Creating wonderful art with nature is a masterpiece for the eyes to admire. It looks so good, would you eat it?
A LITTLE BIT OF HISTORY:
Filippo Tommaso Marinetti was the first artist in the modern era to think of the preparation and consumption of food as art. The avant-garde Futurist movement, formed by Marinetti and other artists in Milan in 1909, embraced the industrial age and all things mechanical—from automobiles and planes to manufacturing methods and city planning. They thought cooking and dining, so central to everyone’s day-to-day lives, should also be central to their farsighted, far-out ideals.
Enjoying a Barbra Streisand concert on cable, delightful voice and musical interpretation. She sang a song from the “Sound Of Music”, beautifully, magnificent. But I have a problem with a part of the lyrics of this song.
I will tell you first a little bit of my musical experience so you know why I dare to criticize (in a constructive way, of course) the lyrics of this song.
I happen to be a musician. I play the guitar and sing very well, actually. I sang professionally in my youth to pay for my medical career. I studied music, singing lessons and musical composicion: music and lyrics, in Bellas Artes in Mexico City. So I think I have a very good idea of what I am talking about, but I am always open for a healthy debate and to change my mind if somebody is willing to explain to me why I am wrong in my assertion about this song:
“Climb Every Mountain” — Written by Rodgers And Hammerstein.
This show tune was written for the 1959 musical “The Sound of Music” and sung by the Mother Abbess.
The problem I have with, is highlighted and I will tell you why below the lyrics:
Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow ‘Till you find your dream
It should say “reach” your dream, not find your dream. You already need to have found your dream, this is “know” your dream, then climb every mountain, until you reach it. And I don’t see any problem with the rhyme. Changing the word find to reach would not affect the tune nor the octaves, but it would make a lot more sense, and it would have more psychological and inspirational impact, in my opinion.
Amazing artistic architects create homes that are unique wonders around the world. The singular winsomeness of these structures are mind and eye captivating.
Some of them might look uncomfortable or rustic, but they have the most modern technology and ample spaces to perform any activity within the house. The bedrooms, living rooms and bathrooms of these houses are enormous.
For example, the retro design of the first house image (the Flintstones Cave house) is most certainly not stuck in the past. It comes with spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean, a large television area, a spacious kitchen and fully working WI-FI.
The second image is the Star Trek House. It is designed with the interior of the Star Trek Voyager spaceship, complete with LED lighting and intergalactic sound effects.
The third house is House Spitbank Fort in the Solent near Portsmouth Harbour
The fourth image is of a floating house, which is very stable and combines both nautical and modern luxury. It boasts 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a rooftop terrace, a boat lift and deed parking.
Living is an art or is a path to destruction, and unfortunately the lack of love and compassion within the family structure is what triggers so much loneliness, depression and anxiety in many.
We are born, if we are lucky enough, to two loving parents who care about us so much to let us grow into kind, compassionate and successful human beings. But sometimes things go wrong: the family is dysfunctional, parents or children don’t care about each other. They become bitter and depressive, even when they finish graduate or post-graduate school; hey, maybe they even become rich, but no matter what they do in life unhappiness is always there.
These kind of frustrated person is the one that we should not become, it is the type of individual we all should avoid in our lives. They just drain the merriment out of us because it is the only way for them to find “joy”: when others are unhappy or unfortunate.
I would say to them: “Be happy, let others be joyful … let others live”
In Extremis: The Life and Death of the War Correspondent Marie Colvin
Marie Colvin, the headmost war reporter of her generation was killed in Syria in 2012 at age 56 by an IED (Improvised Explosive Device). The world of journalism lost a great and iconoclastic correspondent, a fearless female who covered the most destructive global calamities of our times.
She lost an eye when she was reporting in Sri Lanka at the end of the civil war. She interviewed Gaddafi twice, and risked her life covering conflict in Chechnya, East Timor, Kosovo, Sierra Leone, and Zimbabwe.
Her personal life was highly interesting as it was her professional one: extremely motivated, bold and unpredictable. She married several times, drank heavily, suffered from PTSD and never allowed anyone to box her into what society expects from women’s roles.
From November 30 to December 2nd the greatest exponents of this fantastic musical genre jazz enlightened a part of earth and its inhabitants with celestial musical notes, with magisterial interpretations that took the listeners to the highest levels of heaven on earth. The joy in each assistant was obvious.
We could feel each note penetrating our soul with tenderness sometimes, others, with majestic savage rhythm, making us gleeful in the middle of paradise, the sea waves sound seemed to touch the music coming out the instruments and vocal cords of the musicians and singers. The palm trees were dancing to this marry-making of glorious sounds.