‘Twas the year 2005. I think. Anyway it was summer, and I was at the seaside with my friend Spleen. Come on, it’s titled “Absinthe” and there’s a friend named “Spleen”, you know where this is going to go. French…

‘Twas the year 2005. I think. Anyway it was summer, and I was at the seaside with my friend Spleen. Come on, it’s titled “Absinthe” and there’s a friend named “Spleen”, you know where this is going to go. French…
Lately, in Italy, people talked about a lot of things. So now it’s my go at it. And to be polite I’ll do it here, without littering your facebook wall. If you’re in, please stay and read and let’s talk…
To hell with new year resolutions, vision boards (even though I have one :P), and everything else that falls in this “new” year frenzy. Here are some serious blessings I’m sending out, from the pitch black bottom of my Grinch…
Let me begin saying that I know perfectly that me-twenty-years-from-now will think “Oh, sweet summer child!”, à la Martin. While my mother or my granny would simply say “Oh you little thing, you still have polenta to eat!” (like, in,…
Everything has already been done at least once. A couple of years ago… ok, no, many years ago, in my first year of University, after my fist History of Ancient Philosophy exam, 10 credits, with a monography on Aristotle, I…