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Ingredients: 500g flour

00, 3 + 1 egg yolk, 1 tablespoon granulated sugar, nr. ½ tablespoon of soft butter, a pinch of yeast, 1 packet Vanillin, the grated rind of one lemon and honey in abundance.

Mix all ingredients quickly, with the exception of honey, you will get a soft and elastic, if the dough is too wet and will need to add a little flour.

Making rolls maximum diameter of the little finger and cut into pieces the size of a maximum Cecil!

Fry in abundant oil seeds, place on paper towels to dry.

Put "tardiddi" in pans and sprinkle with the honey you have melted in a pan.

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The PISA ( Programme for International Student Assessment) survey is promoted by the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) with the ambition of evaluate the education system through the establishment knowledge and abilities olds attend school whether and to what extent young people leaving compulsory education have acquired some skills deemed essential to carry out a conscious and active role in society and to continue learning throughout life.

The survey, which is done every three years, determines the possession of knowledge and skills in the areas of reading, mathematics and sciences and some soft skills involved in analytical reasoning and learning.

The results of the OECD PISA-The Italian school system is still inadequate and insufficiently Italian students formats, in fact, the scores have always placed them well below the OECD average, in poorer countries. Inevitably, these results have raised many questions and many doubts about the quality of the Italian School, its purposes, the preparation of its teachers. Faced with what was perhaps necessary to open a constructive debate, open, non-ideological to identify weaknesses and problems of our national educational system, to seek solutions, innovative proposals, to deal with other situations, review priorities and targets, re-examine the route proposed rethink the training of trainers. And instead we have witnessed in these two years, the exploitation of these results used to cut hours and public school teachers, to limit the already limited funds, to reduce the full time to discredit and blame the teachers.

When the results came out last PISA survey (2009), which noted an improvement in the performance of Italian students recovered from 33rd to 29th place on the list, the Minister of Public Destruction wasted no time in thinking witty and detailed analysis, but, suddenly, he said proudly, taking credit for something that just does not belong: " In recent years has invested so much on the learning assessment and now we reward results. We grow in the areas most important climbing six positions in the European charts for the understanding of Italian, three for mathematics and one for science. They are exceptional results which show that the Italian school has improved and not worsened . In short, according to the Minister, if the students improve in the OECD rankings is a sign that the measures taken in the right direction. Too bad that the results are for 2009, less than a year after his appointment and before "his reform" you Knock down the School Italian humiliated and impoverished.

For those working in the school with passion, commitment and professionalism everyday, Minister's statements appear to be superficial, summary, demagogic and instrumental. Mrs. Gelmini should know that the boys trained in "his" school, participate in the OECD-PISA ten years. It should also have noticed, with justified concern that the results are heavily penalized by the Italian private schools, because, without their scores, students Italians move up the ladder to ten positions. Private schools Italian , therefore, are among the worst in the world. In fact, in most OECD countries, unlike Italy, students of private schools get higher scores on average than those of state and thus help to raise the overall average. Despite the evidence of these facts funding for private schools are increasing while public schools continue to decline. A paradox that the Minister should explain to us the Meritocracy.

remains to explain the mystery of the increased performance of Italian students. It may be simply that students are better prepared for their older brothers, who have acquired more skills, the school has given them greater ability to use knowledge learned. So, simply. But, without wishing to underestimate the evidence of our guys, to me is some doubt. In our school, in fact, students have always been assessed traditionally through oral questions, written reports, issues, open questions. Question on which Dante did not start with the terrifying request: "do the paraphrase of the verses ..."? and task geometry could only end with the ritual and ambitious phrase "as it turned? Evidence challenging, difficult to judge, subject to an assessment very objective easily dependent on the subjectivity of the evaluator: Prof. duty with his sympathies, his experience, his aspettattive, the mood of the moment. Particularly complex evidence that required a wide range of different skills: good command of Italian, logic and deduction, language comprehension, analysis and synthesis skills, content knowledge, skills of argument. And a little 'of the oral cheek. Italian students have always been evaluated on the basis of such tests. Were formed, grew accustomed to this kind of support tasks. Not others. The tests administered to fifteen during the OECD-PISA survey is based instead on a quiz, on a wide range of closed questions where you have to find the right answer and crosses between those dates. One type of test to which our students were not used. But more recently the Italian teachers, adapting the rest of the world have begun to impose their students. And that, as shown by the performance enhancements of 2009, making our best students in that type of evidence. In that kind of evidence! No more good in general. Not do better than their bigger brothers. only more able to tackle well structured . I think.

