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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
What! No Gum Brit?
I swear, every time is see that girl her mouth is open and there is a huge piece of gum in it. I'm almost impressed by her not having any gum in her mouth.
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Probably The Next Movie I'll See In Theatres
I love Zooey Deschanel's performances, she was the best thing about The Good Girl. Winter Passing looks a little bit on the predictable side but i still want to see it, if only for the acting chops of the actors involved (yes i'm aware Will Farrell is one the co-stars.)
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Disturbing
Ace links to Mark Steyn article about the rising anti-Semitism in France and European's media lack of interest in the subject. Right after 9/11 happened i entered college, i remember hearing there were anti-Semitic incidents on the rise in Europe (specif. France). I asked a Jewish girl from Paris if she felt scared in France. She said that although she felt relatively safe, she hid her Star of David because people tended to make snide remarks upon noticing it. It struck me how in America i would never consider hidingany sign that i was Jewish and if i ever had to do that it would be an immediate red flag of something being horribly wrong.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
If You Were Wondering Why I'm Posting At 4 am
It's because i'm waiting for, a medical first of, a hacking up of my lung. I'm really sick. I was supposed to come to New York yesterday but do to a crushing amount of work and now crushing illness (a horrible cold coinciding with my period - i share the last bit because it seems i lost any semblance of keeping up appearances) rendering me completely useless to do anything besides read news and blogs and sleep. So here i am staying at home.
I Would Have Gone With A Different Headline....
CLOONEY TOO RACY FOR POLITICS
Here's a few at the top of my head:
CLOONEY TOO STUPID FOR POLITICS or
CLOONEY TOO FULL OF HIMSELF FOR POLITICS or
CLOONEY LIVING IN A BUBBLE; THINKS HE'S IS SOMEWHAT RELEVANT BEYOND MAKING MIDDLE AGED WOMEN'S PANTIES WET.
I don't know, when i was younger i actually thought the guy was somewhat attractive. Now he comes off as a self important prick. With his self-proclaimed status as the savior of America through VERY IMPORTANT movies like Syriana - which was complex as second grade arithmetic or Good Luck and Good Night - which purports to portray the evil McCarthyism and fails to mention that a few facts and timelines have been smudged a bit to make the protagonist seem more heroic - besides the fact that the movie is also a bore.
"Movie star, George Clooney insists he could never run for office - because his past is too debauched."
Here's a few at the top of my head:
CLOONEY TOO STUPID FOR POLITICS or
CLOONEY TOO FULL OF HIMSELF FOR POLITICS or
CLOONEY LIVING IN A BUBBLE; THINKS HE'S IS SOMEWHAT RELEVANT BEYOND MAKING MIDDLE AGED WOMEN'S PANTIES WET.
I don't know, when i was younger i actually thought the guy was somewhat attractive. Now he comes off as a self important prick. With his self-proclaimed status as the savior of America through VERY IMPORTANT movies like Syriana - which was complex as second grade arithmetic or Good Luck and Good Night - which purports to portray the evil McCarthyism and fails to mention that a few facts and timelines have been smudged a bit to make the protagonist seem more heroic - besides the fact that the movie is also a bore.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tarting It Up
The other day i stopped at Peet's Coffee, a small chain of tea and coffee shops around Boston, to get my fix of rhubarb tart. Although Peet's coffee has pretty good reputation for its coffees and teas (much better than Starbucks) the main draw for me is definitely the scrumptious rhubarb tart (not too sweet and not to sour, with the right amount of moisture and flaky crust. Not seeing my yummy fix in a while i asked one of the employees if rhubarb tarts were out of season. And that's when i learned the sad news that the guy who made the tarts for Peet's went out of business. I wondered if he left the recipe of the tart with the shop, but alas this was not so. So now powered with the internet and ambitions of baking i might be tarting it up in the future, even without the awesome Peet's rhubarb tart recipe. I'm thinking rhubarb and raspberry tart to start. If anyone has any good tips about cooking with rhubarb please let me know.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
A Little Silly Survey
Would you a rather be called a) funny and intelligent or b) sexy ?
