Monday, February 28, 2005

Searching with Snoop

I always enjoyed changing the language preference on Google to Elmer Fudd or Swedish Chef, but someone else has fixed it so that your Google results come back Snoopified. Sorry to be messing with the lexicon. :)

Enjoy: Gizoogle

via boingboing

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Speaking of most eligible singles...

I stumbled across this website for Hannidate - the matchmaking corner of Sean Hannity's website. I don't listen to his program, but I think I've got the gist of it. I'm sure my dad is a fan. Ugh. Someone observed of these would-be Hannidaters on metafilter.com that "most of them protected the sanctity of marriage by divorcing."

Excerpts which freaked me out:

I'm looking for a very pretty, thin, petite woman with young/younger children. I don't know this just has me thinking pedophile.

"I believe that there is nothing that can be said that Billy Joel hasn’t put in a song."
Damn, too bad I'm already married because this guy lives in NYC!

"I live in a state where they just keep counting and re-counting the votes for Governor until they (meaning the Democrats) finally win by a squeaker that includes dead people voting, more votes than voters, etc. etc." Let me guess, she has lots of friends who are democrats though, right?

"Although I still love my ex wife, there is nothing I can do to get her back, so I have to find someone who will make me forget about my ex..." Who wants to be the lucky lady to get compared to this guy's ex?

"I'm clearly a compassionate conservative, Christian. I donated my kidney to my cousin 7 months ago. This should tell you LOTS about me. I worked about 20 hours on W's campaign in OHIO, but my biggest contribution was 2 years of daily praying. God won this election.... make no mistake about it." La-di-da. I bet he has been trying to get chicks with that I'm so compassionate I gave away a kidney schtick from day one.

"I believe in God, I pray, and I'm a devoted NASCAR fan. I'm even a loyal Bon Jovi fan, even though Jon Bon Jovi's political beliefs are different from my own." Awesome.

And in the category of gee I hope you find someone nice who can turn you around...

"Would like very much someone who can be "monogamous" . . . . And, someone who will take me to Ruth Chris Steak House!" This one just makes me feel kind of sad. You shouldn't have to put monogamous in quotes, and why not ask forcefully for someone who WILL be monogamous, not just someone who CAN be. And you should be able to take yourself to the damn steak house! Geez, i would take you to the steak house and try to slap some self-esteem into you.

"I don’t drink alcohol or smoke, however, I do love to get high on life." Oh Barrett! This picture is just adorable somehow. You are wearing a Barrett nametag and holding a sign that says Barrett. Is this at Disneyworld? And you didn't say anything hateful about liberals.

Friday, February 25, 2005

mini-reviews of movies I saw this week

This past week I saw 6 movies on DVD. Everything came in to the library at once from our hold list - and you only get to keep things checked out for a week. So these are the six movies I saw in order of enjoyability.

1. Dodgeball - I don't care if it was less good than I hoped, it was still funny as hell and that's what I was in the mood for. I especially liked the part where they say that something is genetic, like necrophilia. And I'm still occasionally laughing thinking about "the ocho".

2. Ray - If this list were about quality films, of course this one would be at the top. Great movie. And I could absolutely see Jamie Foxx winning Best Actor. Especially with Paul Giamatti getting snubbed. The women in this movie also gave amazing performances - especially Regina King who I will always think of as Brenda from 227.

3. King Arthur (tie) - Clive Owen and Horatio Hornblower (I mean Ioan Gruffud who played Lancelot) that was a good start. But I was actually left wanting to see more of Keira Knightley in her leather bikini outfit. Not very practical for the battlefield, but fun to watch.

3. The Village (tie) - Yah, some blogger spoiled the secret for me of this one, but I think I would have figured it out anyway. Isaac did. It was enjoyable, but too bad that they didn't show Joaquin's face for so long, did he like go on strike for part of the film? I don't get it.

5. Cellular - getting to movies so bad they weren't even enjoyable. At least it was free.

6. The Forgotten - Just seemed kind of poorly thought out and lots of holes in the plot. Also had kind of a weird super-mom vibe that seems very "motherhood up on a pedastal" in a way that makes me wary. And not very suspenseful, which is weird.

one last thing

I couldn't help but try to remember what those guys' names were. And lo and behold I googled one of the names on the reunion RSVP list and found this:

Most Eligible Singles

I don't know why I think that's so funny. There's a picture of him speed dating on another page.

