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Diario del Capitano... / Captain's Log...
Pensieri, peregrinazioni, sogni ad occhi aperti e (soprattutto:-) vaccate del buon vecchio Mattia...
Thoughts, wanderings, daydreams and (mostly!;-) nonsense by good old Mattia...
03 January 2015
23 April 2010
20 July 2009
summer readings
whatever our deficiencies in understanding our friends and colleagues,
the person we are fated to understand least is ourselves
Alain de Botton, Kiss and Tell, 1995
18 June 2009
in an e.e. cummings sort of way...
...shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
16 June 2009
26 January 2009
been there, done that (or excerpts from an unplanned-for week in pasadena)
another lonely planet guide off an heathrow's newstand
getting hold of flip-flops & shorts (but not of de rigueur 10$ sunglasses) in paseo colorado
a jet-lagged double espresso and a "biscotti" at vroman's cafeteria, before intensely browsing through pynchon, salinger and wallace foster tomes
a sierra nevada pale ale and a bowl of stuffed jalapenos with ranch sauce at lucky's by night
an early-morning presidential inauguration like no others
an assorted choice of asian and mexican food and, last but not the least, the inescapable pizza at chandler's and cheeseburger & chips at "pie 'n' burger"
a couple of intensely all-american movies at playhouse's laemmle's
warm winter nights and dubiously (un)dressed so-cal girls in old town
and finally, too short a sun-kissed walk along hermosa beach boardwalk
and then it was raymord carver short stories and a copy of esquire with an obama sticker at LAX
and lying across 3 seats on an half-empty flight back to london, variously reminiscing of childhood long-haul and other flights and wondering whether I should be going back after all...
getting hold of flip-flops & shorts (but not of de rigueur 10$ sunglasses) in paseo colorado
a jet-lagged double espresso and a "biscotti" at vroman's cafeteria, before intensely browsing through pynchon, salinger and wallace foster tomes
a sierra nevada pale ale and a bowl of stuffed jalapenos with ranch sauce at lucky's by night
an early-morning presidential inauguration like no others
an assorted choice of asian and mexican food and, last but not the least, the inescapable pizza at chandler's and cheeseburger & chips at "pie 'n' burger"
a couple of intensely all-american movies at playhouse's laemmle's
warm winter nights and dubiously (un)dressed so-cal girls in old town
and finally, too short a sun-kissed walk along hermosa beach boardwalk
and then it was raymord carver short stories and a copy of esquire with an obama sticker at LAX
and lying across 3 seats on an half-empty flight back to london, variously reminiscing of childhood long-haul and other flights and wondering whether I should be going back after all...
06 January 2009
xmas and all
at first it was the snow, falling with surgical precision on Christmas night, New Year's Eve/Day and Epiphany...
then the clearest and coldest skies ever, walking up the hills with an occasionally unhealthy Ani di Franco playlist, the ice nicely cracking under the shoes of an aging researcher panting as if there were no tomorrow...
and the Moon rising sideways at night, and Venus getting so close...
and a literary Christmas throughout, with a touch of repetitive syncretism, with a second take on all sorts of things, from peter's lost boys to alice's rabbit hole, from dave's staggering genius to virgina's clarissa, from henri's "fuite" to roland's "discours amoureux"...
and after a coreographic and alcoholic attempt at burning the witch, and the whole sorry year behind us with her, it was finally the coldest night ever, indeed...
good night & good luck, folks, on to 2009...
then the clearest and coldest skies ever, walking up the hills with an occasionally unhealthy Ani di Franco playlist, the ice nicely cracking under the shoes of an aging researcher panting as if there were no tomorrow...
and the Moon rising sideways at night, and Venus getting so close...
and a literary Christmas throughout, with a touch of repetitive syncretism, with a second take on all sorts of things, from peter's lost boys to alice's rabbit hole, from dave's staggering genius to virgina's clarissa, from henri's "fuite" to roland's "discours amoureux"...
and after a coreographic and alcoholic attempt at burning the witch, and the whole sorry year behind us with her, it was finally the coldest night ever, indeed...
good night & good luck, folks, on to 2009...
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