Archive December 2008

The marshland of mediocrity 0

Dear Bradshaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† I’ve recently read some good books but also some mediocre stuff that makes me wonder how it happens. Incredible, isn’t it? Seeds sprout and some become sunflowers and others poison ivy. From a poisonous political perspective, George Bush and the damage he’s done keeps going and going like the Energizer rabbit and I ask myself: how did it happen? continue reading »

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After the bee is boiled 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Today I had a lesson with six-year old Valerio and his seven-year old sister Valentina. I told them I was going to start a story, Valerio would continue where I left off, and then Valentina would finish. Valentina had brought a pen with the head and torso of a red monkey attached to the tip, so I used the ornament as the protagonist of the story. continue reading »

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The old man is snoring 0

Dear B,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Cats are nocturnal. Did you know that, Shaw? If not, now you do. I guess somewhere in the back of my brain I knew it when I got Jimi but the fact didn’t feel real until recently.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† There was an epoch, ages ago, when I would fall asleep, have a series of vivid, sometimes lucid dreams, and then wake up ready for the new day. Now, however, I wake up every half hour, wanting to fall back to sleep but it’s impossible because Jimi is on my chest or scaling the radiator or pawing my head or playing with one of her plastic balls that have a little bell inside. (I bought those bastards.) continue reading »

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Bing bang bongo 0

Dear Bradshaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† I just got home from my last lesson. It finished at 7:30pm and I was in time to buy some wine before the supermarket closed at 8. I rushed here because Francesca returns from the gym at 9pm and I wanted some time to write. continue reading »

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A bouquet of flowers 0

Dear Bradshaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Well, what can I say? The castle was cool. A bit cold though, as we were outside and the castle was on top of a mountain. I’m telling you, pal, I mean the very tiptop. An army would have had a heck of a time trying to conquer that kid. While wandering from room to room and peeking in nooks and crannies, I imagined myself ordering servants around and ruling with an iron fist. I don’t know, you know? I just don’t see myself in that role. I prefer peasant-hood. continue reading »

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