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mercoledì 17 agosto 2016

New blog series

It's been tough to find a focus for this blog. It started as a place for rants, witty rants, livid with rage rants etc...

Then it became a general repository for impressions, some book reviews, thoughts without a place-holder of any kind.

It is still the blog of a moody bastard, but I realized that I cannot just rant about whatever ticks me off. It is a digital foot-print that might be counter-productive later, or it simply changes my brain chemistry, leading to negative spirals. Cannot have that.

Politics, religion, but also management, personal development, fatigue at this and that, are all things I need to figure out by myself.

BUT

There is fitness. I can write about exercises, fitness, and the personal development challenges. Matching life, work, friends, with social pressure, peer pressure, judgement spoken and unspoken, expectations, confidence (physical, mental) and the staples of this endeavor, as rare as they are simple

  • REST
  • NUTRITION
  • EXERCISE
  • FOCUS

They are not quite in order of importance, but mostly yeah, they are. Broad categories, of course, but you get the idea. They might eventually stand for other, bigger things. Convenient screens for other things I might want to say.

It will be a journey, and there will be rants, but I will also try to share lessons. Rants will be 99% about the idealized, totally disconnected from reality messages coming off the damned internet. The true petri-dish of all things good and evil. The image crafting, idea spewing volcano which mostly only manages to frustrate us all with unattainable standards of clock-work precision in scheduling one's life, with the touch of "sprezzatura". The art of being naturally and effortlessly being good st doing stuff without so much as breaking a sweat, all delivered by polished characters who are essentially there for the money, and live and thrive in social context so unique that their "recipes" "tips & tricks" and whatever else they foist on the poor internet surfer is pretty damn far from useful.

Universal truths that require so much customization as to be basically rubbish "for girls" or "for dudes" crap. I might want to set some ground rules for myself and for you if you visit and comment.

Let's start with one: here we do not talk about "girls" or "dudes" or any of that horse-shit. Here we talk about humans. Get this straight, or leave.

But I digress, because ranting is addictive. Let's start with some-one who pretty much got it right instead. Meet my 2 of my favorite fitness people. There are more (Scooby, Jeff Cavaliere etc...) but they'll pop up in the next weeks. So, follow the links and take notes!



Read their stuff, listen to some of what they say, we reconvene next week. Fresh(er) than today (I slept like ass, and also not that much) and ready to get better. 

domenica 3 gennaio 2010

...where I start ranting.

Which is what I am quite skilled at, apparently. Yes, I am a whiny bitch like no 70 year old aunt Telma who sees you just for Christmas asking why you still do not have a girlfriend can ever hope to be. I blame it on the stress though. I AM A STRESS-BALL. Live with it. I do, at least.

I have been musing over what to write for the first post. There is this Blog virginity issue, which makes you want to start it with a spectacular one, something memorable, witty, funny yet with a core of food for thought. It will not happen. I am way too focused on the moment I will sit back at my desk in Berlin, and the tide of amphibious organic matter will flow neck-high. The dreadful "to-do" list is visiting my nightmares already, with all the tasks that were left pending when I hastily departed for Italy, just before the last solstice.

Last-minute rounds of salutations are stacking already, eating away at the little time left for me in the island of Sardinia (from time to time I shall refer to said island as "Atlantis", the full reasoning behind this choice being more fitting for another post). One good thing to flag: it is so warm and sunny here. The downside is that I will be back to -20°C in less than 72 hours.

So, enough of the above, let us just get this over quick. My name (if you do not already know) is not important to you. My age? The number is high enough to vote for the ludicrous farce-country I am a citizen of, and small enough to still kick enough ass to sooth my ailing ego. My interests? You would call them geeky stuff (but please, see above for my age before you do). Whatever feeds the imagination, basically. Movies, books, music, games (loads of board games and role-play games) and all the encoded nonsense drivel that keeps Comics Convention packed with visitors all the time. I also like astronomy, though I kinda suck at math, and I love being near the sea.

This will be a blog where I will mostly rant about whatever drives me insane, and I will mean every word you shall read. Blogging away I will try to zero in on the causes of my distress and generic unhappiness, and probably do nothing to fix the problem.

I guess this is it for now. Moody Bastard to Earth, over and out.

M.