Mildred and Hertfod are fantastic!

Last night I had a lovely dinner at an Italian restaurant in Soho called Amalfi, I know what are the odds! I used to manage an Amalfi restaurant in LA!

The table were quite small and way too close to your "neighbors".

Then the most entertaining thing happened. This old couple set next to our table. I don't know their names, I wish I did. I decided to name them Mildred and Hertford, they just looked like they deserved good old English names. They were both very distinguished and elegant looking. She was wearing a red blazer, her hair in between a very delicate blond and white styled in a long bob cut. He had bright white hair, a bit of a longer haircut... sort of resembled the hair of a King from a deck of cards. They ordered two glasses of red wine, and she also had an appetizer. He did not eat. They were so lively and interesting that my friend and I couldn't help nor stop listening and spying on them. They became the best "live show" I had seen in a long time. Hertford was wearing enormous glasses with a black plastic frame, he had one of this little cords you attach to your glasses so you can wear them down and not lose them... however he had tied the little cord really tight around his head. I suppose to better hold his gigantic glasses over his face. They spoke and told each other stories non-stop. They were incredibly loud! I was not annoyed though. I think they were really good friends, they must have known each other for ages. The funny thing is that despite their very regal appearance they were cursing like sailors while gossiping about the entire world! I heard it all, form "fuck" to "shit", to "bastard", "wanker"... you name it! In the same sentences they managed to speak about Michael Douglas... it sounded like they personally knew him, and an infinite number of other celebrities. The stories were hysterical! I wish I had videotaped them. This could have been a terrific sitcom. They were beautiful. I wanted to just push our table right next to them and just ask them all sort of random questions. These are the type of people who catch my interest. My friend almost took a secret picture of them with his phone. I assume they both worked in the theater world, they were definitely thespians. Maybe he was a director and she was an actress. I loved them. I whish I personally knew them and had wine with them every night while listening to all their magical and naughty stories. Seeing them made me think that if I do get to that age, that is how I would love to be. I would love to still be able to go out with an old friend to catch up, drink wine, talk as loud as you want while cursing and not caring that everyone else can hear you. Being full of spunk and still interesting. I don't really know anything more about Mildred and Hertford except that it was probably the first time I looked an old couple not feeling pity for them, subsequently not fearing of becoming old, sick and helpless. I think I was a bit jealous actually. Who knows maybe I will run into them again, and I will use any excuse to introduce myself!
Eccentric and magic shall be the way I remember them.

Obama Speech to Congress

Last Tuesday I stayed up until past 3am to watch live on BBC Obama's speech. I was exhausted but it was worth it every minute of it. The announcer started by listing names of all attendees. As soon as Obama was showing to be slightly late, the announcer had to pick on it. I found that irritating, but I tried to ignore the rude journalist. As the President entered I could feel the excitement that was generating in the room. As he arrived at his podium, he looked around searching for Michelle. He looked at her smiling and Michelle looked back at him and silently told him "I Love You" (I read her lips) and his smile got even bigger. I knew then, this was going to be a very special and exciting speech. I felt something, I felt some sort of anxious anticipation for hearing his statement. I was honestly glued to the screen the whole hour, I avidly tried to absorb every word he pronounced. It has been said before that he is charismatic, eloquent, and engaging. I agree with it. He really is an amazing speaker who enchants the viewers. He has such a positive aura. He showed no fear as he started his confident speech about convincing the nation to approve the largest stimulus package. But there is no fear and negativeness in his theories. He has no problem being honest about the situation being lived at the moment by the USA. He said "The impact of this recession is real". But then he added "We will rebuild, We will recover, We will emerge stronger than before". That is a leader I want to follow! While he speaks he brings tears in eyes from the emotion I'm experiencing. I really adore this man! "We must take responsibility for the future", yes I agree! I of course cheer in excitement as soon as he mentions "new sources of energy need to be utilized". After this introduction he states what his priorities will be. "Energy, Education and Health Care" are at the top of his list. I feel like I'm hypnotized by him. Is this too good to be true? Can he really be so incredible whether or not he will successfully reach his goals? I realize that he's believable and powerful about the way he voices his sentences because he repeats them. Yes, he tends to repeat with conviction the key statements twice or even three times, to really imprint them on the audience and make them real. He's so passionate. "Our economy slowly but surely will recover". Am I being naif? I don't think so. I really do see the vision he has for America. He is made of Bold Actions and Bright Ideas as he says that the nations was formed by such. I won't repeat all of his brilliant words, it wouldn't have the same affect anyway. I'm writing the ones that had a bigger impact on me, because I don't want to forget them. Towards the end everyone must have stood and clapped every 2 minutes, which made it look a bit comical. Especially when I noticed that Joe Biden was getting really tired of standing up and down all the time. That made me giggle. I also noticed a few people who are obviously not big fans of Obama making ugly faces while he spoke. Well, the whole world saw their dumb and ugly faces, so there!
After the speech I felt reassured. How powerful is that?

