We all know that astrology is a myth, a gimmick, a fairy tale—an excuse we've built for ourselves to claim that certain behaviors and attitudes aren't "our fault," but rather depend on whether an astral conjunction is in our favor or not. On the gravitational interaction of (relatively) distant and unreachable objects in the cosmos.

And yet, reality often seems to back up the magazine gossip and horoscopes. Just yesterday, in fact, I was reflecting on the fact that my longest-lasting friendships—the people I enjoy seeing and hang out with most often—all celebrate their birthdays on these dates: early March, late May, late September / early October, early November.

Invariably. They all belong to specific zodiac signs that are compatible with mine. Coincidence?

I was fifteen, dreams were big, life was easy, motorcycles were fast and beautiful

When I started reading comics (again) in 1993 on Amazing Spider-Man, in Italy, they were printing the arc drawn by Sal Buscema, with the Vulture and Harry Osborne as the Green Goblin. Also Vermin was an enemy of our hero.

Sal was very different from his brother in terms of style and page layout. But still he was able to capture feelings, powers, and energy of each character on the page. Maybe he won't be remembered as one of the greatest. But for me he will always be a good storyteller, and I'll miss him.

R.I.P. Sal…

Found moments ago over Mastodon this photo is simply amazing. If sums up so many feeling and memories that somewhat is overwhelming to me.

How I feel, and lots of friends seems to be in the same situation as me :-/

… of my blogging history in English, mainly thanks to WordPress.com which has hosted most of my posts without issues. I have moved away from the platform a couple of years ago, but still I own an account since my usage of other "Automattic" services like Akismet or Reader feature or, most importantly, the Gravatar service.

Happy anniversary to me, and kudos to them for keeping up a great and reliable platform for all those years.

Ciao! I'm still here and doing well.
Just not feeling in the mood of sharing anything in particular.

Like last 6 years, on my main blog, I've answered the "40 questions you have to ask yourself each year" list. If you're interested point your browser here.

Today I came across to this photo of Larry Wilkox on a Kawasaki bike, remembering the old tims of the CHIPs tv-show that wen on-air in the USA from 1977 to 1983.
As far as I can remember the show came to Italy with little ‘delay’ so I clearly remember my 10 years-old me watching the show during lunch or afternoon snack.
The show, with a couple of others, was essential to my interest in bikes at later age … and today, as you've come to see recently.

After two or three years I had the chance to make a ride with a fellow motorcyclist known over Instagram, that later I discovered living in the town near mine. He took this picture of me … and I love it!

P.S. = my bike, after 8 years, is still in stock configuration. There are many customization I could do but, no real gain implementing those and I prefer to spend my money on fuel and technical apparel.

Although my son has been flooding my music stream with songs of questionable taste and abysmal quality these past few weeks, my musical taste has entirely different roots, far from his musical world.
At this hour, the world mourns the passing of drummer Jack DeJonette who, along with a plethora of other jazz musicians, established musical and aesthetic standards that will forever remain a cornerstone in music.

This trio album represents one of the most significant and fruitful collaborations this artist left us (along with his partners-in-crime).