Monday, September 30, 2002
Ate at The Olive Garden tonight. It was somewhat against my will, but my friend really wanted to go there, and I felt kind of ambivalent as far as dinner went, so I didn't argue. I've always maintained that OG is bad Eye-talian food for the midwestern masses, but I have to say that the food wasn't all that horrible. In fact, for Kalamazoo, it was actually decent Italian (well...yeah, still Eye-talian). But it still astounds me that the giant Olive Garden in Times Square is packed with tourists all day. When I'm in New York, you couldn't pay me to eat there. I (and my brother) would insist on going to Marino's on the upper east side. The food is authentic, the prices are great, the owner is a riot, and it almost feels that a young Michael Corleone could walk into the place at any minute and sit down at a table with an Irish cop and a foe wiseguy. Anyway, I suppose I'll have to stop making fun of the food at OG. I do, however, reserve the right to continue to make fun of the Olive Garden commercials. Oh, and I will still make fun of Fazoli's and their starchy Eye-talian happy meals. Nasty stuff.
Death to Smoochy was bad. Real bad. Oooof. Bad. Watch something else. Anything else. Please. Although Edward Norton was kind of cute in it...but no, no, it was a bad movie. Bad.
Sunday, September 29, 2002
Also watched Zelig. Also good, but in a different way. I actually thought a lot about Forrest Gump when I watched it, not because I loved Forrest Gump so much, but because when it came out, people made such a big deal about how the filmmakers were able to work Tom Hanks into historic footage. Meanwhile, Zelig did this 20 years ago. Sure, some of it looks patched, but overall it's very believable. The antique-ing and slight flicker of the film stock was also cool. As a mockumentary, it was somewhat unconventional in that it wasn't funny, or at least not in the same way as This is Spinal Tap or Best in Show. Rather, it was a fairly serious documentary-style treatment of a fictional character. It's also interesting to watch Woody Allen and Mia Farrow together on screen, given their current status and everything that went down and all. I'd also say check this one out.
Thursday, September 26, 2002
What I like about the MacArthur nomination system: It's all done in secret, so no one can apply. One of the problems I have with grantwriting is that money often goes to the best written grants, rather than the most worthwhile projects. In the MacArthur Foundation's process, people get nominated without knowing that they are nominated, and without knowing that the person nominating them is a MacArthur nominator. When they win, it's a big happy surprise.
What I don't like about the MacArthur nomination system: I stand very little chance of ever getting nominated, but I'm actually pretty good at writing grants.
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Tuesday, September 24, 2002
Monday, September 23, 2002
So now I have a cool new table and am a little pissed off.
Sunday, September 22, 2002
So now I'm in the mood for more and took Zelig from their shelf.
My parents are buying a new computer, and in a sure attempt to betray me and everything I stand for, they have decided not to purchase an iMac. Dude, they're getting a Dell. How ever so very disappointing.
Thursday, September 19, 2002
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
When I moved to Maryland, I learned about the Southern inclination to call all carbonated beverages Coke, my favorite usage of which is the question, "What kind of Coke do you want?" In Michigan, pop is favored, but I stick to soda. Though I drink mostly water. But you know.
My last check of the quick poll on the site showed soda a good dozen percentage points ahead of second-place pop.
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Okay, that's it. I give up. It's been like eight months, and for the life of me, I just can't get through Anna Karenina. I know, I know: it's a masterpiece, I'm missing out, how did I ever get a Master's degree if I can't read a book from beginning to end, etc. etc. etc. Sorry. I'm just not interested, and I don't see myself becoming interested. Maybe I'm just not interested in the lives of all these Russian people. I like Dostoyevsky well enough, but I haven't read any of his stuff in a while, so maybe I don't like it anymore. Or maybe the pace is too slow for me. Or maybe I just don't like any of the characters. Whatever the reason, I can't do it. So it's going back on the shelf. Maybe I'll pick it up again in about ten years, but all it's doing for me now is putting me to sleep. I hate to do it, since I feel like I've failed, or that I shouldn't give up, or whatever, but it's done. I'm pulling the bookmark out...now. There. Done.
