What the hell is this?

What the hell is this? Giogio? Do you know it? Anyway, first of February, first post from the land of celtic and last of february from this place. Yes, i will be travelling around our lovely world from thursday so if i will be able to write some scrap from some remote village in Vietnam or Cambodia, or if I won't be stolen in favelas in Brasil, or yet, I will have a chance to find an internet-spot in Tasmania, i will definitely write here.

An hard month, this, the first of 2010. Students to follow, assigning them "homeworks", 2 workshop accepted and the related web-site to build. 3 papers submitted around and some poker-session enhanced... :) I guess i won't be able to do better...

Cognitive effort - 卢卡

Attention it is the taking possession of the mind, in clear and vivid form, of one out of what seem several simultaneously possible objects or trains of thought. Focalisation, concentration, of consciousness are of its essence. It implies withdrawal from some things in order to deal effectively with others...

A pint before the Phd Minor

Sorry for the absence. Just a pint before defending the Phd Minor, even if it is just a transfer.......

I gotta feelin'

I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
Tonight’s the night night Let’s live it up I got my money Let’s give it up
Go out and smash it like Oh My God Jump off that sofa Let’s kick it up
I know that we’ll have a ball if we get down and go out and just loose it all
I feel stressed out I wanna let it go Lets go way out spaced out and loosing all control
Fill up my cup may as well talk Look at her dancing just take it off
Lets paint the town We’ll shut it down Let’s burn the roof and then we’ll do it again
i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
Here we come here we go we gotta rock
Easy come easy go now we on top t
Feel the shot body rock Rock it don’t stop
Round and round up and down around the clock
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday Friday, Saturday, Saturday and Sunday
we keep keep keep keep on going we know what we say say party everyday p-p-p-party everyday

There is a country

There is a country where there is no winter.
There is a country where there is no summer.
There is a country where there are clouds..
There is a country where it does not matter if you have an umbrella.
There is a country where people study.
There is a country where some weird person studies cognitive ability.
There is a country where some strange man studies cognitive effort.

That country is Ireland.
That man is procedureman.
The clouds are still there.

Welcome back to the land of Celtics Luca.

Just a video for the last 365 days

I'm in Italy, relaxing in my home, finally. I have no pressure this time, I don't miss to much the land of the Celtics, but I miss so much my friends, my brasilian friends....

She left

Good things in life have flown away from dublin. My brasilera, my brasilian flat-mate. 1 year all togheter, having a good time, always, poorly but funny and pure. Such nice people. Thanks guys, thanks Gabrielinha, thanks Thalesado, i spent a really good year with both of u. I learnt a lot of things, I hope i suggested something good as well. For sure I will meet you again...

Just prepare BBQ and cachaca 51 at samba rythm... :)

Surprise party: happy birthday Luca

Such a good surprise. An usual day at office, waiting for friends to have a chat and a glass of wine. No Luca, come back home, I don't want to come there. I have to finish to write something and Im gonna came back home soon.

As soon as i came back home..... the rest is history :)

thanks mates :)

Wicklow Mountains

Back from the Wicklow. Such a nice mountains and such a nice weather. It was a sunny day. Yes, strange up here. Through the Wicklow toward(s) Glendalough, with the celtic crosses. A picture on the first lake and the afternoon knocked on our door. Stop in the Wicklow city and back up to Dublin, through the coast, stopping at the Bray beaches. A bowling session at night, just to keep in touch with the heavy balls ... number 10/12 off course :) Let's the pictures speak... i said too much... :)

" musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar"

I've got sick, i.e., the spring is coming

I've got sick. I'm like a seagull. Something has been changing... I saw seagulls landing on the Trinity Rugby's court, on the grass. This has just one meaning. Firstly, grass experts at Trinity College, cut the grass on the rugby's court when there is grass to cut. The grass to cut comes out when rugby championships finish up and rugby players don't destroy the court.

These expert make use of a special mower that cuts the grass so thin that they don't need to pick up the cutted-grass from the court. They use this technique to fertilize the grass itself. Unfortunately, in our world, seagulls exist, so they basically have a good meal to consume. This has just one meaning: they move from the seaside to town because the wheather allows them to do it. Basically, the end of the story is that the spring is coming, hence, as Im like a seagull, I've got sick and seagulls moved in town to eat. We react in different ways to SPRING... they eat and I take out my scarf and jacket...

