Had to come back

To the internet point after dinner. Holy fucking shit, was that delicious. Tender, bloody steak, with fried sweet potatoes and kidney bean soup. Throw in some Tiramisu and an hour of undisturbed reading of Gibson and Sterling's Difference Engine, and you have the happy Sean that you see here now.

And man, am I happy. I'm practically fucking beaming. I've got the food giddies like crazy.

I also came back because I forgot to mention the demonstrations yesterday. I wish I could more easily get pictures on here, but leave it to say I felt the presence of the police state of Italy breathing down my neck as I walked back and forth from school and home. The Carrabieri were out everywhere in full force, wearing riot gear and... shaking people's hands?

Big smiles, lots of laughs, helping old ladies cross the street, the MP of Italy apparently want to put out the message Italy's Carrabieri: Surpressing your liberal angst with a smile!

I've got to hand it to them, though, they have some kick ass riot gear. I like their motorcycles too. Make me think of Tron. I'll have to take a picture of all the tron bikes and three wheeled (two in the front) motorcycles here, they're the newest Euro accoutrement, to be worn with your best buttonup and gold fringed tie.

-Sean