Then another question emerges: can the OECD Pisa survey to verify the real skills of 15 year olds and assess consequences and describe the education system? Why there is still something that the OECD / PISA results can not explain: because the CNR French third foreign researchers recruited in the fields of mathematics and physics is Italian, made in a school deemed unreasonable. A third !

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us who have heard the words "crisis" and "debt" as the only possible story in the Italian economy

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that we should think that "Big Brother is an excellent opportunity for a career," if I marry a millionaire economic problems;

us that we should believe that "you do not gossip about the private lives of politicians" and in any case "evade taxes is right" and "clique, P2, P3, P4 are the invention of newspapers";

us that we would have to drink that caused this man had paid for the house "without his knowledge;

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us who grew up in the days of Berlusconi,

Instead, we are now in the streets, online, in cities, even if someone called us "murderers" and proposed "preventive arrests" go down the street with our parents, or with our children;

us who remain in the air to tell everyone that the search is hanging by a thread;

we seek to enter by force in the Palazzo d'Orleans in Palermo, home of the Region, a symbol of power that colluded for years held in check Sicily;

us in a sea of \u200b\u200bblogs, news sites, Facebook pages, independent newspapers, we try to do real information, to curb the media empire of the bass drum master

us that we received from the President of the Republic, Pertini miss him and we had the national Bearzot;

us who immediately said that the reconstruction The Eagle was a bluff, and the plan to remove the waste from Naples too;

us that the police are on our side, motorists, bystanders and workers applaud us;

that despite everything we will not give up, do not we adapt, not loosen, do not be silent, do not lower either the head or the voice, not covered up, not "content".

We grew up in the days of Berlusconi, are the ones who are celebrating the best, shouting loudly Democracy! and Order!, the unification of Italy hundred and fifty years.

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I decorated the house for Christmas. Like every year I have spent hours and hours to emerge from huge variety of boxes, Santa Claus, balls of glass, music boxes and colorful trees. I placed, with patience and care, jewelry, gifts in past years, memories and artifacts of little value, priceless. And the finished work, as every year, peace was felt more fatigue. I am often asked which reconciliation can find the more rational part of me, anticlerical contrary to the waste, the one with which most cohabit with this myself so sensitive to the Christmas spirit, exaggerated and full of frills, seemingly oblivious, if not indifferent to the evils of the world. Surely the explanation to the mystery is to be found predominantly in the extreme human contradiction and, in part, in the love I feel for the beauty, creativity and art. However I am sure that the intent is to create a more special place for my children, that is full of symbolic meanings, which feeds them and keeps them a little to hot, cold outside. The message I send them to flee disillusionment, a harbinger of drought, not to give in to cynicism, that takes away the smile, to put heart in what is not convenient, if that gives us emotions. so I teach them to cultivate the virtue of simplicity, because more than others is being able to make us enjoy a peaceful, durable. am sure that this ritual, seemingly superficial, they will be remembered like a lesson, a precept, and that will be included among the acts of care, care for them, as it was for me. The Christmas decorations are in fact a precious inheritance that delivery with confidence, and my children.

