Wednesday, 16 November 2022

Adult Film Reviews

I once produced a small collection of adult film reviews for those who appreciate the cinematic art of contemporary adult film.

The content had nothing to do with pornography or pornographic film. More accurately, it featured a compilation of reviews of selected adult orientated films; as distinct to pornographic film. 

Adult film reviews you ask? Allow me to explain. It was a typically cold and wet day in 2002. There I was in bed marvelling at how thought impulses and consequently actions can be dictated by the activities of the groin. How powerful it is, that which we refer to as the libido. A blinding anatomical force that can ignite the most restful and content soul, given the right circumstances, the right stimuli; be it sight and/or sound and/or smell and/or touch. A force experienced by all us mortals and in my particular case, it shamelessly swept me into a course of action.

The stimulus to write my first film review, in this case Unfaithful, starring Richard Gere and Diane Lane, presented itself during a period of convalescence that cold and wet Saturday afternoon. There I was lying in bed, experiencing a moderate amount of lower abdominal pain following a short stay in hospital. Oh yes, the surgery had gone smoothly but until our medical fraternity learns how to switch pain off at the source we seek solace with the seemingly primitive and hopelessly un-localized pain management methods of our time. I refer, of course, to the usual cocktail of Paracetamol, Codeine Phosphate and Ibuprofen.  

But not even post-op pain can quell a human's spontaneous ability to be sexually aroused. As I brooded my sorry state, and in particular my inability to satisfy an escalating urge to deliberately fall into a state of complete concupiscence with a woman, I come across a radio film analysis whilst despondently scanning the AM frequencies for something to seize the attention. And so it did, I'm not sure whether it was Diane Lanes' background cries of ecstasy or the reviewers dialogue as he casually tossed around terms and phrases like "as he touched her you actually see the flesh vibrating", "juicy illicit passion", "an expressive account of a woman in mid-life, for the first time truly, madly deeply in lust". I am sure it was both. Within the hour I fire up the broadband and viewed a large high quality trailer download. In this instance, the scene on the passenger train as she re-lived a recent sexual encounter. And so came the spur to seek out the entire show and produce the review. In retrospect it was simply a case of the right stimuli at the right time, the fusing and total integration of two wavelengths, one of which rested in my mind...marketing practitioners rejoice. 

I could not have anticipated the positive feedback following the review and so, some months later, I decided to continue on with my new found vocation and review other films of the same genre; namely, adult orientated drama. 

I never referred to myself as a film reviewer or film critic per se. I did not have the established prerequisites normally associated with the profession - a journalistic background in addition to good knowledge of cinematic history, philosophy and relevant biographies. Nor was I educated in the annals of film arts and the critical theory of the medium. Accordingly, it is with respect that I put forward the term "reviews". I am, however, comfortable to refer to myself as a writer of sorts. 

The content presented brought together film reviews of a genre of interest to me at the time.

For mine a good film review will replay the experience the reviewer had upon viewing the film. This will be based on subjective preferences, feelings and emotions and it can say as much about the reviewer, the society which produced the analysis, and the current state of affairs under which the film was viewed, than about the actual motion picture. A logic which very much applies to me as anyone else. As Anais Nin would say: "We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are".

Generally speaking, the sensual elements of the featured films focus directly and indirectly on themes which incorporate evocative and erotic love scenes - sex. Fortunately, in the erotic context, the content is not in all cases explicit, or otherwise said, pornographic. 

Accordingly, and by design, I sought to distance the page content and framework from any connotations related to pornography or related overtones. Quite conversely, albeit subjectively, erotica is art as it deals with the more unambiguous elements of sex. The film subject matter is developed aesthetically, artistically and beautifully. Good adult cinema cultivates the characters, place, story and brings forth emotional content and thus viewer involvement. Enjoy!

Links below:

The Great Beauty and I Film Review by Otto Marasco

Brief Crossing Film Review by Otto Marasco

Eyes Wide Shut A Review by Otto Marasco

Tuesday, 9 August 2022

How the Internet is changing us


The Internet is revolutionizing the way we learn, communicate, meet, interact, do business, the way we spend our time, our sleep, in short, the way we live.

Its impact is far from having peaked and has futurists deliberating on exactly where it’s taking humanity. The networked online life has, in its relatively brief history provided unparalleled change of a revolutionary nature mostly benefiting humanity, but it’s not that simple.

