it's been a while, (how many people have started simliar entries in this fashion???) a million
by the way, this isn't an end of freshman year recap...sorry!
I'm still not done, so in the spirit of this continual process of school and neverending work I would like to share a part of my Italian final with all of you.
It's in English..well, this version at least, I can let you see the italian one if you want.
Anyway, this piece is a dialogue between Beppe Severgnini, who is a famous Italian journalist who wrote a book called An Italian In America, after spending a year living in Georgetown. SO it's between Severgnini and his American editor, and they are discussing changes for his latest book "An Italian Returns to America" (btw this book doesn't really exist)
Editor: Mr. Severgnini, I don’t think this book will be well received in America, you’re criticizing their lifestyle much more than in your last book.
Sev: Since last time, I think Americans have adopted even stranger customs, which are far easier to criticize.
Editor: If you want this book to sell at all in America, you’ll have to change it. You can’t expect our people to read a book that’s just making fun of them. Listen to this part, in chapter six of the book.
“Another strange American phenomenon that I have not yet mentioned is their interpretation and variations on gelato. For us, the word gelato brings to mind generally one image, but in the spirit of opportunity found in choice, the Americans have several different views. There is the standard variety, which remains in freezers until completely crusted over with freezer burn, and is what comes on the cones, after the strenuous effort of a teenage gelateria employee. Then there is soft serve, which comes out of a machine in a aesthetically pleasing spiral, and keeps coming, spirals one after another, until it resembles a famous slouching tower. To add to the list are the confections of the ice cream man, the never ending selection of popsicles, and one variety, recently discovered by myself, that is beyond any explanation: Dippin’ Dots, Ice cream of the future.”
Sev: But what’s wrong with that? Where was the malice?
Editor: Continuing…just listen …
One afternoon, I took a walk, and while I was strolling I caught sight of the vibrant colors and wacky lettering of a sign above a store that I had never seen before. I was lured in by the air of whimsy, as I often was during my stay in America, to find a horde of kids milling around brightly colored stools, and defeated parents massaging their temples, trying to blot out the noise. The counters were splotched with creamy puddles the size of peas, and the kids were shoving into their mouths spoonfuls of a substance that I could not discern. I approached the front of the store, where before me lay a freezer of what appeared to be containers filled with multi colored freeze-dried fish eggs. The glass counter above read words like, Cotton Candy, Tropical Tye-Dye, Neapolitan, and Caramel Brownie Sundae. Flavors. For tiny fish eggs?
Editor: Tiny fish eggs? Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? How about at least…I don’t know, caviar?!
Sev: Don’t you think little balls of frozen ice cream are a little weird?
Editor: Well in America, we like to have fun and be different. Dippin dots embody this, and I think a lot of people will take your opinion the wrong way, as a criticism for our way of life.
Sev: Well that fun that you hold so dear doesn’t last very long— in this case, after five minutes it was completely melted, not fun anymore, just normal ice cream for a ridiculous price.
Editor; You should have eaten it faster, Italian! In America we don’t take time to savor our food, you should have known this by now.
Sev: (mumble) Maybe you should you wouldn’t have such a huge obesity problem!
Editor: What was that?
Sev: Nothing, nothing.
Editor: Alright then, moving along…
My perplexity was interrupted by a frayed teenage girl who asked, “What can I get for you?”
“Excuse me miss, but what exactly do you sell here?”
“Dippin dots,” as if I hadn’t read the sign, “They’re little balls of ice cream, flash frozen and kept at 40 degrees below zero. They’re…fun”
Fun. Oh..kay. All of the kids are testament to that statement, I suppose. So, feeling curiously adventurous, I chose the flavor “banana split”, and parted with more money than should ever be paid for ice cream. Reader, let me tell you that the process of eating a bowl of dippin’ dots was one of the strangest sensations I experienced in America. The bananas were the yellow dots, the chocolate syrup the brown dots, need I tell you the white dots were the scoops of vanilla ice cream, and low and behold, there was even a cherry on top—or at least mixed up in the rest of it, the red dots. Truly a banana split. Never before had I eaten ice cream with such a resistant texture, felt it actually melt in my mouth, or had frozen beads of a banana split trickle down my chin. I have to say that Dippin Dots is another example of the American’s incessant need to create something completely unnecessary. What isn’t fun about normal ice cream? Shouldn’t the biochemist who invented this culinary oddity have been creating something useful, something that would benefit the world instead of an unnecessary variation on a product that already exists? America, qualche volta non ti capisco. America, sometimes I do not understand you.
Okay! So I read that at a poetry slam tonight and it was really fun. I saw this amazing woman who just...embodied poetry. And she really made me want to pick up writing again, and learn how to slam. So yeah, watch out, for I will annoy you all with my attempts I'm sure.
Okay so this summer is going to be awesome. It's basically going to be like my verision of college...I'm sort of making a syllabus in my mind.
I have a big reading list which I won't bore anyone with, and I have a lot of music that I'm planning on learning on both instruments.
Okay, livejournal has officially become the template for my syllabus. You all suffer
Summer (re*)Reading list
The Bluest Eye--Toni Morrison
Homer's Daughter--Robert Graves
*Invisible Man--Ralph Ellison
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn--Betty Smith
Atlas Shrugged--Ayn Rand
Stories from Underground--Fydor Dostoevsky
11 Short Stories--Luigi Pirandello
Un Italiano in America (finish)--Beppe Severgnini
Mrs. Dalloway--Virginia Wolfe
Black Boy--Richard Wright (currently reading)
The Wasteland--(umpteenth attempt) T.S. Eliot
Short Stories--Vladimir Nabokov
in reality, there's more
Music learning list:
that mozart sonata that I'm learning
The Minute Waltz--Chopin
Tales of Strange Lands and People--Shumann
keep up learning fiddle tunes
relearn meditation from thais the right way
song that Laura will recommend for me.
Start advertising myself as a pianist who will play classical music for parties.
Play piano/violin at least once at a nursing home
Write at least one poem/story/something a week
Create something visual once a month
Take urban biking classes so I don't get hit when I'm in Ann Arbor
Learn about current events
Watch Season 3 of The OFFICE
Watch an Italian movie every week
Write something in Italian every other week
Dog sit for someone
Make a dinner for Mrs. Amato and Mr. Campion
Make at least one person's day every day at Kroger
Advertise myself at Kroger
Find out about being a plus size model
Not get skin cancer
Go to the pool at least once
Have a birthday party!
Chicago! To see Regina Spektor!
New York! To wander and create memories!
To take a train!
To ride the new rollercoaster!
To cement friendships forever!
The Pittsburg Jazz Violin and Fiddle Camp!
To learn to improvise!
To learn to shred the fiddle!
To become less introverted!
To take the Greyhound!
Sometime in August!
To experience NATURE!
To be with friends!
To pee in the lake!
To create inside jokes that will last a LIFETIME!
Ohhhh summer. Oh yes!
can someone tell me how to make a cut? I forgot.