<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Genova on doismiu - dispatches from the infernal archive</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/tags/genova/</link><description>Recent content in Genova on doismiu - dispatches from the infernal archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0200</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://doismiu.blog/tags/genova/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Concrete Ghosts of Italy '90</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/posts/the-ghosts-of-italy-90/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0200</pubDate><guid>https://doismiu.blog/posts/the-ghosts-of-italy-90/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;figure&gt;&lt;img src="https://doismiu.blog/posts/the-ghosts-of-italy-90/italy90_hu_bd005d2386533509.webp" alt="Italy 1990" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-full="/posts/the-ghosts-of-italy-90/italy90.png" width="1100" height="660"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;In recent months I&amp;rsquo;ve been to the Luigi Ferraris stadium a few times to watch Genoa play. It sits in Marassi, wedged between the Bisagno riverbed, a main road, a prison and a listed fourteenth-century villa, with four red-brick towers planted at its corners like chess rooks. Those towers are not decoration. They went up between 1987 and 1989, when Vittorio Gregotti rebuilt the ground for the World Cup, and they are the most honest thing in the city about what that summer was. Genoa got a stadium that people still admire. Most of Italy got something else.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Zena.food: I Used Machine Learning to Find Genoa's Hidden Restaurant Gems</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/posts/zena-food-i-audited-genoas-restaurant-algorithm/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2026 00:00:00 +0200</pubDate><guid>https://doismiu.blog/posts/zena-food-i-audited-genoas-restaurant-algorithm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There is an article by Lauren Leek called &lt;a href="https://laurenleek.substack.com/p/how-google-maps-quietly-allocates"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Google Maps quietly allocates survival across London&amp;rsquo;s restaurants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I read it eight months after moving to Genoa and could not put it down. The premise is precise and a little uncomfortable: the way Google Maps ranks restaurants has almost nothing to do with food quality. It is about algorithmic prominence, a composite of review count, review velocity, web presence, and interaction signals. Venues that accumulate more reviews rank higher. Higher rank brings more visitors. More visitors bring more reviews. The loop does not care whether the food is good.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Confeugo: The Vertical Flame of Genoa</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/posts/confeugo-the-vertical-flame-of-genoa/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0100</pubDate><guid>https://doismiu.blog/posts/confeugo-the-vertical-flame-of-genoa/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bon sabbo à tutti! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 !&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt; (Happy Saturday, everyone!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I recently moved to Italy, specifically to Liguria, where Genoa sits like a scarred sentinel watching over the Mediterranean. This afternoon, December 20th, I stood in the heart of the city to witness the &lt;strong&gt;Confeugo&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a ceremony of fire, prophecy, and linguistic ghosts, and it forced me to look past the postcard version of Italy to something much more abrasive and real.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>