Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
So, Perez Hilton rocks more than Paris, Houston (my destination on a red-eye flight tonight) rocks more than San Francisco (I doubt that), but not as much as Venice, my destination next week. And Kafka rocks more than Kundera but only slightly more than Vonnegut, and the thing has never heard of Shteyngart, which I think is a shame (I haven't read him, so I'm just basing it off the hype) but not surprising I suppose. And don't ask me why I thought of Minnie Mouse. I was trying to think of a celebrity. Coming from someone who reads about 4 celebrity blogs a day, you'd think I could think of someone who wasn't animated, but you can see it took me a few more tries to get there.
Surprise winners in this search include the Olsen Twins and tequila. And me.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
So I did. Today at 3:05 I rolled up to the Los Altos clinic, 10 minutes early for my appointment, and checked in. At 3:23, I left. Approximately 5 minutes were spent waiting for the nurse to call me, 7 minutes to have her check my temperature and blood pressure, 1 minute waiting for the doctor, 4 minutes having him type up my symptoms in the computer, and 1 minute me trying to explain my paranoia because I was too embarrassed to let him think that I actually thought I had a brain tumor.
Needless to say, I don't.
On the way back to work, I went by Starbucks and got a latte (decaf, non-fat because I am trying to avoid anxiety) because I figured I needed a treat after all of my stressing out.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I found out for certain tonight that I am 9 years younger than the next youngest person in the class. I felt really young. I went into the class the first day thinking that I, with my superior English major background, would feel completely at ease. But it turns out that this was a different kind of class, and one that I both liked better and was more out of place in. There was a vast collection of experiences in this class, a wide variety of personalities and life histories. Every day someone told a story that I couldn't have imagined. Tonight, there was this outpouring of emotion, gratitude for this class. And I felt really humbled and silly - like I didn't really have that much to say. I wanted to, but my experiences are dwarfed by theirs.
Leaving class tonight, I felt like I wanted to be, in some way, shape or form, a little bit of everyone there. I wanted to take their wisdom and commitment and uniqueness and make something of it. I wanted to be An Adult. I feel that way a lot. I think sometimes by living like I am in a city, buying food at Whole Foods like it's a farmer's market or something local and independent, and going to bars at night and brunch at noon, that I am closer to being an adult. And then I go home from my class with a free half-bottle of champagne that was leftover from our last night potluck, and I open it and had I not been holding on to the cork with my hand it would have hit me squarely in the eye. And I think to myself, I guess the only thing I can do is give myself time.
And register for another continuing studies class. They are so worth the money.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
It was Penn, though, who had first approached Nair. He’s a big reader (and Lahiri fan) who guest-lectures at colleges on “media, race, and representation.” The University of Pennsylvania has even asked him to teach two classes next fall, one on Asian-Americans in pop culture and the other on the history of teen movies (“It’s more academic than you’d think”). He was trying to buy the rights to produce The Namesake with his Kumar co-star John Cho when he found out Nair was already directing it. So he sent her a letter—“a lovely letter,” Nair recalls, “full of very seductive things to a director. He said he was an actor because of me, because when he was in eighth grade he saw Mississippi Masala in a New Jersey mall and thought that people onscreen could look like him.” Nair had cast the role, but Penn flew out on his own dime to audition anyway.
Yeah, that basically sums it up. I think Becca and I are going to see the Namesake this weekend. Yippee!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
(The subject to this entry is intended to absolve me from any comments from people accusing me of ignorance about the politics of health care or insurance. But so far all the arguments for universal health care make lots of sense to me, and the arguments against sound like economic babble.)
But tourists do come — especially the Japanese.
It features medieval and erotic ice sculptures, popular with tourists, particularly the Japanese.
Like the Japanese are not the most famous tourists anyway (besides annoying American ones).
Then periodically it descends into weird pseudo-racist infantilization of said tourists, like here:
“We taught them how to make s'mores last year, over the campfire. They loved that. I saw them the next morning with chocolate and marshmallow dripped all down their jackets, because they were trying to eat them while looking up.”
But what is more intriguing is:
Debbie Eberhardt, the proprietor of A Taste of Alaska Lodge, a few miles north of town, called the rumors about Japanese fertility beliefs “a crock” and said, “The Japanese come to Fairbanks in the winter because they love the extreme cold, not to make babies.
“They do things like throw boiling water in the air and watch it freeze like marbles before it hits the ground. They blow soap bubbles, which freeze solid and roll around on the ground like Christmas ornaments. They put bananas outside to freeze and then use them as hammers to pound nails into two-by-fours.”Ok, that sounds awesome. Seriously.
But overall the article rambles from tourist information to talking about Japanese beliefs about conceiving babies under Northern Lights to talking about random other crap. Still. Thought it was sort of worth posting.
...According to a complaint filed with the FCC, the [Prince Superbowl Halftime show] had an unspeakably horriffic effect on one child in particular:
It was obscene to show Prince, a HOMOSEXUAL person through a sheet, as to show his siluette [sic] while his guitar showed a very phalic [sic] symbol coming from his below-midriff section. I am very offended and I would preffer [sic] not to have showed it to my 4 children who love football. One of them has hoped to be a quarterback and now he will turn out gay. I am actually considering to check him for HIV. Thanks CBS for turning my son GAY.How I love you, Best Week Ever.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
The pictures are awesome... I love all the tiny details that make it feel like a real office, right down to Meredith's drawer of booze (my boss has booze buried around the office as well, although unlike Meredith, she doesn't seem to drink it here. In fact, I can't figure out why it's here at all).
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
(from BoingBoing, where else. I sometimes ask myself why I read such a damn nerdy website and it's for things like this, which appear maybe once a week, but which I just appreciate so much.)
Monday, March 05, 2007
And, she did. Excellent. Times like these, it's good to have media-obsessed allies in the industry.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
All this just goes to show that public restrooms are rather useful and necessary in London town, but would be more helpful if they had reasonable prices and doors that shut.
Anyway, I realize I'm only buying into the media machine of MTV reality shows and their "stars," but honestly... it's just too absurd, I'm convinced it's all deeply symbolic or at the very least indicative of the state of modern society. The celebrity spectacle and all, and how it's all so incestuous... and self perpetuating... and I am stopping... NOW.
P.S. I lied. Because how entertaining is this?