Monday, November 13, 2006

Gezelligheid

Twee oud jenever, alstublieft!* M and I just got back from our vacation to Amsterdam, which was so beautiful - we had a wonderful time. We stayed in a really cool hotel, the Eden Rembrandt Square, which is in a great location in the canal belt. Every day we went to museums, like the Rijksmuseum, the van Gogh museum, the Stedelijk, the Frans Hals museum in Haarlem, and to famous houses, like Rembrandthuis, and Anne Frank's house and the Willet-Holthuysen house. I've read Anne Frank's diary about 50 times, so it was very exciting to see her house, although also terribly sad. I never realized it was on such a lovely canal street. There is no furniture anymore, so you have to imagine all the beds, which is difficult to do because it's very small. Anne's room is easily recognizable because the walls still have her magazine pictures pasted on.

Our favorite thing to do was to walk along the canals at night, looking at the reflections in the water and peeking into people's windows, which, according to my Frommer's, is not discouraged. We also spent a fair amount of time in pubs, drinking local beer and eating cheese. It's just ridiculously charming there - everyone rides bikes, all the cafes have a cat, when you go to a restaurant or bar, all the tables have candles. Supposedly when the canals ice over in the winter, people ice-skate to work!

Bonus! We come home and the dems have taken back congress and Britney dumped K Fed. That's one small step for man and one big step for mankind.

Here we are doing our best impressions of Dutch genre figures.

* Two old gins, please!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Most people are other people

I read this really depressing quote by Oscar Wilde the other day - on a t-shirt, of all things, for sale somewhere online. To wear it would be some kind of uber-irony, I suppose:
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
I just looked it up, and found this longer bit, although I'm not sure of the citation:
People...go through their lives in a sort of coarse comfort, like petted animals, without ever realizing that they are probably thinking other people's thoughts, living by other people's standards, wearing practically what one may call other people's second-hand clothes, and never being themselves for a single moment. ...Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

For the most part, I think this is true, especially based on my experience with plagiarisers in my classes. I wonder when one becomes afraid of their own ideas?

Someone left a comment on my book blog today, I feel with ill intent. What kind of person goes around reading people's book blogs leaving nasty comments? I suppose I'm mostly shocked that someone I don't know happened upon my blog. Well, thanks a lot, Grandma (if that IS your real name). Thanks for kicking a girl when she's down, which, fyi, is just about all the time now.

I found an awesome poem:
Dove in the Arch by Robert Desnos

Cursed!
be the father of the bride
of the blacksmith who forged the iron for the axe
with which the woodsman hacked down the oak
from which the bed was carved
in which was conceived the great-grandfather
of the man who was driving the carriage
in which your mother met your father.


I feel like drawing it.
Discuss: would Oscar Wilde love or hate blogs?

Boo


Kaya wants to bite you

Kaya vants to suck your blood

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Your Greatest Fear!

This weekend was our annual Halloween Party - M. and I decided to make it a theme party: Your Greatest Fear! And people were supposed to dress as their worst fear, uh, embodied. It lead to a lot of existentialism amongst our nerdiest friends and questions along the line of "isn't that which we fear the most our very selves?" and crap like that. ha. I had, since the inception of the theme, decided to dress as a homeless person, which was much less funny after getting the news that I did not get my dream job like, the day before. Then I was in kind of a bind because I didn't have another costume idea, and dressing as an out-of-work, somewhat highly educated person was less my greatest fear than my uh, reality. For a brief time I thought I would go as a bunny, in a weird homage to Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Anya, but I was afraid no one would get it and it would be stupid. Do you know I showed an episode of Buffy to the class I taught this summer, and no one (NO ONE) had even heard of it. In the end it seemed easier to stick with my original idea than spend the night saying, "No, it's an homage." Anyway, I went as a homeless person after all, and it wasn't too bad. One of the best costumes was by my friend, J., who was a clown; she really terrified people, just by smiling at them. I'm not afraid of clowns, so I just thought she looked cute. D. was a great car salesman.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

My life sucks?

