Where there is smoke, there (used to be) Myer.
Venice: Wednesday.
Rumours on the Rialto that Ragwort Kimber set free the Jewish Stocktake, in collaberation with Solomon Lew, have been vehemently denied. But as is said both here in Italia and in Liverpool (Street) "where there is smoke, there is Myer". This reporter has checked with Interpol, in Lyon, and they will neither confirm nor deny that SRK is under scrutiny for the dissapearance of young Maddie, terrorist bombings in New York, the dumping of Pumpkins, and now the sudden rise in value of Harris Scarfe shares consequent on the removal of competition in the Hobart City Heart.
But back to reality.
Or is it?
We are in Venice. They haven't heared of us until now, and when we leave they won't be able to trace us.
Can I just say...(no, there isn't time)...but seriously though....
Last night it was warm temperate on San Marco Square, and we had pizza and vino Rossi adjacent to the church San Vidal. We went to a concert in the church, where a chamber orchestra played Vivaldi Quattro Stagglione, and Archangelo Correlli (marvel at that name: did his mother suspect he was going to be a good boy?). It was exotic to contemplate that we were listening to Vivaldi's music, played by people of his nationality, in a beautiful chamber, and in a church where he would have visited hundreds of years ago! Those little invisible hairs on the back of my neck (well, mostly they are invisible, but they are starting to call me the Warren Zevon of Venice, after his Werewolves of Venice Town classic) stood on end and an emotive tear crept into the corner of my eye.
When Napoleon handed control of Venice to the Austrians in the early 1800s, they shortly moved back home to protect their heartland. The Dukes (or today, due to the rain, The Ducks) of Venice re-established their democracy. Their parliament of deputies housed up to 1700 representatives, they had a shipyard nearby employing 17,000 people, and Venice had a resident population then nearly twice what is today. So don't tell me there isn't a better way to run a State like Tasmania than the way it is today: all bets are off. New ideas, or out they go!
But to retrace: We were in Montpellier when last I wrote: and thank you for the feedback from Birdman, Paulo Cello (Shelley), Peter Blackwood. We went to the match which was held 20 km out of town in a delightful stadium, and all the more enjoyable for being played during the day. The crowd were good spirited, half Australian and half French (I don't mean they were half breeds, and you know what i do mean). Once Australia had a try up, everyone barracked for the Fiji side. 55-12 our way.
Contrary to some perspectives, the impression we had was that Australia played a good, solid and safe and even slightly open game of rugby, got all the points they wanted to, and evidenced ball handling and rucking skills sufficient to beat all other teams at present. What is clear is that none of the teams are playing consistently, and the southern hemisphere game is stronger. England, Ireland and Scotland have all been wasted with pyrotechnic projections of balls of their own merde, France remains able, and South Africa have been, like the whore in the room next to mine last night "up and down".
New Zealand of course remain predicted to win: they are keeping a low profile, and slaughtered the Scotland calves and left blood on the tracks at Murrayfield last weekend witha 40-0 win.
Tonga play England on Saturday: they have said they are not targeting Wilkinson. Well, let me tell you for a start mate, that is a load of cod. "Break a leg" as they say in the theatre. There could be an upset, and we might find England not even in the quarter finals.
Back to the trip. We went up the bell tower in San Marco square yesterday, to get a view of Venice and surrounding islands. Beautiful clear day, and you could see Bruny Island from the very top. I noticed that the water tank is full, so if you are down there, enjoy a bath if you like.
We perambulated randomly around the streets in the afternoon, enjoyed the concert at night, and then watched a little TV - the Miss Italia contest, before having a chat with Mrs Palmer and then crashing for the night.
Let me tell you, things I have learned.
Love to you.
Felipo.
Rumours on the Rialto that Ragwort Kimber set free the Jewish Stocktake, in collaberation with Solomon Lew, have been vehemently denied. But as is said both here in Italia and in Liverpool (Street) "where there is smoke, there is Myer". This reporter has checked with Interpol, in Lyon, and they will neither confirm nor deny that SRK is under scrutiny for the dissapearance of young Maddie, terrorist bombings in New York, the dumping of Pumpkins, and now the sudden rise in value of Harris Scarfe shares consequent on the removal of competition in the Hobart City Heart.
