I had an entertaining discussion with a friend last night which caused me to go onto La Foret’s site. I saw a photo that made me smile. You’ll like this too, Gareth (et al).
Look familiar? :) I like La Foret even more now.
He clearly knows who was the original daredevil of photography:
Take note that she’s farther out than La Foret. :)
To believe in your heart that what is true for you is true for all men, that is genius.
- R.W. Emerson
I started learning Italian this weekend while I was in Rimini. Very cool.
I spoke with my family, and wished My Father/my brothers/many of my friends a happy Father’s Day. They all deserve it.
I also re-read some passages of Vincent Van Gogh’s Letters to Theo.
I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.
We can be happy for what Vincent gave us. He did not waste his life.
If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint’, then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
Among the tools of mio nuovo prova (learning Italian):
1. Tu Che Mi Ascolti, by Alberto Bevilacqua.
I am on page 10. That only took me half a day. Hah! It’s going faster now that I understand common structures (word orders, etc.), and have bought an Italian/English dictionary for the occasional words that are not cognates with French, Portuguese or Spanish. È facile.
Bevilacqua has a very personal voice and tone to his writing.
The writing reminds me of Ondaatje. They have both learned their own “trick with a knife“*.
2. Time Out, by Max Pezzali, formerly of the band 883. He sings very clearly and beautifully, which makes it easy for me to hear how he forms sentences. Questa musica è ottima.
Also, check out Negramaro.
3. Teach Yourself Italian, which worked nicely in combination with my iPod, a chaise longue, and some sun last weekend.
Am on chapter 5, part 2 now. I am impressed with how well this Audiobook is structured/wrought.
4. The patience of my Italian coworkers. :) I now have four or five accidental professors/translators pressed into service. Perdonimi gli amici, io imparerà rapidamente.
Also, see my photos from Rimini over the weekend. What a great place: I hope to return.
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* Translations of My Postcards, by Michael Ondaatje
the peacock means order
the fighting kangaroos mean madness
the oasis means I have struck waterpositioning of the stamp – the despot’s head
horizontal, or ‘mounted policemen’,
mean political dangerthe false date means I
am not where I should bewhen I speak of the weather
I mean businessa blank postcard says
I am in the wilderness
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Ciao à tutti!
I have just posted some pictures from my ramblings in England and New York on Picasa. Check them out if you are so inclined.
Much love to James and all the rest of the Merry Band. I had myself a fine time with you all.
