( Prefer short profile? )
This page and this blog have been visited many times now and it occurred to me that visitors may look for a “theme” in this blog – and rightly so, especially in view of the cheetah that I chose as a symbol – but when I started it I knew nothing about blogs. I had picked another name which meant “things of a passing nature”, like thoughts that come and go, but that particular name was taken already so I turned to one of my favorite animals, the cheetah. I wanted this to be a place where I could express and share my mental wanderings, what I call musings, past and present, going in whatever direction my mind may take me from time to time. I somewhat also wanted to document my life (probably to myself first of all). Maybe now those of you who chance onto these pages will understand them better. The cheetah is my symbol for moving quickly from one subject to another.
Should you run into a post with broken links or empty grey squares instead of pictures, would you kindly let me know which post it is so I can fix it ? Please put a note about it in the comments window. A table of contents is below. PS: Some posts lead to .PDF pages which are best seen full screen. Eventually I’ll figure out how to better format the posts themselves ….
A dreamer, born in Torino, Italy. Educated in Italy and the USA. Main field of study: foreign languages, bi-lingual Italian-English; additionally French, Spanish, some Hungarian. I also “know things” about languages that I do not speak…
Lived in Saudi Arabia 1958-60. That same year, 1960, I came to the USA.
Worked in the foreign language field 1973 to 2001; for many years full time, then free-lancing as a translator. I also worked in the interesting field of high-tech start-ups.
Since 2001 to now: occasional free-lance translation work from Italian into American English. Special interest: translation of poetry, if ever I could find it…. I do it on my own for fun.
Special preferences: Nature. Trees. The French language and culture. True and precious friends. Hobbies: sketching and drawing. Photography (amateur…). Cats. Books. Scottie dogs. etc. etc. see the blog…
I love writing. Poetry, memoirs, expository writing. But I am not a writer of fiction.
In the USA I lived in Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, the Washington D.C. area, Northern California, and now near Boise, Idaho, part of the true American Far West, in a region called the high desert, in a valley called Treasure Valley (I kid you not!) where I make my home with my daughter’s family. It was a good choice to come here even if I miss some of the California things.
After divorcing in 1973 I raised by myself my three kids into magnificent adults.
Snowy Winters here, mountain air, big skies, extremely hot Summers. Boise has the largest Basque community in the USA. I live in a new neighborhood (only 10 yrs. old!) in the charming small town of Eagle. ( PS: I come from a city in Italy that already existed in pre-Roman times…). From this new neighborhood and driving on a road called Floating Feather, one encounters farms and open fields; there also are romantically dilapidated barns; horses laying down like dogs in the grass; cows grazing; flocks of Canadian geese migrating; other farm animals, and plenty of wild life. There is even a river called the Snake river.
The small town of Ketchum, where Hemingway lived and where, on his front porch, he shot himself in suicide with his hunting gun, is not far from here.
I loved California where I had found a Mediterranean climate and many international friends. Here I have found pristine landscapes, simpler people, a peaceful and calm way of life after the hectic neurasthenia of the San Francisco Bay Area. Boring at times? yes, but nature compensates and my age prefers the calming life now.
About this blog
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etc. etc. etc. … see the index
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hmmm… will there be some pictures called “my time through the years”, a sort of gallery of aging ?
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