Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Secondly, The "Good Old Boy's Club" is getting exactly that: OLD. Welcome to the twenty first century Gentlemen. Whether you like it or not, you are the MINORITY on this lovely planet, which you share with the fairer gender. And on that note, negotiating business over a five course, four diamond meal is not difficult. Neither is striking a deal on a lush green golf course or in the safety of a board room with a free audience who shares similar goals. The most challenging negotiations requiring the most skill, diplomacy, and considerable resourcefulness take place outside the business world. How many businessmen have successfully negotiated with three children all under the ages of three? No corporate meeting will ever be as difficult as the "meetings" women tackle on a daily basis. While the bottom line of an ubiquitous company Americans probably do not need might seem meaningful, forming the character of another human being is far more significant than anything that happens in Corporate America. Humble yourself gentlemen, you aren't that important. While you are lining the already corpulent pockets of share holders, friends, and fellow businessmen, someone is actually doing GOOD for humanity and the planet on which we live. I advise you to take the time to thank these people no matter who they are for you are indebted to them.
Thirdly, I understand walking the line between assistant and partner is difficult. However, you try walking the line between beauty, intelligence, and femininity in Corporate America. At least with the former all you must do is sell your soul to your employer by working as many hours and kissing as much ass as you possibly can. That does not work for the latter.
Fourthly, in Corporate America, there are these small issues of the glass ceiling and stereotypes, both of which are a result of Caucasian males who are afraid of "others" replacing them. I cannot think of another reason why two of the most blatantly obvious and ultimately stupid issues could exist in society today. My suggestion, once again, is for you to get over yourselves. After thousands of years, this gets old, too. Inferiority might help you grow a pair and/or gain some much needed character.
Lastly, an environment that squelches individuality, creativity, and ignores or negatively labels inherent and uncontrollable biological differences ultimately robs America of its core principles and morals. Why don't you take a minute from your over planned, over taxed, and detrimental behavior to see how your caustic actions are affecting this planet and humanity. When all of you are sitting back in your rockers at 90, should you have the good fortune of avoiding a heart-attack, untimely death, or accident, how do you think you will feel about the world you created or the impact you left or how your family discarded you in an assisted living home to be cared for by others?
I might be caught in the wheel of this arena at the moment, however, I do not plan to stay here very long. I hope to find success, defined on my own terms, in my own creative arena very soon.
P.S. The two degrees I earned from a prestigious university are no less valuable than the one you earned from a rather lesser known educational institution just because I happen to have breasts and fecundity. When one takes the time to earn such academic achievements, this usually implies she knows what she is doing and saying, thereby meriting the same respect you so vehemently demand.
I highly recommend you all read Kurt Vonnegut's new novel "A Man Without A Country". It's fantastic. (I'll comment on the book at a later date, I want to reread it before I express my thoughts.)
Disclaimer: Obviously this does not pertain to Steve Jobs or to other facets of Corporate America I actually like. I reserve the right to decide on which those are determined based on my status as a free thinker, economist, female, hybrid capitalist, oh and my rights from the First Amendment.
While it might seem I'm being a tad sexist here, I am not. Most of the people, places, and things I love pertain to males, especially intellectually stimulating deceased ones, oh and my hero, my dad.
This would be a good time for you (as in vous) to check on your Karmic Bank account. (Just in case, God forbid, momentarily something happens to knock you back into reality or turns your world upside down and inside out.)
Monday, January 29, 2007
Saturday, I drove an hour and a half to get my hair cut, grocery shop, buy stationery, and eat dinner. Earlier this week, I booked an appointment with my hairstylist, Brian, at his new salon to chop off my luscious espresso curls that cascaded ten inches down my back. Everyone told me not to do it. I'd been complaining about my hair since August at the very least. It was long, heavy, exasperating and the feel of it on my neck was beginning to give me the willies. I sat down in the modern shiny silver chair and pulled my hair out of a pony tail. Brian twisted it into one long spiral curl down my back. Then, he looked at me, back at my hair, then back at me and said, "Are you ready?" To which I took a deep, deep breath exhaling seconds later with a definitive "Yes." He snipped the giant curl at the nape of my neck and with that one fell swoop, it was all gone. The lady quickly came over to clean up the evidence. I told him he had creative license to do whatever he wanted. I sat back for 45 minutes while he worked his magic turning my sultry long luscious locks into a sassy, trés chic French cut settling delightfully around my chin. In total, it was about 13 inches gone. I've never had my hair this short before, but I'm ecstatic about the results. The response has been just as overwhelming. I could not be happier. I felt like a million light-hearted dollars leaving the salon. Once again, Brian has made me feel spectacular. He's worth the trip and the money. I highly recommend him to all those ladies out there who need inspiration.
