#politecnico milano

[marcogiovenale]

pod al popolo, #023: lettura di mg all'incontro "scritture complesse", parma, abbazia di valserena, 16 dic. 2023

Qui la registrazione audio completa (senza microfono) del reading/intervento in occasione dell’incontro Scritture complesse, a Parma, Abbazia di Valserena, 16 dicembre 2023. I testi letti sono tratti da La casa esposta (2007), Quasi tutti (2010, 2018), La gente non sa cosa si perde (2021), Statue linee (2022) . Oggi su Pod al popolo. Il podcast irregolare, ennesimo fail again fail better…

[storiearcheostorie]

RICERCA / Leonardo da Vinci, uno studio del Politecnico di Milano svela le cause delle macchie nere presenti sul "passepartout" del Codice Atlantico 

#RICERCA / #LeonardodaVinci, uno #studio del #PoliMi Politecnico di #Milano svela le cause delle macchie nere presenti sul "passepartout" del #CodiceAtlantico  La scoperta pubblicata su #ScientificReports Articolo completo su @StorieArcheo @Polimi

Il Codice Atlantico, si sa, è una delle raccolte più estese e affascinanti di disegni e scritti di Leonardo da Vinci. La sua conservazione è una grande sfida per studiosi e ricercatori. Ora un approfondito studio, pubblicato su Scientific Reports, è stato condotto dal Politecnico di Milano sul Foglio 843 del Codice, per comprendere le cause di alcune macchie nere apparse da qualche anno sul…

[martinluvrr]

FLATLINE | PAIGE BUECKERS

⋅˚₊‧ paige x fem!gf!reader

⋅˚₊‧ summary: y/n and paige experience what it means to be in a long distance relationship, but with the distance between them, can they overcome it?

⋅˚₊‧ warning : secret relationship, angst (kinda) ,long distance.

⋅˚₊‧ duayaps: first post🥳🥳🥳.

⋅˚₊‧ inspired by flatline by justin bieber.

⋅˚₊‧ nav ||

"I'LL MISS YOU" paige muttered against her neck.

"it'll go by before you know it" y/n said pulling away from the hug. When college applications started being filled, she took a big risk and applied for Politecnico di Milano, a fashion uni in Milan, Italy. She had already said goodbye to her parents, thinking that was the hardest goodbye she could imagine, but the tears in her eyes from saying goodbye to her girlfriend right now, told her she lied to herself a while ago.

Paige and y/n had always had a rocky side of their relationship, for one, it was a secret waiting to bomb the world, two, they always knew that long distance was going to be a thing for them. With Paige going to Uconn and Yn going to PDM, 'it was already doomed' said by most people. But overcoming the rocky side of their relationship, there was the fairytale side. The one where they in love, where they supported each other in everything, where they took each others first kisses, first everything. They were each other's lifelines in a way, they didn't go a day without speaking to each other.

They both hoped that these future 4 years, weren’t going to change their feelings of each other.

✩

Lately you've been busy, wondering if you miss me

Why did you go against me? I just wanna know

How come you act so different? Talk to me, I'll listen

All the love I'm giving, don't act like you don't know

“…leave a message after the tone” y/n sighed as she hung up the phone. It was 7am and her alarm had just gone off, Paige was most likely asleep. It’s 1am at Storrs.

If you put the time difference aside, they were doing well. Both of them spent at least 2 hours everyday on the phone and haven’t had an any problems yet.

But it’s only been 5 months. 7 months and 3 years to go.

Y/n was glad Paige settled in great, she got along with her teammates and had a great support system there. Paige became a media star, with that came many fans. While y/n wasn’t the jealous type, these fans were wild.

She opened her instagram app, and slowly started to scroll through stories. When she stopped, went stiff. “Oh” she muttered, her girlfriend’s teammate, Aaliyah, had posted a story with the Uconn women’s basketball team having fun ,at what she would guess, a bar. Paige is in the background , a girl sitting next to her, whiles shes on the phone. Y/n quickly checked when the story was posted,10minutes ago.

‘Okay so she could’ve just posted this when she came home’ y/n quickly assured herself. Paige wouldn’t just ignore her calls, especially on a night out, right?

