I write to a blind audience who doesn't know me and will never have to. They pick and choose whether or not there's wisdom in the experiences I write about and are welcome to offer the solace of their own if they find it applies. Response from total strangers have always been the most eye-opening and provocative in the writing all these years, and I welcome it. I'm trying, still trying, to be an important part of the world.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
Give Thanks
As it echoes my first toast at our party, I would like to give thanks to my family here in Rome, thousands of miles from home, but home nonetheless; countless blessings for being in one of the most beautiful places on earth and to have found new relationships and unforgettable experiences there.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Italy's Finest: Venice & Florence
1) A great Saturday night. : )
2) Getting lost in
3) Feeding (and getting attacked by) pigeons at Piazza San Marco’s.
4) Window shopping at antiques places, glass places, mask stores and food markets.
5) The gondolas parked along the canals.
6) The blue sky and the sparkling water.
7) Not paying for a hotel room and instead pay
ing for expensive but well-worth it Italian dinners.
8) Train rides from place to place.
9) The enormity of
10) Il Duomo.
11) Drunk in
12) Coming home to
I can’t even begin to describe these experiences in this way. Pictures tell thousands more words; but I guess you can never really understand [or care about] what happened here.
Its ok.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Things & Other Things
Craig’s birthday party was amazing; Selena put together the entire shindig and it was a surprise after all. I felt really bad pretending that his birthday was no big deal, but the payoff was amazing. We were able to cramp over 30 people into Selena’s apartment, and the food was absolutely amazing.
Money is vastly becoming very short, and there’s still so much of
Wednesday:
Thursday/Friday: The second drink & draw event at Susannah’s was just ridiculous in that within the first five minutes (without having had a single drop to drink) I manage to spill RED wine all over the front of my WHITE shirt. After that came several rounds (and bottles) of wine and beer, a ton of drawings and drunken pictionary and mad libs on the wall, and finally Jim & I crashing at their place til morning because of the lucky combination of laziness to go and drunkenness to find our way home. The morning found us at the nearest bar that would serve coffee early in the morning, still a little tipsy but still having fun failing at functional Italian and pissing off the woman at the counter nonetheless.
Saturday: Viterbo & Villa Lante were absolutely beautiful. Just amazing. Lucy the Italian teacher was not there (though we kept making jokes that we would find her) but these little towns are perfect remnants of the Italian past. Medieval structures, old churches, run down buildings and streets and a population of unassuming people tired of reconciling the slow and mundane everyday with the constant bustle of the tourism made the experience interesting and ultimately satifsfying. Great pictures from here.
Sunday: Our awesome picnic at Borghese at Piazza di Sienna was a great Roman experience; Mike joined our group as we ate food everyone brought on a surprisingly gorgeous day in the middle of the field where we proceeded to throw around a tin lid that we tried to pass for a Frisbee because we had none (it worked for aw hile) and was quickly replaced by plastic plates adhered together by chocolate paste (fashioned by Mike). We then decided to buy a soccer ball and Calcio it up with some local kids around the age of five or so. They were hilarious. The one obviously had his Sunday clothes on and kept making his mom wait while he finished up our game. It was a pretty even match seeing as how it was the Asians [and Catherine] versus the rest of the group, with two of the Italian kids each on teams. That was a great Sunday afternoon, followed by a great time back at the studio, not before witnessing some of the late Sunday inline skaters at the bridge at the park as Jim & I headed back.
Fuck. I am going to miss Rome SO MUCH. This is ridiculous. And this is home.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
All Saints
Last weekend was hilarious. We went ot Botticelli’s where Cat’s friend went and they posted up a
Mass was great again this week. Some of the most beautiful music came from that Tagalog choir, singing both in English and Tagalog. I think my faith is very slowly being restored through the celebration of mass by the Filipini di Roma at Santa Pudenzia, my new Catholic Church while I’m here. It is absolutely gorgeous and before and after masses they congregate in the main plaza while basketball happens at the courts. The sisters were really nice, and one of the girls came onto me, but decided I was too young. Problem one: I don’t speak tagalog very well, and Italian even less. Problem two: The younger ones speak one language: Italian. That’s right. So they don’t even speak tagalog, which I can understand. So there’s a standing discrepancy in communication with the people my own age, but talking to all the adults were easy because they know English thoroughly. Anyway, the church is beautiful and the people were really nice and it is a great place to call home here. No invitations to houses for food yet though.
This Halloween was absolutely ridiculous. Dressed up as a Raphael (the turtle, not the painter) because I didn’t have purple electrical tape to be Donny…we went out to the Supper Club, a multi-room club with hot music, but it was crowded as hell. Met Joe, yet another Filipino but he wanted to hang out some time and have me meet some others in the city while I’m here. I think it is an invitation for some good old flip food too. That would be amazing. Anyway, the festivities were done up American style by our crew, but when we approached the club, we found Italians who dressed with like upscale masks but were still all about looking slick and like they belonged there.
So we were a little out of place, especially me, the ninja turtle, with my ghetto-ass electrical tape bandana thing. Whatever, it was awesome. We Halloween’d it up Roma style…
Hmmm…after having read this again, I found out that I am a TERRIBLE writer. Ciao.