Veni, vidi, victus sum.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
All Roads Lead to Home
Flight leaves at 9:50pm tonight from Rome to Milan, where I pretty much stay the night, and then Milan to Frankfurt at 7:25am, and then at 9:45am I fly out of Germany, out of Europe, across the ocean, across much of the continental United States, and land in Portland at 11:20am. Then I unpack, wash clothes, buy running shoes, repack, try to remember how to play clarinet and deal with middle-schoolers, and drive to Salem for YMA. Then when I get back, I call this Mike guy that good buddy Trevor Wunn has buttered up to hire me working asphalt this summer where I apparently start at $10.00 an hour, get plenty of hours, and will hopefully make enough money to be able to live like a person while at the University of Aberdeen, in Aberdeen, Scotland, whence I received my official acceptance e-mail today. It's been fun, I have enjoyed Rome immensely, I will post all of my pictures on a post or website for further perusal for those interested, and stay tuned for my fall travel blog, most likely to be titled along the lines of "I'll Take the High Road."
Monday, June 16, 2008
Rome-ward Bound + Rome for the Holidays
Those were the titles of my last two entries, but I had to condense them into one since I haven't had great internet access and now I am both back in Rome, and my birthday/Father's Day are over. I was also going to post pictures on this entry because I came back to the Rome Center to pick up some of my luggage and take it to my hostel where I am staying until I leave on Thursday, but I somehow forgot my camera. I'll either find some internet later this week, or post them after I get home.
Rome-ward Bound:
Friday I left Florence and visited Pisa. I saw the Field of Miracles, the Duomo, the other building, and the ever-popular Tower of Pisa. I wasn't going to climb the tower because the line looked huge, they only let 30 people in every 20 minutes, and I pretty much just wanted to go back to Rome and rest for a while. I bought a ticket anyway, because I realized they queued the visitors, and went and had a nice lunch at a restaurant that was showing a some professional track meet on their TV, which was fun. A new 100m record was set last month, I think. Then I climbed the tower, and it was a nice view, everyone kept exclaiming about how weird it was to be walking at an angle, when I didn't see what the big surprise was...it's leaning...it's a leaning tower...you're going to be walking at an angle. Most of the people had to stop at some point and catch their breath, too, which was also a little annoying. People need to walk up stairs more often. 294 is not that many. I realize I'm in pretty good shape, even for someone my age, but people need to get out more, seriously. Speaking of which, is anyone at home working Dunc's butt? Or is he still a sea lion? Someone had their pug at the Field of Miracles, but I don't think they allow them up the tower. Oh, speaking of pugs, I forgot to tell this story a while ago. I think I was in Venice, but I was walking somewhere and a guy was walking his pug with his (assumed) wife and her friend, and the pug looked pretty tired. Then the pug just laid down. The guy stopped and pulled on the leash, but the pug didn't budge. He just laid down, his legs sprawled out, his tail totally straight, panting, looking at the guy like "Seriously? Keep pulling the leash. This pug is going nowhere until he's had a drink, a six hour nap, and some Cheetos." It was pretty awesome; he was very much the definition of pug. But I digress. After Pisa I took a train back to Rome, and stayed in a hotel for two nights, then checked into the vastly cheaper hostel down the road (most of the hostels were full for the previous two nights).
Saturday was fairly uneventful. I pretty much just walked around Rome and became reacquainted with the city, reading a book all day.
Rome for the Holidays:
Yesterday was my birthday. I am 21. It was fun. I had lunch at the restaurant below the Rome Center, and went out to dinner at 7:45 with Stephen, one of the guys from my program who's still in Rome, and Robin, the TA for the Greek class while we were here. I had spaghetti as a first course, and my "secondi" was basically a plate of prawns. But it was all good, and we had some wine with dinner. We walked to the Trevi Fountain after, stared at it, got some gelato, and then we parted ways and all went home. Holiday"s", because it was also Father's Day. My phone is dead and Robin's wasn't working to the U.S., so I was going to call but was unable to last night. But Happy Father's Day, dad.
So now I'm in Rome, and I will pretty much just hang out and enjoy myself until I leave on Thursday. Days that look nice I might take the 20 minute train out to the beach, tomorrow or Wednesday I'm heading to E.U.R., the super fascist city that was supposed to be the model for the fascist world or something, to see the museum there, where is housed the Plastico, a plastic model representation (that's huge) of ancient Rome. We were supposed to cover that in the program, but we went on a Monday, and most museum are closed on Mondays. Stroup's informant had told her that the museum would be open, but like most museums, when we got there, it was closed. The train takes a while to get there, so there was no way she could take us back (it was the last week of class), so I'm hoping to go on my own before I leave.
My plane leaves Thursday at 9:50pm, and I'm going from Rome to Milan, Frankfurt, Portland, I believe, and I should get in to Portland around 11:20am on Friday, I think. Just enough time to get home, unpack, wash clothes, repack, and head to YMA. I might be able to squeeze in saying hi to the family. Hopefully I'll have access to internet again before I leave, and can post some pictures, but if not then I'll post again once I'm back in the U.S.(S.R...).
Latin Word for the Day: dominus, domini (tr: master)
Valete, amici.
Rome-ward Bound:
Friday I left Florence and visited Pisa. I saw the Field of Miracles, the Duomo, the other building, and the ever-popular Tower of Pisa. I wasn't going to climb the tower because the line looked huge, they only let 30 people in every 20 minutes, and I pretty much just wanted to go back to Rome and rest for a while. I bought a ticket anyway, because I realized they queued the visitors, and went and had a nice lunch at a restaurant that was showing a some professional track meet on their TV, which was fun. A new 100m record was set last month, I think. Then I climbed the tower, and it was a nice view, everyone kept exclaiming about how weird it was to be walking at an angle, when I didn't see what the big surprise was...it's leaning...it's a leaning tower...you're going to be walking at an angle. Most of the people had to stop at some point and catch their breath, too, which was also a little annoying. People need to walk up stairs more often. 294 is not that many. I realize I'm in pretty good shape, even for someone my age, but people need to get out more, seriously. Speaking of which, is anyone at home working Dunc's butt? Or is he still a sea lion? Someone had their pug at the Field of Miracles, but I don't think they allow them up the tower. Oh, speaking of pugs, I forgot to tell this story a while ago. I think I was in Venice, but I was walking somewhere and a guy was walking his pug with his (assumed) wife and her friend, and the pug looked pretty tired. Then the pug just laid down. The guy stopped and pulled on the leash, but the pug didn't budge. He just laid down, his legs sprawled out, his tail totally straight, panting, looking at the guy like "Seriously? Keep pulling the leash. This pug is going nowhere until he's had a drink, a six hour nap, and some Cheetos." It was pretty awesome; he was very much the definition of pug. But I digress. After Pisa I took a train back to Rome, and stayed in a hotel for two nights, then checked into the vastly cheaper hostel down the road (most of the hostels were full for the previous two nights).