I really don't know, because to me funny and intelligent is sexy but then again i don't go around dreaming about making out with every smart entertaining person i meet.
I really don't know, because to me funny and intelligent is sexy but then again i don't go around dreaming about making out with every smart entertaining person i meet.
Pondering
Why do i have Silent Night stuck in my head on a loop? In the middle of February, never mind to the fact that i'm Jewish.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Oh Yes, We Got The Dress
Today my my family participated in the grand old Boston tradition known as Filene's Basement Wedding Dress Sale. We (My sister, Max's Mom - Marina, my mother (who joined us a bit later, and me) were pretty hardcore about it, getting up at 3:30 in the morning just to be one of the first people in line to get in at the store at 8 am. We waited in line for more than three hours but the time seemed to pass quite quickly.
(Unlike these people we were one of the people in the inside line, the one closer to the dresses.)
And if that sounds crazy just remember we didn't have any wild hats on or stupid hot pink shirts proclaiming our indispensable NEED for THE BEST DRESS OUT THERE FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT (BUT ALSO FUN LOVING) BRIDE. The two brides in front and behind us were pretty sweet and weren't as crazy as some of the gong ho girls we saw.
Right before the eight o'clock they lined us up before the entrance (mostly for safety sake so people wouldn't fall down the stairs.) At that moment everyone's adrenaline was pumped up and as silly as it sounds we were all very nervous about GOING SHOPPING! Anyway, once i ran into the store i lost any sense of direction or where i was supposed to go. Instead of going to the prized "vault" room, where all the designer dresses were, i sprinted all the way down grabbing as many dresses as possible and getting a meeting space near a mirror. Thank G-d for Marina, who remembered the instructions I overheard a few minutes before the opening of the store. At least someone followed them.
The first half hour was pretty chaotic with people trying on piles and piles of dresses. We were looking for original looking designs - one of the first dresses Betka tried on was interesting but the next few seemed like real duds. While i was helping my sister put on the dresses, my mother acted as an anchor for all the dresses we accumulated. Kind of like this person:
Marina meanwhile went to barter the dresses we didn't want for potential dresses for my sister. I later followed suit and although i didn't see any physical fights break out people were pretty protective of their "loot". I ventured into the vault room a few times where several Asian ladies had two racks to themselves and were pretty serious at not letting anyone near the dresses. By bargaining skills proved less than stellar and i didn't really end up bringing any dress of interests. However, Marina did.
Every time a bride found a dress she and her whole crew would applaud loudly. This got to be a tad annoying, since at times it seemed we wouldn't find our perfect dress. There was also lots of cameras and photographers around, i was little bit protective of my half-clothed sister at one point. Since there are no fitting rooms the whole floor turns into half-naked women trying on dresses in front of everyone.
By the third hour we were there, the place had half emptied out. My sister, the tireless bride to be, was putting on dress after dress - the amount of energy in her possession was pretty amazing.
My sister wearing the early dress that she liked caught the attention of another girl. Who persisted to follow her throughout the store. The girl begged to try on the dress. However, we stood firm, explaining that we will give the dress up only if we pick another one, not until then. Finally the choice came down to three dresses. My sisters made an unexpected (but a very good choice) and we ended up giving the cool/original wedding dress to the other girl. She put the dress on right next to us and as she looked in the mirror she started to cry. Besides my sister finding a dress, that was the most rewarding part of the experience. And although in the past i might have ridiculed a woman for crying over a dress, the moment was extremely tender and i understood how much it meant for her to own the dress, besides the dress really did compliment her. (Yes i have gotten soft in my old age.) So now there's a gorgeous wedding dress hanging in my living room with a similar price tag:
(all photos taken from boston.com)
(Unlike these people we were one of the people in the inside line, the one closer to the dresses.)And if that sounds crazy just remember we didn't have any wild hats on or stupid hot pink shirts proclaiming our indispensable NEED for THE BEST DRESS OUT THERE FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT (BUT ALSO FUN LOVING) BRIDE. The two brides in front and behind us were pretty sweet and weren't as crazy as some of the gong ho girls we saw.
