will find it in the progress time.

Maurizio Romio

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To play truant and to be in the troubles

When it is said a off day.

In  my time, in the seventies, the worry for the one that  “plays hookey”  was to run into some  teacher on the road.

We see now what can happen to a fifteen year-old boy that plays truant at  Vicenza in the morning of November 29th  2010.

This boy gets up from the bed, he does breakfast and he thinks: “this morning I don’t feel like going to school, I will go to make a round trip  in down town.”

He takes the bus but he doesn’t pay the ticket (the cost of the ticket  for the urban net is Euro 1.20).  The inspectors climb. They ask him the ticket, he doesn’t have it, they ask him the documents, it doesn’t have them. So the inspectors  called the agents of the local police.  He tries to escape but  he is taken back and brought  to the Command. The boy furnishes in a first moment false generalities.  The end of this story?

His  parents are tracked down and the little boy reenters to house, he have to  pay a sanction for  having  climbed in bus without ticket,  he  will be report to the Tribunal of the Minor for having furnished false generalities.

I’m thinking about the fable of Pinocchio, about the fairy and the speaking cricket. I’m  thinking  about the happy ending of this fable. I hope that in the same way this boy concludes his experience.

Maurizio Romio