I got nothing to say really, just that I'm addicted to this song; I don't even know the band. P.S: It's better to listen an...


I got nothing to say really, just that I'm addicted to this song; I don't even know the band.

P.S: It's better to listen and think about problems you got; good luck with them by the way.


Lyrics:

I fail to see and doubts keep creeping in. The air is so cold it hurts my chest to breathe it in. Light fires at night to push back the void. The warmth can't escape it, I reach my fingers to my face. Something to hold. Somewhere I'll find.

If sharks were men, they would build enormous boxes in the ocean for the little fish, with all kinds of food inside, both vegetable and ...



If sharks were men, they would build enormous boxes in the ocean for the little fish, with all kinds of food inside, both vegetable and animal. They would take care that the boxes always had fresh water, and in general they would make all kinds of sanitary arrangements. If, for example, a little fish were to injure a fin, it would immediately be bandaged, so that it would not die and be lost to the sharks before its time. So that the little fish would not become melancholy, there would be big water festivals from time to time; because cheerful fish taste better than melancholy ones.

There would, of course, also be schools in the big boxes. In these schools the little fish would learn how to swim into the sharks' jaws. They would need to know geography, for example, so that they could find the big sharks, who lie idly around somewhere. The principal subject would, of course, be the moral education of the little fish. They would be taught that it would be the best and most beautiful thing in the world if a little fish sacrificed itself cheerfully and that they all had to believe the sharks, especially when the latter said they were providing for a beautiful future. The little fish would be taught that this future is assured only if they learned obedience. The little fish had to beware of all base, materialist, egotistical and Marxist inclinations, and if one of their number betrayed such inclinations they had to report it to the sharks immediately.

If sharks were men, they would, of course, also wage wars against one another, in order to conquer other fish boxes and other little fish. The wars would be waged by their own little fish. They would teach their little fish that there was an enormous difference between themselves and the little fish belonging to the other sharks. Little fish, they would announce, are well known to be mute, but they are silent in quite different languages and hence find it impossible to understand one another. Each little fish that, in a war, killed a couple of other little fish, enemy ones, silent in their own language, would have a little order made of seaweed pinned to it and be awarded the title of hero.

If sharks were men, there would, of course, also be art. There would be beautiful pictures, in which the sharks' teeth would be portrayed in magnificent colors and their jaws as pure pleasure gardens, in which one could romp about splendidly. The theaters at the bottom of the sea would show heroic little fish swimming enthusiastically into the jaws of sharks, and the music would be so beautiful that to the accompaniment of its sounds, the orchestra leading the way, the little fish would stream dreamily into the sharks' jaws, lulled by the most agreeable thoughts.

There would also be a religion, if sharks were men. It would preach that little fish only really begin to live properly in the sharks' stomachs.

Furthermore, if sharks were men there would be an end to all little fish being equal, as is the case now. Some would be given important offices and be placed above the others. Those who were a little bigger would even be allowed to eat up the smaller ones. That would be altogether agreeable for the sharks, since they themselves would more often get bigger bites to eat. And the bigger little fish, occupying their posts, would ensure order among the little fish, become teachers, officers, engineers in box construction, etc.

In short, if sharks were men, they would for the first time bring culture to the ocean.

This is an excerpt from a part of the book "Stories of Mr. Keuner" from the German poet, playwright, and theatre director of the 20th century, Bertolt Brecht; book which is very interesting in my opinion -- even though I don't agree if Mr. Brecht's political thoughts.



Howdy fellas. Tonight's tune is definitely Rockwell with Somebody's Watching Me. Somebody's Watching Me was released in 1...


Howdy fellas. Tonight's tune is definitely Rockwell with Somebody's Watching Me.


Somebody's Watching Me was released in 1984 being his debut single and also most famous ever recorded. Now, if you ever listened to it I'm sure you thought this was a Michael Jackson song, right? Actually, Michael Jackson is indeed featuring on this song; he sings the chorus and his brother, Jermaine, does the backing vocal.