Right before the eight o'clock they lined us up before the entrance (mostly for safety sake so people wouldn't fall down the stairs.) At that moment everyone's adrenaline was pumped up and as silly as it sounds we were all very nervous about GOING SHOPPING! Anyway, once i ran into the store i lost any sense of direction or where i was supposed to go. Instead of going to the prized "vault" room, where all the designer dresses were, i sprinted all the way down grabbing as many dresses as possible and getting a meeting space near a mirror. Thank G-d for Marina, who remembered the instructions I overheard a few minutes before the opening of the store. At least someone followed them.
The first half hour was pretty chaotic with people trying on piles and piles of dresses. We were looking for original looking designs - one of the first dresses Betka tried on was interesting but the next few seemed like real duds. While i was helping my sister put on the dresses, my mother acted as an anchor for all the dresses we accumulated. Kind of like this person:
Marina meanwhile went to barter the dresses we didn't want for potential dresses for my sister. I later followed suit and although i didn't see any physical fights break out people were pretty protective of their "loot". I ventured into the vault room a few times where several Asian ladies had two racks to themselves and were pretty serious at not letting anyone near the dresses. By bargaining skills proved less than stellar and i didn't really end up bringing any dress of interests. However, Marina did.
Every time a bride found a dress she and her whole crew would applaud loudly. This got to be a tad annoying, since at times it seemed we wouldn't find our perfect dress. There was also lots of cameras and photographers around, i was little bit protective of my half-clothed sister at one point. Since there are no fitting rooms the whole floor turns into half-naked women trying on dresses in front of everyone.
By the third hour we were there, the place had half emptied out. My sister, the tireless bride to be, was putting on dress after dress - the amount of energy in her possession was pretty amazing.
My sister wearing the early dress that she liked caught the attention of another girl. Who persisted to follow her throughout the store. The girl begged to try on the dress. However, we stood firm, explaining that we will give the dress up only if we pick another one, not until then. Finally the choice came down to three dresses. My sisters made an unexpected (but a very good choice) and we ended up giving the cool/original wedding dress to the other girl. She put the dress on right next to us and as she looked in the mirror she started to cry. Besides my sister finding a dress, that was the most rewarding part of the experience. And although in the past i might have ridiculed a woman for crying over a dress, the moment was extremely tender and i understood how much it meant for her to own the dress, besides the dress really did compliment her. (Yes i have gotten soft in my old age.) So now there's a gorgeous wedding dress hanging in my living room with a similar price tag:
(all photos taken from boston.com)
Give The Jew Girl Toys
A little untimely but still pretty funny (and probably old). My favorite part is when Silverman sings "Claus? Claus?Is that German? Santa CLAUS!"
Thanks to B.
Thanks to B.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
A Letter To The Snow Gods
Dear Snow Gods,
Thanks. A. Lot. Thanks for sending the snow one night too early. Would it have been really that hard to start snowing Sunday night instead of Saturday? It's not like i have tons of homework and really boring classes to attend to on Monday that i would be happy to miss.
Sincerely,
the very lazy Petitedov
Thanks. A. Lot. Thanks for sending the snow one night too early. Would it have been really that hard to start snowing Sunday night instead of Saturday? It's not like i have tons of homework and really boring classes to attend to on Monday that i would be happy to miss.
Sincerely,
the very lazy Petitedov
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Gee, You Think....
In an article about Sharon's health an AP writer notes:
Israel's political system has been surprisingly stable despite the sudden disappearance of its most popular politician and the campaign for elections being held in just six weeks.
