Garbage Trucks (and Cars)

I’ve heard that in Seattle, the police can give you a ticket for not having a little garbage bag in your car. The goal is to cut down on littering and the reasoning is that without a receptacle, all your garbage will be going out the window.

The interior of of many of my friends’ cars is covered with garbage. I wonder if the police would overlook the missing bag in such cases.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.

Those Drunk Americans

I am starting to believe that Italians think that all Americans in Italy are alcoholics.

When an Italian friend orders wine or beer in a restaurant without specifying a size, they receive a reasonable portion. When I order, I always manage to end up with twice as much as I want.

I guess I have it coming; I don’t understand much of what the waiters are saying so I tend to just nod my head. Still, I find it hard to believe that anybody drinks a beer as large as the one I got today over their lunch break.

If my experience is representative, I understand why all Americans in Italy are alcoholics.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.

Debian and Girlfriends

I love Debian as a GNU/Linux distribution, as a project, as a group of people, and as a social movement. That said, it should come as no surprise that I’ve installed Debian on 3 out of my 4 last girlfriends’ computers.

Many romantic relationships also end of rough terms so it should also be unsurprising that I’ve had rather nasty break-ups with 3 out of my 4 last girlfriends.

What worries me is that the two groups correspond perfectly.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.

Mannequin Nipples

Every time I travel in Europe I can help but notice that mannequin nipples are more common and more prominent than they are in the states—or at least the parts I shop in.

At the beginning of each trip overseas, they surprise me and even make me feel a little embarrassed.

Over time, I find that mannequin nipples enrich the window shopping experience.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.

My Traveling Shoes

I own 10-12 pairs of shoes but when I travel, I usually take only one. In a last minute decision, I always grab a pair that I rarely wear.

When I moved to Ethiopia for the better part of a year, I brought only a pair of Soaps (so called “freestyle walking” shoes): not a brilliant move as there are no handrails and about as many curbs.

When I went to India a couple years later, I inexplicably brought my Soaps again: this time complete with holes in the bottoms.

Now I’m in Italy with only a pair of $9, fake-leather, not very comfortable, shoes.

Next time I travel, I’m going to delegate the shoe-choosing decision to a trusted friend.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.

Seafood

I’m a big seafood fan so I went into a restaurant and ordered a plate of mixed fried seafood. Several minutes later, the waitress laid a plate on the table that was more mixed than I had been expecting:

  • Some of the creatures I had eaten before but had no idea how to eat prepared this way (they had lots of body parts I’d not had to deal with in the past).
  • Some of the creatures I had seen before but had no idea that they were even edible.
  • At least one of the creatures, I had never seen before in my life.

I’ve decided that a plate is not a good place to become acquainted with a new sea creature.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.

Stories on Acid

When describing a book or an author or a movie, people will often say, “it’s like x on acid.”

I was trying to describe my favorite contemporary author to a friend and I decided that acid was not enough. I like fiction on hard drugs.

Then I thought to myself, “why does nobody talk about fiction ‘on pot’?”

I think that fiction written on pot would either be:

  • one long, pointless sentence;
  • (this one is more likely) not written at all;

I guess we are better without it.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.

Midnight Mass

I went to midnight mass on Christmas at San Pietro (St. Peters’ Cathedral) in Rome.

If had to choose two words to describe the experience, they would be “long” and “boring.” If I had to choose one word, I would choose “Latin” because I think it implies the other two.

That said, I had a really good time. I saw the pope and lots of cute girls. Some where nuns.


Originally posted as a diary entry on Kuro5hin. Although Kuro5hin is now defunct, an archived copy of the post includes a series of comments from the Kuro5hin community.