Once i Met him

Finally, I met him. It was small, almost transparent, without taste and color. It was very very small, and it was difficult to met him. It was in a long glass, in the middle, between the alcohol and the salt water. It was difficult to discriminate it among these liquids. But at the end i met him.

It didn't say a word, it didn't smile, but i knew it has been carrying information for more than 27 years. It was shy, but i know it's my mirror. I met him for the first time in my life, it was an exciting experience and several questions came out from my mouth. Finnaly I met him: my DNA.

quando la sciarpa...berimbau thalesado

Porca zozza, e' possibile che debba ancora andare in giro con la sciarpa e la giacca in questa grigia terra dei celtici a meta' Maggio? in piu' la gomma della bicicletta si e' bucata e mi tocca andare a piedi con portatile e zaino della palestra... ogni mattina sembra che debba partire per chissa' quale destinazione....

Paper accettato e un altro in fase di esaminazione. aspettando l'estreme programming al Trinity... e una taxonomy dei sistemi sociali di ricerca... intanto ci divertiamo come ubriachi in cucina...

too many things to do - STOP

too many things to do - STOP
crap weather - STOP
Lambrusco at 2.45 euro at Dunnes store - STOP
Multiple regression - STOP
plugin issues - STOP
2 papers submitted - STOP
1 paper ongoing - STOP
too busy - STOP

Celtic/Brasilian easter at Music Hall

From Italy with energy, they brought the sun: Maurizio e Marcello, named respectively Bric and SuperZeeerooo. They are ready for the Brasilian party at Music Hall, everybody is ready, I'm ready. There is plenty of Cacacha, straight from Portugal.

We start with risotto, with a couple of glasses of wine and Gorgonzola. Espanhola to start enjoying the party. This is a very tasty brasilian-made dring, with wine, red wine, pineapple, sugar and condensed milk...for papules...

It was supposed to have a second dish, but we prefer drinking caipirinha with pineapples, strawberries, limes, kiwis... Maybe we can cook chips and bacon. What do you think? No Luca, let's go to Temple Bar, just to have a walk and take some pictures..

There is a Brasilian flag in the kitchen, on the wall...Italian one is coming as well, straight from the Belpaese. Can I have a glass of original caipirinha please??

An ordinary latin day in the land of celtics

Outside the wheather is not so good. There is plenty of wind, rain and so forth...basically crap wheather as it is suppose to be up here. What can we do? Staying at home? Off course. Watching movie...naaa...speaking each other? yep.

We have cachaca 51, velho barreiro and other kinds of alchool. We have a table, we have samba dancers, from brasil, we have a flag and we have plenty of time...i forgot, we have a cavaquinho as well....

Back from Portugal

Nice solitary trip, a relaxed trip based on Sangria, Conference, Computer Science, sun and tasty food. Back from Portugal, for the second time. Back to Music Hall. Unfortunately I lost my conference's poster at the airport: it was Cacacha and wine's fault. Yes it was. Fortunately now I have cacacha to remember Portugal...

San Patrick Day

As every year, here you are, here Paddy's Day. Lá ’le Pádraig, i.e. St. Patrick's Day in Irish. Saint Patrick (circa AD 385–461) is one of the patron saints of Ireland, and is generally celebrated on 17 March. 17 March, such a funny day. This is my second St. Paddy's day in the land of Celtic. People everywhere drunk, funny people, guys, girls, kids, grand-parents... all together to see the show, the parade that started from the Spire towards Dame street. Funny day, unfortunately I've an exam tomorrow and I couldn't drink so much. It was funny anyway. It doesn't matter... I'm heading off to Portugal... to learn portuguese.. :)

Texas Poker with a apple strudel under the celtic snow

Poker, Texas Poker at Music Hall: Brasilian versus Italian, versus Spanish. Who will win? One strudel per day put the doctor away? I think so, hence i eat one alone... :) Who will win.

Snow? What is that? Do Celtic people know what snow is? I don't think so, but, in the land of celtic everything is possible. The city is white, there is snow up here, up the land of Celtics, up Dublin. So funny looking at the people playing with snow balls... 1/2 centimeters, by considering the kind of city, are enough.

Who will win...? The italian is almost out, but the last word is not delivered yet... From the moon to the heart...back, stronger as before...toward the end, toward the victory....allright.... It's better if I go back to study non-monotonic reasoning...

One of the best game in the last few years

Finally, I've got it. Finally, after few years of absence, i joined a new basketball team: the A-team of Trinity College Dublin. We lost yesterday night fighting toward the Rathmines Basketball team, one of the best team in the Irish League. Yesterday we play one of the Irish cup and it was very interesting.

