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Mayor of Motta
Jun. 28th, 2004 10:06 pmIn case you actually read the titles of my posts and are wondering about this one, a short explanation follows:
When my family lived in Italy, we rented an apartment in a tiny town called Motta Sant'Anastasia. Its proximity to the NATO base and its picturesque beauty made it simply irresistible, so we went to school there as well. Our friends made good-natured fun of us for being the only Americans to go to the Italian school, and we responded that as American Imperialists we would of course overrun their town and force them to elect my brother Mayor of Motta. They told us that they'd elect him Mayor without a coup, which we joked about until the whole school refered to him as "The Mayor of Motta." Eventually, the joke came home, and my parents thought it was hilarious, so we've been using it ever since.
This year, the real Mayor of Motta was up for re-election, and a good friend of our family, Dr. Antonino Santagati, ran against him. To our everlasting amusement, Nino won. So now we know the real Mayor of Motta. Life is full of little ironies.
The Youth Orchestra Summer Program kicked off today. I promised myself I wasn't going to rant, so here's the long and short of it: it sucks. We have all the levels grouped together, so we have to play music suitable for the beginning students. I could feel my brain turning to mush about halfway through the poor imitation of Mozart that we're supposed to slog though.
( 13 - Unrequited )
When my family lived in Italy, we rented an apartment in a tiny town called Motta Sant'Anastasia. Its proximity to the NATO base and its picturesque beauty made it simply irresistible, so we went to school there as well. Our friends made good-natured fun of us for being the only Americans to go to the Italian school, and we responded that as American Imperialists we would of course overrun their town and force them to elect my brother Mayor of Motta. They told us that they'd elect him Mayor without a coup, which we joked about until the whole school refered to him as "The Mayor of Motta." Eventually, the joke came home, and my parents thought it was hilarious, so we've been using it ever since.
This year, the real Mayor of Motta was up for re-election, and a good friend of our family, Dr. Antonino Santagati, ran against him. To our everlasting amusement, Nino won. So now we know the real Mayor of Motta. Life is full of little ironies.
The Youth Orchestra Summer Program kicked off today. I promised myself I wasn't going to rant, so here's the long and short of it: it sucks. We have all the levels grouped together, so we have to play music suitable for the beginning students. I could feel my brain turning to mush about halfway through the poor imitation of Mozart that we're supposed to slog though.
( 13 - Unrequited )
