July 20th (21st in Italy) marks the 40th anniversary of the American landing on the moon. Everyone is making a nod to this great event, with TV specials, documentaries, interviews, heck – even Louis Vuitton came out with an extra special ad and web feature (as if they were the Official Sponsor of the Nasa Suitcase Supply).

In Italy, that fateful event did not go unnoticed. In fact, it remains in the collective consciousness a day of celebration for all mankind (except the ones who...

Michelle Obama & kids visited the Pantheon today. It has been twittered, and it's probably TOTALLY UNTRUE, in the friend of a friend of a friend sort of variety of info that our TOTALLY COOL FIRST LADY donning black leggings - leggings!- under a black dress asked for a doggy bag at the restaurant.
You mean to tell me, my blog isn't required reading prior to a Presidential presence in Italia???!!! I mean, is she a midnight snacker? Did Barack call her up and say, honey can you pick me...

Since 1953, Italy has been using TV presenters to tell you the night’s programming, basically in a rare moment of technological prowess, they offer what today is known as a podcast. It’s one of the most endearing qualities of life in the Bel Paese. What’s more incredible about these announcers is that they are so loved, they are allowed to stay on long after their looks have gone into retirement. A few years back, the RAI decided to put them out to pasture – and in a public outcry so loud and long,...

Well it's St. Peter's Fiesta time here in Gloucester and this year I am participating in a project to document my town's "little Italy" - known as The Fort.

Although most of Gloucester's Italian-American community has moved on, The Fort is still the heart and soul, the place where our families got a foothold in America.

Change is happening across the country and in our tired old fishing town and so Ethnographer Sal Zerilli and his team are preparing to document...

Well, the European elections have come and gone, with the rigid right seemingly trouncing the left and socialist parties from Brussels to Brindisi. It’s not enough to know what, or for whom, we were actually voting for, but how those elections play in Parliament. What’s actually more confusing are the myriad parties from each place who garner representation there. I am still convinced that if my favorite candidate, the ubiquitous Home Developer, Mr. Carlino won out, he’d be spending his time selling...