Italy or not

In my 3/3/2012 post I mention a possible trip to Italy this year, but, so far, no airline seats are available to use miles. In my 1/7/2012post I wrote that this’ll be the year I make progress getting Half Italian published, or lay all attempts to rest, once and for all. Quitting may be the end result, but the pending piece in France magazine slows that thought down, for now.

Not sure whether a trip to Italy is fitting, or not, in this year of “either/or,” but if seats become available, Naples and Amalfi Coast, here I come. 

-PJ

Barbecued rabbit and Grandma

In my 8/30/2010 post, I mention barbecued rabbit, a recurring thread in Half Italian. For almost forty years, I've thought the only images of that annual Easter feast were in my head, until the family video editing project. But there it is, one black and white 16mm clip converted to video, a few precious seconds not only of meat sizzling on the barbecue, and the men at work, but also people waiting in line to fill their plates. That's the part I remember most -- finally getting to the steaming hot rabbit, and foil-lined boxes of barbecue-toasted, butter-dipped French bread. The video appears to be taken a few years before I was born, but the scene is what I remember. The trees are a bit shorter. The annual Easter party continues, and meat is still barbecued, just not rabbit.

Today is my beloved grandmother's birthday. If Half Italian is ever published, readers will understand why I say "beloved." She would have been one hundred and nineteen years.

-PJ

Forward with this project

During lunch yesterday, I read someone’s advice on how to write a travel article, badly. I think of an agent who responded to a submission I made by saying I have a flair for storytelling. To date un-published, I note that France magazine accepted my submission, albeit, to be reduced to a letter.

I’m now in “feature vs. letter” mode. I’ll revisit two of my stories, prior magazine submissions, with intent to convert from letter-appropriate to feature-appropriate. The how-to-write-a-bad-travel-article piece was thought-provoking.

My goal? To obtain more publishing credits.

-PJ

Puccini

Twenty-seven years ago, I discovered the joy of Puccini, when I contracted and played in an orchestra for La Boheme. And for twenty-seven years, I’ve wanted to become familiar with at least one of Puccini’s other operas.

Despite Madama Butterfly’s popularity, I was never tempted to give it a chance, but now, with the ability to “preview” via YouTube, I’ve discovered Anthony Minghella’s production with Patricia Racette. Oh, how I love a good spinto. The clips on YouTube were an appetizer; I wanted the entire meal. No Amazon order ever seemed to take so long to arrive. Tosca followed, and now, twenty-seven years after my first exposure to Puccini, I can finally say I’m familiar with more than La Boheme.

- PJ

Rain and soup

Rain again, tonight and tomorrow, so the forecast predicts. I’m worried about our ceiling; the leaks have become worse with each rain. We’ve borrowed deeper and wider buckets, an act of anticipation and protection. Furniture has been pushed aside, rugs rolled up and/or removed.

Our building is two years old. Until legal matters are settled, here’s life in our living room, during times of rain.

Last Monday we had a final lunch in New Mexico, beef soup at Casa de Fiesta Mexican Grill, in Albuquerque’s Old Town Plaza. Simple and delicious, I attempted a recreation for tonight’s dinner. (Simple and delicious are my kind of cooking!) I call it “Hamburger soup.” This comfort food I’ll remember when I hear water dripping, during the night.

- PJ

A bit of progress

In my 12/12/2011 post I wrote that new buildings, like the one in which I live, have growing pains. Throw in a builder who cut corners and you have what many of us who live on the top floor have, water coming through our ceiling every time it rains. And rain it did last night – at 2:30 a.m. we were moving furniture, placing plastic sheets, towels, buckets, and taking video. (Last night was supposed to be a good sleep to recover me from the New Mexico trip!)

This morning, I received an email from France magazine saying they’d like to publish my submission. However, since it’ll appear in their letters section, my story will be chopped down to about five hundred words. They’ll do the chopping, and I’ll wait and see how it turns out. Five hundred words published are better than zero. This took away a bit of the leaking-ceiling sting.

Once I see my words in print, I’ll have, and claim, my first official writing credit.

- PJ

Memories of red chili

Returned home last night, back to work today. Here’s Easter Sunday dinner, prime rib and pozole, both were great.

Memories of that pozole will distract me, until I learn how to make an authentic red chili sauce.

Yesterday morning we returned to an art gallery in Santa Fe, one we visited Sunday afternoon. And yesterday morning we “came to an agreement” with the owners. Now the wait, until two paintings arrive. Ah, thoughts of red chili sauce, and paintings!

I received an email from France magazine saying the submission I made on 4 April has been passed to the editorial team. Not sure if that means I've cleared hurdle number one, or standard procedure is being followed. The response was prompt, however, and that's good news.

- PJ