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It fascinates me so much to think about what the world will be like in even 50 years time. From the time I was born to present day, this planet has changed drastically. We can communicate with people on the other side of the globe at the click of a button. We can kill wonder with a google search. We have endless avenues of knowledge attainment which are just a few clicks away. With this, I sometimes feel a lack of satisfaction. Even music, which once required a physical purchase, is instantaneous.

I fear that both awe and satisfaction are at a very finite source, and will continue to be so for as long as we are able to continually reduce the time it takes to complete tasks which would have before taken longer, but resulted in more satisfaction upon being completed.

Your username an Atmosphere song reference??

Yes!

Hello, how have you been doing?

An anon. In 2019. Damn. I’m flattered. I’m OK, I guess. How are you, stranger?

Tempest Tossed Back

Actor Vincent Schiavelli, shortly before his death of lung cancer, moved to his ancestral home of Polizzi Generosa, Sicily, Italy.

Schiavelli, being raised by his grandparents, was exposed to a Sicilian-flavoured variant of the Italian language from infancy, setting him apart from many fellow second and third generation Italian-Americans.

He was told stories of “the old country”. He was surrounded by and infused with not just Sicilian culture, but cultura polizzana. As such, after the passing of almost his entire family in 2002, he completed the round trip begun by his grandparents and returned “home”, flanked by his Italian wife Katia.

He discovered the secrets of his grandfather’s cooking, why he put anchovies inside artichokes (spoiler: to prevent against worms burrowing inside!). He played cards in smokey ballrooms with men his age and older, relics of an era soon to be bygone, as happened with the Società Polizzano in Brooklyn. He found his great-great grandmother’s grave. He was welcomed with open arms by townspeople offering him furniture, cutlery, anything he needed for his new home.

In essence, he fulfilled a spiritual yearning which seems to imbue many Italian-Americans. An ineffable attraction to Italy.

For some, this attraction is found to be hollow The Sorpanos documented this in Commendatori. The gang return to Napoli. Paulie wanders the city expecting smiling paesani to congratulate him for having Neapolitan grandparents. They don’t. It is perfectly summarised by a prostitute’s bemused expression when Paulie excitedly exclaims that his grandfather, like her, is from Ariano Irpino:

“È là” (It’s just there)

It’s just there.

Schiavelli thought similar: It’s just there. I’ll go there.

And so, he went there.

And so, he lived there.

And so, he died there.

#italy #italia #sicily #sicilia #vincent schiavelli #the sopranos

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Thoughts - 24/02/2019

I miss getting the bus from the soon-to-be pedestrianised Suffolk Street in Dublin.

I like the second half of John Frusciante’s Niandra LeDes and Usually Just A T-Shirt.

I do not like the first half John Frusciante’s Niandra LeDes and Usually Just A T-Shirt.

I am sad that the likelihood of me having children is becoming less and less likely.

I am initially paranoid of people who show a vested interest in me.

I am working on not being paranoid.

I hope that that lawyer in the Isle of Man avails of that free fucking meal which I bought for him from that cafe.

The Sopranos is good.

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A common place where I suffer from panic attacks is on the bus. Today was one such day. The woman sitting in front of me immediately asked if I was okay.

All manner of self-consciousness depletes when you’ve just felt yourself launched off of a mental precipice. Thus I had no qualms telling her that I had suffered from a panic attack.

She spent the next 10 minutes calming me down and talking to me about the Mindfulness app on her phone, her history with anxiety, and listening to me explain my own pangs of anxiety until she got off at her stop.

For as much as I may complain sometimes about where I live, I will say that I am eternally grateful that people like this exist, and that they exist in spades in this city.