jess and i have gone swimming. rich is there too, alternating taking work phonecalls with doing butterfly strokes. in the corner of the shallow end of the pool is The Greek from season 2 of The Wire, eating an omelette with fennel in it. i am translating the season into Italian for the producers, and his next line is meant to be “look what they put in my omelette – why do they put fennel in an omelette?” and I am shocked. “Do you mean to say the writers have presumed that an elderly gentleman of European origin such as yourself would not like Fennel? How absurd!” we decide to change the line for the Italian dubbers, knowing that such a thing would entirely destroy the whole series’ credibility in the Italians’ eyes.
I wish I had dreams like Chrissy. Rather, I wish I could remember my dreams like Chrissy – with my current hip/back-pain and insomnia, I can’t say my dreams haven’t been pleasant or simple.
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