it's 4150 miles from Montevideo to Cape Town
.. and other sordid crap you didn't (care to) know
Christmastime is here but no one really has the spirit flowing. that could be because it's 55 degrees one day and 22 the next. but i think it's more because we don't have a big huge vacation to sit at home like we used to when we were kids and just let the season happen. it happens while we are sitting in our offices, saving vacation days for trips that may never happen, doing little but biding time until the inevitable northeastern traffic pipeline grows thick with crappy drivers and impending snowstorms, and only then are we permitted to enter the fray, so that we arrive ruined and impatient, and the season discolored and tarnished. but it's when we're sitting with our loved ones, bitching about how difficult it was to arrive, that we suddenly realize we're there with people who actually cared enough about us to put us through that whole traumatizing experience. it's tough love. and that, i guess as far as Biblical stuff goes, is what God puts Christ through, and Christ is born on Christmas, so it's a fitting metaphor.
but really, to us Italians, Christmas is about two things: love, and fish. lots of fish. 7 different kinds of them! fish and love are one in the same, aren't they?
i love Christmas.
.. and other sordid crap you didn't (care to) know
Christmastime is here but no one really has the spirit flowing. that could be because it's 55 degrees one day and 22 the next. but i think it's more because we don't have a big huge vacation to sit at home like we used to when we were kids and just let the season happen. it happens while we are sitting in our offices, saving vacation days for trips that may never happen, doing little but biding time until the inevitable northeastern traffic pipeline grows thick with crappy drivers and impending snowstorms, and only then are we permitted to enter the fray, so that we arrive ruined and impatient, and the season discolored and tarnished. but it's when we're sitting with our loved ones, bitching about how difficult it was to arrive, that we suddenly realize we're there with people who actually cared enough about us to put us through that whole traumatizing experience. it's tough love. and that, i guess as far as Biblical stuff goes, is what God puts Christ through, and Christ is born on Christmas, so it's a fitting metaphor.
but really, to us Italians, Christmas is about two things: love, and fish. lots of fish. 7 different kinds of them! fish and love are one in the same, aren't they?
i love Christmas.
