Monday, March 31, 2008

Lunedi Lunacy

Its was a Golden Age of TV Comedy: Carol, Harvey, Tim and a Guest.

Most people don't realize that Maggie Smith got her start in Revue comedy as a singer/dancer/sketch performer. I was fortunate to see her both in London (Hedda Gabler directed by Ingmar Bergman) and later when she decided to live in Stratford, Ontario and become a member of the famed Shakespeare company there. For 10 seasons she played everything - Chekhov, Congreve, Coward, Cross, Shakespeare. Her Lady Macbeth was outstanding, her Rosalind in As You Like It one of the finest comedy performances I've ever seen and even though she could do star turns she just as easily became a member of an ensemble. To this day I remember a frighteningly beautiful Three Sisters with arguably a group of the finest actors in North American at that time. It was another Golden Age.

31 marzo - San Beniamino

Friday, March 28, 2008


Window Box Nap
Window Box Nap

28 marzo - San Sesto Papa


As election day (April 13) draws near posters are being slapped up all over town. The supporters of the far-far-right Forza Nouva where perhaps a little too eager to get their message out when they put up these posters on top of a lingerie ad but...

And their message:

An Italy without outsiders*
It can be done.

Again I am not going to comment one way or another on the political situation here but that slogan does raise some interesting questions. Such as who then would work the dairy farms, man the clothing factories, clean the houses, toil as live-in caregivers for Nonna and Nonno when the family is too dispersed to do so or for that matter who would pose for the lingerie ads? I'm sure they have answers.

*A more accurate translation of extracomunitari would be "immigrants from outside the EU" - given the normal message from FN this suggests a new tolerance of former East Block peoples who are now part of the EU. Strano. Molto strano.

28 marzo - San Sesto Papa

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Mercoledi Musciale

I consider it lucky that I grew up in a household where we listened to Opera on Saturdays - Metropolitan Opera in the afternoon and Grand Ole on Saturday night. My brother played the banjo and sang Pete Seeger and I sang in the church choir - first as a boy soprano then as a wayward tenor. It wasn't that we were a musical family - hell I never could read music worth a damn, ask the other tenors - just that music was part of what we listened to. As a result my musical taste is fairly catholic in nature, if leaning heavily towards the vocal. Any sort of vocal - opera, leider, gospel, jazz, pop, country, bluegrass....

This combination of bluegrass and gospel had me wanting to clap along and maybe even call out a few "Praise the Lords." And the guy on the electric guitar damn near sets the place on fire.

Though they may look like they're dressed for the Republican Convention the Cumberland Trio were part of the folk scene in the 1960s.

26 marzo - Sant'Emanuele

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Parlo di Piu e del Meno

  • According to Blue the in-flight magazine for Aegean Airlines 2008 has been declared the year of the Feta by the Greek Government! Greek cheese manufactures have been up in arms over the imitation feta coming out of Denmark, Holland and Germany the past few years. It’s a billion dollar industry worldwide so the financial stakes are high and Greek producers are worried about cheap imitations that pass themselves off as the real thing. Feta marketing is going into full swing in Greece and throughout Europe. The new EU safeguards on Feta labelling – wouldn’t you have loved to hear that resolution, no doubt defining percentage of water, salt and curd content, read onto the order paper – guarantee that within Europe only Greek Feta can bear the proud name. Look for the πραγματική ελληνική φέτα on the label.
Lunch at Cinnamon

Parsi took us for lunch at a wonderful place called Cinnamon - traditional Greek with a twist. As you can see we dug in.

  • Yes we have recycling here in Rome and many of us collect our plastic, paper and other recyclables to put in the handy bins on the streets. The problem appears to be that the city forgets to collect them.
Recycling bins?
  • I now feel that I have finally arrived in Rome. I have become a regular customer at a barber shop at the bottom of Via Nazionale. I first went there because it was close to the language school and open. There are two barbers – Walter, an older bespectacled gentleman with a trim goatee and an air of ownership, Mimo, a younger more casual gentleman with a permanent tan and an artful comb over – and Luisa, an extremely attractive full-figured lady, who does the manicures, scalp massages and general reception and clean-up.

