To Gore A Centaur

Here's a sculpture of Hercules about to gut-thrash a centaur with a severed black penis.  This is the type of thing Carmen desires in the foyer of his eventual house, along with a robot butler.  Outside the Accademia there is a bunch of sculptures of this ilk.  Zeus encircled with flaming mini-horses.  Some dude holding up his fallen opponent's offal-dripping head.  Really great stuff.  A class of embittered Italian middle school students were smoking and fighting at the bottom of the latter though.  Carmen's picture was subsequently muffed.

Mommy/Noni leave Friday morn and being the pristine (grand)son he is Carmen spent all of yesterday with them, watching them shop.  He was duly compensated with two meals and a three hour nap on their hotel bed.  It is questionable if he made out in the end, but those are the thoughts of a drab, self-centered muttonhead, which Carmen is maybe not.  Everyone loves family time.  

Fun Fact: The phenomenon of white males wearing New Balance shoes in non-gym situations does not carry over to Italy, for reasons Carmen can fully understand.  Carmen completely gets the importance of comfort in one's shoe selection process, but still.  (Sub-Fun Fact: Italian cleaning products present the smell of feet drenched in olive oil.)   

Carmen purchased the novel he must read in Italian and realized that he is in no way capable of reading a novel in Italian.  He also found Don Delillo's Americana for a steal.

Coming Soon: Carmen's Reactions to All Things Entertainment.  Mainly, Academy Award nominations, Big Love, LOST, and if the IN BRUGES nod outweighs the rampant idiocy of the noms in every other category.