The video opens with Rockwell coming home to discover that the wrong newspaper has been delivered to his doorstep. As he takes a quick shower, he begins to have strange visions (in a manner recalling The Dead Zone) of himself being pursued around his house by assorted ghoulish apparitions, of the looming figure of a cadaverous-looking man, and of finding a tombstone engraved with his own name. His shower is interrupted when he hears something outside and goes out on his balcony to investigate. He is shocked to see the man from his visions standing at his gate, but as he struggles to get a better look in spite of the sun in his face he is greatly relieved to see that he is merely a mailman, come to deliver the correct newspaper. As the mailman walks up the path towards the front porch, however, a brief close-up of his arm reveals that he is, in fact, a zombie. Rockwell emerges onto the porch to receive the paper, which the mailman genially hands over. As the mailman brings his other arm around to strike, Rockwell has just enough time to notice that he is not human...

I'd like to highlight the part of the lyrics where he sings: I always feel like somebody's watching me.

And I have no privacy, whoa-oa-oa. 

I don't know about you but applying these lyrics on nowadays world, I totally share this paranoia with Rockwell. Governments and big corporations *coff google, apple, microsoft coff* - sorry, my throat is a little sore - are watching us like 24/7. I'd rather be watched by a zombie, that's for sure.

Enjoy the lyrics: 

[Verse 1: Rockwell]
I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the twilight zone?

[Hook: Michael Jackson]
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?

[Verse 2: Rockwell]
When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid
But can the people on tv see me or am I just paranoid?
When I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair
Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much
That's why...

[Hook: Michael Jackson]
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?

(Instrumental)

[Verse 3: Rockwell]
I don't know anymore
Are the neighbors watching me?
Well is the mailman watching me?
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now (booo! ) - the IRS?

[Hook: Michael Jackson]
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream? 



Hey there, are you into avocados? WHAT??? WHY NOT? Oh, you said you are... Sorry, I misheard-ed you, good thing you're not out of yo...



Hey there, are you into avocados? WHAT??? WHY NOT? Oh, you said you are... Sorry, I misheard-ed you, good thing you're not out of your mind.

The avocado, which the name comes from a language called nahuatl - historically Aztec and now spoken by the Nahuan people - it's spelled, originally, ahuacatl, which on their language means "testicles" (probably because the fruit typically grows in pairs).

A friend of mine use to say the avocado is "a little celestial caress in our earthly misery", wise words he has.

The avocado is cultivated for more than 7 thousand years by mankind and it grows on the avocado-pear tree, a tree which is native from the south of the Mexican nation.

This is the Laurus Persea tree (or how we call it in Brazil, the Persea Americana).
This one produces the most common type of avocado in the brazilian territory, the "Bacon".
It can reach over 30 meters of height , depending on how it is cultivated.
The native specie is the so called criollo, but nowadays we have got a huge number of varieties, like the:

Bacon (which you know how its tree look like)

the Fuerte

the Gwen

the Hass


the Lam Hass


the Pinkerton


the Reed


or even the Zutano

(a big thanks to the californiaavocado.com website for providing the images)

As we can see, the Incas, Mayas and Aztecas had quite a good taste for food, what would be of us, mere humans, without the chocolato, for example? And of course, our dear avocado... Which by the way, have been being cultivated by them (pre-Columbians) since the prehistoric times. So you can picture it, when the Iberians colonizers arrived in The New World, there was avocado even in the Amazon and, well, the portuguese and spanish had the only reaction possible, they got delighted with that fruit. Undoubtedly they had a good taste.

It was introduced to the brazilian lands in the XIX century - that messed up century had to have something at least useful for this country. 

May I say that a good avocado is the one that's firm and a little heavy; and it is good to consume when it is late (never early, that's a sin if you do so). A sign of when the avocado is late is when you poke it, if it is a bit soft it is late, if not... well, it is not, get your hands out of it. 

Nutritionally speaking, the avocado is a fruit über complete. It carries the vitamins A, C, E and K, apart from the B complex. It is rich in minerals like calcium, iron, phosphorus and it also replaces potassium; it contains fiber, which helps on regulating the bowel health. 

