Rome. Rome. Rome. I haven't updated this blog nearly as often as I had hoped to, but let's be honest, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. And I can guarantee you that is NOT blogging. Oh well. I try.
Needless to say, the past two weeks have been packed with activities. My classes are going really well, especially English 383--Narrative Writing. The class is extremely chill and it's forcing me to write everyday, which I normally struggle with. Just because of the sheer frequency of writing, I already feel like I've improved a great deal. Awesome. The book for the class, Sudden Fiction, is a great collection of American short-short stories--basically short stories averaging about two pages total. They are all little windows into this world where something just is slightly off, and in just the two pages I always finish each one feeling a little unsettled.
I'm actually pretty impressed by the program as well (Cornell in Rome: Reading Rome, Writing Rome). We've traveled pretty much everyday to somewhere new. Places we've gone to so far include Orvieto in Umbria (my favorite), Villa Adriana and Villa d'Este (my other favorite) in Tivoli, Palazzo Borghese (my other favorite), Piazza di Spagna, Keats Shelly House, Protestant Cemetary, Baroque tour, Campo de' Fiori. Damn, that's a lot of places. I could write pages (and have) about each one of them too.
Ok, I got distracted and left this mid-post. It started raining outside, and it was amazing. It was one of those short bursts--rain that obscures everything out of sight and makes everyone vanish or huddle under tiny storefront awnings. All I could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the cobblestone streets and the rush of water flowing through the streets like a river. I could barely see anything behind the curtain of rain. Now I'm soaked, but it was so worth it.
Maybe eventually I'll get to actually posting about Rome. For now I've got to go and do some more reading and writing.
P.S. There's nothing like reading the blog entry you've just written and realizing what a lucky bastard you are. I am seriously the most worthless person on earth right now--a walking cliche. Maybe I'll write a poem about it. Hah.
Needless to say, the past two weeks have been packed with activities. My classes are going really well, especially English 383--Narrative Writing. The class is extremely chill and it's forcing me to write everyday, which I normally struggle with. Just because of the sheer frequency of writing, I already feel like I've improved a great deal. Awesome. The book for the class, Sudden Fiction, is a great collection of American short-short stories--basically short stories averaging about two pages total. They are all little windows into this world where something just is slightly off, and in just the two pages I always finish each one feeling a little unsettled.
I'm actually pretty impressed by the program as well (Cornell in Rome: Reading Rome, Writing Rome). We've traveled pretty much everyday to somewhere new. Places we've gone to so far include Orvieto in Umbria (my favorite), Villa Adriana and Villa d'Este (my other favorite) in Tivoli, Palazzo Borghese (my other favorite), Piazza di Spagna, Keats Shelly House, Protestant Cemetary, Baroque tour, Campo de' Fiori. Damn, that's a lot of places. I could write pages (and have) about each one of them too.
Ok, I got distracted and left this mid-post. It started raining outside, and it was amazing. It was one of those short bursts--rain that obscures everything out of sight and makes everyone vanish or huddle under tiny storefront awnings. All I could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the cobblestone streets and the rush of water flowing through the streets like a river. I could barely see anything behind the curtain of rain. Now I'm soaked, but it was so worth it.
Maybe eventually I'll get to actually posting about Rome. For now I've got to go and do some more reading and writing.
P.S. There's nothing like reading the blog entry you've just written and realizing what a lucky bastard you are. I am seriously the most worthless person on earth right now--a walking cliche. Maybe I'll write a poem about it. Hah.
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