When I left the salon, I headed to Boylston Street to stock up on pretty writing paper at the Paper Source and to pillage the fantastic Trader Joe's . Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in a storefront window, I was shocked and happy. When I walk by a mirror, I freeze in a moment of panic, only to realize it's just the new me, thereby, prompting me to happily go on my merry way. After patronizing my favorite places, I headed to a nearby town to give Chipotle a try after reading all the raves about it in various blogs. It was awesome and well worth the detour. Of course, I could not just go in, order food, drink, eat and leave. I had to make some friends. I took a small breather to sip my corona when I noticed the woman standing next to my table was wearing a Villanova sweatshirt. I said hello and inquired if she was an alum. Turns out, her husband was. He rushed right over, introduced me to the whole fam and we chatted for a good fifteen minutes. Despite our age difference, we found common ground on the Wildcat Basketball court, oh and his wife was from the same area as I was. It's always an adventure and it's always a small world. I finished my food, drank my beer, and waved bye.
You should see me now, a whole new cupcake! No regrets. Although, of course now I'm growing it out.
Chipotle is kind of like the In-and-Out of Mexican food. I HIGHLY recommend eating there. It was simple, hearty and delicious. I can't wait to go back.
Friday, January 26, 2007
"Too little, too late?" ~ for what?
"Too Little" ~ Well, despite our very bizarre affair's brevity, the effort has always been too little.
"Too Late" ~ I'm not sure.
To be honest, I'm not exactly certain of what I think or how I feel about this. However, I do know this:
I'm not like most girls. I actually do not have a pressing need to know about your disappearance because frankly, I have too much experience with disappearing boy(s), which is why it doesn't phase me anymore. I have no fear of abandonment. I think I actually might have a fear of being surprised by someone who doesn't disappear. I require very little of the opposite sex: say what you mean and mean what you say, then do it. I also believe you already know the answer to your question and in that case, what do you think? How would you perceive the situation if you were in my shoes?
Despite your extremely odd and rather questionable and insidious behavior, I do like you. I would like to spend time with you. I would like to believe you are a good person. However, I don't want to play games here. Either you like me or you don't. Either you want to spend time with me or you don't; no matter how much or how little. So make a decision already. No matter what you decide, I'm a big girl, I can handle it. I just don't want to continue playing hide and seek anymore.
This probably should have been an official snail mail letter (my usual method of communication for important topics), and it definitely is a little too public for cupcake, but I felt compelled because I'm much better with words than I am with talk. Anyway, that is my two cents. My cards are now on the table.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go put on my party dress for this evening's festivities.
~ Miss Cupcake
"On the eve of his ninetieth birthday a bachelor decides to give himself a wild night of love with a virgin. As is his habit–he has purchased hundreds of women–he asks a madam for her assistance. The fourteen-year-old girl who is procured for him is enchanting, but exhausted as she is from caring for siblings and her job sewing buttons, she can do little but sleep. Yet with this sleeping beauty at his side, it is he who awakens to a romance he has never known.
Tender, knowing, and slyly comic, Memories of My Melancholy Whores is an exquisite addition to the master’s work." ~ Random House
This is a case of not judging a book by it's title. I might not have considered the novel if it weren't for the author. The book is a very quick and easy read, despite the depth of the themes. Once again, I am reminded love is not two or three dimensional nor is it defined by marriage, sex, fairy tales, or the traditional twist or standard society has pinned on it. Love's complexity only makes sense to the individuals encompassed by the passion and emotion of their feelings and responses to each other. While reading this novel, I tried to keep all perceptions and ingrained notions I had detached from the open self who was curiously reading the work. The novel was odd, compelling, and even though you wanted to be repulsed by the thought of the main character and his actions, you are intrigued, if not sympathetic to his existence. I highly recommend reading Garcia's "Memories" if nothing more than to shake up your normal repertoire.
