Fruitless Trouble

The tale of two rivers & a burrito

2007-02-24T07:49:00.000-08:00

It is a weird thing to be doing this but here i am in Iraq. I cant tell you were but I am here. holly crap i am in the middle of a war and all i can think about is my wife and a breakfast burrito. Thats right a burrito. My argument still stands on how best can i attack my burrito (since i have to tortillas over here to make one).
Like emerald or Wolfgang puck i have an idea on how i will make one. First i will take to slices of military grade bread (o yum NOT) and then place a peace of between them. To some this may come off as if i am making a sandwich. Don't get ahead of our selfs the end of this recipe is coming. So what you do next is place these things, that you perceive to be a sandwich ( don't make me go into the discussion of qualia at this moment, just let me Imagen it myself) in between your hands and press as hard as you can. Thus creating a qesadia, then roll it up like a burrito.

Um yea so besides kicking in doors and catching bad guys that has been the high light of my time here. Realizing that the Greeks were right (you know about eros & thantanos) and that tea is great. So i say this long live my burrito people and long live flapping crane you are doing great things for this country by bringing us laffter.

So i leave you with this my fellow readers. Don't believe what you read or you may soon become what is written.

Gino

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

2005-12-24T00:42:00.000-08:00

The day started of pretty slow today. As we all stager back from the bar last night and realized how much we had to drink. OUCH my head said, as if being hammered by a black smith. O well! The day was pretty much again routine we when out side and took our snowboarding lessons. But what was different this time was that we had gotten better at snowboarding. To my amazement I had gotten to the point of being able to do turns and switch sides. So we proceeded to learn and follow our instructors like little ducklings around the slope.

The night seemed to come early tonight! It was decided by our elders that we were to go to Salzburg and go to the Christmas market. The trip their seemed almost endless and never-ending, but in the end it was a dream come true. The market was heals of a cathedral and came

off as if placed their just to create lift your hart up from the cold. The smells in the area ran as wild and my imagination, and the taste of chocolate became absolutely decadent in my mind. This deep chill that has griped this city was fended of by the small paradise these people had created in such a small area. Well looks like its time to get back to the hotel,

Good Night
Gino L. Pellicano

Tuesday December 20, 2005

2005-12-24T00:24:00.000-08:00

Today was a day of fun and games; all we did all day was listening to our snowboard instructor and fall. It hurt but it was fun learning how to perform a new art. I don’t have the pictures of us falling but I will soon. The interesting time for us came at night today. We were restless souls trapped in a cabin. Fights were breaking amongst the family members, because we had nothing to do. During the day their was so much to do but at night we felt lost. So how did we solve this problem? We went club hopping.

Before we headed out to the club we decided to go see the night ski show. What a glorious and magical thing it was to go see this performance. While walking outside to our new found destination we noticed that it started to slightly snow. Our toes started to go numb with the chill of Jack Frost bit upon us. But then, when we reached a hill top and our minds were greeted with a sight that only our imaginations could have created earlier. The smell of glue wine filled the air and caused us to forget the chill of the air. The music that filled the air caused us to imagine with wonder what happen later on. As if magic had come down and touched us in our ever so slight despair. We were at awe at what we saw as a paraded of skiers lead by a torch came down the mountain and bedazzled our minds. As quick as it was started it was over. Well I thought to my self lets go have a beer and get ready for another day of Falling and snowboarding.

Good night!
Gino L. Pellicano

Monday, December 19, 2005

2005-12-23T18:16:00.000-08:00

Well today I woke up and started my first lesson of snowboarding. After arriving yesterday my mom told me that I could take lessons and she would buy it as my birth day present. (I could not believe I heard that.) So I decided to take the opportunity of learning how to snow board. I thought to my self that it would be easy. ………boy was I ever wrong…..

Good Morning Indeed

Got up ate, had a cup of coffee. Looked out side and was absolutely dumb struck by the beautiful site. I could not believe that I was learning how to snow board today in a place like this. It was all just too amazing….then Got over it. The next thing I did was get dressed and put on my ski suit. Started to walk on over to the slope where we were slated to start our lesson. While walking it started to lightly snow…this was a good sign for me. Meet the ski instructor and then went off to start our lesson.