Can I say "helicopter envy"?

One of my dearest and closest friends in LA introduced me a while back to The Huffington Post site. I will call my friend Miss Twinkle Pink. She is not only fabulous and smart, but funny and an incredibly talented writer and I can only dream one day to gain even a tenth of her talent. She is one of my role models and she always keeps me up to date with the latest news. Anyway, if you're not familiar with this news site, you should check it out.

I just saw the video with Obama and McCain. Please see this link if you have missed it:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/02/23/mccain-grills-obama-on-ma_n_169267.html

Is it me or have politics turned into such a live never-ending comedy source? Maybe it's because I didn't follow politics as much when I was younger. But it seems to me like it gets funnier and funnier (although the peak was definitely reached during the hysterical and a bit scary Palin appearance).

It is so obvious that McCain is having a major temper-tantrum about not having a Presidential Helicopter of his own! Look at the expression on his face on the photograph included with the article! He looks like an old angry baby! President Obama is as usual being his eloquent and elegant self, he's performing a great speech at the president's fiscal responsibility summit. He ends it with his gracefulness asking for McCain advice on the matter.... and all Little Angry John can come up with is a rant about the presidential helicopter!!! That is fucking hilarious! Once again he managed to make himself look like an envious and pathetic loser. He just can't give up, can he? YOU LOST!!! Be grateful that the new President is smart enough to know how to be diplomatic and still have a good and very polite sense of humor. Obama's reply was nothing less than brilliant! "The helicopter I have now seems perfectly adequate to me. Of course, I've never had a helicopter before. You know? Maybe -- maybe I've been deprived and I didn't know it."

What can I say? The more I get to know this President the more I really fall in love with him. I'm really still so amazed and happy that I was able to be part of such an historic election. I like his view, his ideas, and his speeches. I'm a realist and I'm aware that he will not be able to fix this catastrophic situation over night. But I really have faith in him. And you will rarely hear me say that I have faith in a Political figure. Here in the UK I think that people are quite skeptical of him. They like him but they question his intentions. But then again I think it's in the British blood to question everything. They do so during normal conversation. They don't make statements, they ask questions... not actually even statements have questions marks. Ok, I'm side-tracking, this should be saved for a different posting.

My point was that with everything else that needs to be re-designed with over scrutinized strategies to help the economy raise from this "quick-sand" hole of deficit; John McCain BIG suggestion was to complaint about President Obama's helicopter! Thank goodness for the Republicans that keep on causing good live comedy to lighten up the news.

Esoteros was not alone...

... there two other shining stars that completed the "girls" circle in Florida. The Sexy Dancing and the Funky Beat! All four of met 10 years ago in Florida and we all worked together with the same airline. All four so different and so alike, so funny, so incredible and beautiful.