According to Webster Merriam: energy, pep, courage, determination, know-how, expertise
I'd like to add: a little sassy and sultry, yet sharp and unique.
I think it's my favorite word, although I'm a little uncertain of the actual soft drink. I'll drink it with my grandmother and Melina, otherwise, I might have to liquor it up.
If I had to design my own logos for MOXIE, they would be the following:
Either one of these would do really. (I know many of you would vote for 'curious'. Just go with me on this one.)
Which do you think?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Erin and I live in a quiet wealthy New England town. Our house is on the water juxtaposed two beaches and two four diamond resorts. The road we live on is quite busy and quite curvy, i.e. not really friendly to the walker. However, this does not stop the Jehovah's Witnesses from breaking into our house. Yup, they waltzed right in and deposited their literature right on top of our washer. I guess they didn't exactly break in because we don't lock our doors, until now that is. We've never locked our back door, which brings this question to my mind, why were the Jehovah's walking around out back? Don't they usually come to the front door? I'm nervous now. I thought our neighbors were a little strange, but they are nothing compared to the Witnesses. Plus, it's one thing to come home and find your sister has "borrowed" your desk and shirts, yet quite another to find religious pamphlets on your washer. I think now I can justify the disaster in the play room, which is probably why they didn't venture past the laundry room for fear they might die trying to get to the stairs. This saddens me. I'm a big fan of living in a community where you can leave your doors unlocked. Now, because of the Jehovah's Witnesses, I have to lock my doors.
What next, a curtain in the bathroom? And you thought I was paranoid before...
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
After the muchachos were settled into bed, Erin and I sat in the living room in front of the enormous picture window to discuss the merits of hiring a housekeeper. I told her I kind of thought it was a little creepy. She had no qualms with having someone come in once or twice a month (I can think of a certain male who would support Erin's claim wholeheartedly. It's a shame he doesn't read this). Erin was playing mindsweeper on the brand new computer and I was sitting in the lovely leather chair reading a magazine. Erin's telephone rang mid-conversation. It was only Alex calling to tell us he just saw us when he drove by. He told Erin I was sitting in the chair in a red shirt with my hair in a ponytail while Erin was at the computer... Did I not just say something about creepy? I guess it never occurred to me that people would actually be looking into our living room window when they drive by at night...Erin assured me people do not look in our window when they drive by with the exception of Alex because he knows we are there and he's our friend. At this point, you can imagine how unconvinced I was. We continued to discuss getting a cleaning lady and settled on me doing research the following day.
Thanks to grammy with the birdies, we now had oreos and cheetos in the pantry (we NEVER have junk in the house). I grabbed a row of oreos from freezer and the Trader Joe's peanut butter from the fridge (no hydrogenated oils, which freak me out. No I'm not paranoid, just kind of weird). I sat in the little chair (meaning Ryan and Emily's recliner) next to Erin in the corner and out of the view of the window. I began to tell Erin about the book I just finished, "Memories of My Melancholy Whores" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, when Aunt "Theresa" came up. We were talking about why she never got married. Erin said it was the saddest thing she'd ever heard. Apparently, when everyone asked her why she never married (she was in her 90s and a virgin) she said, "No one ever asked me." I looked at Erin and said, "That will be me." Then I sadly looked into my jar of peanut butter and said, "It's just me and you buddy" while grabbing another oreo. Erin laughed so hard I thought she was going to choke on her oreos and tumble to the ground. It was hysterical. After that, I had all I could take for one evening so I retired to bed.
Please, if you are looking for entertainment, just drive by our house.
