Thursday, March 31, 2011

today on zulily

Since a certain friend of mine (i.e. Lily's mom) introduced me to Zulily, it's become the one site from which I receive a daily promotional email that I DON'T delete without opening.  I'm neither a Mom, Baby, or Kid, but either the internet-world-wide-webs doesn't know that or Zulily is spending a stupid amount of money on advertising because I swear, lately, there's been a banner ad on nearly every site I visit.

I've yet to purchase anything; I was deeply chagrined to have missed the boat on the Melissa & Doug alphabet stamp set I wanted and I never worked up the nerve to buy the discounted-but-still-expensive pair of shoes I coveted a few weeks ago. The books/games/toys/etc I peruse in a professional capacity and the Mom stuff in a female capacity and, the baby clothes?

Okay... the perusing of the baby clothes is marginally an exercise in uterus-wrenching sadomasochism. I fully recognize that to maintain a "hope chest" of baby accessories (a la Julia Roberts' BFF in Eat Pray Love*) is not something I can justify either financially or emotionally at this point in my life.  (As the same friend pointed out, if/when I have a child, the world will still be full of adorable baby clothes.)

So instead of buying, blogging; I can blog about all the uber-cute kids' stuff that I'd buy if I could.

This inaugural post, however, will be an exception to the rule.





Note the above ensemble? Due in large part, no doubt, to its presence on the site's front page, the raincoat is all gone. But the umbrella and boots are still available. You'd think I'd love this, right? Fits in perfectly with my favorite color scheme.

No. NO. My first thought when I saw it?


That's right. "Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil, if she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will." Or rather, Glenn Close in the guise of Cruella de Vil.

As far as I'm concerned, not a good look, particularly for the preschool set.

 Why? Subject of a later post: Barbies that SHOULD not exist.

 P.S. If you're looking to become addicted to Zulily too, ask yours truly for an invite.


I chose this picture to be color-coordinated.
Also for the eye candy
* Zzzzzzzzzzz. Way to take an awesome book and turn it into a mediocre, disjointed snoozefest. Dear Javier Bardem, thanks for showing up and making this movie suck slightly less. Dear Hollywood - go ahead, continue to make bestsellers into movies if you must... but please take extra special care with the non-fiction ones.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

this will soon be mine!!!!

From Knappies on Etsy. I've become quite enamored of the wristlet Emily let me borrow for my trip, but it's not quite big enough to be functional. Voila, problem solved.

This will soon be mine too, but it's way less exciting. Although I opted for black because I plan on adding my little ladybug patches to it somewhere, if possible. Are we noticing a color theme here?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Countdown to Doctor Who - Look behind you Mr. President




The new series of Doctor Who begins at Easter with The Impossible Astronaut. But before that we have a short scene written by Steven Moffat that reveals a little of what we can expect from the adventure … and what the Doctor will be facing! via the BBC

Also, behold my new wallpaper (i.e. the newly revealed "iconic image") - available here.

 Oh Amy Pond, how I've missed you!

VERA: vintage ladybug love


 I'm a little behind the times in my sadomasochistic perusal of the Anthropologie catalog - what with my change of address and all. This ladybug rug appeared in the catalog a number of months ago, but is still readily available on the website.

Thick-pile wool-silk, inspired by the iconic lucky charm of the legendary Vera. Each rug is handtufted and exclusive to Anthropologie.
  • Wool, silk; cotton backing
  • Professionally clean
  • 8' square
  • Imported

And the price? A cool $1,698.00 (Though only $20 for shipping, which all things considered, seems like a steal.)

Here's the thing: I covet it not; what, pray tell, would I do with a ladybug rug that cost so much I'd be afraid to put so much as a toe on it?  But I WAS intrigued as to who/what Vera is/was, what with it being "legendary" and all.  (Despite my near-obsessive love affair with the Anthropologie catalog,  I'm about as far from a fashionista as is possible without being a nudist, so I won't apologize for my ignorance on this point.)  Not Vera Wang. DEFINITELY not Vera Bradley. The original Vera, Vera Neumann.


