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1. Derek White on September 19th, 2011 at 2:46 pm

   i buy my cilantro from a vegetable monger at the base of the hooded statue in campo d’fiori commemorating the spot where said burning took place.

2. Sheila Ryan on September 19th, 2011 at 8:27 pm

   Derek, I’ve just formed a mental association between cilantro and Giordano Bruno that I think is going to last for quite a while.

3. Derek White on September 20th, 2011 at 4:58 am

   That is, when i don’t grow it myself. When i’m dry, Giordano Bruno vendor is the only one who’ll fix me up. But watch out for the chihuahua she has on the counter, it bites.

4. Sheila Ryan on September 20th, 2011 at 7:48 am

   Derek, what force pulls you into the orbit of biting Chihuahuas?

5. Derek White on September 20th, 2011 at 2:29 pm

   Good memory, yes chihuahuas don’t seem to like me. This one the cilantro woman keeps on the counter next to the cash, so i probably should’ve known better. Twice bitten, thrice burned at the stake.

6. Deron Bauman on September 20th, 2011 at 3:35 pm

   Lest we forget.

7. Sheila Ryan on September 20th, 2011 at 4:06 pm

   Also, as of only a few years back, Julian Schnabel’s [teen-aged] son could not correctly spell the word chihuahua.

8. Deron Bauman on September 20th, 2011 at 4:09 pm

   I have to say it out loud — chee-huah-huah — in order to be able to.

9. Deron Bauman on September 20th, 2011 at 4:59 pm

   Rather, mispronounce it out loud.

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