Sexy Dancing, well the name gives it away. She will dance and dance non-stop. I envy her salsa moves! Sexy Dancing has the innate way of moving with rhythm and grace while laughing and managing to move her behind in perfect circles with absolutely NO effort! She has one of the most contagious laughs! We think a lot alike and often words are not needed to explain to each other when what we are going through, we just know! She is the type of friend that will finish your sentence. She once dressed like blue and glittery angel for Halloween. By the time she was highly intoxicated she refused to let anyone close to the Karaoke microphone! She sang this song I had never heard about and did a whole interpretive dance along with it. I wish I had a video to post...

Funky Beat! She is the queen of sarcasm, dry humor and philosophy. Bright and creative she will always crack me up. She used to call me Memos, I was not a big fan of that. Funky Beat will make fun of anyone and does not care if you get it or not. I have this picture of Funky Beat while we are at a restaurant with Magnesia, and Funky Beat is showing me a plate with crab cakes... the look on her face is priceless! No words needed, SO funny! How do some people manage to be so naturally funny. And how lucky am I for being friends with all the funniest people in the world? Funky Beat is not just funny though, she has a heart of gold.

All right I covered Florida and Virginia... next will be my friends from Denmark.... oh wait I don't have any friends there yet. Funky Beat will have to translate, if I remember correctly she is fluent in Danish.

My 2 followers...

...my first two followers. I feel like I must talk about them! First of all (we are still in Academy Awards' atmosphere), I would like to thank all my amazing friends that have been so far reading my silly blog and writing me wonderful words of encouragement. THANK YOU!
So I see that only 2 of my friends signed up to follow the blog. Which I find very amusing! Is it because they are nosier than the rest and want to know every time I update it? Is it because they unconditionally love me and will do anything to support my projects? Or maybe, just maybe... is it that the rest of my friends is afraid to sign up? Is it because they will feel exposed? Or want to secretly follow up without being noticed? Or they just don't care about it which is totally understandable.
Anyway, back to my brave first two followers.
One I will call Magnesia (you know who you are!), the second was sneaky enough to find already a name... Esoteros. So these is how I will refer to them from now on.

I met Magnesia 15 years ago! We became best friends instantly. It was really love at first sight, not that kind of love! We met at one my various jobs I've had. It was a crazy little store in a mall in Virginia, one of this store entirely dedicated to endangered species! They had all sort of crap! T-shirts with snow leopards printed on them, Mugs with pandas, Wolves sculptures, Hump-back Whales posters, Christian Lassen's paintings, strange and useless rain-forest toys. But it was a cool place. A percentage of the money was donated to various organizations. Everyone who worked there shared the same love for animals and nature. I just remember spending my days at work laughing with Magnesia! About anything. We would have such laughing fits that we would even be able to help the customers. That is how our friendship started. Since then, although we don't get to see each other as often as we would like, we have always kept in touch. When you move as often as I move as often as I have, you really are able to sift through who the real friends are. The ones that even if they can't go out with you every weekend, they will always be in your life. Magnesia is one of them. His friendship is genuine and eternal. He is one of the funniest people I have EVER met in my life. Together we have had so many real and made-up stories that we could have produced a 10 season sitcom! Something you need to know about him? Magnesia would never eat sushi, loves horror movies, Madonna and he loves to dance sporadic aerobics while cleaning the house.

Esoteros... what a wonderful name! I have met Esoteros 10 years ago while working together for an airline in Florida. This one had to test me to see if I would pass the "girlfriends" circle of trust. I did! One trait must be shared by all the friends I chose to follow me in my life, sense of humor. She also is hilarious! Esoteros is that type that will make the wildest and off the wall remark with a totally straight face, she won't crack, EVER! We once managed to catch with a rope a chair that had escaped from the office and was making its way on the elevator, Esoteros had to warn strangers and people walking the hallways to please be careful and stand back while we captured the fugitive! I have many more stories... but I don't want to reveal them all at once. I just know that Esoteros is another wonderful and caring gem that will be in my circle forever.