As those thoughts filled her head, a notification sound came from her phone.

pb 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

gm baby. can’t talk, tired, going to bed.

y/n didn’t think anything, she couldn’t. She just typed ‘sweet dreams💗’ and hit send.

no i love you, no ily, not even an emoji.

‘Stop, don’t overthink this ,shes just tired’ she told herself. She shut her phone off and got out of bed, leaving her thoughts about P in her comfy bed.

:

It had been a month since the bar incident, and everything seemed normal, until a week ago.

Y/n just got out of work, a small intern job to help her graduate early. It was 6pm in Milan, and 12 in Storrs.On her way home, y/n called P.

The phone rang, 1,2,3 times before she hung up. Tried a gain, 1,2,3. User is busy.Paige had hung up on her, she didn’t think much of it. ‘She’s probs busy’.

That was 6 days ago.

While they exchange texts, no calls were made this week. Paige was busy, like really busy, But not busy ‘not go out with her friends for the 3rd time this week’ busy. Y/n got it, freshman year, new teammates, she had to have fun. She also knew that their relationship was on the down low. Even though she assured Paige that it was okay to tell her teammates, P reluctantly agreed. ‘I don’t know, i’ll see’ She muttered to y/n, 2 weeks ago on their normal facetime call.

Y/n didn’t want to think much of it, she didn’t want her overthinking to brew a fight. The last 2 years she was back home, her and paige had never gone a day without speaking to each other, but so what it stopped now?, it was common sometimes to not call. So she let it be, but Paiges text became more and more rare,more dry and definitely more weird.

But y/n knew, paige was just busy.

✩

Girl you always catch me at the bad time (Bad time)
When I know you probably think it's a lie (A lie)
I know I told you last time was the last time (Last time)
How could you pull the plug and leave me flatline?

On the other end of the phone. Y/n hit the red button, and ended the call. She hit her head on the wall behind her in frustration, thankful that the call wasn’t on facetime and Paige could see her sad face.

Y/n had called in sick at work so she could watch Paiges game in peace, her boss gave her an earful, because it was one of the more busier seasons in the fashion world, but she let her be ‘sick in bed’. She was proud of Paige, and was the happiest for her.

But the mood drifted when she heard the voice tell her they need her. ‘I need her too’ Y/n thought. This was the first time in a month that Y/n heard Paiges voice. Her heart clenched when she heard her sound weird, it sounded like she was frustrated. Frustrated with who though, with y/n?.

As time went quick, it felt like Paiges texts were more rare, and even more dry. And Y/n didn’t know if Paige was aware of the way she was acting, she also didn’t know if she should say anything, Paige was a freshman in college having fun, alone,without Y/n next to her.

If Y/n were to say anything, she didn’t want to seem like the bitchy jealous girlfriend that only wanted Paige to spend time with her, she just wanted Paige to spend some time with her.

It felt like their relationship was a bomb, and their time was running out quickly.

How could you pull the plug and leave me flatline? (Flatline)
Cause when I hit you, you don't even reply (Reply)
How could you pull the plug and leave me flatline?

✩

Not breathing, what is it I'm not seeing
Said she's leaving, damn I can't believe it
It's like my heart's bleeding knowing that you don't need me
Shut my heart down, now I don't know what Imma do now

“… i just need some space y/n” Paige said with frustration, a sigh coming after. Y/n’s heart dropped.

It all started an hour and a half ago.

Paige went out with her teammates after a late night practice, forgetting that y/n was waiting on her phone call that she promised she would do after practice.

After she came home, she was bombarded with messages from Y/n. 8 to be exact.

y/n💍

hey did you finish practice?

- 8:15PM

you ready?

- 8:18PM

paige?

- 8:20PM

paigeeeeeeee???

- 8:30PM

pbabyyyy

- 8:35PM

pls tell me u didn’t forget

- 8:45PM

paige are you fucking kidding me

- 9:45PM

it’s our anniversary

- 9:45PM

call me when you get home and make sure you’re not busy

- 9:50PM

And when she called, the yelling happened. It was the first fight they’ve had in a while. While Y/n finally exploded demanding to know what’s happening with her, Paige only had one thing to say.

“I think we should take a break”

“What?” Y/n whispered after a long pause.

