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-- but only because *someone* insisted on it. this is what happens when you talk about warm baths and good books...
so. the us wishlist is here. and the uk version is here. there is some overlap (or, if you're a glass-empty kinda person, some discrepancies). shipping addresses should be updated by now, and all that good stuff.
hurrah (sorry -- too much Enid Blyton growing up) for the Internet, Ursula, and the nearness of thirty.
[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Viale delle Terme di Caracalla, Roma]
[mercoledì 27 luglio 2005 ore 10:13:16] [¶]
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a scant nine days left to twenty-eight. four grey hairs (also know as Ursula and the Silver Supremes). the ever-growing power and presence of Larry & Harry (where *is* that damn gymcard), and an everyday longing for a warm bath and a good book, champagne optional.
sigh. this must be the nearness of thirty.
i am in a real Roman summer, wondering half-incredulous, half shame-faced, what i am doing about it. did i go see Khaled at the Auditorium Sunday night? no. am i going to watch Aida at the Terme di Caracalla? probably not. will i see Nabucco at the fantastic Arena di Verona? the Botero exhibit at Palazzo Venezia? Twelfth Night with Silvano Toti's Globe Theatre festival, or Son et Lumiére at Villa Borgese? the Notti Romane at the Domus del Celio? Castel Sant'Angelo and that wonderful-sounding tour of the Scavi under the Vatican? will i watch a film at Piazza Vittorio, or do Sunday-brunch jazz at Villa Celimontana? will i finally, after this ridiculous three-year-hiatus, go to the beach already?
will i write something? anything?
[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Viale delle Terme di Caracalla, Roma]
[lunedì 25 luglio 2005 ore 16:36:47] [¶]
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i don't know what to say.
[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Viale delle Terme di Caracalla, Roma]
[venerdì 22 luglio 2005 ore 13:48:00] [¶]
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good things (well, alright, maybe just interesting things, and maybe just for me) on the world wide web this month...
1. "Another reflection as a physician, I have cared for pregnant women for many years, and I cannot accept that anyone, anyone, can care about the embryo and the fetus the woman is carrying more than the women herself. I know what pregnancy means to a woman. But as a physician also, I have the privilege to practice in a part of our country where people are poor and where women are the poorest of the poor. And I have always been impressed by the ability of these poor women, who are mostly illiterate, the ability to make sound correct decisions about their lives and the lives of their families, when they are allowed to make those decisions. I have full trust in the ability of these women to decide."
--- Dr. Mahmoud Fathalla, Professor of Obstetrics and Gynecology at Assiut University in Egypt, at a reception / meeting for Ipas.
2. under the category of "Things That Might Not Fly On An American Web Portal": Tiscali's Gioca con arte -- a monthly series of very cool (and actually successful), blog-based/interactive guess-the-art games online.
3. the Chicago Police Department, and the general versatility of words like patron and (my favorite) solicitor.
[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Viale delle Terme di Caracalla, Roma]
[mercoledì 20 luglio 2005 ore 09:51:33] [¶]
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i really am still here, i swear. but so is my mom. so um, stand by for more? it may or may not have to do with:
- Making Yoghurt From Scratch
- Pancetta in Your Muslim Mother's Pasta
- What I Have In Common With Sabrina Ferilli
...but it *will* come, i promise.
[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Viale delle Terme di Caracalla, Roma]
[martedì 19 luglio 2005 ore 14:58:52] [¶]
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i spent all day yesterday hovering between landline, cellphone one, cellphone two, email account one and email account two; trying desperately to think of every person i knew in the city of London.
Angela was first with her "i am alive" email, to a number of undisclosed recipients. as i worried calmly and collectedly about an ex-boyfriend whose phone i could not get through to, i thought of the email i'd had to send almost three years and ten months ago, from the inundated News Cafe on University Street, to over fifty potentially-worried-sick people. i began to wonder if we should all -- because of the times we live in -- keep ready our respective disaster email lists, one copy always in cyberspace, so that you can send that single, all-important missive from any Internet cafe in any city, with or without your gas-mask on:
"hey everyone, i'm ok."
[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[EuroStar Trenitalia, Roma-Firenze]
[venerdì 08 luglio 2005 ore 10:25:05] [¶]
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