Grace Potter & The Nocturnals - Apologies


My favorite Grace Potter & The Nocturnals song "Apologies" before they went glam.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Boyce Avenue - "Teenage Dream" Cover

I liked Katy Perry when she first debuted, but now? I kinda just want her and her boobs to go away. I enjoy Boyce Avenue's cover of "Teenage Dream" much more than the original. Check it.

Sci-Fi Summer

I'm not a graphic novel/comic book fan. I just can't abide all that bubble text and visual stimulation. However, the nerd in me does love science fiction and this summer brings some exciting new movies!

First up is Thor opening in the U.S. on May 6th. Since I know nothing about the Marvel comic and I'm not a pimply, obsessive 15-year-old boy (I jest), I'm not able to nitpick the inconsistencies between comic and movie. It's a movie adaptation, people! Of course there will be differences! I can't say that the trailer has me very interested though. I worry about Anthony Hopkins's presence. Will it make me hang my head in shame as I did with Liam Neeson and Rafe Fiennes in Clash of the Titans or Ben Kingsley in Blood Rayne?


X-Men: First Class comes out June 3rd. Despite my distaste for prequels (can we say Star Wars?), my favorite German Irishman Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy compel me to see this movie. Also, the fact that Brett Ratner is in NO WAY involved. There was a 3rd X-Men movie? What?! I have no idea what you're talking about....(Seriously, I've blocked it from memory.)


On July 22nd, we get Captain America: The First Avenger. I've never really given Chris Evans much thought one way or the other, but I love Tommy Lee Jones and Hugo Weaving. On a side note, the hobbitness of Chris Evans in the trailer made me giggle.


And perhaps what I am most giddy about is Cowboys & Aliens premiering July 29th! Sheer brilliance! I love cowboys and it's refreshing to see cowboy versus alien rather than the same old cowboy and indian war. Plus, James Bond and Han Solo kicking ass together?! Hell, yeah!

get thee to a Redbox

In the grand tradition of Armageddon and Deep Impact (1998), Volcano and Dante's Peak (1997), and a bunch of other movies I'm neglecting to mention but which are outlined here, Hollywood brings us two movies with eerily similar themes/plotlines opening within weeks/months of each other.

Exhibit A: No Strings Attached



Exhibit B: Friends With Benefits


So which of these two gems am I most likely to pull out of a RedBox? Based solely on the trailers, I'm going to have to go with Friends With Benefits. I'll admit it, I laughed really, really hard at the "you fight like a hamster" bit of the No Strings Attached trailer. That might be the one and only time that I've laughed at anything Ashton Kutcher has said or done since he bid farewell to Kelso. (Unlike Salon writer Andrew O'Hehir, I am completely oblivious to what his headline writer calls his "massive star potential.") Oh yeah, and that song they're using? "Ours" by The Bravery, which, and I know this is hard to believe considering how angsty it sounds, is from the Eclipse soundtrack. And yes, I know the Eclipse soundtrack is actually very good, but I have to be derisive of it on principle.

In contrast, Friends With Benefits, explicitly references "Closing Time" by Semisonic, also known as the quasi-official song of the Class of 1998. So as a member of the Class of 1998, I'm like, contractually obligated to see this film. (Though not, oddly enough, to attend high school reunions.) Couple this with the explicitly dissing of Katherine Heigl, and I'm totally there.

food, glorious [San Franciscan] food, part I

Having just returned from visiting Blake in San Francisco, it seems I should chronicle what I did there. Of course, what I mostly did was eat, something I have no regrets about since something like 9/10 of my pre-trip to-do list was food-related.
This is as close as I've ever gotten to Alcatraz.
As for those things on my food list that I didn't get to, I'm most sad at having missed my chance to experience Schweet Boks Cereal Bar & Cafe; Blake's been talking the place up pretty much since it opened but, alas, it has closed after a mere six months. I can only hope that Dexter will some day find the capital to reincarnate it elsewhere in the city. So what did I eat and how was it? In (somewhat) chronological order:

Fish tacos from The Taco Shop at Underdogs:

I've always resisted going here because it is essentially a bar (a sports bar no less), and Ali doesn't do bars. But I was persuaded, finally because 1.) it was only 5 or so in the afternoon 2.) both our first and second choice for dinner were closed and 3.) having fallen in love with fish tacos at Fiesta Mexico (i.e. the Mexican restaurant in York that isn't El Serrano's or El Rodeo and USED to be Hardee's), I was ready to brave the hipster crowd for a chance at a first-rate taco.

