Keeping Cool, Italian Style: Energy Efficiency and Home Safety, All in One

Although it’s hot here in the summer, Italy’s not big on air conditioning, preferring to rely on older methods for keeping cool.

Most Italian buildings are naturally insulated, being made of concrete, brick, or stone. The older they are, the thicker the walls, which of course adds to the insulation. Windows are protected by shutters, whose style varies with location and age of the building. These insulate against the weather, but also protect against thieves (housebreaking is far more common here than street mugging).

Our apartment in Milan had tapparelle: slatted, roll-down shutters operated by a pulley system with a cloth strap that you pulled, hand over hand, to raise or lower them. This was barely within the limits of my strength on our large bedroom window, even though the shutters were made of plastic – we were on the 7th floor, so security wasn’t much of an issue.

My in-laws’ apartment in Rome, being on the first floor, had to have strongtapparelle. The originals were elegant wood, but, when they began to break down with age, this proved very expensive to replace, so the new ones were steel painted a woodish sort of color. Those were even heavier than the wood, so we were thankful for the electric motor that raised and lowered the 3-meter-widetapparella in the living room – until the electricity went out…

^ Wooden tapparella on our first apartment in Lecco – operated by a hand crank (not visible in this picture), it took forever to open or close. Then the slats started breaking…

The problem with tapparelle as a safety feature is that, to be safe, you have to close them at night – clever Italian house thieves have been known to use sleeping gas on homeowners to ensure easy pickings inside the house. So the shutters in Rome had to be closed, no matter how hot the night. The most you could do was leave them slightly open so that a centimeter or two of air could pass underneath and through the slim cracks between the slats.

Back in Milan, surrounded by other 7th and 8th-floor apartments, we closed thetapparelle for privacy, except on a few summer nights when we were too hot to care if the neighbors saw us naked in the moonlight (it was too hot to wear clothes or have sheets over us on the bed, either). We found a partial solution in putting a new type of frame on the bedroom tapparella, which could be tilted out on a hinge even when the shutter was fully rolled down, so we could get air in under it, and look down into the street, but no one could look across or down into us.

Here in Lecco, most houses have persiane – hinged shutters with fixed, louvered slats pointing downward, so no one can see in, but you still get some light and air. We don’t feel the need to close these most of the time, even though we don’t have curtains: the position of our house is such that no one can look into our windows, unless they use binoculars. But the persiane are useful to keep the sun out while letting air in. On summer afternoons I close everything up on the sunny side of the house – shutters and windows – and the rooms stay relatively cool til the evening breezes come and it’s time to open it all up again.

Note: Yes, we also use fans.

"Hindiurdu" lezione 1

In Hindi dire ‘ti ho pensato’ non si limita a fornire un’informazione ma serve anche come richiesta o comando.
Se una persona d’importanza dichiara di aver pensato a qualcuno, e` sott’inteso che desidera avere quel qualcuno in sua presenza. Una volta al corrente di quest’informazione, alla persona pensata conviene presentarsi.
Dunque dire ‘ti ho pensato’ in verita` significa ‘vieni qui’.

Zabobine: Divertitevi a Milano Marittina,
vi ho pensato.

SexMex?

Il Messicano fa parte di una minoranza di refugi-immigrati-clandestini, ma si colloca anche perfettamente nella stragrande maggioranza di uomini coglioni che si trovano, purtroppo, in tutto il mondo. La fregatura e` che questi non vengono deportati una volta che li sgamano…
Chiusos anches questos capitolos!
Un weekend che a parte deludente e` stato anche divertente, all’insegna delle discrete bevute (illegali, nel mio caso).
Un weekend che chiude brevi capitoli sentimentali ma che ne apre di nuovi si spera di piu` duraturi; la mia vita da universitaria, tanto per cominciare! E poi l’amicizia, l’intesa che non ha e non ha bisogno d’eta` che c’e` tra me e Sesy.
Oggi e` il mio primo giorno, arrivo con un po` di anticipo nell’aula 1.204.
Sorrido e inizio a spostarmi verso un banco vuoto, una voce effemminata che proviene dall’Indiano sui 30 seduto dall’altra parte dell’aula mi dice “Ehm…Guarda che qui si studia Hindi…” come per dire, hai sbagliato posto.
Esplodo interiormente. Perche` mai questo non si immagina lontanamente che io sappia benissimo che ‘qui si studia Hindi’ e che sono qui appunto per questo cazzo di coglione?!
Come giustifica una presunzione simile? Perche` sono bionda? Perche` sono donna? Non avevo nemmeno l’aria di una che e` persa!
Mi trattengo, sorrido e gli confermo che lo so.
Sono l’unica femmina a parte un’obesa sui 30 e passa. Di fianco a me Wil, ex militare con la cresta che porta un corno, un dente non so che cazzo al collo.
Di fronte Brent (credo); secchioncello dalla battuta facile e dalla risata isterica alla sua stessa battuta ancora piu` facile. Sta studiando Hindi perche` vuole far colpo su una ragazza indiana…
Il tempo vola tra un namaste e l’altro, di colpo le 10 sono le 15:30.
Esco esausta, non usavo il cervello da un po`.
Sesy mi passa a prendere e mi porta a mangiare qualcosa, a casa ci sdraiamo sul divano e chiaccheriamo per ore. La tiro scema con le solite paranoie sentimentali che le amiche lecchesi ormai sanno a memoria, lei mi ascolta e mi consiglia.
Mi passa lo stress pur sapendo che mi aspetta una nottata di studio, mi passa la rabbia da messicano del cazzo.
Dopo cena ho la testa china sui libri, non lascero` che nessuno dubiti delle mie abilita` di imparare una nuova lingua.
Alla fine del capitolo non resisto, corro in camera per prendere il telefono, adesso il messicano mi sente.
Mi distrae una scatola sulla scrivania con una scritta in pennarello viola: For you, love Cecy.
Apro: un angelo che poggia l’orecchio ad una conchiglia e tiene la mano sul cuore, e` lei che ascolta il mio dolce nulla dandogli tutta l’importanza del mondo anche se, infine, sono solo paranoie da 18enne.

My New Baby

Isn’t it gorgeous? It’s my very own Thumper, aka Sun Fire X4500 Server.

Jeff Cheeney and I (and whoever we can rope in to help) are going to make it into a video compression/archive/streaming server. (Before you start worrying about budget, don’t: this one is rebuilt and didn’t cost us anywhere near sticker price.)

Why do I need such a thing? Take a look:

I’ve shot over 100 hours of video since I began videoblogging for Sun about a year ago, and much more is on the way. I haven’t edited even half of it, partly because I’m doing all the editing and compression a Windows laptop which I also have to use for all my other work. So it would be useful to be able to offload some of the processing onto a different machine, one that can also archive and share the results.

This is also a learning exercise, to see what we can do with all this cool technology we have around, similar to the project that Jeff and Chase distilled into a ten-minute recipe for building a NAS box. Similar also to Dominic’s new recipe series, which began recently with Configuring Sun Storage J4000 Arrays and the ZFS File System in Ten Minutes.

It will probably take some months of poking around and figuring things out, and we’re not entirely sure we’ll be able to boil this one down to “Build a Video Archive/Server in 10 Minutes” – but that’s what we’re trying for. We’ll keep you posted!

Deirdré Straughan on Italy, India, the Internet, the world, and now Australia