For those who want to see the Olympics in New York: NYC2012.COM. Annoying scratchy film effects on the site, but whatever. My vote for mascot is an egg cream with legs. Or maybe a dancing bagel. Or how about a smiling black and white cookie? Or if it's not food-related, what about a jolly parking ticket? A happy bus spewing exhaust? Wow...so many good ideas. I can't decide on just one.
Sunday, September 15, 2002
I was a total self-destructive klutz this weekend. Scraped up my arm in a really uncomfortable spot while shaving, damn near sliced my hand open trying to cut a bagel with a dull knife, and banged my leg like you wouldn't believe getting into my car. One more contusion and I might need to start wearing a helmet all day.
New Ryan Adams CD next week yeah baby yeah baby yeah.
Thursday, September 12, 2002
In response to my paragraph on backless shoes, my brother's girlfriend emailed that she wears them with short pants like capris and clamdiggers. See, this is another problem I have: pants like those make me look like I should be on the raft and floating down the river with Huck Finn. Other women look good in these pants; I do not. Actually, I am noticing a trend in that I do not like any apparel that is missing an important element, such as the back in the case of shoes, or the bottom in the case of pants. (Though I do find that three-quarter sleeve shirts are flattering on me.)
But my new favorite apparel? The t-shirts on thinkgeek.com.
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
I keep seeing women wearing these cool retro-looking black sneaker-type shoes, and I like the shoes a lot and want a pair for myself until they turn around and I realize that they're slip-ons with no backs. It's not like you can really wear them in the summer, either, because they'd look stupid with shorts or a skirt. They're not boots, per se, but they're definitely not summer shoes. I would like to know who started this trend, and why this person thinks that women want winter-y looking shoes that leave their heels and socks exposed. I am thinking about starting a consumer interest group -- something along the lines of Women for the Manufacturing of Whole Winter Shoes. I say, put the backs on the shoes and leave the sandals for the summer.
Monday, September 9, 2002
I keep the tomatoes from my garden lined up on the counter, but as of late, I haven't really been eating them. I guess I got tomatoed-out. As I stepped closer, I saw that underneath one particularly ripe tomato was a puddle of what looked like pus and what smelled like something had crawled up in between the seeds, died, and was now in the final stages of decomposition. It was so bad that I literally started retching. And, as you might imagine, over-reacting. I threw out most of the ripe tomatoes, went through half my paper towels trying to wipe the slime off of my counter, doused the whole area in Clorox Clean-Up, and coated my hands in this nice smelling anti-bacterial liquid soap, but I was still retching.
So now I think I have an aversion to raw tomatoes, plus I had no appetite for a few hours. I couldn't eat breakfast, and I kind of cringed when I saw that the soup I picked up for lunch had some tomatoes in it. It was one of those smells that, if you think about it, you can bring back to your olfactory nerves just how bad it was. I would rather smell a men's locker room after a double-session practice during foot fungus season and with the toilets backed up than smell that oozing tomato smell again. Unbelievably bad bad bad.
Thursday, September 5, 2002
Tuesday, September 3, 2002
Watched the first hour of My Big Fat Greek Wedding last night. I'm going to watch the rest of it tonight, but I'm pretty sure I know what will happen. It's just so...light. Sure, I understand the whole idea of lowest common denominator, and I can see how it appeals to a lot of people, but it's not the bold daring independent film some critics are making it out to be. Instead, it's kind of...I don't know...look! We're ethnic! Isn't that funny? Basically, all you'd have to do is replace "Greek" with "Jewish," replace the weird Greek-isms with Yiddish, and replace the restaurant with an accounting business, and you'd have my family. Or just about any Jewish family. Though I have to admit, the Windex thing was funny.
Monday, September 2, 2002
So the unofficial end of summer is upon us. I guess this means I can't wear white shoes again until Memorial Day. I don't own white shoes and don't really like them, but if I did, fashion dictates that it would be wrong to wear them now. Not that I ever put away my black clothes for summer or anything.
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