Thursday, October 16, 2008


Vito has some special kinship with the moon. Day or night, if it's visible, he can locate it. He'll stand in front of the window and point at it, repeating its name over and over.

Driving along in the car, out of the blue, he will say, "moon." Angela and me will look out the car window and, sure enough, the moon is in the sky where he is looking.

He has a book titled: Goodnight Moon.

Occasionally, at night, if Vito is having trouble sleeping, Angela will ask him if he wants to see la luna. He gets very quiet and, as she approaches the window, begins to look for it up into the night sky. It has calmed him enough to allow him to return to sleep.

We also noticed that, while he understands both the English and the Italian words for moon, he only says it in English. Angela likes to say that he chooses the English word. Perhaps, because he already knows the sound that a cow makes, which is similar...

Anyhow, I'm not sure what brought about his fascination with the moon, but I like it. It's poetic...

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Relatively Recent Recording

From the 29th of September, Vito speaking. He is really fascinated by the digital recorder and the sound of his own voice played back.

He has a much larger vocabulary of Italian and English words than what is presented here, but he still goes off on such rants. This one culminates in one of his favorite expressions.

Is this enough of a post? I've been sitting here for fifteen minutes trying to add something else interesting, but there's not much of that. I guess I'm just avoiding grading papers...

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Aren't You Voting?

This is the most historic election in our country's history! Surely it has some impact on your life.

Who's the real maverick? What?! You know what's good for you, but does this country know? Don't be a pretender. Cast your vote!

I should be doing something productive, but I'm not. Well, I'm not preparing for school tomorrow, anyway. I've been sitting in front of the computer all evening.

About five weeks ago, I joined a bowling league. I'm on a team with another couple. Out of twelve teams, we're twelfth. My fantasy football team is 4-1, though.

Working on the next Realia poem. I think it's ready to go, but I like to let them simmer for a few days before unleashing them.

I've been in touch with many old friends recently, reconnecting after long absences. It's nice...