It's not like Israel has a relatively stable political system say unlike its neighbor where if your party isn't elected people start shooting guns and setting cars on fire.
Israel's political system has been surprisingly stable despite the sudden disappearance of its most popular politician and the campaign for elections being held in just six weeks.
It's not like Israel has a relatively stable political system say unlike its neighbor where if your party isn't elected people start shooting guns and setting cars on fire.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Wondering
Why is the sound of 1930's French cabaret/jazz music floating from another room so comforting and romantic (esp. Edith Piaf)? Especially at night.
Notice The 1 Part Success
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Draw Away
If violence isn't your cup of tea then how about the desecration of the memory of twelve million people killed in the Holocaust. Because nothing gives people more validity than a cartoon contest depicting the Holocaust. Hamshahri, one of Iran's most popular newspapers is holding honorable contest. The graphic editor gave this rationale:
I can just imagine Israelis, Slavs, and others affected by the Holocaust burning effigy of the cartoonists, bombing embassies, and throwing rocks at police. I wonder if CNN will not run the results because it might offend some Holocaust survivors? Then again, who am i kidding.
"Western newspapers published these caricatures, which constitute desecration,under the pretense of freedom of expression," he said. "Let's see if they mean what they say once we publish Holocaust caricatures."
I can just imagine Israelis, Slavs, and others affected by the Holocaust burning effigy of the cartoonists, bombing embassies, and throwing rocks at police. I wonder if CNN will not run the results because it might offend some Holocaust survivors? Then again, who am i kidding.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Not that i expect great things from Grey's Anatomy but last night's episode really sucked. Oh how scary code black...give me a break. Christiana Ricci was woefully under utilized and Meredith is really starting to get on my nerves. And the whole Dr. Bailey plot was a tad melodramatic. And i seemed to recall her husband was white two episodes ago or is that my imagination? Not that it matters much i just want consistency. And what's with looking at Dr. Bailey's cervix...that's just plain weird. Word to the writers, a little less drama would go a long way.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Kiss and Tell
Sadly, i realized that i'm the kind of person who kisses and tells, i have no shame, well at least no shame when it comes to my closest friends. I thought i would always be the kind of person who kept certain things private even from people i trust dearly. Not the case it seems. Maybe that's why i have personal blog, go figure. If i could choose, i would definitely be of the no-kiss-and-tell variety type of girls.
Horrible Lyrics Edition I
So i've been meaning to write about Coldplay's "Fix You" song for a while. Before i go into a diatribe about the song let me admit that i like Coldplay. They are my guilty pleasure. Yes they are predictable and their lyrics are horrible (as Fix You exemplifies) but i still find them soothing at times.
The gist of the song goes something like this, when you're all sad and at the end of your rope i'll be there to help you/comfort you. Basically the power of someone to be able to see you when you can't see yourself.
So here's a sample of the lyrics:
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
These lyrics might not be so bad a little generic...want and need - that's a good point, lots of people make the wrong choices. Depending on the angle your looking at, on the point of not being able to sleep even when you are very tired, little mundane or deep. Mundane because it happens all the time and deep because it implies being REALLY, REALLY tired and still not being able let your mind rest because you're thinking of deep things even though technically when people are tired they sleep.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
And you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Again, the lyrics not too bad. Nothing incredible no imagery that surprises you or inspires. Losing something irreplaceable = big bummer. The tears imagery almost poignant, but in the end quite boring and generic.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
However this part of the song, the damn chorus, is what made me really cringe and decide to devote a whole frickin post to this damn song. Where to begin? Bones? Ignited? Was Chris Martin watching some creepy sci-fi movie while writing this? Was there no other
word to rhyme with "home?" Does he realize his lyrics are not only lame but make zero sense and not in that "cool" avant-garde makes-no-sense way. More like i-didn't-have-anything-to-rhyme-with so i came up with this totally irrelevant image that make ZERO sense and is kind creepy since it might remind some people of radiation and you know igniting bones while fixing your.... Cancer!? The other thing that annoyed me is the "fix you" refrain, there something grating about someone telling me they are going to fix me, reminds me too much of a dog getting "fixed" and sounds a bit manipulative.