Monday, January 22, 2007
This weekend, I watched the movie, “Finding Neverland,” which according to its website, “is a tale of magic and fantasy inspired by the life of James Barrie, the real-life author of the children’s classic, ‘Peter Pan’. Set in London in 1904, the film is a fictional account of Barrie’s creative journey to bring Peter Pan to life, from his first inspiration of the story up until the play’s premiere at the Duke of York’s theater – a night that will change not only Barrie’s own life, but also the lives of everyone close to him.
Inspired by JM Barrie’s real life friendship with the Llewelyn Davies family, “Finding Neverland” is infused with the same themes that make Barrie’s play of, “Peter Pan” so resonant: the wonder of imagination, the nostalgia for childhood innocence, and the longing to believe in something more enchanted than everyday life.”
The exceptional cast of Johnny Depp, Kate Winslet, Dustin Hoffman, and Julie Christie bring this tale to life on a personal level. I am quite certain the outstanding talent of Depp and Winslet speaks for itself. This powerful tale encompasses a plethora of life issues.
After watching the movie, I felt compelled to reflect on a few of the issues explored. The tale made me realize love is so much more than what we can express because “the heart sees things the mind knows nothing of.” Love is not two dimensional, nor is it three. It is not marriage, sex, family, perception, friends, or beauty. Nor is it tragic, comical, or moral. It is not about right or wrong, nor is it about societal standards. Love is so much more than our limited human vocabulary could ever portray.
Life is so much more than what we see. It is pirate ships, fairy tales, and playgrounds with turtles, dragons, and a dinosaur named Sammy. It’s not the tedium we have created for ourselves. The trite does not matter: our careers, money, pretension, insecurity, or our constant shallow search for bigger and better fulfillment in material objects. All of those pursuits are unimportant in the grand scheme of what happens in our lives. Humans often forget we are all in this together with the point being we’re here to make each other’s lives better and easier because, in the end, the only thing we take with us is our karmic bank account.
All too often, people are threatened by the rare individuals who “see” this. Why get in the way of someone else’s happiness? Why not find your own childish innocence in which to believe? Celebrate with others the privilege of existing on this planet.
Go watch the movie. Therein lies some inspiration to those open enough to “see” it.
Life, much like love, is not to be understood, but experienced wholeheartedly without abandon.
Friday, January 19, 2007
As recommended in the February 2007 "Food and Wine" magazine: 2005 Banrock Station Riesling ($5) described as: "Fruity and balanced with a hint of lemon zest, this South Australian wine could very well be your new house white."
From the article: "Best Wines Under $10".
1.5 lbs of Cajun shrimp
1 cup of brown rice
beans (any kind will do; I used kidney beans a.k.a. red ones)
1 jalapeño seeded and diced
diced green peppers
Cook rice according to package (Uncle Ben's Instant whole grain brown rice is awesome). DO NOT REMOVE THE COVER UNTIL THE TIME IS UP. No need to check on it.
Heat corn and beans on the stove top, separately, until warm. Remove from heat, toss in some chili powder and cayenne pepper.
Heat skillet on medium, toss in shrimp, jalapeños, green peppers, mushrooms, onions. Cook until thoroughly heated and veggies are to desired tenderness. Add a little cayenne pepper.
Keep shrimp et al warm until the rice is done. Once finished, open up a pita, add some rice, beans & corn, then top with shrimp mixture. Add some salsa. YUM!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
My friend, Chris, just spent the weekend in Chicago visiting his friend, Jackie. He, she, and her friend, Jen, were out drinking on Friday night when they decided to catch a cab somewhere else. Upon getting into the cab, a fight ensued. Apparently, two unique groups of seven girls each (so fourteen total) decided to attack Jackie over the taxi. They attacked her broken arm, ripped out chunks of her hair, stomped in her sinuses, kicked her (with those heinous 4 inch boots), and bitch slapped her. Can someone please explain to me WHY FOURTEEN GIRLS WOULD BEAT UP ONE GIRL OVER A TAXI? I'm struggling to understand this. Meanwhile, some male bystanders were too busy making a video of the action to call the police. Luckily, Chris was able to rip the girls off of Jackie and get her to the ER. Now she needs reconstructive and plastic surgery, which means she's out of work for at least two months. While I'm baffled by most things, this event takes the cake. Seriously, did they think they were all going to fit in the cab? Instead of "beating the shit" out of the girls, Chris took the moral high ground by throwing the girls off and breaking their hands, which leads me to think of how awkward that is. What do you do, as a guy, when your female friend is getting attacked by a gang of girls? Honestly? What is the right thing to do? I agree with how Chris handled the situation and probably saved Jackie's life, but I'm not sure I would have thought it was horrible of him to punch the chimeras. What is wrong with people today? And the spineless punks who VIDEO-TAPPED the fight but didn't feel the urge to CALL THE POLICE! When was the last time you tried to get into a taxi only to be beaten up by a gang of girls so badly you might lose feeling in your cheek? And for what reason??? None. How terrible! I'm hoping the police catch each and every one of those pernicious asshole chicas. They are just lucky I wasn't there.