And my pollo taco, "Nick's Way," was brilliant, in both idea and taste. "Nick's way" = one grilled crispy corn tortilla & one soft tortilla filled with Monterey Jack cheese, pinto beans, pico de gallo & guacamole. In other words, the crunch of a hard taco coupled with the structural integrity of a soft taco. Like I said, brilliant!

The fish taco ("Beer battered fish in two soft corn tortillas with cilantro, cabbage & red onions. Lime & roasted tomato salsas") I ordered was, at Blake's recommendation, NOT Nick's way. The fish taco I received WAS Nick's way, and since I didn't press the issue, I can't rightly complain, even though it cost extra. All I can say is that I'm not in a position to comment upon the awesomeness of this particular fish taco because all I could taste was guacamole (although very good guacamole).


Indian Pizza from Golden Gate Indian Cuisine and Pizza:

"Special Spinach Curry sauce, fresh Ginger, fresh Cilantro, fresh Tomatoes, Red Onions & Tandoori Chicken with Mozzarella Cheese."

Blake and I serendipitously stumbled upon this place and its Indian lunch buffet on one of our treks to Ocean Beach. We were intrigued enough by the idea of Indian pizza to order one once and since then... let's just say this place was the ONLY San Francisco restaurant whose number made it into the memory of my phone and was officially #1 on my food to-do list. Indian pizza = even better a day or two later, once the spices have had a chance to absorb into the crust.


Tea Leaf Salad from Burma Superstar:
    Were it not for Aung San Suu Kyi, Burma would tie with Laos for "Southeast Asian country whose existence I'm least likely to remember." That is, until I got a taste of the food.

    My introduction was another serendipitous event, a visit to the Thai/Burmese lunch buffet at Pagan. The buffet was nearly over and the food was mostly cold, but even so the food was so good (and the hostess so nice) that we were looking forward to the awesomeness of having it freshly prepared.
    Wynne @ Sutro Baths

    That opportunity arose during Wynne's visit, when her friend suggested Mandalay for dinner (it has the distinction of being the 1st Burmese restaurant in SF), where we had the scrumptiously beautiful 20-ingredient-mixed-at-the-table Rainbow Salad. But THE place for Burmese in San Francisco is Burma Superstar. We've never passed the place without there being a line out the front door. Which is why when we passed it this time (during our EPIC 8 mile Saint Patrick's day walking tour) and there WASN'T a line, we just HAD to stop. So we did, and shared the Tea Leaf Salad and equally awesome Black Bean Chicken Lotus and Asparagus. The Tea Leaf Salad gets top billing only because it's been featured on Food Network. 

      To be continued...

    Tuesday, March 22, 2011

    Alexz Johnson - Trip Around the World


    I like to amuse myself by clicking on twitter trending topics and reading the ridiculous tweets of amazingly dimwitted people, but yesterday I noticed Alexz Johnson was trending and surprise surprise I actually know who that is and like her! If you've never caught an episode of the Canadian show Instant Star, you should. It's good teen soapy stuff. Best of all, the girl actually has musical talent. Shocking in today's pop music world, I know.

    Thursday, March 17, 2011

    Róisín Murphy - Let Me Know


    I'm feeling some Róisín Murphy today. "Running Man?" Aw yeah, get it, girl!

    St. Patrick

    Happy St. Patrick's Day! Here's a clip from Brown Bag Films' Academy Award nominated short film Give Up Yer Aul Sins in which an adorable Dublin school girl explains the story of St. Patrick.

    Wednesday, March 16, 2011

    Nosy Nightmares

    Long noses are the stuff of my childhood nightmares.


    We didn't have cable television at my house, but sometimes when visiting my aunt, I'd watch the Canadian children's program Pinwheel on Nickelodeon. My least favorite character? Ebeneezer T. Squint and his honkin' green nose.











    I liked watching Mister Roger's Neighborhood on PBS, but my least favorite puppet? Lady Fairchild and her creepy Rudolph nose.