We may multitask more but that does not necessarily mean more productivity nor smartness. Some would argue the Web is dumbing us down in our quest to seek instant answers to just about anything life throws at us. Consider how often young people use spare or “dead-time” compared to yesteryear. Read a book? Thankfully many still do, but many more prefer to surf aimlessly or otherwise immerse themselves in social media and its imaginary acquaintances commonly termed, online friends.

The simple impacts include the demise of telegrams, its influence on politics and political campaigns, it’s becoming our first port of call when sick, it’s giving many a form of false celebrity status, its killed phone books, road maps and relationships. Do wrist watches still serve any functional purpose? Will kitchens survive? Think Ubereats. Meeting people at bars, clubs or parks (imagine that) poof.  Music discovery has become a thing of the past, in its place algorithms in apps such as Spotify to curate the songs and genres you or they want you, to like. Entertainment in terms of television (remember that word?) and movies are available whenever and wherever we want.

The internet is having a homogenizing effect far greater than cheap airline travel and killing languages, consider that little of the world's 7000+ languages and dialects have migrated across to the web. Encyclopedias and reference books are out, even Britannica is out of print. Privacy is all but dead, try as you might to remain anonymous.

Recall the days when Web pages were nothing but a bunch of words with scattered hyperlinks? That was Web 1.0 seemingly a lifetime ago and yet Web 2.0, denoting websites that emphasize user-generated content, usability, and interoperability for end users, is only around 16-18 years old depending on your source. What will Web 3.0 bring? Is it already upon us? Some say yes. And what role will Artificial Intelligence play in its emergence?

Combined with globalization, the internet is already changing us not merely as individuals but in terms of cultural identity. Previously understood models of space, time and distance are being turned upside-down. Cultural globalization, for better or worse is upon us and raises an important question for humanity. Considering its profound influence, has the internet and all it encompasses become more than a technology? Will social science practitioners soon refer to it as a kind of cultural artifact that emerged in the late twentieth and early twenty first century?

In the face of rapid exponential adjustment, the perpetual fusion - immersion if you will - of a future internet in our lives and, the way in which it may blur online life as opposed to real life, make it nigh impossible to foretell what our lives will look like, even in as little as 30 years. It would not be unrealistic to suggest that attempts at forecasting likely changes in around 50 to 100 years would render common folk and, perhaps even current day experts, incoherent. If you doubt me, consider how often we hear the term social media today; "social media" as we know it did not exist just 10 years ago.



In the film Her, Theodore has a relationship with an Operating System.

I would argue that the future will brim with opportunity and benefit, but we must begin deliberating upon the potential harmful impacts awaiting humankind and whether we must ever confront challenges of the kind put forward by proponents of dystopia and whether we will ever have to deal with that, “hypothetical instant in time when artificial intelligence and other technologies have become so advanced that humanity undergoes a dramatic and irreversible change” – the singularity moment.

Further reading:



5 Movies that Explain the Concept of Singularity

Feel free to leave a comment:

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Three Notable Axioms


Recently I came across or to be precise, heard three notable axioms while watching one of my favorite shows. There is no need to mention which show here, and perhaps needless to add, the truisms are only notable on a personal level as based on my sum of life experiences and observations.

I shall avoid any exhaustive interpretation of each suffice to say, for mine they resonate as eternal truths, like if you will, being pertinent across the ages. I suggest that they be read with little expectation for it’s possible they will mean far less or, the opposite to you and broadly, other readers. 
  1. Let me explain something to you that in your long life you have not yet had occasion to understand. Friendly relationships are dangerous, they lend themselves to ambiguities, misunderstandings and conflicts and always end badly, formal relations on the other hand are as clear as spring water, their rules are carved in stone, there is no risk of being misunderstood and they last forever … Where there are formal relationships there are rights and where there are rights the earth order reigns …
  2. A man’s past sins are the very one’s he will commit in the future … because man is like God, he never changes …
  3. I’m going to let you in on a secret, ever since I was little I’ve learned to confound people’s ideas about what is going on in my head ….
The first one, - and once again this is a personal interpretation – applies to professional relationships in the workplace, especially corporate where it is best to engage in rules based on rigid observance of internal culture, convention and/or etiquette.    

As for the second one, on a simple level it merely speaks of past behavior as a useful marker for future behavior, but I deduced a secondary connotation. Man has a dark and ominous underside, whether this reflects the archetypal male psyche is subject to much argument, still …

The third brings to bear the games we play as humans, the predictable interactions, the mind games that people engage in through a patterned and predictable set of transactions that always appear outwardly plausible to all present and involved but, which mostly conceal personal motivations.

