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Sunday, May 31, 2009
We harvested the peas today, because we transferred the poor dying plant to a bigger pot but we're not sure it'll make it. It's turning all yellow and sad. We're afraid we put them in too small a container. So the harvest was just six little pods. I tasted one; it tasted like magic.
Speaking of magic: saw Up today. I don't know if I loved it as much as Wall-E, or more. I know it made me cry more. It dealt with themes that always make me cry (old people, dreams put aside, cute little fat Asian kids*) and those people really know what they're doing in the storytelling department; I mean, seriously.
The palette was bright primary colors and the music was utterly perfect. I didn't love the music the way I adored the Wall-E score, but I liked it very, very much.
And Ed Asner, I adore him.
A perfect movie. The best I've seen all year. I want to see it again, this time in 3-D, please.
Oh: before the film there was a trailer for The Princess and the Frog, and the second it began I knew what it was for and I started wriggling in my seat and clapping my hands and almost peed my pants, I was so excited.
**shrug*
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 PM | shower me with attention
Speaking of magic: saw Up today. I don't know if I loved it as much as Wall-E, or more. I know it made me cry more. It dealt with themes that always make me cry (old people, dreams put aside, cute little fat Asian kids*) and those people really know what they're doing in the storytelling department; I mean, seriously.
The palette was bright primary colors and the music was utterly perfect. I didn't love the music the way I adored the Wall-E score, but I liked it very, very much.
And Ed Asner, I adore him.
A perfect movie. The best I've seen all year. I want to see it again, this time in 3-D, please.
Oh: before the film there was a trailer for The Princess and the Frog, and the second it began I knew what it was for and I started wriggling in my seat and clapping my hands and almost peed my pants, I was so excited.
**shrug*
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 28, 2009
For the past few months I've been helping members of my team teach my job to a very nice couple of guys in India. And I'm done teaching now. I refuse to go any further, because every time I ask about what my so-called "future responsibilities" are, I get a really vague response. I was shown an org chart of the team I'm supposed to be joining, and my name wasn't on it anywhere.
So, guess what? I'm done. Done.
I generally don't talk about work here, and I know it's a risky thing to do on a public blog with my full name on it, but I'm pretty much past caring anymore.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:29 PM | shower me with attention
So, guess what? I'm done. Done.
I generally don't talk about work here, and I know it's a risky thing to do on a public blog with my full name on it, but I'm pretty much past caring anymore.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:29 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I saw Terminator: Salvation recently. I'm not big into the Terminator movies - I just saw the first two films a couple months ago - and I found it to be a serviceable action film, more enjoyable than Wolverine (a franchise I'm also not a particular fan of) although nowhere near as fun as Star Trek.
I'd like to describe to you my favorite part of the movie. The best part of Terminator: Salvation was a scene in which one of the terminators sees a dying man. We momentarily see the world from the point of view of the terminator. In red letters, the terminator zeroes in on the dying form, and the "crosshairs" of its vision center on the man's heart. The word "VULNERABILITY" flashes in big red letters.
The terminator promptly punches the man in the heart.
I have never seen anything so bad-ass in a movie as a terminator punching a man in the heart. I wish I could punch people in the heart.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:03 PM | shower me with attention
I'd like to describe to you my favorite part of the movie. The best part of Terminator: Salvation was a scene in which one of the terminators sees a dying man. We momentarily see the world from the point of view of the terminator. In red letters, the terminator zeroes in on the dying form, and the "crosshairs" of its vision center on the man's heart. The word "VULNERABILITY" flashes in big red letters.
The terminator promptly punches the man in the heart.
I have never seen anything so bad-ass in a movie as a terminator punching a man in the heart. I wish I could punch people in the heart.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:03 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Look! Look! We planted seeds in dirt and PEAS came out!!! It's the miracle of life!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
My personal chef whipped up some delicious burgers for us yesterday.
They were delicious.
They were nothing, however, compared to the feast we cooked out there this evening: steaks, taters 'n' onions, grilled peppers, corn on the cob and salad, with cranberry-7-Up sprtizers.
Dude. Stuffed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
They were delicious.
They were nothing, however, compared to the feast we cooked out there this evening: steaks, taters 'n' onions, grilled peppers, corn on the cob and salad, with cranberry-7-Up sprtizers.