Should i care?

Geez, I know this reveals my computer stupidity but i didn't realize this blog would look so funny in other browsers. I have to use Netscape mostly at work because Gmail didn't work with anything else on this computer for a while. But I see now that my posting those pictures is interfering with the sidebar or something? Either overlapping it or pushing it down the page? I'm not sure how to fix that other than by shrinking the pictures. It's not like people couldn't see the bigger ones by clicking on them anyway, and maybe it would be friendlier to the non-broadband people to have smaller pictures anyway. Maybe I will try that.

I haven't progressed beyond the rudiments of HTML which I learned about 8 years ago. Before that I learned to program (barely) in PASCAL for my AP computer science class in HS. Actually I learned it just fine for the purposes of the exam, but I don't seem to remember us doing anything all that exciting. Maybe we learned how to write a program that could draw a line or count the number of letters in a word or something. I hope that my class was the last year they used that language.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Random Reunion Flashback

How long can I stay on the topic of trying to get picked up before it gets old?

Well, just one more post. This is actually a continuation of an old post too. Totally running out of new material. Remember my high school reunion ? Well, I guess I didn't actually tell this story from the reunion. Just after last call, my friend (and designated driver) Saskia and I wandering toward our stuff together. And I had to get a couple of pictures for a friend of some of the more disgusting specimens of our HS class. You know, that guy who your friend who couldn't come to the reunion had a misguided crush on, and he turned out to look like a big fat marshmallow, and you HAVE to take a picture without him seeing you take the picture because you don't want to talk to the loser, or you and she will never forgive you. THAT picture.

But on our way to take THAT picture, we were stopped by these two guys who looked familiar but damned if i remember who they are, even now. I guess i should look them up in my yearbook or something. I can't remember what line was given to initiate conversation. But they did not want to go home alone I guess and got desperate at the end of the party. The one on the left grabbed my hand, and I only understood in the car on the way home that he was turning it over to look for my wedding ring. Eww. But I guess he was in a hurry and had to find out my status quickly so they could move on to the next available female warm body. Anyway, here is a picture of them that I took right after the hand-grabbing. Boy they must have been desperate...

theydidntwanttogohomealone

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

My fun weekend.

So my sister Katie and her boyfriend Russell came up to visit this weekend, and we had a great time with them. Actually mostly me and Katie had a good time hanging out together and the guys did their own things. Poor Isaac wasn't around much because he had some previous musical commitments. And Russell had a couple of college friends to see. We all had breakfast together on Sunday morning at least.

The night they arrived I went out with them for the best Chinese food outside of China. This is according to our friend Nick who has been living in China for the past two years. Anyway, I can say for sure that this is the best Chinese food I've ever had. I probably mentioned this place before.

Then Katie and I ditched Russell and his friends to go up to my friend Brian's party. You remember Brian, the risotto maker? He also throws really great parties and we had so much fun. The only evidence I have is of me, Katie and Isaac though.

This is a typical Isaac picture and here is my sister Katie! She's much taller than I am.

party pictures

Then I took some picture of the back of some people's heads. I am still getting the hang of this camera thing. Brian's roommate Will observed me trying to take this picture after a couple of G&T's and I put the thing right up to my eye. He reminded me that that's not really necessary. Rightio...

But I don't look too drunk do I? Please keep in mind that I have been having a bad hair year when you look at any of these pictures. Katie had a thing for the zoom.

party pictures

Sunday we had breakfast at home (special bagels treat yum) and Katie and I got ditched by Russell (sort of) as he went to go meet the college friends and we went straight to Central Park. Well, almost straight to CP since I just had to show her one of the many doggy boutiques in my neighborhood first. Puppy outfits galore. Then we got to CP and it was MOBBED. I thought it would be crowded, but I had never seen so many people there. Wow. Here's a picture of me on one of the mobbed paths.

in the park

We had a lot of fun wandering around for about 45 minutes, and then we were cold and felt pretty much done. But here are a couple more pictures.

in the park

in the park

That's Katie's "work hat". I think she lost her nice one.