Firstly, i joined a good team with a good coach who makes just simple things but in the proper, intensive way. The team mates are nice, hard worker, and all togheter we can obtain good results. The last game was one of the best game I could play in the last few years: intensitivy, dribbling, shouts, proper passes. That game allowed me to go back in my past, in my experience, figuring out how beautiful is this sport and how a real player can feel happy playing simple but good baskeball.

Break the silence

Moro...
Na terra dos celtas,
Abençoada por Deus
E bonita pela porcaria do clima (Mas que beleza!)

Em março (Em março)
Tem S. Patrick (Tem carnaval)
Eu tenho um fusca e um violão,
Sou Flamengo e tenho uma nêga chamada Tereza

Pigiama and Christmas-hat party at Music Hall

A pyjama, a Christmas hat and a lot of beers. This is how our brasilian-italian party started at Music Hall last saturday night. Something different from the normality, something different from the routinely. The usual boxes of 24 beers, the usual boxes of chips with garlic, ketchup and mayonnaise. Something simple but that works as a super glue.

Laughing like kids, drinking alcohol as adults, enjoying the night. Outside it is cold, so cold, but we don't give a damn: we are inside, chatting each other at a samba rhythm. We don't care about winds, we don't mind about the weather, we don't think about clouds: beer, chat and life....It is not the party that make people, it is the people who make party...

777

777....no comment. Don't you have a girl friend? Event though Giogio made 7/7/7 (spades), which is brobabilistic speaking, almost impossible, we didn't get any money because we went in the wrong place...poor people still remain poor.....these are the rules.... Don't you have something better to do? Don't you have a different place to waste money....

200 euro of penalty

Beer, caipirinha, beer, again beer, pizza, chips, alcohol, beer and again beer...
I just say: 200 euro of penalty because someone throwed up on the stairs in a building...it was a funny disaster...

Music Hall - Party

Fevereiro, alegria Muita festa, todo dia Quem pode pode, quem não pode se sacode Quando a banda passa O som da banda empurrando todo mundo no swing massa

E a galera... Ôôô! A galera tá no clima Mão embaixo, mão em cima Quem pode pode quem não pode se sacode Quando a banda passa O som da banda empurrando todo mundo no swing massa

E a galera... Ôôô! Desce desce bem juntinho Sobe sobe bonitinho E essa dança todo mundo tá jogando no meio da praça O som da banda empurrando todo mundo no swing massa E a galera...

Fevereiro, alegria Muita festa, todo dia Quem pode pode quem não pode se sacode Quando a banda passa O som da banda empurrando todo mundo no swing massa

E a galera...Ôôô A galera tá no clima Mão embaixo, mão em cima Quem pode pode quem não pode se sacode Quando a banda passa O som da banda empurrando todo mundo no swing massa

E a galera... Ôôô Desce desce bem juntinho sobe sobe bonitinho E essa dança todo mundo tá jogando no meio da praça O som da banda empurrando todo mundo no swing massa

E a galera...Final

Tutorial Sistemi Distribuiti

Entro in classe: "Mr. Barrett is out: take this and do it, you have 1 hour".
Cosi inizio il mio primo tutorial al Trinity College: Sistemi Distribuiti. I ragazzi dovevano produrre un prototipo in java, in maniera concorrente, ergo usando thread, per generare i numeri primi.

Mi siedo sulla cattedra del Lecture Theater 1 del Lloyd Building e inizio a leggere una mail stampata. Dopo 10 minuti un tizio si alza, scende verso di me e mi da la soluzione: inutile commentare il suo approccio. A turno uno ad uno scendono consegnando la loro soluzione. Qualcuno lo ha implementato in c, qualcuno si e' dimenticato di creare i thread, qualcuno si e' dimenticato di lanciarli....che faccio?

Temptation

8 flights booked: I tryed but I won't give a damn, no more.

Heaven, A gateway to hope, Just like a feeling, I need, it's no joke
And though it hurts me, To see you this way, Betrayed by words, I'd never heard, Too hard to say them.

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground Tonight I think I'll walk alone; find my soul as I go home.

