Movies as backdoors to the soul
How apparently inoffensive movies can hurt like a punch in the stomach...
Confessions of a berry picker
I’ve just discovered Jory Des Jardins’ blog, Pause. I love it. I spent hours this morning reading it, instead of eating breakfast (impressive: breakfast is my favorite meal by far and I was actually quite hungry). It seems that everything she talks about is fundamentally relevant to my life. She is gone through what...
Trapped in a time loop
Today I had to look at Italian news online. I had just received “Cacao quotidiano,” a newsletter of “good news,” that is published daily the community of Alcatraz, in Umbria. Alcatraz is a rural community of progressive people where you can go to spend some time and relax, be fed wonderful food, and do...
Corporate (multicultural) Essay
One evening at work I decided to write an essay for the “Multicultural Communications Essay context.” It was late, I was tired, and I felt that if I didn’t do anything creative right away I would die on the spot. So I wrote it. The essay was selected among the winners, and I had...
I wish we had blogs when I was thirteen
I wish we had blogs when I was thirteen. Or fourteen, or even fifteen. Too bad we didn’t even have personal computers then. The most advanced pieces of technology I had at that time were a typewriter and a bulky Texas Instrument calculator. Xerox copier were just at the beginning, they used this weird...
The humane side of business
Yesterday I was at a management offsite for my company. We were trying to “clarify and address” some of the problems we are having with roles and responsibilities, and how to make our department work. I was being my usual restless self, one mental foot there and the other out the door, threatening in...