I am headed on a recovery mission for approximately six months. Posting to this blog will be impossible while I’m away. Expect more natural-Phil blogging when I return.
The Indian uproar about the U.S.’s supposed mistreatment of one of their consuls is at best silly. She never had diplomatic immunity in the first place. She is a liar and a thief and she was caught doing so. And it’s the worst kind of lying and stealing too: making false official statements about stealing from a poor servant. The best thing for India to do would be to hold her accountable. But they won’t. Because their government is composed of hypocrites and they rule over a shame-based society where privileged people have advantages because of social standing in the face of serious criminal charges. It’s evidence that India is still a third world country and that it’s not ready for the big time in terms of standing among Western nations. Equal rights for citizens is not a thing south of the Himalayas. They have some very clever people — there should be some geniuses in 1.1 billion — but they’re backwards in terms of justice and politics. They have 500 million souls living in abject poverty and the most important thing on their government’s agenda, diplomatically, is to shame the U.S. for following standard procedures during criminal intake? I used to think India was a great place. I still kind of do. That’s mainly because all of the Indians I met in college and elsewhere were amazing, brilliant and morally just people. All of them were. They had festivals celebrating their heritage. India must be a great place, right? But all of the coverage of this has shown me the true colors of that geographical jewel where the Ganges chose to run. Now I see why my college classmates left actual India and brought the good stuff about India with them to the United States. It’s sad.
If you’re ever in the mood to escape the ordinary, everyday amazing beauty of seaside Siracusa, grab your keys and take a drive up to the highest point in the Hyblean Mountain range, Monte Lauro. You’ll find a sweet, warm little town called Buccheri up there. Hungry? I highly recommend the Osteria U Locale. This little restaurant on Via Dusmet in Buccheri is simple, nice, friendly and they serve great food and wine. According to my father-in-law, the house wine was a robust Nero Di Avola. If you’re like me, the ability to eat at mellow little bistros like this is one of the reasons you came to Sicily. I heard about it because it’s extremely popular, so call ahead for a reservation just to be on the safe side. If you’re wondering what their number is, I put a link to their website in the body of this text. Their contact information is on that website. If you hadn’t figured that out already, I feel bad for you.
Escaping to the fresh air of the Sicilian mountains for a delicious lunch in an adorable little tavern was a great way to start 2014 gastronomically. Figure €20 per adult. The food is well worth the drive.
There are bright spots when it comes to writers who write about Italy. Despite her seemingly SEO optimized prose and confounding use of unqualified absolutes to introduce topics or places, Amanda Ruggieri is an American travel writer who actually manages to paint a decent picture of the places she visits here without causing autoimmune cerebral lesioning. Her writing is an exception to the hypnotically vacuous observations made by most of her counterparts. She still annoyingly equates aperitivo to “happy hour” for readers despite probably having the intellectual fortitude to creatively explain why it is not like a happy hour. She visits Palermo and other beaten-path places in Sicily, so she rates a refreshingly low 6.2-out-of-10 on my Valley girl scale of vapidity (10 would be, say, a Kim Kardashian tweet about eyebrow waxing). She uses the occasional idiom to be casual and fun in her pieces. So naturally she writes for The New York Times Magazine among other publications. Here is her blog. I’m sure you’ll Google her name successfully to find more of her decent work.
Average American traveller, I’m disappointed in you and the Huffington Post today. Do you no longer have the capacity for inner reflection? Seriously, what gene can we switch off in the American traveller’s DNA to prevent vapid dolts like this from blogging their nonsense to the world. This entry on the Huffington Post about Italy reads like a journal entry written by a 14-year-old Valley girl. It’s mostly incorrect and based on some banally obtuse observations by someone who visited Italy for a brief time on vacation. She obviously didn’t understand Italy and her myopically generic reflections show that. For example, #7: the only people I know of who drink throughout the day here in Italy are the alcoholics. It’s not common at all. Not even all of the alcoholics drink here. No one I know personally or professionally here boozes save for a glass or two at lunch or dinner. That is not to say that Italians have a problem with vacationers doing so. But Italians generally don’t booze. What’s the problem with these bloggers writing this shrill nonsense? It’s that some people actually believe what they’re writing because it’s on the Huffington Post. It’s embarrassing. Nutella isn’t on everything. Lunch is usually the huge meal that she’s talking about and it’s not every night. I’ve run out of words. Read it for yourself. . .
I’m a Cyclone, but I love the Huskers and Hawkeyes. It’s a personal problem. So naturally, I watched yesterday’s Heroes Game on the internet here in Sicily. That was the only game on TV, mid-day, in the continental United States. Anyone else living in the European time zones having the slightest interest in American college football had the ability to see this B1G football game, in prime time, on satellite or on-demand. People in the U.S. were hung-over and eating leftovers while watching an adult human male make an entire U.S. state look bad. Everyone from Boston to San Diego who were shopping in the electronics department at a Wal-Mart or a Best Buy on Black Friday saw a grown man embarrass Nebraska in HD or 3D. Every deployed Nebraska servicemember, at sea or ashore, who happened to be tuned in to AFN, witnessed a millionaire fellow public servant disparage the state they are humbly representing, live. His halftime interview and tantrum for which he was flagged are some straight-from-WWE bullshit. His comments at his post-game press conference are the pansy-assed, cowardly words of someone who knows that he’ll get a seven-million-dollar bank deposit for being a childish enough douchebag on national television to tip the scales in favor of his dismissal. It reminds me of the South Park “Lemmiwinks” episode where Mr. Garrison was unsuccessfully trying to get fired. And he represents Husker Nation?! He represents the dirt-kicking, prairie breaking, loyal, faithful Husker Nation?! They and you as Husker fans cannot accept that. I hope the university’s legal department is figuring out a way to fire him for cause. “Mr. Pelini, you actually said, on a nationally televised press conference, that ‘they can fire me if they want. . ‘.” My status as an Iowa State University alumni unofficially forbids me from being a proud Husker fan, but I was born in Omaha and I still love the Huskers. That huge, loyal, hard working nation of fans deserves better than an Archie-Bunker-meets-second-term-Richard-Nixon clown. They deserve better than Eric Cartman impersonating Bobby Knight high on bath salts. They’ll never find another Dr. Tom, but they deserve better. Mr. Pelini, you lack discipline.
These grass-fed, peaceful mammals have spent much of their pre-food lives grazing in a pasture less than a mile from my home. They’ve dined on nothing more than grass, weeds, water and the occasional government-mandated veterinary intervention that all commercial livestock destined for human consumption must ingest here in Italy. The only pollution their little cloven hooves are exposed to are the occasional plastic wrappers that blow into their plot from the medium sized city located directly to their west — lovely Siracusa. Otherwise, they spend their pre-grill days and nights enjoying gentle Mediterranean breezes, world-famous Sicilian sunshine and an occasional rain shower. None of these waddling, four-stomached creatures have given any thought to the profitable and efficient oil refinery complex to their north across the Bay of Augusta. It is highly unlikely that they have ever been effected by the production of hydrocarbons taking place there. In fact, the ISAB/Lukoil/ERG facilities near Priolo are some of the cleanest and top-performing in Europe according to a recent study. That is very good news to me because I eat beef occasionally and buy most of my food locally.