Good work Chris, and Get well soon, Jackie!
P.S. If anyone happens to have information or saw the youtube.com video of the fight, please pass it onto the Chicago police.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?
Traveled to Europe, ate Sushi, said no, walked away, stayed friends with a boy who kissed me, started karate, started a blog, made decisions, and learned to cook well.
2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions?
Yes, I only had one.
3. What countries did you visit?
4. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?
Gumption, otherwise known as MOXIE.
5. What dates from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
March 10, 2006, because I woke up in England.
June 30, 2006 because Meg was no longer my roommate
October 9, 2006, because I realized sitting in the rocking chair would never get me into the fort, no matter what I said or did.
October 31, 2006, because after 4.5 years, he was not who I thought he was.
November 4, 2006, because I realized I had everything a girl could need.
November 23, 2006, because my family is so wildly weird it’s entertaining.
December 31, 2006, because I learned boys can be punks.
All year long, because I have the best friends EVER.
6. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
My purple belt in Karate
7. What was your biggest failure?
Taking things personally
8. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Other than sparring bruises, none.
9. What was the best thing you bought?
10. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Erin’s because she realized who she was and that he was not worthy.
11. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
12. Where did most of your money go?
Some where in the ball park of $14,000 went to food and gas. No joke.
13. What song will always remind you of 2006?
“Slow Dancing in a Burning Room” ~ John Mayer
14. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) Happier or sadder? Much happier
b) Thinner or fatter? Much thinner
c) Richer or poorer? About the same
15. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Saving & traveling
16. What do you wish you'd done less of?
17. How did you spend Christmas?
Don’t even ask.
18. Did you fall in love in 2006?
No. (huge crush yes)
19. How many one-night stands?
Zero. That sounds like a bad DMB song, and they are icky.
20. What was your favorite TV program?
“The Biggest Loser” ~ I admire the people on that show. What courage they have.
21. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
I don’t hate anyone but I can say one person I never thought would ever fall from my graces, plummeted from his spot on my character tree. And I’m not a fan of a few others who probably know exactly who they are (I can see you reading this). Otherwise, I am a lover not a fighter.
22. What was the best book you read?
“The Time Traveler’s Wife” ~ Audrey Niffenegger
23. What was your greatest musical discovery?
24. What did you want and get?
Peace of Mind
25. What did you want and not get?
An Answer. Oh, and a return phone call. (unrelated)
26. What was your favorite film of this year?
27. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Trying not to get arrested and old enough
28. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
It was a pretty good year, so nothing really.
29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?
According to the lovely Mr. D, “limited”.
30. What kept you sane?
Bethy, Meg, Laurie, Lindsay, Erin, Amanda, Tim, Matt et al. I truly have the bestest friends. Oh and "Law and Order: Criminal Intent"
31. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
32. What political issue stirred you the most?
The War in Iraq
33. Who did you miss?
Bethy, Kate, Peter, Kristin, Theresa, Johanna, Mariana, Dan, The Olsens, and shockingly, Dave.
34. Who is the best new person you met?
Matt, Lindsay & Andrew.
