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Captcha yes, captcha is not it?

Captcha, that is the word verification that sometimes it is requested on a website to post a comment or validate a registration.
The idea itself is clever and useful: to prevent automated programs from acting on our behalf, then signing up on sites that do not interest us or blocking the sites of unwanted comments.
Even blogs hosted on Blogger, like mine, have the option captcha: You can activate it and then want to force anyone to comment on a post to add the magic word.
As in all things, there are pros and cons. The use of captcha, valuable in my opinion if you are recording to a particular web service, but in the long run is detrimental to the life of a blog.
The blog lives on not only posts written by the author, but especially the comments from other bloggers and visitors. A blog without comments is like a discussion forum with no answers at which point you might as well make some of the traditional static web page. I go to administer and some forums : I tried to think how it would be heavy usage with the introduction of the captcha. A real madness! Captain sometimes heated discussions and very active, quick as a voice conversation: die at birth if any response should occur in good faith with a captcha!
The same goes for what I think a blog. At the captcha
was also active on my blog, but long ago I also received an unwanted comment, real spam, and shortly after I read an article Robydick , reported on the blog Lara . I immediately agree on a blog that the word verification is more damage than a gain!
So how to avoid the invasion of spam?
Robydick to disable the anonymous comments: good advice! In fact on my blog "Chridhe Gàidhlig - Gaelic Heart" time ago I had happened to a real invasion of hundreds of anonymous spam comments, and I proceeded to immediately turn off the ability to registered users to leave comments.
this solution can also be a disadvantage, because they force their visitarori to activate multiple accounts in order to interact with different sites. Luck is that Blogger lets you choose between several popular and widely used account.
I hope that my decision to eliminate the captcha levying the approval of those who follow me. Personally, after weighing the pros and cons, you are encouraged to every blogger. Thanks Robydick and Lara!

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Le decisioni


Have you ever thought about certain decisions of your life? Have you ever thought without realizing that you could give some to turn your life over another, short of having taken a road, not necessarily wrong, but different? You know that there are different lives from yours, but much closer than you think, only for the different attitude that you may have in respect of that journey to the end that we call life? You know that there were men who found themselves four children by different women, who loved so different from each other, and today there are around four children who worship him anyway? There are men who have chosen a job after studying it for years and years and now seems to be the scariest thing in their lives. There are men who find themselves in un posto per il quale non hanno fatto niente e si guardano indietro e pensano che in fin dei conti va bene così.
È vero che le decisioni più importanti della tua vita le hai prese senza nemmeno renderti conto di quello che stavi facendo.
Quante sono le decisioni prese perbene, a tavolino, pianificate, volute, in una sola parola, “decise” che lasciano il segno nella vita di un uomo? Al netto di una vita di 80 anni? Due? Tre? Quattro? E quali sono? Il matrimonio? I figli? Un mutuo? E adesso che ci guardiamo indietro e le abbiamo prese, cosa pensiamo, cosa proviamo? Abbiamo fatto bene, abbiamo fatto male? Tua moglie: ci stai ancora insieme, o hai divorziato? E con tuo figlio? Pensi di essere ancora as a model for him when he was 10? Do you still look in the eye, tell us? He asks you for advice? The house you bought was the workshop of your life or just a place to sleep? I ask because I wonder if the walls in there about you and your history, moments that have passed between good ones and bad ones, including anniversaries and important dates. Once you have answered these questions, then ask yourself if by chance rather than three, four major decisions, maybe does not have counted as "small", taken daily, but which, all put together, have a change in your life. Some say that in reality there is another life inside of us, it's just very deep, and the one that decides for us. Without our control, which applies only to implement, practically a formality: the decision has been made, without us, without our apparent consciousness. This
wanted to tell you, because even now that I think, in reality, you've already decided.

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Ciarpame


Garbage. How else to define the stuff that we have at home under your eyes every day, but we do not use simply because we do not see? We are full of garbage, whose main defect is hidden until you let go, is that it has its own volume, takes place inside our house by removing the air we breathe. Among the thousand I can think of only three. The air fresheners for the home, which ones? Old ones are normal in a bottle with the sprayer? Those with a name like "pine" or "sea water" that you use only when a girl comes to dinner? Maybe those were just, let's not forget the new ones, advertised on TV, equipped with a infrared sensor, as a burglar alarm at the passage of a stranger, sorry, someone in the house, releasing a spray of automatic any essence that can always remember one of those that makes you a mechanic when you leave the car in for repair to the cry of her accommodation. Not to mention some of those 'more zen, with chopsticks stuck in a bottle Glass: go upside down every now and then, not every six months, but even once a day, sometimes. There was a time we can, never! Did you get those sticks in their hands like samurai who do so much as a house of Giorgio Armani and spitting them out all around, especially in the eyes, the essence of magic, you find yourself then for another six months on hand to rinse immediately, otherwise dangerous redness Armani Armani to let him do that. The svitatappi metal to open the tomatoes that you have given. Scene: the kitchen, interior night lighting. Sitting on a ladder from Ikea Bekvam € 8.99, squeeze between your knees a glass jar of peeled closed from fear to lead a professional brewing. Unable to open a mano. Mi ricordo di possedere quello svitatappi universale. Lo imbraccio come un mitra. Lo avvolgo al barattolo come un boa, lo strozzo al collo di “quel bastardo” in una mossa tipo discobolo di Mirone, funziona. Troppo. Il coperchio vola via come un frisbee lanciando schizzi di polpa di pomodoro finissima per tutta la cucina, in quel momento suona il citofono, è arrivata la ragazza. La cucina sembra un mattatoio ma lo spaghetto al pomodoro e basilico sarà da paura, anzi, da film horror! La ragazza accusa un lieve mal di testa? Eccoci in un balzo davanti al terzo ciarpame: la scatola delle medicine, sarebbe la cosa più bella che si ha in casa ma in realtà cosa c’è dentro? Niente di utile, è tutto scaduto. Rimangono instead of life available to the aerosol products, some herbal tablets for sore throats, eye drops, a syringe that scares you and see how the billions of lactic acid bacteria, living or dead, is the same. A never any pain. But at the bottom of this reservoir of good junk and useless check a packet of cotton wool. And you can think of only one thing: we hope that someone gets hurt, so use it!

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The world is made to scale ...

This post came to my mind commenting on another blog of my friend Lorelai. His talk about the ups and downs of life reminded me of the saying "The world is made to stairs, someone who goes down and there .

Now I've come up with the perfect illustration of this sentence: Ascending of Escher.
E 'which are known to all an optimist, that for me the glass is always half full, almost pieno.Quasi because things do not always go well, not always as they should go, how would you have imagined, as you wanted. disasters, misfortunes, mistakes ... many things can disrupt our way down the stairs of life, turning a gentle descent into a strenuous climb.
But the climb back to a descent is possible! Sometimes you need time, effort, compromise, but end everything can be fixed.
The world is made to scale, of course. But for future prospects.
Others see every goal in height, who has leveled before a gentle descent, who takes everything to light, those too seriously.
My perspective is this.
The world is made to scale as in Ascending of Escher. Look at a point on the scale: it is an uphill or downhill? What today seems like a climb, we may find tomorrow that it was rather a descent. Remember when learning the multiplication tables was a dilemma? Today maybe the problem is a university exam: after graduation, a day at work think you would prefer to support ten exams!
The world is made to scale, somebody goes down and there are those who salt.
And you? Go up or down?