Lorenzo & his humble friends

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool

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Today is the day Google Reader, a brilliant aggregator of content served by web feeds, will shut down. In March Google announced plans to shut down the RSS reader, claiming that the company wanted to focus on fewer products. This was an unexpected move. Google Reader was used by few yet devoted followers who were an elite of the web, used to cultivate their feeds and to organize contents professionally rather than merely surfing randomly on the most common websites. I am, of course, part of this elite.

I will now have to migrate my contents on an alternative feed-reading service. I have provisionally chosen Digg Reader. Among the feeds I am transferring to this new platform there is an interesting mix of blogs in English and Italian, professional and informal  kept by friends. My top feeds on Google Reader were those of: The Big Picture, Nomfup, Charlemagne, NYT op-edsThe Climate Diaries,  and (in Italian) Distanti Saluti, Claudio Giunta, Estremo Occidente, manteblog, personalitaconfusa, Francesco Palermo, Francesco Costa, Squonk, Questoblog, pontidivista,Verso un mondo nuovo, Opinioni di un clown, Sbarcati.

Underwear

The President of Iceland, Mr. Ólafur Ragnar Grímsson, often speaks of the special nature of the Icelandic people. In his mind, the most treasured commodity among Icelanders is their “Viking” spirit—their passion and enthusiasm for conquering new ground and reaping the benefits of their adventurous and courageous natures. This is obviously a load of nonsense and has absolutely nothing to do with FM Belfast, who just just to be your friend.

It took this outstanding icelandic band to change me like the weather over the weekend. I was moody and listless on Saturday morning, when I left for Dusseldorf. I went with Matic, Vaida and Asgård who kindly invited me to listen to their colleague Egill, one of the frontmen of FM Belfast who was about to play at the Open Source Festival. Egill is indeed a very nice guy and a one-man-show, who you can see portrayed in some of the pictures below.

We stayed for the whole festival, which lasted for about 12 hours. We even made new friends playing table football. FM Belfast’ concert was an energizer. The band is astonishing when performing live. Their secret is not being Vikings. As they write on their biography, they do not pillage and plunder. Instead, they give, and they care. With simple, delicately crafted melodies, unpredictable beats and humorous lyrics, including the one that follows.

 

We drove back to Brussels after a very long night and we were back on Sunday leaving one man behind. I am staying here until Thursday and then I will be off to Germany for a long weekend before flying back to Italy. While counting the days, I won’t necessarily have to run down the street in my underwear. But I might, if I am to listen carefully to FM Belfast’s Icelandic wisdom.

Late morning update: Asgård noticed that both Egill and us made it to the headlines.