Well, I just got some super disappointing news and I'm thinking about entering a why-me-spiral, starting with not getting accepted into a PhD program at the beginning of the year, pausing at my broken arm and wearing a cast all summer, taking a long look at the craphole that was August, when I was really sick, to September, when my grandpa died, and now October with the aforementioned disappointing news of the employment variety, which is basically that I will never get a decent job, and, oh, yeah, I need to start repaying those student loans.

Another option is to make fun of other people, because putting other people down is how I make myself feel good. Get it? So, let's see... Whoever writes Battlestar Galactica is a total idiot. Mike's been watching that show and I hate it. If I wanted to watch a bunch of insane, violent, hyper-masculine, hypocritical, militaristic assholes make a bunch of stupid decisions, shove their religion down my throat, and run a civilization into the ground, I'd turn on Fox news and watch my own government do it. Also, my cat peed right outside her box. What kind of moron would do that????

Huh. It didn't work.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

my special lady friend

The third season of Veronica Mars if off to a great start. I was kind of afraid it was going to fall into a groove, which I was dreading (tragedy in the season premiere, followed by the break-up of Veronica and Logan), but so far it has neatly defied my expectations, which makes it uh-awesome! Last week, I see that season two's Gia was on the Gilmore Girls - so imagine my surprise when this week, the Gilmore Girls's Logan was on Veronica Mars, and the Gilmore Girls's Logan was playing the brother of Veronica Mars's Logan! It's like their directors were playing poker and lost their actors to each other or something.

I'm only recently becoming hip to the Big Lebowsky references - I don't know why it's taken me a while, because that's like, one of my favorite movies - so last week I just about fell off the couch when they started hitting that kid and yelling, "You're entering a world of pain, Larry!" and tonight, oh, it took me a minute, but then I got it... "Hey, I've got a beverage here"???? Come ON! (imagine Gob saying "come on" - you know what I'm talking about...)

My friend C. paid $30 to meet Kristen Bell this summer. It sounds better when she tells it... sort of. I have a weird, old-lady-crush on Logan. I would have paid him $30 to... kiss me! hahaha! Can you do that?

Tiny, minor complaint: I hate the revamped theme song, it was better fast. Also, does anyone know what happened between Veronica's dad and Wallace's mom? I thought they were dating. By the way, where IS Wallace this season?

Monday, October 23, 2006

Shoes! Glorious, beautiful shoes!

This weekend we saw the long-awaited Marie Antoinette by Sophia Coppola. I spent most of last week internet-stalking the movie and becoming a veritable expert on all things Marie Antoinette. I love cultural insight, so I was thrilled by the scenes that showed the day-to-day activities of being an 18th century queen, like how she had to wait for the women of court to dress her in the morning, how she and the dauphin were put to bed by a crowd of people (including what appeared to be a cardinal) on their wedding night, how they acquired a glass of water at dinner and how, when she gave birth, the room was so crowded with people they could barely open a window after she passed out. Those moments were interspersed with long sequences of listening to music or watching the sun rise - leading some to criticize the movie for being "boring," but really they give the impression of what it might have been like to be bored, despite having all of Versailles at your disposal.

Operating under a post-modern principle that it's quite impossible to accurately represent a time and place you have no real familiarity with, Marie Antoinette rather strives to represent what it might have been like for a bright, extremely young woman who suddenly became the most powerful and wealthy women in France, having to deal with intense pressures and living a fairly isolated life.

Great performances were put in by Kirsten Dunst, Jason Schwartzman (as Louis XVI), Judy Davis (as a Comtesse who guides M.A. through the complexities of French court life), Asia Argento was great as Madame Du Barry (the lover of Louis XV), and humorous performances were put in by Rip Torn (Louis XV) and Shirley Henderson (you'll remember her as Bridget Jones's friend Jude, and Moaning Myrtle in Harry Potter.)