Your views are most welcome …

Saturday, 15 April 2017

The inescapable truth about dying

Is it one’s age, a recently read book, perhaps the passing of someone close, or a health scare. Since we are all on our own unique journey in life, it’s remains idiosyncratic how suddenly, something triggers thoughts associated with humanity and death hence, mortality. For some, such thoughts strike as if an epiphany of sorts as they get past the age of fifty or later, which is, I believe infantile, given that death, in one form or another, has always been around us, not just in the news but in family.

Personally, the thought of dying, while not uppermost in my mind, does present more often of late, this seems natural and probably due to my age. I felt silly when recently, upon thinking about the possibility of living to a ripe old age of 85 it occurred to me that, being nearly 56, I have completed almost 66% of my stint on this mortal plane. How egocentric on my part to even expect that I reach a minimum chosen age, any age past my present one for that matter. Who am I to dictate how old I must or, even hope to be upon dying, save for having an accident.

Mishaps aside, it occurs to me that there are two broad stages to dying or end of life process. The first stage begins the moment we are born, human life is finite even in the absence of disease, 80, 90, 100 years? It’s pure conjecture and depends on a host of lifestyle and/or genetic factors. The second stage represents society’s accepted characterization whereby a person is diagnosed with an illness and, following a period of unsuccessful treatments the term ‘terminal’ suddenly and chillingly enters the vocabulary. This stage may represent days, months or years.

Call me juvenile but it’s both these stages that from time to time, mess with my mind. My late father was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer at age 64 and died around 22 months later. That was in 2005 or 11 years ago, I was 45, fast forward to my current age and it suddenly occurs to me that if I only live to my father’s age I have around 10 years left. In sum, ill health when coupled with the finite nature of life, combine to give rise to my ruminations about impermanence in the context of being around those I love and in turn, love me.

The inevitable truth about dying is that it’s happening right now to you and me in some form or another, it is indolent but nonetheless occurring, and quantifiably so. The latter needs no scientific apparatus to validate, I only need look at old photographs for visual verification, or take note of the more frequent aches and pains that present.

Socrates suggested that death is really “a change or a migration of the soul from one place to another”, Mother Teresa would add, “but going home to God’, both of which are comforting. As the inevitable draws closer, it is becoming wholly apparent that living fully and embracing it all, the highs and lows, the exultations and the blows, is of fundamental importance to a life well lived regardless of time limitations. This may give us more than a clue to what Mark Twain meant when he said, “The fear of death follows from the fear of life … A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time”.

As an emotive being, I must confess that it is the aforesaid term, “finite” that every so often unsettles me. We’re all limited, we have a predictable and determinate lifespan in linear years that, in the grand scheme of things, represents no more than a miniscule fraction of time past, present and future. And there lies another juvenile conundrum, who am I to question what is unalterable, what has been set by a power greater than the sum of all of us. I have reservations about my finite existence, really, I moot in silent reflection, how laughable in view of its antonym, which just so happens to be, infinite. If my existence is not finite then it must be infinite, God must be laughing too.

As I considered my closing lines to this piece, I find myself intuitively taking solace in the knowledge that many of us do not deliberate on such foreboding thoughts until it they must, until something happens, until dying is thrust upon them, death and all its connotations not merely strikes close to, but nearly always pierces the heart, but then it’s oh so late.

I must live fully now, in all my present moments, it’s my raison d'etre and perhaps yours, Sapientia et Doctrina.


© 2017 Ottavio Marasco. All rights reserved.

Saturday, 24 September 2016

Pale Blue Dot

Voyager 1, which had completed its primary mission and was leaving the Solar System, was commanded by NASA to turn its camera around and take one last photograph of Earth across a great expanse of space, at the request of astronomer and author Carl Sagan.


Pale Blue Dot is a photograph of the Earth taken from the Voyager in 1990 from 6 billion kilometres away. 


This iconic image was taken at the request of famous astronomer, Carl Sagan, as the engineers took one last look at their home planet, which appeared as a tiny dot against the vastness of space.

Carl Sagan opened our eyes to the meaning of this image and life on earth: On that dot “every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives.”
Seen from about 6 billion kilometers, Earth appears as a tiny dot (the blueish-white speck approximately halfway down the brown band to the right) within the darkness of deep space. 
Now follow the Brainpickings.org link in the tweet below, play the video at the site and then reflect on what Sagan says:

Sapientia et Doctrina ... 