    I was made to feel welcome, despite a struggle with language, from the first time I walked in off the street. Mimo is my barber - Walter only deals with former Prime Minister Prodi, President Napolitano and the older long-time clients. But that’s fine because Mimo does an exceptional job with my fastly thinning hair. Luisa makes sure the nails are trimmed and glossy and gives the most relaxing scalp message immaginable. All the little formalities are observed – we shake hands on arrival and departures, health of my colleague (Laurent, who also goes there now) is always enquired after and the proper greetings and wishes for any approaching festival are exchanged. And we even have our little jokes about my bad Italian and Luisa’s emerging English.

    The day before we left for Athens I noticed that is was “almost time to buy a violin” as my mother use to say. As we were going to opening night at the opera with Parsi on the Friday I felt a haircut was in order. I dropped into the barber shop to see if they could take me after school at 4:30 but Mimo was booked up from 2 until 6. Luisa did a bit of fiddling, some frowning, then told me to come back at 4:15 and sent me on my way with a cheery “a presto.” I arrived back at 4:15 and somehow someone had been pushed back, someone else had been pushed forward and I was cut, manicured and massaged.

    When a man's barber does that for him, he knows he's arrived wherever he is.

  • And a final sign from Athens. When Parsi took us to lunch in the newly redeveloped Gaz area we saw this sign on a building near the restaurant. Anyone want to guess what it is?

25 marzo - Annunciazione del Signore

Monday, March 24, 2008

Lunedi Lunacy

A sure sign that spring is in the air!

24 marzo - dell'Angelo

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Buona Pasqua

Buona Pasqua e auguri a tutti*

Easter Eggs at BleveRoses and a Butterfly on the Easter Egg
I'm not saying that this is a country of excess but.. underneath all the wrapping, silk flowers and butterflies are gigantic chocolate Easter Eggs. And yes, people do buy them!

*Happy Easter and good wishes to all.

23 marzo - Pasqua di Risurrezione


Western Easter Sunday this year falls on an uncommonly early date. The last time this occurred was in 1913 and the next time will be in 2160. The earliest possible date, 22 March, is even more rare: the last time was 1818 and the next time will be 2285. Until 1582 the date of Easter was identical in both the Western and Eastern church, after that point the different methods of calculation at times led to wide variations. This year there is over a month difference between the Western and Eastern observations of Easter.

Of course the differences between the two rites extended far beyond the dates of Easter and are best left to theological minds. But this past month in visiting the 12th century Duomo in Spoleto, the 9th century Basilica of Santa Prassede in Rome and various churches in Athens I was struck by how close they were artistically in earlier times.

Sozsi Crucifix in Spoleto
This life-size crucifix by Alberto Soszi dating from 1178 once stood behind the alter of the Duomo in Spoleto. It is parchment mounted on wood and is now conserved in a glass case elsewhere in the Duomo.

Window display of Good Friday vessels in Athens
A window display in Athens of vestments and vessels for Good Friday though modern reflects the iconic tradition of the Orthodox Church.

Crucifix and Icons - Spoleto 13th Century
There is very little difference between the painting style of this 13th crucifix from Spoleto and the one in the window above.

Aspe Mosaics - Santa Prassede, Rome
The Basilica di Santa Prassede here in Rome is filled with stunning examples of 9th century mosaics. This apse mosaic of Christ the Redeemer is very much in the Byzantine style that was to be replaced by a more realistic style in the West but remain central to the Eastern Church.

Pinturicchio fresco - Cappella Eroli
This fresco of the Madonna and Child with St. John the Baptist and St. Stephen in the Capella Eroli in the Duomo at Spoleto is by the 15th century artist Pinturicchio. It shows the change in style that was evolving in the Western Church during the Renaissance.

Icon of the Madonna and Child - Athens
Whereas this beautiful Madonna and Child is a modern continuation of the Eastern tradition of icon painting from the 11th century.

23 marzo - Pasqua di Risurrezione

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Supper with Friends

Lately I've found that little things are triggering memories - it may be a word, a picture, a sound, something on the street or even a taste or smell. Suddenly a long-forgotten event or person springs to mind.

