Monthly Archives: November 2012

Friday Five

And suddenly, it was December. Are the months getting shorter while I’m not looking? Wasn’t it just August? I feel like this is an oft-repeated complaint, but it’s true. The year is flying by and it’s been completely unremarkable in its speed. I love winter, I’m thrilled tomorrow is December (my birthday month! And Hanukkah! And Christmas! And New Year’s! PRESENTS!), I just….I want it to slow down a bit.

1. Baby Monkey Print / 2. Dress / 3. Made in Chelsea / 4. French Baguette candle / 5. “Gone Girl”

Speaking of going by in a flash, I finished “Gone Girl” last night. Continue reading

November 30, 2012 / art / photo / fashion / vanity / Friday Five / read / watch / LEAVE A COMMENT / 27

The Importance of “Said”

Part of being A Very Serious Writer involves reading. A ton. Reading anything I can get my hands on, voraciously, distractedly, constantly. Writing can’t operate in a vacuum, and words are meant to be read. Consuming the written word makes you a better writer the way eating tons of fast food makes you fat: the language sticks to you and fills you up and gives your brain something to pull from. That’s deep, yo. ARE YOU LISTENING, NEW YORK TIMES?

I recently came across the repeated insistence of other writers to stop using said bookisms. You know, those words you substitute for “said” after a line of dialogue, and I’m going to pretend I knew that’s what they were called all along. They look like this: “Watch out!” Mary screamed. “I love you,” proclaimed Alex. “I’m waiting in the basement to watch you while you sleep,” giggled the man who lives in my basement and watches me while I sleep. Those. Anytime you use a word other than “said,” it momentarily jars the reader’s brain, pulling them ever-so-slightly out of the moment in the story. Stephen King brings it up in his book “On Writing,” that “said” is always the best choice because of its invisibility. If the dialogue is written well enough, you don’t need to tell the reader that a character yelled or was crying or avoiding something. You can add a qualifying descriptor after the word “said,” if you have to. “I love you,” Alex said quietly. “I love you,” Alex said sarcastically. Alex is kind of a dick, what can I say.

And that was your little writing lesson for today. Any examples from something you’re reading right now? I’m almost finished “Gone Girl” (I started it on Tuesday) and while I’m not reading it for its great literary value, it’s definitely engrossing.

November 29, 2012 / read / watch / LEAVE A COMMENT / 27

Downton Abbey

via Vanity Fair

I know, I know, I’m like a million years late to the party on this, but whoa. I am hooked! I finally get what all the fuss is about. Given that I like pretty much all Masterpiece Classics, I’d tried watching the first episode of Downton Abbey a few months ago but, shockingly, wasn’t sufficiently grabbed (I happened to try while we were entrenched in a marathon of The Wire, so I’m chalking my lackluster reaction to it up to the fact that no one got shot or sold crack or was yelled “Omar comin’!”). Monday night I decided to try again, because why not, and I ended up watching 3 hours that night, and 4 hours last night, finishing the entire first season in 2 days. Boyfriend left for a short business trip this morning, so I foresee myself blazing through the second season before the end of the week.

I don’t have to go into detail as to what the show is about, right? Giant English estate in the early 20th century, Upstairs/Downstairs elements, love stories, British aristocracy and the (now) arcane servant class, WWI. The characters! The drama! The wildly fantastic house and decor! Maggie Smith! For those of you who’ve watched and loved this show already (hello, the entire world) I needn’t (needn’t! I’ve been watching too much of it, clearly) remind you of how brilliant and subtly hilarious she is throughout the show, posh and old-fashioned to the point of being unbearable, save for her scathing wit and withering stares. For the rest of you, and anyone else who just wants to revel in her genius:

Have you seen it? Season 3 starts early next year and I don’t know how I’ll cope with having to wait a week between each episode. Someone fetch me the smelling salts and lead me to a fainting couch!

