BAD CITY, NO PIZZA FOR YOU!

Some weird dreams involving a doctorate. Normally I don't even think about my failed attempt at academia, seeing as what I remember most fondly from that period of my life are cigars and pizza, which are not, strictly speaking serious subjects on which people write their theses. Perhaps a degree in history. "What would have been the effect on the Netherlandish struggle for freedom agains Philip of Spain IF pizza had been widely available at that time". A completely speculative analysis. Three possible results: Leiden and Leuven would have been much more Berkeleyite, pineapple would have become popular in Northern Europe ages ago, and cigars would have been handed round at children's birthday parties.

Not very good cigars. Italian preference. Firecured Kentucky.
Very popular among certain old geezers.
Rope-like cheroots.


The first time I had pizza while living in the Netherlands I found it interesting and tasty, but in retrospect it wasn't very good, and if that had been a true representation of the dish it would have not become something of which I was fond, not even close, and American college boy insanity regarding it should have been quite as baffling as their berserk fascination for football. Fortunately, Berkeley is not far from good pie.

Pizza is widely available and quite good in the urban part of the Bay Area. What is called "California Pizza", not so much. You have to go to suburban shopping malls for that, and rub shoulders with pudgy fembots. I've had it only once. During a company event. It was not repeated. We had many company events that involved pizza. Except for that time, the Marketing Department folks were shut out of the decision making process.

Someone should seriously do a study on the frequency of pizza deliveries to old folks homes. Front door deliveries lead to happier staff, back door deliveries quietly in the middle of the night to more lively, longer living, and more mentally alert residents.

The computer-paint illustration above had, sadly, very little connection to pizza.

I finished it late at night after needing to pee, and because I had already brushed my teeth and was wearing jammies I did not head out for a late snack. So I did it to get my mind off of pizza. A slice of which would have necessitated a taxi ride. I wasn't up to that.
And past three o'clock good pizza is rare.

Which is very regrettable.



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