I'm going to the beach!
And I'm taking all the area's bloggers with me. We'll return your internets to you in June.
Or, in all likelihood, much sooner. You know bloggers can't resist wifi!
between a roux and a bechamel
And I'm taking all the area's bloggers with me. We'll return your internets to you in June.
Can we all recognize that despite being a little more boring than previous seasons at times, the Richard/Antonia/Stephanie trifecta are some of the strongest, classiest competitors the show's ever had? When has Restaurant Wars ever gone well? The judges had only one minor complaint while eating at their restaurant, and it was about dessert. No menu gaffes, no front of the house debacles, no ill-fated decor choices, no in-fighting. They did it right. And Dale continued to prove that he's Not Hung. He may have an attitude, but one that makes his performance crumble. And he's just not as good as Hung was. When he and
The Best Blog on the Internet turned 1 today! My dear DCeiver reminded me to blog them some birthday wishes, let me first start with a most heartfelt sentiment: I am so glad you were born! News, gossip, bonnerkiller feminist issues, getting people from the inside lines of crazy worlds like sephora and modeling to give the real scoop, truly insane relationship stories, refreshing media coverage... you do it all! And you do it really, really well. So good on ya, jezebel. I hope the next year of your existence brings you more insiders who want to squeal, more snappy and smart writers, more good news to report on, and more brilliance when you report the bad. Happy birthday!
The NY Mag Gossip Girl girls posted a chat about whether it'd be incest -- and whether it'd be gross -- if Rufus & Lilly got married and Dan & Serena stayed together. Their verdict: no, not so much. It's an interesting topic, but let's not forget: coupling that's a little close for comfort is a time honored tradition in soap opera land. I can't even count how many questionable relationships have happened in Springfield or Oakdale in my lifelong enjoyment of the shows (countless people wedding fathers and sons, distant cousin relationships a-go-go, and of course plenty of "we fell in love, and then found out we're siblings!" story lines). The greatest/grosses, however, obviously being Jonathan & Tammy on Guidling Light. These two were actual first cousins (well maybe half first cousins somehow, but, their mothers are sisters. it was gross.), and the issue was never even ADDRESSED on the show. Well, it may have been -- this happened mostly after I got a Grown Up Job so I wasn't watching the daytime soaps like I used to. But in what I did see, all sorts of family members took all sorts of issues to their coupling -- but not once did I see an argument hinged around their familial closeness. And they were a central couple on the show for a few years! Anyway, I really just wanted to write this post to make use of one of my favorite quotes from The O.C., as Julie Cooper and Caleb Nichol prepare to wed:
Seth: Yeah, yeah. Me and Marissa? We could be related. I don’t know. I can’t even do the math. But the real kicker is … Julie Cooper: My Grandma. My Grandma wears Uggs. Think about it.
Liz directed my attention to this Stone Harbor tote now being sold by Urban Outfitters. That's very exciting to me! That's because I've spent a large chunk of my life in Stone Harbor. My great grandfather bought our little house there in the 1910's. So much of my quality growing up time was spent stomping around the marshes and crabbing and swimming and walking into town to get italian water ice. I love that place. It is my happy place. I'm glad it's inspired someone to design a... tote bag on its behalf. Sure, why not. Although, I don't really think it evokes Stone Harbor to me very much. I get the rough, potato sack type fabric -- beachy, unfussy. But it's dark. And it's tall and narrow -- which for a purse, means "makes finding things difficult." And those short straps also mean lugging it around in your hand rather than over your shoulder. I don't associate any burdens with SH, so I think something a little more accommodating would be better. And now I really, really want to get in my car and drive to south Jersey.
This Crap Email from a Dude (and more importantly, the behavior described in the introduction) is terribly and completely creepy. The whole story made me shudder, so I felt compelled to share it/rant on it. This is the kind of guy that liked me in high school, and the kind of guy that a couple of my girlfriends attract en masse still. Commenter kansasgirl sums up exactly why this isn't ok (and why it's not just a girl's inability to take a compliment, as other commenters have suggested):
I mean, I'm pretty great, but I know it takes a while to see just how great I am. If you think I'm that great after a few hours with me, you're either projecting your ideal woman onto me or you're just desperate, neither of which is very attractive.
These don't necessarily have anything in common other than the fact that they're all videos I wanted to post.
I am a bad daughter and forgot to post about this sooner, but better late than never. My mom's neighborhood is all fitted and ready to roll for FiOS, and she's trying to decide whether or not to go for it. It seems awesome -- but it means switching over phone, cable and internet all to one service, so if there are bugs to be aware of, she'd like to be in the know. What is the common wisdom on FiOS, internets? Good? Bad? Good for certain services but not others? Any advice is welcome. Thanks!