Saturday was fairly uneventful. I pretty much just walked around Rome and became reacquainted with the city, reading a book all day.
Rome for the Holidays:
Yesterday was my birthday. I am 21. It was fun. I had lunch at the restaurant below the Rome Center, and went out to dinner at 7:45 with Stephen, one of the guys from my program who's still in Rome, and Robin, the TA for the Greek class while we were here. I had spaghetti as a first course, and my "secondi" was basically a plate of prawns. But it was all good, and we had some wine with dinner. We walked to the Trevi Fountain after, stared at it, got some gelato, and then we parted ways and all went home. Holiday"s", because it was also Father's Day. My phone is dead and Robin's wasn't working to the U.S., so I was going to call but was unable to last night. But Happy Father's Day, dad.
So now I'm in Rome, and I will pretty much just hang out and enjoy myself until I leave on Thursday. Days that look nice I might take the 20 minute train out to the beach, tomorrow or Wednesday I'm heading to E.U.R., the super fascist city that was supposed to be the model for the fascist world or something, to see the museum there, where is housed the Plastico, a plastic model representation (that's huge) of ancient Rome. We were supposed to cover that in the program, but we went on a Monday, and most museum are closed on Mondays. Stroup's informant had told her that the museum would be open, but like most museums, when we got there, it was closed. The train takes a while to get there, so there was no way she could take us back (it was the last week of class), so I'm hoping to go on my own before I leave.
My plane leaves Thursday at 9:50pm, and I'm going from Rome to Milan, Frankfurt, Portland, I believe, and I should get in to Portland around 11:20am on Friday, I think. Just enough time to get home, unpack, wash clothes, repack, and head to YMA. I might be able to squeeze in saying hi to the family. Hopefully I'll have access to internet again before I leave, and can post some pictures, but if not then I'll post again once I'm back in the U.S.(S.R...).
Latin Word for the Day: dominus, domini (tr: master)
Valete, amici.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
A little Rome-sick
I'm not Rome-sick now, as I am in Florence and it's great, but I was definitely not terribly happy with Milan. I went up and saw Fulvio Del Tin and his shop on Monday, in Maniago (took the whole day to get there and get back for a 45 minute visit), but it was worth it for the swords, meeting the guy, and also to see a ridiculously rural part of Italy, right in the foothills of the mountains. It was really beautiful country, and the people were really nice and helpful. I stayed the night in Venice again, and the next morning was up early and off to Vicenza, where I saw some great architecture and really interesting buildings (more on this later when I can post pictures), and then to Verona where I toured a great castle with a super albeit small armory. Other parts of Verona were exciting, Vicenza as well, but I can't remember it all at the moment. I need to off of here in nine minutes, anyway. But I ended up in Milan that night, and I don't like the Milan train station at all. It's huge and fascist (I know the etymology of that word, but I won't divulge unless provoked), and it always looks like night time unless it's the middle of the day. I also arrived at dusk-ish, so it was getting dark and starting to rain, which could easily have added to its leeringness. That's when I really wanted to be in Rome, simply because Rome is always beautiful, rain or shine, daytime or night time. It's always nice. Milan got better in the daylight, but being the business and fashion capital of Italy, I didn't see the point in staying too long. I went to a couple of museums, walked around in the duomo (huge church) and then trained straight to Florence. Florence has been fun; I saw the David sculpture yesterday, and a ton of museums, and I'll do a few more today and then maybe see Pisa and Lucca or something. I want to see Sienna before I go to Rome, but I heard on Monday there will be a big festival of light or something and that's when should go, so we'll see what happens.
Latin Word for the Day: garum, gari (fish paste)
Valete, amici.
Latin Word for the Day: garum, gari (fish paste)
Valete, amici.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Ahh, Venice...
How's that for an "Indiana Jones" quote, R-Stoles? I don't know who else calls you that, but hopefully I didn't overstep any boundaries...been there, done that (haven't we all?), awkwardness. Anyway, time is money on the internet in this hostel, and if my freaking URL weren't so long this post would be more so. So sorry, I guess. Anyway, I was in Ravenna on Friday, which was great. It's a really nice, sleepy town, a welcomed change after the fast pace and high intensity of Roma. Now I'm in Venice, and it's beautiful. I can't help thinking I'm in Disneyland, though...the unbelievable number of tourists makes it seem very much less like a real city (but really...is it?). I'm down to two minutes so I'm just going to post so I know it worked. I'm safe, and I'm having a lot of fun.
Japanese Word for the Day: isogi (tr: hurry up!)
Sayanara
Japanese Word for the Day: isogi (tr: hurry up!)
Sayanara
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
School's Out
Not that I've felt like I was in school too awful much, but the last couple of weeks got pretty intense in Latin, and in the Triumph class with my impending presentation (which was last week). But today was my last final, and it just ended. I have no more class, one more day in the Rome Center, two more nights here, and about ten days to travel wherever I want across bella Italia. I don't know how often I'll be able to post while I'm out and about, because I'm not positive how available internet is and my ability to find it/willingness to pay for it. But I'll try to put something up whenever I can...if I'm paying for internet time, pictures will have to wait as those take a while to upload, arrange, and caption. I think my finals all went fairly well, especially for being abroad and constantly distracted by things considerably more interesting, or at the very least newer than anything out my window at UW. Tonight there is a small unofficial after-party for everyone, and then it's a good night's rest because we don't have to wake up at all tomorrow. No morning walking class, no morning language class, no afternoon topography or triumph seminar. It's summer, and I'm in Rome. It's supposed to rain tomorrow and Friday, and tonight as well, I think, but it's not so bad. It's always really warm when it rains here. Tomorrow night is a final dinner with Professor Stroup; we're going to some fancy place right around the corner from where we live (living in the middle of the historic district, most things are actually right around the corner from us). I saw Indiana Jones a couple of weeks ago, and it was alright. It had an intermission. I don't know if Italians have small bladders, short attention spans, or chronic muscle pain, but none of them I think excuse shutting off an Indiana Jones movie right in the middle.