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study greenish Annozero everyone expected the students to distance themselves, condemned the violence, they sprinkle ashes on their heads, exhibit good feelings, Discounted pacifism, but restrained dissent reasonable. And all we expected that they did, which proves that the bad guys are others who come from outside, who have nothing to do with them, good students with clean faces and 30 cum laude. And instead, these kids have refused the outstretched hand of common places, doing good by a penny, the phrases of circumstances. With the passion of their two decades, and the clarity of someone who has also lost the future, have raised real problems and demanded real answers, honest, practical. Without hiding behind measured positions, easy rhetoric, dissociazionismo circumstance, refusing to let our frame trite cliché, you are exposed with unexpected candor, taking all responsibility. More adult adults around them. Opposed to all too easy, ritual choruses of infiltrators the truth of their anger. A sudden anger, but not hatching, respectful, long time. Incattivita two years of non-responses, indifference, political blindness. Words by two years of falls in a vacuum, unheard of protests, demonstrations look with condescending tolerance from the windows of the Palazzo .

Pending praised the protest, it affievolisse, shaman. To be able to return calm to the usual power games, the petty daily negotiations, the usual commercialization of public affairs: the indecent spectacle of recent years.

But, in truth, the Palace in the past two years has not been silent, some response was given. Let's look at the responses of managers responsible representatives of the people.

E ' said the students took to the streets to protest that they are exploited (by whom? opposition? From Bersani, known capopopolo charismatic?) defending the barons of the universities, which are loafers and that would be better off staying home to study (or, alternatively, to go after girls); the precarious school politicized, the police Fatties and Panzoni , workers show that with the culture you do not eat ; lazy civil servants and absentee ; to Neapolitans overwhelmed by trash incapable who can not make a separate and that it is right that everyone takes their trash ; ungrateful to Aquilani who would like the city cleared of debris; of marry a millionaire to young graduates seeking employment; liars belonging to a partisan lobby left to journalists, homosexuals is better to have a passion for pretty girls to be gay ; magistrates who are extremists who threaten the governability , judges of the Supreme Court that they are all communists chosen by Presidents Communists (in addition to Napolitano by Scalfaro, who grew up, as is known, in the vanguard of the working file, and Ciampi, known Stalinist), and finally (but omit many of exhaustion) to the President of the Republic Never mind!

Countless mean of daily violence in the form of regular characters that destroy and disregard the reasoning of others, of those seeking answers, to those who expect solutions to everyday problems by those to whom he entrusted the fate of the country. Infinity the reasons behind the anger. Rage that I know well because I find in myself every day. Ever deeper, ever more evil. Exasperated now.

But these young people is not just anger. There is also the desire to do, the need to believe they can improve things, desire and impatience to build a future. And then the world is upside down: the Politics, the real one, that box, you compare, negotiate, propose solutions, dares to alternative routes, fell in love and passion, the boys are right, it is outside the Palace. E 'in the street. And there, exit the political passion, that has not been violence.

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GIOVANNA AND MORE ...

We talked about it for years, in our meetings to three: I, Miranda and Samantha, treating it as Masons, like an awkward, or at least to hide. I have cited, without defining it, in one of the first post of this blog, when he was still an attic frequented only by the owners. We have always treated kindly, with irony, without suffering too much conditioning. Now go out and present: the Joan "or if you prefer, the" Giovannoni "(and woe be to omit the article), is that nice roll coming out of low rise jeans, sticking out from a pretty tight knit near the waist, peeping in the mirror just as you try just bought the new dress. It 'strange Joan, it is often so subtle to sit hidden throughout the Buyer's dressing room, before the contract, as you noted criticism, and bullying out of home when you show your mother, your husband, to children. This morning, Miranda and I, we went to a wonderful lesson of literature. I admit, to prepare, I tried to make me look pretty. But Joan has this morning decided not to give me respite. Meanwhile, he wanted to come with me at all costs. Feel like changing to convince her jeans, putting blacks pants, wearing the shirt longer. Do not take off from there, stubborn and arrogant! In fact, lately, I've given string fraternize with making ice cream, snacks, crisps and pies, and she approffitta! And 'thinking about this that I got the idea of \u200b\u200ba strange analogy between Joan and the children. Meanwhile, everyone has the Joan that she deserves, in addition, it is also true that, as with children, what seems to you it is not serious for me ... It can happen to complain about a Joan that, to another, would envy, or penarsi for a child, seen through the eyes of others, is wonderful in its complexity and extravagance. In addition, even the Joanna, like children, will hold better if those around you helps you to play down, if you show them in their virtues, though, In a word, it gives you a hand in it pleasure. It 'just that he did this morning, the little man of gasoline (it is not poetic gas station?): I went down while I refueled, I asked him for directions on the road where he held the seminar, I thanked him, smiling and he, winking, replied: "No, thank you, that is really a pretty sight." The result? I got off the car complexed by Joan, Where's My Car and are rising beyond reach. An e. .. scoured away! Next to me a puzzled Miranda.