Lesson one

Snow boarding can be like skateboarding & surfing all mixed all in to one. You use your front leg a lot when needing to scoot from one side slope to the other. Next you have to smile a lot according to the instructor. He says it’s for health, personally I think he is trying to get into one of the girls pants that with us. So, on we learned all day long by trying…falling, trying again and then fell some more. By the time the day was over we were so sore and tired that I needed desperately to go have a beer. I thought to my self today was the first day that I go to enjoy my first E.U Beer. WOW WOW WOW. It tasted wonderful.. Like heaven had cracked its gates open just for me. Well I think its time to go home eat and hit the rack these lessons are supposed to last up to 3 days long.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

2005-12-23T18:04:00.000-08:00

Wow, liked being sucked in through a worm hole I totally lost a day while in transit. It was Saturday afternoon, around, 3pm in the E.U by the time I landed. While moving from the airport to my mom’s house I felt like I was in a surreal area of my life. The free way or (auto ban) seemed a lot faster then I had originally remembered it. (If you ever wanted to have a car and truly test its potential, that piece of road is the place to do it.) So where to start for the day?

Well I got my moms home and went to bed right away. Around 3:30 am I jumped out of bed as if waking from a dream……only it was not any dream that was for sure. When I looked out side I could see that it was snowing. “WOW”….I thought to my self. I have not seen a snow covered village since I was a little kid. So I started to explore my mom’s house. Holly crap I was totally surprised that my mom’s kitchen came off looking like an Ikea catalog picture. So after sitting around and looking for a while my brother and I started to pack for our trip into Austria.

The Trip that my mom had booked to Austria was really cool. We drove on the autobahn from Frankfurt, Germany to Kirchdorf, Austria. The only scary part was the snow on the road. When we arrived at the Hotel we could not believe how beautiful this place was. It was as if we had entered Narnia when the snow queen ruled.

Holy Crap!! Im going to the E.U

2005-12-17T13:49:00.000-08:00

Friday, December 16, 2005

I woke up today ready and gearing for an adventure. Like a little child waiting to open his Christmas presents I hopped out of the bed suddenly, as if I was running late for school. Unfortunate, I forgot all the beer I had drank last night with my cosines, but was quickly reminded by the instant hangover that greeted me. Grandma looked at me and laughed as she was getting ready heading off to work. She saw that I was awake and wanted me to eat something. I told her that I would like a cup of coffee instead. Besides I was to ready for my adventure. What will it bring, what will I do, how much has changed was going through my mind? When most people think of Europe, they think of the wine country and romance. For me It is entirely different. I was a little kind living on a military bas and saw the cold war at its most. When I think of Europe I think of or tanks that used to roll past our house at night shake the whole place. They so much has changed, sine I was their last.
So I quickly got dressed and took a shower, drank my coffee and headed out the door, with grandpa. Hear some green chilly and tortias to take to Germany for your mom. (Ok I said; as I stuffed them in my bag) well lets go.

Checking in at the Airport

I was told that when I check in the airport security would be agressive and tight. Ya right they were some of the nice people that I have meet, even nicer then the American airlines Ticket agent at the door.

So what do you do when you have checked in to your international flight and you become board, at 1pm were you are at………I say you start drinken a BEER and meet people. Holly crap I am going to the EU I finaly thought to myself while drinking a beer. "now boarding ***" Uhh that’s my call, I told my self. I start to run to the boarding gate half buzzed and hopeing that this is a quick fligh. Well got to go I will post soon. Ta ta. Enjoy the picks

Kent Nerburns Poem

2005-06-23T10:18:00.000-07:00

"It is a mystery why we fall in love.
It is a mystery how it happens.
It is a mystery when it comes.
It is a mystery why some loves grow and it is a mystery why some loves fail.
You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes,
but you will never do any more than take the life out of the experience.
Love is more than the sum of the interestsand attractions and commonalities that two people share.
And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its time, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways."

Self Pity

2005-06-14T08:06:00.000-07:00

"I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself."

-- DH Lawrence

Clausewitz vs the Burrito

2005-05-07T13:27:00.000-07:00

Carl Von Clausewitz once stated that "war is nothing more then an extension of politics by other means. "I believe that he is wrong! When ever I engage my breakfast burrito in the morining their is no political means, or preassure behinde it. I am mearely prelude to acting on my own internal instincts of consuming what is put before me. Their is no exerted pressure forcing me to commit this act. Only an internal desire to utterly destroy the object before me.

So lik in war.. is it really politics that extend war? Or is it a deep, crazy self destrucitve , desire to destroy something because it is not liked, wanted or needed, by others. This deep seeded thought or idea is what i bealive is the extention of war.