Day 73: Friday
Good morning Zak,
I saw this the other day, and I thought of you… you know, since your real name is Ernest:
Just judging by the title… they don’t get, it do they?
Sad how much gets lost in translation.
Have you ever been lost in translation? It’s hard to find your way back out. It’s dark in there. If you’re not careful you’ll trip over surreptitious syntaxes and run into cultural barriers.
But here’s my real problem: why won’t anyone eat my pizza? Mamma mia! About once a weak I make a big beautiful pizza from scratch. But my roommates don’t like me enough to accept the offer. So I have to put it in the refrigerator, which is a real peccato, as we say. It’s best right out of the oven.
I don’t get it. Is it something I said? Do I smell funny?
So that’s my sad story.
I think I’ll make one today. If anyone reading this would like to come eat it with me, leave a comment. If you’re not far from Milano, maybe we can arrange something.
Maybe I should try craigslist.
Anyway. Cooking takes a long time. But I think I want to make a habit of doing it. You can save time by getting ready-made food, but it costs more and it’s not as good. I don’t ever want to end up in a vicious circle where I’m paying more for worse food to save time so that I can work more to afford the bad food. You know, that’s silly.