In my Flint & Stone jacket (artisanal waxed canvas, brass hardware, American-made), Japanese denim (227 days of wear), and Flimby-crafted 991s. The Filson flannel's cotton drapes naturally on my shoulders. Heading to Piazza Maggiore for All Saint’s Day. #Bologna
Zurich-bound train, 3 hours delayed. Conductor's evolved into a sentient timetable. Quiet teen's now a 200-year-old wizard teaching Esperanto to luggage. I've developed reverse-aging, now a fetus with a full beard. Pretty sure we're on a collision course with the Big Bang.
Of Bologna's renowned Two Towers, Asinelli stands taller than Garisenda. Not from superior construction, but sheer stubbornness and a diet rich in Parmigiano-Reggiano.
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Bologna’s bars emerge from their estival cocoons, metamorphosed into even boozier butterflies. Aperol flows like lava, erupting from Mount Spritzuvius.
RFK Jr. was previously asked about how it felt to be condemned by his own family.
He told a story about how his father gave him a book just two weeks before he died.
RFK said he read the book multiple times, trying to figure out what lesson his dad wanted to give him.
Here is what he said:
"Camus had written this book called The Plague. My father gave it to me and he told me, with this kind of peculiar intensity, 'I want you to read this'."
"He said this with this directness that after he died, I ended up reading that book about three times, trying to figure out kind of what the message was that he was trying to give me."
Breakdown of the book:
- "The Plague" is set in a North African city hit by an unprecedented plague.
- The city is quarantined, and the story begins with a focus on the doctor's internal conflict.
- The doctor initially considers not helping because there is no treatment the unknown disease.
- Despite the risks, the doctor decides to comfort and serve the people.
- Camus, an existentialist, draws from Stoicism, focusing on duty and service.
- The doctor's actions bring order to the chaos, reflecting Stoic philosophy.
- RFK then discussed Sisyphus, a figure in Stoicism, who is happy despite his eternal, futile task.
- Sisyphus's happiness comes from fulfilling his duty (protecting people from a rolling stone), regardless of the outcome.
"For eternity [he] pushes a rock up a hill. He can never get it over the top. It always rolls back down and on top of him. And then he goes up and does it again," RFK said.
"Sisyphus is a happy man because he put his shoulder to the stone. He was given a duty and he does his duty. And that self-sacrifice that he makes, brings order to a chaotic universe."
"So for me to have kind of a concrete task that I know is right, and I'm open to criticism, I have a critical mind. If somebody shows me where I got it wrong, I'll change. I'm not dug in, I'm not hardheaded in that sense."
"But until somebody shows me that I'm gonna try to help these children and, you know, and I feel like it's a gift. So, and the more people that abuse me, the bigger the gift is in some way."
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Saturday afternoon in Giardini Margherita: Brodsky performs burlesque with my neurons while my iPhone serves up a smorgasbord of pixel-perfect debauchery.
Bologna continues to simmer. Sweat-drenched, I’m seeking salvation in Franciacorta's effervescent embrace. Even the statues are fanning themselves with pizza crusts.
Perched on a wobbly chair in Bologna’s beating heart, nursing a spritz. To my left, three Botticelli beauties lamenting the sorry state of Italian manhood. I contemplate offering wisdom, but my romantic credentials are as dubious as a counterfeit Parmigiano-Reggiano. #bologna
Stumbled into a trattoria off the beaten path in Bologna today. The waiter's moustache was more meticulously groomed than my entire life has been. Ordered a special that turned out to be heaven wrapped in carbs and a glass of the house red that would put hairs on your proverbial.
Ferragosto in Bologna - a city slow-cooked by the August sun. Streets emptier than a student's wallet after textbook season. Stumbled into an impromptu gathering of nations - German efficiency meets Brazilian rhythm over ice. A United Colors of Benetton ad, but sweatier.