Monday night I went to a concert that Mario's dad got me a free ticket to see his old trumpet teacher, Nello Salza, who is the first trumpet player for Ennio Moriconne (famous Italian composer/conductor). The concert was really good, and I was glad to have a break like that during studying for finals, instead of just watching videos on Youtube or something brainless. The concert started with a Mozart, then M. Salza came out and played the Hummel trumpet concerto, intermission, he came back and played the Haydn trumpet concerto (which sounded pretty familiar, but probably just because I spend too much time with Mario), and they finished with a Haydn symphony. I think the best non-musical part of the concert was hearing real Italians yell "Bravo!" This post is probably a little random, but I got about two hours of sleep (this morning, not last night) studying for today's final. Most people actually went to bed right after, but I have trouble sleeping during the day, so I'm just going to wait it out until tonight. My plans for after the program involve me leaving the Pio sometime Friday morning for Venice, hopefully early, and spending the weekend there. Monday I have a date to go up to the small town of Maniago to visit Fulvio Del Tin and his shop, where he and his father have made some of the best historically accurate old world weaponry. Several of my favorite swords that I spent my childhood oogling in magazines and on the internet will be at his shop, so I'm really excited to get to see the actual swords, let alone to meet the man who makes them. After that I'll probably head back to Venice for the night, and then start out across north Italy, attempting to hit Padua, Verona, Mantua, Florence, Milan, and maybe a couple of others I'm forgetting. Once I get to the Cinque Terra, I think I'll spend a day or two there, depending on time just to slow down a bit and enjoy the beach, and then I'll head back to Rome to have my birthday dinner with one my TAs and a roommate that will both still be in Rome. My friend Jake, who is currently studying in Germany, might fly down for that weekend as well. The rest of that week I may go down to Salerno and visit papa Marino, spend a little time in Naples/the Amalfi Coast, and then it's back to Rome again for my flight out on Thursday. And now for something completely different:
This is a contingent of the topography class at the Appian Way...classicists work hard. Really hard. I didn't feel like rotating the photo, either, it's awkward angle anyway and would take a long time to figure out. Again. Classicists--we work hard.
In very exciting news, I shaved for the first time on the trip on Sunday. Da beard:
The aftermath:
Latin Word for the Day: barba, barbae; f. (tr: beard)Valete, amici.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Wherever you are, that's my Rome.
Not having updated in two weeks, this will naturally be a long post. However, I'll try to pick up where I left off as best I can (because it's been so long, I'm actually using my course syllabus to remember everywhere I've gone), and try to spread out the pictures enough that there isn't too much reading. I'll start with the results of the midterm, I think. I wasn't too sure about how that was going to come out, but I ended up with a 95%, so it ended up going pretty well for me. My Latin midterm went pretty well, also, so I'm pretty satisfied with my classes so far. I am a little worried about my presentation for the Triumph class, only because my subject is the triumph of Constantine, for whom I have had a really hard time finding primary sources. But I don't have to give that presentation until the last week of classes, so I still have plenty of time to figure something out.
Saturday the 3rd, Dan, Pamela, Kayla, Ashli, Nick, and I went to the Villa Borghese, a huge, gorgeous park in Rome. We picnicked with various cheeses, breads, prosciutto (I love prosciutto), after which we promptly napped for at least an hour.
Then we played a little football.
Monday we went to Montemartini, an extension of the Capitoline Museum, that is nowhere near the Capitoline Hill. How that works, I'm not sure, but I'm glad it's there. They allowed photos, but I forgot my camera. Luckily, Stephen was kind enough to e-mail me a couple of those that he took. The museum is really interesting in that it is built in a renovated giant factory thing (I think it was a factory that made miniature models of factories) and all of the machinery was left in tact, juxtaposed to the ancient art that was placed inside. It's a pretty neat museum that doesn't overload you with whole rooms of busts and white marble sculptures. Some museums you feel like you're going to puke if you see one more bust of Augustus. The first photo is a really good one Stephen took giving you a feel for the statues vs. the modern stuff. (I still don't know how to rotate photos; Stephen sent me the picture already rotated).
Apparently the Romans also felt a little called to the see. This was a wall mosaic, I think, in someone's villa.
This is a ridiculously famous statue, one of Stroup's favorites, and my sixth or seventh archaeological faux pas, I believe. I'll have to go back and count.
Wednesday morning we all walked to the Castel de S. Angelo, a castle that once was originally the Mausoleum of Hadrian, but was later appropriated by various Italian families and built up as a fortress, continuously being built up more and more until some time in the renaissance, and is now a museum. I didn't take a picture of the outside, because it's not the Mausoleum of Hadrian anymore, and the castle itself is pretty ugly (I think). There was around the back side of it, however, a playground, which is totally not fair. I would have killed for a playground next to a castle growing up. The picture is of some graffiti on one of the banks of the Tiber. I run along the Tiber sometimes, but usually only for long runs, and when I need a break from the Circus. The Tiber's pretty disgusting, but I see people fishing in it all the time.
When we got to the Castel, we ended up in the middle of a shoot for a movie. The girl in the photo below is apparently a famous Italian actress, hence the Italian kids taking pictures of her. I followed suit, assuming she was important. Then they asked us not to talk (Stroup wasn't too happy, seeing as she was supposed to lecture at the site, and the front is really the only place you can get the sense for the shape of the original Mausoleum and not just castle walls).
After our walk at the Castel, we wandered to a museum of Etruscan art that we weren't allowed to take pictures, and then to another museum where we were. I left my camera and notebook in the locker at the first museum, though, and had to run back and get them, and then try and find my way to the next museum by myself. Luckily, I have a pretty good feel for Rome, now. I think I know Rome better than I know Seattle, just because I've been forced to get out so much.
Egyptian vase (for Lora).
More Egyptian for Lora.
This reminded me of prom, for some reason. I'd hate waiting line to have the bust of my date and me carved, though.
Somebody's dog.
This museum had a strange way of arranging their ancient art, interspersed with themed modern art. This is some of the modern art.
You look so...riiight...
Friday we took a field trip out to Hadrian's Villa; which is huge. We have excavated about 40 of the 120 hectares of land we think were used in his villa. The whole thing is beautiful, but I forgot my camera when we went, so I have no photos of it (and I haven't stolen any from other people yet). We picnicked there, and then explored on our own for a bit (the first hour or so was Chris giving his site report, most of which was walking). Stephen pointed out at one point how we were walking over the floor mosaics like they were nothing, and how the first time we saw one (at Ostia) we were afraid to walk on it at all. Then we joked that at this point we're so sick of floor mosaics that we just want to deteriorate them all as much as possible, leading to my new theory that medieval people didn't forget how to build like the Romans, and weren't stupid, but they were probably just so freaking tired of Roman architecture that they tore as much down as they could to build crappy hovels and decadent churches. It's tough being a medievalist on a tour of Rome with a bunch of classicists...there is no shortage of medieval hate-rants.