Monday, February 21, 2005

The accidential flirter

So actually this is one of the weirdest things that happened to me for a while. My labmates and I had to walk about 10 blocks to a seminar series a couple weeks ago, and we were a little late. We all pile into the room, where they started the seminars on time for once, and I have to squeeze past a whole row of people to get a seat, and I bonked this guy on the head with my backpack which I carry like it's a purse because I'm a dumbass and I would lose a purse.

So after the head-bonking I make eye contact and mouth a very sincere apology, and I see the guy actually do a double-take when he turned to look at me, and I thought maybe I really hurt his head, and so I smile beseechingly and apologize even more sincerely in a way that a lip-reader could not mistake.

After the seminars were done, we all get into a line for free sandwiches and wine (YES!) and this lady comes and tells us to curve the line around so we don't block the exit. The guy I hit on the head doesn't hear her, and even though there are like 15 people already in line, he starts a new line going the wrong way. So I tried to tell him about the line situation, and then I feel guilty because I did hit him on the head, and so I say, well, the line is supposed to go over there, but you can go ahead of me since I did hit you on the head earlier. And I realize I made a big mistake and all of this has been flirting apparently, because he gets this look on his face like he's definitely getting laid tonight, and says in now-I'm-turning-on-the-charm kind of way, well, I'll just stand here by you then. My face instantly turns bright bright RED I can feel, and I'm literally speechless at my own stupidity. So then it's all, where are you from, and what do you do, etc? And I'm just trying to get through the conversation without getting any redder (not that that was physically possible) and through the line to get my free food and booze. I can't leave without the free food and booze. Mercifully by the time we got through the line I was able to get a single seat near my coworkers and there was a hottish blonde sitting at the table already. Even more fortunately the hot blonde picked on the accent of the head-bonkee (Dutch) and they started speaking Dutch together and I was totally off the hook.

I guess I can't even describe why this whole experience was so disturbing - mostly because it was a completely unfamiliar situation. I am just not ever in the situation of being thought "available" and so no one talks to me like that. And the guy had nothing to do with it really - it's not that he was disgusting, or particularly attractive to me either that I should get so very flustered. Anyway, I suppose I learned a lesson that perspective is important and not everyone knows what my version of apologetically friendly is, and apparently it is more of a come hither move than I thought. Or this guy was a horndog who would jump on anything that gave him the time of day. Oh, that was totally it. I hope he went home with the hot blonde.

seriously pathetic

I actually had a nightmare last night that I was at an all-you-can-eat event and I could only get two tortillas to eat. What hell.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

a very special gilmore girls moment

In a more or less shameless attempt to engage the GG watching segment of my paltry readership, I thought I'd tell you about the movie I saw last night.

We went to see Bride and Prejudice, the new movie from the director of Bend It Like Beckham. It's the Pride and Prejudice story remade into a musical, Bollywood style. But in English. Well, if you know anything about me, you know that this is something I would have to see. Two ordinarily separate interests of mine, finally merged! Of course, it had to be something of a disappointment, no matter how low I tried to keep my expectations.

The music wasn't as good as it should have been, but actually a lot of other things were really done well. The Mr. Collins character was hilarious, and they kept the Lydia episode a little more lighthearted. The guy playing Darcy was better than expected, I thought he would really suck. But the part that I thought I would immediately have to blog about was when Darcy's sister Georgina came out because it was none other than Rory Gilmore. It wasn't a very big part, but then again, she had to do the role of Georgina and of Colonel Fitzwilliam due to some character condensation. Kitty got deleted completely.

So is Rory transitioning to more adult roles? She was still kind of college age here I guess, but she did have a glass of champagne in one scene. I only saw the show a few times a few years ago. Anyway, she looked almost grown up...

Anyway, that movie mostly made me want to watch some really good actual Bollywood song and dance numbers, and see the real Pride and Prejudice, but I sure respect Gurinder Chadha for trying to mesh the two. But Bend it like Beckham was better, sorry to say...

Guess who got a Belated Valentine's Day Present...

I did! I don't think I've ever gotten a valentine's day present from isaac, beyond some pieces of chocolate, but this year he went all out! Raising the bar a little high actually maybe for future years...

I got a digital camera! Neither of us has ever had one, and it's very exciting. Of course, we don't have anything to take pictures of really, so all that is on the camera so far is a series of isaac just standing there, and another series of me eating green beans. We are exciting people, what can I say.