One of my favorite sequences was played out to the tune of "I want candy" - a series of shots alternating delicious looking cakes and petit fours and The. Most. Gorgeous. Shoes I've ever seen in my whole life. (The cakes are Ladurée and the shoes are Manolos.) Presumably it's for scenes like these the film was booed at Cannes and generally disliked by French audiences, where Marie Antoinette remains a controversial figure. Speaking of, I heard a French girl complaining at the end of the movie, "How can you end that movie without a beheading?!?" (Still calling for her head, aren't they?) Frankly I was relieved that the film didn't include the miserable final years of the royal family's lives (not just because I have a no-death-penalty-rule that I employ, and I couldn't quite decide if it might apply in the case of Marie Antoinette), but because the ending, while avoiding the shedding of blood, perhaps even more convincingly implies that the era was over, but also illustrates the grace and bravery with which Marie Antoinette faced the end of her reign.

I'd recommend the film to any fan of Coppola - ooooh, I can't wait to see what her next movie will be!

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Oh, Come ON!

Last night's anxiously awaited tv line-up was a big disappoint. Our friends compaired it to both the night we watched the 2004 elections and the year Crash won Best Picture at the Oscars. Not only did Michael Knight not WIN... not only did he come in FOURTH, but JEFFREY wins? Tattoo Neck? A man who tattooed his NECK? A man who basically cheated and went over budget and insulted a mother and called her fat and also his clothes are really ugly and I hate them? HIM?

What a night. I dressed up like Heidi Klum, by which I mean I wore a blonde wig. And no one knew who I was. I really thought Uli vas going to vin this. Her dresses at Olympus were so fabulous! Listen, I don't care what the guys at Project Rungay have to say, I'm pissed! Oh, puh-lease! (Bitch!): It's about the process and the people in the process. Jeffrey wouldn't have been our pick, but we have no problem with the decision, if for no other reason than it's practically a certainty that all of the final four will be moving to new phases in their careers within the next year. No one knows better than those guys that it's about snarkiness. And no one makes me feel as snarky as Jeffrey. The next phase in Jeffrey's career is crashing a Saturn Sky Roadster.

Here's the general reaction to the winner:


So, after the massive disappointment that was Project Runway, we gleefully switch over to the Daily Show to watch Jon Stewart spank John Ashcroft, but what does he do but just HAND him the interview!?!?

Monday, October 16, 2006

What I did today

Well, it was a pajama day, like the days of yore. Unemployeed moi spends the day in her pajamas - NOT because she has no gumption, mind you, but because she's very, VERY busy! This morning I did a ton of reading on the feminist presence in the blog-o-sphere. Do you know some maniacs call these "boob blogs"? Crazy. I read all about this controversy of one feminist who called this other feminist a like, bad feminist because she "posed" for a picture with Bill Clinton and had the nerve to, you know, stand there looking pretty with her boobs.

The "guilty" party has a great blog: Feministing.

I also read this great article - although living in a pro-choice world is important to me, I wish abortion where not a political issue (and I fear it's probably going to blow up all over the political landscape all over again very soon) - anyway, this writer, Elizabeth Wardle, perfectly expresses the real issues that are (don't get me wrong) more important than abortion.

Also I wrote an article - hopefully soon to be published! I'll keep you posted!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

OMG! I can't wait to see this movie!





I'm SO excited about Marie Antoinette! Sofia Coppola is a great director, and Kirsten Dunst - already a great actor at what? Six years old, back in the Interview with a Vampire days, is getting better and better. Check out the website, it has some nifty information, as well as this glowing review in the NY Times, and these gorgeous pictures!!!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Watch what happens!

Just finished watching PR, and now must spend a whole week in agony, wondering what will happen next! Naturally, I'm inclined to think the worst of Tattoo-Neck Jeffrey, both rude and weak of chin (a definite sign of poor character.) So, Tim leaves us hanging at the end by saying, "blah blah blah UNfortunately..." and then they show Jeffrey crying. I'm sure it's all a smoke screen - probably will go something like, "blah blah blah, UNfortunately poor Jeffrey was unjustly accused blah blah blah" and then he weeps for joy. The reason I think this, of course, is because, as everyone knows, all four of them showed at Olympus Fashion week about a month ago, and the pics are available online for all to see (loyal as I am to Michael, I have to say Uli really rocked it.)