Each way I turn, I know I'll always try, To break the circle, That has been placed round me. From time to time, I find I lost, Some meaning, That was urgent, To myself, I do believe

Oh, up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground Tonight I think I'll walk alone; find my soul as I go home

Over the weekend

Week or weekend? Actually right now it seems to be the same..
- Phd student registration: done
- Sophie's interface bugs: fixed
- Sophie's jar file: done
- Trinity's evy and sport center fees: payed
- Postgraduate diploma in statistic registration: done
- Postgraduate diploma in statistic fees: payed
- Module Artificial intelligence and Autonomous agents: selected
- Module Distributed systems and middleware: selected
- Module research method: marked
- New experiment for phd: started

Looking forward:
- to starting Artificial intelligence and Autonomous agents
- to starting Distributed systems and middleware
- to starting research method
- to starting Postgraduate diploma in statistic
- to starting basketball training
- to having a part-time contract/job
- to meeting someone
- to receiving a call
- to finishing to create the phd experiment
- MOROCCO...

All that we needed was right
The threshold is breaking tonight

Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me

Focus on everything better today
All that I needed I never could say
Hold on to people, they're slipping away
Hold on to this while it's slipping away

All that we needed tonight
Are people who love us and like
I know how it feels to need
Oh when we leave here, you'll see

Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me

Focus on everything better today
All that I needed I never could say
Hold on to people, they're slipping away
Hold on to this while it's slipping away

Giova berimbau metalizado

Venerdi sera, ecco il nuovo guest direttamente da Milan: Giovaaa. Non si perde tempo, subito pinta al Porterhouse di Grafton e dicono, birra in tre sorsi, 7 per la Guinness. Solita foto 3-birre... ci troviamo capatultati a Sabato, giretto centrale approfittando del tempo, io mi compro le Sennheiser nuove per l'ufficio, e un crem caramel a starbucks con Giorgigno e il Giova. Fitsimon di sera, un sacco di gente, e siamo catapultati gia' a domenica. Il weekend sta finendo ma noi ce ne sbattiamo e andiamo dal persiano vicino casa, a farci un bega kebab...

Que som é esse irmão
Que o povo ta dançando
Que vem de lá pra cá
Que vai daqui pra lá

É um som diferente
Que alucina a gente
E faz dançar

É uma mistura de tambor
Tamborim e Agogo
Que não deixa ninguem parado
La no fundo ta rolando
O som que vem ecooando
É o berimbau metalizado

Tá Tá Tá
Tá balançando toda a massa
Tá Tá Tá
Tá balançado o chão da praça
Tá Tá Tá
Tá todo mundo arrepiado
Curtindo o som do berimbau metalizado

Solita pinta post demo

Finalmente e' over: la demo di Sophie. Negli ultimi due giorni mi e' toccato lavorare agli ultimi ritocchi, nonostante la febbre, direi anche altuccia e con un mal di gola fastidiosissimo. Ritocchi al corpo di Sophie, ergo l'interfaccia minimalistic. Ritocchi alle funzioni che ogni tanto generano qualche eccezione, STATEMENT IF inseriti all'ultimo momento, con la partecipazione di Stephen, per castare vari oggetti ed evitare crash imprevisti...

La demo e' perfettamente riuscita, questo era un potenziale finanziatore governativo: doveva per forza funzionare. Per festeggiare il prof. ci porta al solito pub in mezzo al Trinity, offrendoci due guinness a stomaco vuoto. Torno a casa in bici, un po' a zig zag...

Chi fa da se fa per tre

Con la febbre e una tonsilla grande come un cocomero scrivo del codice java in questo nuovo ufficio spazioso, con tanta gente ma deserto. Mi sono preso la scrivania, ne abbiamo sistemata un'altra per il collega e sono davanti alla finestra, guardando la gente che passa davanti all'entrata del Lloyd building. Chi fa da se far per tre: un detto terribilmente vero in questo periodo. Chi fa da se fa per tre: me lo devo ricordare.

La mia tonsilla destra e' grossa come un limone, non riesco neanche a parlare. Mi devo comprare un termometro, giusto per sapere quando non posso fare a meno di stare nel letto a riposare. Il raffreddore e' come la storia infinita, non accenna a terminare. Forse mi devo mettere a testa in giu' ma in questo caso il detto, chi fa da se fa per tre e' un po' impraticabile: qualcuno mi deve appendere a testa in giu' o quantomeno tenermi. Sgranocchiero' qualcosa, aspettando che la connesione internet venga ripristinata o quanto meno raggiunga un livello accettabile nel routing dei pacchetti. Mi sa che devo reiniziare a giocare a scacchi...