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DESPITE U.S. ...

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You can imagine my dismay and my embarrassment to find in me a young woman's emancipation, the second-generation feminist, fearless dreamer, obstinate communist, doctor of philosophy with the vocation of the teacher, a Lori Del Santo any one Tini Cansino the poor.

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I was surprised that he thought for a woman a vibrator could replace or substitute for only a man. As if the sex is simply reduced to a rhythmic rubbing or a purely physical stimulation. It was not especially meeting the other hand, intimacy, and knowledge of self through the other. As if that were to make use of looks even complicit, in bold strokes, phrases of love, words, little words and even words. Odors and perceptions. Hugs and contacts. And the man was nothing more than his penis and not the eyes that talk, hands that are looking for. Skin that smells, vibrations, jerks. Breath and sighs.

However with time, a little 'joke, a bit' exhaustion, I started to support these fantasies ... I even wink, suggesting chissachè, provocative smile and enthusiastic. In short, had become a game between us. A harmless and kind of rite light, humorous fiction ...

Until one day, pulling out the ambiguous toy, my husband discovered that the batteries are low. PECKS! makes me smile and mischievous note. And, do not admit it, very pleased to have understood everything! I fall from the clouds, showed me a little stunned ... But he may fall: no, it's not fool him!

Then you decide to change the battery and discovers that ... are not empty but ... OXIDIZED!

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The event on Saturday of the FIOM was held quietly, without fighting without broken shop windows, burning cars, trucks overturned. A lot of people, armed only with whistles and flags, paraded peacefully through the streets of central Rome. Despite the weather, no time to spoil the party: only a few drops harmless, fearless to be a breeze fluttering the flags and to close, a beautiful sunset orange and auspicious. In fact, there were foreigners, such as immigrants Rosarno, the tomato pickers of farms in the south, Roma girls dancing on stage, non-EU workers to certain factories of the north east. But they were not infiltrated. But peaceful protesters came seeking work, rights, dignity and security. Just as the Italian workers of Eutelia, the workers of Melfi, the laid off of Vinyls, the school's precarious, the metalworkers Pomigliano. Impossible distinctions here, and we share brings us closer to one suffering. Insecurity, lack of safety, fear of unemployment for those who still have a job, find it difficult to for those who did not have ever had or has just lost. The parade is varied, colorful and noisy. But there is no violence. Even anger is contained. So it is clear that the violent are others. Violence is elsewhere. Violence is the indifference of policy unable to listen, understand, accept this suffering. Unable to give answers. Violence is the hostility that minimizes the Minister Sacconi and sided with the company. The violence is the caution of Bersani chooses not to be. The violence and darkness of the media. The violence is suspected in the Minister Maroni, who fears violence and fierce fighting. E 'in the subtle, allusive concern that there does appear everyone of dangerous terrorists. Violence is in the blackmail Marchionne exchanging work with the rights. It's unfortunate Bonanni into giving way to blackmail. Violence is the superficiality of the Minister Tremonti who promises to work safety as an unnecessary luxury that can no longer afford. That companies can not afford. Violence is oblivion of those who die at work, remember never, never regret. Violence is this lack of perspective, hope and future. And 'this resignation to the worst.

Violence is elsewhere. But it will not be exposed.

* What has the France which is dedicated to the title, you say? Has nothing to do, in fact. But our newscasts, so good at criticizing the Italian daily protests, to spend a lot of space for several days. Who knows ... Perhaps the protests of others are less afraid.

