Or, “My Kingdom for a Horse”
At the Market (yesterday)
03 Saturday Sep 2016
Posted in Travel
03 Saturday Sep 2016
Posted in Travel
Or, “My Kingdom for a Horse”
01 Thursday Sep 2016
Posted in Education, Uncategorized
Perché = why
Perché = because
The reason why is because of any reason that remains intact in school?
01 Thursday Sep 2016
Posted in Travel
Signs of recognition say that we are Spoletini (if only of a distant sort).
Air kisses, naturally, are the best; smiles of heartfelt welcome, a close second.
But even sideway glances and puzzled stares intimate that we’ve been here.
Pictures, with stories, to ground the tale in native soil when technology cooperates.
31 Wednesday Aug 2016
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Morning errands. Afternoon thunderstorms. Evening stroll. (“La Passeggiata.”)
Just about the way I remember it, especially with the Wi-Fi gone haywire.
Pictures and stories to follow, as technology and temperature|ment allow.
29 Monday Aug 2016
Posted in Education
Two years ago, performing the ritual sightseeing trip to Norcia, we were awed by the mountains and the plain of Castelluccio. And I was drawn to the quaint little town, which seemed to circle around an unreachable center, in what struck me as of a piece with the non-Euclidean universe I kept finding in these hill towns.
With camera in hand, as every self-respecting tourist insists on burdening himself (and others?), I added to the collection of my door series. But I was especially fixated, as I now remember, on a construction site in Castelluccio that we passed by on the first leg of our journey up the hill.
Little did I know. This wasn’t just your ordinary episode on the HGTV network. Engaged in what passes for research these days (i.e., surfing on the Internet), I stumble upon the rubble of our ignorance: back in 2014, just before we visited, an earthquake brought down some buildings in this lovely mountain town Continue reading »
29 Monday Aug 2016
Posted in Education
What are the odds? In Probability 101, the expected break-even answer always assumes a perfectly balanced coin and the ideal atmospheric state. Meanwhile, back here in the real world, neither the coins nor the geopolitical advantages are evenly distributed.
Spoleto, our cherished home-away-from-home, is among the lucky ones. Being twenty miles from the epicenter of the recent earthquake surely helps. So too, however, the advantages of wealth: literally building on its cultural cachet, over the years, the town has reinforced ancient buildings with earthquake-resistant infrastructures.
The smaller villages and towns in the mountainous areas, like Amatrice and Castelluccio, are significantly worlds apart. (Italy has an estimated 20,000 semi-abandoned villages, I have just found out. After World War II, the locals often departed in search of a better life. And while some later returned to their homes, they typically settled for a summer retreat.)
The town of Accumoli, for example, has about 600 permanent residents; while in the summer, the tiny population soars into the thousands. Castelluccio, much smaller in size, follows the same basic pattern for quite different reasons (harsh winters and the seasonal rhythms of agricultural production keep folk away).
Just as in the States, for the rest of the summer our future holds a tale of two types of towns–one relatively safe, teeming with life, and wealth; the other, remote, tragically devastated, and perpetually poor. As in this scene, captured on film, at two points in time.
29 Monday Aug 2016
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Apparently, someone at the Rome Hilton has mistaken us for significant donors to the Clinton Foundation with a direct line to Huma Abedin. At least, that is the way I fear it will be reported in the AP story on the scandalous suite they have given us.
From the corner of our playground, past the bathrobe on the king-size bed, to my dear wife standing in the “parlor” (beside the workspace), the distance is a multiple of meters that escapes all comprehension even when converted to pixels.
28 Sunday Aug 2016
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Beside me, Rebecca is sleeping through the flight. Some things never change.
Ahead, the ground has been shattered by a quake. Who knows what remains?
Familiarity, the point of always returning to one favored spot, will be there still. And yet.
It is never simply the same. Even though, as always, beside me Rebecca is sleeping through the night.
20 Tuesday Oct 2015
Posted in Education
The saint narrates of an Arian bishop who, having dared to celebrate mass, was stricken by sudden blindness. From this moment the church became the object of numerous reconstructions and changes in use.
In the 10th century it became a Benedictine convent. The church was rebuilt in the style of mature Spoleto Romanesque and was consecrated in 1234 by Gregory IX, while the nuns embraced the Rule of the Clarises.
During the 16th century the clashes between the city factions led to the closing of the convent, which in the following century was ceded to the Lesser Observants.
Entrusted to this order until the 19th century, it was then turned into a refuge for beggars.
The work done in the 18th century transformed the building inside and outside: the present look is the result of the restoration done in the middle of the sixties, which restored its late Romanesque character.
The façade with two slopes and central raising divided by pilasters with Corinthian capitals and dividing cornices on small hanging arches, has an arched portal with three insets and a rose window constituted by old elements.
[The façade is now defaced with graffiti, as eventually to be shown below. Civic prose is likewise to be retraced with hyperlinks, all in good time.]
The interior, which has a nave and two side aisles and a big transcept, is divided into six parts. Worthy of note is the cycle of frescoes from the beginning of the 13th century, an important testimony to the figurative culture of southern Umbria: they were detached in 1953 and replaced after the latest restoration (2011), and depict scenes from the Old Testament.
20 Tuesday Oct 2015
Posted in Education
When you go looking for the loggia next door, this is what you get: