Friday, February 27, 2009
smart car
what do you ladies think about the smart car? I know only two seats...that is the one thing that makes me hesitate, but its super safe, environmentally sound, and perfect for city driving. they drive them all over Europe!! I dunno what la mere will think though. Its cheap too! only about $12,000!! thoughts?!??
Thursday, February 26, 2009
M. Night Shyamalan only wishes his movies were creepy like this!
May I present to you the winner of the Creepiest Music Video in the History of Ever award.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Hi, I'm Bobby Jindal
Did you guys watch the Republican "response" to Obama's speech last night? You must watch the highlights here! I love a good conservative implosion/self-destruction tv appearance, but this rivaled Palin's Couric interview. Why did he sound like he was telling bedtime stories to a bunch of mentally insufficient 5th graders? (Oh wait, he was speaking to the Republican base...) I couldn't stop laughing. Even the Fox commentators were hard pressed to say anything nice about it. I cannot wait for the primaries to see him debate Palin!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
This book totally rocked!
On equality
I totally teared up during Dustin Lance Black's acceptance speech. "When I was 13 years old, my beautiful mother and my father moved me from a conservative Mormon home in San Antonio, Texas, to California, and I heard the story of Harvey Milk. And it gave me hope. It gave me the hope to live my life; it gave me the hope that one day I could live my life openly as who I am and that maybe even I could fall in love and one day get married." Why can't the whole country be more like Massachusetts?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Go Slumdog! Go!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Swan Lake
Went to see Swan Lake last night. Here's a clip of my favorite part, the Pas de Quatre. And here is a funny parody of it.
ps. don't tell la mere I went as A) she does not approve of people who go to the ballet and B) she does not like swans
Friday, February 20, 2009
What I am listening to on my ipod
Amy MacDonald's Mr Rock and Roll (reminds me of the Indigo Girls). Santogold's Shove it. Lady GaGa's Poker Face (have forgiven her for her habitual state of pantlessness).
Thursday, February 19, 2009
So I have this bag...
...and I'm about to go out when Dad comes home and sees it lying on the dining room table. The following conversation ensues.
Le Pere: The Misfits. I saw that movie.
Moi: I'm going out.
LP: Did I see that movie? I think I did.
M: Do you need anything?
LP: Yeah I think I saw it. Marilyn Monroe and John Wayne.
M: Right.... I guess I'll just get milk and laundry detergent.
LP: Her last movie I think.
M: And a punk-rock band in the '80's.
LP: Huh?
M: Nothing.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Questions
1). Did anyone else wonder why no one noticed that the Oceanic 6 (minus Aaron) are all on the same plane again and why didn't anyone else find that a little spooky to be on the same plane as them??
2). What is up the Direct TV ad that seems to star Dule Hill and Alan Tudyk? (somehow couldn't find it on youtube...)
Pls Explain. Thanks.
2). What is up the Direct TV ad that seems to star Dule Hill and Alan Tudyk? (somehow couldn't find it on youtube...)
Pls Explain. Thanks.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Hair dilemma
Fully loaded
You must watch this clip of the Finance Minister of Japan at a press conference this past weekend. Makes our politicians look positively puritanical. (BTW, totally have a crush on Rachel Maddow!)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Why I have always thought Esmee should dress in Viktor and Rolf
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Oh yeah, and the new Decemberists album is totally gonna rock
(who doesn't love a Chauceresque concept album?)
Remember when we didn't love Tilda???
Seriously, what were we on then?
Okay, so Tilda Swinton is going along, doing her weirdo movies, living with her undoubtedly odd kids, older husband, younger lover in some uber-hippie part of France, wondering what the hell project she can involve herself in that could possibly get any weirder.
And voila...
>
...Patrick Wolf, shows up. Dickensian-street-urchin/wunderkind-singer-violinist who dropped out of school to 'get his degree in life', busk, experiment in 'noise-music', heterosexuality, etc before making two AWESOME albums.
After several years he's finally coming out (of the closet) with a new album, and it involves SWINTON (as the Fug girls would say).
Red-heads in unconventional relationships unite?
Okay, so Tilda Swinton is going along, doing her weirdo movies, living with her undoubtedly odd kids, older husband, younger lover in some uber-hippie part of France, wondering what the hell project she can involve herself in that could possibly get any weirder.
And voila...
>
...Patrick Wolf, shows up. Dickensian-street-urchin/wunderkind-singer-violinist who dropped out of school to 'get his degree in life', busk, experiment in 'noise-music', heterosexuality, etc before making two AWESOME albums.
After several years he's finally coming out (of the closet) with a new album, and it involves SWINTON (as the Fug girls would say).
Red-heads in unconventional relationships unite?
Book nerds of the world unite
So I'm reading 'Drood' by Dan Simmons (who, btw, wrote The Terror, which was cool, scary, horrible and totally awesome all at once-think 'The Ruins' on ice), and to my sheer and utter delight, although it's ostensibly about the last five years of Dickens' life, the book is narrated by Wilkie Collins (!!!).
I think I am probably one of five people in the world excited about this.
The book draws on such facts as the train crash Dickens was in five years before his death, and the fact that poor Wilkie Collins was such a Laudanum addict that he became convinced there was a doppelganger (who can't resist a good doppelganger?) of himself that wrote most of The Moonstone, who he dubbed "Ghost Wilkie".
The book is fictional, but seriously, some seriously strange shit went down in their lives.
Yeah. Not much going on in Massachusetts right now.
Sigh.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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Saturday, February 7, 2009
Another chick flick?
So I just woke up from my jetlagged stupor and I am taking F to go see He's Not that Into You because he has been dying to see it. (He also recently told me that he LOVES Katy Perry's You're Hot and You're Cold song and started singing along (in falsetto, of course) to the radio in the car. Not quite sure when I started dating a teenage girl, but I digress.) Anyways, to get me to agree to see the film, he showed me this, which I have to agree is hilarious and in all likelihood better than the movie. PS it took me a while to recognize Bradley Cooper under that mold on his face.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Return to Western Civ
I start my endless journey back to DC tonight. Can't wait to actually talk with you guys.
Went to the Indian Museum yesterday. Very creepy. All these dark and dingy rooms. It was as if the Victorians started a museum and no one ever updated it. Oh, wait that is probably true. (Actually, I take that back the cultural anthropology exhibit had population figures from as recent as 1961!) Lots of decrepit taxadermy specimens with staring glass eyes. Lizards and snakes in jars of formaldehyde. Beetles and flies on pins. Dusty glass cabinets filled with poorly labeled rocks and bits of fossils. Including a couple of cabinets on the wonders of asbestos and one whole cabinet filled with jars of opium!.
Went to the Indian Museum yesterday. Very creepy. All these dark and dingy rooms. It was as if the Victorians started a museum and no one ever updated it. Oh, wait that is probably true. (Actually, I take that back the cultural anthropology exhibit had population figures from as recent as 1961!) Lots of decrepit taxadermy specimens with staring glass eyes. Lizards and snakes in jars of formaldehyde. Beetles and flies on pins. Dusty glass cabinets filled with poorly labeled rocks and bits of fossils. Including a couple of cabinets on the wonders of asbestos and one whole cabinet filled with jars of opium!.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Irony or karma?
So after several nights of very little sleep (2-4 hrs per night), I took a nap today after I got home from work (since La Mere said she didn't want to go out for her birthday until next week) only later she tried to wake me up and apparently I was a little incoherent, babbling on about russians or somesuch. Not entirely sure, but I think (think) she asked me if I was drunk. Which is ironic since this was one of the few times I was actually sober, just tired and not-quite-awake. Oh dear.
This is pretty hilarious too...
Make sure you scroll all the way down to the last picture. Its the best!!!
http://defamer.com/5145424/presenting-a-handy-one+stop-picture-shop-for-all-your-christian-bale-ranting-needs
http://defamer.com/5145424/presenting-a-handy-one+stop-picture-shop-for-all-your-christian-bale-ranting-needs
Elementary my dears...
Except not. Tried to upload this new pic, but failed, miserably. Here's the link instead.
http://www.usatoday.com/life/movies/news/2009-02-02-downey-oscar_n.htm
Who's excited?
http://www.usatoday.com/life/movies/news/2009-02-02-downey-oscar_n.htm
Who's excited?
This is kind of awesome...
Christian is so crazy! In an awesome kind of way of course. Totally love him as an actor-wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alleyway. But then we already knew that.
Monday, February 2, 2009
From the rooftop of the world
SO I went to Darjeeling this weekend. Absolutely amazing and as you might guess, I have tea and tea cups for all. I was hesitant to go as it takes a billion hrs by train to get there but then 7 yrs in Tibet was on TV and I felt it was a sign I should go see the Himalyas.
