Sunday, June 21, 2009

Rude and Crude

Once again... Long Islanders behaving badly....

Tiger Woods taunted at 10th hole; Fred Funk's name becomes obscenity -- Newsday.com

Beer-sodden fans and rain combined for an ugly finish to a long day of golf yesterday, with Tiger Woods and other golfers subjected to drunken heckling as the action at Bethpage Black came to a close.

At 6:42 p.m., dozens of drunken spectators at Hole 10 taunted Woods as he prepared to start his third round in the rain.

"We're on Long Island, baby, where men are men!" one fan yelled. "Put that umbrella down!"

The taunts were mixed with cheers from the majority of the crowd.

Woods did not respond to the people who were heckling him but tried to quiet the crowd with a "sshh" hand gesture, putting his finger to his lips, as golfers prepared to tee off on the adjacent 12th tee.

"Suck it up, you've got your own video game!" someone shouted at Woods.

Some fans, apparently disgusted by the hecklers' behavior, walked away from the hole. Others told the vocal contingent to quiet down, which had no effect on the verbal abuse.

Minutes later, a group of fans greeted Fred Funk at the 10th hole by shouting his last name as an obscenity.

A little earlier, drunken fans at the seventh hole shouted at golfers, "This Bud's for you!" On the ninth fairway, drunks called out "you suck" to players while spectators on the other side booed the hecklers.

Concession stands scattered across the course - including the one near the 10th hole - don't start selling beer until 11 a.m., yet a line already had formed in front of the taps between the 16th and 17th holes well before that. But the late- morning scene was peaceful, giving little indication of what would happen later elsewhere on the course.

Many beer-drinkers Saturday at Bethpage Black were there simply to enjoy the scene.

John O'Shea, John McQue and Cronan Ryan sat on a hillside overlooking Hole 17, leaning back on their elbows and taking slow sips of Budweiser.

"We just had to rest a while to get some beer in us," said O'Shea, 22, of Manhattan.

"We just needed to relax," added McQue, 28, of Sunnyside.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009


"Better on the road than in the broth" 


Synchronicity... is the experience of two or more events are causally unrelated occurring together in a supposedly meaningful manner. These events should be unlikely to occur together by chance...

Work with me people, I am going somewhere with this thought.

Ok...

A week or so ago Anna, hysterically laughing, comes into the home office with a new notebook. On the cover was a chicken wearing sneakers walking on the road with a English / Italian joke. See above. The notebook remains unused. Anna, didn't need it, she just had to have it and couldn't leave it for some kid to buy who wouldn't understand the joke. I scanned the notebook and thought, this would make a great image for a post one day....

Today, I am sitting down drinking my morning cappuccino on the passagiata with Sam, Silvia and Ian. I snap open the local paper and read this headline:

Rapallo, gallina e pulcini sulla A12
Chioccia travolta, salvati i piccoli

(Rapallo, hen and her chicks on the A12, hen run over - chicks saved! Nothing to do with J. Travolta!)
Vigili del fuoco e polizia stradale mobilitati questo pomeriggio sull’A12 per recuperare una gallina ed i suoi pulcini che si erano avventurati sull’autostrada. Il singolare episodio è avvenuta tra Rapallo e Chiavari, in direzione Levante. La gallina, purtroppo, non è riuscita a sfuggire alle auto che sfrecciavano sull’autostrada ed è stata investita. Miglior sorte per i pulcini che si sono rifugiati vicino ad un tombino ai lati della strada e sono stati recuperati dai vigili del fuoco.

Translation... The autostrade was shut down because a hen was on the road with her baby chicks. Unforturnatey, the hen became road kill.... but the firemen were able to save the chicks because they were in a storm drain. 

After my delicious coffee and brioche, I came home and logged onto to facebook. There on my newsfeed was my friend Susan, who lives in Annapolis, MD - see link to her blog "Whelan Kids" in the side bar, announcing that she had just delivered 7 baby ducks whose mom bit the dust on the I -95 to a wildlife sanctuary! 

"Mille e una storia"



 
A Thousand and one stories... 

With  roles on that ranged from a wise Signora, a Principe from Denmark and la Signorina Natalia Vladimrovna a star was born last night... Anna's career as a budding actress is on its way. 

Keeping with tradition, the last night's annual production began in the unsual chaotic way and very late. Most of the parents wouldn't stay seated or civil, and one unruly child stamped his feet on the floorboards as he and walked up and down between the aisles creating a sound similar to a stampede of elephants distracting Anna and her friends on stage during one serious act. The girls didn't miss a beat. The only professionals in the theater - were the young adults on the stage. Maybe the parents need a workshop on audience participation....

Through all the commotion, the show went on, and, I know I am her mom, but, Anna was brilliant. Unbelievable to see our shy little girl grow up to be a serious young actress.  Anna tells us all the time, it all so much fun to pretend to be someone else. And, really, isn't it?  Anna is already looking forward to next year's production and scoring a promised starring role. She even has a first fan. Some little boy ran up and give her a hug as she walking out of the theater.... Thankfully, Sam didn't see it.

Next stop... the great white way!


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Monday, June 08, 2009

Flags

One of Sarah's artistic moments...

In one brilliant shot she captured the story of her life.... The Italian flag, the Union Jack - yes, Sam is a British subject and so are the girls, and the European Union flag. Missing, the Stars and Stripes. 

