Buon giorno di Firenze
A week ago I was in Ann Arbor.
Let me pause to take a deep breath, because I'm laughing so hard I could cry.
Ha.
Ann Arbor.
Ha ha.
Ha ha ha.
I guess I've only been in Firenze for 6 days - I arrived late Monday afternoon, but it already feels a bit like a lifetime.
A brief summary of what has happened since I arrived:
1) I have an apartment, on via dei Pepi, right near Santa Croce. It is huge, beautiful, and I just moved in on Friday afternoon.
2) I have a codice fiscale, which is the Italian tax number, something akin to a social security number.
3) I attended my first Italian class (having missed the first few), and learned how to conjugate some verbs.
4) My first night here, I discussed the nature of reality and history with a Brazilian historian studying the renaissance while sitting in front of Santa Croce. It was incredibly romantic.
5) On Friday night, I went to a restaurant for dinner, ended up being taught how to make pizza and making a pizza in the kitchen that was served to a customer, did multiple shots of limoncello with various waiters, and got taken for a ride on the back of a motorscooter at breakneck speeds around the city and up to Piazza Michelangelo by one of the waiters. It was la Dolce Vita, in the wrong city, as my dad helpfully suggested.
6) I have yet to see the inside of a single museum or church.
7) I finished rereading Room with a View in one sitting, and more disturbingly, the Agony and the Ecstasy in another sitting.
8) I discovered that my law department is where Boccaccio supposedly wrote his Decameron (the EUI buildings are up in Fiesole, and are ridiculously historical).
9) The first thing that happened to me upon my arrival to my hostel was that 2 Gypsy girls tried to rob me.
Lots of other things have happened, but most of them have been too mundane to mention.
And a week ago I was in Ann Arbor...
I find that to be completely unbelievable.
Let me pause to take a deep breath, because I'm laughing so hard I could cry.
Ha.
Ann Arbor.
Ha ha.
Ha ha ha.
I guess I've only been in Firenze for 6 days - I arrived late Monday afternoon, but it already feels a bit like a lifetime.
A brief summary of what has happened since I arrived:
1) I have an apartment, on via dei Pepi, right near Santa Croce. It is huge, beautiful, and I just moved in on Friday afternoon.
2) I have a codice fiscale, which is the Italian tax number, something akin to a social security number.
3) I attended my first Italian class (having missed the first few), and learned how to conjugate some verbs.
4) My first night here, I discussed the nature of reality and history with a Brazilian historian studying the renaissance while sitting in front of Santa Croce. It was incredibly romantic.
5) On Friday night, I went to a restaurant for dinner, ended up being taught how to make pizza and making a pizza in the kitchen that was served to a customer, did multiple shots of limoncello with various waiters, and got taken for a ride on the back of a motorscooter at breakneck speeds around the city and up to Piazza Michelangelo by one of the waiters. It was la Dolce Vita, in the wrong city, as my dad helpfully suggested.
6) I have yet to see the inside of a single museum or church.
7) I finished rereading Room with a View in one sitting, and more disturbingly, the Agony and the Ecstasy in another sitting.
8) I discovered that my law department is where Boccaccio supposedly wrote his Decameron (the EUI buildings are up in Fiesole, and are ridiculously historical).
9) The first thing that happened to me upon my arrival to my hostel was that 2 Gypsy girls tried to rob me.
Lots of other things have happened, but most of them have been too mundane to mention.
And a week ago I was in Ann Arbor...
I find that to be completely unbelievable.
posted by Nixie at 6:42 AM
1 Comments:
Vladimir Putin: temporarily leave office, granting me a guarantee of safety, emergency powers, and several million euros in various forms (discussed later). I will end the Chechen war, helping establish an independent yet allied state with compensation payouts, military reservations and petrochemical ties, taking all shame onto myself, and then abdicate in disgrace, leaving you to retain power over a peaceful, less burdened Russian Federation. I expect this to take abut a month to a year depending on how well the internal security people can rein in the totally out-of-control Russian military, who have given up stomping nokhk mott except for token show-slaughters so they can devote more time to black market fooling around. Using Rumsfeldian in-house personnel cleansing techniques I expect to roll back the army absolute humanity count, repurposing the ownership of already acquired weaponry and ushering in a new era of respectful accountability without further straining your already famous detention and corrections service. The alternative to my services is more of the same errors getting worse as a rusting army without breathing time to maintain let alone improve falls apart fighting history like the French in Indochina. Better to straighten out a few divisions than to have to worry about popular lack of support, especially considering what it took to blast them onto your side back in the '90s (wink wink).
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