I come home while I can. I’m looking to the future in this place of such memory.
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Home again
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A tragedy
My phone was stolen out of my lap yesterday as I tried to learn the map on the train back from Manhattan. I’ve been beside myself ever since for letting this happen. “A tragedy,” I called it.
But actually…
I read this morning about the Utøya massacre. This is an actual tragedy. Losing my phone was a costly mistake, sure, but my misfortune doesn’t compare to the bigger things happening out there.
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Here and there
Lovers’ names, carved in walls
Overlap, start to merge
Some of them underneath
Maybe they appear
In graveyards
Maybe they fade away
Weathered and overgrown
Time has told
Meaningful hidden words
Suddenly appear, from the murk
Maybe they’re telling us
That the end
Never was
Never will
The words have gone
But the meaning will never disappear
From the wall
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Animal Shelter Commercial
“abandoned and dying of a broken heart”
“never loved”
“every life counts. they need medical care, food and love”
“you’re just one call, one click away”
I love animals as much as the next person. I got my pup from a shelter and couldn’t be happier that she’s no longer living from cage to cage. When I see this sort of sob story stuff it takes me back to a conversation I had with a man named Andre this past winter. We spoke in the nation’s capital on a typically bitter cold night. He said, “People will approach a dog on the street before they’ll approach a homeless man. There are six times more animal shelters than homeless shelters in this country. I don’t get it.”
People fear the homeless, or they don’t trust them, or they don’t like them because they’re homeless and they shouldn’t be. Those animal shelter quotes work pretty nicely for some humans, too. It’s uncomfortable to imagine living from sidewalk to sidewalk. It good to imagine, though.
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Post #2 | 2.10.2010: Firenze: The Cradle of the Renaissance and American Tourism
culture time
old faces, new places
It was pretty hilarious to run into my grade school buddy, Mike Higgins. The kid likes to get a little drunk, is very forward with girls after a few drinks, and realizes that we’re in another country for little time…the perfect wingman for a discoteque. At one point during a normal conversation with some
girls, he said, “Dude let’s get out of here, these girls suck.” I didn’t think they were that bad, so I said that we should stay. Little did I know, he had already told them that they sucked and we therefore had no choice but to leave. My man! I hope I run into him again at some point during my time here. I also got to see my bros Jake and Chad, which brought back memories from being back with my friends in Champaign (unreasonable alcohol intake, disregard for strangers, unwillingness to pay cover charge or wait in line at bars). Being in a program with 36 girls and one other guy, it was nice to be able to relate my friends for a little while. It’s not easy sitting quietly as girls talk about their favorite Jane Austen movie adaptation or Desperate Housewives characters. Che coglione.
more new experiences
I learned a lot about culture from seeing David, il Duomo, and gli Uffizi, but I think I learned just as much from the interactions at the discoteque. For any Elmhurst homeboys/skanks out there, imagine the exact opposite of Ryan Borchert. The venue was Space Electronicand while it smelled better than any campus bar, it still kind of made me want to throw up. (Station * 2) + (Eurobros) = Space Electronic. I knew from the moment I walked in that this was the kind of place where you really couldn’t have that great a time without acid. With all of the mirrors, oddballs, flashing colors, and N*SYNC techno remixes going on, I figured that I could use a cocktail or two before making a fool of myself on the dancefloor. The upper level was a dancefloor where I distinguished myself as the only guy suitable for American females to dance with. Not only am I a fantastic dancer in this kind of setting, but all European males in this kind of place are scum, so I got a lot of security dances, which was fine by me. It took so long, but with all the English speaking people grinding up on my d, I finally felt like I was back home where I belonged. It was a fun experience overall, but I vowed after that first night I would never go back again. I was wrong…we went back the next night.
in the meantime
After our Italian 1 test was finally over (no more 9:30 class every morning!), a bunch of my friends went to Milan for Friday and Saturday. I decided to stay in town to go with Davide to check out some parts of Verona that I hadn’t yet experienced. We went shopping, got some gelato, and touched Juliet’s b00bs for good luck. A couple out-of-towners were in for Saturday night, so I decided to join them for dinner at their hosts’ place. It was a cool little get-together with plenty of food and drink, which was very fun, but I learned that little good comes from plastic jugs of wine. The next morning, our group got the chance to take a day trip to Salò, Sirmione, Borghetto, and Castellaro, which were dreamy. With mountains on one side and Lake Garda on the other, this tranquil site was my ideal summer home. On Sunday alone, I had pizza ‘frutti di mare’, donkey, and rabbit. None were anything special, but I had to know, ya know?
the future
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Post #1 | 2.4.2010: overview.
roommates, lifestyle.
He teaches me bad words, tells me all about Italian culture, picks me up when I’m feeling blue, shows me how to be Italian, and has sex with me. Riki (pronounced Reeeeeee-keeeeeee) is my other Italian roommate and he, too, is a stud. He doesn’t speak as much English but we make it work. Before getting an apartment together, they had never met and although they are different in their mannerisms and interests, they are fast friends. Both are very easy to get along with and I am very happy to be living with them because it’s how I’m going to learn most about the lifestyle. It’s interesting because l’Università di Verona literally just threw two Americans into these kids’ apartment and I don’t think there’s anything Riki or David could have done about it. That is simply baffling to me. I think that this further demonstrates how laid back, understanding, and easy-going these people are. I have to imagine that it would be a big deal if they just threw two Italians into some American students’ apartment.
the past week.
trips. AKA holy shit i’m going to be in debt for the next 20 years.
That just about wraps it up for the first raw post; I hope you’ve enjoyed it. I am going to try hard to make this a consistent thing so that I’m not so disconnected with everyone, so please spread the word for others to follow!
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