Monthly Archives: September 2014

Nightstand, Emeritus

03 Wednesday Sep 2014

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In these days of camera phones and iBooks, it’s quite hard to picture the backlog of books (both great and small) on a retired professor’s MacBook Air.  Should I secure permission from my old roommate on 3rd Belk, I’ll publish his magazines and hardbacks instead.  Far more neatly stacked, sharply shot, the image captured here calls out to me still.

iBook Library that I stashed away, many at the last moment, must be of interest to me of course.  How often, or in what way, I’ll be able to deliver to U a return on my investment remains to be one seen in the posts ahead.  “Quick scripts,” I can assure.  “Slow going,” yet, they may well prove to be.  Hey, ‘re: tired profs’ usually involve poor students (in the puns of Walden) that way.

La Cucina

02 Tuesday Sep 2014

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Kitchen, cuisine.  And other good stuff.

With these words, I begin the slow food movement that has given my blog its subtitle. Cooking, for us, surely will move at a snail’s pace in our cucinino.

On our first night in Spoleto, fat chance of that, even with a steady rain warning us to stay home. 

The menu at Nove Cento (Nine Hundred), casual fare, looked just right on the website: nice and light.

So of course the corner windows were dark as pitch. Turn back to the left, toward a more familial-looking haunt, brightly lit.

No way I can put dinner into words (way too much pasta in my mouth for that to work!).

And no chance of posting Reb’s photos (at best every other course gets snapped, on average, in a doomed epic contest to remember).

In their stead, a great link. Story and pics are both on the blogpost menu–as tough a choice between them as the one we faced over dessert.

 

 

 

 

What I Don’t Know (could fill a book)

02 Tuesday Sep 2014

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I start filling up this book with “Flintstone.”

(Actually, there’s an historical exhibit back in the Rome Hotel which holds the place of honor: a wall-to-wall series on “Economic Rome,” with a separate plaque about Roman slave labor, worth the “photo op” to me at least.)

But I was saying, before Truth broke in with all her matter-of-factness about the exhibition, I’ve no idea if there’s flintstone in these here hills.

(For a real travelogue, take a side-trip to The Shady Forest by clicking here. [A note bene to the wise: great story, wrong region: alas, and alack, my kingdom for an “i”!]  Or else carry on with this “shaggy dog” of a story here.)

Since anyone who shares the peccadilloes of a misspent youth knows our cartoon set is laid in Bedrock.