Last Monday we walked to the Esquiline Hill, one of the seven hills of Rome (which change, depending on who you talk to; there are about nine hills that all claim to be one of the seven at one point or another). On top of the Esquiline were a bunch of imperial baths, one built right on top of another. This picture is Trajan's bath, built on top of part of Nero's, if I'm remembering correctly. Nero was a crazy guy, who built the famous "Domus Aurea" (House of Gold), which was essentially the largest villa in the world (it practically covered the Esquiline, spilled down into where the Colosseum is now, and I think even touched part of the Palatine).
This is a remnant of the Republican Wall, artfully incorporated into the side of the very modern orange apartment building. A soothing contrast.
On the same walk, a little farther down the Esquiline, we met up with another important gate, really well preserved for being 2,000 years old and built up around. Most of the disgusting black-ish stuff on the older buildings (especially the Colosseum) is from pollution, and it all helps to deteriorate the stone faster, which is really too bad. This gate was mostly awesome because I could actually read the inscription.
On Wednesday we visited the Etruscan museum at the Villa Giulia, which didn't allow photos inside, but had a huge collection of Etruscan art and artifacts. The gold that Etruscans worked was beautiful, with really intricate rings and giant necklace-things that you wouldn't really expect from a pre-Roman culture that we really don't know too much about. A lot of their pottery looks really Greek, but they often have interesting, fundamental changes in their representations of Greek myths, since they weren't native myths and the Etruscans probably misunderstood certain elements ("First off, the whole first act will have to be rewritten. They're losing the war? Excuuuse me!").
Etruscan pug, not to be confused with Etruscan sea lions.
We weren't allowed to take photos inside, like I said, but this dagger was in too good of shape...so I risked it. Totally worth it.
Due to previous reprimands for not posting pictures of cute animals seen in Rome, here are the turtles outside the Etruscan museum. Then again, I guess I had to, since you probably won't get much Googling "Etruscan turtles." 
Yesterday (Friday) we bussed out to Cerveteri, the site of a bunch of Etruscan tombs, and then to Tarquinia, where there were a bunch more, bigger, better Etruscan tombs.
Descending into the first tomb of the trip at Cerveteri.
Wall painting of athletes on the inside of one of the tombs.
More wall painting.
Dramatic Italian landscape. These hills, unfortunately, were not alive with the sound of music.
This is a view from part of one of the rooms of the museum of Etruscan art (housed in a renovated castle) that we saw in between Cerveteri and Tarquinia. The Etruscan stuff was great, but I really liked the castle...
We were supposed to be watching the professor's kid...I was taking a picture, and I was totally going to help right after.
Now at Tarquinia, I somehow didn't manage to take a photograph of the outside of any of the tombs. They were all big mounds of rock and earth, and some you had to climb into. The lighted tombs aside, it was very Indiana Jones.
Ashli on her way in/out of a tomb. I don't remember which. My camera took longer than she expected to take the photo, I think, but she was a lot more excited when I started.
This is a bird that flew out of a tomb as Kayla was entering, nearly killing her. 
The bird did, however, succeed in killing me. Knock knock (who's there?) Yeta (yeta who?) Yetanother archaeological faux pas...and a conventionally awkward sentence...
Some of the entrances to certain tombs were a little higher up, and took some will power to get inside. On my way up to the entrance (top left).
Almost there...
Just switching hands so I can put one in the entrance in order to pull myself inside...
Crap.
No Tims were hurt in the making of this roll.
I did manage to get inside on the second attempt, however. This is the inside of the tomb...pretty awesome. The ones with stairs were totally unsatisfying; they were so much better if you had to work to get in.
It even had paint still on the walls.
This is some more Etruscan art in a tiny museum that we went to on the way back from Tarquinia (Tarquin was an Etruscan king...hence the name of the site).
Castle that was turned into the said museum.
Today I went for an eight mile run along the Tiber. The rest of the day I've been doing homework or trying to grow a beard. I bought some corn and broccoli for dinner, along with a small steak and some potatoes for mashing. I really like living outside of the dorms, being able to cook my own food, especially. But tonight I'm going to do a little more Latin, get dinner started pretty soon, and then we're watching another episode of the HBO series "Rome." I e-mailed my application to the University of Aberdeen in for my exchange study in Scotland next fall, also, so (even though I'm pretty much in, having been accepted into the program already at UW) hopefully that works out, and I'm glad I won't have to worry about that anymore on this trip (setting up a study abroad while on a study abroad is not advised).
Latin Word for the Last Two Weeks: "mora" (tr: delay)
Vale, amici.
Saturday the 3rd, Dan, Pamela, Kayla, Ashli, Nick, and I went to the Villa Borghese, a huge, gorgeous park in Rome. We picnicked with various cheeses, breads, prosciutto (I love prosciutto), after which we promptly napped for at least an hour.
Then we played a little football.
Monday we went to Montemartini, an extension of the Capitoline Museum, that is nowhere near the Capitoline Hill. How that works, I'm not sure, but I'm glad it's there. They allowed photos, but I forgot my camera. Luckily, Stephen was kind enough to e-mail me a couple of those that he took. The museum is really interesting in that it is built in a renovated giant factory thing (I think it was a factory that made miniature models of factories) and all of the machinery was left in tact, juxtaposed to the ancient art that was placed inside. It's a pretty neat museum that doesn't overload you with whole rooms of busts and white marble sculptures. Some museums you feel like you're going to puke if you see one more bust of Augustus. The first photo is a really good one Stephen took giving you a feel for the statues vs. the modern stuff. (I still don't know how to rotate photos; Stephen sent me the picture already rotated).
Apparently the Romans also felt a little called to the see. This was a wall mosaic, I think, in someone's villa.
This is a ridiculously famous statue, one of Stroup's favorites, and my sixth or seventh archaeological faux pas, I believe. I'll have to go back and count.
Wednesday morning we all walked to the Castel de S. Angelo, a castle that once was originally the Mausoleum of Hadrian, but was later appropriated by various Italian families and built up as a fortress, continuously being built up more and more until some time in the renaissance, and is now a museum. I didn't take a picture of the outside, because it's not the Mausoleum of Hadrian anymore, and the castle itself is pretty ugly (I think). There was around the back side of it, however, a playground, which is totally not fair. I would have killed for a playground next to a castle growing up. The picture is of some graffiti on one of the banks of the Tiber. I run along the Tiber sometimes, but usually only for long runs, and when I need a break from the Circus. The Tiber's pretty disgusting, but I see people fishing in it all the time.