    Who doesn't like to watch ghosts get busted? But Ghostbusters' Boogeyman with his sharp teeth, huge ears, and long pointy nose scared the bejesus out of me. It didn't help that Ali told me he lived in our attic and the attic door was in my bedroom. Thanks, Al.


















    And what Disney film have I never really enjoyed? You guessed it, Pinocchio.












    Do we see a pattern?

    on plates, princes and why I should learn to knit

    I believe the word you're looking for
    is "naff." This and more here.
    In case you've been living in a bubble or under the proverbial rock, Prince William is getting married next month to some girl you've probably never heard of. (ha!)
    Which means that the market for [mostly] craptastic royal wedding memorabilia is in full swing. Commemorative plates? Seriously? What has a commemorative plate ever done for anyone except collected dust? Why would anyone want a plate for something other than eating? [At which point you could say, "But Ali, why would anyone want giraffe figurines that sit around and collect dust?" Which I would counter with a very mature, "Shut up. Giraffes are cool."]




    Oh citation-lacking Wikpedia entry, thank you for enlightening me.
    When trade routes opened to China in the 14th century, porcelain objects, including dinner plates, became must-haves for European nobility. After Europeans also started making porcelain, monarchs and royalty continued their traditional practice of collecting and displaying porcelain plates, now made locally, but porcelain was still beyond the means of the average citizen.

    The practice of collecting "souvenir" plates was popularized in the 19th century by Patrick Palmer-Thomas, a Dutch-English nobleman who wowed Victorian audiences with his public plate displays. These featured transfer designs commemorating special events or picturesque locales - mainly in blue and white. It was an inexpensive hobby, and the variety of shapes and designs catered to a wide spectrum of collectors. The first limited edition collector's plate 'Behind the Frozen Window' is credited to the Danish company Bing and Grondahl in 1895. Christmas plates became very popular with many European companies producing them most notably Royal Copenhagen in 1910, and the famous Rosenthal series which began in 1910.
    Dear Denmark - Thanks so much!

    (These plates, on the other hand, are awesome, though still fairly useless. KKOutlet via weeheart)





    But believe it or not, this post wasn't meant to be a rant on commemorative plates; it was meant to be a celebration of the inspired awesomeness that is this:




    Published by Ivy Press with designs by Fiona Goble, the book includes instructions for knitting, of course, the bride and groom, but also Her Majesty the Queen, Prince Philip, Prince Charles, Camilla, Prince Harry, the Archbishop of Canterbury, a variety of wedding guests and... corgis!

    According to the author, the corgis are a challenge because of their tiny legs, while Prince Harry is easiest. Or rather, easier;  the intricate attention to detail, while being the source of their awesomeness, is also a wee bit intimidating. "They're not supposed to be caricatures," the author notes.

    The book is available from Amazon UK and available for pre-order from Amazon in the US.  I can't think of anything better to keep my fingers busy while watching William & Kate, the inevitable made-for-TV (Lifetime no less) movie charting their courtship. Then again, I can't knit and the preview comes across as more painfully bad than awesomely bad. (If the word "guy" had been utterered just ONE more time during this trailer, I would have punched the computer screen.)

    Atomic Thoughts

    My thoughts of late are with the people of Japan. Their nuclear power plant troubles have me thinking about the worst nuclear incident in the United States, which was not as bad as Japan's current problems, and certainly nowhere near as horrifying as Chernobyl. March 28th will be the 32nd anniversary of the Three Mile Island accident. Coincidentally, I was born and raised just outside of the 10-mile radius surrounding TMI and within the 10-mile radius of another nuclear power plant. (For anyone unfamiliar with TMI, I recommend the PBS documentary Meltdown at Three Mile Island.)

    The China Syndrome is a movie about whistle-blowing on safety hazards at a nuclear power plant in southern California starring Jack Lemmon, Jane Fonda, and Michael Douglas. Its theatrical release came 13 days before the TMI incident.


    Despite my love for Gregory Peck, I've never managed to sit through the 1959 movie On the Beach. I read the novel by Nevil Shute in 7th grade and could never bring myself to watch the movie because reading the story was depressing enough. The premise is nuclear fallout from a world war has killed the global population with Australia as the last remnant of humanity.