In other news, I think I'm getting sick, the last few days I've felt really tired and scraggly. But, luckily I don't have too much to do in the next few days except lay around and drink orange juice and read. Just got the new Kate Atkinson book in the mail today - I'll be sure to post about it on my book blog soon.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Cab of the beast!

One of my friends has this slightly odd obsessive compulsive thing where she looks for low cab numbers - number one seems to be the Holy Grail, but I think she gets excited about anything under 50. This weekend, we were driving behind this!

Friday, September 29, 2006

Project: Makeover!

This week's Project Runway was a lot of fun, despite the fact that Tattoo Neck did not get kicked off. Caitlin and I wore costumes, which is always a kick, I think. Caitlin did a mean Laura, and I pulled together a last-minute Michael when other plans fell through. Unfortunately, people seemed not to realize that I was Michael, and I when I pointed it out to them, someone said, "Michael Kors?" Hilarious. What do you think?




Oh, yesterday I got my hair cut and colored - I think it looks super-cute. I'll post a pic soon.

In other news, I started a book blog because now that I'm out of school I have a lot more time to read fiction, and also now that I'm out of school I need an outlet to, you know, do some critical writing. Here it is: Well Read.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Romantic weekend in Wisconsin

Last weekend, M and I went to Wisconsin to celebrate our 8th anniversary - because, when you think of romance, you think of Wisconsin. We stayed at a great B&B recommended by DeBrodian Perruque and sweetkealoha. It was awesome, and the kind proprietress served a hell of a breakfast. Another couple was staying there - they were farmers from the area and couldn't imagine what we city folk were doing up there, and kept asking us, "What are you city folk doin' way up here?" and "Do you feel safe leaving your house in Chicago?" and "Is life just real, like they say... fast paced down there?" Oh, yes indeedelee-doo, mister, we walk out the door and it's like Blade Runner mixed with the NYSE.

There was a lovely dog and a cat. During the breakfast, the cat liked to walk over to the dog and punch her right in the nose.

Spent one night in Milwaulkee at the Pfister - it was REALLY nice and the best thing was there was a pool on the 23rd floor and the totally best thing was that the whole time were there we were the only one's who used it. It was so gorgeous, especially when the light changed at night. We pretended like we were Hearsts.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Demographics

There's a new feature on Netflix where you can see what the most popular rentals in your neighborhood are. My current neighborhood is all over the place. It's like, we're gay and sophisticated! No! We like Jimmy Buffett and horror flicks!
1. Expo: Magic of the White City
2. Chicago: City of the Century
3. When a Stranger Calls
4. A Star is Born
5. I am Trying to Break your Heart (it sucked)
6. Days of Heaven
7. Palindromes
8. Seven Up/7 Plus Seven
9. Jimmy Buffett: Live at Wrigley Field
10. Stevie

my old 'hood in SF is interesting:
1. 24 Hours on Craigslist
2. San Francisco (with Clark Gable)
3. The House on Telegraph Hill
4. Sucker Free City
5. Tales of the City
6. Pornography: The Secret History of Civilization
7. The Times of Harvey Milk
8. Burning Man
9. Fidel
10. Queer Duck

Who knew so many people wanted to watch movies about where they live? Although, wouldn't you watch Blue Brothers or Feris Bueller before you watched Jimmy Buffett at Wrigley Field? And here's something hilarious - here's the top 10 current movies from my hometown in Indiana (note: no Hoosiers?):
1. L.A. Confidential
2. Larry the Cable Guy
3. Stephen King's Desperation
4. Blue Collar Comedy Tour
5. Silent Hill
6. Sky High
7. The Shaggy Dog
8. RV
9. The Prince and Me 2: The Royal Wedding
10. Coach Carter

To find this feature, scroll down to the bottom of the Netflix homepage.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Just when I think I'm out...