November 28, 2012 / read / watch / LEAVE A COMMENT / 22

Tuesday Tunes

Have I ever mentioned my love of Fiona Apple before?  I wouldn’t have survived the ages of 13-17 without her first two albums. Or maybe I would have and I would have been less indulgently melodramatic all those years. I’ve seen her in concert twice and even got a photo of her leaving the back of the venue (my poor dad waited for hours in the cold with me for it). I was less than in love with her third album “Extraordinary Machine” (the demos that leaked months before the album were far better than the actual album) and I’m still warming up to her newest one, “The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do.” What? You think that’s a long and rambling title? Her second album title came in at 90 words and I still know the whole thing by heart: “When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king. What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight and he’ll win the whole thing ‘fore he enters the ring. There’s no body to batter when your mind is your might. So when you go solo you hold your own hand and remember that depth is the greatest of heights. And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land and if you fall it won’t matter, cause you’ll know that you’re right.” It’s commonly abridged to “When the Pawn” because can you imagine dropping that in conversation? It’s is still one of my all-time favorite albums and the songs that were once heartbreak anthems and angry letters to boys I knew are now nostalgic and sentimental.

Amazon offered me a $2 mp3 credit for some reason or another, and during Black Friday her new album was on sale for $3.99, so I only spent a whole $1.99 on it. I’m still having residual guilt over it; I remember when CDs were $18 a pop and the rush I would get from buying a physical copy and leafing through the cover insert. Anyway. This is the first single from her 4th album, and it’s weird.

So, what have we learned after watching that? Well, for starters, Fiona Apple is still batshit insane, which was always my favorite thing about her, after those gorgeous puppy-dog eyes. I’m not going to pretend I understand why she is wearing an octopus on her head or rolling around in the dirt with snails, but hey, at least there’s a shot of the Eiffel Tower in there. Fiona Apple + Paris = awesome, regardless of the giant sea-monster that makes an appearance in the Seine. I’m particularly in love with the lines “Every single night’s a fight with my brain” and “I just want to feel everything.” I’m such a deep and sensitive flower, you guys.

November 27, 2012 / Tuesday Tunes / LEAVE A COMMENT / 6

Writing

Having a 4 day weekend is just about the most glorious thing in the universe. I slept past 10:30 three of the days, and generally lounged around in sweatpants until the mid-afternoon, at which point Boyfriend would scrunch up his nose at me and suggest, ever so politely, that maybe I’d like to join the world of the living and tend to my stink. I ate well, probably too well (or too poorly, depending on how you feel about gummy bears for breakfast), and spent a lot of time hanging out with friends and family. Thanksgiving was the highlight, and the day capped off with some cuddling on the couch with my nieces, watching Madagascar 3 in 3D. How was everyone’s holiday & weekend?

I also made some serious progress on le book. I schlepped my computer desk into the guest room so I could write undisturbed, though Fitz didn’t really seem to take the hint and preferred to sleep curled up on a ball on the chair right next to me just in case I decided I wanted to play with him.  The desk won’t stay in there forever, as it doesn’t really fit, but for now it’s nice to soak up all the Parisian inspiration. I’m up to a whopping 16 pages now (I’ll be expecting a New York Times book review ANY DAY NOW), and yesterday I got so absorbed in the storyline that I actually lost track of time. It was a pretty magical feeling. Though I’ve said it before, writing is honestly 20% research, 10% writing, and 70% sitting there staring at the screen. The percentages can fluctuate, but I’m slowly learning to accept how frustrating the whole process is and just surrender to it.

Also, my list of place to visit in Paris in March for “book research” is growing.

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November 26, 2012 / life / dog / LEAVE A COMMENT / 34

Tangoes

Have you ever played Tangoes? It’s sometimes called Tangrams. It’s an ancient Chinese logic game my dad and I used to play all the time and something I found over the weekend while cleaning. Talk about a flood of memories. The cards have different shapes on them, and you have to recreate them using little plastic triangles (his version had two sets of pieces, one red, one black). Needless to say, he beat me every time.

