Zerebria

One of the main problems you can encounter in teamwork is what is usually called “highly emotional (more…)

I learned how to write last summer, at the age of 34. I know how to read since my childhood, and all that time I assumed that (more…)

I used to think of photography as a minor art. In comparison to music or literature, my all-time beloved ones, it appeared to me that photography granted a lower degree of choice to the artist, and was, thus, not that praiseworthy. It made me think of the old joke of the (more…)

It is round the minute no. 50 of the concert, when everybody is feeling more friendly, and there is no distinct separation between musician, audience and music played, and those persons who yearned to kiss each other for so long (more…)

One of the parts of the Getting Things Done methodology that I found most difficult to apply at first was writing down “purposes and principles” for each project (more…)

I have a retarded mind: I very often go through the best ideas in books and posts without noticing them right away. They usually become some sort of “seed” in my head and take 3, 4 days to fully grow, without me having the least intention to do anything about them. And then one day, as a flower that opens after a delicate nurture, I say: “wow”, and do something about it.

Writing the successes of the day was one of those great ideas. Simple, non-coded, very little time-consuming, it pays off in a way that is almost scary. (more…)

There is a basic principle in bioenergetics that proves that, if you repress sadness, you won’t be able to fully enjoy your happiness either. Our muscles, among other functions, are conductors for emotions, and if you keep them tense to reject bad moments, you’ll have to stand their numbness during the good moments too. (more…)

The mystery

Not very uncommon: there was this silly commercial I used to ran into every time I watched TV, a commercial that I particularly hated. I thought it was one of the silliest commercials of the decade, which is a lot to say, and every time I recognized it, I had this “oh no, here it comes again” sensation, knowing that I was going to waste the next twenty seconds of my life with an idiotic story that made me cringe. (more…)