Today I had a really great day - I took my class over to Millennium Park to look at the sculptures, and they all did a really good job analyzing the work and thinking critically about sculpture. I'd pretty much made up my mind not to teach again for the next semester, but now I think I might, because they were so great today.

THEN, when I was riding home on the train - I did something I've been dying to do ever since I read an article about it a long time ago. It's called "jacking in", and what you do is ya take the jack out of your mp3 player, and you expose (sounds dirty, doesn't it?) the hole to someone else with an mp3 player, and then you kind of raise your eyebrows at them, and then they take their ear jack and plug it in to your player and then you plug your thingy into their mp3 player, then you listen to their music for a minute and they listen to yours, and then you switch back. OMG! It was so awesome! So, there's this pink-haired guy sitting next to me, and it took me all through Nina Simone's Feeling Good to do it, but then at Jose Gonzales I got up the nerve, and I ... exposed my hole... and then... (gee, this sounds so dirty) he put his jack in it... and then we smiled at each other... and then we switched back. He was listening to Johnny Cash. Then he said, "What is that, an ipod?" and I said, "no, it's just a regular mp3 player" and then he said, "It's a pinkpod." Take THAT, urban isolation!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

8 Years, baby!

Mike and I celebrate our 8th anniversary today - can you believe it? Ah, seven good years... (that first one was a doozie.)


Last week was a rough one, my grandpa passed away on Friday morning - luckily I got to see him and say goodbye - I don't really want to get into it on my blog, but he was a great man, and I loved him very much. I'm still grappling with the idea that I'll never have a conversation with him again, but I have some great memories, and I'll always have those.

Well, and just like that, it's winter in Chicago. I wonder how cold it has to get before the landlord turns on the heat?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

short romance

Well, it turns out that John Mayer and Jessica Simpson are NOT dating, at least according to various sources. JS herself claimed (on the View, I think) that it was all fabricated by the tabs, but the tabs say she started it, and some (US Weekly, maybe?) reports that John broke up with her when she started exploiting their "relationship." Anywho, that's my celeb (non)story of the day. Except to say that Britney Spears had her 2nd child today!

In other news, went to a friend's family "cottage" over the weekend for some blue-blood fun - swimming, boating, tennis-playing! We had a FABULOUS time, as you can see from the pics below.

Here we all are taking a swim - note the REGATTA behind us!


Here Mike's taking a turn driving the speed boat. I wanted him to learn, just in case we have the means to, you know, buy a summer cottage and boat of our own one day. Ah, to dream!

Friday, September 01, 2006

John is the new Kate


Have I been living under a rock? It's just come to my attention that John Mayer is dating Jessica Simpson. When did that happen? If you ask me, he's got that scared look in his eye we used to see in Katie Holmes back when she left the house. Do you think John Mayer holds Jessica Simpson's inflatable boobs in his hands and thinks her body is a wonderland? Why can't John Mayer conform and date a cool indie chick like Winona Ryder or even Scarlett Johansson? Now all of his songs are ruined.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Dear Kelly

Copy this and put it in the comments section. Fill in the blanks.


I _____ you. You have a nice _____. You make me ____. You

should _______. Someday I will _____. You + me = ______.

We should __________. If I saw you now I'd _______. I would

build a _______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it

would be _________. If I could I'd give you ___________. We

could __________ under the stars.


Love,
_______________

(P.S. ______________.)

Bad Books/Good TV




I've been having trouble finding a good book lately. The following books had pretty good first chapters but turned me off by chapter two. I might come back to The Queen's Fool when I'm on vacation or something. Funny in Farsi has some interesting cultural details, which I usually enjoy, but I don't like her writing style. It's written like, well... a blog.