When we got to the Castel, we ended up in the middle of a shoot for a movie. The girl in the photo below is apparently a famous Italian actress, hence the Italian kids taking pictures of her. I followed suit, assuming she was important. Then they asked us not to talk (Stroup wasn't too happy, seeing as she was supposed to lecture at the site, and the front is really the only place you can get the sense for the shape of the original Mausoleum and not just castle walls).
After our walk at the Castel, we wandered to a museum of Etruscan art that we weren't allowed to take pictures, and then to another museum where we were. I left my camera and notebook in the locker at the first museum, though, and had to run back and get them, and then try and find my way to the next museum by myself. Luckily, I have a pretty good feel for Rome, now. I think I know Rome better than I know Seattle, just because I've been forced to get out so much.Egyptian vase (for Lora).
More Egyptian for Lora.
This reminded me of prom, for some reason. I'd hate waiting line to have the bust of my date and me carved, though.
Somebody's dog.
This museum had a strange way of arranging their ancient art, interspersed with themed modern art. This is some of the modern art.
You look so...riiight...
Friday we took a field trip out to Hadrian's Villa; which is huge. We have excavated about 40 of the 120 hectares of land we think were used in his villa. The whole thing is beautiful, but I forgot my camera when we went, so I have no photos of it (and I haven't stolen any from other people yet). We picnicked there, and then explored on our own for a bit (the first hour or so was Chris giving his site report, most of which was walking). Stephen pointed out at one point how we were walking over the floor mosaics like they were nothing, and how the first time we saw one (at Ostia) we were afraid to walk on it at all. Then we joked that at this point we're so sick of floor mosaics that we just want to deteriorate them all as much as possible, leading to my new theory that medieval people didn't forget how to build like the Romans, and weren't stupid, but they were probably just so freaking tired of Roman architecture that they tore as much down as they could to build crappy hovels and decadent churches. It's tough being a medievalist on a tour of Rome with a bunch of classicists...there is no shortage of medieval hate-rants.
Last Monday we walked to the Esquiline Hill, one of the seven hills of Rome (which change, depending on who you talk to; there are about nine hills that all claim to be one of the seven at one point or another). On top of the Esquiline were a bunch of imperial baths, one built right on top of another. This picture is Trajan's bath, built on top of part of Nero's, if I'm remembering correctly. Nero was a crazy guy, who built the famous "Domus Aurea" (House of Gold), which was essentially the largest villa in the world (it practically covered the Esquiline, spilled down into where the Colosseum is now, and I think even touched part of the Palatine).
This is a remnant of the Republican Wall, artfully incorporated into the side of the very modern orange apartment building. A soothing contrast.
On the same walk, a little farther down the Esquiline, we met up with another important gate, really well preserved for being 2,000 years old and built up around. Most of the disgusting black-ish stuff on the older buildings (especially the Colosseum) is from pollution, and it all helps to deteriorate the stone faster, which is really too bad. This gate was mostly awesome because I could actually read the inscription.
On Wednesday we visited the Etruscan museum at the Villa Giulia, which didn't allow photos inside, but had a huge collection of Etruscan art and artifacts. The gold that Etruscans worked was beautiful, with really intricate rings and giant necklace-things that you wouldn't really expect from a pre-Roman culture that we really don't know too much about. A lot of their pottery looks really Greek, but they often have interesting, fundamental changes in their representations of Greek myths, since they weren't native myths and the Etruscans probably misunderstood certain elements ("First off, the whole first act will have to be rewritten. They're losing the war? Excuuuse me!").
Etruscan pug, not to be confused with Etruscan sea lions.
We weren't allowed to take photos inside, like I said, but this dagger was in too good of shape...so I risked it. Totally worth it.
Due to previous reprimands for not posting pictures of cute animals seen in Rome, here are the turtles outside the Etruscan museum. Then again, I guess I had to, since you probably won't get much Googling "Etruscan turtles." 
Yesterday (Friday) we bussed out to Cerveteri, the site of a bunch of Etruscan tombs, and then to Tarquinia, where there were a bunch more, bigger, better Etruscan tombs.
Descending into the first tomb of the trip at Cerveteri.
Wall painting of athletes on the inside of one of the tombs.
More wall painting.
Dramatic Italian landscape. These hills, unfortunately, were not alive with the sound of music.
This is a view from part of one of the rooms of the museum of Etruscan art (housed in a renovated castle) that we saw in between Cerveteri and Tarquinia. The Etruscan stuff was great, but I really liked the castle...
We were supposed to be watching the professor's kid...I was taking a picture, and I was totally going to help right after.
Now at Tarquinia, I somehow didn't manage to take a photograph of the outside of any of the tombs. They were all big mounds of rock and earth, and some you had to climb into. The lighted tombs aside, it was very Indiana Jones.
Ashli on her way in/out of a tomb. I don't remember which. My camera took longer than she expected to take the photo, I think, but she was a lot more excited when I started.
This is a bird that flew out of a tomb as Kayla was entering, nearly killing her. 
The bird did, however, succeed in killing me. Knock knock (who's there?) Yeta (yeta who?) Yetanother archaeological faux pas...and a conventionally awkward sentence...
Some of the entrances to certain tombs were a little higher up, and took some will power to get inside. On my way up to the entrance (top left).
Almost there...
Just switching hands so I can put one in the entrance in order to pull myself inside...
Crap.
No Tims were hurt in the making of this roll.
I did manage to get inside on the second attempt, however. This is the inside of the tomb...pretty awesome. The ones with stairs were totally unsatisfying; they were so much better if you had to work to get in.
It even had paint still on the walls.
This is some more Etruscan art in a tiny museum that we went to on the way back from Tarquinia (Tarquin was an Etruscan king...hence the name of the site).
Castle that was turned into the said museum.
Today I went for an eight mile run along the Tiber. The rest of the day I've been doing homework or trying to grow a beard. I bought some corn and broccoli for dinner, along with a small steak and some potatoes for mashing. I really like living outside of the dorms, being able to cook my own food, especially. But tonight I'm going to do a little more Latin, get dinner started pretty soon, and then we're watching another episode of the HBO series "Rome." I e-mailed my application to the University of Aberdeen in for my exchange study in Scotland next fall, also, so (even though I'm pretty much in, having been accepted into the program already at UW) hopefully that works out, and I'm glad I won't have to worry about that anymore on this trip (setting up a study abroad while on a study abroad is not advised).