I completely cheated on this one and used the solution on the back of the card to help me out. Look, it’s been years since I’ve played and my brain isn’t what it used to be. I blame the internet. I played for a while the other night and managed to get into a good rhythm, but then couldn’t figure out how to put all the pieces back in the case. They’re supposed to make a square. Unfortunately, there are no cheating instructions for that, and I ended up laughing by myself, knowing my dad was somewhere laughing at me, too.

I think I’ll buy a set for my nieces for Christmas, though I’m sure they won’t have any interest. At 8, my oldest niece already has a Kindle Fire, a Nintendo DS, a point-and-shoot camera, and is asking for an iPod touch for Christmas. Kids these days…

 

November 23, 2012 / life / dog / LEAVE A COMMENT / 6

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, kiddos. I meant to post this earlier but I slept until 11am (dude, I am so thankful for that). I am thankful for so many things and I couldn’t let the day pass without taking a moment to be grateful (pains me though it does to stop talking about Paris and Gary Oldman and buying stuff for even a moment). I’m thankful for the successful dinner party we hosted last night (no one got food poisoning!); I’m thankful for the wide and wonderful group of friends, old and new, that I have; I’m thankful for the stable job I have, even if I wish I could stay and home and write all day; I’m thankful for the incredible, supportive family I get to spend the day with; I’m thankful for the two adorable boys I live with (Boyfriend and Fitz, duh) who put up with me on a daily basis; and I’m thankful for all of you, who stop by here and make this all worthwhile. Happy Thanksgiving, I hope you spend it surrounded by love. And cranberry sauce from a can. Because I’m sorry, there is just no acceptable alternative.

November 22, 2012 / life / dog / LEAVE A COMMENT / 10

Facing Your Fears

If you’ve ever worked in a traditional office setting (cubicles, harsh lighting, soul-crushing monotony) then you know the saving grace to the otherwise dull environment are funny work emails exchanged between coworkers, especially during short weeks like this one. Every so often, the internet provides something so wondrous and inexplicable that it must be shared with everyone who sits around you. Herbie, whose birthday it was yesterday, actually gave us the best present of all, in the form of this video. Within 10 minutes it had been forwarded to everyone in the office. I had tears rolling down my face. If you heard riotous laughter followed by a giant ker-SPLAT, that was my entire office losing their shit followed by our collective productivity falling off a cliff.

The show is called “Killer Karaoke” and is everything the name implies. What follows is…well, you just have to watch it. Grab some tissues, brace your ribcage, and enjoy.

I keep thinking that it will get less funny the more times I watch it, but it doesn’t! Her pure and unadulterated abject terror and her insistence to keep singing even as she is screaming bloody murder…it’s a joy to watch. It’s impossible to be in a bad mood and watch that video. Also this one, of a baby Red Panda being surprised. You know, in case you’ve ever wanted to know how I react when someone startles me. This one came courtesy of my mom:

This post had no point, other than laughter is good for you.

November 21, 2012 / random / LEAVE A COMMENT / 11

Tuesday Tunes

I’ve mentioned many times my musical ineptitude, but the story behind today’s Tuesday Tunes makes me look even worse, in a funny way. The other day at work, I was checking out Young House Love, specifically this adorable video of their daughter Clara dancing better than I ever have. I was struck immediately by the music in the video. It was the end of the day and it was only me, Herbie, and Brett left in the office. That’s important to mention because those two have an extensive music collection between the two of them, and both have significantly better taste in tunes than I do. Case in point: I’ve apparently been living under a rock the past 6 years while the indie duo Matt & Kim have been making music and, you know, generally being amazing. So impressed with myself for finding a new song and thinking Matt & Kim were some brand new artist, I pop up out of my cube, throw my hand jauntily on my hip and ask the boys, “Have you guys heard of a band called Matt & Kim?!” Oh, the pitying stares I received. There was a pause while they both surveyed me to see if I was being facetious, and then they both asked varying versions of the same question: “You’re just now hearing about Matt & Kim?” Cue the next half hour of, “Have you heard of this really awesome band, _____?” only they’d fill it in with obvious choices. Though I shouldn’t say obvious because again, I live in a tiny little impenetrable bubble where I only have 9 albums on my iPod, and 4 are by Keane.

