There’s the navy fringe dress from H&M that I wore to Erma’s wedding last year. There’s the pair of seal brown oxford pumps I bought a million years ago in Japan. There’s a strand of fake pearls, a fluffy white flower pin, and makeup to make me look like Clara Bow. For the first time […]
Author: ieatmypigeon
The Mayor, the Policeman, and the Termosifone
So I’ve applied for my residency here in Terracina. It. Has been. A wild pain in my ass. This, despite being an Italian citizen. This, despite speaking Italian. This, despite making the request with my native Italian mother in tow. Sorry, the man you need to speak to isn’t here today. Oh, well, actually, he […]
Life In These Here Hills
It’s 1 September, the night before I leave for Dublin. I’m having an arrivederci dinner with my upstairs neighbors, Maria and Eugenio – parents of the screaming Giada. Maria says it’s her mission to find me a man. She says this over spaghetti alle vongole, as Giada grabs fistfuls of table and kicks her feet […]
Back in the Drivers’ Seat: Day Three
Instructor: [slap] Why why why are you going to the left? Myself: Because there’s a trash bin on the side of the road and I’m afraid of hitting it. Instructor: That doesn’t mean you have to weave all over the place. Stay straight! You need to look straight ahead! You almost hit that oldie. Madonnnnnnnnnnnnna. […]
Back in the Drivers’ Seat: Day Two
Your mini Italian lesson for the day: Il frizione = the clutch I freni = the brakes L’acceleratore = the gas Le marce = the gears I remember these words from when my father taught me to drive stick, half a lifetime ago. They made a lot more sense then, when I wasn’t obsessively watching […]
Back in the Drivers’ Seat: Day One
There are a few driving schools listed in the city’s yellow pages and I’m heading to the one that’s advertised on Viale Nano, off the corner of Viale Ulisse, but I run into Auto Scuola Marinella first so that’s the one I pick. It’s nearly empty when I arrive; only a middle-aged man at a […]
Why It’s Cool Having a Blog Name Like I Eat My Pigeon
Because shots like this actually mean something. Roost, pigeon, roost. Roost while you can.
Country Roads
The landlords have a realtor called Patrick whose job it is now to troop prospective renters through my soon-to-be ex-bedsit. Sometimes he calls first, other times he doesn’t. I’m hungover one morning when I hear the timid knock on the door – hello? And then it’s all, dammit, because when falling into bed tipsy the […]
Taxicab Duets
Drinks at Kennedy’s with my former classmates turns into a tipsy nighttime walk through City Centre turns into drinks and dancing at 4 Dame Lane. Untiss untiss untiss. Untiss untiss untiss. Talk of our novels, talk of our poetry, talk of our master’s portfolios; of marriage and children and Beckett and Hardy and confessional poets […]
Photo Friday: Monopoly Houses on the River Liffey
A new art installation in Dublin – 2010 Fringe Festival madness. Monopoly houses bobbing along the River Liffey between the O’Connell and Ha’penny bridges. Red and green. Floating with the current. Lit up at night. This post has been brought to you by Delicious Baby Photo Friday.