The avocado also contains beta-sitosterol, a natural anti-inflammatory, which operates as an anti-oxidant as well; combating the high glucose and the cortisol (the stress hormone). 
It also is rich in glutathione, which prevents premature aging (and now you now the reason for all those avocados mask you see when shopping cosmetics). It contains lutein, which is a strong agent preventing diseases in our eyes; and last but not least, it contains folic acid, which is a very strong agent when it comes to protects our heart (unfortunately not from breaking) and from the CVA (cerebrovascular accident).

Among its many advantages, the avocado is great on absorbing other foods nutrients. For example, a super-combo would be slicing the avocado to a salad with carrots and tomatoes, because the avocado helps on absorbing tomato's lycopene and the carrot's betacarotene. The avocado also prevents diseases such as: anemia, hepatic steatosis (liver fat) and the metabolic syndrome and related disorders.

The avocado has got good fat as well, like the monounsaturated and polyunsaturated, which help on the combat against the bad cholesterol; and it also contain a huge amount of unsaturated fat, such as omega 9, omega 7 and omega 6. 

Researches with voluntaries show that after a week eating avocados everyday, they had a reduction of 22% on LDL (bad cholesterol) and a raise of 11% on the HDL (good cholesterol).

The avocado, just as many things in this world, is a target for injustice. People say it puts on weight, that's bollocks right, in fact, the avocado turns off your anxiety of eating sweet, your hunger for sugar, and on top of that it proportionates the sensation of satiety. Conclusion: the avocado also helps you on getting that fat off your butt (getting fit, a bit more politely). 

The avocado show us how the free-trade agreements between countries are sometimes used as a tool by the governments to control people's delight. For example, the exportation of mexican avocados to the United States was interrupt in 1994, right after the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) took effect. Happyfully they revoked this absurd but not without a commercial war between Mexico and the US, in which Mexico's threaten to impose economic sanctions against the american corn. The excuse given by the americans to impose their embargo against our beloved avocado was that they "feared to have the bactrocera oleae (fruit fly) invading American soil through the avocados from Mexico" (by the way, it happened, it is a invasive species in the US now); but their true intention was to protect the californian avocado.

Nowadays the commerce of avocado between Mexico and the United States is relatively free, but unfortunately the mexican avocado faces another threat and this one is a well known by the mexicans: los carteles. With the reinstatement of the commerce of avocados between 'murica and la tierra azteca, profits went high as shit in this economic sector and since then, the cultivation of avocados has turned into a incredibly profitable business, moreover with the increase of world's demand on this fruit from the gods.

There is a state in Mexico called Michoacán, that produces half of the avocados consumed in the WHOLE world; so all that lucrativeness of the avocado producers attracted attention from the drugs cartels and they infested the province of Michoacán around the year of 2007, and started to extort the avocados producers of that region.

The modus operandi of cartels like the Los Zetas (which I know realise I've forgotten to tell you they were the ones infesting Michoacán) work by getting in touch with producers and imposing a fee, which the producers are obligated to pay, otherwise they'll suffer sanctions like the confiscation of the producer's land - so the cartel starts running the avocado farm instead of the legal producers -, to even the threat of death to the producers and their families. Facing these threats, the producers are forced to pay the fee to the cartels plus taxes to the State, apart from the money that goes to their providers et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

And well... Having the avocado production being so profitable, of course it didn't just attracted the criminals from Los Zetas, other cartels also had the interest in the Michoacán region. To be specific, the Los Zetas cartel got in to a real war against the La Familia Michoacana cartel and lost, lost badly. The leader of the La Familia Michoacana at the time was Nazario Moreno González, a serial killer and drug trafficker and also a ex-pastor, which some say, rewrote the christian bible to justify his actions somehow. A psycho, to say the least - but hey, it's not like it is the first time it happens, we all know what the Church did to convince people that burning the "witches" was alright.
And this cartel, La Familia Michoacana, was deposed by another cartel called Los Caballeros Templarios in 2011. 

