Il prestigio è volato in cielo

Cinque anni e mezzo fa lo conobbi, e ci avventurammo insieme alla scoperta del Web 2.0. Mi insegnò, tra le altre cose, che tutti saremmo presto stati su Google, volenti o nolenti, ed era quindi molto meglio dire noi stessi chi eravamo. "Non lasciare che un algoritmo dica chi sei", mi disse. Da cui il sottotitolo di questo blog, nato con e grazie a lui.

Oggi ci ha lasciato, per evangelizzare anche il Paradiso dopo aver contribuito a rendere migliore questo mondo.

Addio Marco, @funkysurfer, funkyprofessor.

Doomsday is coming, time to build our future

Doomsday seems to be closing in. The cream of financial analysts, investors and management consultants all agree that the financial crisis is deep and inevitable, and will have effects for many years to come - irrespective of what happens to Greece now, and [insert your favourite next here] later.

Time to despair, flee, hide? No.

In 1942, Mario Capecchi was a four-and-a-half year old orphan, left to fend for himself on the streets of northern Italy during World War II, living in various orphanages and roving through towns with groups of other homeless children, and almost died of malnutrition and typhus. By any means, he was in a much worse situation than any reader of this blog.

In 2007, shortly before his 70th birthday, Mario Capecchi won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine.

It's time to build our future.

(For those who'd like to know more about the remarkable life of this amazing man, here is an interview with Italian newspaper La Repubblica, and here is his first interview after being awarded the Nobel Prize with the editor-in-chief of nobelprize.org)