I still hate mornings...

I have lived in a major city for the past 6 years and one thing is a constant is action. Being from a suburb, a thing that I think is taken for granted is the silence and tranquility that exists when that town or burb goes to sleep. Silence... Something that simple. If you live in a city or have ever lived there you know what I mean. There is always noise. There are always, music, T.V., talking, shouting arguing, honking, cars, trucks, buses, trains, construction, it is almost overwhelming sometimes. So it is a rare thing to find yourself in a moment of peace. Real peace...silence. I think this is one of the reasons that, even though I hate getting up early with every fiber of my being and will forever deny what I am about to say, I actually secretly enjoy it. Especially when the weather is overcast, foggy, rainy etc. It means that there are even less people around. I took the tram this morning on my regular route to work. At five in the morning obviously it is still dark out. Being that I have to take two different trams to work, I was left waiting at a stop right in the middle of the city. At that hour there is no one. A fog had descended the night before and had become quite thick. Turin even though it is a developed city it has done a very good job of maintaining its timeless character, it has kept all it's old architecture. Looking down the street gave me a scene straight from the past. The porticos that draw their path along the street silently descendedthrough the fog like fingers of a large hand that was holding the street in place. The three head old style streetlamps gave off an incandescent light that seemed to flicker like a flame in the darkness. As I was mesmerized, I half expected to hear the sounds of hooves clopping along the cobblestone of the street, bringing the lonely worker whose job it was to snuff out the flames as the red-orange dawn freed itself of the horizon and began to melt the frozen city. In that moment the unnatural silence was palpable, frozen in the clammyair. An unnatural beauty rarely seen in a common place.

Then.. my ride arrived.

The Fall Line Is Now Multilingual... Somewhat. (Attenzione! La Fall Line è Internazionale!)

I have just added a new feature to the website. Babelfish, that provides various translating resources, it has a service that lets you translate your page by just adding their little widget to the sidebar. So on the right you can translate my page into a number of different languages. All you have to do is click on the flag for the country, et violà!

Ho appena aggiornato un servizio per tradurre questa pagina in varie lingue, incluso italiano, giapponese, cinese, etc. Per tutti amici miei, basta fare click sulla bandiera italiana in basso e alla destra. Siccome è un computer che sta traducendo automaticamente, la traduzione non è esatto. (infatti, fa abbastanza schifo...pero si capisce.)

Danger Will Robinson! Danger...

This is so cool... Anybody got $49,999.95 they can lend me?

Moon Made of Honey

This is a picture from where we went for our honeymoon. It was here in Italy, nearby actually. It was beautiful. The name of the nearest town was Clavier. Before the war it was actually a french town, however it later came to belong to Italy. It is a very cool little town. The views were spectacular. Check them out. 

Cool Illusion

Check out this illusion. Thanks mom.