It is important to say that the Federal Government of Mexico had the fucked up idea to spread a hoax saying that the Armada de Mexico (military) had killed González - and well, goddammit cabrón, he's a narcotrafficker, that's everything he'd ask for, the guy has a target painted on his back for fuck's sake - in december of 2010 and on that year and the one that followed, Michoacán had posters putted by the Familia Michoacana on the streets, saying that González was alive and well (no shit!) and that no one would even dare to try to kill him.
What actually happened was that the La Familia Michoacana themselves started the rumors about González death and the government bought it and took it as real without further investigations; and while all that was occurring, González had been founding Los Caballeros Templario, so it could replace La Familia Michoacana.

Back focusing on the avocados, Los Caballeros Templarios became highly sophisticated, for instance, they knew how many avocados the producers harvested periodically, the type of the avocado, how many they sold, how much they profited and much, much more. "WTF Will, how did they get this kind of data?" Well mate, from the government itself; specifically, from the The Mexican Bureau of Standards (DGN, Dirección General de Normas). 

Be aware that what government has of data about us people it's incomparable to what the nazis had of data about the jews back in the day; and the problem here is not that they aren't careful enough keep these kind of data from leaking, is that they do give these informations to big corporations like Google, Microsoft, Apple etc., and it is even worse when these corps. give our personal data to agencies like the NSA and the GCHQ.

Anyways, The Wall Street Journal once compared the mexican avocados to the african blood diamonds; I do agree they went a little far but it's all a matter of perspective; look, check the facts, a human tragedy caused by political reasons and fascist corporative lobbies - like the De Beers Diamond Jewellry, founded by Cecil Rhodes, the man that probably committed the largest African genocide in history in association with the Rothschild family. And by the way, Rhodes may be burning in hell if there's one, but the Rothschild family still carries his legacy by owning the De Beers. You probably don't know, but they control 44% of the world's diamond market and there was once a time when they controlled 90% of the market, always using slaves -, and the problem of the blood avocados is extremely serious because the Los Caballeros Templarios cartel are being strengthened by extorting those poor producers using the fees impositions and it is common for the producers not being able to pay the fees and going bankrupt, having to leave their lands so the cartel does not murder them; and by doing that, the producer's land becomes cartel's; and all that sad situation leaves the avocados even more expensive to us, consumers (yes, "us", your country probably buys avocado from Mexico too). 

And the situation has gotten so untoward, that the mexican military alongside with the police had to get in scene patrolling the roads from which the trucks full of cartel-controlled avocados were using to drive through and, well... let's say that the mexican military/police is not very honorable one... That being, both, the military and the police risked collusion with the unacceptable and became associates with the cartels.

But the people shall not let these criminal do whatever the fuck they want and just take their property like that, no no no no, they're mexican, strong man and women, best trashy soap-opera creators, world's first engineers, lucha libre en lo corazón y fuerza en los brazos, cabrón. 
The producers and their family had to react as the government had failed, so they gathered and started buying weaponry, they built strategies against Los Caballeros Templarios and finally started taking their land back, proving that most of the time, a well armed civilian population is best choice against inside threats.

Ohhh, the avocados... Sometimes I wonder if the ambrosia eaten in the Olympus wasn't in fact, the avocado. It may has its peculiarities depending on the region where it is cultivated, but the avocado, the avocado is always there.

See you on the next post! Eat avocados!

P.S.: By the way I was not sponsored by any avocado producer nor seller to write this post. Although if you are a producer or seller, I am not refusing any money. Call my agent so we can get to an agreement.




Hey there, how's it going? I'll be posting every night the tune that I listened the most - or maybe not, I make the rules -thro...


Hey there, how's it going?

I'll be posting every night the tune that I listened the most - or maybe not, I make the rules -throughout the day.

Today I felt liking going full Sinatra. If you follow me on Spotify you could notice that I listened to him a lot today, but if you don't follow me yet, stop being a shame to your family and click on the "Follow Me On Spotify" tab on the header menu. You're welcome.