Chris Martin was quoted as saying this was the most important song he has ever written. To which i point to Elliot Smith's "Between the Bars" as the best song (subtle, beautiful, without big gestures or really stupid examples) Martin will never write.
Drink up baby
Stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
But you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
Drive them away
The images stuck in your head
People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up baby
Look at the stars
I'll kiss you again
Between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
Keep you apart
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
The gist of the song goes something like this, when you're all sad and at the end of your rope i'll be there to help you/comfort you. Basically the power of someone to be able to see you when you can't see yourself.
So here's a sample of the lyrics:
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
These lyrics might not be so bad a little generic...want and need - that's a good point, lots of people make the wrong choices. Depending on the angle your looking at, on the point of not being able to sleep even when you are very tired, little mundane or deep. Mundane because it happens all the time and deep because it implies being REALLY, REALLY tired and still not being able let your mind rest because you're thinking of deep things even though technically when people are tired they sleep.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
And you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Again, the lyrics not too bad. Nothing incredible no imagery that surprises you or inspires. Losing something irreplaceable = big bummer. The tears imagery almost poignant, but in the end quite boring and generic.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
However this part of the song, the damn chorus, is what made me really cringe and decide to devote a whole frickin post to this damn song. Where to begin? Bones? Ignited? Was Chris Martin watching some creepy sci-fi movie while writing this? Was there no other
word to rhyme with "home?" Does he realize his lyrics are not only lame but make zero sense and not in that "cool" avant-garde makes-no-sense way. More like i-didn't-have-anything-to-rhyme-with so i came up with this totally irrelevant image that make ZERO sense and is kind creepy since it might remind some people of radiation and you know igniting bones while fixing your.... Cancer!? The other thing that annoyed me is the "fix you" refrain, there something grating about someone telling me they are going to fix me, reminds me too much of a dog getting "fixed" and sounds a bit manipulative.
Chris Martin was quoted as saying this was the most important song he has ever written. To which i point to Elliot Smith's "Between the Bars" as the best song (subtle, beautiful, without big gestures or really stupid examples) Martin will never write.
Drink up baby
Stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
But you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
Drive them away
The images stuck in your head
People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up baby
Look at the stars
I'll kiss you again
Between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
Keep you apart
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Sort of Scary Realization
I just looked in the mirror. I look like an adult. Damn. No seriously i look like i'm a fully functual, full grown, adult woman. Notice i said i "look" like one, it does not mean i am one.
Meditation On The Usefulness of Thesis
One of my closest friends just finished his thesis. A big congrats on the momentous occasion! He sent an e-mail informing his friends of this achievement and ended the announcement on a very true note:
It is currently printing on archival paper and it will be bound tomorrow and sent to a distant archive...to never be read :)
I'm sure in S.'s case someone will read it and use it. But for the most part his right most thesis never get used, i know since i worked in a archives full of them. (Side note, i was actually filing a thesis on the effects of marijuana from the sixties...i found it useful and fascinating.)
It is currently printing on archival paper and it will be bound tomorrow and sent to a distant archive...to never be read :)
I'm sure in S.'s case someone will read it and use it. But for the most part his right most thesis never get used, i know since i worked in a archives full of them. (Side note, i was actually filing a thesis on the effects of marijuana from the sixties...i found it useful and fascinating.)
A Little Apathetic
I starting to get really sick of "liberals" and "conservatives" - actually i'm tired, specifically, of self righteous liberals and conservatives. Since i don't consider myself either one (i not saying this makes me better or worse than the people who do identify with either group) i don't always feel the indignation on certain issues that others feel strongly about. When i see one side or the other being vicious and (even more annoying) superior to each other, well it makes me want to puke. Stop it please, i don't like vomit.
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