    In all honesty, I've never really given a great deal of thought to nuclear energy, even though I grew up in a place with warning sirens, phonebook evacuation plans, and potassium-iodide tablet distribution. For several years, I lived near Oak Ridge, Tennessee, a city born of the Manhattan Project. I had every intention of visiting the American Museum of Science and Energy to learn more about nuclear power, but never managed to get there.

    Perhaps it's time to get real.

    Thursday, March 10, 2011

    Psshht, Girl Scout Chalet...


    Here I was eating my Lemon Chalet Cremes (what a fancy-pants name!) when I took a closer look at the actual cookie. There are Girl Scout Chalets?! Shit, son, I musta been in the wrong troop. Shoulda hooked up wit' these girls:


    Cue the Jenny Lewis with Rilo Kiley's "Pictures of Success."




    Tuesday, March 08, 2011

    Fasnachts

    All hail the fasnacht!

    International Women's Day

    Today is the 100th anniversary of International Women's Day! And on that note, here's Daniel Craig in drag in an advertisement narrated by Dame Judi Dench. (He does a better job walking in those heels than I would and I would listen to her read the phone book.)


    This seems an opportune time to mention a favorite non-profit organization of my aunt and uncle, Opportunity International, which provides small business loans, savings, insurance, and training to poverty-stricken women (and men).

    Here's to more equality in the future!

    R.E.M. - ÜBerlin


    New R.E.M.! Thank you, Aaron Johnson, for getting your groove thang on in this video for "ÜBerlin." Could do without the giant squirrel wall art though.

    Monday, March 07, 2011

    Two Door Cinema Club - Undercover Martyn


    Today's silly song is "Undercover Martyn" brought to us by Northern Ireland's Two Door Cinema Club. Creative video, but I feel bad for those suckers dressed in black who have to hold up the band.

    Saturday, March 05, 2011

    Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal


    I love the melody and harmony of "White Winter Hymnal" by Fleet Foxes despite the dark, ambiguous lyrics. Seems like it would be a good song for rounds.

    Ice Music

    After reading a blurb on CNN, I am now fascinated with Geilo, Norway's IceMusic Festival and instruments made of ice.

    "The moon decides the time and the weather decides the music."


    I don't know that I'd want to actually be present for this festival because I enjoy feeling my extremities, but Norway is a beautiful, beautiful country. When I was 15, I had the pleasure (?) of taking a 12-hour bus ride through the Norwegian countryside, as well as a brief fjord ferry, visiting Lillehammer, Flåm, and Oslo.

    Friday, March 04, 2011

    Bones for Children

    Looky what Ali found for me at the library!


    It's a children's book about animal bones written and illustrated by Steve Jenkins, and simply and appropriately titled Bones.


    Elephant bones!

    Skulls!

    Run, human, RUN!

    Remember the Triangle Fire

    One of the first non-fiction books to bear the nameplate of my personal library was The Pessimist's Guide to History ("An irresistible compendium of catastrophes, barbaraties, massacres and mayhem"), which I bought for myself in the 7th grade.

    In its pages, I was introduced to a range of horrific historical events and natural disasters. Some would inspire further research, i.e. the Albigensian Crusade, subject of a 10th grade Regional Studies paper. Others would become more real to me through the course of my travels, i.e. the Halifax Explosion, a permanent exhibit at the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic, visited as part of the Great Canadian Tour of 2001. (Incidentally, their collection also includes a permanent exhibit on that more famous clusterfuck of the 20th century, the sinking of the Titanic; being the nearest major port, Halifax became the final resting place of the majority of the recovered detritus, human and otherwise.)

    And there on page 193: The Triangle Shirtwaist Company Fire.
    Just ten minutes before quitting time on March 25, the six hundred employees of New York's Triangle Shirtwaist Company were startled by the ringing of a fire alarm. The employees -- mostly sixteen to twenty-three-year-old immigrant girls -- panicked as flames broke out in a pile of oil-soaked cotton rags on the eighth floor and spread rapidly to piles of cotton cloth and hanging shirtwaists, the fitted shirts for women manufactured by the company.