A friend of mine started a book club. I said, hey sure, that sounds fun. I missed the first meeting (I was in Costa Rica, and had already read the book). The second is fast approaching (June 2), but I've got a week at the beach coming up that would be a perfect time to read up! Only problem: I can't find the book! Amazon doesn't have it. Fairfax County Public Libraries don't have it. What's a girl to do? Ask the internets, of course. So, anybody out there have a copy of Nervous Conditions by Tsitsi Dangarembga I could borrow? ASAP?
Ya know what? I have a really fun life. It was another delightful weekend in the District. Friday night I finally tried Thai Xing, which I've heard so very much about but never had (they're famous for amazing food prepared by literally one guy in a tiny kitchen; you order about an hour before you'll be ready to pick it up and take it home). I brought it over to Kate & Kay's and we enjoyed shrimp green curry (my pick, and it was excellent), shrimp fried rice (really good -- included pineapples!) and chicken pad thai (I usually prefer pad thai to be a little sweeter than this, but it was still excellent). So the verdict: believe the hype. Thai Xing is the shit.
That's the name of the new album from The Raconteurs. Aside from the news about its early release and the band's decision not to release any preview copies, I haven't heard a single thing about it since it came out. No reviews, no MP3s floating around. Nothin. I meant to pick it up right away -- given how much I adore their first album and the individual work of all of the band's members. But since record stores don't exist around me anymore, it took a while.
In my ongoing effort to be better about actually listening to the music that gets sent to me, I've been dutifully clicking through more mp3 links than usual of late. So here are my immediate reactions to a handful of tracks:
Hi! When I woke up this morning, I thought it was Monday for some reason. So when Matt Lauer & Co. told me that it was exactly the work-week opposite of that, I couldn't have been happier. OR COULD I? This morning's Today Show featured the reunion of New Kids On The Block. I actually wasn't too excited leading up to their performance -- I haven't actually pined for them much since the height of their popularity (though I was a rabid fan at the time). But color me surprised as I proceeded to giggle and tear up a little bit throughout their opening medley of hits. They even did their old dance moves! I'm kind of embarrassed by how much I enjoyed it. Not much has changed -- people still squeal the most for Joey's solos, Donnie's still got mad charisma, and Jonathan still looks like he doesn't want to be there. And Jordan's voice is still a little shaky despite being the lead singer, and Danny is still... there.
Last year on Mother's Day, mom and I had one of the best meal's either of us can remember at Indigo Landing. Hoping for a repeat performance, we made plans to go there again this year. What we found when we arrived was... disappointing to say the least.
Saturday evening, my fearless leader Sommer was kind enough to bring me along with her to the Kanye West show at Nissan. (It goes without saying that, despite the hour of ridiculous and unnecessary traffic we waded through thanks to that venue, I'm very glad I was there Saturday and not Sunday. *) One of Sommer's good friends is the official documentarian on this tour (and then some), so he got us great seats for the show. Thanks to the aforementioned traffic, we didn't get to see any of the 3 openers -- all of whom I'd like to have (Lupe Fiasco, N.E.R.D. and Rihanna). But Kanye's show was amazing enough to make the drive out to the boonies worth it.
Trailer for the new X Files movie! As I discussed with Emily last night at the Ezracue, old episodes of The X Files (as can be enjoyed on several networks in syndication) are still completely awesome and creepy and, did I mention awesome? I cannot wait for this movie. And, did you spy Xzibit and Leoben in the trailer? Hott.
This is all true. I haven't even eaten at half of those places, but when I think back to living in cville, the first thing I think of is the food. Anybody want to go on an eating tour with me sometime this summer?
As I've mentioned before, I get a lot of promo cd's in the mail. I mean, a lot. A really lot. So many more than a person could ever actually listen to, that I seldom if ever even actually listen at all (unless I was scheduled to review the album or am excited to hear it). I know, I know -- pooooor amanda and all her free music, wah wah wah. But really, they clog up my post box, they take up space in my apartment, and they make me feel guilty for not listening to each and every one. And I've been wondering lately about the wisdom -- both from economic and ecological standpoints -- of individually packaging and sending out copies of albums to each reviewer. In the digital age, it's just unnecessary.
Inspired by Nikky's roasted chicken and vegetables dish on this week's Top Chef (and by my own boredom, hunger and desire for something simple and delicious), I took a stab at my own version tonight. Protein, starch and vegetables all in one roasting pan.