I bet now you are all thinking "when is Viola going to talk about me? what name am I going to end up with?". Eventually all my favorite ones will be on this blog. There is no Top 10 here, I list people based on the thoughts in mind at the time I log in. I only listed Magensia and Esoteros first because I saw their names on my blog and made me smile!

I'm an awkward outsider!

My biggest fear was to move back to Europe and feel as a stranger in my own country.... well I made it happen! I admit I never lived in the UK before, but I have visited on several occasions both on leisure or business and always felt at home.
I have been here for two months, and I totally don't blend here. I'm such an outcast! I don't even properly understand people speaking around me. I swear if I have to ask one more time "Excuse me, what did you say?", I might as well shut up and pretend I know what they are talking about while smiling and nodding like a dumb ass.

Things I learned tonight:
* The boss likes to have parties and get everyone drunk at work (that's fun, I can get used to that!)
* Bon Jovi is a Wanker! I didn't even know what a "wanker" meant! Needless to say after a few glasses of wine and the polite explanation from one of my co-workers... I managed to call anyone around me a "wanker"! I did teach them in return the term "douche-bag"!
* I had an amazing conversation with a 70 year old man, I feel much wiser and smarter now!
* I'm not sure they get my humor... but they do think my accent is hilarious! Bunch of wankers!
* I feel and I think I'm older than everyone else.
* For the first time in my life I'm actually aware of my height... and I don't like it!
* I feel like a baby who has to re-learn EVERYTHING!
* I was invited to the Big Chill. I guess it's some sort of fun summer festival... I think it's the British version of Burning Man. Can I just say that I have never in my life being camping, shared a tent with anyone, nor had to be deprived of showering for three days in a row... not sure I would survive that.
* They just don't get that I don't eat mammals and birds as a choice. I never liked the taste of meat as a kid, although I was forced by my parents to eat it. I now don't eat land and air animals because it's my choice. Why? Because it's cruel and I love animals (alive ones), and for health reasons. I have been chatted my head away about what I'm missing by not eating an English roast! Can I just say... YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME WANKER!
* I haven't managed to dress warm and still look sexy yet. It would help if had my stylist I call Cookie here.
* I know nothing about today's Italian pop-culture... it makes me feel like a fake Italian... however I know way too much about useless American celebrities gossip.

Moral of the story? None really, just that it's a Monday night and after too many bottles of wine I now wish it was Friday night!

Isla Fisher is adorable!

I can't believe I'm about to admit that I went to see "Confessions of a shopaholic"... but I did! I needed to get out of the house and just go see something silly with zero expectations. The movie is what you probably expect, the typical girlie comedy with plenty of "sudden" and tragic misfortunes happening. The cast is good, it has a predictable good ending. Which inevitability irritates me because it's so fake. However this time I was so distracted by the beautiful and very talented lead actress (Isla Fisher) that I forgot to be annoyed with the movie!! I actually highly enjoyed it and I really had quite a few good laughs. Isla is terrific! Her comedic timing is perfect, her facial expressions are priceless, the character credibility is optimum. What a discovery, I thought she was going to be another pretty face with no or little talent. I was wrong. She is what makes the movie worth watching. She is like a hot girl version of Jim Carrey!

My date with Darwin

I had a really fabulous Saturday. I got up early and went to the "Darwin's Big Idea" Exhibition and also the "Wildlife Photography of the Year" show. I loved them both.

I felt such a connection with Darwin. I didn't know he had such a good sense of humor for example. I so envy his life. I think he had the most accomplished existence one could ever wish for. He traveled the whole world, he discovered and studied animals and plants, he successfully proved his theory, and still managed to have a family of his own. He really had such an amazing journey. What a genius! Although I was already well aware of his work and discoveries, it was really a delight to get to "know" him on a more personal level.