I've got it: awarded

I've got it. Finalmente la borsa di studio IRCSET è mia. Dopo quella del Trinity College, sono riuscito ad ottenere la borsa di studio dell'ente governativo irlandese IRCSET (Irish Research Council for Science, Engineering and Technology). E' stata dura ma alla fine ci sono riuscito. Un particolare grazie a Marco, Pierpaolo e Stephen per l'aiuto e le referenze.

Adesso si inizia ufficialmente il Phd, subito sotto con la ricerca, produttivi al 100%. Aspetto la Fresher Week per l'iscrizione e via con le idee, si inizia a fondere la mente...

É de babaixar, é de balacobaca
É de babaixar, é de balacobaca
Tê, têretete
Oh!
Eu quero beijar a sua boca louca
Eu quero beijar a sua boca louca
Eu vou enfiar uva no céu da sua boca, eu vou
Eu vou enfiar uva no céu da sua boca
Eu quero beijar a sua boca louca
Eu quero beijar a sua boca louca
E ai chupa toda
Disse Toda
Chupa Toda
Disse toda
Chupa Toda!

The ring & the Fake Online Blackjack

Oggi la nostra coinquilina cinese ha ricevuto una chiamata dalla germania (dopo averlo scoperto analizzando il prefisso). E' corsa in cucina e ha chiesto di rispondere per lei perche' non era la prima volta che la chiamavano da quel numero. Ok, rispondo io Kate!. Hallo, who's speaking? Nessun risponde e dopo qualche secondo la conversazione viene terminata. Una, due, tre volte, e la scena e' sempre la stessa. Dal sonno quasi iniziato (ci mette due minuti), Giorgigno spunta fuori dalle coperte, incuriosito, e inizia a fare battutine sul film "the ring". La cinese inizia a mettersi le mani sulle labbra, come fanno tutte le cinesi quando sono soprese, spaventate. Inizia ad insultarlo alla buona e io scoppio a ridere. Lei inizia a saltellare per la cucina, con quei piccoli passi tipici dei cinesi: le dico di googlare il numero e vedere cosa ne esce fuori. Neanche a farlo apposta quel numero e' presente in google, forse nei primi 20 risultati, e analizzando questi scopriamo che e' SCAM, puro SCAM. Ci tranquilliziamo, auguriamo alla cinesina, per quanto si possa augurare, una buona nottata, seguita da insulti...e andiamo a dormire.

Non giocate mai a blackjack online, soprattutto con soldi veri. Ho fatto un esperimento ed e' stato negativo. Volete sapere perche' ci truffano e i casino' online sono delle vere giostre organizzate ad hoc? Ve lo spiego subito partendo dalla tabella seguente:

