Saturday Somnolence

Starting off with Mitch
I wanna hang a map of the world in my house. Then I'm gonna put pins into all the locations that I've traveled to. But first, I'm gonna have to travel to the top two corners of the map so it won't fall down.

You know they call corn-on-the-cob "corn-on-the-cob," but that's how it comes out of the ground, man. They should call that "corn," and call every other version "corn-off-the-cob." It's not like if you cut off my arm you would call it "Mitch," then reattach it and call me "Mitch-all-together."

When you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy they start a waiting list. They start calling out names, they say "Dufrene, party of two. Dufrene, party of two." And if no one answers they'll say their name again. "Dufrene, party of two, Dufrene, party of two." But then if no one answers they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, but what happened to the Dufrenes? No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this - people are missing. You fuckers are selfish... the Dufrenes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry! That's a double whammy. We need help. Bush, search party of three! You can eat when you find the Dufrenes
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Logo™ will be up and at it at 6:00 AM on a Saturday. Is the sky falling? Hell freezing over?
No, but it will still be regretted by those immediately surrounding, a grumpy Logo™ is akin to a natural disaster.

Meanwhile bck at the blog,

Let's talk a little about Italy again, to pass the time, shall we?

One of the best things about living in Napoli was its proximity to wonderful Italian locales that were NOT Naples.

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This is a photo of Capri, the approach to the Grande Marina. Capri is gorgeous and has, of course, lots of history. Ischia was even better, as far as the family was concerned, but you have to give Capri its due, it is an amazing experience.

This is the Bay of Pozzuoli. Pozzuoli is to Napoli as Ballard is to Seattle, part of it, but separate too.

This picture was taken at Baia Castle. The foundations of the castle date to the Roman period, but the main body of the current structure were courtesy of the Aragons, Philip and Isabella, as in Columbus. Looking on in this picture is the female Aged P (their gramma).

Naples can claim a place in the heart of the AF as both a wonderful experience and a really difficult experience.

This is a poem written right about the time of departure. It makes reference to some aspects of living in Naples that might not make sense but trust me, it is insightful, mkay? Alright, so maybe it isn't insightful, but it does rhyme.

BELLA NAPOLI

Belching clouds of noxious fumes
The dragon sits on piles of tombs.
It prizes little else but bones
Heedless to its victims' groans.
But worse, the quarry still alive
Seem paralyzed, too spent to strive.
Unable to confront the beast
Instead they merely sit and feast
On cheese and fish diseased and foul
Polluted by the demon's bowel.
When lassitude is briefly shaken
Steps to freedom are rarely taken.
They fight not with the spawn of hell
But with the others trapped as well
Their screaming rage echoes and falls
On twisted metal and crumbling walls.
Surrounded by hills like a dragon's claw
Mesmerized by the dragon's maw.
They and their young will die right here
Their bones be cleaned and always kept near.