Viva, Italia!

I live in a world where this exists. And that makes me happy. Happy as a giant stuffed pink bunny.

For some perspective on it all, check out the Google Map of it. Now I have to go back to Italy (which is where I was exactly one year ago). Though I still say I'll never go back to Florence. Four times in two weeks was enough

Damn you, zacdillon

So Derek made me want to get a Twitter account because of his recent blogging. I had resisted the site with little trouble since I find the service kind of annoying and self-indulgent (he said on one of his two blogs).

I click on the join button and type in the not-at-all-original-but-very-direct name I want to use for my account, which I wanted because, narcissisticly, I wanted it to match the blog domain you're reading right now. But Twitter tells me the domain is already in use so I can't have it.

Maybe some people would see this message and simply try another name. My old AIM name for example is likely available. I saw this message and immediately went to twitter.com/zacdillon to see what this guy was all about and what he was up to (that's kind of what Twitter exists for).

Not only does this so-called zacdillon have a blocked account to prevent us from seeing what he's up to (what's this guy doing that he wants to be so secretive, anyway?) but he's not even from this country. There's some British dude (chap?) from New South Wales using my name and taking over my blog-matching Twitter domain name.

However, you'll notice if you visit him to see his photo that he is from Newcastle, home of the bridge, the blue star, and the Brown Ale that everybody enjoys. I can't fault a guy who's from where awesome beer is from. Except Hitler. No beer is that good.

Autumn falls

The carpet in my living room is white to off-white.

In my front yard there are three birch trees, arranged in the traditional triangle that birch trees are always planted in. Their little spade-shaped leaves burst out of the white trunks in the spring seemingly over night and suddenly the front yard is more green than anything.

Last weekend I opened the front door to get the mail and walked back inside. In the few seconds that the screen door was open the breeze had blown in a brown leaf which stuck out on the carpet like only the first brown leaf of the fall on a white carpet can.

Fall is hear and I love it.