The rainbow flag... no, Sarah is not gay. That flag, is the flag of "Peace" - Pace. Don't believe me... check out Wikipedia.  Rainbow flag  To my delight these last few years -  the anti - war / anti - Bush / anti - globalization crowd - while demonstrating, protesting or striking in the Italian streets have carried this symbol of "peace" . It is often flown on the same pole as the symbol of the Soviet Union, the hammer and sickle. Ironic, isn't it? Symbol of peace flying with the symbol of communism? How many millions lost their life in the pursuit of the worker's paradise? Wonder if they thought about world peace?

Which got me thinking....

If a nation values anything more than freedom, it will lose its freedom, and the irony of it is that if it is comfort or money that it values more, it will lose that too. 
W. Somerset Maugham


Concerti!

In June our lives become a blur. As the days get longer and schools winds down, the weekends are a constant stream of "events" building up to the day when take our seats on the jet that flies us to JFK....  

This weekend was no exception, and, it was a weekend of firsts for Sarah....

Friday...  Sarah debuted her new violin with the Orchestra Giovanile del Conservatorio Nicolò Paganini at the Monastero di Santa Chiara in Genoa. 

This was only second performance since being invited to join the young orchestra this winter. Normally, the practices start in the fall, but this year thanks to strikes and how things go in Italy, the young musicians got a late start. Even though, they sounded terrific and were extremely professional. The program ranged from Haydn to Vivaldi to Bach and the kids never seemed to miss a note. The audience? Many of us still don't know when to clap and when to not clap. Classical music is funny that way. One should never clap between movements, only at the end of a piece. But, the conductor, who is great with the kids is also great with the audience. First time we clapped when weren't supposed to, he reprimanded us with a no - no wave with his baton! I get the feeling he is teaching us along with his students.
Saturday night saw Sarah giving a repeat performance, only this time, she was in Moneglia (not far from the Cinque Terre) at the Oratorio dei Disciplinanti. And... this time, we had to PAY to see Sarah perform! Our first time ever paying to hear our daughter play her violin. The audience was made up of mostly family and friends of the young musicians, but, a local hotel bought a few rows of tickets for their guests. Just think, right now, some German tourist might be blogging about the fabulous young orchestra from the conservatory in Genoa he saw this weekend. 

This weekend while listening to my daughter play her violin with the other talented young musicians in the orchestra who are from not only Genoa, but from many other parts of the world - Russia, Armenia, even another young American. I started to think that maybe living here is not so bad after all. That even though I struggle living in this country and feel the life I have built is temporary. Maybe I haven't done so bad after all. And all that we might have given up by living here, may be overshadowed by what we have gained. Look at Sarah, would she have had the opportunity to be exposed to and study with such high calibre musicians if we had stayed in San Diego? I will never know. 

Like the language, which no matter how much a try to be fluent in, eludes me. Life here at times does too.  The chaos, which seems to have no end. The bureaucracy that ties your life in knots. Feeling like a foreigner each time you step out of the door. And then you look at your kids and it hits you. They don't feel any of this. They know of no other life. They are in some little way, becoming Italian.
I may never fully immerse myself in Italy and I will never feel Italian, yet, I am changed. I know that I am not the same person I was when I arrived in here 9 years ago. And, you know, that is not so bad. 
The thought hit me while listening to Sarah and her friends. Maybe what I am longing for is really what I mourn. A way of life. My way of life. Simply being an American and living amongst familiar surroundings. And the sadness that I feel, that no matter how many turkeys I roast for Thanksgiving will never cure, is quite normal. Really, when do we never miss something in our lives? Are we ever complete?
Sarah and Anna are merging two worlds and many ways, that might make them different. You know what? That ain't so bad. Isn't "different" quite like being extraordinary, novel, individual, original or special? 
Orchestra Giovanile del Conservatorio Nicolò Paganini
Oratorio
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A Weekend Wedding

 
Sandwiched between Sarah's concerts, there was a wedding. As things go here. There is this couple, Odille and Rosella, who come to the monthly antique market in Chiavari to sell their fabulous furniture  Antique Piemonte. Click over to their site and you may see my home! Sam and I over the years have bought many of our amazing pieces of furniture from them and have quickly become their friends. About 5  years ago, they started telling us about this other "Inglese" couple who was also a client. This couple had sold everything they owned, moved to Italy with 2 daughters, bought a villa in Piemonte and were renovating it into a hotel - to hear Odille tell it, you would think they did the renovations themselves. As it goes, one thing led to another, and we are now friendly with the English couple who these days are proprietors of  a swank hotel in Piemonte -  LaVilla Hotel.

Back to the wedding....

Odille and Rosella's youngest son was married this weekend and where else to have the wedding than at a friend's house which is also a charming hotel.

Saturday was a day that threatened rain and storms. All around you could see ominous black clouds, but never over us. The clouds passed over a few times but, over all we were in a bowl of sunshine. The wind blew, and it blew so strong that it lifted a few skirts... Other than the excitement of my exposed knickers, there was the cake. Look at that cake! Have you ever seen anything like it? Believe me, it tasted even better than it looked. Sponge cake with pastry cream topped with fresh fruit! So good, I went back for seconds!

 

 
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