The cherry on the top was then my impulsive decision to also go see the photography show. It was incredible. It made me feel more than ever like wanting to travel and be submerged by nature and wildlife. My dream is to be visiting the world while photographing its nature and inhabitants. I would love to capture anything that catches my interest or causes my imagination to run wild, to then write about it. So why can't I do so? Maybe I don't know where to start from... Maybe I should do it. Quit everything, buy a ticket to wherever, pack a camera and a recorder and just take off. I might just do so tomorrow. If I did what country would I pick first? Oh, the pressure, I can't even decide!! Would it be South Africa? India? Brazil? Australia? Maybe I would just decide at the airport.

All right, I have a plane to catch in a few hours. And I still need to pack!

What populates my mind...

Why is that the beginning always has to start with some sort of “this is the end” feeling? I always have to reach the bottom at first. How much stronger do I need to get? What do I have to prove and to who!?? What is the purpose of this life? We go through all of this experiences for nothing? Why? I heard in movie a great line that talked about reincarnation. They mentioned that if we do believe in that, how come that from 1.500.000 earth inhabitants now we are over 7 billions… are we fragments of souls reincarnated? Or are some souls are brand new? Who decides which baby gets an old soul and who gets a new one? Is there a waiting list? When an old one is not available at that instant they give you a new one? Or they really break them in pieces? How is that when I was little I used to tell my mother tales form I was old? And about deja-vu? And about instantly liking somebody and feeling like we know them? I do believe that we have old souls. I know I do. But I don’t understand what is the purpose if we can’t remember clearly our previous lives. What if we make the same mistakes over and over. If we learn from previous lives, as the new ones come along we should be more successful, and happy. Ok, if that was the case… how fucking stupid and with very little sense was I in my past? Maybe I was just an ape in my past life and I have been promoted to human being! Is that a promotion though? If I was an ape I would be concerned with finding bananas to eat, male apes to procreate with, and taking care of ape babies… wait that does not sound so exciting at all. Are we just ungrateful? Maybe that is the case. We are ungrateful son of a bitches! We are never happy. I am never satisfied with myself. No matter what I get and how bad I wanted it before I got it, as soon as I do… it’s not good enough anymore. And my goals have already instantly upgraded to higher ambitions and dreams. This constant chase for satisfaction is my source of personal un-satisfaction as ironic as it may sound. Is this what I learned leaving for so many years in a country that is ruled by working, money, status, material things, wanting more and more and believing that the sky is the limit? Would I have been happier in total ignorance of such? Probably yes, as they say ignorance is bliss. But having gained the knowledge I have only leads me to want to learn even more and faster and better than ever. It’s like a drug addiction for a never-ending personal improvement. Is that all it matters? Isn’t so individualist and selfish? Does it come so naturally to me because I’m only child? Am I and ego-maniac? Or is it that I don’t think I’m ever good enough? That I need others approval for my actions and accomplishments? Do I need to constantly impress others? Looking for acceptance? From who? In reality it's me, right?
I am also terrified by aging! There is the vanity part of it that drives me insane. Having lines on my forehead, the fearing of sagging, gaining weight, white hair, just getting old is ugly to me. And what if I want to have a baby? What if by the time I decide or have a partner I truly love is too late? I have always wanted to adopt for the following reasons:
• There are already too many babies and human beings on this planet, so why place one more on it!
• Fear of destroying my body with pregnancy
• Doubting that I might have to give up my career
• Not sure of wanting to raise a child on my own
• Selfishness!
With all these thoughts on my mind and questions about my being and future I have successfully overwhelmed myself. I can't even think of having the time to find the answers to my own questions.

Brief observation on Pubs

This town has more pubs than I have ever seen! The funny part is that most of them are called something Cock! The Cock and the Lion, The Cock and The Dragon, The Cock and The Mouse… and Cock everywhere! What if I opened a Pussy Pub! The Pussy and the Wolf, The Pussy and the Cobra, The Pussy and The Beast.

Why can't I watch The Colbert Report?