35. Tell us some valuable life lessons you learned in 2006.
Walk away when you have to. Don’t wait to do the things you want to; just dive right in. It won’t always be like this. Nothing is ever what you think it is. Don’t be scared. Take care of yourself. Take nothing personally. Just because it happened once before doesn’t mean it has to happen again. Live the life you’ve imagined for you only get one chance in life, so make the best of it. Never settle for a low “WOW” Factor. Lastly, There is time.
36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
“Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good” ~ John Mayer
Monday, January 15, 2007
I discovered two things about myself this weekend: 1) I can be a huge brat. I never knew this about myself despite my mother and my ex-boyfriend, Peter, hinting so much to me. Although, I would never give either of them the satisfaction of admitting it to her or him. 2) Why I cannot watch television.
I do not have a television. I do not watch television (with the exception of Law & Order). I've never really liked it and until yesterday, I could not tell you why. It was one of those crazy weekends that ended with spending Sunday in a recliner ALL DAY LONG. Amanda, Allison and I did not leave our seats until the pizza came late in the afternoon. During that time, we watched three seasons of "Sex in the City." The episode where Carrie takes Natasha to the emergency room is when my realization occurred. Or maybe it was my cursing and yelling at the TV, but either way, I cannot watch modern media because I take it personally. What the hell was Carrie thinking? Seriously, I get angry. I know this is completely ridiculous and somewhat comical (ask Allison and Amanda. What good sports you guys are.) However, it's true. I cannot watch. The characters and stories enrage me, infiltrate my psyche, and completely invade my sense of peace and ideal about how the world should be. I get stressed out by the illogical behavior of the people on the screen, which I'm smart enough to know is staged to keep you watching, but I cannot help but fall prey to these very drug like tactics. It's compellingly evil. I've decided I'm going to stick to books and magazines. There is a reason I prefer to read. Books and magazines are so much easier to digest. (Although you wouldn't think so judging by the stacks of books and magazines in my bedroom.) I was able to read 10 magazines this weekend despite all my time in front of the tube. None of which made me curse, yell, or throw things. It became clearly evident by 7 p.m. last night that I should stick to print.
(P.S. These revelations were in no way related to each other. The first one had something to do with me shaving my legs at 1:30 in the morning.)
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
"BEIJING - China will have 30 million more men of marriageable age than women in less than 15 years as a gender imbalance resulting from the country’s tough one-child policy becomes more pronounced, state media reported Friday."
Finally, the Communist female-hating country of China is getting a nice dose of reality. I say, It serves you right. Maybe you should have thought about that before killing all your baby girls.
Looks like female fecundity is of some importance after all...
(Really I do like China, as I am learning to speak Mandarin and plan to visit Shanghai at some point in the future. It's just that there are two genders for a reason, so quit messing with them already.)
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Ok, I have an unabashed affinity for high school movies. I can't help it. While I don't enjoy movies or tv in general, I'll happily drop what I am doing to watch a cheesy movie about high school. Amanda and I came up with this list after many hours of research and much debating:
Honorable Mention: Never Been Kissed
5. Varsity Blues
4. Drive Me Crazy
3. 10 Things I hate about You
1. She's All That
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Last night, I had the wonderful pleasure of having dinner with my sister and my father. An evening out with them is exceptionally rare, as my father seldomly leaves the house. Despite being in his forties, he sometimes acts as if he's in his sixties. His excuse for the surprise adventure stemmed from his winning a GPS in the state lottery (my father has tiny gambling problem he inherited from his grandmother) and his curiosity of my sister's residence. Previously, she lived in Florida, so her return to New England has prompted dad to worry out loud, after all, she's the baby (affectionately, I'm the half pint). We ate a lovely meal at Sunshine's place of employment and lingered for a bit since it was an occasion. We listened intently to notre père talk about work, his current investments (I picked), which inevitably would be our inheritance (jokingly he loves to tell us this), and the local happenings. When the check finally came, he whipped out his old wallet to pay the bill. I noticed he was in dire need of a replacement and commented on the one we bought him years ago. He said he actually had two brand new wallets still in the boxes, but he didn't use them because neither had a place for his pictures. Just as I did when I was a child, I gingerly picked up the worn leather contraption and fumbled through it. He always lets us play with his wallet. I was unable to pull the pictures out so he took the wallet back to extract a plastic fold from the deepest pocket. He held open the yellowed sheath to show us what mysterious treasures he had. The first photo was the best picture of my mother: She's wearing a teal and black polka dotted dress with matching greenish eyes and a glowing smile. I can still see the picture despite it being nowhere in sight. The next three pictures were of Sunshine. The fourth picture was of me, which was followed by a fifth picture of my sister. I vocalized my chagrin at only having one picture to my sister's four when my dad flipped the plastic over and a small fortune from a Chinese cookie fell out from behind my portrait. He smiled and said it was from our family dinner* at my college graduation. Then, he rotated the fortune over to show the numbers on the backside proclaiming proudly that they were his lucky lottery numbers. I humbly smiled and decided I could do without the other three photos. We finished up our conversation and made pleasantries with my sister's friends, after which the three of us gathered our things to head over to my sister's house.