“i’m not ready to be in a relationship Y/n/n, i’m still questioning what i want, and i don’t know if its you yet.” Paige said. “I’m sorry, i just need some space Y/n”

Y/n heart dropped, she didn’t know what to say or think. While Y/n knew that not everything lasted, Paige was a sure thing. Paige was her lifeline. What was she going to do?.

Y/n gulped and said the only thing she knew she could say “It’s okay”.

‘It’s okay?’ Paige was taken back. Had Y/n want to breakup before?, and then Paige shockingly felt hurt in her chest, her stomach slightly dropped. Why was she feeling like this? why isn’t she feeling relief?. This has been on Paiges mind for the past 3 months, wasn’t this the solution?

“Go be a superstar but don’t expect me to wait for you while you figure out what you want to do” Y/n said, her voice sweet. Not even a slight tone of bitterness.

Y/n still wasn’t able to move from her spot on the kitchen counter. Tears were streaming down her face, and before a sob sound could come, she hung up the phone. All Y/n knew was Paige, but know she didn’t even know that.

She had literally left her clueless, without her lifeline. now flatline.

✩

- 5 MONTHS LATER -

Paige stood there, watching from her afar.

“That’s her?” a croatian accent asked. She felt Nika sit beside her. “Yeah” Paige answered still in awe of her.

“She’s really pretty” Nika said. Paige nodded agreeing with her. She was wearing a flowy white short summer dress with cowboy boots.

It was Drews birthday today, and as the team had some off time, Drew invited them to his barbecue party. And the weekend before his birthday, he ran into Y/n. Of course the boy was oblivious to the breakup and while he asked still asked Paige for Y/n, she didn’t have the heart to tell him that they broke up.

So when Drew begged Y/n to come to his birthday party, Y/n didn’t know what else to say but yes. He could literally get whatever he wanted out of everyone.

At first, Y/n debated if she should just call Paiges stepmom and cancel, or she should just go and pray that Paige couldn’t make it.

Well, Paige had come. And so did the rest of the huskies. When Y/n saw them, she sighed. Although she was friends with Azzi, she didn’t know the rest of them, but by the look on their faces when she came in, she knew that Paige had told them her history.

Azzi, being the sweetheart she is, excitedly came running to Y/n and hugging her tight. The whole party they caught up with each other, with Azzi telling her about Uconn and Y/n telling her about studying abroad. For the past 30 minutes they’ve been talking, not once have either of them mentioned Paige.

Y/n turned, meeting Paiges eyes. The two of them made eye contact with each other again. Y/n then heard Azzi laughed, when she snapped her head to look at her friend. She saw a small teasing smile on her face. “Don’t even start” Y/n said, glaring at her. She got up and made her way to the other side of the backyard, where there was no Paige in sight.

“Y/n/n” she heard a child scream. Drew was suddenly hugging her legs. “Hi Drewsky” she laughed, beginning to tickle him. She felt the boy starting to laugh, and start to kick her hands away, while Paige and her were together, Drew became a big part in their relationship. Paiges parents often made Paige babysit Drew, and Y/n just tagged along. Through that time, Drew and Y/n became close, Y/n considered him as a baby brother. She would miss him.

“Paigeyy help me” Drew screamed laughing. Y/n became stiff, the hair behind her neck stood. She could feel her ex behind her as she let the little boy go and stand up.

Paige and Y/n stared at one another. Paige was thankful her teammates weren’t around right now, they would be on her ass all day after this.

“Hi” Y/n whispered, looking away from her and to the ground.

“Hey” Paige said back. “How’ve you been-“

“Paige please no small talk, what do you want?” Y/n cut her off. This was already awkward enough, no need to make it even more.

“Uh” Paige stuttered, a sigh coming after. “I missed you” Paige admitted. Y/n’s blood boiled, now she missed me?

Paige could sense Y/n anger, she placed a hand on Y/n elbow, tugging her from leaving. “Please just wait” Paige pleaded “I’m sorry, i just didn’t know what to do i kept having all of this kind of feelings and i know i was busy but i swear just one more chance-“

“Paige” y/n cut her off

“- and i’ll promise i’ll try harder-“ paige continued

“-stop-“ she tried to stop her

“please just give me one more chance”

“-okay” she agreed. Paiges eyes went wide, she didn’t think she would get her to agree that easy.

“I only needed you to apologize P, i only want you to make some time for me thats all. And if were really trying this again you have to be sure you want this because i don’t know if i can handle loosing you again” She said still looking at the ground.