But soon we will have more people to take pictures of because my sister and her boyfriend will be arriving! They are driving up from Maryland, and are both quite photogenic. She wants to see the Christo project in Central Park so we will probably walk over there. Lots of things to take pictures of in central park!

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

so boring i'm boring myself

I can't think of anything to post but a boring personal account of my trip to Cleveland. We stayed with my brother-in-law and SIL and baby Adriana, who was completely adorable of course. She was so engaged with her surroundings even at 4 weeks old, and she let me and Isaac hold her with hardly any fussing. She hasn't quite got the head holding up thing down yet, but she's getting there. What a sweetheart, and only woke us up once in the middle of the night. They are all on a little bit of a strange schedule, but BIL and SIL were night owls to begin with.

We came back from the trip feeling like we needed a real break. My brother Rich flew out to Cleveland to meet us (his first trip on a plane!) and I'm so glad he did because we needed a lot of help sorting stuff in that house, and moving furniture to the Uhaul to take to give away, etc. The amount of stuff in the house was about 100x worse than I expected. BIL and SIL had been living there before buying their own place last fall, and we thought they had removed all their stuff, but of course, not exactly...so we had to take the uhaul to their place too with a load of stuff. The worse-than-furniture part was that there are books and knick-knacks everyplace. And then there were all these slides from trips that grandma and grandpa took in the 50's, and of course you can't throw them out immediately, but who is going to look through 3 big boxes of slide carousels. There must have been 2000 slides.

It made me want to throw away most of my possessions and I really don't have that much stuff. So that was just the first trip of a few that we will have to make. Hopefully we will be able to get the house on the market by late spring. Ugh. I think it's funny that Isaac is in charge of this house-selling project when neither of us has ANY real estate experience. In fact, we've been students for so long that we've never even had to arrange to rent our own apartments. It was always through school or work. Because our work is really postdoctoral training, we get subsidized housing from our employer. So if anyone has any home-selling tips please pass them along. How much should you try to fix a place up before you sell it, etc. We have a dummies book, and I just ordered the complete idiot's guide from the library. Hopefully that will help us here in the dumbass city-living demographic.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Breathe....

I'm in total blog withdrawal and no end in sight. I had a deadline today and have been burning the candle at both ends to get it done. Last night I was up until 4:30 and I was back in around 9:30. I know I'm whining. But I miss my bloggy friends so much. I have been reading, but not commenting (for shame!)

And I'm leaving in 30 minutes for the airport to get to Cleveland where we will try to clean up Isaac's grandma's house and get it ready to be sold. Very stressful. Lots of furniture apparently, and all sorts of opinions on what to do with it from family members who can't be there to do the looking and sorting and schlepping themselves. Should be interesting.

So, happy weekend bloggers - I miss you.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

further (conclusive!) evidence that men should be separated from sports

The emasculating effect of sports on men was first noted in the thing about Crying for Joy.

But this is pretty much the definition of sports-induced emasculation. OK, and the alcohol probably did it too.

Men: Just say no to sports!

via Gawker

Monday, February 07, 2005

possibly inadequate conveyance of my taste in movies

Thanks to Stacy and BigDubb for passing the baton.

1. The last movie you went to see in a theater: It was In Good Company, which I really really enjoyed, especially because I think Topher Grace is completely adorable, and that's the way I ended up feeling about the whole movie. I can see how I might not have liked it if I saw it when I was in a more cynical mood though, it being kind of unbelievable toward the end and stuff.

2. The last movie you watched at home: Collateral - we got it from the library, after putting it on hold about 3 months ago, well before it came out. It was excellent, and very well filmed I thought. Jamie Foxx was great. And Tom Cruise was okay. The violence was so well done too.

3. How many movies do you own? Not that many. Between the two of us we have about 7 movies in English. Two of these consist of the DVD and VHS versions of the BBC/A&E Pride and Prejudice. Ha. Then we also have of course, Mansfield Park and Persuasion. And the BBC Middlemarch. And Tom Jones with Albert Finney. So that means that adaptations of British novels account for 5/7 of our collection huh. And then we have a copy of Austin Powers inherited from one of Isaac's former roommates, and Barbarella which Isaac got me for my birthday a few years ago. OH and I forgot to count my DVD of The Office which I got for Christmas. The rest are musicals in Hindi, aka Bollywood movies. There are also some unmentionable videos of the variety that one might buy incognito at a convenience store very late at night. And when I say one I mean definitely not me because I would just implode from embarrassment.

