Why am I not throwing away recycleable materials? Not just things like bus tickets and receipts for money exchange, but also empty cereal boxes, complete newspapers, and incomprehensible literature from seemingly dozens of museums?

To ask more precisely, why am I keeping all this stuff...?

...Under my bed?!

Along with some ... non-recycleables? You know ... "garbage"...?

I mean, it's not like I'm keeping leftovers and coffee grounds and whatever doesn't get eaten at dinner the night before. THAT stuff gets tossed out -- whaddya, think I'm crazy or something?! Maybe it has to do with the Italian garbage system being so different from the one I'm used to, and I don't want to landfill anything unnecessarily.

I'm habitually stashing it all under the bed, as if some primal art-student urge inside my brain is telling me that all this detritus will be useful someday.

But, I'm taking things that, if I were in Seattle, I'd just toss into the recycling bin, or stuff that is clean but would go in the, ah, garbage can, and I'm habitually stashing it all under the bed, as if some primal art-student urge inside my brain is telling me that all this detritus will be useful someday.

So I guess I'd better get busy figuring out THAT one so I'll know what it is I'm supposed to do with it all...

And why do Italian laws apparently dictate that classrooms must be closed and locked during the night? At the Pio, I'm sure it has something to do with the partly residential nature of the building -- I know I'm not in the mood to have an elderly Italian woman yell at me to keep it down. Looks like there'll be no all-nighter art sessions for us in these studios, like we get to do back home. We'll just have to risk the wrath of our own neighbors as we work in our own apartments -- or go out on the town -- to fulfill late-night inspirations. Hmmmmm, not a bad idea, actually....

...and not to pile on or anything, but why is it that whenever I go to "Hackers" for pizza and email...

. . . cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life. . .

...I hear the same damn songs over and over again?
. . . I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gonna keep me down . . .

While you and I work on those topics, here are some notes I took of Shara Wasserman's slide lecture on the Sistine Chapel...

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