Ahem.

Here is today’s song, courtesy of my cluelessness.

Come on. The beat in this song is amazing. I’ve listened to it approximately 45 times since discovering it. Aren’t they just the cutest band in the world? What other bands have I completely missed? What are you listening to this week?

November 20, 2012 / Tuesday Tunes / LEAVE A COMMENT / 8

French Class (Oh, mon dieu.)

So! French class! Oui! I promised to give you a full run-down of how the day went, but here’s the condensed version: I love French. I love the language. I wish I’d given it  all my attention in high school when it was free and daily (comment dit-on: “hindsight is 20/20?”) or majored in it in college. I think I would have gotten the same amount of use out of a French degree as I have my Photojournalism degree, but at least I would have been fluent and maybe gotten to study abroad. IN PARIS.

Anyway, le classe. The Basic class was a group of 7, all adults in their 50s-60s and one smoking-hot Canadian girl whose last name was actually “French” COME ON. There were 8 at first but one lady got too overwhelmed and moved next door to the Beginner class. Honestly, I thought that was going to be me, but just like when we were in France and Belgium in May, I was surprised by how much of the language I actually retained. The entire 6 hours was en Français, and I could understand 95% of what was happening. Now, this was probably because the teachers (native French women, who took 3 hour shifts) were speaking slower and less colloquially and using lots and lots of hand gestures, but still. Rachel, the second teacher, made a joke en Français and I got it. Guys, I don’t even understand jokes in English sometimes (my mom can back me up on this). The problem I have isn’t comprehension, it’s the lack of confidence in formulating responses and sounding like I know what I’m saying. As much as I need to work on my participe-passes (past participles!) I need to work on not worrying I sound comme un gauche Américaine. 

We worked on the comparatif: plus de/que (more than), moins de/que (less than), autant de/que (the same as); we studied French advertisements and explained what was going on (jeu de mot: word-play!); described ourselves, asked questions about other people in the class; read an essay on the differences between child-rearing in America and France (newsflash: the French think we are too lenient with our kids). Whenever we tried to slip into English (even to say, “Oh god, what’s the word for…?”) Rachel or Julie would promptly repeat, “En Francais, s’il vous plait!” It was just like being back in 10th grade French class, only I couldn’t bribe the teacher with ice cream from the vending machine in the cafeteria to skip class and hang out with my best friend (that happened. On more than one occasion). I came home with lots of hand-outs and useful notes, and was told I have nice skin and a good French accent. And I am so, so glad I did went. It was totally worth it. I’m so excited for the 10 week course that starts in December.

Semi-related: do you know how much it takes out of you just to sit in a metal folding chair all day? My body was literally not conditioned for it, I don’t know how I sat through school all day everyday for so long. Mon derrière etait fatigue apres six heures (“My ass was tired after 6 hours.”)

Semi-related part 2: I still remember a song we learned in 11th grade French about making participles agree with the subject in the past-imperfect tense. It was a list of verbs, and if you asked any Masterman alum to sing it right now, they could. And now that I’ve mentioned it I have to sing it, but you won’t get the full effect of the melody. “Aller, venir, entrer, sortir, monter, desecendre, arriver, partir, rester, retourner, tomber, mourir, et nâitre avec être: le participe-passe s’accord avec le sujet (revenir, devinir, rentrer).”

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November 19, 2012 / life / dog / LEAVE A COMMENT / 29