Wednesday, 3 August 2016

A Notable Personal Introspection

Considering I was, and have been in varying extents silly, immature, anxious, cruel, reckless and impatient, egotistical, unprofessional, incompetent, irrational and simply bad most often. I refer to the age of 15 - 25 and, to a lesser though still significant extent, between the age of 25 – 35, and again to a lesser but still significant extent, between the age of 35 – 45, and yet again, to a lesser extent from the age of 45 onward .... I am now fantastically successful in my mid fifties.

As I reflect on this, I also realize that at core, I always knew where the “off” button was, I knew when to draw the line, I knew how to maintain the fundamentals right, e.g. marrying the right girl, buying a home, keeping a job, keeping my financials in order etc. I also knew how to maintain appearances and create righteous facades. Nonetheless, this does not diminish the fact that I was, at times very irresponsible, and came too close to outright sabotage and yet, given where I am at this time, being August 2016, in totality I am fantastically successful, in spite of my past foolish idiosyncrasies.

The other realization is that the first paragraph reveals improvement as I grew older, and this is the inspiring feature of my being, better late than never, constant and never-ending improvement to become the man, person, and “individual” I am today.

I am tempted to list the acts that constitute the “foolish idiosyncrasies” to which I refer, however this may not be a worthwhile exercise, more to the point, I feel it would be self-defeating. 

One way to make amends is to continue growing, becoming better and ultimately more successful still...

Thursday, 2 June 2016

Radical to forms of liberal Islam – Is intrinsic change possible in a new country, Australia?


"... it is my belief that we can never discount the possibility that radical Muslims or simply those susceptible to elements of such will remain a threat to our way of life, not merely those from abroad but unfortunately and most alarmingly, the home grown variety ..."

Recent mumblings about the failure of multiculturalism coming out of Europe, in addition to the ongoing spats about race and immigration issues here in Australia, not to mention Islamic threats cultivated within our borders have left me wondering whether our terrorist fears stem from issues associated with integration, pure racism or actual terrorist threats. Let us be honest, we have problems associated with race or otherwise, anti-Muslim sentiments as demonstrated by recent findings that show, 1 in 10 Australians have “very problematic views on diversity and on ethnic difference". In a recent discussion with friends they seemed to justify their concern in terms of possible terror threats posed by those arriving on our shores illegally.

Is this concern valid? This is a question I posed several years ago when writing a short piece whilst at University where the topic was ‘change’. Specifically,  can those illegals who harbour radical elements of their faith change by abandoning such beliefs as they commune within their new society, moving away from considerations of the extreme or moderately fanatical elements of Islamic thought - moving therefore, from radical to forms of liberal Islam.

Upon reading it once again, I got thinking about how it might apply to personal change in relation to religious doctrine and beliefs, not just adaptation but rather, deep seated and cultural transformation among Muslims living for example, in the United States, Great Britain and Australia.

I refer to the tens of thousands of Muslims that form part of our communities and in particular, what proportion of them may harbour radical elements of their faith. Unfortunately, studies reveal that a small but significant segment not only sympathise with their radical colleagues but have a propensity to consider and carry out violent acts against westerners in spite of an entire lifetime living amongst and appearing to outwardly enjoy the benefits of the societies in which they reside. How could this be? I should add that the percentage of Islamists who pose a danger to their communities within for example, Australia would be very, very small, perhaps minuscule, but as we noted with the London bombings and the 9/11 attacks it does not take many to inflict harm on a massive scale.

It poses more questions, does ones external environment and the behavioural modifications and modes of personal conduct associated with such, lead to permanent change. I guess we need to consider the question of change as it relates to the common oxford definition, one that refers to a person 'making or becoming different', because of environmental factors. This obliges me to consider that age-old concept of modernism, in particular, the modernist concept of a 'true (constant) self'.

I am of the opinion that participation within our way of life does indeed involve being changed and changing oneself however, I do not feel that the change is intrinsic, and accordingly, the modernism concept of a 'true self' is compelling.

I do not wish to delve into comprehensive considerations about “concepts of self”, as one could write a thesis in this area alone; it is easier to restrict the discussion to the more discernible elements of Muslims within our social order.

