Conservation

...pontificating over the shamefully wasteful attitude of our world. 

sorrow in the city. Milano.

P.S. I Love You

Homegrown

I'm up to my eyeballs in final exam preparation, and this explains the recent deficit in updates. I haven't had any time for socializing or exploring, much less blogging. Some days I don't even go outside. Come to think I think of it, I can't even recall the last time I brushed my teeth. Creative spirit abandoned. The point is, I could be anywhere in the world right now and I wouldn't even notice the difference- I've got an appetite for myopia and all I see are permutations of multi-syllabic, latin-rooted words printed in far-too-small font on a far-too-large page. (If I'm lucky, there's also a graph which, although seldom makes any sense, really suffices to space out all those unintelligible sentences.)

But where there's desperation, there's hope. 

Yesterday, while cruising around my apartment (trolling for food in any random crevice), I paid attention to a few snapshots of my currently bitter existence- snapshots that served to remind me that I actually live in Italy and that there is actually a little warmth left in my soul.

homemade bread wrapped in iconic red and white 

breadsticks or grissini 

heirlooms and romas, straight off the vine

homegrown fruit: plums, peaches, pears, and apricots

Now back to the benzos...

Colazione

Breakfast, or colazione, is typically a small meal in Italy. Cappuccino and brioche (or croissant as we conventionally think of it) are staples. Don't even dream about eggs, bacon, sausages, omelets, pancakes, waffles, or breakfast burritos. 

(but with this, you may never have to dream of anything else ever again...)

ricotta-filled brioche

oh yea, and don't forget the golden rule: NO BRIOCHE OR CAPPUCCINO AFTER 11AM, unless social suicide is your conviction. 

Sports Fan

I won't even brave to call it soccer.


In Italy, it's calcio. (reminds me of cankle).

As I'm sure you're already familiar, Italy has a true pulse for football. They live and breath it, culture pivots around it, and it has the power and authority to inspire mass movements.

The EuroCup came and went and in the end, Spain's futbol team prevailed over Italy's cankle. In any case, I've been meaning to put up a video of what it was like in Milan the evening that Italy beat Germany, earning their bid to the final. I think it really captures the love.

music by the white stripes. seven nation army.

Pepperoni Onion Pizza

The reason why in the summertime, everyone on the subway smells like they're baking a personal-pan pepperoni-onion pizza in the easy bake oven that is their armpits:

...amidst an economic downturn, who can really afford hygiene?

odio l'estate.