Paiges heart dropped hearing her voice break. Although she knew how Y/n felt, Paige had been nothing but moody,grumpy and miserable these past few months. Seeing Y/n today, brought her hope that she had a second shot with her.

Y/n slowly picked up her head, and looked up at Paige. Paige was jaw dropping hot, and she knew that, her head couldn’t get any bigger by her ego.

Paige reached a hand towards her waist, pulling Y/n towards her. When she did, she slowly dropped a sweet kiss on her girlfriends lips, when she pulled away, her forehead dropped to Y/n’s.

She felt like she could finally breathe, her chest no longer hurt. She had her lifeline back.

✩

[clo-rofilla]

Oggi ultimo sushi amici, da domani dico addio più o meno a tutte le cose buone da mangiare per 6 lunghe settimane. Ma sono motivata (forse). Moderatamente motivata. È che il London mule l'estate credo sia illegale proibirlo. E anche l'iced coffee. E la mozzarella di bufala. E..... Basta. Non facciamoci del male, ok? Che dal liceo io non sono mai stata per più di un giorno o due senza caffeina (e se è per questo è da quando sono stata all'incirca SVEZZATA che non sono mai stata senza lattosio e zucchero e glutine) e sono pressappoco terrorizzata.

On a different note: mia sorella tra pochi giorni sale in visita e io sono la sorella più felice del mondo, non vedo l'ora di averla qui e di passare del tempo insieme e di sapere cosa le passa per la testa ora che è a cavallo tra la triennale e la specialistica. Quanto vorrei che venisse a studiare a Milano, dio fa che non sia una sorella invadente oltre livelli accettabili perché temo che lo sarò. Già mi sento: "te l'ho già detto che il Politecnico è il migliore ateneo in Italia per ingegneria informaticahhhh????" Sono pessima, pessima, pessima. Vorrei tanto le persone a cui voglio bene vicine. Vorrei qui lei, Sara, Imma, e tutti gli altri... Mi manca poter dire "perché invece di una chat infinita non usciamo a berci una cosa e ne parliamo a voce?" dopo una tediosa giornata di lavoro. Sarebbe bellissimo. È forse l'unica cosa che mi manca davvero nella mia vita attuale. Le mie amicizie vicine, senza treni, aerei, ore di macchina.

A proposito di macchina, anche se non c'entra nulla: io lo so che è pericoloso e tutte queste menate e quando lo faccio Matteo si arrabbia sempre, ma che GODURIA INFINITA è stendere le gambe e mettere i piedi sul cruscotto??? Lo vogliamo dire a voce alta per favore?!?!? Ahhhhhhhhh! - goduria massima.

Va bene, adesso che ho enunciato tutto il resto sono pronta per l'ultimo bullet point. Oggi al suddetto sushi (vedasi bullet point #1) con nonchalance Matteo mi ha chiesto che misura era quell'anello che ho portato in negozio ad aggiustare (e che indosso all'anulare sinistro). "Perché?" "No così......"

CLAUDIA NON SALTARE A CONCLUSIONI AFFRETTATE PER DIO

Queste siamo io e Sara che NON saltiamo a conclusioni affrettate.

[ilcontephotography]

Dopo la primissima presentazione di settembre, Brutalist Italy torna a Milano per un incontro al Politecnico venerdì prossimo, 15 marzo.

Presenterò il libro, realizzato con il collega Stefano Perego e pubblicato da FUEL, dopo un'introduzione di Matteo Ruta, docente del Politecnico.

Per partecipare è necessario compilare il form al link qui di seguito entro mercoledì 13 marzo: https://bit.ly/brutalistitalypolitecnico

La posizione esatta verrà comunicata tramite e-mail entro giovedì 14 marzo.

[omarfor-orchestra]

Ho fatto l'ultimo esame giovedì io mi chiedo come posso fare questa vita

Domani ricomincio le lezioni in università

[mybeingthere]

Andrea Branzi, architect and designer was born in 1938 in Florence where he graduated in 1966. He has been living and working in Milan since 1973. From 1964 to 1974 he was a member of the group Archizoom Associati, the first avant-garde group to be internationally recognized, whose projects are preserved at CSAC of Parma University; his graduation thesis and other projects are preserved at Centre Pompidou in Paris and at FRAC in Orleans. He was the editor of MODO magazine and co-founder and director of Domus Academy (Milan).

