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Vinni Pukh

Nothing beats a silly Soviet animation of proper British literature, especially not when it’s rainy and cold outside.

Via yayeveryday.com

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Ne’er-do-wells contribute to society, too.

Yesterday, Leslie and I broke new ground in the world of science. Broke new ground and simultaneously savored gelato and sunshine while sitting and admiring the Duomo. It was all rather professional in its spontaneity and positive results.

The likelihood that any given passing individual (be they tourist or local) will look up and notice two people casually sitting on a curb between two parked vehicles yet only slightly obscured from their line of vision is approximately 7%.

Passersby were observed over a twenty-minute period. Two samples were taken, each consisting of twenty people and spaced apart from one another by a period of five minutes.

Possible reservations for the solidity of our findings may include mental math, lazy outlooks of the conductors, and naturally-induced drowsiness from mid-afternoon sunshine. A second experiment will soon be conducted for the sake of comparison; faithful results are expected. Please watch for further reports.

Leslie and I are currently seeking any willing sponsor for publication of our findings. Leslie and I have taken up residence on the steps of chiesa di Santa Croce, deigned them as headquarters, and may be found there for the forseeable future.

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Tainted Love?

Leslie and I are sitting in a bar in San Spirito, a less touristy neighborhood located on the south side of the Arno. We’re sitting in the bar that the Italian kids took us to for our first Apertivo. We’re sitting at a tiny round table located squarely in the door frame where two large french doors have been thrown open. Leslie is working filling in a stack of postcards, writing notes and sweet nothings to loved ones back home. I’m reading dry accounts of early medieval music and its function in Florence’s early societies. The most beautiful part about this moment is not the flawlessly relaxed setting, the kind you’d find in most any American traveler’s favorite fantasy — rather, it’s the bar’s choice of music. Italian’s have the best (read: worst) taste in soft rock and 80s pop, and they’re quite proud of it. Incidentally, we’re singing along over our whiskey, though still staring at the table and its collection of papers and pens and responsibilities. I’m certainly pretending as though I’m not chuckling at the bartender who knows every word to every song, but will only sing to himself when he has the chance to duck his head below the bar to grab something. It’s okay. Leslie and I have him covered as we slyly dance along to the macarena while still sitting in our chairs.

I’m pretty sure life can’t get much better than this.

And, well, that’s what I like about you.

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