I picked up Our Gang because I've recently discovered Philip Roth... the first chapter is really funny, and also eerily prescient re: today's administration (it's about double-speak and political manipulation during the Nixon years), but the joke gets old after about 100 pages.


This book Deafening is going nowhere, but I just read the summary at Powells and it looks like something might happen eventually. I don't know... it's well written, but it's boring. I picked up a copy of Middlemarch the other day so I think that's what I'll hit next. I did really enjoy Silas Marner.

Just finished watching season 2 of Veronica Mars - it wasn't as great as season 1, but it was quite enjoyable. The whole high school thing has really sunk into my brain because the last few nights I've been having these high school dreams - like in one, Mike was my boyfriend and he broke up with me, and it was this whole thing, you know. In one of the last episodes they played this great song called I Hear the Bells by Mike Doughty which I put on my MySpace page (notice my clever rouse to lure you to my page?) I've been listening to that over and over again and fantasizing about being kissed by Logan Echolls. Is that pervy?

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Isn't it romantic?

As much as I love walks in the rain, I don't appreciate them after a long day, in heels, with my finest leather bag and a thin silk shirt. I came home to what I can only assume is my mold-infested apartment because when I took of my wet clothes my skin got all itchy again. I've been living the high life, or rather, I should say, the sleepy life, doped up on Benadryl.

I don't know how this happened, but I've gotten a little addicted to MySpace lately. So much that a friend came over the other day, and all we did was muck about on it. I looked up people who went to my high school, which was a kind of depressing but also hilarious, because a large majority of the headlines had to do with Nascar or Jesus. One girl wrote, "Celebrities walk on red carpet because they're famous, I walk on toilet paper cuz I'm the shit!!!" Did find a good friend from the old theater days, so that was nice. I thought it would be amusing if I tried to get a lot of famous people to be on my friend space. Notable additions today include Barack Obama and George Clinton. This can't go on.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Fashion Bitch Slap*

Oh. My. God. So many things were revealed on Project Runway last night. First of all, Kayne used to weight like 350 pounds. Also, Laura's pregnant. With like, her SIXTH kid. Which can only mean she is absolutely certifiably crazy. I mean, no one has that many kids these days. Also, whatshisname? Tattoo Neck? He used to be a junkie and lived on the street. I guess that's not such a huge revelation... The Mom/Sister challenge was totally awesome, although I could have done with a little less of the I-simply-don't-know-how-to-make-fashion-for-a-plus-sized-woman histrionics. So, it's auf wiedersehen, Robert - anyway, everything you've made except for that first dress has been an total snore. Anyway, for once I liked what Vincent made, although I don't think he really deserved to win. I really liked Uli's design.

These pics are from last week, when some of us dressed in the style of one of the designers. D is doing a very decent Tattoo Neck, and C looks great in a spot on imitation of Bradley's "Cher." My fave has got to be Mike's "Vincent hat."





* "Fashion bitch slap" is how Tim G. refers, on his podcast, to Tattoo Neck's design for Angela's mom.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

MySpace

I just spent more time than I'd like to admit working on a MySpace page. So, uh, you should MySpace me, or whatever. I only have 1 friend, and I don't even know who he is.
my MySpace space.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Keep your hands off my ovaries!

Ugh, I just read a couple of gross articles. The first one was about Rabbi Shmuley (whose show I admit I have enjoyed but now boycott FOREVER!) in which he writes that a woman should not breastfeed her child in front of its father because it "de-eroticizes" the breast, which, you know, is apparently just there to scintillate the dude. Furthermore, he says, men shouldn't observe the birth itself from Down There, because then the vagina will be reduced to a "mere birth canal" rather than, you know, the greatest place on earth for his penis to hang out. Listen here, Rabbi Shmuley (if that IS your real name!) women's bodies aren't put on earth to provide a 24 hour fantasy for you. You can take your objectification and shove it up your functional body parts!

