Having gotten married and having moved all our worldly possessions to one flammable location, and placed them under the protection of a pair of fire-breathing slavering beasts and a gang of meth-addled bikers, Diana and I flew off to Italy for a few weeks of workingvacationmoon.
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… but it’s been me and Paranà Coffee all along. Proof beyond the jump. Despite appearances from this blog, I’m not over in Rome by myself; I’m with a group of students on my university’s ASA Italy program. I won’t usually be blogging about them, because they or their lawyers might not like it. But one of them said something at lunch the other day that was too awesome not to launch into the blogosphere, even if someone’s said it before. (I didn’t google it, because sometimes information just gets in the way of truth.) “Sometimes,” she said ruefully, “I feel like I’m getting shanked by education.” The phrase was immediately acclaimed universally awesome, and we decided the university’s logo should be a sharpened toothbrush, with a slogan along the lines of “Get shanked by education!” The rest is pix. Continue reading The Sting of Truth (or, Shanks for All the Fish) It struck me yesterday that I’ve been in Rome for a week without posting anything. A lot of bloggable things have been seen and done, but most will be lost to history, I’m afraid. These things are guaranteed thinglike, or your money back, provided you paid none. 1. I released my dirty white canvas sneakers out from their winter storage facility (i.e. I excavated them out from under a pile of Walter Scott novels that had collapsed in a bookalanche) and wore them into work today. So it’s totally and unashamedly and legally spring. Skeptics will require proof of these assertions, as well they might. |
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