I took the narrow gauge steam railway to Darjeeling (another 7 hrs on top of the 14 hrs it took me to get to the initial train station!) but it was terrific to crawl slowly up through the Himalayan foothills. I hung my head out the window like a dog and enjoyed the clear mountain air. Particularly refreshing after so much time in the polluted streets of the city.
Then the next morning I went to Tiger Hill observatory by jeep. As you ascend along the mountain, the vegetation gets shorter, the frost thicker, and Tibetan prayer flags wave over your head. Then all of a sudden the snow capped Himalayas are before you. I absolutely gasped when I saw them. I am truly a Romantic at heart (in a Shelley-Wordsworth, not Byronic sense) and so the wonders of nature do really get to me. I took dozens of unartistic photographs of the peaks. Unfortunately it is foggy in the winter and Everest was obscured though I was able to see Nepal and the highest peak in India.
To return to earth I took a shared jeep. Truly a death defying experience. At numerous points I wished that I had written my final will and testatment as the rickety contraption hurtled down the narrow mountain roads through the dense fog. Bouncing along in the seatbeltless vehicle as we honked our way around corners and narrowly avoided the puja celebrating pedestrians dancing along the Tenzing Norgay Road, I really did think that this was the most foolhardy thing I had ever done. At one point, one of the other passengers (who did appear to be a local inhabitant who had gone to Darjeeling to buy vegetables) stuck her head out the jeep window and started vomiting profusely. None of the other passengers acknowleged this episode and the driver did not slow in the slightest which made me wonder if perhaps this was a common event as the jeeps careen along the winding mountain roads. (Charles, while Darjeeling seems romantic, I would not recommend the trip for you as the motion sickness potential in traveling there is unavoidable.)
I have true Darjeeling tea for all. Do you like stronger or more delicate teas? I got some of each. I went to this excellent tea shop where you get to try all sorts of brews and seasons of tea, just like a winery! Excellent fun. I also got dad this Tibetan mountain hat that will keep him warm and make him look rather like a Communist rebel. Also Tibetan influenced objets pour tout le monde.
I took the narrow gauge steam railway to Darjeeling (another 7 hrs on top of the 14 hrs it took me to get to the initial train station!) but it was terrific to crawl slowly up through the Himalayan foothills. I hung my head out the window like a dog and enjoyed the clear mountain air. Particularly refreshing after so much time in the polluted streets of the city.
Then the next morning I went to Tiger Hill observatory by jeep. As you ascend along the mountain, the vegetation gets shorter, the frost thicker, and Tibetan prayer flags wave over your head. Then all of a sudden the snow capped Himalayas are before you. I absolutely gasped when I saw them. I am truly a Romantic at heart (in a Shelley-Wordsworth, not Byronic sense) and so the wonders of nature do really get to me. I took dozens of unartistic photographs of the peaks. Unfortunately it is foggy in the winter and Everest was obscured though I was able to see Nepal and the highest peak in India.
To return to earth I took a shared jeep. Truly a death defying experience. At numerous points I wished that I had written my final will and testatment as the rickety contraption hurtled down the narrow mountain roads through the dense fog. Bouncing along in the seatbeltless vehicle as we honked our way around corners and narrowly avoided the puja celebrating pedestrians dancing along the Tenzing Norgay Road, I really did think that this was the most foolhardy thing I had ever done. At one point, one of the other passengers (who did appear to be a local inhabitant who had gone to Darjeeling to buy vegetables) stuck her head out the jeep window and started vomiting profusely. None of the other passengers acknowleged this episode and the driver did not slow in the slightest which made me wonder if perhaps this was a common event as the jeeps careen along the winding mountain roads. (Charles, while Darjeeling seems romantic, I would not recommend the trip for you as the motion sickness potential in traveling there is unavoidable.)
I have true Darjeeling tea for all. Do you like stronger or more delicate teas? I got some of each. I went to this excellent tea shop where you get to try all sorts of brews and seasons of tea, just like a winery! Excellent fun. I also got dad this Tibetan mountain hat that will keep him warm and make him look rather like a Communist rebel. Also Tibetan influenced objets pour tout le monde.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
L'anniversaire de notre mere...
Just a reminder, Feb 3rd is our mother's birthday. I'll get a massage for her from Charles, and Rock N' Rolla and perhaps another book and/or DVD from me. Plus I'll take her out for dinner on Tuesday. That'll be fine, right?
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