4. What was the last movie you bought? I bought the Matrix for my brother like 3 christmases ago. I think I got Mansfield Park and Persuasion for Isaac the same year.

5. Netflix? No, although I have really wanted to sign up sometimes - Isaac won't let me yet. But maybe soon.

6. List five movies you adore/mean a lot to you: I love Waiting for Guffman and Welcome to the Dollhouse. I found it very painful when my family didn't "get" WFG. I couldn't believe it. I watched the Princess Bride and Sixteen Candles as my feel-good movies up through age 20 or so. Pride and Prejudice is my new feel-good movie. Isaac had to put it on to distract me when I was waiting for the benadryl to kick in after my chickpea exposure...

7. Name your guilty pleasure movie (or genre): Bollywood musicals (my absolute favorite is called Kuch Kuch Hota Hai) and horror movies.

8. Name 3 people to whom you're going to pass these questions on, and why: Crap, has everyone already done this one? Maybe I can get Isaac to do it. He just read my top 15 about himself, and loved reading it and everyone's comments. Maybe he will find himself a loyal reader. That would be something.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Music Madness

1. Music on the computer: I've got 2609 songs, 10.92GB on my work computer. The hard drive on my computer at home is only 5.5GB total. :( So it doesn't have much music.

2. The last CD I bought was: Distant Plastic Trees/The Wayward Bus - The Magnetic Fields

3. The last song I listened to before reading this message: Shut Up - Black Eyed Peas

4. Five songs I often listen to or that mean a lot to me:
  1. Idioteque by Radiohead This song brings tears to my eyes almost every time I hear it. I love every layer separately and together. Women and children first...
  2. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd Someone put this on mix tape they made for me, that feels like it was a million years ago now. And my brother gave me the CD for Christmas. And it's a great great song.
  3. Famous Blue Raincoat by Leonard Cohen Damn this is a sad song, and I like that a lot. It's beautiful and haunting, and makes me feel f%*&ing guilty as hell every time I hear it.
  4. Into My Arms by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Actually the title of my blog is from this song's lyrics. It's Good with a captial G.
  5. Simple Gifts sung by The Armstrong Family This old Shaker song is one of the most beautiful melodies I've ever heard. I want people to sing it at my funeral. Not to be morbid or anything...it's a very life-affirming song.
Adding a category to include songs I was obsessed with in high school:
  1. Close to Me - Cure
  2. Pure and Simple - Lightning Seeds
  3. Regret - New Order
  4. Sweet Jane - Cowboy Junkies cover and then the Velvet Underground original
  5. Crush Story - Too Much Joy
  6. Country Death Song - Violent Femmes
  7. Don't Go Back to Rockville - R.E.M.
5. My Current Five Favorite Bands:
  1. Violent Femmes
  2. Radiohead
  3. Actually it feels like there are about 10 groups that I could put in a tie for 3rd or 4th place. If I had to pick 3 I would say right this second Jayhawks, the Cure, and I have a soft spot for the Indigo Girls.
6. Favorite music for Shaking My Ass:
  1. Can't Get Enough of Your Love Baby by Barry White
  2. Let's Get It Started (Spike Mix) [Bonus Track] by Black Eyed Peas
  3. (Rap) Superstar by Cypress Hill
  4. Another Night - Real McCoy
  5. Work It - Missy Elliot
CDs I Think Everyone Should Own:
  1. Car Wheels on a Gravel Road - Lucinda Williams
  2. Singles - The Smiths
  3. O.K. Computer - Radiohead
  4. Pet Sounds - The Beach Boys
  5. The Grass Is Blue - Dolly Parton
Five Songs that I Love to Sing Really Loudly:
  1. Oh My Lover - PJ Harvey
  2. Leaving on a Jet Plane - John Denver
  3. Regret - New Order
  4. Cracklin' Rosie - Neil Diamond
  5. A Letter to Elise - Cure

5. Who am I going to pass this stick to? and why? I'm passing it to anyone who passes through my blog and feels like doing it. I don't 'know' any bloggers who haven't gotten this already. My sphere of influence is miniscule. So I'm a-killin' the game of tag...sorry.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

linkity links

I really needed a laugh and this worked wonders. via Lindsayism

Can I get a sample of this mineral? via Lindsayism

Gross gross gross and did I mention disturbing via Lindsayism (did i mention how great I think this lindsay's website is, especially the Kornfeld's korner feature?)