Great I have a brand new subject to rant about. I was under the impression that the beauty of the World Wide Web was to be able to share, view, search information whether it’s an article, a video, a document, whatever it is, World Wide!!! I just tried to view The Colbert Report on the Comedy Central site, as you know you can view the full episodes there. This is what I got: WE'RE SORRY, CURRENTLY OUR VIDEO LIBRARY CAN ONLY BE STREAMED WITHIN THE UNITED STATES. Then a friend of mine suggested I would view the episodes of such scandalous show (I guess!) on Hulu because that is a US site that has the episodes embedded. Ok, guess what I got? WE'RE SORRY, CURRENTLY OUR VIDEO LIBRARY CAN ONLY BE STREAMED WITHIN THE UNITED STATES. Are we serious? What is the problem? Is this just in certain countries? Like the UK? I must investigate and see if this happens in Italy too on my next trip. My investigative mind will not stop until it finds a plausible answer tot his ridiculous matter. Is the Colbert Report banned in the UK? Why? They have plenty of edgy shows here. They have no problem airing the Daily Show, what’s the difference? Oh, I think I just found a UK website that will allowed me to watch it. What a crock of shit! I think that is the first time I use this expression! But I find appropriate. No! It was a dumb website that made me believe I was going to watch the Report, instead it started playing some Ryan Reynolds… don’t get me wrong, he’s pretty good eye candy but it’s NOT what I selected to watch!!! I feel like I’m in some extremist country where they must control what you are watching or reading in your own home. I think I should start some sort of rally right in the smack of Piccadilly Circus tomorrow… well it probably wouldn’t work… everyone would be pretending to be reading a paper while listening to music through their ear plugs (I meant to call them so).

Tube's stories

The thoughts I get while on the tube are really exhilarating. I think my muse and thoughts are overly motivated by the lack of outer distractions. When I was in LA my creativity had encountered many writer’s blocks. I never realized that they are mostly created by me. At work I had some sort of muse, while driving home I was always distracted by my music and by talking on my cell to either catch up with my friends or make plans for the evening. I never really had this creative solitude. Now on my journeys on the tube where I enjoy observing all the other passengers and during my walks my mind is nothing but a clean canvas ready to be filled with all sort of thoughts, observations, realizations, fantasies, memories sometimes re-elaborated to please me, and lots and lots of horribly critical jokes I tell myself.
Last week while I was on the elevator to exit the tube station at Lancaster Gate I noticed this woman that was completely in my personal bubble. Not to mention that there was plenty of room for her to have her own freaking bubble (I’m at this point cornered by her and I can‘t escape!). She was so close I could smell her, she didn’t smell terrible but I just not fancy smelling a stranger next to me. To top it all she kept on making very unusual and annoying noises caused by her heavy breathing, swallowing, adjusting her head on her neck. She kept on moving very ungracefully and snappy. Nothing about her was attractive. She was young, early thirties, normal average looking. Everything about her bothered me, I don’t even know the woman. How is that some people just bother you to pieces in the short co-existence of a few seconds. It’s totally a primal instinct like in the jungle. Some “species” you are attracted to, some you just ignore, and others you just want to attack! If I was a wild animal I am positive that I would be some sort of wild cat. And today I would definitely have approached the annoying “creature”, folded my cat ears backwards, hissed and scratched her face! That really amuses me. I think it’s funny that as a wild animal I would not be as social and friendly as I am as a human being. Everyone thinks I’m so loving, friendly and likable… I think it’s because in reality I have to. I know a lot of you are thinking that I have a lot of friends, well I do. I could have even more!! But I do really choose my friends to be just crazy cats like myself. I couldn’t really get along with everyone “dog style”, meaning liking everyone, and licking everyone, and smelling everyone’s ass! No way! I’m definitely like a cat. Not a lioness though, I wouldn’t like to be one of the many females serving dead beasts to a lazy male who sun-bathing all day. That makes me think that I am fascinated by wolves. I guess that if I really had to be a canine, I would at least be a wolf. I like the romantic idea that they mate for life, they have a structured community, and they howl! I guess I wouldn’t mind being the “bitch” of the leader’s pack! That just made me scream laugh!
But still, what is it that instigates not liking someone you have not even met. There must be such a strong chemistry instinct on a very basic level that we are not even aware of on daily bases.
Another thing that really fascinates me is the fact that more people you are surrounded by the least you make an effort to care or to be friendly. I think again it’s a primal instinct to avoid confrontation and protecting yourself. The smaller the community is, the more we are prone to watch out for each other and genuinely care. The larger the community becomes the more you have to protect your belongings and self from attacks. On the tube, I must see thousands of people a day, all the locals work really hard and ignoring each other. They already enter the station with their iPods on, they have their books and free trashy magazines ready to be flipped open for their 5 minutes good quality read. This a tactic, they are setting up a wall. They don’t want to be looked at, talked to, or make room for you. The only naïve ones that look around for a friendly smile are the tourists. It’s funny how such a busy and alive city is so lonely and dead on a human level.
I see couples or friends at restaurants sitting across from each other and reading their own magazines without exchanging a word. How boring and lifeless, how detached and alien. Why even bother to go out and eat. Eating, drinking, having company it’s in my opinion a social event! Not an asocial one! So why do they go out together? Is it to be seen by others that they have company in their life? Is it to prove that they are not alone to the ignoring public eye? Don’t get me wrong. I love spending time alone. I am my best friend and the one I can really trust (most of the time). I enjoy having dinner by myself, reading a book at the park, taking myself to the museum or theater, watching a movie, I can do anything by myself and highly enjoy it. I just don’t get how you become accustomed to be alone even when you’re not.