    Screaming employees on the eighth floor rushed between the closely spaced sewing machines to the narrow exit and raced for stairways and the elevator. Workers on the ninth and tenth floors saw flames shooting from the windows below, and soon the fire spread to those floors. There was only one narrow fire escape, and many were trapped on the upper floors. A number of girls burned to death while waiting in vain for the elevator. Others forced open the elevator doors when it stopped running, and thirty women leaped into the shaft to escape the fire, their broken bodies piling up at the bottom.

    Other employees rushed to the windows. Crowds on the street watched in horror as girls, their hair and clothes on fire, threw themselves out the windows and crashed through the sidewalk covers into the basement below... Fire nets were useless as girls toppled into them four and five at a time.

    Thirty minutes after the fire began in the supposedly fireproof building, 145 [now officially 146] employees, mostly young girls were dead. (Flexner 1992)
    ***

    Fast-forward some twenty years and I meet one Rebecca O'Leary -- ginger-haired dancer, historian, Clark Gable aficionado and all-around awesome person -- and become peripherally aware of her interest in said tragedy.

    Which brings us to... today.

    March 25 will mark the centennial of the Triangle Fire. In light of this anniversary, two new documentary films explore the background and aftermath of the incident. The excellent Triangle Fire, which recently aired on PBS (see preview below and/or follow the link to view it online in its entirety), and Triangle: Remembering the Fire, which will air on HBO on March 21.



    In addition, a consortium of organizations and individuals calling itself the Remember the Triangle Fire Coalition is spearheading commemorative events in New York City and beyond. In Central Pennsylvania, Gettysburg Stage will be performing The Triangle Factory Fire Project by Christopher Piehler and Scott Alan Evans, which "uses eyewitness accounts, court transcripts and other archival material to create a dramatic moment-by-moment account of this historic fire and the social upheaval that followed." The production is directed by, you guessed it, Rebecca O'Leary. (Follow the link for performance and ticketing information.)

    Outrage in the wake of the Triangle Fire paved the way for government oversight of working conditions. Then again, that oversight is only consequential when and where it can be actively enforced. Triangle Fire premiered on PBS on the same day that the FBI arrested the security chief at Massey Energy on charges related to last year's deadly mining disaster in West Virginia. The indictment
    accuses Stover of lying to federal agents about an apparent systematic effort to deceive federal mine safety inspectors...Stover and his guards used a special radio frequency to warn miners underground when inspectors arrived at the mine. That gave the miners the chance to mask or fix serious safety problems and avoid citations, fines and closure orders.
    29 workers died.

    And as Eileen Boisen Nevitt touches upon in her reflection on the life of her grandmother, a Triangle Fire survivor, the majority of American clothing is still manufactured by young women under harsh if not life-threatening working conditions, whether in Bangladesh, China, or still in the United States. "A century later, the Triangle Fire remains an enduring legacy with global implications."

    A police officer and others with the broken bodies of Triangle fire victims at their feet, look up in shock at workers poised to jump from the upper floors of the burning Asch Building. The anguish and gruesome deaths of workers was witnessed firsthand by many people living or walking near the corner of Greene Street and Washington Place. Others read about it in the many newspaper reports circulated during the following days and weeks, bringing the conditions of garment worker into public scrutiny as it had been during the shirtwaist strike of 1909.
    The Triangle Factory Fire
    Kheel Archives, Cornell University


    Wednesday, March 02, 2011

    Wiener Balloons Are Dogs Too

    Wiener dogs, balloons, and anatomy! **LOVE** "Pneumatic Anatomica" by Jason Freeny. Be sure to check out the rest of his anatomy-laden work!

    Tuesday, March 01, 2011

    Headphone - Ghostwriter

    I'm digging this song "Ghostwriter" by Belgian band Headphone.



    And the song title makes me think of one of my favorite PBS shows.



    Remember this intro?



    Samuel L. Jackson is Jamal's dad? Awesome.


    Feather Sculpting

    Ya know, pigeons may spread disease and poo everywhere, but their feathers make some cool art thanks to Kate MccGwire.



    Other mediums...

    Magpie feathers.

    Burnt paper.