Letters to Christopher Walken
via Knotty Yarn

Growing up girly is not fun.

Amateur songwriting = kind of entertaining via Amateur Gourmet

Stuff agetttin' shot.

Science can be disgusting too.

Creepy toilet

In honor of Valentine's Day which was coming up when I started working on this post and is now past: Single Girl Valentines

Skanky 'hos rejoice: finally a prom dress for us!

I'm a total sucker for these photographs.

And the Crazy Bitch of the Week award goes to... via boingboing

Friday, February 04, 2005

no soy required

I had this dream that I went over to a friend's house to watch a movie, which was supposed to be just your average comedy, like something with Adam Sandler, or the generic equivalent. But the movie turned out to be extremely pornographic, and totally weird, and f*$%ed up, but yet me and my friend and his roommates all sat there still watching it together. And I think I must have been thinking of the gay cowboy movie coming out with Jake Gyllenhaal and what's his name, because the porn was all gay (male) and there was some definite gay rodeo action. And the hugest. penises. EVER. Whoa.

I am going to blame it on an overload of sushi and ice cream. HOLY SHIT. I just realized, what did I eat with my sushi? A lot of soy sauce.

The Isaac List

This is the Isaac Top 15, inspired by the Greg Top 15. I don't think I'm sharing anything he wouldn't like...

1. He recently described to me the decorations in his childhood room. He had lots of transformers catalogs cut out (he was a collector, and used to save up money for trips to toy stores in the Lower 48) and also many Garfield posters. He had all the Garfield comic books and used to roll on the floor laughing at them for hours.

2. He is really good at roller skating as I learned when we went to a friend's birthday party at a roller rink recently. There were two roller rinks in his relatively small hometown of Fairbanks, Alaska.

3. Every night if Isaac gets into bed before me, he likes to pretend to be dead or asleep. Then if when I get into bed he pretends to wake up saying, "wha? wha? What time is it?" this joke never ever gets old.

4. Isaac's dad is a linguist and studies Alaskan native languages and specialized in endangered languages. There is one language, Eyak, with only one native speaker left and she is 85 or so. Isaac's dad taught him how to say "I didn't tickle you." Which sounds kind of roughly like "ich tich sich chhlh hah. With lots and lots of phlegm from the back of the throat.

5. One of his favorite movies is The Jerk - he likes to say ther-mos.

6. He plays the violin very well, and knows A LOT about classical music.

7. He never really listened to very much popular music, with the exception of 9th grade, when he was really into punk music. He listened to a lot of Dead Milkmen, Bloody Red Buttfuckers, and God knows what else.

8. He used to have a lot of trouble with laughing fits in elementary school and frequently got kicked out of the classroom for them. Actually, he still occasionally has this problem when attending classical music concerts.

9. Isaac's best friend from high school was one of the best men at our wedding and his name is Jacob Jacobson. He is a Jewish Eskimo.

10. He's a really good whistler, but this can annoy people sometimes. Including me.

11. He doesn't read books very often, but if he does read something it is usually a 17-19th century English novel that is like 800 pages long. (i.e. Tom Jones or Daniel Deronda)

12. Isaac has sensitive skin like his mom.

13. He doesn't like to dance, and it's true, I can't stop laughing when he does dance.

14. He laughs at himself harder than he laughs at anything else.

15. He is better to me than I deserve and that's saying something because I'm no slouch.

A Sad Day

Apparently I've joined the ranks of the mp3 playerless. My little flash drive/mp3 player doesn't play anymore. I think I electrocuted it with static electricity. Took off my labcoat which was on top of a wool sweater one too many times. So frustrating. At least I can commiserate with Stacy - like here, here, and here she might have mentioned something about her mp3 player wants. Oh and here too. And here. And here. Here. Way back here.

On the upside, after the demise of my mp3 player it looks like I will have a lot more posting material.