Why am I starting to blog?

Why not? That was the obvious answer, right? Quite honestly I have been writing journals since I can remember being able to write. I always urge to share with my friends what is happening in my life, my thoughts, my dreams, and my fantasies. Lately I have been writing non-stop. I really never experienced being in the constant company of the writing muse. Maybe because I was raised keeping so many secrets and as a rebellious reaction I must tell everyone my business, even to strangers. Maybe it's because I just moved from a place I have adopted to be my home by choice, a place where I have wonderful friends that I greatly miss, and this is my way to keep them closer to me despite the physical distance. I have been writing to get a new selection of subjects for my new show I want to perform in London. However I have been writing too much to be able to include everything in a show. This is going to be a very mixed compilation of random writing. From anything that catches my curiosity while I'm out, to my fiction filled daydreaming, to rants about anything from politics, to society, and my neurotic self.
If you were invited to read this I thank you for stopping by. You might at some point recognize yourself, although I won't reveal names to respect everyone privacy. I do tend to exaggerate in order to get more of a dramatic or comedic result. So please don't be offended, this is my way to express myself and more than anything it's for my own entertainment. However I was asked by a few friends to start a blog to keep in touch. So there you go!
If you just happened to stumble upon my blog I don't expect you to fully understand me, I'm usually not 100% serious when I'm in creative mode.
One more explanation before I officially start this madness. Why Viola Lunatica? First of all, I like the fact of using an alter ego. It's fun and again it's for privacy reasons. Viola means purple in Italian; everyone knows that is my favorite color. Lunatica... because I truly am a lunatic, the proper Italian translation is Moody. It came to me a couple of nights ago while I was highly intoxicated and walking home back in the middle of the night. During the same evening in my mind I must have told myself several times: "I love this city!!", "I fucking hate this place!", "I'm so happy I moved here!!!", "What the hell am I doing here??". Seriously, I intensely had such opposite reactions and feelings towards a city during the cycle of a few hours. I'm also convinced to have successfully auto-diagnosed myself with bipolar disorder... although I have never seen a therapist in my life and I don't plan on ever doing so. I have nothing against them, I love psychology and some point in my life I wanted to become one myself. I think I just like the fact of keeping my true self a mystery.