Buon Pasqua all!
- Having just finished Malcolm Harris’s Kids These Days, I find myself listening to bands like The Decembrists. Somehow, the idea that a relatively simple song by a band that believes in writing beautiful, heart-wrenching songs about real life seems very cleansing.
- I’m not making disparaging comments about Harris’s book or his analysis – I think he’s spot on, as my earlier post probably makes clear. Still, I can only take so much unrecoverable-from doom…
- I took a long walk today, and discovered that yes indeed on Easter lots of Romans head for the countryside. I walked up past the small town of Marino, heading for Rocca di Papa (I didn’t make it that far), and had lots of cars buzzing by me. I managed not to get squashed.
- I turned around at a public picnic area with two shelters, a table, and an amazing view of the lake. Under the Italian sun, with a light breeze making the pine trees sing, I didn’t want to leave.
- I am fairly certain that one way I am likely to leave this mortal coil is by being poisoned by food that I purchased at a roadside stand. That deters me not at all – on the way up I passed several food trucks that had set up tables and chairs and were roasting pork for delicious il panino porchetto. I picked the one that had the most customers on my way down, and despite stares at the dumb ass USian walking on that road, I sat down and ate one. It was amazing.
- Food safety be damned…
- There were a bunch of cyclists on the road, making me more than a bit jealous. I even saw one without a helmet, careening down the mountain at a very very serious speed. I was not jealous of him.
- Finally, I passed this gardenesque area that looked deserted. I could easily live there, again as long as that sun stays warm and the sky remains that delicious color of blue.