Password

So, I wrote the first post for this blog quite some time ago. Then nothing. I couldn't access the blog anymore because I didn't remember my passwords/username combination. The blog was about to end up in the blog cemetery, together with millions of blogs of million of bloggers that every day decide to tell a bit more about themselves and what they think on the internet, like anyone really cared.

In any case, I just forget passwords all the time. Then it suddenly pops up back in my mind because passwords are usually obvious, perhaps not to everyone but to yourself. Sometimes passwords are really really obvious, like those that put their birthday as email password or the name of their mother. My favorite is 12345, like the default one for some sim cards or for suitcases. Like in this film.

Start

How do you start a blog? Isn't it like starting to write a book? An empty page that probably nobody will ever read but that satisfies some need of the writer. These are my intention for this blog, write to myself, collect some information (not always the most useful). Probably it's like having a place to think outside my brain. The blog will be mainly in English. But Italian (my native language), and the other languages that have contaminated me in these years may appear.

I'll try to limit the scope to cinema, politics and Brussels (Where I live and where important decisions for Europe are taken). That's the meaning of the title.

Here's my first political-cinematographic quote. It applies to all of us. When we decide to work for someone, are we making an endorsement to their views, policy, etc? Are you with Randall or with the roofer?



How free are we to choose our job based on personal politics in today's economy? Sure, I wouldn't go to work as a contractor for the talibans, but can I avoid working, even indirectly for other evildoers?