i think that the two species slash cultures that REALLY get what life is supposed to be like on earth are native americans (aka american indians, or if you're the racist Governor ratcliffe in Pocahontas, "savages") and the mid-day-napping, drinking-prosecco-like-its-water, ravioli-eating people of italy. this seems like a sesh on stereotypes, but it's not that at all.
this isn't about casinos and injustice, this is about the glory days, when people lived off the land, had a specific role in the community (like a shaman, canoe-carver, fisher, etc.) and hunted and gathered and used every part of the animal to live. plus, they cruised around in canoes, were geniuses at planting and harvesting crops, and interpreting the flying patterns of bald eagles to teach tribe members a lesson.
plus, sleeping outside in a tent is a blast. salmon bakes, bonfires and dance parties. count me in.
i wish that i could've seen what america and it's native people looked like in the hey-day before john smith and co. came over and jacked things up.
this is the co-owner of monte's italian restaurant in the village (in the picture with me, after an intense night with jacki and tortelloni al pesto and tubs of gelato) - the place is godfather-fab, and amazing - but i believe italians get it. most important, is that they close up shop mid-day TO GO TAKE A NAP. why is this not a universal social norm?
italians drive around on MOPEDS! genius! i would gladly trade in the 6 train (starring in the newly released horror movie "the taking of pelham 123," which is scary because I COMMUTE ON THAT DAILY. thanks a lot, hollywood d.bags).
the language is beautiful, and even things like "no thanks, i'm allergic to fish" come off sounding like a love confession.
also, raviolis and basically all kinds of pasta are delicious, and if i could have an IV of some sweet italian vino attached to my forearm, that'd be amazing.
(photo taken by jacki, just before the gelato-and-cannoli massacre)