Last Supper IconAnd they went, and found as he had said unto them; and they made ready the passover. And when the hour was come, he sat down, and the twelve apostles with him.
St. Luke 22;13-14.

We were strolling near the Cathedral in Athens last Saturday around an area of shops that specialize in church adornments. When I saw this icon in a store window memories of Holy Week at my old Anglican parish in Toronto came flooding back and with them one name: Elizabeth Lemberger.

Elizabeth was an Austrian Jew who had converted to Anglicanism after her escape to England at the onset of the Anchluss. Alone at the end of the war she immigrated to Toronto and became part of an incredible parish family at St Thomas - Huron St. Every year after the Vigil and First Mass of Easter a group of us would gather in Elizabeth's cramped apartment over a laundromat on Bloor St for a Passover supper. She would prepare many of the traditional Seder dishes and a few recipes she remembered from her childhood to share with her extended parish family. For her it was a way of remembering and celebrating the faith of her birth and the faith it gave birth to and the family she lost with a family she had found.

It has been over 30 years since I sat at one of those dinners and 15 years now since I last saw her, we lost touch as I moved around the world. But as I looked at that icon last Saturday the memory of her ladling hot, savory, aromatic broth into a bowl of broken matzo was as vivid as though it were yesterday.

22 marzo - Sabato Santo

Friday, March 21, 2008

4 X 10

So here I am in the middle of working on a few posts appropriate to Holy Week and doesn't Lorraine come along with a bit of memish distraction. Well I'm easily distracted and I wanted to post a few pictures from Athens so:

Coffee Frappe
There isn't a cafe in Athens where you won't find a Coffee Frappe - sweetened ice coffee with a delicious foam on top. My favorite is at the Cafe Metropole in the Cathedral Square.

Four jobs I’ve had in my life:
Airline Employee (33 years) - Clerk, Customer Service Agent, Training Instructor, Project Manager
English Teacher to the Polish Armed Forces Chiefs of Staff
Web Editor of an English Language Business Paper in Poland
Security Screening Officer with the Government of Canada

Four Movies I Watch Over and Over Again
The Dead – a beautiful, simple, touching film - Walter Huston’s last based on the James Joyce short story
Raise the Red Lantern – a classic of the Chinese cinema with the incredibly beautiful Li Gong as a young girl brought into a merchant's household as the fourth wife.
Dumbo – What you ain't never seen an elephant fly?
Some Like It Hot – Well no body's perfect!

A tinsmith in Psiri
This tinsmith's shop is located just on the edge of Psiri.

Swan Windows
These iron work swans grace the balconies of the Spanish Embassy on Dionysos Areopagitou; and yes, that's the Acropolis across the road reflected in the windows.

Four Places I Have Lived
Toronto, Canada – born and bred
Ottawa, Canada – home base for most of my adult life as I travelled around the world
Warsaw, Poland – our first real diplomatic post together, I was more a visitor in Mexico City, Amman, Cairo, Chicago and Beijing.
Rome, Italy – our current home

Four TV Shows I Watch
(We have 500 channels here – 100 in Arabic and 50 of those are for sex chat lines???? - and there is still nothing to watch)
The Simpsons (I Simpson)– you know its reruns when you can say the English dialogue over the Italian dubbing.
Ugly Betty – reruns on Fox here and we still don’t have this season yet!
Family Guy (I Griffin) – you know its reruns when you can say Italian dialogue over the original English
Law and Order: SVU – reruns but who bothers with dialogue when you can watch Chris Meloni or Mariska Hagerty for that matter.

Organ Grinder
Sunday around noon the cafes near the Agora where filled with a few tourists but mostly locals enjoying those wonderful frappees and early lunch. Adrianou St. was crowded with street sellers and entertainers including this old man with his antique hand organ.

Open Air Cinema
An open air cinema on Apostolou Pavlou. Its like a drive-in without the cars.

Four Places I Have Visited
Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon), Vietnam
Aix-en Provence, France
Mount Sinai, Egypt
Skagway, Alaska
Okay I’m not bragging here but on one of those map programmes I’ve clocked up 195 cities visited, now mind you that includes a restaurant stop at St. Tite so maybe I should make that 194.