Branzi became a Full Professor and President of the Study Course in Interior Design at the Faculty of Design of the Politecnico di Milano. During his career, he has written several books and essays including Learning from Milan, The Hot House and Introduction to Italian Design. Branzi has collaborated with many Italian architecture magazines, such as Interni, Domus, Casabella, and MODO. In 1994 he received the ADI Compasso d’Oro Career Award.

https://www.designboom.com/.../exhibition-review-andrea.../

[materialsscienceandengineering]

New study explores amino acid that turns into gel in water

Hydrogels, ubiquitous materials in our daily lives, are the focus of scientific research published in Chemistry—A European Journal. Conducted by the SupraBioNanoLab at the Department of Chemistry, Materials and Chemical Engineering Giulio Natta at Politecnico di Milano, the work demonstrated how the combination of supramolecular chemistry and crystallography can be used to design hydrogels with specific characteristics. The study focused on the use of an amino acid called Fmoc-pentafluoro-phenylalanine, which effectively turns into a gel in water. The researchers examined the behavior of this molecule in the presence of other substances, including bioactive molecules such as vitamin B3, which establish strong attractive interactions with its reactive groups. Experimental results have shown that the interactions between the amino acid and partner molecules are identical both in the formation of a crystalline complex in the solid state and in the creation of a gel in an aqueous solvent.

Read more.

[sara-smind]

📍Politecnico di Milano

[telecalyfornia]

Di questi tempi mi crogiolo nel disappunto, freezata davanti a un set di finali multipli che si dissolvono davanti a me. L'altra sera ho speso qualche ora a ricostruire l'albero genealogico di un mio vecchio compagno di corso, figlio e nipote d'arte, per scoprire che il padre del nonno non solo fu medico della Scala, ma che ebbe in cura il nostro beneamato dux (prima che diventasse un birbante, clearly), e che il nonno del nonno fu noto ingegnere meneghino, oltre che uno dei primi studenti del Politecnico di Milano nel lontano 1866.

"It's all about practice, man", diceva B. Vardi, approdato nella city con ottocentoventi tic dopo due anni di leva nelle IDF.

"Why do they do that? They don't really know."

[mezzopieno-news]

ABITI CREATI CON LA POLVERE DI MARMO: L’INNOVAZIONE 100% ITALIANA

Trasformare la polvere di marmo in tessuto, una sfida tutta italiana che sta facendo scuola. Una Start Up italiana creata da due studentesse del Politecnico di Milano ha inventato un nuovo materiale per realizzare capi d’abbigliamento con filamenti nati dallo scarto della lavorazione del marmo. Il tessuto si chiama Marm\More ed è il primo realizzato con polvere di quella che è una delle pietre più dure esistenti e simbolo dell’Italia nel mondo. Un materiale morbido e leggero con alte performance tecniche e caratteristiche estetiche molto originali e finora inesplorate. Fili Pari è diventata una linea di moda al 100% Made in Italy che trasforma gli scarti in opportunità rigenerando i sottoprodotti dell’industria della pietra e promuovendo una filiera corta e sostenibile che fa bene all’ambiente, all’economia e persino ai vegani, essendo interamente inorganica.

Impermeabile, traspirante e antivento, Marm\More utilizza materiali privi di fluoro per la salvaguardia delle persone e dell’ambiente ed una nuova tecnologia tessile che prevede la tintura su filato a basso impatto idrico che utilizza pigmenti naturali di origine minerale. “I comuni metodi di tintura utilizzano 150 litri per tingere 1 kg di filo mentre questo tessuto punta ad utilizzare tra 1 e 20 litri per ogni kg di filo” spiegano le fondatrici. La startup è diventata Società Benefit nel 2021, ufficializzando il percorso volto alla sostenibilità sociale, ambientale ed etica iniziato nel 2020. Fili Pari coordina tutta la filiera produttiva, ogni materia prima ha origine in un raggio di 120 km nel Nord Italia.