Latin Word for the Last Two Weeks: "mora" (tr: delay)
Vale, amici.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mother's Day Edition
This is the first meal I cooked here. It's pretty much "sauted" onions and mushrooms with sausage, spaghetti noodles, and olive oil and Parmesan cheese.
This is the first spaghetti sauce I have ever made. I didn't have recipe, either. Arianna outlined verbally how sauce is generally made, and I tried to remember what she said about five hours later. It looked a lot like yours, mom, but mostly because I just tried to add a lot of the things I remember from what you make.
It turned out okay; Stephen liked it a lot. I thought it was really bland. But it looked great.
My clothes, in a washing machine. I wash dishes, too. We have a dishwasher, but we're not sure how to use it, so we wash everything by hand...until we run out of dish soap...then it's about three days of piling dishes before someone goes to get some.
We have a dryer, but the tokens for the washer and the dryer are two euro each, so I get two tokens, wash two loads, and then dry on a rack. I have to wear swimming shorts every wash day while they dry, but it's definitely worth four more euro.
My first white sauce. This time, Arianna had me over to show me how to cook this (she's a good cook, so I'm trying to take advantage of that). I added pancetta, and it turned out a lot better than my red. I also make vegetables quite a bit, and eat a lot of bread that we get from the Forno (bakery) in the Campo. I love shopping at the farmer's market that's set up in the Campo every day except Sunday (which means if I don't remember to shop on Saturday, I eat a lot of cornflakes and plain pasta on Sunday...or I fast).
Bona Die Matris (Latin Phrase of the Day), mom. I cook, I clean, and I shower almost every day.
This is the first spaghetti sauce I have ever made. I didn't have recipe, either. Arianna outlined verbally how sauce is generally made, and I tried to remember what she said about five hours later. It looked a lot like yours, mom, but mostly because I just tried to add a lot of the things I remember from what you make.
It turned out okay; Stephen liked it a lot. I thought it was really bland. But it looked great.
My clothes, in a washing machine. I wash dishes, too. We have a dishwasher, but we're not sure how to use it, so we wash everything by hand...until we run out of dish soap...then it's about three days of piling dishes before someone goes to get some.
We have a dryer, but the tokens for the washer and the dryer are two euro each, so I get two tokens, wash two loads, and then dry on a rack. I have to wear swimming shorts every wash day while they dry, but it's definitely worth four more euro.
My first white sauce. This time, Arianna had me over to show me how to cook this (she's a good cook, so I'm trying to take advantage of that). I added pancetta, and it turned out a lot better than my red. I also make vegetables quite a bit, and eat a lot of bread that we get from the Forno (bakery) in the Campo. I love shopping at the farmer's market that's set up in the Campo every day except Sunday (which means if I don't remember to shop on Saturday, I eat a lot of cornflakes and plain pasta on Sunday...or I fast).
Bona Die Matris (Latin Phrase of the Day), mom. I cook, I clean, and I shower almost every day.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Look, I've got it under control.
I had to give my 20 minute site report on the Circus Maximus on Monday (10% of my Topography grade), take the midterm for my Roman Topography course yesterday, and then be ready for Latin this morning at 9:00am and our three-hour Roman Triumph Seminar at noon. Not a whole lot of time for posting, as most of my time since last Thursday has been studying. However, I did take a little time off...
Friday was great. We bussed out to the Alban Hills, famous in Roman history for lots of things, among them a great place to quarry various kinds of stone. We started at the top of one of them, I think Palestrina, but I'm not sure, and worked our way down. On the top was a really neat little museum built into what was originally a huge temple. They had a model of what the temple would have looked like; it was huge and built into the rock, but they wouldn't let me take a picture of the modern model of the ancient site. I can understand not letting me take a picture of the giant and amazingly famous mosaic of the Nile, but the modern model? That they made? Come on, I have blog fans that need pictures. After the museum we meandered down the hill, Stroup pointing out various points along the way of historical significance, including an 11th century C.E. church with a Byzantine bell tower. We couldn't go in, however, because there was a service in progress, but Stroup assured us it was cool. We then bussed to another famous hill (maybe this one was Palestrina...) where lots of really famous Romans had villas (the only one I remember is Cicero). There was a nice view, and most of the group walked to the top, spread out and took a nap. After we arrived back at the Pio, Stroup invited us all over to her apartment for dinner, so we went around seven and helped her cook (I brought some proschiutto for the rest of us that were not vegetarian) and pretty much just hung out until around ten that night, at which time Ashli, Dan, Nick and I all went on a walk to the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps.
This is a small part of the original temple that we couldn't get to, and are most likely not supposed to take pictures. Take that, no pictures of the modern model people. Archaeological faux pas number five.
This is a view from the top of the hill, entrance to the museum.
Another view, as we descended the hill.
...pp...that's all...Hovde might like this one.
We work hard, we play hard.
Myself atop the second Alban hill we climbed (maybe Palestrina?). I was trying to explain to Stephen how to take a picture with my camera, but we figured this one was good enough.
That night we had dinner at Stroup's. This is a view of the Campo dei Fiori from her balcony. All the awnings are restaurants, and every morning except Sunday the Campo is transformed into a huge farmer's market that starts around 7:30am and is taken down and totally cleaned up after by 3:00pm. This is where I buy a lot of my groceries. They're all fresh, and hormone free (Italy doesn't actually allow in any corn products from the United States because of the genetic alteration stuff). At night it becomes a huge hangout for Italians and a lot of tourists, and they don't shut-up until about 3:00am...we've all become very good sleepers.
Saturday I tried to study for my Circus Maximus presentation, and then went to the first of two heavily anticipated events for my weekend. I saw the opera "La Traviata" at a large Anglican church (the main opera house is not showing any operas while I'm in Rome), and it was a lot of fun. I went with three other people, and we had pretty good seats considering it was on a flat floor (meaning the people in front of us were atypically shorter German people). The clarinet player (for those of us interested) was really good, with a really round, mellow sound. The bassoon player (this is for everyone) was great, because his sound was really good, but also because he warmed up for the second act by playing the Emperor's theme from "The Empire Strikes Back." Which I didn't toally understand, but he's been my favorite person for a while now. This was my first opera that I got to actually watch, and I have confirmed that I really do like opera (I didn't fall asleep at all). I've played a couple at UW, but you don't get to see much from the pit.