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WORKERS OF THE WORLD ...

This story of crisis I got bored. was not there before, it was just bad luck that brought doom, then in Europe but was not us, then had already passed, then there was a little bit but we were better than all the past, then we would have passed if it was not good for Greece, and Spain as well but we do not, then ....

now no longer says that the crisis there. They realized that the economic crisis provides a useful pretext for questioning those rights that workers have earned through years and years of labor struggles. Here is the thinly disguised blackmail: if you want to work you must accept these conditions. If not close, lay off, outsource the factory. And you stay out of work. Faced with this prospect honestly how can they refuse?

I have always believed that human history would follow a progressive course, that lead us toward better conditions, that modernity meant to be all better. So was the rest during the twentieth century. It seems however that today history has reversed the gear and is moving back towards the working conditions of exploitation, denial of rights, insecurity, of child safety, moral blackmail. It would have us believe that is inevitable. Why the Chinese are more productive and cost much less and so also the Romanians, Poles and who knows how many other workers in the world. And then they ask us to review our employment contracts, making them more flexible, adapt to the conditions imposed by the new model of economic development. Or close. This is the solution of Marchionne. Sacconi. Bonanno. And many other economists and politicians who have never worked on the assembly line. Bravo! That's why you gain so much. To find ingenious solutions like this. Who brutally imposed on the skin of others. Italian workers.

The violence there is in the cry of Bonanni who wants a hundred thousand, Pomigliano!

The sacrifice is permissible, in law, security, freedom of association, in the name of the job?

Here the agreement that Pomigliano Bonanni longs as miraculous

• 8-hour shifts with a lunch break at the end of the round half an hour. ( chain working for 7 hours and a half consecutive !)
• small breaks: three 10-minute (or pee or coffee, because there is no time for both);
• mandatory overtime of 120 hours per year, extendable for production to 200 hours per year (less than 5 weeks per year ! )
• training compulsory unpaid and transfers to the employee. More training although expensive for the employee will not lead to an increase in salary;
• production is spread over six days a week, working until Saturday night.
• possibility to dismiss an employee if the company does not comply with the Covenant.

of Fiat's commitment to invest millions in the production of the Panda, the contract does not say anything. Maybe just the word? It says instead that the company will resort to layoffs for two years during renovation of the plant.

Bravo Bonanni be proud of you!

And in the meantime the Ducati, to increase productivity, is preparing to remove the workers are traditionally granted 5 minutes to wash their hands (and not merely challenging task because of the oils used). 5 minutes!

However I'm not there! I'm convinced that rather than import us production models based on the exploitation it is necessary to export our way of giving dignity to work and security for workers. Our rights are at risk if you do not become the rights of all workers throughout the world.

How far there is to it!

I'm with FIOM and tomorrow I'll be square!

Missy With Turner Syndrome

Surico or Fried Fish Comb


The Place is the Gulf of Squillace, the banks and those of Squillace Lido Copanello !
The fish are " Surico " mainly looks Trigliozzi Tracina and also a little small!
Here is the recipe: Ingredients
eye: fish caught! white flour, corn meal, seed oil, all to taste
proceedings: Mix the two flours, flour the fish, put the oil in a large bowl, take the right temperature and immerse the fish!

let it brown, collected with a perforated ladle and put them to dry on paper towels!

Taste them quickly washed down with chilled white wine slightly fizzy!

Delicious!!

I could not take a picture of fried when cooked, the guests gave me no time! The
Surico are a rarity and those who had the good fortune to enjoy them will surely agree with me when I say I have a unique flavor!
Every year during the holidays Summer in the month of August, we caught a "takeaway" caught fish, Mimmo cleans it and then freeze for up to bring it home ... 1200 km away, in the middle of the Po Valley!
And here are the fishermen at work: the Little Fisherman

The Old Fisherman:

Expert Fisherman:

Master Fisherman:

Again Little Fisherman .... tireless!

tireless really !!!!!!!

really ..... really!!


until the hour of retreat!!

would be really nice if holidays never end!

Greetings

Mimma ello