... if it wouldn't be home to the ones we love."

No, it wouldn't Mr Hawkins. No, it wouldn't.

First time I heard it I thought this record was 30 years old. Turns out it was a 2016 soul shake. 

From the muddy, hopeful blues of "My Way Home" to the electrifying "The Strangest Thing" Reed combined Soul, Gospel and Blues in such a beautiful, refreshing revival the whole album will lift your spirit. 
It did to me.

(...) I'm sorry. Today's brain space has been hijacked by random memories of all the stupid things I've said or done in the past 15 years.

Thank you.

A few days ago I had to fill some forms for professional matters and I came across a question about social skills.

After briefly thinking about it, I realise my social skills include:

- Telling inappropriate jokes in awkward situations;
- Laughing when I shouldn't laugh;
- Enthusiastically saying hello when introverts walk into the same elevator and terrifying them with lively small talk for at least 3 floors;
- Naively pointing the elephant in the room when everybody is avoiding it;
- Asking the waitress if the chocolate mousse is homemade only to turn it down when they proudly confirm it;
- Saying "you too" when the stewardess tells me to enjoy my flight.
- Asking the 14 year old kid who is trying to mug me if he is old enough to be drinking.


Yeah. I don't foresee a very bright future ahead of me.

I just used two fingers to scroll on paper. It didn't work. Stupid paper.

"(...) but it wasn't because I didn't know enough,
I just knew too much."

 

A few days ago I've read on the news that some guy would kill people, by shooting them, asphyxiating them and then slitting their throats.

I'm like, dude, pick one thing.

Yes. We've seen this recipe before.
And yes, this movie might be an audience pleaser.
But Hidden Figures tells the extraordinary story of three remarkable women at NASA, who carved a pioneering path not only to their gender but to African-Americans in an era of racial segregation.
Beautiful, uplifting and heartwarming, this movie is an assertion of humanity.
A must-see.

Remember that feeling when you were a kid and you'd sit on your parent's foot and wrap your arms around their legs so they had to try to walk with you sitting on it? That's every 2 brain cell American right now with Obama.

Hamilton Leithauser & Rostam - '1000 Times' from One Thousand Percent on Vimeo.

(the whole album is actually really good. Definitely worth your while.)

That moment when you're too busy doing things late at night and you realize you haven't eaten.
Then you think: "I'll just grab something from whatever is open".

That's what I call a wurst case scenario.

Sony announced yesterday The Last of Us Part II, the sequel to Naughty Dog’s 2013 shooter that got 10/10 on most gaming press reviews.
Joel and Ellie are back, and from the look of it, this time Ellie will be the starring role.
The creative idea behind the reveal trailer is incredibly powerful.
If you've played the first title, you'll quickly understand the blunt humanity behind this sequel: The Last of Us was a story of love. Part II is a story of hate.

(and if you don't know, Ellie is singing Through the Valley by Shawn James) 




(my hype levels just went through the roof)

1. 7am. You walk out naked  to your balcony to grab the underwear you left outside to dry because the sun finally came out this summer;

2. You raise your head and notice to all your horror that your Japanese neighbour is seating in the balcony in front of you.
3. Although he clearly saw you, you urge to hide back inside and in the process drop a couple of your undies out of your balcony and into everyone's backyard.

4. Half an hour later you walk down to the backyard to grab your bike and your undies and your 60-year-old landlord is standing there. He raises his hand holding your red lace underwear and asks you if those are yours.

5. You turn the same colour of the undies and because your immaturity is an AK-47 shooting in all directions you say no and leave immediately.

6. You come back home after work to find your underwear collection hanging on the staircase wall. 

7. You wish yourself a happy Monday.

...there are more than 300 ways of saying "drunk".
And only one way to get rid of it.
Hello, hangover.

A few weeks ago, my friend A. was struggling with a broken heart. My friend N. couldn't understand why some guy stopped writing her. It's true. We've all been there. Forgetting someone is hard. It's fucked up. Let's say it clearly. It sucks balls trying to forget someone who danced Vprisyadku on top of your honest heart. And it seems that everyone has an opinion concerning people who screwed up our lives: from the most conservative, proper ones, to the dubious bipolar shit it's wrong even to think of.
So, because I'm always willing to provide valuable public service, here's a compilation of some advice I've heard about, with a pinch of Vio. 
Of course to make this exercise easier, we'll pretend that it's always the other part's fault. 
Let's go.

... when leaving your parent's house you point your car keys to the door and expect it to open.

Dear God,

I'm dazzled with all your prodigal Marketeer sons who managed to convince the world that everything tastes better with random dehydrated fruits.

But now, in all seriousness, could you please help me have a bag of Muesli without having to pick out the raisins?

Amen.