___________________

Fonte: Fili Pari

Volonwrite per Mezzopieno

VERIFICATO ALLA FONTE | Guarda il protocollo di Fact checking delle notizie di Mezzopieno

BUONE NOTIZIE CAMBIANO IL MONDO | Firma la petizione per avere più informazione positiva in giornali e telegiornali

Se trovi utile il nostro lavoro e credi nel principio del giornalismo costruttivo non-profit | sostieni Mezzopieno

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Attrice, modella e femminista radicale italiana, Benedetta Barzini nasce il 22 settembre 1943. Prima modella italiana a comparire sulla copertina di Vogue nel 1965, fu habitué della Factory di Andy Warhol e dell’underground newyorkese, posando per Richard Avedon, Irving Penn, Franco Rubartelli e Gian Paolo Barbieri, come in questo scatto iconico in mostra a Palazzo Grassi.

Impegnata in politica presso l’Unione delle donne d’Italia, Benedetta Barzini si interrogò sulla reificazione delle donne nel mondo della moda e insegnò antropologia della moda al Politecnico di Milano, alla Nuova Accademia di Belle Arti di Milano e all’Istituto di Arte Applicata e Design di Torino.

Benedetta Barzini, with a Valentino and Coppola e Toppo Jewelry, © Gian Paolo Barbieri, Vogue US 1969

[fashionbooksmilano]

Adele Prosdocimi - Se vuoi incedere nell'infinito cammina nel finito da ogni parte

Colpo di fulmine edizioni, Verona 2007, 64 pagine, 15x21cm

fotografie di Mici Toniolo,Giovanni Ricci, Annalisa Guidetti, Nicolò Lombardi, Giovanbattista Sannazzaro

euro 20,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

mostra di Adele Prosdocimi ad ASSAB ONE, Milano 2007

Il progetto di questo libro è di Antonella Commellato e Adele Prosdocimi

Adele Prosdocimi è nata a Milano nel 1954, dove vive e lavora.

Da anni si dedica esclusivamente alla pittura e alla scultura.

Diplomata in Architettura al Politecnico di Milano, ha lavorato a San Francisco e a New York come grafica presso il Rolling Stone’s Magazine e successivamente come designer per l’azienda di ceramiche Country Floor. Rientrata in Italia, ha lavorato a Roma da Roberto Capucci, occupandosi del disegno tessile per le sue licenze in Giappone.

Oggetto dei suoi dipinti sono particolari di pizzi o ricami. Le forme in essi contenuti paiono rosoni gotici o particolari di tarsie orientali. Disegni fatti di luce, intrisi di una dimensione mnemonica.

30/04/24

[songliili]

Three things you think Alex and Henry are into! TELL ME YOUR HEADCANONS ABOUT LEO.

OKAY OKAY OKAY

1 - praise kink (obviously, but like for both of them not only for alex. like sure, alex needs it cause he doesn't think he's good enough, but also henry needs it because he needs to remember that he's not selfish for wanting to be with alex)

2 - dressing up (i'm thinking maid costumes, sexy nurse, all that stuff)

3 - vanilla sex (I KNOW I KNOW but they're two romantic fucks, they need that sweet slow making love between all that semi public sex and ropes and shit)

NOW ABOUT LEO.

my man is Italian. none of that italo-american bullshit. man was born and raised in a small town in the north of italy, from a mother from the deep shout and a father from the cold north. super bright kid, went to politecnico di milano for uni and graduated in three years with 110 cum laude AND academic kiss (which means top of the marks) and found a job immediately, but wasn't happy. tried to start his company but couldn't get fundings, he could get them in the usa but he didn't want to leave, talked to his parents and they encouraged him to go (not without crying ofc) so he gave his resignation letter and moved across the ocean. made a fortune cause he's a fucking genius, got married right as he peaked, but burned out pretty fast. got divorced (amicable, wife suggested him to start delegating and meditating, he did). started traveling around the world (visiting italy and his grandparents every year during summer or christmas). met ellen, fell in love, met alex and june and realised that alex was very much not okay with the divorce so he tried his best to make sure that alex understood that he wasn't trying to take oscar's place but simply wanted to help and support him. always drove him to practice, listened him when he needed to prepare presentations/speeches and asked questions that would be hard but not so hard that alex would fall in a research spiral if he didn't know the answer. made sure that he ate and drank water when june moved out for college using the excuse of teaching him true italian cuisine and thus bonded with him.

i could go on forever but maybe i should stop lmao

[libero-de-mente]

Ho due figli. Qui sui social spesso li definisco "figlio 1" e "figlio 2". La numerazione non ha nulla a che fare con preferenze, altezze oppure ordine alfabetico ma è semplicemente cronologia. Hanno 22 mesi di differenza, se preferite un anno e dieci mesi. Classi di nascita A.D. 2003 e 2005.

