Napoleon was exiled to the picturesque island of Elba, off the Tuscan coast of Italy. After failing to kill St. John with poison, the Apostle was exiled to Patmos, a Greek Island. That was their “punishment”. So, let me get this straight. If you do what is deemed wrong, you are FORCED to spend the rest of your life on a beautiful Mediterranean island? And to make matters “worse”, you must subsist on a diet of wild vegetables, fish, sheep-milk cheeses, and wine? And your desserts are all natural, being honey-based? And you must suffer by the sea?!?! And you have minimal contact with people? If that’s the punishment for exile, who do I kill? Please, I want to be exiled. Please exile me now.
Photo is mine from Positano, Italy, close to where my mother was born and raised, close to where my wife is from, close to where I was married, and it blends into the beautiful Mediterranean Sea, where I hope to be cremated when I die and my ashes thrown into water. (2429)
“They can be like adults without real consequences and responsibilities.”
I am always amazed when I hear teenagers talk. Part of it is beautiful because it is innocent and seeing them live in the fantasy world they are in not only takes me back to that time, but gives me a quick rush of that youthful feeling I so miss. Teenagers, especially aggressive and ignorant boys in the high stages of post-puberty, say the dumbest things based on unbelievably ignorant presuppositions. I hear the kids of today say the same things (but worse and more entitled) that so many of my friends during my teenage years littered out of their mouths.
EVERYone of these teenagers today talks about how they will be the next Bill Gates. But not for actually creating something of value. NO NO NO. At best, it will be an app or something useless. I cannot count the number of kids who get stressed out with their future careers and lives they are only imaging and have YET to live out. Teenagers usually talk about how they will make millions when they grow up. Then, after some (hopefully) reality slapping them in the face, they tone it down, but only somewhat. I have even heard teenagers say, “You know what? I’ll just make 250k and I’ll be happy with that.” HAHAHA Oh really??? Time will be a brutal club to beat you into reality. And what is it with the SETTLING for 250k, as if they “deserve” more but will just be ok with that sum, that only maybe 1% makes? Where does this arrogance come from?
Teenagers are arrogant because most have no responsbiltues. They are at stage where everything is new. They should be forgiven most of their actions but some parents should start acting like adults and scold their teenage boys for hooking up with girls and spreading rumors that she is a “whore” and their teenage daughters for actually being whores. It’s a free for all for teenagers. They can be like adults without real consequences and responsibilities. That’s why they roam around their High School Hallways and have “locker-room” humor and hurt people’s feelings and do (sometimes) really messed up things. I always found that the high school kids who had a job (yours truly) were always more well-grounded. Ronald Reagan had his son work at a gas station. Nowadays, the kids will only work at the gas station only to tell the boss how to run the place, but also ask for a raise in 3 months and ownership of the company in 1 year.
My theory ( which is not really a theory, but a fact ) about whenever the weather climbs up to 50 Degrees, people break out the flip flops, is always being proven right. What is the emergency? Why the rush? I’m a water sign, so Continue reading → (564)
My dear friends, years ago (2007-2008) I found in me the need to inform the world and clarify what there needs to be known about Pizza as it is made in its place of origin. Since I could not just stop there, I included coffee. When I introduced to the world to my website pizzaandcoffee.com , I went into detail about 2 of the most important things Continue reading → (564)
In the Campania region of Southern Italy, speficically in the provinces of Naples and Salerno, O’ Per e O’ Muss’ is very common. Having spent half of my life in Italy, and most in my mother’s town outside Salerno, this combination of pig’s feet and mouth is sold either out of trucks or in actual shops. Oddly, this traditional, poor man’s food, unhealthy by today’s standards, seems to thrive even though I rarely see anyone buying it. The jelly and fatty meat is skinned and then boiled. It is maintained refrigerated and served with lemon and salt. My uncle, Zio Ciro, educated me on the composition of O’ Per e O’ Muss’, which uses the feet of pigs and the mouth of young cattle (veal). Sometimes, other veal parts are used as well. A few years ago, among the millions of ideas that pop up in my head, I thought of opening up an “O’ Per e O’ Muss’ ” truck in New York City. Even better, I thought of having a store with the tuck INside, in the front window, capturing the attention of all who walk by. If you copy my idea, I will never forgive you.