All societies have unique characteristics that provoke different thoughts and subsequent actions amongst it participants. They also all have there own grand and historical elements that present a multifaceted culture both as a whole and within its parts. Even as there are various consistencies and diffusion amongst different groups, disciplines, and sub-cultures, a person (in this case Muslim) may at least, be influenced by a society’s ‘different norms and values’ … ‘patterns of power and authority’ … ‘different standards’ … [and] ‘modes of expression’ (Kolb, David, 1981 p.233). The influence of a society is exacted circuitously upon individuals through the processes and norms of its institutions and this represents but one way that a culture, exacts change (the accepted social order) upon partakers. Whether this influence inhibits or promotes real change toward westernisation, depends on the person’s disposition and worldview (the overall perspective from which one sees and interprets the world), and we know how much this can vary between different cultures and religions. At another level, the extent of change, obligatory or otherwise, will contrast amongst individuals again depending on their worldview, (which also includes their deep seated beliefs), but also made subjective by their education, specifically the disciplines one may study. Incidentally, education of even the highest standards does not; in itself guarantee to purge ones deep-seated and fundamental beliefs.

Of course one can also mount a plausible contrasting argument on the belief that any modifications of behaviour as a result of environmental factors are in fact indicative of real and lasting change, arguing that humans are ‘fragmented’, ‘fluid’ and ‘constructed’; that ones experiences lend to the construction of self – classic post modernism, (this is in contrast to modernism views expressed and defined with terms such as, 'fixed' and having a 'true', 'unified', and essential self). Uncertainties in relation to which concept of self applies arise when one acknowledges the difference in human modes of conduct, in differing life roles. We may be one self as a mother, sister, or brother, a different self as an employee and different again depending on our roles. The different contexts create a problem, thus we mistakenly confuse behavioural changes and environmentally induced responses with concepts of self, believing that they are more representative of Post Modernism thinking. Here I cannot agree, imagine if you will moving to a strictly Muslim nation, behaviorally you may present differently but can you really expect to discard all that you have been, all that has been indoctrinated into your being through socialisation and guardians over time within your home culture? Will your fundamental worldview shift at all, let alone profoundly?

Like all humans, Muslims aspire to certain universal attributes of character and whilst these may differ amongst them, the majority (like all of us) seek to be content, happy, and good as based around an established worldview (and self) that minimally takes into account race, gender, class, geography and present and past cultures that they, may have experienced. There is a lot to take into account hence, this needs to be considered as part of our attempt to understand the inner beliefs and ruminations of the radical Islamist and the depth of hatred toward anyone whose beliefs run contrary.

The process of being changed and changing as a person lends to the exploration of feelings of, and about life goals and purpose. Thus membership and participation in our, or indeed any society/culture facilitates and contributes to a process whereby, 'the meaning of … personal directions' is explored thus guiding the person toward that which is the essential, already constructed self, so as to move toward, ' … that self which one already is' (Rogers, Carl R. 1967). Therefore, it goes that in spite of all life experiences and the resulting outward change exhibited by Islamists, age-old questions linger. It is as if there is inherent within, a quest to move toward the 'true self'; that self which has always been. As Carl Roger's states, an ‘individual moves toward being, knowingly and acceptingly, the process which he inwardly and actually is … listening to the deepest recesses of his … being'. As an example, I vividly recall a conversation with a group of young (twenty something) Bosnian Serbs as we discussed news reports about Bosnian Serb soldiers systematically executing as many as 2,000 Muslim prisoners after taking the UN ''safe area'' of Srebrenica. To my disbelief, the young Australian born Serbs completely condoned the actions of their compatriots overseas. Probing for explanations one of them simply said, “I don’t know, I just feel it here,” pointing to the centre of his chest, added another, “It’s in the blood”.

Accordingly, it is my belief that we can never discount the possibility that radical Muslims or simply those susceptible to elements of such will remain a threat to our way of life, not merely those from aboard but unfortunately and most alarmingly, the home grown variety.

We humans have a central 'true self' that remains intact throughout our lives in spite of society’s dominant contemporary and historical permanence, its institutional processes, values, ideology, culture and sub-cultures.

If I am right, even partially so, what is the most constructive way to deal with our local Muslim populations? Wouldn't any attempt to indoctrinate them in terms of western values be an exercise in futility? Is acceptance and tolerance the answer? Perhaps as a way of teaching them the values of mutual respect for all cultures and race.

What do you think?


© 2016 Ottavio Marasco. All rights reserved.

References:

Rogers, Carl R. 1967, 'To be that self which one truly is': A therapist's view of personal goals', On Becoming a Person: A therapist's view of psychotherapy, Constable, London, pp. 163-182.

Kolb, David A. 1981, 'Learning styles and disciplinary differences' in Chickerine, Arthur W. & Associates, The Modern American College, Jossey Bass, San Francisco, pp. 232 - 235 and 251 - 252.

