Paolo Paroni

Conductor.

[Kevin Holland @TheSolarShed]

Mum lives in Spain.

Someone built a solar farm behind her house where the olive groves were.

Mum's just told me her unit rate for electricity is now 6 cents (they use Euro's and cents) per kwh used.

The farmers have a guaranteed income without working the land and as the EU Olive subsidies have been moved in a deal with Morocco where they can be grown and processed much cheaper, the migrant labour that farmed the groves have returned home to tend the crops there.

The solar farm is now being 'hidden' from the nearest homes. The panels are tracking from east to west. Not south facing.

It's a better use of land as farmers still farm, but they harvest daylight for energy rather than olives for Tapas bars and an elderly population benefit from the cheapest bills I've heard of.

On the big picture, they've killed the need for fossil fuels that are burnt to supply the local grid.

Solar genuinely IS THE SOLUTION.

https://t.co/qa9xlk6sEa

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@cKcrz @ZachTheSpursFan IMO the only stupid logic is assuming that more minutes equals more production. That’s something a fanboy would say, one that doesn’t really gets how basketball is played. C’mon guys! Wemby is good! Try to enjoy him without thinking he’s Jesus’s Christ on a basketball court.

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@ZachTheSpursFan I never said I expect wemby to carry his team. And I couldn’t care less about ROTY. I’m just stating the obvious: wemby’s stats are a bit better than Chet’s BECAUSE wemby is playing for a losing team and in a bad system (sorry Pop) where he has lots of touches and freedom.

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@ZachTheSpursFan You don’t get it. Wemby is the No. 1 option on his team. Chet is one of the many, for the Thunder. One is playing to show he’s the chosen one, the other is playing for W’s. Of course some of Wemby’s stats are a bit bettter, because he’s the go-to guy for his (losing) team.

[Selvaggia Lucarelli @stanzaselvaggia]

Tra insulti, frasi sessiste, ingratitudine nei confronti di chi lo fa lavorare, grane piantate ovunque sia stato, rancore profuso, processo per stalking, l’arroganza di chi si sente stocazzo pur non facendo mezzo disco da un secolo, disprezzo per i colleghi e giravolte patetiche quando gli servono soldi e luce, in tutti questi anni non ho mai visto un personaggio a cui è stato perdonato tanto quando a Morgan.

[CALL TO ACTIVISM @CalltoActivism]

This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date.

I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this.

Enjoy the story...

“It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying.

Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable and comforted and safe and important.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.
I'll be seeing you.

Love,
Fiona”

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@_j19_ @malika_andrews @wojespn A pile of shit on your head wouldn’t kill you either: you’d recover, too. So, would you like to get some? Probably not. It’s about respect. But probably I’m talking about something you never heard of.

[LeBron James @KingJames]

We’re literally hunted EVERYDAY/EVERYTIME we step foot outside the comfort of our homes! Can’t even go for a damn jog man! Like WTF man are you kidding me?!?!?!?!?!? No man fr ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!! I’m sorry Ahmaud(Rest In Paradise) and my prayers and blessings sent to the.....

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@sonnyjonan you never know... Best of luck!

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@sonnyjonan you need to win, we don't.

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@nerinni oppure: PdLestofante, PDisarmante.

[Cibellissimo @enricocibelli]

In pratica Berlusconi, se lo ascolti al contrario, dice la stessa cosa. #fiducialetta

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

@smorassutto e cosa c'è di nuovo?

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

Sacconi: "movimento di solide radici cristiane"... Con un leader che se ne trapana una al giorno? E bestemmia in pubblico? #fiducialetta

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

Get well soon, Father of Africa.
#mandela #madiba

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

A #sunbeam to warm you,
A #moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering #angel, so nothing can harm you.

#Farewell, Luciano.

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

Basel, Switzerland - The Hirzen Pavillon Ensemble waves goodbye with its last concert.

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

Young People's Concert in Pordenone

[Paolo Paroni @paolo_paroni]

Crescendo Jazz concert in Basel - CH!