Sunday I put in about fifteen minutes of work on my Circus Maximus presentation before my Latin TA, Ashli announced we were leaving in ten to go to my first Italian soccer game. It was pretty intense. It wasn't even a terribly important game, but the fans were so into it. It was way crazier than a football or basketball game in the U.S., where people cheer and paint themselves. Here there were fans running all over the place, jumping over seats in every part of the stadium (which is huge...it's Rome, go figure). When the referee made a relatively poor call at one point, not a terribly horribly awful call, just a little iffy, the entire stadium was absolutely deafening with boos. Everyone in the stadium knew the Roma song, too, and when they sang it you couldn't hear yourself think. Soccer has never been so exciting. The security at their game was pretty intense, too. The away team's fans were all practically quarantined off in one section of stands, and there were probably only about 100 of them (the game was Roma vs. Torino, which means at least as much to you as it did to me). Rome won 4-1, which is a pretty serious landslide in professional soccer. Getting to the game was a novel in itself, however. We knew it was cheaper to get tickets at the stadium on the day of the game, because that's what they told us at the AS Roma store, which is where you buy Roma gear and sometimes tickets for the games. When we got to the stadium, however, they told us they didn't sell tickets at the stadium, and you had to get them at the stadium box office about three kilometers away. So we took about fifteen minutes finding a place that sold bus tickets (you can't buy bus tickets on the bus in Rome, either). By the time we got a bus, got to the box office, bought our tickets, and got back on another bus, it was 2:45pm, and the game was supposed to start at 2:00. We figured we'd make it at least for the second half, and were totally bummed, when we noticed on the ticket that it said "15:00pm." Someone had read the time wrong, and we were actually back in near perfect timing, because the game didn't start until 3:00pm. We missed the coin toss and the kickoff, but saw the entire rest of the game. After the game I went home and finished my site report...after dinner...and gelato.
Us waiting for the bus, everyone pretty much disgusted with life at this point thinking we were going to miss the game and have to pay ridiculous moneys for tickets.
The game. Crazy stadium. The kid down on the left had his gray shirt tucked into his underwear, but was sagging his pants, and sagging them so low you could see his gray shirt actually coming out the bottom of his briefs.
The mascot for AS Roma is Romolo, the she-wolf, which is weird, because the she-wolf is definitely female, and Romolo is definitely both a masculine name, and the Italian form of the founder of Rome, Romulus, who was in fact (or myth, but either way definitely) a guy. His number is also super-ironically 753 A.C., the traditional date of the founding of Rome (A.C. being the Italian B.C.).
I still don't understand how you can get away wearing clothes like this in public here; and at a major sporting event, no less.
Monday I led everyone to the Circus Maximus (that's the first part of the site report; you have to lead the whole group to the place you're presenting). My presentation went pretty well, I left a few things out, and despite my not even being able to find any information on the actual ruins at the east end of the Circus, which one would think to be fairly important and prevalent in a talk about the site, my intellectual insights into how important the Circus was and its function within the city were enough to get me compliments from the professor, so I'm fairly confident that the presentation went quite well indeed. We'll see how the midterm went in not too long.
After my presentation we continued on our normal tour of the city led by Professor Stroup, lecturing as she went about all of the various sites, most of which are ancient (and therefore important to us). This is a famous rose garden, and while my picture was just barely ill-timed (they all had their noses in the bush a second before), I can still comment that they did, in fact, stop to smell the roses.
On top of the Aventine Hill (one of the seven ancient/important Roman hills) are several important churches, this monument being in front of one that dates to I think the 1300s, and was once the home of the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitallers, which is a big deal for me, being a medievalist. I wanted to be a Hospitaller in middle school...
This is an example of "damnatio memoriae," which is the "damnation of memory." Ancient Romans took this pretty seriously. When you were in a position of power, and you didn't like someone, first you offed them, and then you went around the city literally erasing their memory. In this carving of an emperor and his wife (I forgot which one), there should have been a child next to the wife, the emperor's older brother, I think. However, once the younger brother became emperor, he literally took big brother out of the picture. If you look closely you can see that the mother's left arm is obviously a later, poorer carving. Not as easy as white-out. There are lots of places around Rome where you can see this, especially on inscriptions where there is a blank spot in the text where someone's name should be. There are some, also, where they got a little lazy, and only erased the face of the person, which are kind of funny, because they're usually really good carvings, and then one guy doesn't have a head.
Yesterday was my midterm, after which I had to do my homework for Latin this morning. Now it's now, now, and I don't have nearly as much on my shoulders (see that, "nearly as much," indicating that I recognize that I do have homework, because I'm realizing that even though my next assignment isn't due until Monday, if I do a little now, I'll have less to do later, as opposed to assuming I have nothing to do until Sunday night...somebody's growing up...baaaaby steps).
This is a little random, but I forgot to put a picture on last time of the crater that we saw on the way back from our Paestum/Pompeii trip a couple of weeks ago. Speaking of a couple of weeks ago, I'm disappointed that it's May, but I feel ridiculously spoiled thinking to myself "Man, I only have five more weeks in Rome..."
Latin Word for the Day: puer, pueri; m. (tr: boy)
Vale, amici.
Friday was great. We bussed out to the Alban Hills, famous in Roman history for lots of things, among them a great place to quarry various kinds of stone. We started at the top of one of them, I think Palestrina, but I'm not sure, and worked our way down. On the top was a really neat little museum built into what was originally a huge temple. They had a model of what the temple would have looked like; it was huge and built into the rock, but they wouldn't let me take a picture of the modern model of the ancient site. I can understand not letting me take a picture of the giant and amazingly famous mosaic of the Nile, but the modern model? That they made? Come on, I have blog fans that need pictures. After the museum we meandered down the hill, Stroup pointing out various points along the way of historical significance, including an 11th century C.E. church with a Byzantine bell tower. We couldn't go in, however, because there was a service in progress, but Stroup assured us it was cool. We then bussed to another famous hill (maybe this one was Palestrina...) where lots of really famous Romans had villas (the only one I remember is Cicero). There was a nice view, and most of the group walked to the top, spread out and took a nap. After we arrived back at the Pio, Stroup invited us all over to her apartment for dinner, so we went around seven and helped her cook (I brought some proschiutto for the rest of us that were not vegetarian) and pretty much just hung out until around ten that night, at which time Ashli, Dan, Nick and I all went on a walk to the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps.
This is a small part of the original temple that we couldn't get to, and are most likely not supposed to take pictures. Take that, no pictures of the modern model people. Archaeological faux pas number five.
This is a view from the top of the hill, entrance to the museum.
Another view, as we descended the hill.
...pp...that's all...Hovde might like this one.
We work hard, we play hard.
Myself atop the second Alban hill we climbed (maybe Palestrina?). I was trying to explain to Stephen how to take a picture with my camera, but we figured this one was good enough.
