Quel brusio quotidiano oltre il quale... Boh!

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Io li ho educati, ho rinvigorito le loro braccia, ma essi tramano del male contro di me (Osea 7:15)


Questa frase campeggia sul calendarietto "La parola, giorno per giorno"; è uno di quei calendari 8x12 cm in cui stacchi ogni giorno il foglietto. Fa molto elementari, avete presente quelli coi numeri rossi? Scandisce il tempo che passa. Peccato che, fino a stamattina, fosse fermo al 7 Aprile...

Di fronte a me il pc fisso word aperto, a sinistra il posacenere con una cicca fumante (non c'è però concedetemi l'immagine evocativa), a destra il portatile fumante anch'esso, simula 5 anni di funzionamento di un impianto di riscaldamento in 36 minuti netti.

Vado a farmi un caffè, o meglio, una fika, e poi riprendo l'attività.

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davide ha detto…
"Essi tornano, ma non a chi è in alto;
sono diventati come un arco fallace;
i loro capi cadranno per la spada,
a motivo della rabbia della loro lingua;
nel paese d'Egitto si faranno beffe di loro."

Come va con la tesi?
Dovresti togliere per un momento l'attributo metaforico alla cicca e fare una foto in biano e nero del tutto. Sguardo pensieroso, portatile alla mano, fumo che sale lentamente dal posacenere appena visibile..
Poi postala.
27 aprile 2010 alle ore 11:09:00 CEST
davide ha detto…
Bianco e nero é addirittura meglio che biano e nero. Pensaci.
27 aprile 2010 alle ore 11:14:00 CEST
davide ha detto…
e comunque.. la tesi si scrive in latex, non in word.
27 aprile 2010 alle ore 22:51:00 CEST
matteo ha detto…
Macchè Latex... So domare alla grande Word, ormai è ai miei comandi :)

Ci penserò, potrei effettivamente farla la foto. Potrebbe risultare interessante! Magari la piazzo sui ringraziamenti!! :P
28 aprile 2010 alle ore 21:42:00 CEST
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1 maggio 2010 alle ore 14:02:00 CEST
michele ha detto…
Forte l'analogia tra cicca e notebook fumante!

Su LaTeX non mi esprimo, ma temo ci sia una correlazione fortissima tra usarlo per la tesi e avere un PhD.
1 maggio 2010 alle ore 14:04:00 CEST
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