Someone said to me, but writing about yourself on a blog ... can not be bothered? You're not afraid to violate your privacy or voluntarily provide personal information inadvertently around?
Actually, if I think less than a year ago, I never thought of opening a blog and update it a bit. And I confess that reading some blogs, there is the risk mentioned above, in some cases. I follow the golden rule of Blogs that is, "tells of yourself what would you be willing to do so to a stranger on a bus." The idea. But I'm a living witness of a customer during the discussion of purchasing a notebook in less than ten minutes I had already said how old he was, where he lived, who had just left after seven years of cohabitation with her boyfriend, who studies were done and where current work. Without that I would have asked for anything. Vabbeh, extreme cases, these.
However, on reflection, the way I am working on the blog, and how I'm going to take it forward ... I do not think that violate more than one time my privacy (I care enough).
Someone is already "stitched on" what I write on this blog and forums where they are active, and my related sites.
But I am convinced, that can also have an idea of \u200b\u200bmy life, my past (but just "an idea), but can not really know what they are. I do not know who I know at one life ... Thus, I use the text of a lovely song by Sting, from the album Ten Summoner's Tales (the last album when they still knew how to make songs "your"). The song is' Nothing Bout Me And exemplifies exactly my approach to the blogs and information that give me stesso su Internet.Per chi ha letto il mio romanzo, sa benissimo che succede la stessa cosa anche per il protagonista… ;-)
Actually, if I think less than a year ago, I never thought of opening a blog and update it a bit. And I confess that reading some blogs, there is the risk mentioned above, in some cases. I follow the golden rule of Blogs that is, "tells of yourself what would you be willing to do so to a stranger on a bus." The idea. But I'm a living witness of a customer during the discussion of purchasing a notebook in less than ten minutes I had already said how old he was, where he lived, who had just left after seven years of cohabitation with her boyfriend, who studies were done and where current work. Without that I would have asked for anything. Vabbeh, extreme cases, these.
However, on reflection, the way I am working on the blog, and how I'm going to take it forward ... I do not think that violate more than one time my privacy (I care enough).
Someone is already "stitched on" what I write on this blog and forums where they are active, and my related sites.
But I am convinced, that can also have an idea of \u200b\u200bmy life, my past (but just "an idea), but can not really know what they are. I do not know who I know at one life ... Thus, I use the text of a lovely song by Sting, from the album Ten Summoner's Tales (the last album when they still knew how to make songs "your"). The song is' Nothing Bout Me And exemplifies exactly my approach to the blogs and information that give me stesso su Internet.Per chi ha letto il mio romanzo, sa benissimo che succede la stessa cosa anche per il protagonista… ;-)
"Epilouge (Nothing 'Bout Me)"
Lay my head on the surgeon's table
Take me fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brains, pick my pockets
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from A to Z
And you'll still know nothing 'bout me
Run my name through your computer
Mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my records, check my facts
Check if I paid my income tax
Pore over everything in my C.V.
But you'll still know nothing 'bout me
You'll still know nothing 'bout me
You don't need to read no books on my history
I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery
In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love
Search my house with a fine tooth comb
Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home
Set up your microscope and tell me what you see
You'll still know nothing 'bout me
Non sai ancora nulla di me
(mia libera traduzione)
Esamina my head in the operating room
Esamina my head in the operating room
Take my fingerprints if you can
examine my brain, consider me out of my pockets
eyes and do not forget your socks
Make every test from A to Z
And you do not know anything about me
Search my name in the database
Search my name in the database
Menzionami to your school teacher
Check my record, check out my paperwork
Check if I pay my taxes
And throw it all in my CV
But still know nothing about me
Still do not know anything about me Do not look for my profile
am a simple person, where is the mystery?
When it's cold hand needs warmth
And at times, someone like me needs love
put to me the house with a toothpick
rummaged everywhere, so I will not be home
Prepare the microscope and tell me What do you see ...?
What you do not know anything about me ...