Four People Who E-Mail Me Regularly
Linda Gagne
Charlie Knight
Bev Toomer
Robert Mickens

A darelict house on the Plaka
Many of the houses on the upper reaches of Monastiraki and the Plaka seem derelict.

However this building very close to the Cathedral has been beautifully restored.

Four Favourite Foods
French Fries
Mashed Potatoes with Gravy
Scalloped Potatoes
Roast Potatoes with Rosemary and Olive Oil
And yes I am Irish and yes there is a theme here!

Four Places I Would Like to Be Right Now
(Okay I’m going to cheat on this one and going to include places I'd like to be in the coming months)
In Punta Cana for our nephew Andrew and Jessica’s wedding in April
At Mount Tremblant for our friends Martin and Robert’s wedding in June
In my old garden, once the 52 cm of snow has disappeared, to watch things begin to grow
In Rome with Laurent – oh wait a minute I am but I honestly can’t think of a 4th place.

Mosaic Trypanium
There were many small chapels and churches throughout Athens, many like this one adorned with mosaic tympanums.

Cub Scouts playing
This group of cub scouts where playing a round game of some sort on Dionysos Areopagitou on Sunday afternoon. I'm still not sure how the guy in the Asterix helmet was involved.

Four Things I Am Looking Forward to this Year
Our trip to Salzburg in May
Our trip to Venice and Vicenza in April
Maybe, just maybe, a trip to Malta
Celebrating our 30th anniversary in November.

Four People I'm Passing this on to:

Subtle Knife

Pöppies at the Theatre of Dionysos
The area surrounding the Theatre of Dionysos was a mass of poppies and the gentlest breeze sent them dancing.

21 marzo - Venerdi Santo

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Mercoledi Musicale

A little late with the regular Wednesday music post but I had to work on this. In honour of my new found - okay imposed - devotion to temperance. Mary Lou Fallis sings an inspiring piece from the Methodist Hymnal 1912, which exhorts us to have the courage to say NO!


This number is taken from a wonderful collection called Primadonna on a Moose. Miss Fallis sings popular Canadian songs from 1840 to 1930 including Paddle Your Own Canoe, Oh What A Difference Since the Hydro Came and By the Banks of the Saskatchewan.

19 marzo - San Guiseppe

Adieu la

Well that's it life as I know it is now officially over! I have just returned from a visit to Dr Sannino, the specialist I was seeing about my tummy problems over the past month or so. His diagnosis: for a man my age - God I want to slap someone when they say that - I am in good general health except for my grinding gut issues.

Here's his suggested treatment for the problem:
  1. Go for long walks and get more exercise.
    I'm okay with that.
  2. Get more fiber in my diet - fruit and vegetables.
    Love fruit, enjoy salads, cooked veggies - would rather leave them but...
  3. Some minor procedures should be performed that will improve things and avoid future problems.
    I'm all for preventive medicine.
  4. Stay away from soft drinks.
    Not a problem I've never really been a fan of pop - other than coke with my rum, which I don't drink anymore.
  5. Avoid drinking wine.
I think that pretty much explains my first statement!

19 marzo - San Guiseppe

Monday, March 17, 2008

Tenacity x3

Yellow flower poking out of a metal staircase
Thousands of people walk up this metal staircase on the Aeropagas at the Acropolis every day - but this little piece of green and yellow seems to be stronger than they are.

Growing in a crevice
A crevice in a rock on the Acropolis that holds a few grains of earth and catches small pools of water is all this lovely little flower seems to need.

Nature takes hold in the ancient. On a windswept promontory on the Aegean at Cape Sounion this plant took root in the ancient stones of the Temple of Poseidon.

17 marzo - San Patrizio

Lunedi Lunacy

And who better to help us celebrate the Feast of the Blessed Patrick but Spike Milligan - an Irish Nationalist if there ever was one.

17 marzo - San Patrizio

Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Italian Girl in Athens!

