Enjoy my daily rant.
The Panama Canal
Is it really ok to do the unthinkable? to be one of those that dared? When we turn the pages of history and everything has been said and done, who are the ones that will be remembered? The ones that comply? We know that history is written by the winner, to be that, you have to go against all odds. “Nothing that results in human progress is achieved in unanimous consent. Those that are enlightened before the others are condemned to pursue that light in spite of others.” I know that this famous quote by the great explorer Christopher Columbus comes in handy with the scope of my topic. This quote speaks about the true nature of those who dare to go above and beyond to achieve greatness, one of them is without any doubt the obsession of the Old World to keep going West in search for greener pastures.
Really music lost its fun?
Yesterday, while recovering from a mild flu, I had the chance to put on my headphones and watch some music videos from my youth just for the sake of it! I went from Classic rock to glam rock in the blink of an eye, Def Leppard, Cinderella, Ratt, Poison, Skid Row and many more began to thrive on my playlist. I was just 13-years-old when “Smell like teen spirit” changed the scene. Why I was not into Nirvana is not important right now. I considered myself a connoisseur while in my teens. I bought Hysteria by Def Leppard when it first came out back in 1987, I bought “Appetite for destruction” on vinyl the same year. I took music and music taste very seriously; it was my way to categorize the people around me.
Marillion - An hour before it's dark
After having the proper time to digest this content in orderly fashion, I think it's time for me to let my review of this album come out. This time I want to do something different, why don't we go track by track and then I'll give you my final thoughts on this work?
The lost art of listening to music Part II
I remember very fondly the Hi-fi set up my Dad used to have in our living room. It had this huge speakers, a nice turntable and cassette deck. My Dad used (I said used because he now seldom listens to music, he lost interest in it) to listen to the mind-blowing arrangements of Ray Conniff, Julio Iglesias' filtered voice and the sharp sound of Herp Alpert trumpet. He used to sit in the middle of the living room, a glass of spirit in his hand, my Mother by his side and those lovely melodies as soundtrack for quality family time.
The lost art of listening to music Part I
Without any doubt, music is art, and proper listening it’s got to be considered art too. Our fast paced life has plummet our enjoyment of the pleasure of listening to music, now we don’t seem to give music its true value. Stay with me, not everything is lost, nowadays we got a vast array of music available at our fingertips. Like never before music is available 24/7 on a myriad of platforms, but is it truly a good thing to have all that music available? But first I want you to stay with me and take a deep dive into our past to learn a bit more about how music was listened in a distant past.
Jethro Tull's "The Zealot Gene" Album review
Here we go, album number 22 for this legendary band. This is the follow up from their 2003 "Jethro Tull's Christmas album." It has been a while since the band ventured into new recordings. Ian Anderson gave us some interesting music with his "Thick as a brick II" and "Homo Erraticus." Both highly anticipated by me on release date.
Homer against the establishment
EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD. DAY. Establishing shot of a regular suburban house. INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY Homer Simpson is sitting by the living room table. While watching as an observer at a chaotic family breakfast, he starts to feel a bit uneasy with the way things turned out for him. While in his early 20s, he was optimistic about the future, he envisioned a life of carefree excitement, cruising along in his muscle car. Now… a slave of routine and boredom, in a beat up sedan.
The sea wolf
The sea is an important part of who I am. It captured my imagination since the very beginning. There’s something on it that makes me think of the sea and its habitants every single day. I try to be as much as I can among water, it could be by swimming, sailing, freediving, or simply by having a little walk along the bay. It doesn’t matter, the sea nurtures me, rocks me, comfort me. On the sea you might feel there’s no one beside you, but someone always listen, believe me, someone always listen.
I dare you
From the distance, it looks like the hulls are literarily making clean incisions on the almost flat surface of the sea. Sights and sounds from the sailing club fade away on their stern. A soft breeze caressed the main sail with charming politeness as a big old sun warms the deck's surface without any constrains. With her hand on the tiller, our skipper manages to steer the boat towards a one of a kind destination, this place, is the perfect scenario to indulge in the affairs of the heart.
Lady luck is golden
This convoluted chapter in my life started when I went to Spain, specifically to the city of Barcelona; the plan was to sail along the Catalonian waters with friends from all over the world. The voyage was scheduled to last almost two weeks; 6 sailing boats in total, a blend of nationalities. It was a real melting pot: Danish, Scottish, Swedish, British, Germans. A dream come true for a sailing enthusiast like me.
Less is more
“It is quality rather than quantity that matters.” Words from the great philosopher Seneca are really accurate on the topic Michael Smith discussed on this interesting lecture called “Is big data killing creativity?” He need to address this subject very carefully. According to his studies, a program rules what you should see, statistics knows what’s best for you.
Cul de sac
As soon as the elevator door opens, a semi hollow space welcomed her. “Miss Bublik will be with you shorty, please take a seat.” With that cold sentence still ringing in her ears she sat in the furtherest chair available. Impressionist paintings adorned the faint pink walls that surround her. On her left, a glass window makes the entrance to a bigger hall, a hall where all this magic happens.