Friday, February 25, 2011

You mean Neverland isn't perfect?

Just a quick overdue note to say how devastated I have been about the Christchurch, New Zealand earthquake last week.

I was there a year ago for three months and grew to love the Kiwis ... such warm, jovial, fun-loving souls.

I am rattled! Earthquake on America, Mother Nature! Kiwis did nothing to deserve this!

Click here for a photo gallery.

(Although that picture of the kid doing bicycle tricks on the upturned road is SO perfect. Those Kiwis would...)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Elements of life

I've temporarily tired of my cheese + crackers routine to a craving of smoothies (Greek yogurt, spinach, and frozen fruit (of which MUST contain some mango)).

Notable People
Best cousin coming in this weekend from San Fran. Cannot cannot cannot wait.

Delivering Happiness by the CEO of Zappos (inspiring and fun),
Blowing My Cover by an ex-CIA (de-romanticizes the career, but severely lacked in field stories),
and oh yeah, finished the damn Hornets' Nest (and yes it was an epic win of injustice).

Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela +
Sarah's Key (fiction (grr), albeit historical (yay), so... wash?

I love this anonymous crowded city, but a totally isolated exotic locale with a few choice friends (for when I do come out of many foreseen reading hibernations) ...

So for now I fall asleep to the thought of a secluded Seychelles beach, Costa Rican rainforest, or Malaysian jungle.

Monday, February 21, 2011

I think I'm local now.

The laundry people recognize me and know my name.

I think only fellow Gothamists will understand this feeling of...

Giddiness? Kind of.

Relief? Not quite.

A celebratory kind of happiness? Sure.

Indescribable? For now.

I'll be thinking of the perfect adjective...

Saturday, February 19, 2011

If Apple made water

I just came across this website Scoopertino, that breaks 'Unreal Apple News'

(via someecards)


Friday, February 18, 2011

"It's a this way, that way, this way, that!"

Um, my 3rd grade original playground dances were NOT UNLIKE The Michael Scarn.

*The title of this post is lyrics from one of those original dances.

(I know it's backwards, and not great quality, but it just is too good)

I started laughing to tears the moment he started, replayed it over and over and over: ALL TOO FAMILIAR.

But, too bad no one messed up the steps so he wasn't given any chance to explosively "FIRE" them. Yes, guilty. I recall teacher confrontation due to some girls we upset (i.e. "You can't just fire people").
What can I say? We demanded excellence.

Good times. Little tyrants, we were.

I knew there'd be a GIF made soon enough! Thanks Tara!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

G is for Gratuitous

Eep! I cut my hair shorter and dyed it black!

(Although I saw a girl the other day with platinum blonde white cropped hair, and decided it would be my by-end-of-summer goal color because it looked rad and why not?)

And, Brittany, welcome to the club!

With my 16-year-old blonde ID following me around, I now count 'confusing bouncers and TSA personnel alike' as hobbies.

Natural, with help from the Sun.

Also, W for Watson last night:

a) Silly wager numbers and
b) 'What is Toronto?????' GASP!!!!!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

What is leg?

By now, the nerd (or merely Jeopardy enthusiast) community has been buzzing about Watson's first performance last night.

Just my two issues:

a) I still can't get over that Watson's first clue selection was the Daily Double.

So, um, thanks for clarifying, IBM?

b) The algorithms are very impressive, but who else agrees that Ken & Brad were simply beat to buzz in by millionths of a second, over and over again?

I can't help but thinking that footage of Alex Trebek in the refrigerated control rooms of Watson's many processors will be laughed at in 10 years, for how 'archaic' it will look.
Because by then, we'll all have Watson-like capacity on handheld, or something like it.

Can't wait for tonight!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

In praise of the Google Art Project

Being raised by a graduate in Fine Arts gave me a nurtured capacity of art appreciation.

So kudos to the new Google Art Project, that allows people to explore world museums and view commentaries.

For one, my mom likes to point out the general inaccuracy of Northern European painters' renderings of Middle East landscapes, as shown here in this painting.

"Far too lush!" she'll crack up. But alas, they drew on what landscapes they knew in their homelands.

Of course, there are copyright issues still being ironed out and several major museums yet to sign on to The Project, but overall I applaud this promising venture in its efforts to enable art to the masses.

It's weird to think.

That 28 years ago, my mom was my age, dating a 36-year-old, who would become her husband, and my dad.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Salander Struggles

So, I've been struggling with Lisbeth Salander lately. Actually, more like her author. Eh, probably more like the author's Swedish editor.

I'm a third the way through the third book, she's going to Kick The Hornets' Nest, it's going to be an epic win over human injustice, BUT... oh my gosh, the writing is so bad.

So much unnecessary information, so much redundancy, too much wordiness!

(The cover of the edition I'm reading (UK), borrowed from a friend. 600 pages I wouldn't mind if 60% of it weren't fluff. Maybe the US edition is more concise?)

It's widely known that Larsson, the author, died in 2004, before his novels gained international acclaim. But every every page is marred with unseen legal issues for me (ironically. ha!): I feel like if just one more editor could have gotten his or her hands on the manuscript, after translation and what editing was done, it could have been far more fluid.

My pride is keeping me from stopping, though. I have to finish.

Make no mistake, I love what The Millenium Trilogy represents: its message; the feminism; its heroine, Lisbeth Salander.

I don't really enjoy fiction because I hate knowing something isn't a true story (there are so many true ones already told!). But I love a good social criticism and don't really care for character development (upon which these novels don't expound), so I overlooked them being fiction.

But it's painful to reflect on any last 5 pages and to say to myself, "So, basically, I could have written that in 5 sentences."

What do you, write to it, like mail?

I remember when our house got an answering machine.
So convenient for everyone calling us: no one had to listen to endless ring tones!


Oh Deutschland, why are you guys so hilarious?

Reminds me a lot of the surf/skate culture at my high school.

Read the full article about 'Extreme Sitting' here.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

"It's a great day to be great"

Do people in Green Bay refer to them as "Pack" i.e. "Go Pack!"
I don't feel like fact checking it, but I've been saying this all day.
If my bandwagon status wasn't clear, there you are (can you blame me for hating menace-to-society-quarterbacks?)

But let's be honest, this is going to be circling the interwebs for the next week, so I thought I'd count myself among the first.

My only question: where was your A-game, commercials? Especially, um, 'Chevy Runs Deep'?

My former college athlete Med school friend mourning the end of football season:
"Ugh, now onto methadone [March Madness] ... it's good, it's just not heroin."