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A philosopher, a journalist and other relics

A PHILOSOPHER, A JOURNALIST AND OTHER RELICS

Wednesday, November 4, 2009 - 18:00

Museum of Sacred Art, San Giovanni de 'Fiorentini
Via Acciaioli 2 (Via Giulia), Rome

On the occasion of the their essay

Moriggi Stefano and Gianluca Nicoletti

instigated by

Edoardo Camurri

will discuss

"Because the technology makes us human.
The meat in the Notre Dame and synthetic digital
(Sironi Editore 2009)

Readings

Vincenzo Bocciarelli

From the new "synthetic eternity" to the relics digital

from the physical to the emotional hearing,

between art and life, between science and ethics, between the sacred and the profane,

between past and future.

The Museum of the Florentines are preserved and displayed remains of bodies of the saints, for centuries the object of devotion. In the same place a master of provocation and a philosopher of science will talk on "contemporary relics,

or what remains of the body changed from science and technology.
Moriggi Nicoletti and philosopher - the first, among the few in Italy not to demonize the technique, and a journalist second, acute chronicler of the virtual world - will present their book "Why technology makes us human. The meat in the Notre Dame and synthetic digital confronting issues that always mark the history of man,

but now must again be deciphered.
relics from the new "synthetic", retouched silicon as in the case of Padre Pio,

digital images of the body of Pope John Paul II, the spread of prostheses and physical than emotional, through cyberbadanti, hikikomori and sex dolls:

it is in the folds of the technology that the authors are the key to reinstate the "bodily" dimension, many destined to be transfigured or convicted in post-human. Human

instead will remain always

and technology perspective in which to read our own evolution.

's not all ...
Since January 2010, an exhibition and other events, which will soon have news, will continue this journey of anthropology, art and technology, between science, philosophy and theology, to fathom what it means to be called human today.

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Press Event
Francesca Cella - 347 3313926 - gianluca.nicoletti.press @ gmail.com

Sironi Editore
Enrico Brambilla - 3484092220 - ufficiostampa@alphatest.it

LAWS 's article in "TIME" of 3/11/2009

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It goes on. Or at least, is the time going forward. The clock is running. And I have always gone large clocks. Blame the small wrist. Now I must close. Blame the future. It's never too late to start thinking about it. Maybe it's always too soon. Even if the bus the guys that you collide you say "excuse me". I

purely visual memory. I remember the faces, the faces date back to the names, and I think I remember seeing their names written in my mind. This is a useful gift, and it makes me oroglioso often arrogantly. I hear with their ears instead of unconsciousness. I do not understand anything, I imitate the notes so ridiculous, the mechanisms of communication escape me. Yet it is through music that I can cry.

Although my rational sense, the view of love beauty. Who can not create, but can appreciate. For this I have great respect for photographers. One of the great talent, unquestioned. And my friend S . One that if it has not already found, at least it's closer to me Godot. Or at least I like to think so.

Good luck for your new adventure (you are loved among friends blog, Keep us updated.)

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matter of choice

If I had chosen not to stop playing taboo.
If I slipped my shoes untied, instead of forcing leather and buckle.
If I had lingered more on the door.
If I had decided to postpone until tomorrow the full machine.
If I chose the 20 € that protruded from my wallet, instead of 50.
If I had not stressed and busy to let those few in my 50 liter tank 45-abundant.
If I stopped to take my wallet out of his pocket.
If you were not party so decides.
If I had not felt something a few moments before. If I had not just slowed down.

Then I would have missed that show. The night, the curve after the descent, famous and seductive. The cottage on the left, with the high hedge, dense and the sundial on the facade of brick. The narrow road that winds to the right, between rich and low houses. And in the midst of him, a magnificent specimen of deer, large horns, legs nimble. And a jump in the middle. Before taking the second turning his head slightly to his right. I'm here with my two headlights, who knows what he thinks. A moment and disappeared, lost in a field that no one seems ever to have walked, which until then seemed unnecessary to be designed just for him now.

The curve straightens out, the road salt. Crossing another car. The car of a man who will not see. If only he had chosen ...

I have flash a year ago. At times it's all so damn same. Skype tells me that there is a friend of a friend here and there. I want to be alone and spend much time at the computer. I want to ride your bike more than I do. It gets dark early and I'm not hungry but I eat. And sometimes I lie on the floor. Everything changes
shit. I do not know ... the laptop is broken and slower, I'm just more tired and inconclusive, the more disgusting to play guitar and older.

Just because you do not believe that life (mine specifically) sucks, say it proud today I made one of the funniest laughs of my life. A lot has happened to laugh while they were drinking, then running out to spit the liquid spray more or less alcohol. It happened to me just to see these people. I was not drinking, but the humor behind it took me so well that I spit what I had. On the bathroom floor. I wish you the best effects.

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will again tonight because Dr. House.