6 : 4 5 P M (./phoebe nostalgia mode://ON) A few years ago, Jeremy and I went to Italy together. Jeremy liked to think he could speak Italian. It was a hot night, and we wanted ice cream. Jer asked for a cornetto (the Italian word for ice cream cone) and the woman at the little bar thought he said corneglia, which means rabbit. So she went inside her house and we sat there, sort of puzzled. We waited, nothing happened. Then we left and walked around the town and about 20 minutes later she came running after us, shouting "Le corneglie!" (The rabbits!) She dragged us back to her house where she had roasted two corneligie for dinner. We sat down in the garden and ate them and drank a lot of wine. Then we stumbled back to our pensione and fucked all night like, well, you know... OK, I miss him.