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Moments of Reflection

Travelling home on a train in moments of personal reflection, I wrote:

I am neither good nor bad; assuming I know what constitutes such. I am incomplete, can one be complete? Seems all is in a state of perpetual flux, searching amid moving ever-changing environs inside and out, not the I am lost, far from it. This I know, I know I am, I exist, I am energy of such volume as to constitute discernible matter, mass if you will. I am everything and nothing; I am past, present and future in any given earthly moment.

Could such thoughts, such introspection signal growth, maturity, wisdom?

Sapientia et Doctrina

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

A Good Enough Life

I am getting on, it is time to take some stock, to pause, reflect and map for I am embedded within an age bracket known as the early fifties, and how do I know?

Apart from the obvious, that I was born a few months after the construction of the Berlin Wall, read again, I did not say fall of the Berlin Wall! Moreover, how palpable it is, when I gaze into the mirror each morning, not to mention the many small impromptu reminders that present. Like when Twitter notifies me that I have a new follower today. Eager to see who, I touch the little white birdy on my smart phone screen and presto, the new follower is, The 50+ Feed with a profile that reads, “A steady feed of news, commentary and resources relevant to the culture, legacy, health, happiness, wisdom and well being of today's 50+ population”.  I'm drawn to the term legacy, so follow back.

Advice is good and though my life is not travelling that smooth, – I have teenage kids – I know that nobody can say theirs is perfect, not unless they lie. Still, my ever-evolving life on this mortal plane with its diminishing highs and incessant lows, the latter seemingly so low as to be of a subterraneous quality of late, has taught me a thing or two. Therefore, as I now enter the second half of my early 50’s, I have concluded that I am in the midst of a good enough life, and have compiled a small, not so insignificant inventory of lessons that smooth my path in this fluid, constructed and yet unconstructed, chaotic though organised reality.

  • Have you heard the expression or idiom, “are you finished?” or, “all done?” well sorry to say, but in life it is never done, nothing is ever complete
  • Life is great but some days are boring, mundane and routine
  • Sometimes you have to do so much to achieve so little, kind of like, eating an artichoke 
  • It is more than okay if your home is in a mess even though, the infomercial world tells us that it must always present like a showroom 
  • There is nothing more pointless or common than doing the same things over and over, but expecting different results
  • When people ask, “how are you?’ and you reply, “I’m good yourself?” or worse still, you reply like those Boston, New England types with the irritable “excellent you?” I can assure you, they know you really mean, life sucks  
  • It is probably a good idea to tell those you care about that you love them, though sometimes it is also a good idea to refrain from such, let them sweat a tad
  • Whenever restless or anxious in bed remember, sleep eventually comes though maybe not tonight
  • If you occasionally think monogamy is tough it’s okay, the storm will eventually pass, but careful what you get up to in storms eye
  • You are ultimately, what you do, not what you say you will do
  • Any relationship is selfishly controlled by the one who cares least
  • Feelings follow behaviour
  • Not all who wander are lost – are your kids or a family members failing at school or withering in some endeavour? Many hippies and counterculture types that rebelled in the late 60’s eventually became successful white-collar professionals later in life
  • Sometimes you hate those you love 
  • You can survive without daily to do lists
  • Promise yourself, that you will punch the lights out of the next person that says, ‘a new paradigm of thought’
  • Sometimes you are just too damn busy to catch up with friends and if they do not understand, they were not your friends after all
  • Family life is tough
  • You can feel guilty for doing what is right like going to work, though equally, you can feel guilty for not going to work
  • As you get older, you grow smaller, an obvious oxymoron
  • If it helps, it is okay to suggest that your wife shop at Victoria’s Secret and if she does not get it, she should
  • Red wine is tonic
  • If you feel the others have normal lives then you do not know them well
  • If you do not plan for or schedule sex, it’s probably not going to happen
  • Sometimes 2-minute noodles are okay for tea, or if you are of Italian derivative, pasta e burro is fine to
  • We have choices and the advertising world pounds this in us. Moreover, if for a moment, you thought that advertisers pay us little or no attention think again. Recall all those insurance, funeral plan and retirement village ads you hear on those easy listening stations
  • Dark chocolate is bliss the more cocoa the better  
  • How others perceive you ought not to be of concern
  • Vigorous exercise is the best antidepressant, vigorous sex better still
  • Growing old is not avoidable  
  • You think life sucks until the doc utters the word cancer
  • Health is king!
  • Lists are for losers
Comments always welcomed


© 2014 Ottavio Marasco. All rights reserved.