HAND no.	Dealer	Me	Balance -	Comment
1	21	20	-1	iniziamo bene
2	13	bust	-2	molto bene direi
3	19	17	-3	inizio a non capire...
4	17	18	-2	ufff
5	20	20	-2	INCREDIBILE
6	20	17	-3	aveva un 10 iniziale
7	21	18	-4	STRANO
8	18	16	-5	mmmm
9	19	17	-6	mmmm
10	18	17	-7	PER ESSERE LA 10-ma MANO (sono gia' -7)
11	bust	13	-6	inizia il recupero
12	21	19	-7	naaa
13	7	BJ	-5.5	siiii :-)
14	20	18	-6.5	naaa
15	9	BJ	-5	si dai :-)
16	bust	13	-4	wow, io ci credo
17	bust	18	-3	si si , proprio cosi
18	21	17	-4	mi sa che si e' incazzato l'algoritmo
19	A	bust	-5	dove vado con un asso al banco
20	20	18	-6
21	18	19	-5	ok
22	17	17	-5	STAND-off strano
23	18	19	-4	ok
24	18	20	-3	ok
25	2	bust (6A5Q)	-4	12-->22 sempre
26	20	19	-5	20 al banco...
27	bust	14	-4	ok
28	17	18	-5	ok
29	bust	17	-6	ok, dai che forse ce la facciamo
30	6	BJ	-4.5	GOOD
31	bust	12	-3.5	ok
32	20	19	-4.5	mmm
33	20	BJ	-3	GOOD, good deal
34	9	bust	-4	:(
35	17	15	-5	:(
36	19	12	-6	forse non dovevo dire good Deal...
37	20	16	-7	direi di no
38	bust	21	-6	good
39	bust	12	-5	giusto
40	20	21	-4	nice hand
41	10	bust	-5	normale sballare
42	21	17	-6	figuriamoci
43	bust	15	-5	ok, giusta giocata
44	18	20	-4	good
45	19	14	-5	errata giocata
46	bust	19	-4	good
47	10	bust	-5	col dieci al banco...dove si va?
48	20	20	-5	STAND-OFf, incredible
49	8	bust (22)	-6	12 chiama 22 SEMPRE
50	17	13	-7	giocata errata
51	bust	14	-6	ok
52	bust	20	-5	ok
53	18	21	-4	GOOD, WOW
54	10	bust	-5	col dieci al banco...
55	17	20	-4	GOOD
56	18	16	-5	errata giocata
57	BJ	15	-6	sti cazzi...
58	bust	12	-5	giocata corretta
59	21	12	-6	?!?
60	bust	18	-5	ok
61	9	bust	-6	ahah...
62	bust	19	-5	ok
63	18	19	-4	SONO FORTE
64	17	20	-3	sempre piu' forte
65	19	20	-2	gia' fortissimo
66	20	16	-3	vince lui :(
67	BJ	BJ	-3	INCREDIBILE ma VERO
68	17	20	-2	me la sento
69	19	12	-3	un po' meno
70	17	BJ	-1.5	ma ci credo
71	bust	14	-0.5	sempre di piu'...
72	14	BJ	+1	ATTENZIONE, sono sopra :-)
73	10	bust	0	FALSO allarme
74	BJ	19	-1	e adesso viene il bello...
75	17	17	-1	STAND-off
76	17	16	-2	che si fa?
77	bust	14	-1	ok
78	BJ	19	-2	si inizia a scendere
79	7	bust	-3	proprio quando
80	18	17	-4	stavo vincendo
81	bust	16	-3	ok
82	10	bust	-4	pensate col montant
83	BJ	20	-5	cosa sarebbe successo?
84	18	16	-6	una catastrofe
85	19	15	-7	ed e' PROPRIO QUI che l'algoritmo di incula
86	17	20	-6	ti da una possibilita'
87	20	19	-7	ma ti incula
88	7	bust	-8	ti fa male
89	10	bust	-9	SENZA PIETA'
90	20	17	-10	MAI
91	7	bust	-11	SENZA SOSTA
92	21	20	-12	SENZA FREGARSENE
93	bust	20	-11	ti da' l'apparenza di vincere
94	bust	17	-10	sempre
95	20	17	-11	quasi sempre
96	bust	14	-10	anche due volte
97	bust	20	-9	tre volte
98	18	16	-10	ma poi se li ripiglia tutti
99	20	12	-11	senza farti nessuno sconto
100	20	19	-12	FINO ALLA FINE

STATISTICHE:
Dealer:
5% of Black Jack
7% of 21
17% of 20
7% of 19
11% of 18
12% of 17
22% of bust
19% it doesn't have to deal

Come si puo' notare nel 19% delle mani il dealer non deve neanche chiamare, quindi o hai sballato (bust) o e' colpa tua che non sai giocare. Il 17% di 20, praticamente impossibile vincere. 5% di blackjack, inutile parlarne. I 17, 18, i 19 fanno ben 30%. Il 7% di 21 sono frutto dell'algoritmo, ossia combinazioni di carte per fregarti i soldi, anche quando hai 20.

Il 22% di bust onestamente sono un po' pochi e 100 mani sono un buon test, ergo non giocate al blackjack online: ci sono dietro degli algoritmi che manipolano le mani come vogliono. Soprattutto non giocate con la tecnica del montante, vi spacchereste la schiena. Bisognerebbe fare altri test e vedere, ad esempio, con un mazzo, quante volte compare la stessa carta...

Candeline col tiramisu'

Tiramisu' con le candeline per Giorgigno. Non le avevamo tutte ma alla fine basta il pensiero. Thanks to Simo per l'ottimo tiramisu' e per le ottime lasagne che per la prima volta sono comparse a Music Hall. Apprezzatissime come apprezzatissimo e' stato il riso col Curry.

Thanks per la torta cioccolato e fragole di Gabi, anche questa veramente apprezzata. Mi sono raffreddato, come ogni settembre, ma tutto si risolve presto. Basta qualcosa di caldo...

Merenda al Trinity College

Dovevo andare in palestra, ore 18.00 GTM 0. La modifica degli algoritmi ha superato i test Junit e posso tranquillamente spostarmi nell'edificio vicino all'Oreilly, ergo la Gym. Mi ricordo che stamattina ho messo nel frigo un sacchetto con del cibo avvolto nella carta stagnola. Un'amica mi ha portato questo ben di dio, dato che e' cibo italiano, ma esattamente non so cosa sia.

