A few days ago, I was considering writing this blog post and titling it Will you stay in for me? As Malta announces harsher measures to combat Covid-19, this title isn’t that apt, I guess, because at this point, excuse the harshness, you’d have to be an idiot to not comply.Continue reading
The day the music died (literally)
It was the year 2000 when I was introduced to the wonder that is Vinicio Capossela. A master like few the world has seen.
He is humble, his musicality original, raw, full of fire, his lyrics poems of the highest order. Above all, he reaches out and touches the human condition in a way that speaks volumes to me, walking that fine line between nostalgia and melancholy, verve and rhythm, yearning and desire, passion and soul. As I read somewhere, he is a visionary dreamer. And through him, we too dream. Continue reading
Stand up and be counted
Malta’s Prime Minister Joseph Muscat has said he will stay away from today’s demonstration calling for justice in the wake of the assassination of journalist Daphne Caruana Galizia last Monday.
Why I’m not disappointed with the electorate
The writing was on the wall (and in my previous blog posts). The result isn’t surprising at all to me and no, it isn’t only because a % of the population have been bought.
Standing up to be counted
I’ve never been one for political parties, at least not in the local sense. They seem to me to bring out the worst in people as opposed to the best.
Quo vadis, Malta?
This post has been a while coming. I needed to process, to sift through my thoughts and the goings-on around me.
But this morning I came face-to-face with something that horrified me and shocked me to the bone. Continue reading
The scourge of duality
Fair warning: this is NOT a happy post.
The premise to this rambling is that I am certainly not qualified to write about politics. While I’m highly interested in that of the capital P variety, and totally uninterested in the one of the small p ilk, I have no academic background in the matter, nor any scientific one for the matter. I am, simply, an invested world citizen with my own views, but then, aren’t we all? Continue reading
The day the music died
Sitting down to write this post, I wasn’t quite sure where to begin.
Should I address the incredulity that I, and it seems a big part of the world, am feeling? Should I focus on what such a person in power could mean for our future? How about what this says about our acceptance of women in high positions? Perhaps, in the wise words of Julie Andrews a.k.a. Maria von Trapp, the very beginning would be best. Continue reading
Marina Abramović and the age of the narcissist
So Spazju Kreattiv are screening the documentary The Space in Between: Marina Abramović and Brazil.
It’s touted to be a journey of self-discovery for the controversial Serbian artist as she travels through Brazil in search of personal healing, artistic inspiration and an experience of sacred rituals to reveal her creative process.
Now, I have never been a fan of Abramović’s personally. Continue reading
I was home-schooled once, sort of…
So today, I came across this article in our local media about parents lobbying to get home-schooling accepted in Malta as a valid educational choice.
While I am not personally against home schooling and am sure that it has many benefits too, painting it as a ‘saving grace’, as the article seems to point out these parents are doing, is taking matters too far, surely.
It may be a valid option, but is there the need to vilify other educative methods? Continue reading