Per loro è un'età febbrile questa, il passaggio dalle superiori al mondo dell'Università e del lavoro da provare sulla propria pelle, per capire e comprendere le dinamiche della vita.

Due ragazzi che cominciano a lasciare tracce anche nel quotidiano, in casa, con azioni e parole. Non più bimbi e poi adolescenti impegnati nello studio, alla televisione, ai videogiochi e agli amici a cui preparare tutto in casa. Ma individui che cominciano a palesare le loro personalità, le loro peculiarità che fanno capire gli adulti che saranno.

Così le influenze del Politecnico di Milano e dell'Università degli Studi di Milano si diffondo in casa. Ovunque.

Per esempio. Abbiamo in casa un flacone con erogatore, da una vita, dove l'ammoniaca e l'acqua vengono miscelate per le pulizie quotidiane. La MIA scritta con pennarello sul flacone "Acqua e Ammoniaca" è stata cancellata. Ora si legge H₂O + NH3. Stessa cosa a casa di mia madre, la quale mi chiama preoccupata: - Rino non trovo più l'acqua e ammoniaca! - Mamma è nel tuo bagno, come sempre nel suo contenitore. - No, c'è né uno con scritto che ho tre acca. - Che vuoi dire? - Rino, c'è scritto "ho n'accatre" - Ma è passato Gabriele? (figlio 2) - Sì - Niente mamma, tranquilla, dopo passo io e sistemo tutto

Sul quadro del bevitore di vino appeso nel garage, che io attribuivo a Teomondo Scrofalo dai tempi della trasmissione Drive In, ho trovato un'etichetta ben fatta con scritto: "Il Bevitore - De Curtis Giuseppe (Olio su tela fine '800 circa). Mi è crollato un mito.

Le discussioni a tavola mentre si cena, si parla anche di social. - Pa' ho visto che su Tik Tok non hai pubblicato video... - Si, faccio parte della resistenza - Che vuoi dire? - Che non ho stimoli per fare un video sciocco - Guarda che puoi anche pubblicare qualcosa di intelligente, eh?! - La mia intelligenza è ancora incartata, non l'ho ancora aperta

Se ruttano lo fanno declinando l'alfabeto greco, se emettono peti lo fanno in alfabeto morse e a me queste cose fanno venire l'orticaria in codice Braille. Ragazzacci.

Studiano. Sono caparbi. Da questo punto di vista un po' li invidio, ma poco. Per il resto li ammiro, tanto.

Lavorano. Si guadagnano soldi per essere un po' autonomi. Notano già le ingiustizie nei posti di lavoro. Anche il quoziente intellettivo di colleghi che potrebbero essere loro padri, come età, che litigano e si fanno ripicche creando danni alle aziende per cui lavorano. Mi sembra di essere al tavolo con due sindacalisti a volte.

Sembra fatta, penserete, sono lanciati verso il loro futuro quasi autonomi, no... credo di avere ancora molto lavoro come padre.

Per esempio voglio insegnare loro a essere critici in maniera costruttiva, non distruttiva. Che a volte ci vuole un po' di leggerezza nella vita, il che non è sinonimo insensatezza. Ma bisogna saper essere anche responsabili, il che non vuol dire di essere per forza duri.

Quando li saluto, prima che escano di casa, gli dico sempre: "Stai attento, fai il bravo". C'è dentro tutto in quelle parole: impegno, attenzione, rispetto, prudenza e correttezza. Spero mi ascoltino.

Io che non ascoltavo mai nessuno, perché nessuno mi diceva qualcosa. A parte un "fa' mia öl loc", detto da mio padre sempre stanco, che era un aut aut a non essere sciocco. Che poi, riflettendoci oggi e da padre, anche quella frase in bergamasco conteneva un mondo.

Un mondo che forse mi manca, ma che cerco di evitare di non farmi investire. Altrimenti per via dei rimpianti per me sarebbe finita.