March 24, 2007

Free Association Housekeeping

Every day, I take a bus from my apartment to the tram, which gets me to a piazza near my work. I prefer the trams to the buses because, even though they don't go any faster, they get their own track in the middle of the road and don't have to deal with traffic, which can be considerable in Rome. The trams also all go to the same place, Termini, so I can hop on any of the three. Yesterday I was on the 5 tram, and it stopped in the middle of the road. Three-quarters of the tram emptied out, but I was in the back of the tram and had no idea what was going on. I got off too, and it turns out there was a giant tram-ffic jam. Another 5 tram had broken down on the tracks, which meant that the 14, the 19, and the other 5 behind it couldn't go anywhere. Fortunately, I only had to walk one stop, but I felt bad for the people who were going to be late to work in the center of town. It would have been nice if the driver had, you know, gotten up and made an announcement and informed us about what was going on...

Which reminds me that I found a new radio station in Rome, 102.7. It plays the 4 hottest Italian songs (each at least once every 90 minutes), but in the meantime it plays English-language songs, mostly American, from the 60s through the 90s. I heard things like Manic Monday and Whitney Houston, but my favorite song that I heard yesterday was Informer. You know you remember this song. Infoooooormer, somethingsomethingsomething, a licky boom boom dooooown! And if you don't, here's the video. Behold the George Michael hair. Revel in what passed for fashion among white rappers of the 90s...

Which reminds that I heard a piece on the Electric Slide on NPR's podcast yesterday. The creator, Richard Silver, is apparently trying to sue for creative control over the dance. He claims that no one does the dance properly. It has 22 steps, not 18. No one ever repeats the forward-clap-touch-floor, backward-clap-touch-floor part. It's just heartbreaking when Silver tells a story about being at a wedding and being told that he's doing the Electric Slide wrong. Well, not heartbreaking so much as really lame...

Which reminds me that my mom bought new pajamas to come visit me in Rome, since I had explained that it was pretty chilly here. The landlord is stingy, and we can't turn the heat up. She found these cute pink striped polar-fleece pants and top at Belk, and she left them here with me so that I could stay warm. Last night, I decided to get up to get a drink of water. As I was pulling up my knees so as not to untuck the covers from the bed, I noticed some white sparks. Thinking I was imagining it, I put on my glasses. Nope, still white sparks. It's actually very easy to repeat this: I just rub my legs together under the blankets like a cricket and watch the sparks fly. I tried to get a video of the sparks, but my camera doesn't think that it can see in the dark. So if you want to watch my cool new Electric Thighs moves, you'll have to come visit me in Rome.

2 comments:

Trey said...

Ugh, I'm not sure if there's anything worse than a pale Canadian guy rapping with a Ja'faken' accent. This is about as shocking as the time I found out that Rick Astley is a skinny little red haired English guy from the UK.

Sara said...

This is so weird: last week, Dad had a team-building exercise at Comcast with pop-culture questions, and question four was "Who sang the song Informer?" Both he and Frank got it right. That's Snow, from his album 12 Inches of Snow. Both of them remembered him because of the album title.

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