Sunshine escorted us to her chateau where we settled on the bed and recliners in her room. Dad told us stories and we updated him on the recent events in our lives. We laughed and chatted for a while until notre père sadly declared it was time for him to leave. Walking out together, Sunshine and I made our usual secret language conversation, into which my father chimed using "the voice" that made us laugh hysterically in the drive way. He's the only person allowed to use our language and it's so funny when he does. I love it. We hugged and kissed bye and were very happy to hear dad say he'd come back again next Tuesday, only we'd go to the movies as well. Once again, we were little girls eagerly giggling at daddy's feet.
As I was walking to my car, my dad said, "Don't forget to buy a lottery ticket Friday."
I chuckled and retorted, "I'll try."
He responded, "I'll call to remind you."
I could not help but feel delightful and remorseful all at once as I drove away...
a la prochaine
*Margaret Quo's ~ probably the best gourmet Chinese food EVER.
Have an awesome day!
(Not only is she having a birthday, but she's the coolest person I know. How many of your friends write for PhillyStyle AND send you copies with sticky notes highlighting the best articles? I love you, Bethy. You're the best. Happiest Birthday to you!)
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
The amount of information one absorbs from reading the paragraphs from these pages is overwhelming, somewhat disturbing, yet paradoxically enlightening. Despite the daunting task of reading such an intense work, the reader is not flummoxed in any way. The characters clearly convey the societal happenings. Although I am only one-fifth into the book, I'm deeply moved by the powerful portrayal of the woman's role in the Arab Muslim world. The reader is left with the impression that women are merely present for their fecundity, cooking, and sex. Their only role is to serve men. It's astounding and quite disturbing. Uris also delves into the role of violence within Arab nations with the majority of which against eachother instead of the "outsiders". Through the characters, he analyzes how their religion keeps them repressed and economically challenged compared to how the collective, open and progressive ideals of the Jewish world provided the opposite results of prosperity and growth. From swamps, they build kibbutzim that turned the driest desert sand into vegetation. It truly is amazing. So far, the book is exasperating, yet intriguing. I am very excited to finish the rest. For those interested in the Middle East, Religion, the history of Palestine and the surrounding areas, as well as families surviving in that region during WWI and WWII, I highly recommend reading "The Haj". It's not for the faint of heart, but it provides excellent insight into a pugnacious and muddled world by which many westerners are perplexed.
Monday, January 08, 2007
P.S. I am all for Ms. Pelosi "tormenting the President." It's about time someone starts to clean up the mess.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Yesterday, I stopped at the only Pier One Store in the state to pick up a Reed Diffuser. My old roommate, Meg, had one her mother sent her that I loved. I'm just now getting around to purchasing one for myself. I bought the cilantro citrus and the aqua. I cannot tell you how awesome my little corner smells. I placed the citrus cilantro in my office. I can't wait to get the aqua one in my bedroom. I HIGHLY recommend adding these subtle yet stimulating fragrances to your space. For someone (this girl) who is not a candle fan, the diffusers are a superior alternative. (I think they are better because they can be refilled and they don't cause fires. But I'm still keeping my fake candle.) A must purchase.