But back to reality.
Or is it?
We are in Venice. They haven't heared of us until now, and when we leave they won't be able to trace us.
Can I just say...(no, there isn't time)...but seriously though....
Last night it was warm temperate on San Marco Square, and we had pizza and vino Rossi adjacent to the church San Vidal. We went to a concert in the church, where a chamber orchestra played Vivaldi Quattro Stagglione, and Archangelo Correlli (marvel at that name: did his mother suspect he was going to be a good boy?). It was exotic to contemplate that we were listening to Vivaldi's music, played by people of his nationality, in a beautiful chamber, and in a church where he would have visited hundreds of years ago! Those little invisible hairs on the back of my neck (well, mostly they are invisible, but they are starting to call me the Warren Zevon of Venice, after his Werewolves of Venice Town classic) stood on end and an emotive tear crept into the corner of my eye.
When Napoleon handed control of Venice to the Austrians in the early 1800s, they shortly moved back home to protect their heartland. The Dukes (or today, due to the rain, The Ducks) of Venice re-established their democracy. Their parliament of deputies housed up to 1700 representatives, they had a shipyard nearby employing 17,000 people, and Venice had a resident population then nearly twice what is today. So don't tell me there isn't a better way to run a State like Tasmania than the way it is today: all bets are off. New ideas, or out they go!
But to retrace: We were in Montpellier when last I wrote: and thank you for the feedback from Birdman, Paulo Cello (Shelley), Peter Blackwood. We went to the match which was held 20 km out of town in a delightful stadium, and all the more enjoyable for being played during the day. The crowd were good spirited, half Australian and half French (I don't mean they were half breeds, and you know what i do mean). Once Australia had a try up, everyone barracked for the Fiji side. 55-12 our way.
Contrary to some perspectives, the impression we had was that Australia played a good, solid and safe and even slightly open game of rugby, got all the points they wanted to, and evidenced ball handling and rucking skills sufficient to beat all other teams at present. What is clear is that none of the teams are playing consistently, and the southern hemisphere game is stronger. England, Ireland and Scotland have all been wasted with pyrotechnic projections of balls of their own merde, France remains able, and South Africa have been, like the whore in the room next to mine last night "up and down".
New Zealand of course remain predicted to win: they are keeping a low profile, and slaughtered the Scotland calves and left blood on the tracks at Murrayfield last weekend witha 40-0 win.
Tonga play England on Saturday: they have said they are not targeting Wilkinson. Well, let me tell you for a start mate, that is a load of cod. "Break a leg" as they say in the theatre. There could be an upset, and we might find England not even in the quarter finals.
Back to the trip. We went up the bell tower in San Marco square yesterday, to get a view of Venice and surrounding islands. Beautiful clear day, and you could see Bruny Island from the very top. I noticed that the water tank is full, so if you are down there, enjoy a bath if you like.
We perambulated randomly around the streets in the afternoon, enjoyed the concert at night, and then watched a little TV - the Miss Italia contest, before having a chat with Mrs Palmer and then crashing for the night.
Let me tell you, things I have learned.
- England, Australia, and the English language: they are not the centre of the universe. A small planet just the other side of Betleguise is.
- Pangalactic gargleblasters to not make you see better: you just think you do.
- Afternoon siesta is the natural order of things. You can not work effectively under pressure for more than 5 hours: if you do, your work is unbalanced and lacks perspective.
- Most of the world are traders. Tertiary industry is there to serve traders, and should be given rewards for keeping the integrity of systems, but should expect not to be so highly rewarded as those who take risks, invest capital, and feed and provide services to the public. Mind you, expect bastards to be corrupt. I haven't worked out how to deal with that yet.
- Just because I disagree with you does not make me right. Indeed, not only could be both be incorrect, but it might be that truth is more multi dimensional than all of that, and finding peace between ourselves is a noble aim perhaps above the "You are right, I am wrong" didactic.
- Imagine the strength of character of the Myanmar monks facing the Chinese backed guns and fire in their own streets, and still protesting peacefully. "He faced certain death, almost cheerfully".
Love to you.
Felipo.
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