Wednesday, November 2, 2011
So Long As I'm Not Writing Anyway, A Random Memory
I was in an industrial office in Saronno on a bright October day in 2007 stumbling about on insufficient sleep and decided to get a cup of coffee from the break room machine. It took either credit keys, which were little thumbdrive-looking things that the employees carried, or exact change. I didn't know about the exact change and put in €2 and ordered a cup of macchiato. This left me with 1.74 credit, which a custodian lady managed to explain via Italian and some gestures wasn’t going to come back to me. So I ordered another macchiato. Then I went and found my project manager host Gianlorenzo and told him my comedic tale. He went back to try and get the money back on his key but no dice, so he returned with a third macchiato and a couple sodas. Thus by lunchtime I was well awake and in fact in a better mood than I had been in a long while. We had a good cheerful lunch and a nice walk to the cafferia, where I asked and was allowed to take a picture of the girls and the machines. Hey, I was an American, I figured I could act the part. Anyway, both girls were pretty but one was gorgeous and, judging by the increasing frequency of glances over the preceding couple days, suspected I had noticed.
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They both look the same prettiness to me. Guess you have to be male to decide which is the gorgeous one. :)
You write so much for someone who has no time to write. Teehee!
-Paula
I like the one on the right. Bella!
What's really cool is that you were right near Monza, famous for the Italian Grand Prix from the great days of Formula 1 racing (Fangio, Hill, Moss, Stewart, et. al.).
Tee hee back. This took ten minutes. How long's it take to do 1,667 words EVERY DAY?
Yes, of course, the one on the right. I had vague fleeting visions of channeling some raconteur steeped in Italian culture, charming her with my wit and gentle gaze and stealing her off to some rented villa above Lago di Como, but alas, we had to go buy stamps.
Nonsense alert. I often say I could write all day given a chance. So I should easily be able to give myself a chance if I carve out a couple hours. But it isn't true. when I do carve out the hours, I lose all focus. Most of my writing is done when I either should be doing something else (as now) or have almost no time for it (as last night).
Of course, there's a clue in that as to how I might make it work for me. For ex I could commit to doing a lot of things and then write when I'm supposed to be doing them. I can see how that would work out.
As I'm not writing anymore (a painful admission) I have taken to submitting what few poems I do have to magazines. It's something anyway. Like they say, "when fisherman can't fish they mend their nets".
I noticed the women in Italy do seem to have a base level of loveliness that's somewhat higher than your average human. I think it's because they a) take care of their skin, b) eat healthy foods, and c) know how to dress with effortless style. In the Duomo square, it was easy to point out the American tourists. They had crispy overprocessed hair, cheap knockoff handbags, and twenty or thirty extra pounds. Oh, and big white sneakers.
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