Apro la busta, la apro prima di andare in palestra. Ai miei occhi appare una focaccia, della mortadella, formaggio e prosciutto. Sapete cosa significa vedere queste cose alle sei del pomeriggio, dopo aver mangiato un solo yogurt (da mezzo kilo) a pranzo?

Risultato, io e Giangus ci scofaniamo praticamente tutto, accompagnati dall'amico Dondi e offriamo un pezzo di focaccia e mortazza al ricercatore irlandese del mio ufficio che ovviamente apprezza. La palestra salta, io sono pieno come una cozza ma pienamente soddisfatto...thanks Cri.

Sala giochi + samba + cinema + comply Giogio :-)

Domenica soleggiata, si poteva addirittura uscire in maglietta. Passeggiando a ridosso dello Spire notiamo una sala giochi: ci buttiamo dentro. Vi ricordate quei canestri che ci sono al Luna park dove in un minuto devi fare piu' canestri possibili? Bhe, io davanti a quei cosi ci ho passato l'intero pomeriggio. Stanco alle braccia, dopo aver tirato almeno 500 palloni, ci dirigiamo all'Australian Pub.

Ieri, 7 Settembre, era il giorno dell'Indipendenza del Brasile, ergo, nel pub australiano avevano organizzato una festa brasiliana. Con un paio di Foster gentilmente offerte dal pub, accompagnate da patatite fritte, attendiamo l'evento della serata: Samba, Live Samba. Non resistiamo e ci scoliamo almeno 4 caipirinha muovendo le gambe a ritmo latino.

Cambiando giornata arriviamo a lunedi, ossia oggi. Inanzitutto auguri a Giorg(igno), per gli amici GioG(ino), per il suo compleanno. Forse la tizia della mensa lo sapeva, e gentilmente mi ha fatto una porzione di lasagne megagalattica, sempre con patatine fritte allegate. Un'amica spagnola mi ha invitato al cinema e per la prima volta mi sono seduto su una poltrona, qui a Dublin, per vedere "Taken" in inglese: pensavo di non capirci nulla, ma per fortuna non e' stato cosi. Direi weekend e inizio settimana alternativo. Auguri Giorgino.

Back to & come to

Polish flat mates are back to Poland, Chinese new flat mate is coming. I know what we have lost but we don't know what we are gaining. In all likelihood polish flat mates have been the best flat mates I've ever had. So thanks to Anna and Barbara.

Something is changing over here. Something is ending as well. Something new is coming and as usual, we are still waiting for something else. Someone works until 8 o' clock, someone goes to the gym and someone else cooks stuffed peppers, yellows, greens and reds.

Something is still present, someone doubles with 11 versus a 10 and someone watches televisions. We don't have hot water, all the building has not hot water. We don't mind, looking forward to the future, waiting for something warm and gaining something hot and maybe obtaining holidays in somehow somewhere.

Question mark?

As i was going over, The Kork and Kerry mountains, I saw Captain Farrell And his money he was counting, I first produced my pistol, And then produced my rapier I said "Stand and deliver Or the devil he may take you".

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

I've been a wild rover for many's the year and I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never will play the wild rover no more.

Nuvole celtiche cariche di stanchezza

L'estate qui non e' mai passata. Sono un po' stanchino, almeno cosi dicono i miei flat-mates. Probabilmente hanno ragione. L'estate qui mi sa che' e' gia' volata vie con le nuvole celtiche, ultimamente cariche di acqua che viene giu' e passa anche fra l'ombrello nero, rotto del Trinity.

L'acqua pulisce, ma stanca, e io sono stanco. Vorrei andare in vacanza, ma devo concludere un paio di cosette. La vacanza qui non e' possibile farla, a meno che non si sia masochisti e ci si faccia un tour sotto la pioggia. Ho bisogno di una vacanza, ma sono talmente stanco che non riesco neanche a pensare dove andare.

Qualcosa di nuovo per fortuna c'e' sempre all'orizzonte, sembra essere qualcosa di piu' caldo del tempo celtico quassu'. Qualcosa di latino che proviene da un po' piu' giu'. Staremo a vedere cosa succedera', quale sara' la prossima tappa non europea e come verra' raggiunta...

Pesce d'aprile o carota di ferragosto?

