Italy

In honor of a 2006 world cup victory, I'd like to propose a post to the great country of Italy. Here here. Here's to world cup victories, history of vast empiring, art political and mathematical geniousness and naturalistic beauty (to name just a few). These are wonders, phenomenons. Italy is and ever will be renaissance. The gift that keeps on giving. The birth that keeps on birthing. But perhaps the finest most blessed endowment to the world love motherland Italy renders, of all mothering lands, rebirthing itself in a fanciful array of revolutionarily exquisite flavors, is the fine fine delicacy of gelato.

No greater satisfaction in life, nor incomprehensible dissatisfaction in life can compare to the satisfcation of gelato in my life and dissatisfaction of gelato out of my life.

Some wish to benchmark "progress" or human betterment via images of one's status before a makeover, diet, or what have you, and images marking the status after those things supposedly run their course. For me, the mark of my best and worst self can truly be measured and captured whilst eating gelato and then whilst finishing my last gelato for many a painful day, in the great country of Italy.

At my best:


At my ultimate worst:


Thank you Italy. Thank you Michaelangelo. Thank you Julius(well, actually no. He warred way too much). Thank you Keeper Buffon. And finally, thank you Mr. Bob Gelato.