In the past two months I've had the pleasure of meeting two blog buddies. Last month Aaron from Meanwhile was visiting Rome and we were able to meet for lunch and a bit of a wander. On Friday Laurent and I spent an enjoyable evening with one the premiere opera bloggers around: Parsi from Parsifal.

In an e-mail I had mentioned that I would be in Athens this week and asked if anything operatic was on the books. Not only was Rossini's L'Italiana in Algeri (The Italian Girl in Algiers) premiering Friday night but the great Greek Mezzo Agnes Baltsa would be singing the lead role of Isabella. And a friend of his had two extra tickets and if we would be interested..... Would we! Damn right!

Agnes Baltsa and me.I'll likely post a review later in the week - too much to see here to spend time in the hotel room blogging - but it was a great evening, spent with great people. And that would be Miss Baltsa taking a moment to pose with a fan at the opening night reception.

Thanks Parsi for including us in a wonderful evening. And remember Rome, Muti, Otello, December!

16 marzo - Delle Palme

Psiri Signs II

For all my Mac friends and those of us who admired those marvelous signs but were totally confused by them, my blog buddy Parsi helped out by sending this comment:

Ok, let me help you with this:
1. An instrument maker
2. A box maker (who is called Menelaos, I suppose there must also be an Agamemnon around)
3. Just a bar
4. Just a bar (and a very trendy bar indeed).
5. A place where you can buy a kompoloi (its a string with little balls on it that you play in your hands, I know what you 're thinking, no!!! nothing sexual!!!).
6. A taverna with live music
7. A taverna without live music

As to number 5 I'm shocked he would even think that such thoughts would cross our minds. And Elizabeth, close but no cigar. Hmm I wonder what a cigar makers sign would look like?

16 marzo - Delle Palme

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Psiri Signs

According to Matt Barrett's Greece Survival Guide – our source for all things about Greece – Psiri, the area just north of the Acropolis and the Agora is becoming the new Plaka. Shops, eateries and bars are setting up in the area and it is the new place to be in Athens.

Certainly the art of the shop sign is still being practiced along the various narrow streets and alley ways. Lettering is normally in Greek but normally the picture will tell you what the craft or speciality is. Though I must admit in a few cases here I’m totally mystified. (Scroll over a picture for a title.)

String Instrument MakerGift Wrapping and PackagesA restaurantA children's Store???A Worry bead makerNot really sure but its a lovely signA restaurant?

13 marzo - Santa Patrizia

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Mercoledi Musicale - Melina Merkouri

Early March of 1967 I was in my first year with Air Canada (my employer for the next 33 years) at Toronto Airport. A clerk in the Operations tower, I worked in a fishbowl perched at the end of a boarding finger reached by a metal spiral staircase. In those days people walked outside to board an airplane, any airplane not just the small propeller ones. One windy afternoon I had struggled down the stairs with an armload of flight plans heading for the terminal. A charter flight from Philadelphia, carrying Melina Merkouri and the cast of the Broadway-bound Illya Darling, was deplaning as I walked towards the terminal.

I don't recall how it happened but I tripped and 25 flight plans and I fell to the ground in an undignified pile. As I scrambled to collect the plans and my dignity a smoky accented voice asked: Are you okay, darling? Here let me help you. And a ring-laddened hand was proffered. I looked up into the most fascinating face I had ever seen in my young life. The halo of Carmel-coloured hair and a smile the like of which I have never seen again almost blinded me to an incredible pair of sparkling, laughing eyes. It was Merkouri. In a complete daze I know I must have turned a bright red as she helped me up, dusted me off and kissed my cheek. At that moment I was head over heels in love.

In fond memory of that moment, which I had forgotten about until a few days ago, and in celebration of our departure today for Athens here is the devine Melina singing Children Of Piraeus in Never On Sunday the movie that inspired Illya Darling.

Σας αγαπώ, Melina.

12 marzo - San Massimiliano

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Sunday in the City

I've gone on often enough about how the only way to manage life in Rome is to get the hell out of it! And we are trying to do that more and more but there are times when a weekend in the city can have its own rewards.

Sunday morning we headed into Centro at around 1000 to meet our friends Walter & Robert and Larry & Vincenzo at Caravita, an English-language parish just near Piazza Venizia.

