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This is my BLOG.
A pretty random one.
I mean, I still post-edited the text. I like what I wrote.
But it’s not polished, or valuable at all.
Some are one sentence long.
Others… many more.
It’s a brain dump. For thoughts, worries, fears, things I did, will do, used to do, accomplished, failed, love, and hate. 🤓
Hello you.
Before we move on 👓
There’s something I can’t contain it inside the cages of my recalcitrant intuition.
The grammatically correct, Oxford-style way to greet you, my patient reader, should be:
“Hello, you!”
Well, I despise it.
Comma AND exclamation point.
In a TWO-WORD sentence. Who would I (and you) think I am?!
I hate that freaking comma. I hate it so much.
Why would one use a comma there, anyway?
To underline that “Hello” and “you” are two separate words? Doesn’t that just COME with it?
And don’t get me started on the exclamation point.
Try and read it: “Hello ,,,, YOU!!!”
Pace and tone vary too quickly. Do they not?
It’s like when people write: “Thank you, Michelle!” Or, “You’re welcome, Jordan!”
I mean, just say: “Thank you Michelle.”
I’m gonna lose it.
That way, you’re not pausing, and you’re not going from whispering to SCREAMING.
It’s more direct. It’s simpler.
We need more of it. Simplicity. We don’t need exactness. We don’t have to appear perfect all the time. Fuck that. Fuck perfect. Fuck Oxford. Mere attempts to display our literate minds and savvy thumbs can remain silent and chained up, for a second. Or even for a few weeks, if you ask me.
Especially when attempting to do that in the form of a comment under a post on social media.
Now.
If we were to write a letter to… I don’t know, a counselor? A president of state? THEN I could (still with a low success rate) understand addressing them so solemnly. Or the Pope, for God’s sake.
But unless the remark is not directed to figures holding the highest titles and ranks (like our moms), I think it’s definitely, totally, absolutely… completely avoidable.
You know why? Because if you end up writing like this, you’ll soon enough be TALKING that way too.
Imagine someone speaking using commas…
And exclamation points…
There are far better ways to lose friends, trust me.
Or to make them.
Matter or fact, maybe you just scored one (however idiotic he can be) in here, on my website.
Let's Begin
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Let's Begin ↓

Slow life.
Sometimes I think life should be slow(er).

Family.
Family.

Trader Joe’s.
The best supermarket store where people greet you, you can find quality food, you can smile, you can save money, you can buy beautiful plants, you can find amazing products.

300 KM in 79 days.
This is the 300th KM!

Soccer. Football.
You can call it however you like.

My event.
Here is a picture of a Yellow Canarin. And all the attendees of his first-ever in-person event.
Sorry for all the hyphens.
Zoagli.
Zoagli is a beautiful place.

Plants or Pets?
How about both?
Of course, Pets. I’m not trying to fool you - just trying to fool myself.

New York is very Joeish.
Think about it. It’s so Joeish.
An audience.
How I think one should go about building his/hers.

I subbed.
I subbed to The New Yorker.

Go there.
Please.

I don’t get it.
How Americans greet each other.
[that’s my love. Chiara.]

Stillness.
Brings clarity.
Geez I sound like some kind of Guru.
And I don’t even meditate.
I am not an author.
My hair is NOT the same now. I always like to point this out when I share this image around.

Daron.
When you have it all, but it’s not enough.

Ketut.
A reminder that it’s about valuing what we already have.

Curiosity.
A story of an idiot and a… monkey?

Coffee.
It all begins with an idea.

Monkeys.
Sure. Monkeys look nice. They are not.