Dude. Stuffed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I saw the wienermobile today. It provided me with a moment of happiness.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:01 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:01 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Oh yay, Mark!
Mark's getting the Peter Ustinov Award at the Banff World Television Festival!
Here's an article from the CBC listing his credits and singing his praises.
Way to go, Mark!
(Yes I know this is my personal blog but I have precious little to say for myself lately.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 AM | shower me with attention
Mark's getting the Peter Ustinov Award at the Banff World Television Festival!
Here's an article from the CBC listing his credits and singing his praises.
Way to go, Mark!
(Yes I know this is my personal blog but I have precious little to say for myself lately.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 AM | shower me with attention
FUCK YOU MAY 21st!!!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:22 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:22 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I've been reciting that line in the post below - from the Metta Sutta - to myself a lot lately. Especially at night, when trying to sleep, but also during the day. I think it's become my mantra. It's a really lovely idea, an ideal that's the total antithesis of the stressful, overworked, underpaid, self-loathing everyday reality that I am both confronted with and that I perpetuate.
Sabbe satta bhavantu sukhitatta. May all beings be at ease.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention
Sabbe satta bhavantu sukhitatta. May all beings be at ease.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sabbe satta bhavantu sukhitatta.
May all being be at ease.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention
May all being be at ease.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 17, 2009
The weekends seem so short. I stay up until I can't stay awake anymore, and pass out sometime between 3 and 6 in the morning. I wake up after noon and pour caffeine into me. I suppose that if I didn't have to work days, I'd do this every day. My body naturally wants to be awake until dawn and sleep until afternoon, regardless of how little sleep I get during the week.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Half of 14th street between 6th and 7th was blocked off last night after a horrible accident. All I saw was the remains of what used to be a person, and this overturned SUV. Bystanders said the car plowed right into a guy walking his bike, and then flipped over a taxi. Apparently some medics were right across the street with their ambulance but didn't help the guy, instead calling another ambulance to the scene. (WTF?)
It was quite a disturbing start to my evening, which evenutally took me to DUMBO to see my friend Staci's piece in a cool art exhibit in a mind-boggling condo. Ended up crashing at my aunt's place in Brooklyn Heights, where we drank lime flavored Bud Lights until 2 in the morning.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:10 PM | shower me with attention
It was quite a disturbing start to my evening, which evenutally took me to DUMBO to see my friend Staci's piece in a cool art exhibit in a mind-boggling condo. Ended up crashing at my aunt's place in Brooklyn Heights, where we drank lime flavored Bud Lights until 2 in the morning.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:10 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Happy birthday, Kitling.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
J.J. Abrams is a cheat and a jerk and I loved the Star Trek movie and now I want to see The Original Series, even though I'll never love it as much as I do The Next Generation.
But worse than the cheating (which I just kinda shrugged at and went along with) was the casting of Winona Ryder as Spock's mother.
There are no middle-aged actresses? We have to put makeup on someone too young and too famous and be completely distracted and taken out of the moment? Really?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:09 AM | shower me with attention
But worse than the cheating (which I just kinda shrugged at and went along with) was the casting of Winona Ryder as Spock's mother.
There are no middle-aged actresses? We have to put makeup on someone too young and too famous and be completely distracted and taken out of the moment? Really?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:09 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Daphne Merkin's cover article from last Sunday's NYTimes magazine on her experiences with chronic depression startled me the same way the first few chapters of Prozac Nation (before it got too self-indulgent for me to handle.) This article is mildly self-indulgent the way that chronic depression seems to be-- but it's such a poignant read for me, reminded me so strongly of my own experiences.
Some excerpts:
By age 8 I was wholly unwilling to attend school, out of some combination of fear and separation anxiety. (It seems to me now, many years later, that I was expressing early on a chronic depressive’s wish to stay home, on the inside, instead of taking on the outside, loomingly hostile world in the form of classmates and teachers.) By 10 I had been hospitalized because I cried all the time, although I don’t know if the word “depression” was ever actually used.
...
(I have not been free of psychotropic medication for any substantial period since my early 20s.)
