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Thursday, January 4. 2007
Thinking about Tuscany today. This is the Franciscan cloister of Santa Croce, in Firenze, taken last year. Who is entombed in the basilica? Among others, Michelangelo, Galileo, Enrico Fermi, and Machiavelli. A true Hall of Fame.
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Good Lord--what a quartet. Just about boxes the compass on human endeavor.
Walked this place a few years ago. Like treading over time in stasis.
Middle daughter did the Grand Tour a few months ago--Tuscany was her favorite--for the same reasons, the beauty along with the sense of time. Her least fave was--the Parisians (big surprise).
Well, mine likes Parisians and that IS a big surprise! I failed somewhere along the way...
Yes, all the great guys buried there plus the work of Giotto and Donatello and Brunelleschi all around. It is like being in the center of the Western world. Let's hope it doesn't become a mosque for at least another 50 years. And before that happens, maybe we can remove it, numbered stone by numbered stone, and rebuild it someplace else - a cozy glen in North Carolina, or on the outskirts of Carmel, California. Better yet, hope the Italians have the strength to keep that from happening.
reminds me of old not-so-funny-anymore joke, "who put the last two bullets in Mussolini?" Answer: "Forty Italian Sharpshooters".
I dun had sum seafood stew down Beaufort,S.C. way, believe it be called Frogmore Stew. It had sum cloister in it 'long wit sum crawdaddy,a hunk o'coon (fer flavor) and sum tabaccie.
Don't recon those gents ev'r had nune.
They say them cloisters are aphrodisiacs--but i'm not so sure--only the first three or four seem to work.
Speaking of Donatello and all, you guys should come out to my in-laws place here in Washington State. They got all kinda cloisters all over the beach, big and little and in between.
Habu, I do need to try some Brunswick Stew, though. I went to a place in Virginia that had it on the menu and I asked if it contained squirrel, and the waitress looked at me like I was some sort of freak. Well, her observation may be beside the point. But doesn't Brunswick stew have to contain squirrel?
Not to derail the thread, or anything...
"her observation may be beside the point' --har har--LOL
i gots ta be honest like ols Huck Finn and as sincere as Lady MacBeth, I anin't go no idea. i dun reed sumwhere's that a fella is better off not watch'n some foods or legislat'n be'n cooked up.
i'm pretty tolerable on my breads and rolls watch'n, but when it come ta rodent additions, well I just go chop firewood.
Now I have had Brunswick stew and it is gud, although sun folks put too much salt in it. But in an apology way i need ta say, stay away from the Frgmore Stew. Down in the Sea Islands of S.Carolina, Hilton Head, Fripp,lady's Island it's a big get together dish. I ya get into a position where's ya can't get relief from hav'n sum take a big ladle full in yur bowl and head ta somewhere sparse of people....then chuck it away
Ya know it's down in that neck of the woods that they still (honest here) practice voodoo and talk a talk called Gullah. Ya kin look it up fer sure.
BS. beaufort SC is a beautiful place with a ton of history and SOuthern Mansions lining the bay. They have a water festival in june-july that's worth going too if your within 10 miles of Beaufort that week.
In real life my wife went to Tuscany last summer on a tour of the vineyards. The gig was you rode horseback to the vineyards, ate and drank, talked with he other group members and the returned to the villa for the evening.
She and five of her friends had a great time.
They did the cloister,Rome,Napoli,Florence, the entire country basically
Now you're sating,"Why didn't he go?" Well "it was a girl thing" Six of 'em, and not a one wanted to go to the Ferrari Factory.
So I didn't go.
Instead I stayed home,except for the trip to Arlington to bury my father.
I think your idea of removing the place stone by stone is a great one.
In the 1970's I use to go to a restaurant in San Francisco that was called "Ben Johnson's". The interior was St. Albans' Hall purchased by William Randolf Hearst in the 1920's, dismantled piece by piece nad stored for 42 years in a wearhouse.
I would take dates there and explain to the brunettes and redheads that Ben Johnson and William Shakespeare had actually sat in front of the same fireplace and had discussions. Usually they were impressed, which of coursed upped the chances of diligo quod magis diligo.
The blondes? I thought you'd ask. I told them it was where they filmed "The Streets of San Francisco" and that Michael Douglas had passed out in their very chair. They would like be, "oH WOW"
Hah. Sorta like the London Bridge at Lake Havasu. Hey, we could rebuild it next to the Bellagio in Vegas...
In Maranello, you can - or could, in the mid 80's - see factory cars whipping out of the main gate on test drives. I wonder if they still do that.
I'll take a 250 GTB in red, please.
Habu neglects to mention that after hearing the Missus sign off a phone conversation using the name, he went to Italy with a baseball bat, looking for "Harry Badurchi".
England ought to get even on that London Bridge bit, by putting a FEMA trailer in the British Museum.
And sorry about your Dad. Glad he's in Arlington.
Thanks. He earned it through three wars. First as a cavalry officer ,yes at the start of WWII there were still mounted soldiers, then a switch to the US Marine Corps and battleship duty assaulting the likes of Guadacanal,Tarawa, to flight training and aviation combat in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. As Buddy's heard me say. He was a man.
