Tag Archives: Rome
N.
Barbie just introduced me to N., a Stephen King story, about a psychiatrist and his patient, who might be saving the world or just garden-variety insane. The story is intriguing and it’s been turned into a series of short, comic … Continue reading
Still Life Without Stick
Stick left today, which was just as miserable as the last time he left China. Airport goodbyes don’t actually get any easier with practice. We had a really insane 36 hours getting him ready to go. Finally, as he was … Continue reading
Pasta Carbonara
Maria Liberati’s Pasta Carbonara This is a typical dish from Rome. The pecorino cheese used is typically pecorino from Rome or Pecorino Romano. The Romans tend to like dishes that are simple, without a lot of ingredients and not snobbish-just … Continue reading
The Basic Art Of Italian Cooking
The Basic Art of Italian Cooking by Maria Liberati is part cookbook and part travel memoir. Between recipes, Maria shares travel adventures, like meeting her now-husband, and misadventures, like the Italian-language student who asked for a shower, instead of a … Continue reading
Repatriation Blues
When I was in Yantai, pining for the smell of my beloved Herbal Essences shampoo, they stopped making it. Perhaps it’s no coincidence that this happened while their best customer (me) wasn’t able to buy any. Yesterday I went to … Continue reading
Scenic New Jersey
“What were you doing in Moscow?” the immigration guy at Newark airport asked. “Transfering planes from China, I was only there for a few hours.” “What were you doing in China?” “I was teaching English in Yantai and I had … Continue reading
Ara Pacis Day
We went to the Ara Pacis today. I love the Ara Pacis. (Zorro, if you turn on my computer, that’s my background) My Roman history is the Julio-Claudians with some Livy stuff before and some Constantine stuff after. If Robert … Continue reading
Roman Holiday
One my first Roman day, Stick and I went to the Pyramid of Cestius, and to the Non-Catholic Foreigners Cemetary where Keats and Shelley are both buried (not together… although both are buried next to their “good friend”) and we … Continue reading
Marco Polo
When I thought about seeing Stick again in Rome, I imagined coming off the plane, with shining hair, and possibly a cute shoulder bag, and running towards Stick’s arms. I forgot a lot of little details, like dragging all my … Continue reading