Then, I found this creepy business about a Father Daughter Purity Ball. "What we wanted to do was create an event where they could walk into everything that their femininity is about, their beauty, their dress, their makeup and give them a place to dwell on all of that," says one of the Focus on the Family organizers - you know, all those external things, like make-up, that are so important to the self-esteem of 10 year olds! I could easily spend the rest of the day complaining about how disgusting and ineffectual these father/daughter pledges are, and I certainly wouldn't be the only one, but I will point out this hilarious article on the 13% failure rate of an abstinence-only program in a high school in Ohio. That's 65 out of 490 students who ended up preggers because of our country's national standard of "sex ed." It doesn't mention how many ended up with STDs, but I'm pretty damn sure it's higher than 13% if the only mention of condoms had to do with their failure rate.



In other depressing news, Alison got the "auf" last night on PR, and Heidi referred to the model as a "fat Minny Mouse" and Tim Gunn called her a plus-sized model. Yeah, what an effing cow. The dress, by the way, is for sale on Bravo, and here's how it's described: This is the exact design from the Project Runway show tailored to fit the model, sized 0 to 2 and anywhere from 5'10" to 6'2".

Monday, August 14, 2006

High and low brow

I had a great weekend - M. and I saw Talladega Nights, which was hilarious. Will Farrell and the rest of the cast committed to their fairly ridiculous characters. Sacha Baron Chohen (Ali G) was awesome as the gay, French, Nascar driver (who else could strike more fear into the heart of a red-stater?). I didn't even realize it was him at first, the guy just disappears into his characters. Speaking of, I can't wait until his Borat movie comes out, although, as I was discussing with friends over brunch this weekend, that guy is seriously going to get killed for his act one day.

I've got a little Nascar humor of my own. The last time I was at my parent's house, my dad was pretty stirred up because he was going to a Nascar race. It was about a 100 degrees outside, and we had the following conversation:

Me: I can't believe you're going to go sit in this heat and watch cars go around and around.
DAD: Oh, don't sit. Mostly stand through the whole thing.
ME: What?!?
DAD: Sit, you end up looking at somebody's butt.
MOM: Butt CRACK.

Just finished The History of Love - it was a very good book, but it's no Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Krauss has got a great po-mo writing style, but, frankly I was a little confused about the narrative voice more than once. I think I'm going to flip back through it and see if I can't make more sense of it. This confusion is mostly my fault, I guess - I've been reading it when I'm really tired, right before I go to bed.

In other news, my sister and brother-in-law have officially announced that they're pregnant, so of course we're all very excited about that. Aforementioned sports-nut grandfather-to-be has made more than one disturbing reference to various ball throwing/catching that lies ahead.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Tim at Home

Surprising events unfolded on Project Runway the last few weeks - I've been having a good time enjoying the show with friends - last night M. and I dressed in the style of two designers - M. wore a fetching basket on his head a la Vincent, and I made a bubble skirt with a couple of crocheted-grandma-flowers on. Our guests underwhelmed us, in terms of costumes, but I'm sure next week they'll make it work. So, I'm listening to Tim Gunn's podcast right now and I've picked up two essential pieces of information. 1. He has a super and 2. He lives in an apartment. Also, I learned from some obsessive websearching, that he doesn't have a car (specifically, a Saturn Roadster.) Ah yes, this adds neatly up to the little fantasy I have of what Tim Gunn's home life is like - living, I imagine, in a chic Manhattan apartment overlooking the park. And Tim goes home and he announces, "Andre! I'm home!" and then they go out for a nice dinner. Or they order in. Anyway, it's all very sophisticated.

Monday, August 07, 2006

books, parties

I've just returned from a nice long weekend to visit my parents in Indiana. My grandma threw a big party in the Senior Center, which, truthfully, I thought would be awful, but we had a really good time. She hired an old-timey band and invited all of her old-timey friends and they danced all night. I did a Virginia Reel with my grandma, and something called The Butterfly, and had a generally great time. Although someone in the parking lot had an anti-abortion bumber sticker on their car, and I was vaguelly haunted by the fact that I could have been dancing with an anti-abortionist. (I tore off a little chunk of the sticker.)