Cheers Stacy!

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Yes Gmail I know I'm a loser.

I mentioned how much I like google - but they are lowering my self-esteem a bit. I haven't had anyone to invite for a google email account for months, having sent invitations to my family and my 3 friends long ago. I would say it's quality not quantity, but...ha ha, just kidding. They are quality.

Today I looked at my Gmail account and they just increased the number of invitations I have available from 6 to 50. 50! Thanks for rubbing it in. Maybe I should start making friends with prison inmates or something. They probably wouldn't reject my friendly overtures.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Niece Adriana Sophia


adriana sophia
Originally uploaded by diblasic.
Is she adorable or what? Isaac's brother and sister-in-law had their baby on January 14th. That's almost two full weeks past the due date. SIL was very relieved to go into labor on her own finally, she refused induction on the 12th.

It's kind of weird to be an instant "aunt" since Isaac already has 7 (now 8) nieces and nephews. He is the youngest of 6, and there is a 20 year age spread, so lots of kids have been around for a while for him. And there is a new step-niece and step-nephew not included in the above count (shame on me) So really that's an even 10. And we are definitely not living up to the job. Well, 5 of the kids live in Israel, so there's that excuse. And as for the rest, well we really should be better about birthday cards at least. But I don't think we'll ever be the cool young aunt and uncle. First of all, we're getting old! Second of all we're too nerdy. But if they need help with science homework, they know who to call.

We'll be there for you Adriana.

Love, Aunt Chris.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Blood oranges are good

Really they are. They are kind of like regular navel oranges except the color of the fruit is reddish, and they taste a bit more tart. And sophisticated and complex. The outside is still orange.

Actually before I ever tasted a blood orange myself, I had this good friend named Emily. Emily and I were in this scholarship program together, and on a summer trip together we made a list of analogous fruits to correspond to all the other people in the program. Actually she picked one for me too, a calabash (because it was hard-sided and useful in the sense that it could be made into a purse - don't ask, I still don't get it), and I picked one for her, she was a coconut (nutty and dark hair).

So anyway, we picked all sorts of fruits for different people, and some of them were not very nice actually, which I regret. Like we picked a raspberry for someone who was kind of sensitive and easily bruised. But most of them were nice. And for one of my favorite people on the planet, who I have already described as the wonderful Risotto maker Brian, he was analogous to a blood orange, because of his sophistication and charm. I had to take Emily's word for it that these blood oranges were really good. And she was right, and since then Brian and I have both fallen in love with blood oranges. You can make cocktails with the juice, or a modified hollandaise (too lazy to find links to the recipes) or you can (and should) just eat them plain. You get good and bad ones like regular navels.

And they grow lots of them in Sicily - which is where 1/2 my ancestors are from.

I heart google

I just can't help it. They make neat stuff. I have been their walking billboard too since we have a couple of friends who work there. I've got a google fleece, computer bag, umbrella, and multiple t-shirts. I L-O-V-E my gmail account, especially since they finally added the save draft feature, where I compose almost all of my blog posts. (BTW if there is anyone left who still wants one of these accounts I ran out of friends long long ago to give referrals to).

But this looks really neat. Google Suggest I saw it on Gawker just now, where they have used it to see how freakishly searchable Paris Hilton is. Eww.

Men really are sensitive...to sports.

I don't know if this study holds true for American men, but it's too funny. Apparently men are 5 times as likely to cry as women, as long as we are talking tears of joy. And the tears of joy were usually induced by soccer.

Tears of joy at sports is something I will never get. At your baby's birth, yeah absolutely, at your wedding, sure, even after really great sex, sounds good to me. But not a game. It's a game. The only times i ever cried at a sports event it it was definitely not from joy. I remember my days on the softball team. One time (one time!) I got moved from the outfield to play second base. Holy crap, second base! And of course I fucked it up and somebody got on first because of something I did and the first base girl says, "nice job Chris" and sniff sniff that hurt, I got a little teary. And then the next play I fielded that damn ball and threw the ball and smacked her in the head. No, I didn't smack her in the head, she caught it and that was the third out! And then they carried me off the field, and we all cried tears of joy. Just kidding. That last part totally didn't happen. But I did field the ball. But I would never cry over it, geez.