53 Brentwood Blog

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Cutillo Park

There seems to be a park in the North End with my name on it.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Psycho Prince

THE royal families of Europe have traditionally been dog lovers, pampering their corgis, labradors and wolfhounds.

Prince Henrik of Denmark, however, loves dogs in a rather different way: delicately sliced, lightly fried and served on a plate.

“Dog meat tastes like rabbit,” he said in an interview published yesterday in the lifestyle magazine Ud & Se. “Like dried baby goat. Or perhaps — I know! — like veal. Like the veal of a baby suckling calf, only drier.”

But the culinary tastes of the 72-year-old Prince have caused concern on two counts. First, he is the husband of Queen Margrethe and, as Prince Consort, one of the official voices of Denmark, a country committed to ending animal cruelty. Secondly, he is honorary president of the Danish Dachshund Club.

“You have to make some allowances for the Prince,” Lasse Hansen, a dog lover who works in an EU embassy in Copenhagen, said. “He is French, and the French are capable of eating extraordinary things, like horses and snails.”

The Times May 03, 2006

Friday, August 04, 2006

Come on, Hillary, give him a chance!

The day's most riveting moment came when Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton (D-N.Y.) read a list of policy blunders she said had led to the current Iraq crisis, and she accused Rumsfeld of incompetence.

"Given your track record," she asked, "why should we believe your assurances now?"

After a long pause, Rumsfeld responded: "My goodness."

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Roads to redemption or greatness

Originally uploaded by giulio13.
I have the best editors ever. It's like a dream.

Everytime somebody orders a copy of our little book, they send me the purchasing order.

This is probably not too convenient when you sell millions of copies, but we'll try to keep this policy even in that case.

This shows that we do care for those people who are actually buying this book.

Yes, we do care about YOU, who went to the bookstore Feltrinelli in Bologna, on the very hot day of July 25, 2006 and order a copy of this masterpiece. Ok, maybe you went there just to be in an airconditioned place, but hey, the roads to redemption or greatness are often mysterious.