We are, I think all the fatigue, leaving the period of holy days. The only thing missing and then we put the witch in the cellar until next December 8 Christmas tree (with all the balls), the crib (with the figures every year more and more chipped) for lunches and anguish, gifts and family.
days ago, at the beginning of the festival Christmas, I had to buy some 'wine shop where wine is usually served. Besides the many labels, the talented Alessandro B. offers me also his pleasure to chat, wine and more. For some 'time to buy the wines almost exclusively so-called "natural" or produced in accordance with a methodology that has as its priority the respect of the territory. They are the result of non-intensive crops (ie low yield per hectare) and are obtained through traditional winemaking techniques, without the use of additives. The result is an unusual wine, often edgy, because its strongest features are not smoothed in any way. In addition, because of the lack of chemical stabilizers, may also be a great variability in the quality of wine, bottle to bottle. It is, reflected with Alexander, wine difficult to adapt to today's market. The marketing claims immediately recognizable, high profit margins, ease of use, high standardization. Wine all the same for all consumers the same. The only thing that really matters is the amount that you can sell, while the quality is just as necessary to make the quantity.
Thus almost everywhere. Leaving aside political considerations (eg whether it is right or not this economic system that rewards almost exclusively the property), there is another question, in my opinion now unavoidable: that capitalism (hyperconsumeristic and global) and, especially, the marketing - that the system is both guard and cannon - producing misery even before wealth. This is a reflection that we do not want to do and that weighs on us. We prefer to watch on TV (with less and less participation) in the tale of family tragedies, which, although now very frequent, we continue to say unpredictable and inexplicable.
At the bottom of everything, I'm afraid there's just the now completely happened overlap of what is with what you have. We want money, power, career to show the world our worth in the hope that others, recognizing those things, we finally explain what really worth. Everything is now kind of consumption, even (And perhaps especially) personal relationships. On the radio, these days, we hear complaints that a car dealership, to entice prospective customers to buy at a rate of their expensive machines, produced a spot which is more or less like this: a girl, her voice by Lolita in the mood for a tantrum, make: "I want it, want it, want it, want it now ..." . The boy, in an excited tone as a teenager devastated by adult masturbation, answers ready, hopeful and allusive "You want it? Here I am ". Lolita At that point, I imagine casually raising an eyebrow, said: "But who? You? I spoke of ... " and appoint a suv last generation to which we will here the fictitious name of Baracca. Cut to music, then a speaker read out the installment plan that would allow the youth to eventually not have the car, but Lolita. Closing the spot assigned to him, winking at her, to us at all, says "New Cabin! So maybe .... ".
- "Gentlemen, it was an honor playing with you tonight."
days ago, at the beginning of the festival Christmas, I had to buy some 'wine shop where wine is usually served. Besides the many labels, the talented Alessandro B. offers me also his pleasure to chat, wine and more. For some 'time to buy the wines almost exclusively so-called "natural" or produced in accordance with a methodology that has as its priority the respect of the territory. They are the result of non-intensive crops (ie low yield per hectare) and are obtained through traditional winemaking techniques, without the use of additives. The result is an unusual wine, often edgy, because its strongest features are not smoothed in any way. In addition, because of the lack of chemical stabilizers, may also be a great variability in the quality of wine, bottle to bottle. It is, reflected with Alexander, wine difficult to adapt to today's market. The marketing claims immediately recognizable, high profit margins, ease of use, high standardization. Wine all the same for all consumers the same. The only thing that really matters is the amount that you can sell, while the quality is just as necessary to make the quantity.
Thus almost everywhere. Leaving aside political considerations (eg whether it is right or not this economic system that rewards almost exclusively the property), there is another question, in my opinion now unavoidable: that capitalism (hyperconsumeristic and global) and, especially, the marketing - that the system is both guard and cannon - producing misery even before wealth. This is a reflection that we do not want to do and that weighs on us. We prefer to watch on TV (with less and less participation) in the tale of family tragedies, which, although now very frequent, we continue to say unpredictable and inexplicable.
At the bottom of everything, I'm afraid there's just the now completely happened overlap of what is with what you have. We want money, power, career to show the world our worth in the hope that others, recognizing those things, we finally explain what really worth. Everything is now kind of consumption, even (And perhaps especially) personal relationships. On the radio, these days, we hear complaints that a car dealership, to entice prospective customers to buy at a rate of their expensive machines, produced a spot which is more or less like this: a girl, her voice by Lolita in the mood for a tantrum, make: "I want it, want it, want it, want it now ..." . The boy, in an excited tone as a teenager devastated by adult masturbation, answers ready, hopeful and allusive "You want it? Here I am ". Lolita At that point, I imagine casually raising an eyebrow, said: "But who? You? I spoke of ... " and appoint a suv last generation to which we will here the fictitious name of Baracca. Cut to music, then a speaker read out the installment plan that would allow the youth to eventually not have the car, but Lolita. Closing the spot assigned to him, winking at her, to us at all, says "New Cabin! So maybe .... ".
- "Gentlemen, it was an honor playing with you tonight."
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