Wednesday, January 26, 2011

On Travel

I had to learn the hard way, but its advice that I keep close to my heart when traveling:
Andrew McCarthy (yes that Andrew McCarthy, the 80's teen heartthrob) is apparently a pretty good travel writer:
I love Paul Theroux’s book on train travel in South America – “The Old Patagonian Express.” His travel books were a great influence on the way I traveled early on. They inspired me well out of my comfort zone. And it helped me realize that it’s okay that a great deal of travel, especially solo travel, is logistics, loneliness and trudging.
I feel like not enough writers/travelers acknowledge that sentiment. Travel can be wondrous and exhilarating but it can also be so confusing and frustrating.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I'm Covered In Beeeeeeeeeeeees

Your hump day laugh:
First see this:


Then you realize why I find this so funny:

Golden Globes Reflections

I didn't watch it. But I did like the highlight reel of Gervais' ripping into celebrities. I really don't get the whole "he was so mean to the 'poor' celeberties" meme. It was funny, it made the show enjoyable and people really need to lighten up. More of this please - so tired of the same polite jokes. They are adults, they should be able to take some ribbing. #maybeitwillhelpthemchannelanger&painfortheirnextrole

Also Christian Bale is awesome. That is all.

Update:

No Originals

If you thought of it and you pride yourself on you wonderful discovery/adventure...someone has already done it. Probably better. #truestory

What Rhymes With Glass?!

It's not only alas! Just re-watched the old Sabrina. Billy Wilder was a genius - to make a movie so funny and serious at the same time. This time around I found Sabrina herself, utterly annoying. How could she fall for Linus, I find that the modern take does a better job of convincing us of Linus' and Sabrina's love for each other.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Impossible Coincedence

Bobby Farrell of Boney M recently died in San Petersburg. Turn out he died on same the day as the famous Rasputin (the hit song of Boney M). I thought it was a little bit weird that he died in St. Petersburg (the same city where Rasputin was killed), but them to learn that it was (almost) on the same as Rasputin, a hundred years later made it even more weirder.
This exchange made me laugh:

Boney M frontman Bobby Farrell died on same day as Rasputin

― naus, Saturday, 1 January 2011 00:55 (3 days ago)


that's gotta be bullshit I'm pretty sure Rasputin died in the 1910s

― Costco Chapel (Noodle Vague), Saturday, 1 January 2011 02:40 (3 days ago)


Also, a good excuse to post the following song:

Burritos, Pirates, Ice Cream, and Hills

I am in San Fran with Peter. The annual new year's in the Bay Area tradition continues! Today we finally made out to the Mission for some delicious burritos, unusual but scrumptious ice cream, and the Pirate store.

Peter was a little confused by the concept of the shop. It's a store for kids and anyone who like pirates - what is on sale and not tends to be confusing, since the stores primary goal or at least it seemed that way to me, is to create a sense of whimsy. The store's proceeds go to a writing program for kids.

Because of some parking restrictions we weren't there very long. The whole place (the shop area) is set up like an inside of a pirate ship. With secret trap doors, wooden drawers full of all kinds of ship supplies, and even some buried treasure maps. They also have pretty hilarious tshirts like this one: Cannons Don't Sink Ships, Pirates with Cannons Sink Ships. I almost got it. But decided that I might have a slight addiction to tshirts and refrained from wasting another $20.

Before we headed to 826 Velancia, we filled up at the Pancho Villa Taqueria, the burritos were flavorful, fresh, and cheap. (I also liked that I could order my burrito without rice and beans. Carb counting heaven I tell you.) Much better than what I remember eating at Taqueria La Cumbre.

From there we headed to NYT reviewed Humphry Slocombe Ice Cream. Everything was delicious, I got chocolate with sea salt and a scoop of Secret Breakfast (very boozey but esp. good when you find that rare corn flake), Peter got Blue Bottle Vietnamese Coffee and Open Hand Fluffernutter (peanut butter and marshmallow). The guy at shop while super friendly(don't be afraid to ask to try every flavor - Peter reported that the Olive Oil ice cream tasted like Olive Oil)was a bit sleepy. He was yawning throughout the whole time he was helping us, also he might have been stoned.

The day was perfect of lazy exploration of SF. Since we have never tried riding the cable cars we decided to finally give into tourist impulse. We ended up loving it. I got to stand on the side and our trolley driver was quite entertaining. I felt like a little kid. I always wanted to ride on a side of train. It was a little bit magical.

Then we walked around the warf, I spent way too much money on buy toys and cute shirt for Gulka. Shopping impulse is completely erratic when it comes for shopping for my niece. Yeah, not looking good when I have kids. Eeeeek.

I then decided I wanted to walk one of the steepest hills. And then when I reached the top, instead filling accomplished, I felt out of breadth and ready accept the pavement as my permanent bed. Yeah, not in shape at all. After regaining some sort of semblance of normal appearance we walked on, finally catching the cable car as it took its time making it back to Market Street.

So between, pirates and ice ccream, I am officially mourning my childhood, it seems.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Totally

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Happy New Year!



May 2011 be a fuck yeah year!