L'Antennista

Anche in Sicilia si aprono le birre in modo strano... sulla pagine della Beer Opening Competition è stato inserito il nuovo filmato "l'antennista".

Grazie a Rocco e a Salvo

Svelato il segreto del bilinguismo - fotografato "l'interruttore" che lo attiva

E' un meccanismo nel cervello che permette di selezionare correttamente la lingua scelta Lo hanno scoperto i ricercatori del San Raffaele usando il libro "Il piccolo principe".

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Thx to Tobia

Bolzano: German or Italian? Yes.

Surely you've heard some version of the Heaven and Hell joke. In Heaven the Italians are either the cooks, lovers or entertainers, and the Germans are mechanics or organizers. Conversely, in Hell the Germans are entertainers or the police, and the Italians organize things. In real life, when you mix Latin and Germanic you get Bolzano, the meticulously preserved town wedged in the uppermost thigh of the boot of Italy between the Italian Dolomites and the Austrian Tyrol. Bolzano and the surrounding region known as the Alto Aldige or Südtirol are indeed Italy, but the first language is German. Yet Bozen (the city's German name) doesn't fit squarely in either camp. It's a place where you can dine on pasta and, if so inclined, shop for those designer wraparound sunglasses as large as windshields. And the buses actually run on time. The lush mountain landscapes, dotted with medieval castles, wooden chalets and onion-domed churches, are right out of "The Sound of Music." Bolzano is built on medieval Alpine architecture with, seemingly, an Austrian-style beer pub around every corner. On the other hand, there are signs of fusion most everywhere. In Bolzano, Viennese tarts and Austrian rye bread are sold next to Italian olive oils, pasta and cheeses on streets named after Dante and Goethe. Speck, the regional cured ham, is a cross between the sharper varieties of middle Europe and the mellower Italian prosciutto. The steep hills that spread out from Bolzano produce wines from Gewürztraminer to Pinot grigio. On my family's first stumble into this region two years ago, I'd felt I'd lost my geographical bearings. Where, I'd wondered, were we? We'd eaten spaghetti for lunch, bratwurst and sauerkraut for dinner, and strudel and tiramisu for dessert. We'd gotten lost trying to figure out the bilingual road signs. At our hotel, the German-speaking maids couldn't wait to get into our room in the morning to scrub up and pound the bedcovers. When I spoke my rudimentary Italian in public, I had the odd feeling that the old-timers in lederhosen were eyeing me suspiciously.

By Robert V. Camuto
Abstract from The Washington Post of April 9, 2006

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The Bologna Family

A perfect bday present for our friend Claudia - happy bday Claudia- and a great memory for all of us.

Quote

Try to learn something about everything and everything about something."

- Thomas Henry Huxley (1825-1895)