Palazzo RinucciniThe Palazzo Rinuccini faces Venizia at the entrance to Corso, the main shopping street that joins Piazza Venizia to Piazza di Popolo, and was the residence of Maria-Letizia Ramolino Buonoparte, Napoleon's mother, after her son's fall. She lived there from 1815 until her death in 1836 at the age of 86. Much of her time, even after the onset of blindness, was spent on the green shuttered balcony overlooking the Piazza.

After mass we headed over to Il Barroccio on Via dei Pastini for a nice leisurely lunch: Cured meats and sausages, mozzarella, grilled eggplant and zucchini, a vegetable-chocked Rubatela, lamb stuffed pasta with a light fresh pea-studded sauce, a very good Sicilian red, a slice of confetti cake and a glass of amaro. And much laughter and a bit of carry-on.
After lunch we strolled down to see what was happening in Piazza della Rotonda and found the area around the Pantheon crowded with Sunday strollers and tour groups. There really doesn't appear to be an "off-season" for tourism these days in Rome. Next week, with the beginning of Holy Week, will be madness. I think we'll just avoid Centro or better yet get out of town.

Trendy CopAnd of course if your going to wear the uniform of the Polizia Municipale its always best to fashion accessorise with trendy red-framed glasses but do hide that cigarette in the palm of your hand just in case the Commissairio walks by.

Macdonald Piazza della RotondaWhen Pius VII had them proclaim his glory for restoring the Pantheon and major work on the Piazza, I'm not sure he was thinking of the Macdonald's that would be installed there two centuries later. He was the Pope who, though having been kidnapped and held for six year by the French, asked for better treatment for Napoleon on St. Helena. And he offered refuge in Rome to members of the Bonaparte family including Maria-Letizia. (I have to admit the Macdonald's sign is so unobtrusive that I missed it the first few times I was in the Piazza.)

Giolitti on a SundayGiolitti on a SundayIf the crowds were bad at Rotondo the mob was worse at Giolitti, but service was quick, efficient and any wait was worth it.

What we were all after - the best gelato in Rome. Mine: a medio cornetto - half coffee-half pistachio. Larry's: the same but without the fattening cornetto! The world is a good place!

And to further prove that point the camellia tree outside the front door is in full bloom.

11 marzo - San Constantino

Monday, March 10, 2008

Lunedi Lunacy

My father and brother listened to The Goon Show with an almost religious fervour every Friday night. My mother, ever the more practical one, would sniff that it was all very silly! And silly it was- a bizarre British radio show created by a group of mad geniuses: Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe, Michael Bentine and Spike Milligan.

By his own admission Milligan was the maddest of the lot. He was institutionalized several times when the effects of bi-polar disorder became too much to handle and he spoke openly about those times. Creatively he was the most versatile of the group: children's writer, author, playwright, musician, poet, environmental activist, campaigner against domestic violence, Irish nationalist. And he's was bloody funny.

I thought this little clip would be a fitting comment on last week's hospital visit:

And now for something naughty, Neddie!*

And to end on a note of total and utter political incorrectness (you've been warned so I don't want any indignant comments!)

*Goons fans will get the reference.

10 marzo - San Simplicio

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Ospitale Hospitality - Update

Well I walked out of Casa di Cura Privata Sanatrix late yesterday afternoon lighter of heart, of wallet and, thanks to the English salts, of weight. Because the file is turned over to me I also have a fist full of pictures of parts of my body that I never though would be photographed for posterity. And they are pictures that I will definitely not be PhotoShopping for general distribution.

The tests all turned out well with two small exceptions which will be dealt with in due course - but nothing serious. It does appear that I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome which I have always thought of as a grumpy old man's disease but then again if the Syndrome fits! So we will see what that leads to - no more wine???? I think not!

For some reason yesterday just before I feel asleep under the blessings of liquid Valium I had a Law and Order: SVU hallucination. There I was on the doctor's table, on my side wearing a pair of hospital pants with a flap in the back, a type of gag in my mouth and oxygen tubes in my nostrils and suddenly the door opens and Mariska Hargitay and Christopher Meloni jumped into the room guns drawn and he yelled POLICE FREEZE! Damn wouldn't you know it Chris Meloni shows up to rescue me from the mad doctor and I'm falling asleep.