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“I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day,” observed the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins, a depressive 19th-century Jesuit priest. I don’t think I’ve ever met a depressed person who wanted to get out of bed in the morning — who didn’t experience the appearance of day as a call to burrow further under the covers, the better to embrace the vanished night.
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The lack of a reading lamp added to my panic; even if my depression prevented me from losing myself in a book, the absence of a light source by which to read after dark represented the end of civilization as I had known it.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:30 PM | shower me with attention
Some excerpts:
By age 8 I was wholly unwilling to attend school, out of some combination of fear and separation anxiety. (It seems to me now, many years later, that I was expressing early on a chronic depressive’s wish to stay home, on the inside, instead of taking on the outside, loomingly hostile world in the form of classmates and teachers.) By 10 I had been hospitalized because I cried all the time, although I don’t know if the word “depression” was ever actually used.
(I have not been free of psychotropic medication for any substantial period since my early 20s.)
“I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day,” observed the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins, a depressive 19th-century Jesuit priest. I don’t think I’ve ever met a depressed person who wanted to get out of bed in the morning — who didn’t experience the appearance of day as a call to burrow further under the covers, the better to embrace the vanished night.
The lack of a reading lamp added to my panic; even if my depression prevented me from losing myself in a book, the absence of a light source by which to read after dark represented the end of civilization as I had known it.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:30 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, May 11, 2009
Every time I see my mom lately it's like reuniting with a friend I haven't seen in months. We are SO delighted to reconnect, we have SO much to catch up on. We giggle, we hold hands, we have drinks. My mom is so weird - so funny - so clever - so thoughtful. There's no one like my mom. She might be my best friend. We share more inside jokes than I share with anyone else except, perhaps, the twinster.
My mom, man. My mom. So fucking cool. You should hang out with her. She's such a nerd, so much fun to geek out with. She fucking loves the Kids in the Hall.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:24 PM | shower me with attention
My mom, man. My mom. So fucking cool. You should hang out with her. She's such a nerd, so much fun to geek out with. She fucking loves the Kids in the Hall.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:24 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Today I met the little Dyl pickle, son of J & D. I was shy as always when meeting new people, but he is a shameless flirt and soon had me giggling.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:24 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:24 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, May 08, 2009
Staying with my sister tonight. She finally unpacked her apartment. It looks so pretty.
She took me to a Thai place near her, Thai Tony's. The duck was good - a bit sweeter than I'd expected - and the dessert was sublime because it was not as sweet as I'd expected. It was warm coconut custard, sprinkled with toasted sesame seeds, that came served in three tiny soy-sauce dishes. They were served warm, and the first bite was surprisingly mild with a slight saltiness mingled with the sweet.
I will dream about that custard.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:49 PM | shower me with attention
She took me to a Thai place near her, Thai Tony's. The duck was good - a bit sweeter than I'd expected - and the dessert was sublime because it was not as sweet as I'd expected. It was warm coconut custard, sprinkled with toasted sesame seeds, that came served in three tiny soy-sauce dishes. They were served warm, and the first bite was surprisingly mild with a slight saltiness mingled with the sweet.
I will dream about that custard.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:49 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 07, 2009
I'm reading a book about an old man who has his brain transplanted into his secretary's body. Somehow the secretary's still in there too, even though she's dead and it's just his brain. I hope that gets explained.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention
Went out with my team tonight to a place called Mudville 9, to eat buffalo wings and drink beer from their overwhelmingly extensive beer menu.
I randomly picked a pale ale from Australia, name o' Coopers. It was fucking delicious.
I really like my team.
Earlier today: went to the doctor and got an inhaler for my asthma. Finally.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:17 AM | shower me with attention
I randomly picked a pale ale from Australia, name o' Coopers. It was fucking delicious.
I really like my team.
Earlier today: went to the doctor and got an inhaler for my asthma. Finally.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:17 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Disney will no longer have people checking for flashers on Splash mountain.
Um...
Flash Mountain, here I come...?
(eta: Sigh, warning back. WARNING: the above link is STILL crawling with porn ads and NSFW. So much for trying to be amusing.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention
Um...
Flash Mountain, here I come...?
(eta: Sigh, warning back. WARNING: the above link is STILL crawling with porn ads and NSFW. So much for trying to be amusing.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention
