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September 25, 2007 Leave a comment

Went to a coworker’s back yard party (like a barbecue, only without any actual grilling). There was paella and Jell-O shots. Skirt steak and flan. Two kinds of cheesecake, wine, and those little Filipino egg rolls. Meat skewers, corn on the cob, and mashed potatoes. Wine. Lots and lots of wine. Filipina coworkers are the BEST.

Also: Truthfully, I have never before seen a six-year-old girl’s pink princess bedroom. It was AMAZING. There was a little pink canopy on the bed, Disney decals on the wall, and a pink plastic vanity with a button that, when pressed, replaced your refection with a light-up image of Ariel. The six-year-old herself was adorable and tiny and princesslike. It was surreal.

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MY Pick: The Host

September 18, 2007 Leave a comment

So…the 2006 Korean monster flick “The Host” is my new favorite movie of all time. It’s easily the most manga-esque (or, in this case, manhwa-esque) live action film I’ve ever seen. Even if the ending is kind of a downer by American standards, I laughed and laughed the whole way through, because the Park family is hilarious. As soon as the the suicide in the third scene jumped to his death in disgust (final words: “Morons till the end”), I knew this was the movie for me. Even funnier is the mourning scene when the Parks believe their beloved child, Hyun-seo, has been eaten by the monster. Funniest. Scene. Ever.

That said, the characters – cartoonish as they are throughout most of the film – are also genuinely human and compelling enough to make me cry. Twice. During two viewings. Yeah, I’m a sap, but it’s just that good. And the conclusion…is actually memorable.

For fans of Wonhyo (or his bridge), the big showdown with the gross, slimy, yet oddly graceful beast takes place on Wonhyo Bridge. All the incompetant everymen who people this movieverse could have been played by David Foley. And, on the DVD extras, the director spends 5 minutes apologizing profusely to all the various people he wronged during the shoot. Can’t get any better than that.

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Coincidence, or FOUL PLAY?

September 13, 2007 Leave a comment

Ah. Just when the NY public library branches start being open 6 days a week (They have posters! Flaunting a big damn “6”! In bus depots!), my own neighborhood branch SHUTS DOWN COMPLETELY UNTIL (tentatively) OCTOBER to REPLACE THEIR CARPETING.

I am convinced that my local librarians simply do not want me to read.

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September 5, 2007 Leave a comment

Hmm…the new iPod Touch. I sort of want it. At the very least, I want to touch one. I never wanted an iPhone because I hate (talking to) people, but the iPod Touch fixes that bug.

Confidentially, though, I use a SanDisk Sansa for all my MP3 playing, subscription service-compatible needs. And I’m vaguely torn between operating systems, but in love with none. Sigh! I’m so disillusioned.

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September 5, 2007 Leave a comment

I love reading reviews of hip-hop CDs in the New York Times. It’s so awkward! “Yeah…that Kanye…he’s kind of an egomaniac, isn’t he, with all that…bling? And now, back to the blood-soaked crisis in the Middle East…”

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September 4, 2007 112 comments

The kind doctor at the walk in clinic thought I might have chicken pox, which was definitely far from my own diagnosis of one overzealous mosquito inordinately fond of my left boob. Luckily, I have failed to develop either shingles or a life threatening pneumonia, so I think I win. And they did take me seriously and give me drugs, so now both my breasts are back to being the same size, more or less. So, thumbs up on the Duane Reade walk in medical care, at least before it gets too popular, or flu season rolls around.

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September 2, 2007 Leave a comment

It turns out that mojitos are as labor intensive to make as they are tasty to drink. Kudos to dad for successfully mixing a batch! Ah, minty goodness.

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