Wise and The Readers

A Wise communique, from somewhere up in the mountains:

I just found out why I'm doing so well over here linguistically. There are only 21 letters in the Italian alphabet. Honest. That's why these people understand me so well. Like today, "Bus-o to the Luge-ah?" It totally worked.
Libby Copeland's princa-pessyish charm and lost-puppy eyes had a little to do with it, but I'm taking most of the credit.
By the way, people glom onto Libby here like she's in charge of food drops to the famished. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Libino. She's liberating, loosey-goosey, a real good soul. But she goes international and people swarm her, men and women. It's like, "Libino, can I take your hand and escort you to the mixed zone area, where we will share cocktails, mingle about politics and life?"
At this minute some British dude, using Lennox Lewis's accent, is trying to out-charm her and it just ain't working. I think she just told him her and her fiance, Danylo (Big ups, he's a Postie too), are going to the Amalfi Coast after the Games. I'm feeling for him right now.
If the Libster lived in Hamlin, she would lead the mice AND the townspeople to their watery deaths. Her gravitational pull makes Saturn look like Pluto.
[Ed. Note: the Libster's fiance, Danylo, actually works for Washingtonpost.com, a separate company that has, for some reason, chosen to send me to the Olympics to write about cheese. But still, the point is valid.]

There Libby, are you happy? You're in the blog. You know, some other journos have asked me whether they could make blog appearances. I should start charging. A source close to Gawker.com tells me my only chance of scoring a link there is to find some stupid Americanos making an international incident, possibly via public vomiting. So there's a tip, journos.

From The Readers.

Matt, on the O.C.:

In true network style, they made us wade through 60 minutes of skiing practice and Michelle Kwan interviews before getting going. By 9:30 it was time for the parade of nations, so I went to bed, unimpressed! I'm just holding out hope that we'll get some Ohno prior to 22:00 tonight, even though it's a WEEKEND and they could probably be bringing it live, during an hour that they'd get a good audience.

I will be skipping Ohno in favor of Juventus-Turin, which, shockingly, nobody has yet written to me about. I need a little primer. And I need to know more about NBC's coverage, if anybody's watching. Was last night all about Hedrick? Tell me tell me.

From Gianluca:

Hi my name is Gianluca, I live here in Turin and I'm reading your stories because I'm curious about what the world says about Turin. I'll be more than happy to talk to you and give suggestions on the cool places...It will be an honour for me to invite you for an hot chocolate with panna (the real one) at the Caval D'Brounz (bar).

I guess I'll take him up on this. Editors, if I go meet Gianluca and you never hear from me again, thanks for giving me this opportunity.

From Patrick in D.C.:

Twenty four hours after a tough loss to Navy, the American University Eagles won eight matches in a 29-12 drubbing of Rutgers Saturday night. No. 1 Josh Glenn (Johnson City, N.Y./Johnson City) won a 10-2 major decision and EIWA No. 4 Tom Kniezewski (Boyertown, Pa./Boyertown) scored a 15-6 major to highlight the now 10-6 Eagles' victory on a snowy night in New Jersey.

Whoops, wrong e-mail. Try this, from the curiously named Alex Steinberg, who is not related to me, as far as I know:

you need an apple computer, then your computer wont crash.

And you need a shift key, son. But you're not the only one to send along that advice. Grazie.

And here's reader Ben Wedro's Olympic blog, of sorts.

I'm also told the Boston Globe had an Olympics blog, but I was unable to find it. The search, however, produced this truly disturbing story about Dunkin' Donuts, which isn't as good as Tim Hortons anyway.

Remarkably, an Italian doctor just e-mailed me the address for the Redskins chocolate shop. Even more remarkably, it's on the same street as my Alpine Hut of Cheese.

By Dan Steinberg |  February 12, 2006; 11:36 AM ET
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I thought the NBC coverage last night wasn't too bad. They had some moguls, some pairs figure skating and Hedrick. They didn't seem to OD on anything.

By the way, I take back my assessment about Hedrick being cute. During the coverage last night I was transfixed by his eyebrows. They look like he overly plucks them! It was truly disturbing and I have now crossed him off my list of hot male athletes. I hope Bode, Jeremy Bloom and Lobello don't have any heretofore unknown unappealing qualities!

Posted by: Natalie | February 12, 2006 12:47 PM

All you need to do is have Wise as "Dieter" say the wrong thing in pig-Italian to Laura Bush's security detail and you might just have that international incident you need to score that Gawker.com link.

Posted by: jhorstma | February 12, 2006 05:28 PM

Good to see Dan(ylo) make the blog. Go Stove!

Posted by: Stover | February 13, 2006 01:57 PM

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