Archive February 2010

Drinking wine on the Great Wall 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Here I am, home alone, and will be until I leave for London, where Francesca is now. Consider me king of the castle, emperor of the palace, champion of the citadel, lord of the manor, ruler of the land, sovereign of the surroundings, monarch of the mansion. Whatever whim I decree becomes automatic law, blood-binding commandment. Call me what you want and think what you will but there’s no doubt about it now = I’m the boss, the godfather, the chief, the dictator, the big cheese, the chest of drawers, the champ, the chair, the All and/or Everything, at least until, well, Francesca comes back. continue reading »

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The single-most painful part 1

Dear Bradshaw,

I saw people doing this on facebook about a year ago and, racking my brain for things to write you about, I thought I’d give it a go. So for whatever it’s worth, here are twenty-five things about me that (almost) nobody else knows: continue reading »

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Born-again Christians or Amish ministers 0

Dear Bradshaw,

I’m in a bad mood and have been since noon. Everything was going fine as wine until one of my students came to the lesson sneezing and sick, and as you know I hate, despise, loathe when students come to the lessons sick. We teach one-on-one at my school, and the classrooms are cubicles = small, not much bigger than the table we’re sitting at, so it’s an intimate lesson and any germs generally make each other’s acquaintance, and it irritates me when I ask a student how they are and they wipe their nose or cough into their coat and say they have the flu or something, especially after having shaken my hand. continue reading »

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Food, clothing and shelter 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Believe it or not it’s snowing in Rome right now. It was forecasted and, apparently, for once, the weathermen were right, which is a rare occasion around here (both the snow and its having been predicted). Last time it snowed in Rome was 2004. I happened to be moving from my apartment near Piazza Risorgimento to another near Piazza Navona and boy what a load of fun that was. I had to wait twenty-five minutes (I timed it) for the bus to arrive while hovering over my belongings to (try to) keep it all dry. Anyway, the snow now has been falling for over an hour and I’m telling you Shaw it’s coming down like crazy. continue reading »

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A fine line between arson and accident 0

Yo Shaw,

I’m writing to you now, here in our apartment, thankful to be alive and with apartment intact. No thanks to Francesca who, moments ago, almost set fire to it.

It happened quite simply, as things of this nature tend to do. As usual on a Friday evening, she had illuminated the living room with candles and filled the air with cinnamon fragrance emanating from essential oil diffusers. Then, after sitting opposite me on the couch and taking up her materials to study Chinese medicine, her cell phone rang. It was on a shelf by the kitchen, and while rising to answer it she set her papers and folder next to one of the candles at the edge of our coffee table. I saw the whole thing happen, watched as she grabbed her phone and then headed toward the bedroom while her folder caught fire and black smoke and red flames licked along the papers. continue reading »

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