I also made two impulse buys. I bought two cd's: "Paris Train" and " 2 A.M." I know buying collections like this from random stores like William-Sonoma, Pottery Barn, and Pier One are a little risky because the music is unfamiliar, but I've found they are worth it. I bought the "Florence" cd from W-S last year and was not disappointed. Last night, I listened to the two I bought yesterday with my diffusers, and once again, was not disappointed. They were really cool, actually. I recommend them both. They add a little diversity and depth to your usual collection. There is nothing like some lovely scents and sublime tunes to enhance your surroundings.
The drink of the week comes to you by my super friend, Chris. He's decided to test out "The Vesper". Here are his thoughts on it:
"So I have sampled 'the Vesper'. It is not for the faint of heart. If you like gin, I think you might enjoy this drink, but be careful, there's a lot of alcohol in it.
A few things about the recipe-
3 Measures of Gin
1 Measure of Vodka
1/2 Measure of Kina Lillet (Lillet Blanc)
large thin slice of lemon peel for garnish
I would use a high-quality Gin--Bond names Gordon's but I do believe Tanqueray would vastly improve the drink's quality. I didn't find the quality of the vodka was of very large importance. It just seems to take on the flavor of the gin.
I found adding a little bit more lemon or lemon juice can kind of soften this drink up. I would also recommend cutting back on the gin and adding more Lillet.
Interestingly enough, Lillet is actually quite good by itself as an aperitif when served very chilled or over ice.
It's very much like a Martini, (a Gin Martini), but with a unique and interesting twist. Out of the 4 people who sampled this cocktail, 2 did not like it at all, and myself and the other found it interesting but recognized the strength and almost bitterness of the drink.
I would encourage you to try it. And if you don't like it, then you can at least enjoy the Lillet by itself."
I look forward to experimenting with this lovely cocktail. Thank you for your insight!
Za vashe zdorovye!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
So far so good, I think.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Published a noteworthy article in their January issue. The article lists "100 Tastes to Try in 2007". It's also posted on their website with a bonus 15 for the motivated. A good majority of the items are worth the effort. Definitely check it out.
1) To take much better care of myself. I often neglect doing this, as I fear most do. I need to make myself a priority, especially my health. I don't even like the candy in the kitchen tin, and drinking three glasses of gin & juice in one sitting makes me feel like crap the next day, therefore, no point in torturing myself. I'm going to find a substitute for this behavior that is more beneficial to me. At the moment, I have no ideas, but I'm sure I'll come up with something.
2) To find a consequential career I actually enjoy. This is easier than I thought. Thanks to Bethy's dad, I think I know what I want to be when I grow up now. I just have to figure out how to get there...I'm sure I can figure this one out too.
3) To develop a meaningful relationship where I do not have to be the outer spoon. I don't like it. I've never liked it. I'm a girl. I'm very small. It's awkward and cold and there are many implications from being the big spoon I do not want to assume any more. So unless there are extenuating circumstances, I refuse to be the outer spoon from now on.
4) To buy my first investment property so Matty and I can start our business. I've been looking since April. I will purchase something that meets my standards THIS YEAR. I'm certain this can be accomplished as well.
5) To learn to cook excellent Chinese food. While I've contemplated taking a part-time job at a Chinese restaurant just to learn the fundamentals, I've decided a good cookbook might be a better option. It can't be that hard?? I figure the best way to do this is to make one meal a week. It might be helpful to get a cookbook first...I'll have to research my options before I dive right in.
Honorable Mention goes to becoming fluent in Spanish. I have a feeling this one will take care of itself. Maybe if I'm ambitious, I can get a jump on intermediate Chinese and Arabic. We shall see.
"We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us." ~ Joseph Campbell
I think this might call for a notebook...
Monday, January 01, 2007
"May this year be as happy as you make it." ~ Anonymous
Every January, HGTV hosts a contest for you to enter every day for almost six weeks to win a Brand New Home. My mom introduced me to this contest a couple of years ago and since then, I'm hooked. Each year, the house is in a different location and the prizes are excessively more grandiloquent. It is very entertaining. Check it out. Who knows, maybe you'll win a house.