M ax G allina. en

And after over a month of development, the WordPress team has released another major update to the platform's most beloved blogger, or at least from me.

We are therefore in WordPress 2.6 !

There are many new features:

• review system of post
• support for gears;
• preview of the themes;
• Posted by Bookmarlet;
• correction of 194 bugs;
• more ...

I refer you to the website of the good old (not so eh) David for a detailed explanation of the changes introduced (with a lot of screens).

I have already updated without problems, only a plugin that does the tantrums, but other than that no hitch!

And you? What are you waiting?

Many know of my faith Inter and many others will know the outcome, alas not too favorable (for me at least), the last Milan derby Milan - Inter ended with the victory by 2 to 1 for the Rossoneri.

I was at the stadium and I must say it was a 'beautiful emotion, regardless of the outcome ...

The thing that I liked best were the choreography are the two fans that I can not help but make available to all ... very scenic and very nice! Very beautiful the teasing on the one hand and the other ... this is the beauty of football!

On the other hand have not failed to reveal their dementia (senile not unfortunately) "my" fans, those Nerazzurri, during and after the game have flooded the first ring (AC Milan) of paper and especially of objects of all sorts. Luckily inconvenienced or other ... only a few insults and so much sorrow to see so much stupidity concentrated in such a small space!

To tell the truth of lunatics I had also next to ... but more moderate, their was only a cheering idiots that I was stressed out and stunned for most of the match (I do not speak to Inter, AC Milan because my friend, who sat at my side, he could strangle them would have done).

Well in short, a good game, shame about the result ... but it's something definitely worth it!

Forza Inter!

Ps: we hope to win this championship next Sunday at home against Siena ...

Finally ... after months of insistence against my colleague, I managed to convince him to take me with him to see a lot of her cousin who plays in women's volleyball A1!

The team in question is YamamaY of Busto Arsizio.

Tumultuous journey by train deleted and "diversion" from our side of a bus with a driver rather bizarre but friendly and helpful (we will have probably done it) let us off in the vicinity of this building seemingly unattainable (Palayamamay).

The match was really exciting despite the odds favored totally gave Despar Perugia, half the week before ages recovering from a major victory in the international (European champions). The final result was 3-2 to Perugia, but that effort!

Point by point ... all played in a few minutes the tie-break final 16-14 for the bad guys (I was rooting rightly YamamaY).

Admittedly, in the end it was right to be missed!
Let me explain: you can remove the last point, the decisive one, number 4? Oh no ... he was going to win ... removed ... lost! We had "faith" in YamamaY, really great "Faith"!

It does not matter, it was a good game, a nice evening and a good reason to give the coup de grace to my voice and my throat that were, unfortunately for me, already at the limit!

The return of the playoffs, saw a defeat clearer now ... alas YamamaY is just out of the game ... but at least I was there! If you do not believe ...

Thanks to me for having forced / convinced my colleague, and thank you girls for the lovely evening!

It is the meter, yes that's right, the subway. I'm talking about the Milan regarding my little life experience.

I go to work and get on tram 24 in via Ripamonti and I go to the subway, M3, the yellow line, as every day, never face the same, always people, at least in appearance different.

Whites, blacks, Asians, South Americans ... all over the world in one compartment of a common means of transport in a "carriage" of a meter. And I smile, I smile often, while with headphones in my ears listening to my iPod and some songs, mostly nostalgic, or corny, and start looking around at those around me.

All of running, rapid and hurried to return to their homes, such as pulse crowded at the door that opens like a race in which the starting blocks you try to finish first. For then the first thing I have not yet figured out, except in the case where the delay might affect my "take the train in time." But the thing that fascinates me about this world of a few square meters where the crowd rushes, it is calm.

Near bus stops, "strategic", people's true that it is "running", but when you travel, the silence is sovereign ... a silence broken only by the sound "physical" of the meter. But the song of the bottom of my iPod, which accompanies this silent spectacle is magnificent. See the faces of all, tired but relaxed, where they find their little moment of peace and tranquility because they can only wait and wait to arrive ... then they calm down and it's like they were in a kind of peace.

I enjoy, so I enjoy looking at them and I calm down, I smile and I feel happy for a moment, but especially rilassatissimo. It is the most beautiful part of my return trip the day after work. Do not worry then we think the train to take away the smile with its delays and so on ... But at least for a few minutes around the world in a room.

Retrieved from "Antichrist - Curse of Christianity" - Friedrich Nietzsche

"What is good? Anything that elevates the sense of power, the will to power, power itself in man.

What is bad? Everything stems from weakness.

What is happiness? Feel that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.

Not contentment, but more power, not peace over anything else but war, not virtue, but vigor (virtue in the Renaissance style, free from hypocrisy moral virtue)

The weak and the botched shall perish: this is the principle of our love for men. And to that end it should also be their help "

I think there is too much need of explanations for this "piece" ... but if you read it with the correct interpretation is a wonderful piece.

At this time I feel weak, and I hope will come soon the transition from death to rebirth in inner superman. I speak purely a mental lift.