That night we had dinner at Stroup's. This is a view of the Campo dei Fiori from her balcony. All the awnings are restaurants, and every morning except Sunday the Campo is transformed into a huge farmer's market that starts around 7:30am and is taken down and totally cleaned up after by 3:00pm. This is where I buy a lot of my groceries. They're all fresh, and hormone free (Italy doesn't actually allow in any corn products from the United States because of the genetic alteration stuff). At night it becomes a huge hangout for Italians and a lot of tourists, and they don't shut-up until about 3:00am...we've all become very good sleepers.
Saturday I tried to study for my Circus Maximus presentation, and then went to the first of two heavily anticipated events for my weekend. I saw the opera "La Traviata" at a large Anglican church (the main opera house is not showing any operas while I'm in Rome), and it was a lot of fun. I went with three other people, and we had pretty good seats considering it was on a flat floor (meaning the people in front of us were atypically shorter German people). The clarinet player (for those of us interested) was really good, with a really round, mellow sound. The bassoon player (this is for everyone) was great, because his sound was really good, but also because he warmed up for the second act by playing the Emperor's theme from "The Empire Strikes Back." Which I didn't toally understand, but he's been my favorite person for a while now. This was my first opera that I got to actually watch, and I have confirmed that I really do like opera (I didn't fall asleep at all). I've played a couple at UW, but you don't get to see much from the pit.
Sunday I put in about fifteen minutes of work on my Circus Maximus presentation before my Latin TA, Ashli announced we were leaving in ten to go to my first Italian soccer game. It was pretty intense. It wasn't even a terribly important game, but the fans were so into it. It was way crazier than a football or basketball game in the U.S., where people cheer and paint themselves. Here there were fans running all over the place, jumping over seats in every part of the stadium (which is huge...it's Rome, go figure). When the referee made a relatively poor call at one point, not a terribly horribly awful call, just a little iffy, the entire stadium was absolutely deafening with boos. Everyone in the stadium knew the Roma song, too, and when they sang it you couldn't hear yourself think. Soccer has never been so exciting. The security at their game was pretty intense, too. The away team's fans were all practically quarantined off in one section of stands, and there were probably only about 100 of them (the game was Roma vs. Torino, which means at least as much to you as it did to me). Rome won 4-1, which is a pretty serious landslide in professional soccer. Getting to the game was a novel in itself, however. We knew it was cheaper to get tickets at the stadium on the day of the game, because that's what they told us at the AS Roma store, which is where you buy Roma gear and sometimes tickets for the games. When we got to the stadium, however, they told us they didn't sell tickets at the stadium, and you had to get them at the stadium box office about three kilometers away. So we took about fifteen minutes finding a place that sold bus tickets (you can't buy bus tickets on the bus in Rome, either). By the time we got a bus, got to the box office, bought our tickets, and got back on another bus, it was 2:45pm, and the game was supposed to start at 2:00. We figured we'd make it at least for the second half, and were totally bummed, when we noticed on the ticket that it said "15:00pm." Someone had read the time wrong, and we were actually back in near perfect timing, because the game didn't start until 3:00pm. We missed the coin toss and the kickoff, but saw the entire rest of the game. After the game I went home and finished my site report...after dinner...and gelato.
Us waiting for the bus, everyone pretty much disgusted with life at this point thinking we were going to miss the game and have to pay ridiculous moneys for tickets.
The game. Crazy stadium. The kid down on the left had his gray shirt tucked into his underwear, but was sagging his pants, and sagging them so low you could see his gray shirt actually coming out the bottom of his briefs.
The mascot for AS Roma is Romolo, the she-wolf, which is weird, because the she-wolf is definitely female, and Romolo is definitely both a masculine name, and the Italian form of the founder of Rome, Romulus, who was in fact (or myth, but either way definitely) a guy. His number is also super-ironically 753 A.C., the traditional date of the founding of Rome (A.C. being the Italian B.C.).
I still don't understand how you can get away wearing clothes like this in public here; and at a major sporting event, no less.
Monday I led everyone to the Circus Maximus (that's the first part of the site report; you have to lead the whole group to the place you're presenting). My presentation went pretty well, I left a few things out, and despite my not even being able to find any information on the actual ruins at the east end of the Circus, which one would think to be fairly important and prevalent in a talk about the site, my intellectual insights into how important the Circus was and its function within the city were enough to get me compliments from the professor, so I'm fairly confident that the presentation went quite well indeed. We'll see how the midterm went in not too long.
After my presentation we continued on our normal tour of the city led by Professor Stroup, lecturing as she went about all of the various sites, most of which are ancient (and therefore important to us). This is a famous rose garden, and while my picture was just barely ill-timed (they all had their noses in the bush a second before), I can still comment that they did, in fact, stop to smell the roses.
On top of the Aventine Hill (one of the seven ancient/important Roman hills) are several important churches, this monument being in front of one that dates to I think the 1300s, and was once the home of the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitallers, which is a big deal for me, being a medievalist. I wanted to be a Hospitaller in middle school...
This is an example of "damnatio memoriae," which is the "damnation of memory." Ancient Romans took this pretty seriously. When you were in a position of power, and you didn't like someone, first you offed them, and then you went around the city literally erasing their memory. In this carving of an emperor and his wife (I forgot which one), there should have been a child next to the wife, the emperor's older brother, I think. However, once the younger brother became emperor, he literally took big brother out of the picture. If you look closely you can see that the mother's left arm is obviously a later, poorer carving. Not as easy as white-out. There are lots of places around Rome where you can see this, especially on inscriptions where there is a blank spot in the text where someone's name should be. There are some, also, where they got a little lazy, and only erased the face of the person, which are kind of funny, because they're usually really good carvings, and then one guy doesn't have a head.
Yesterday was my midterm, after which I had to do my homework for Latin this morning. Now it's now, now, and I don't have nearly as much on my shoulders (see that, "nearly as much," indicating that I recognize that I do have homework, because I'm realizing that even though my next assignment isn't due until Monday, if I do a little now, I'll have less to do later, as opposed to assuming I have nothing to do until Sunday night...somebody's growing up...baaaaby steps).
This is a little random, but I forgot to put a picture on last time of the crater that we saw on the way back from our Paestum/Pompeii trip a couple of weeks ago. Speaking of a couple of weeks ago, I'm disappointed that it's May, but I feel ridiculously spoiled thinking to myself "Man, I only have five more weeks in Rome..."
Latin Word for the Day: puer, pueri; m. (tr: boy)
Vale, amici.
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