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Autumn is trotting in quickly. Days are getting shorter and nights are growing longer. Nature is dying. Winter, the time for rest and renewal, is coming. But do not despair, because there are no endings nor beginnings and Spring will come again. Are you ready to hibernate?
Everyone who knows me is aware of the fact that I have a loathe/hate relationship with social media.
So, it is no surprising that Facebook is not something I really like. Social media in general, and Facebook in particular, can be very harmful if used in the wrong way. They are time consuming. They create the illusion that you are doing worthy things, when in fact you are flushing your time down the drain. Time that, of course, will never return. You think you have a lot of friends but they are fake. As artificial as the hot-from-the-microwave precooked lasagna you are about to eat. Technology can be alienating, it is the thorn of the rose, but if we use it for good, it is good.
Good intentions. But you already know what happens when you mix coffe break with YouTube. So tell me please, what things make you lose track of time on the internet?
That cocky I’ve-been-through-it-all attitude shown by many people in their mid-to-late thirties is something I honestly detest. I’ve been doing this for 20 years. Yes, you were. And you have been doing it the wrong way. So give me a break, please.
Writing about music is not in my agenda as there are people who do it a million times better. I'll make an exception with this post: the other day I was cleaning the shelves and found a dusty CDr with a badly written name on it, which was Holocaust - Primal. I didn’t even recall that Holocaust was that NWOBHM band from Scotland—The Nightcomers anyone?—. Later, I read that after all these years they never called it quits. I didn’t even know that this was their last album to date. Obviously, I’ve never heard it and it was about time as Primal was released ten years ago!This piece of music is riddled with sombre lyrics, restraining aggression and a constant feeling of despair. But the picture isn’t all black: a few hints of hope are scattered throughout. Just like life. It’s not the perfect album, but somehow it is. I’m not sure whether it’s extraordinary or average. Maybe next week I’ll forget it completely. Maybe not. What I am sure is that the album in general, and the last song in particular touched me in a very special way:
Now the sunshine of youth is gone
Possibilities become so few…
What do you see in the eyes of a child?
Uncorrupted wonder.Sad surrender to mature consensus,
Determined to forget past inspirations,
Find a photograph from days gone by,
A smiling child… it's you…
Uncorrupted Joy.Will you ever see beyond the shadows again?
If the truth be told, I am getting a little tired of living here, so I don’t entirely dismiss the possibility of relocating elsewhere. I know that Portugal is not exactly the first country that pops into mind when searching for better job opportunities… but Hell! things are not much better here in Northwest Spain.
Assim, há algum tripeiro que gostasse de contar como é que estão as coisas por lá? Acho que sou estupidamente louco, mais só se vive uma vez.
Days are growing longer. The Sun warms the soil. Rain falls gently. If it is pretty impossible to miss the shades of green all over the landscape, much more difficult is to miss the intense yellow gorse flowers sprinkling all over the hills. In my opinion, and my father’s, gorse is one of the most beautiful shrubs that can be found in Western Europe. If you are lucky enough to live in the area, remember that during the hottest sunny days of May and June you can hear the seed-cases of gorse popping. This might not impress you, but did you know that you can make your own gorse wine? But that’s another post for another day.