Da domani a venerdì sarò virtualmente irreperibile.

"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Following my latest piece on how to connect Autodesk Construction Cloud and Microsoft Power BI, I thought I should give some attention to another crucial piece of workflow because — as we saw last time — there is no option to push data from Autodesk
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XXII: Thibault’s Last Wish Urged in her flight by a hideous terror, and anxious to reach the village where she had left her husband with all speed possible, Agnelette, for the very reason that she was running so hastily,
1. A Voice in the Margins, a Lesson in the Centre What does Natalia Ginzburg, an Italian novelist of quiet prose and domestic landscapes, have to do with design? On the surface, little: she did not theorise objects or urban space, nor did she work
Following my latest piece on how to connect Autodesk Construction Cloud and Microsoft Power BI, I thought I should give some attention to another crucial piece of workflow because — as we saw last time — there is no option to push data from Autodesk
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XXII: Thibault’s Last Wish Urged in her flight by a hideous terror, and anxious to reach the village where she had left her husband with all speed possible, Agnelette, for the very reason that she was running so hastily,
1. A Voice in the Margins, a Lesson in the Centre What does Natalia Ginzburg, an Italian novelist of quiet prose and domestic landscapes, have to do with design? On the surface, little: she did not theorise objects or urban space, nor did she work
3 Comments
heraclitus
Posted at 09:26h, 18 Januarytornata?
un saluto… ;-)
Damiani
Posted at 12:25h, 18 Januaryocchio Shel..mi raccomando.
Shelidon
Posted at 12:28h, 18 January@ Heraclitus: tornata, sì.
@ Damiani: tranquillo, seguo il consiglio di Caparezza e tengo la testa alta quando passo vicino alla gru…