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The taste of yellow
DAY: Thursday, even though I woke up feeling—think Bill Murray in Ground Hog’s Day—that it was Wednesday all over again and that it would be kinda nice if it were, in fact, Saturday. MORNING MEDITATION: 10 minutes. Went pretty well today. I’m new at … Continue reading
Posted in COLOR, ITALY, SAVORING
Tagged Italy, lemon, Meditation, tarte au citron, Women's Day
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Tastes of summer
Monique and I walked down the street, eating tomatoes like apples. We each had a big one so sweet and juicy that there was no other alternative. Juice ran down our chins and fingers until there was nothing left. I can’t tell you … Continue reading
From Italy with Love
A funny thing happened this year. I fell totally and helplessly in love with Milan. I’ve been here 18 years, so you’d think it might have happened sooner. I did love it, or I was in deep-like with it, but this … Continue reading
Tagged beppe severgnini, Italy, perspective, terrorism
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Small
Walking about town the other day, I allowed myself to veer in the direction of Society, a bedding store that I’ve only ever let myself admire from outside. I usually salivate a bit at the beautiful linens just out of my … Continue reading
Reposting: Bells du jour
Sorry Everyone, I was having technical difficulties with the video. Have run it through YouTube and it seems to be working now. When I first moved to Italy seventeen (God, was it that many?) years ago, I noticed church bells … Continue reading
Bells du jour
When I first moved to Italy seventeen (God, was it that many?) years ago, I noticed church bells all the time. They sounded exotic to me. Haunting. Indisputably beautiful. I never found them offensive or “polluting” or any of the … Continue reading
Camparisoda: The aperitif of fast, futurist art
I always thought Thursday was really the day to celebrate Happy Hour. Friday seemed so banal, so been-there-done-that. And so today, from my bookshelf to your eye: “Camparisoda: l’aperitivo dell’arte veloce futurista da Fortunato Depero a Matteo Ragni.”* * Camparisoda: the aperitif of … Continue reading
Boy you gotta carry that weight
I don’t know if it’s the sucky economy and the do-nothing-about-it-Italian government or the fact that it’s Friday and it’s been one helluva long week or if it’s just that I’m sort of tired in an autumnal, why-did-summer-have-to-end way. But … Continue reading
Rain, rain go away—per favore.
When I was a kid, we used to say, “April showers bring May flowers.” But we can change that, in Italy, this year to “April showers are moving in for the duration, and they’ve brought their grumpy in-laws with them.” … Continue reading
Oh, olive trees
I was going to write about the formal “you” in Italian and about the many times I’ve embarrassed myself by slipping, American-style, into the informal version, but it’s Friday. Who needs the finer points of language today? I don’t. I … Continue reading
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