I can't really remember the first time I listened to Sinatra, but I do remember my uncle listening to it when I was little and I always enjoyed.
From the many songs Ol' Blue Eyes has sang, one of my favourites is definitely "That's Life". It is not a actual song written by Sinatra - like most of his most famous songs but hey, who am I to judge? - although his version is without a doubt, the most famous of them all.

Below there is the lyric and also link to the song on YouTube. Enjoy!



Lyrics:
That's life, that's what people say. 

You're riding high in April, 
Shot down in May. 
But I know I'm gonna change their tune, 
When I'm right back on top in June. 

That's life, funny as it seems. 
Some people get their kicks, 
Steppin' on dreams
But I just can't let it get me down, 
Cause this big old world keeps spinnin' around. 

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, 
A poet, a pawn and a king. 
I've been up and down and over and out 
But I know one thing: 
Each time I find myself flat on my face, 
I pick myself up and get back in the race. 

That's life, I can't deny it, 
I thought of quitting, 
But my heart just won't buy it. 
Cause if I didn't think it was worth a try, 
I'd have to roll myself up in a big ball and die.
Songwriters: GRAMMER, BILLY/BEAM, DENNIS/ROSE, BOB

Some days ago a friend of mine was studying Schopenhauer and she said she found Schopenhauer stupid, and... it amused me, because that ...


Some days ago a friend of mine was studying Schopenhauer and she said she found Schopenhauer stupid, and... it amused me, because that was quite the reaction a had when I first bumped into his work. She said she does not agree with his thoughts on love but he may be right about happiness; and I got amused me once more. As a matter of fact I think that if you read Schopenhauer's work and agree with it immediately, you probably have got some problems. Just call a safe line and say that to the person who picks up the phone, I bet the response will be a shocking silent.

Considered by everyone as a pessimist - and let's agree, for you to be distinguished a pessimistic being a philosopher you really got to put a lot of effort into it -, Schopenhauer would in fact say that life has problems, that living is asking for big trouble and that what would really be a pain on life's ass is both, merriment and vexation. Merriment would be desire. You desire what you don't have and then you achieve what you desired and stop desiring what you've achieved and start desiring something else. So, merriment would three-phasic: desiring what you do not have; getting what you once desired; and start pursuing what you desire next. So we realise that merriment is a pendulum; you either desire what you do not have, or you have it and desire no longer and later start desiring something else.

For example, if you're thirsty, this is how your pendulum works: Thirstiness - desire liquid -, drinks water - satiety, and now everything starts interlinking - desire to wee, desire to go to the bathroom and so on we go, desiring what we do not have at the time and seeking satiety while killing the past desires and creating new ones.

So, do take notice that the logic of merriment is the logic of the bottomless bag, the logic of the impossible satiety, the logic that invariably there will be always something that's not there to complete you as a whole and you shall be invariably seeking what makes you fault.

The second problem of life is the boringness. And boringness - or bore - would be characterized by a network of utilities. Doesn't matter your native language, I'm sure you always heard the word equivalent to "useful". Which by the way, I've always been called by my parents as USEless.

The useful is always understood as a good thing, while the useless a bad thing. However, perceive this, when something is useful its worth is not in it. Thereby, the collyrium is useful because it cleans the eyes. The vehicle is useful because it allows us to displace from-to a place where we were not. Everything that's useful has its worth outside of it. The primary school is just useful to get you to elementary school. The elementary school is useful to get to the secondary school. The secondary school is useful to get to college. College is useful to get a job and thus you realise that every and single utility makes that the worth of things always be encountered outside of them.

Therefore, if someday someone tell you you are useless, well... don't get so sorrowful, for at the moment you are called useless, understand that on your specific case, ultra rare on nowadays world, your worth is WITHIN you, just as much as happiness, which by definition is useless or would you have a answer to the question:

Being happy what for? Happiness is perfectly useless, the good life is perfectly useless, since they worth themselves. Even more in our lives, where finding things that are useless, ergo, useless, makes our chance of a better living augment a lot.

See you on the next post, you useless bastard. I'm outta here!