06 marzo - Santa Colette

Silly Season

Okay there seems to be a bit of this going around - lets just call it winter stress release not complete and utter madness.

My Boston Blogbud EG put this one up. Sort of a which Muppet do you most resemble. Here's my result. Frankly I'm just a bit surprised, I mean really I haven't done drag since I was 14... and no Sling there are no pictures so you can't go and make popcorn!

You Are Miss Piggy

A total princess and diva, you're totally in charge - even if people don't know it.
You want to be loved, adored, and worshiped. And you won't settle for anything less.
You're going to be a total star, and you won't let any of the "little people" get in your way.

Just remember, piggy, never eat more than you can lift!

And Auld Hat (Bad Hat! Bad!) has got a whole group of us making silly Avatars over at Meez.

Meez 3D avatar avatars games

And for some reason mine looks like Hal Linden with less hair. And he's only doing half his routine, the blog versions are currently truncated. But believe me this little guy is blowing kisses to his loving, adoring and worshiping.... ah... maybe.. just maybe that Muppet quiz was right!

06 marzo - Santa Coletta

Ha! Ha! Very Funny

For some reason Stephanie, my niece, felt she had to send me this:


Last night my sister BETTY and I were sitting in the cellar and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'

So she got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine.

She's such a bitch.

I really wish she had more respect for her old uncle.

06 marzo - Santa Coletta

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Mercoledi Musicale - Marlene Dietrich

Back in 1960 Toronto got a new theatre – the O’Keefe Centre – a huge barn of a place that was meant to be a multi-purpose performance centre. Until then there had only been the Royal Alexandra a lovely Edwardian theatre but limited and limiting in size. It was a heady time - the new venue opened with the out of town premiere of Camelot – Julie Andrews, Richard Burton, Robert Goulet, Learner and Lowe, Moss Hart, Oliver Smith – the list was Broadway’s best. I went to a matinee half way through that six week run and the show was still clocking in at three and a half hours – the old Rudolf Bing comment comes to mind: Half as long a Parsifal but not half as funny.

But that was only the beginning: we got My Fair Lady, Judy Garland, The Paris Opera Ballet, the Metropolitan Opera and Marlene Dietrich. I saw them all that first year. Yes I saw Judy Garland and yes, as a budding Broadway baby I screamed I LOVE YOU JUDY. But ultimately I’ve never been a really big Judy fan.

Marlene now that’s a different story. She wasn’t a great singer – a great actress yes or perhaps a good actress with great directors – yet when she stepped out into the carefully arranged lights in her form fitting beaded gown and began you were immediately transported.

There was one number that she always sang which seemed a little unusual for a sophisticated cabaret artiste but she performed it like no one else, not even its creator Pete Seeger. She spoke-sang Where Have All the Flowers Gone with all the bitterness, wistfulness and heart break of someone who had heard the unheeded warning time and time again. Her anger, frustration and desperation are subtle but compelling.

Sadly it seems they never learn.

5 marzo - San Giovanni della Croce

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Pretty Yellow Things

Well I finished the David Hewson book - The Seventh Sacrament - last night in a marathon "I've got insomnia so I might as well read" session. He's a damned good read and because its set in Rome I have a fairly good idea of the geography of the action.

On the medical front there were a few more tests today with negative results but tonight started the English salts segment in preparation for the Endoscopes tomorrow - and it ain't been fun. So because my snow bound friends in North American need a little cheering up, a few of my blog buddies are in need of a bit of colour and I have to keep what's left of my mind occupied - here's a Spring Windows display from one of the local bakery-candy shops just down the street from us.

Store window - yellow flowers
Store window - yellow flowers
Store windows - yellow flowers
Store windows - yellow flowers
Store windows - yellow flowers
Hidden somewhere in amongst all that yellow are bonbons, Easter eggs and all sorts of goodies. I feel better already.

04 marzo - San Casmiro