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Friday, July 29, 2005

Virtual yard sale

Extract from an ever-growing list of binnable items.

# 2 buggies (prams/strollers/whatever), one very soiled stained (ice cream, Giolitti's)
# 2 single mattresses, one slightly stained (coffee?)
# 3 giant inflatables (orca, turtle and mutant dragonfly), suspected slow punctures
# Comprehensive software collection (statistics, Web design and games) for Win95
# 1 truckload of Kinder egg toys, with instructions

... to be continued

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Heath Robinson was a communist

Out for a stroll in San Saba yesterday morning, I found this cunning contraption rigged up at the local section of the Communist Party. No automatic irrigation system with electronic water timers, micro jets and mini sprinklers ... just an old plastic bottle and some wire.
Cunning communists
Italy in crisis

The comrades are obviously absent, attending the annual 30-day Balnearic Exposition on Anti-Capitalist Hegemony (B.E.A.C.H), courageously dealing with Collective Analyses of Radical Dialectics (C.A.R.D.S).

Economic crisis? I'll raise you ten.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

All work and no play ... Yalla!!!

Yalla!A welcome break from the stresses of moving came on Sunday evening with our annual pilgrimage to listen to one of the greatest voices in the world, Khaled. I bought his first album released in the UK, Hada Raykoum, in 1985 and have been a devotee ever since. Now aged 45, Khaled's voice is better than ever, and he enjoys showing off his skills. Searing emotion or dirty grooving, impeccable timing and a band that swings as tight as the JBs at their best.

Shukran, Khaled!

Khaled - Master at work

Friday, July 22, 2005

Night and Day

I don't know how we keep going.

It's 1:30 and I'm still up. After a day that started early with taking the car to the garage for a patch up in case we decide to drive from Rome to the Netherlands when we leave (Yes, we are still going to Jamaica, but a short spell is planned in NL for Mr B. to finish the Phucking Doctorate).

Then neighbourhood shopping at the greengrocer's, two different delis (one has good prosciutto, the other good pizza), the pharmacy, the optician's and the café for ice cream and coffee. Then a painful visit to the doctor and a long limp home, followed by full-on Barbie vs Batman playtime to keep both kids happy. Once they were in bed, I spent four hours getting our admin sorted.

I'm not recounting this for sympathy, mind. That's just the way it is right now.

Plus the fact that the night air at 1:30 a.m. is the best you can get.

Here are two photos taken from our rooftop last night and this afternoon.

Rome rooftop night

Rome rooftop day

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

La bella figura

Her throng of devotees will recognize that this one could only be for Vit.

Ciao bella ciao

(I think she already sneaked in to this blog earlier in the third photie)

What do you think, Vit? Can Portugal beat the full makeup, jewellery and hairdo of Italy's finest in the water?

BTW, this lake provides the drinking water for Rome ... which I am very shortly leaving ...

Monday, July 18, 2005

Real e fun attire

This one's for Zinnia.

Driving into a one-street village on the Abruzzo coast last week, we slowed down as a procession headed towards us, led by a stout women bearing a tall crucifix in front of her, accompanied by two children. Behind them came a hearse and following on foot were the family members. The widow was there, shrouded in black, accompanied by her son walking with folded arms, looking either stoic or bored, and wearing huge fly-eye sunglasses.

fly-eye sunglasses

He was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt ... with large silver sequined letters ...

Real e fun attire (hidden)

I yelped with delight and grabbed Mr B's arm and shouted, "LOOK AT THAT!"

The young man unfolded his arms ...

Real e fun attire (full)

I hope our hoots of laughter didn't spoil the moment ... too much.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Let a thousand fountains spray

One of the best day trips out of Rome is to Tivoli, perched on a steep hillside to the east of the capital. Once in Tivoli, the place to go is Villa d'Este, home to various cardinals and Franz Liszt, lucky bleeders one and all. The gardens boast of containing one thousand fountains, but you'll forget about counting once you start visiting this giardino delle meraviglie.

Sinking ship Spouting dragons

Big fountain

Following standard practice in Italy, there are no signs or any information that might prove useful in telling you about what you are looking at, e.g. Ruined rubble, possibly old. The statue below is probably of Artemis, and those "nodes" are either multiple breasts or bulls' testes, according to differing traditions.

Villa d'Este fountain - small

(Hmm, curious to see if I get any referrals via "bulls' testes".)

Final pic is an upside-down reflection of the villa in one of the large fishponds. I title it,

Portrait of the artist of the floating world

Villa d'Este reflection - small

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Back in black

I been too long
I'm glad to be back

The hiatus was due to a sudden and heavy load of work right at the end of my contract. Even though my contract is not being renewed, as a good girl guide, I felt duty-bound to go the extra mile and give it all I got had - which in the end turned out not to be very much anyway. I went through my final three articles, checking the proofreader's comments, accepting anything minor without reading and erasing anything more taxing, such as the many frustrated queries of Is it Lempira or Lempira Sur Department? or Why second-level bullets?? or meaning???

You'd've done the same, right?

Now I'm no longer employed in-house, I can remove the antidooce disclaimer in the sidebar. I sure felt protected by its presence as I worked for hours and hours on blogging on company time and on company computers. So sue me, nyah-nyah-nya-nyaa-nyaa!

Ahem ...

Once freed from the shackles of my work, Mr B and I spontaneously decided we needed a holiday and took off two days later with the kids to the other side of Italy for a ten-day break. Ahhh ... I won't bore you or make you jealous, suffice it to say that it was bloody fantastic and utterly excellent in almost every way.

Back in hot and dirty Rome, we're making the most of our free time and having more utterly fantastic and bloody excellent times, one of which was the concert by Amadou and Mariam at Villa Ada on Tuesday night. They played almost exclusively songs from their latest album, which made for great dancing, but was a slight disappointment for fans of their earlier stuff, such as Pauvre type or Je pense à toi. We played their songs at our wedding ceremony *sniff*

Amadou et Mariam

I videoed some of the best bits of the concert, holding the camcorder above the leaping crowd until my arm got too tired and the picture started wobbling.

Never mind. It'll all come out in the editing ...