June 29, 2009: Bologna

 

In desperation to hear the familiar sound of English, I turned to my iTunes today.   

I realized that at some point in a music downloading stupor, I accidentally downloaded a full episode of Grey’s Anatomy. I have never seen this show, nor do I have a desire to, but now Mandy and I have curled up in front of it just to pacify our need for the comforting sounds of the English language. I could care less about the plotline or what is occurring in this 42 minutes, but I know that there are attractive people and they make sense when they speak. That is about all I need at this moment.

 

I have been very good to my kidney. It won’t seem to leave me alone, but I have been consuming inordinate amounts of water to compensate for the amount of walking, sweating, and such, and I think I am doing pretty well. Big pat on the ole’ back for J-ram.

 

Last night, I had the opportunity to speak with my mom. This brought a tremendous amount of relief. I needed to be upset, I needed to reminisce, and I needed to hear my mother’s voice. After this beyond therapeutic exchange, I felt both relieved enough and medicated enough to finally get my first real night’s worth of sleep.

 

Today we found a knife store! I am thrilled! I plan on getting something tomorrow to add to my collection.

 

In regards to the film festival, today I saw two films already and will be watching another tonight at Piazza Maggiore. Mandy and I started the day by watching a Frank Capra film called “Rain or Shine,” which I happened to love. It was hilarious, reminiscent of vaudeville, and incorporated slight hints towards the depression.

I greatly enjoyed it. However, it was followed by supposedly the “greatest piece of cinema from Egypt”. I would disagree. It was droning, monotone, somber, and consistently flat lining. The sound, lighting, narrative, mise-en-scene, all had NO variance whatsoever. Positive that every great film theorist and critic would disagree with me, I have to be honest.

 

Now, Mandy and I are dancing around the apartment to “Rock Me Amadeus” and acting out on our bouts of cabin fever.

 

I want to pet some giraffes when I get home, Chris!

Ciao!