I've been reading some great books recently - right now I'm finishing up Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?, which was recommended to me by my friend LIz years ago, and I've only gotten around to reading now. It's terrific. And I read Kiffe, Kiffe Tomorrow, which apparently is all the rage in Paris. It's about a muslim girl who lives in those slums outside the city. Very interesting. Funny. Also I read The Bright Forever, which was not great... really rather dirivitive of The Lovely Bones, but he did capture Indiana summers very well. I tried to read A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch, but I have to admit I found it very boring, and I ended up skimming until the end, which was disappointing. Yes, yes, before you remind me that I might have missed the subtle denouement, I do understand that boredom was a part of the theme.

In other news, my good friend Kathy got us all hooked on Apples to Apples, which I entend to summarily hook my Chicago crew on.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

what was that?


I just finished reading Goodbye, Columbus, by Philip Roth. It was excellent, and now I want to read everything he's ever written. It's like I've discovered the JD Salinger I've been searching for all my life.

This morning something gross happened. I saw a dead mouse fetus on the steps of the El. At least, I think it was a mouse fetus. It looked like a tiny, hairless, dead mouse. But later, I started thinking that actually it was probably too BIG to be a baby dead mouse, and maybe it was... something else. I hate to THINK what else it might have been. So, anyway, it was really gross and sad. You know, how did it GET there? Halfway up the steps to the El platform, I'm telling you.

In other news, I got a teaching job at a small college downtown! It's just one class, and not a big deal, but I'm excited about it. Now when people ask me what I do, instead of saying, "Uh, I sit at home, crying over Baby Story and eating whole things of Red Vines," I can say, "I teach at a college." BooYA!

Monday, July 24, 2006

Eek! I'm 32!

This weekend was my birthday, and I had a great time. Some friends joined us for a Redmoon Theatre production in Millenium Park, which, actually, wasn't as great as I was hoping it would be, but it was fun sitting in the sun. Later we came back to our house for cocktails and eventually went out to dinner. Also I got an interview, so with any luck, I might soon be minimally employed. I've also got my fingers crossed for another job that's opening up at the Art Institute. So, I'm trying to keep my hopes up that after longer than I care to admit, I will re-enter the working world.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Malan!

Well, I just can't believe my fave contestant on Project Runway, Malan, the Tim Curry look-alike, is OUT. Even if his dress did literally look like poo, Angela or Vincent really should have got the boot. Now how am I going to figure out how he got that fake Eurotrash accent? It was a real heartbreak for me; I was really rooting for him. Actually, I'm listening to Tim Gunn's podcast right now, and it seems clear that Vincent should have got the auf wiedersehen.

The clothes from the show are being auctioned off. Looks like you can snag a size 0 dress for about $300 - which is either a good or a terrible price, considering rumors that the clothes are stapled, glued and taped together.




I don't need the worst website of all time, My Heritage, to tell me these two look alike.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Ooooooo - I'm telling!

Well, Jesus Fucking Christ, our president said "shit" - can you believe it's made international news? (The BBC rather charmingly said he used an "ex-pleetive") What I found most crass about the whole situation is how he casually buttered a piece of bread and spoke to Tony Blair with his mouth full. It pretty ironic that Bush depends on this ultra-conservative crew he's created, and now they're all freaking out because he said a bad word. Maybe they'll get "fuck-you" Dick Cheney to wash his mouth out with soap.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Other people are gorgeous




Other people are gorgeous, or, as I heard Michael Kors say on Project Runway last night: gorge. So, you know what I just did? I thought maybe the whole My Heritage debacle below was a fluck, and whatever picture you put in, you get a bunch of weird results - but I put in my friend's baby, and it says she looks like Eva Herzigova, Norah Jones, Zhang Ziyi, Uma Thurman, Johnny Depp and Marilyn Monroe. And she totally does!

Oh, you wanna see something freaky? Check out M/Peter Sellers!