Friday, July 23, 2010

Sandal me.


Looking for a really comfortable sandal that is sexy and fancy enough for a wedding or nice restaurant? Look no further.

Clark Un.Crow

I have wide feet, size 10, am 6'2" and live in New York City. I walk a lot and have planters fascitis (i.e., painful feet after a lot of walking) - I have been looking FOREVER for sandals that look nice, have a small heel and are comfortable enough to walk around the city in. These are they.

They cost $110 and come in great basic colors. I wore them to my friends wedding in the woods of Maine and wear them around the city all the time. It's love at first wear.

I did get blisters on the inside of the balls of my feet the first time I wore them. I let the blisters heal and have never had any other trouble. I LOVE THEM.

Let Summer footwear be comfortable! And cute.

Learning to love the little things.

This is a half-baked thought/s. Recently I have noticed that I have become... less impressed with the world and more frustrated with how little seems to move towards... progress? There is still war. We are still in one. There was a giant oil spill. They can't clean it up. There is still rape and murder and slavery and torture and people who think they can tell others how to live... why these things should suddenly stop happening when they've been happening for thousands of years, I don't know. But it bothers me. A lot.

I have a friend who gets happy, really happy, about little stuff. She isn't as interested in the big picture stuff as I am, she doesn't feel it's her duty to seek it out and understand it (which is what I believe). And she's happy more than I am. About getting a really good sandwich, or sitting in the park on a lovely day. I used to love those things too. Perhaps it's because I want to apply myself to something in life in which I find meaning, perhaps it's that I am a depressive person and a cynic and consider myself a realist (which is exhausting). But regardless, I would like to have a few more moments in my life where I can appreciate the little things that happen all the time that are kind of wonderful. Otherwise I think I may go insane.

I don't want to be ignorant or a Pollyanna (and don't think I could be if I tried). I do consider it my duty to seek out information and truth even if it costs me something. Even if it costs me a lot. But I also want to be happy. And I haven't been very happy recently. And I'm tired.

And I think I should discover some of the wonder that the world has to offer. Because if you look for it, it's there. Just like the rape and the torture and the corruption and heartlessness. They both exist, simultaneously. The balance is curious.

Once bitten, twice shy.

My cat, the furry soul mate of my life, bit my finger soooo hard last night while I was sleeping. He actually BIT me. He's nipped at me for 13 years, but never really bitten me except once when I put my hand between him and another cat he was fighting (my fault).

He likes to bite my clothing, pull his head back and let it snap back into place in order to wake me up to get him food. He especially likes this with elastic things like the straps of my Summer nightgown. He was doing that... and then he sank his fangs into my finger. I gasped as I woke up in shocking pain, ran to the bathroom and saw blood dripping off my finger.

I'm still stunned he did that and really don't think he understood it was my finger. He adores me in his own psychotic way.

But I am a little nervous to go to sleep tonight. What if he does it again?

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

In the Woods by Tana French


I give this book 3 out of 5 stars. ***

In the Woods.



I was pleasantly surprised at first at her writing, and then I found it inconsistent and perhaps grasping at something it couldn't deliver. I continued reading it and was completely absorbed into this mystery (which is really 2 mysteries). I finished reading the book at 4am one morning, unable to put it down after convincing myself that the author would give me a payoff at the end, and was really disappointed.

I really enjoyed reading it, but the ending SUUUUCCCKKKKEEDD. I was mad. I know endings are hard and it's easy to criticize, but there is SO much build up during the novel - so many times the protagonist is reflecting back on what we are finding out and giving us teasers as to what's to come - and it falls completely flat. One mystery is never solved at all and the other is not finished, but turns sharply in another direction with little to no explanation/insight as to why it happened.

Having said that, I totally enjoyed being obsessed with this book for a little while. I hope her next one lives up to the potential.

Things I want but do not need


The ice orb!!!

Pasta & Parmesan Tool.



The Fresh Traveler.

Monday, July 19, 2010

The mean reds

I always remember how Holly Golightly in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" calls depression "the mean reds".