Arlington is the heart of American history. It was Mr. & Mrs. Robert E. Lee's estate, until the Reconstruction Acts gave it over to its current being. I think it was Mrs. Lee's inheritance thru a line that included George Washington--tho I could be mistaken on that.
Bits and pieces of old facts cohabit and sometimes produce a Duckbilled Platypus of un-history--
Habu: I remember Ben Johnson's. Used to take my little girl there for a big deal around Christmas time. What ever has happened to that place, and or it's pieces and parts?
I left SFO in 1974 and moved to LA (job requirement).
I don't know what ever became of Ben Johnson's. Since it has great histroical value (the interior) I would certainly hope something good came of that magical place.
I can remember the first time going there, a youth in my early 20's and thinking about the proximity I was to William Shakespeare and other greats.
So then when I spray painted my name on the fireplace I knew I'd be remembered also.....dayglo yellow.......JOKE, JOKE.
another Ben Johnson, the cowboy actor, broke into movies because he was an absolutely top-notch horseman and rider. Watch and you will see, in the early/middle John Wayne movies. Art imitating Life, imitating Art. No, sorry, backwards, i meant Life Imitated Art...oh hell shut up
The colunnaded arcades in Florence are classical jazz, and let's not forget that Leon(e) Battista Alberti, (poet) and architect extraordinaire, wuz buried here at the Basilica di Santa Croce.
"Whenever I hear 'Florence', I think of the bubble dancer in New Orleans."
"Her name was Florence?"
"No, it was Sally, but I just never quit thinking about her."
It's really Habu Washington Roosevelt Lincoln P-Diddy Mohammad, but my friends just call me Roy.
You had me a bit off my game with ole L.B. Alberti until I remembered his association with Sigismondo Malatesta, then it all came rushing back.
What a pair they were!
Oh, a poet and warrior, Habu. Patron of Alberti. You win on grounds of Malatesta winning grounds, for a while. Mine made it prettier, tho’, no matter who won this plot or that countryside.
Point is, men. They exasperate and validate. Long may they live and fight and die!
(That was supportive, right? Please know I have pretty good CDs...)
"Long may the live and die"
ok, I know that Sidmund Freud asked "what does a woman want, a cigar?" but that was abridge too far
I wuz thinking more along the lines of Stephen Bainbridge: “According to Huffington, [Wesley] Clark also pictured negotiations with Iran as ‘sitting down for a couple of days and talking about our families and our hopes, and building relationships."
Western survival has become more haarem than losing, maybe? So, we be ethnocentric bullies willing to renounce our ways under the leadership of the DNC and Pelosi-palousa. Super.
Love music of all types, although I wouldn't want to listen to zydeco for more than, say, fifteen seconds.
Got lot's of blues,from way back to newer stuff. Like slide guitar of Bonnie Raitt and the late Allman brothers. Eric Clapton a fav, but I also like Bach,Mahler,Beethoven....Air on a G- string. Sultry 3am in the morning smoky bar piano music. Safe sax.
And of course John Phillips Sousa, Burl Ives and Slim Whitman.
Oh, fine, Habu. We'll all be up there real soon (but Zydeco's not that bad. Have you ever been to Mamou?---)
Went to MG while attending UF ,Go Gators, back in 1967 but no I've never been to Mamou.
I have been to Venice Beach,Ca for the freak shows. But here again that was in the 70's.
Habu, go to Fred's in Mamou, LA alluva Saturday morn and you'll know dance down to your marrow.
I love Paris . . . .
Well actually, it's a little further south:
I love Arles . . .
Just can't get away from those really old Romans!
I actually do know Mamou, & quite well. Grew up in Lafayette and Baton Rouge, and good fiends the Louviere twins maternal granny lived in Mamou.
We would there and eat her out of house and home, and on the way back to Lafayette stop & visit the little $5 'service the teenage boys' shack between town and I-10.
There was always a new local gal holding down the fort alone, and if there was more than four highschoolers driving up in the car she'd go hide in the rice paddy until we left.
So we'd go in shifts of two, leaving the other two sitting in the bar ditch down road a half mile, for the 5 or so minutes it took us to finish up and get back and trade places.
long time ago, back in the mid 60s. not last week or anything.
I know Fred's is the heartbeat. If I get all the way to my marrow, will I ever have another to-marrow?...ok strike that, it was lame.
I'll attach it to the list. But there are several prior must do's.
Drive the AlCan Highway
Go to the Goodwood Festival of Speed in England
Possibly go to Iraq to see the fuss
Go back to New Zealand and trek the South Island.
Well good folks, I'm in the middle of Huck Finn and I must get back to the Mississippi....it has been a joy and I look forward to more in the future.
Your obedient servant,
Mr. Larsen, when I serve tea it takes at least 30 minutes or so. You must be mistaken.
i'm sure I am mistaken. i uh er well, um, g'nite Huck, don't fall in the river