and why it matters.
They were tough. They carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die. Grief, terror, love, longing […]. They carried shameful memories. They carried the common secret of cowardice barely restrained, […], and in many respects this was the heaviest burden of all, for it could never be put down, it required perfect balance and perfect posture. […]. They carried the soldier’s greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive…
When my mom and dad started dating in the late ’60s, my dad lived in Milan and my mom in Padua, about four hours of train and two hours of bus, apart. History has it that the first time my mom went to visit my grandparents in Milan, my grandma Natalina did not let my mom through the gate because my mom was wearing trousers. Yes, blinded by outrage grandma would not welcome in her house her future daughter-in-law, after my then 19-year-old mom had gone through what at that time, felt like a transatlantic crossing.
E.A. Poe’s The Man of the Crowd is the man of our crowd, ahead of its time
What separates a masterpiece from the rest is its capacity to transcend time and space, the ability to paint with just a few strokes the permanent traits of humanness.
Written over 170 years ago, in The Man of the Crowd Poe gets its old Polaroid out and takes a shot of a man, a man just like you and me, and while he waits for the photo to dry, he speculates on what he might or might have not been able to capture…
Including the restless relentlessness
I woke up at 6 this morning with a beautiful sun piercing through the window.
It took me an hour of internal combat to decide whether to butterfly out or just cocoon in, nobody won.
By 07:39 I had already swiped through 4 different overpromising yoga programs.
07:00, I wanted to try a new program Breathing with the Beats that combines asanas and drums, too much talking for the morning.
07:07, I was already lying my back on a bolster following the guidance of Lauren during restorative yoga.
By 07:14 I had turned to Bruce Chung…
Halfway down my street, there is a tiny pottery shop called Ema Mamisu, they are the cutest, they put heart and hearts in everything they make, that is where I bought this year St. Valentine’s cards. Five altogether, three for my family, one for my dearest friend, and one for, well, me.
This year, a text, an email, not even my face and voice could have filled the distance. …
2020 was exceptional by any stretch of the imagination. Nobody could have ever fathomed the degree of personal and collective loss, the magnitude of grief and pain. 2020 has exposed the fragile foundations of our system, economy, and overall social infrastructure, the vanity of our “certainties”, our egocentrism, 2020 shot us right there: where the spirit meets the bone. Right there and then, when you can no longer postpone lessons crucial to your survival.
Your body is infallible, almost merciless, at recording everything you can’t forgive.
It would be funny if it wasn’t true
They say if you can’t fight them, join them. I say if you can’t fight them, get to know them inside out, and discover their Achilles heel. When dealing with narcissists, knowledge and self-awareness are your greatest assets.
Writing the biggest collective epic ever
Is one image still worth a thousand words?
An image is probably still worth a thousand words, I am thinking for example at Sebastião Salgado Workers, I am thinking at painters and visual artists, at moments of happiness forever captured, but what about the 995 photos uploaded on Instagram every second, the 4000 uploaded since you started reading this article, and the more than 50 billion photos uploaded on Instagram so far? (Omnicore, October 2020). …
There are two types of people: those who work in sales, and those who think they don't.
I was a bit skeptical, the right word would be judgemental, about the entire cosmology of personal branding. What I understood about personal branding was that some Bamby-eyed people took their LinkedIn or Instagram profiles a bit too seriously and a bit too far, and managed to build fame out of the current global craving for hope, gurus, and God.
I was wrong.
Ms. Judgmental dug a bit deeper and changed her idea after binge-watching a series of TEDx talks on personal branding.
Before the straitjacket feels comfortable again, I hit "publish".