December 2011
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Grandaddy - He’s Simple, He’s Dumb,...
English, @#$%!, Can You Speak It?
What’s it like, teaching English in Italian schools? Hard to say. Alternatively elating and annoying, exhilarating and exasperating, kids bring out the best and worst in you. The best are elementary and high school, because both are extremely interested in learning. The first hasn’t yet reached the “too cool for school” point in their lives, and the latter have gotten over it. The worst...
And now, Ravenna
So we moved from the hills of Florence to the centro storico of Ravenna. How is it?
Our apartment: the yellow one, 3rd from the right, 1st floor (up one from the ground floor, or piano terra)
The alarm goes off at the same hour of Gehenna’s pleasure, but instead of the trite buildings that surround your tract home, the sun shines through your window, from between the arches of the...
Goodbye, Florence
Boboli Gardens, Florence
One night after a meeting in town, I hopped on my scooter - a scooter we were borrowing - and headed for home. But instead of going straight home, I decided to stop for a drink, un cafè, since Tavarnelle is a good hour away on a little motorino, and I thought a little jolt would do me good.
But I got more than a little jolt:when I came out it was gone. The scooter...
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Voxsartoria’s Weekly Subjective and Totally Unfair...
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Will Boehlke
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Mark Cho
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Previous Digests: tumblr archive; Part II and Part I for ancient history.
Four weeks in...
As time passes, one begins to see the bright side of things, but not before sinking down into the mud, looking for kitchen leftovers, sniffing the air for the scent of day-old bread in churches, while soliciting oneself in your Sunday best, handing out resumes.
Think of everything that could have gone wrong. It did. Think of the worst luck imaginable. We’ve had it. think of all the...
One week into our trip...
Ah, Florence. Tuscany. Italy. Vineyards. Olive groves.
No it is not paradise. In the bosom of superlative western art, there is filthy graffiti everywhere – this is where the word comes from, after all. Noxious fumes from oil-sucking scooters, crowded vias & vialles from the suffocating throngs of tourists, dizzying networks of one-way streets and pedestrian-only piazzas – it’s enough...
What were you doing 10 years ago?
“Strangely enough, this is the past that somebody in the future is longing to go back to.” - Ashleigh Ellwood Brilliant
Tomorrow I’ll be 36. Still young. Or so my dad tells me.
Every so often, but especially around this time, I seem to take stock of where I’ve been. Or really, just meander down memories’ corridors. And where do I look to?
Pictures, of course. I was never...
“Your dresses should be tight enough to show you’re a woman and loose enough to...”
– Oscar winning costume designer Edith Head (via mostexerent)
