All the while Reb’s been sketching up a storm:
Hail Last Night (Really), Monsoon Before Noon (Figuratively)
11 Thursday Sep 2014
Posted Art
in11 Thursday Sep 2014
Posted Art
inAll the while Reb’s been sketching up a storm:
10 Wednesday Sep 2014
Posted Education
inDuh. Turn around, idiot, turn around.
In the first place, it would help with my Italian if the Agenda Eventi would print the whole name, “Fiera della Madonna di Loreto,” instead of the foreshortened “Fiera di Loreto.”
In the second place, it would help with my Italian if Google Translate had not at first returned “Proud of Loreto.” Time waits on no man to look up that “Loreto” (person, place, or thing), apparently, since the aforesaid pride is all-wrong to begin with.
In third place, it would help with my Italian (as my dear wife kindly tells me) if maybe I looked around for context clues at the fair, exhibition, or (even use your ancient French, if you must) fête. Like the one we’ve been passing on the street for two days straight.
In the fourth and last place, about the link she has told me (and told me again, even after I thought I had fixed it) didn’t work: it does function now, I think. Nice picture. Looks exactly like the one iPhone took, except for it being much better than mine (which itself doesn’t seem to want to reload itself exactly the way the others have, when you click on it. There will be time to learn the HTML hereafter, I suppose. Meanwhile, WordPress still mis-formats the expanded image. But I have learned, perhaps, in trying to solve that problem that the photo itself holds some promise if you crop more and more of it. Who knew?).
10 Wednesday Sep 2014
“I went to the woods” at Walden Pond, Thoreau never writes in his spiritual classic, “to write.”
Yet that half-truth is as much the plain fact of the matter as the one so well remembered–for many of us, indeed, by heart. (For those without familiarity or in need of a jog this morning, click here for the sidebar.)
10 Wednesday Sep 2014
Not much, since the rains of September finally came.
If Chaucer were writing his Canterbury Tales today, I suppose he’d frame them as independent blogs. Or, to keep up the social interaction between the multiple tellers and the tales, as a series of postings on “The facebook.”
10 Wednesday Sep 2014
A year ago I was amazed by a Moka coffee maker, which perks up (instead of dripping down).
This year, more so, I am mesmerized by the locking mechanism on the terrace shutter doors. A good place to start, as always, is at the bottom of things:
Around this innocent-looking (but do not be fooled, lest you happen to trip over it) device on the left, the two doors (one with and one without a mechanism like the one on the right) fit snuggly into place:
How the mechanism manages to hold these pieces against themselves, thereby keeping the doors locked in place, is a marvel to behold:
Far be it from me to divulge the magician’s tricks of the trade. Suffice it to say, it works.
10 Wednesday Sep 2014
Posted Travel
inSundays, we clean house. (Most of Italy seems to take the day for family.)
Rainy days, we wait on cloud breaks for the trip to EuroSpin (supermercato).
Days after (another big adventure), we sleep and eat, aim to write and paint.
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
Posted Travel
in09 Tuesday Sep 2014
I’m still working on the Italian. Longing, as well, for the photographer’s eye.
Click here for a first-rate image, plus the critical exchange that accompanies it.
I, on the other hand, am still pealing back Euros, like onions, from my belt-pack and trying to decipher the history and the dynamics of this two-day commercial festival. (At least we found the short-sleeve shirts to beat the heat. Porchetta, I shall save for another day.)
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
With talent enough and time, I might not commit a crime against the sensations of “Sensational Umbria.” But don’t count on it (or wait for it).
Instead, thanks to the marvels of the web: here at your finger tips is the reason, one of them anyway, that we decided to make our first day-trip to Perugia:
Click here for Exhibit web site and get a taste, at least, of what we enjoyed this morning.
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
Posted Travel
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