Yes, I am off to Rome today assuming all goes well. I have my boarding passes printed and surely I will be all packed and ready (!). I am not taking a computer with me (gasp!) except for Ianto the iTouch (mostly so I have music on the flight). So, I'm not sure how much I will be online. So I'm going to put the Twitter feed here as that's an easy way to check in and if I can, you will see what I am up to. I'm returning late on the 9th and I'm sure I will have much to share upon my return. Arrivederci, America!
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Ciao, Bella!
UPDATE: read my review of the Winter's Bone soundtrack over at Night and Day, the Spectator's Arts blog.
Yes, I am off to Rome today assuming all goes well. I have my boarding passes printed and surely I will be all packed and ready (!). I am not taking a computer with me (gasp!) except for Ianto the iTouch (mostly so I have music on the flight). So, I'm not sure how much I will be online. So I'm going to put the Twitter feed here as that's an easy way to check in and if I can, you will see what I am up to. I'm returning late on the 9th and I'm sure I will have much to share upon my return. Arrivederci, America!
Yes, I am off to Rome today assuming all goes well. I have my boarding passes printed and surely I will be all packed and ready (!). I am not taking a computer with me (gasp!) except for Ianto the iTouch (mostly so I have music on the flight). So, I'm not sure how much I will be online. So I'm going to put the Twitter feed here as that's an easy way to check in and if I can, you will see what I am up to. I'm returning late on the 9th and I'm sure I will have much to share upon my return. Arrivederci, America!
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Buona fortuna, amica! Molto bene, si. Ciao.
Grazie!
Welcome home. Hope it isn't too glummish to be back.
"A certain grey cat cannot stop whining it seems..."
Hmm. I try to welcome you home and scold you quite properly for bringing me no Italian delicacies, and this the tweet I get. Tweeting is for the birds...which I realize has a sinister cast coming from a housecat, but nonetheless you have to admit that it's pretty good wordplay for a non-native English writer. Conrad...Nabokov...Kipper...
"And you can't buy my love with kibble/Since I never was that kind/And I dare not seek comfort/In the warm glow of your nip..."
Well, not too much comfort...*yawn*.
My goodness, Kipper, you have been busy -- and your secretary, too. Thank you for the welcome back.
"Conrad...Nabokov...Kipper": surely the eternal triad!
You, too, Todd. It is... a struggle.
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