"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."

Summer mode /on

Ok, guys, today I officially entered my summer mode.
It doesn’t mean I’m not going to write here and it doesn’t mean I’m not going to write about BIM: I still have something to say about the amazing Flux Site Extractor to say and… have you read yet this collection of papers? They present rather interesting experiments conducted by Ciribini and Angi at Brescia and have a couple of extra guests including me and my BIM manager. I’ll tell you something about it, promise.

And here I go, I digress again.
As I was saying, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to write here.
It just means I’m going to do it from a vacation venue, with water, sun and all those things you people like when you go on vacation.
News is I’m not here strictly on vacation: it would be more proper to say I’m here in a proper retreat, like a proper football match. It’s me and Gabriele Gallo, screenwriter and game designer, and dear friend of mine. I can’t tell you much about it. What I can tell you is that we are working on a book about BIM and from our odd coupling you can guess it’s not going to be something traditional. Be prepared to be surprised. I promise we’ll give you hints to what we’re doing during these weeks, between an ice-cold beer and a boat tour.

Meanwhile, be sure to enjoy your vacations, ’cause it’s going to be a dazzling fall.

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