Shopping carts left askew, garbage dumped in other people's bins, a "mind your own business" response to a civilized question. Then comes the Sagra del Folpo, a kitchen apron, and five days of barbecue at the Ranch: a personal story of how volunteering restores the balance of what the world seems to have lost.
The Silicon Valley bosses would like to delegate shopping, travel, and even family time to AI agents. But removing the daily friction takes away the fun of life: because the point of a hobby is to do it, preferably with badly broken eggs.
Ten thousand years ago, Europeans had dark skin and blue eyes. Modern genetics has debunked the myth of Aryan purity: pale skin is merely a simple metabolic expedient for synthesizing vitamin D.
How do investment funds buy healthy companies, burdening them with their own debt, and consistently profit while the middle class slides toward the abyss? A lucid and uncompromising journey into the tricks of predatory finance, to understand what lies ahead and why sitting idly by is no longer an option.
At fifty-two, I got my first tattoo, designed by myself. Three elements to express faith, music, pain, and a Libra who deliberately lacks an arm.
On September 29th I have a little habit, a ritual that over time has become a promise to myself. That day, something of mine comes out. I use "mine" in the most stubborn sense of the word. A song I've been carrying around inside me for months, that plays in my head while I drive, while I answer emails, while I do...
I have an uncomfortable, almost obsessive habit. I take a belief of mine—one I consider solid, well-formed, almost definitive—I place it on the workbench and start hitting it with a ten-pound sledgehammer. No holds barred. I dismantle it screw by screw, pour the solvent of doubt over it, smash it to pieces…
Tony Iommi lost the ends of two fingers on his guitar fretboard hand during an accident in a sheet metal factory. To continue playing, he built homemade prosthetics, adopted lighter strings, and developed lower tunings. These physical demands contributed significantly to Black Sabbath's deep, heavy tone.
7:01 AM. The moka pot has just drawn its last raspy breath, the cup steams on the table, and the radio begins spewing its daily dose of low-frequency poison. The morning news. Fifteen minutes of pure noise disguised as civil debate. The voices of anyone with a microphone within reach: majority, opposition, center,…
This morning, a cup of hot black coffee in hand and the usual feed spewing yet another gospel of terror. The Silicon Valley gurus and a handful of scientists with high-profile professorships have dropped the bombshell: by 2030, there's a 20% probability that Artificial Intelligence will wipe the human race off the face of the earth. 20%….
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