Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Sleeping in a Big Bed in a Space Bubble by the Sea

So if you had not already realized, blogs are not my cup of tea. I am way behind on my holiday salutes, and i find it hard to document with a camera all the things that i am doing. So news: I will be going off to Carrara with my marble sculpting class to dig up marble in some old cave (the same of Michelangelo) and bring it back here and use it! Also I am taking a small part in another film festival, this one is going to be in the main piazza on the second largest outdoor screen in the world, (second to korea or something...damn those koreans) with old old old films. The largest section is all of Frank Capra's work;the festival is called Cinema Ritrovato, or refound cinema. I am writing and relaxing as usual tho, omellete du fromage. Last night I was surprised into a lovely night of live Tango, and it was performed very particularly. That is, it wasn't the traditional one argentinian hunk dancing with sexy sandra in red n' heels, instead it was all themed around the idea of metropolis. To give you an idea, the curtain opens, a waiter brings chairs into his restaraunt and awaits guests, and all the interactions were interprited with tango. I felt so inspired. I will surely be the tango king.
Now please let me start off with Part 3 of holiday cheer (i look so sad in the opening frame):

video

And now here are some photos that I scrounged about for.

Here I am way back in November prior to the elections...i've got the first "M", perhaps for Mock this ridiculous group of possible tourists
"You will vote for Obama, or I will eat your soul"


Here is a photo of this little jewelry market, everything seems perfectly normal, right?

Wrong! Here the camera caught a little spirit man...see him in the middle towards the bottom?


Sunday, March 8, 2009

Sailing Through



So I realize that I have been an absolute joke of a son/brother/bro/dude/whatever...but I promise that PART 3 of James' Christmas Greetings will soon be in arrival. As for now please allow me to entertain you all with various photos documenting my recent activities.

Right now two of my friends are visiting me: Aaron the American whom I know from UCSC, and Steven the Brit whom I met here in Bologna and who has returned multiple times to exploit my kind and generous nature. The past two days have been warm and clear and beautiful, so we headed up to the hills behind Bologna where my friend Ele lives. There she has a dog named Zuppa (soup in italian) who loves to fetch sticks, balls, and peices of brick...ah how lovely. The grass was green, the sky was delightfully chipper given it had just woken up from its winter hibernation, and we were drinking wine from a 5 liter bottle whom we dubbed Sandra, and one of the few examples of decent italian beer. Other fond memories were a 1 year-old blonde boy named Marco pointing to me and saying "papa," the lunatic bus driver who confided in us the local history of the area which involved germans throwing partisan babies into the air and opening fire...yes quite pleasant...

We took some corny group pictures using the timer on aaron's camera:
And then a few weeks ago I attended Carnivale in Venice, which is famous for its masked costumes. I however decided to morph into horse-man, and people constantly gawked at me because of this. Favorite memories were losing count of the bottles of wine we consumed, losing count on the amount of times we danced with random minstrels or even without music, 3 Portuguese princesses, crazy masks, tango lessons, turning around all corners and finding new adventures, and barely catching the last train that was too full so we had to sleep in the corridors.