And that's where I am today. I'm also totally exhausted physically and emotionally. I hate feeling like this. I am trying to take it slow and not think too much.

It's post-wedding mean reds. Not mine, of course, but a dear friend's.

Glad to be home though... but not necessarily ready to be back in life. I need a vacation with my honey. This year has been a doozy and I'm really fucking tired.

Back to Law & Order.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Crotchety old man

I had a fabulous time in improv rehearsal last night. We worked with a great coach who kept us on task and helped us through some scenes which was a huge help. I did a scene with my friend, Suzy, where she was my granddaughter trying to shave my face and I was a belligerent, crotchety old man who refused to do anything she asked. After making my initial choice to be a negative, cranky man I started to acquiesce to her desires almost immediately. Brian, our coach, stopped me and said, "What was your first line?" I said, "I can't do it". He said, "Do the voice." I said in a rasping, gravelly, snappish voice, "I can't do it!" and he nodded saying, "Stick with that."

The more I stuck with that - not wanting her to touch me, not finding motivation in the things she presented - the funnier the scene got. In my head I was thinking, Don't fight, don't deny your scene partner, don't be too negative (which is ironic), instead of realizing that my first choice was being positive and supporting my scene partner. If I start off saying, "I can't do it!" then my partner should know that whatever she poses to me I will respond by saying "no" in my cranky way.

It's not a very complicated scene, and it certainly could go many more places, but it was funny. And it was SIMPLE. We were able to play with it and have fun knowing what the structure was and not having to worry.

After Suzy and I finished the scene, we returned to the "back line" (where we stand waiting to enter a scene) and she said, "You have a lot of old man in you" and laughed. It struck fear into my heart at first, thinking of my sometimes hateful father (on whom I based the character), and then decided it was okay to mimic what I've seen in my life and it doesn't necessarily mean I'm destined to the same fate.

Amazing what our minds do to us even in the small moments of success.

Then I went to UCB and saw another member of our team compete with her other improv team in an improv-off called "Cagematch". She was hilarious. I love working with her and was so happy to get to watch her make her choices. The audience loved her. It was thrilling to know her personally and see people shriek with laughter at what she was doing.

Today it's cleaning and organizing and packing as we get ready for our New England vacation next week. We leave tomorrow on my birthday to head to Boston to visit a dear friend of mine who moved there in May.

I have lived in Boston and have many memories there, not all of them ones I wish to revisit. But I think I will stay away from the parts where I lived and spend my time having margaritas with my husband and friend. Boston is not my favorite city. In general, I find the culture repulsive, but I also love certain parts of it. I hope to show them to my husband someday and explain what it was like to live there without acid in my voice. The city is not all responsible for what I don't like to remember. Although the annoying frat boys, classism, gay bashings, racism, and general chip-on-shoulder routines that seem all too prevalent in Massachusetts are tedious and stupid. There are great things about the city like the architecture, seafood, city parks, theatre, music, and academia.

Then we are on to Portland, ME to visit a few friends and I can't wait. I love visiting Portland and eating my body weight in lobster, soaking in the sea air and cool breezes while sipping a fabulous cocktail that costs a fraction of what it does in NYC. If it sounds like I'm a tourist, that's probably because I am. People ask me where I'm from and I often have a hard time answering. I have lived on both coasts of the US for about equal parts of my life and different cities for differing amounts of time. I like change and adventure in that way. I get bored easily and don't like to feel trapped in a small place where I know everyone and everything. I prefer to be a bit of a stranger while still having very close friends on whom I can rely. So traveling to me is fun and interesting. I like my anonymity and one of the alarming things about getting older is realizing exactly how small the world is. I like to think I can disappear at a moment's notice. The fact is, I think that would be much harder than it seems.

But I'm not going to disappear (I hope) on this trip. This trip is about seeing loved ones and celebrating the changes that happen in our lives as move forward. No matter where you live, once you're in the presence of a good friend it all feels familiar.