4 Brennans Sliced Pan White 800g Each €1.59 €6.36
2 Tesco Fun-Size Small Banana 7pk Each €1.62 €3.24
1 T. Organic Apples Pack Each €3.29 €3.29
1 Tesco Mixed Peppers 3 Pack Each €1.99 €1.99
1 Loose Carrots Class 1 Each € €0.13
2 Tesco Value Baby Potatoes 1kg Each €0.99 €1.98
2 Tesco Round Lettuce Each Each €0.75 €1.50
2 Tesco Minced Beef 500g Each €3.74 €7.48
4 Tesco Value Chicken Legs 908g Each €2.99 €11.96
10 Tesco Italian Grated Parmesan Cheese 50g Each €1.50 €15.00
1 Tesco Fresh Eggs Medium 18pk Each €3.93 €3.93
6 Muller Crunch Corner Vanilla Choc Balls 150g Each €0.86 €5.16
1 Tesco Fusilli Pasta Twists 3kg Each €4.35 €4.35
12 Tesco Value Chopped Tomatoes 400g Each €0.35 €4.20
4 Tesco Value Sweetcorn 325g Each €0.25 €1.00
8 Big Al's 4 Beef Burgers Each €2.90 €23.20
1 Coca Cola Regular 2 Ltr Btl Each €1.99 €1.99
20 Tesco Value Still Water 2ltr Each €0.27 €5.40
8 Koppaberg Cider Mixed Fruit Can 500ml Each €2.60 €20.80
2 Smithwicks Cans 6 X 500ml Each €11.69 €23.38
1 Guinness Stout Bottles 6 X 250ml Each €6.39 €6.39
3 Tesco Value Toilet Tissue 12 Roll 2400 Sht Each €2.30 €6.90
2 Tesco Kitchen Towel White 4 Roll Each €2.90 €5.80

Una carota? Bah...vedremo il delivery...

Samba celtica

Mas que nada
'Mahsh kay nahdah'
Sai da minha frente eu quero passar
'Sigh dah minya frenche cue kay roo pahsah-hah'
Pois o samba est animado
'Poyss oo sahm-bah eshta-ani mah-doo'
O que eu quero sambar
'Oo cue kay-roo ay sam-bar'
Este samba que misto de maracatu
'Eshte sahmbah kay mishto dje marah cah too'
samba de preto velho
'E sambah dje prehtoo vay-oo'
Samba de preto tu
'Sambah dje prehtoo doo'

waiting for Rio and Sao Paolo...

A velvet day on a Bank Holiday day

Yes, Yes, I know, it sounds strange.
It's been long it's been long time, this blog need something more, my life need something more right now.
And yes Yes, I know
I still feel strong much stronger
Into the half light just 1 fourth, lights are over
Another velvet morning for me, yeah also a afternoon, a velvet afteroon at TCD

Time goes by, without turning back
Stands still always
As you take as i take
Your last pill my usual cup of chocolate with hot water
Into the half light into the whole light, switched on in a velvet office
Another velvet morning for me also a bank holiday day over here, in the land of celtic

And now I'm trying to tell you and to me
About my life and this strange codes on my screen
And my tongue is twisted on a chocolate cup
And more dead than alive and more alive than dead
And my feelings, much stronger now,
They've always been betrayed and me as well,
And I was born a little damaged man, just for a joke as I am lucky
And look what they made, paying attention

I said, don't you find, usually,
That it's lonely, just lonely,
The corridor, at Musich Hall, Apt. 20, with just 1 light left, a velvet light
You walk there alone, under a velvet light
And life is a game, a game in a maze
You've tried to stand
And life is a game a game in a maze
You're tired, just a bit.

Yes, I know
I'm coming down, also with a one floor flat
Your beauty is, a velvet transparent beauty
A colour surround that shine
Into the half light, maybe the last light in the corridor
Another velvet morning for me and an afternoon as well.

Should I buy a velvet black curtain and fix it on the wall?

Nothing to say

Nothing to say from the land of Guinness. Nothing to say, especially if you have nothing to say. The life goes by, quite, as the clouds up to Dublin. Nothing to say during these days, nothing special to say unfortunately.

Time goes by, so slowly, in a bored month, up here. Could I enjoy myself coding as a nerd, just coding as a nerd? I don't think so and my mind thinks quickly to fix this problem. Actually there's nothing to say until something better will happen. Something is missing, don't know what, but it is missing. Nothing to say when you are pushing black buttons, with a window opened, dark outside, pretty blur inside, with a couple of chocolate biscuits on the table, the small one when we cannot eat in more then 4. Looking forward to something to say.