Things I Love Right Now
1. Macaroons! I look forward to Passover every year for their light,
coconut deliciousness.
2. Cooking Light magazine. My mom gave me a subscription for
Christmas, and I love it. Most of the recipies are simple, fast, and
most importantly, requiring ingredients that are available at my local
supermarket. Tonight I made chicken baked in coconut curry sauce, and
it was excellent. Although I added three times the amount of
recommended curry, so it was excellent in the way that makes your face
turn red and your eyes water.
3. The Internet, for instant answers to all sorts of questions.
Earlier today, I was trying to come up with a retort for the inane
statement "The United States isn't ready for a female President." and
I found this site with data on female world leaders. Okay, so if you
don't like Hilary Clinton, don't vote for her, but c'mon people, the
United States can certainly handle having a female President. Are we
really less "ready" than Finland, Chile, Nicaragua, Ireland, Liberia,
or India? For heaven's sake, even Pakistan has had a female Prime
Minister.
4. Swearing. I gave up swearing for lent, and although I've slipped up
a few time, I've certainly cut back. Swearing is fun. And funny. I
miss it.
Things I Don't Love Right Now:
1. Curt Shilling. Bring on Dice-K!
2. My frickin leg. I got hurt in my soccer game about 9 days ago, and
now I'm concerned because the swelling hasn't subsided and the pain is
getting worse. And one of my friends told me that someone she knew had
similar symptoms and it was a bone chip in her leg, and now I'm
getting paranoid. Basically, I collided with a guy running full speed
and his kneecap hit the side of my calf, a few inches above my ankle.
The impact was comprable to someone hitting you as hard as they could
with a baseball bat. It hurt really bad at the time, but not so much
that I couldn't walk or finish the game. Despite a nasty bruise, for a
few days it felt okay so I went swimming and rode the bike at the gym
(probably a bad idea). Since Friday, the swelling has gotten worse and
it hurts A LOT. I guess I should probably go get it checked out.
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Weekend Report
Friday- Went out to dinner with friends at one of my favorite sushi
restaurants, New Ginza in Watertown. So good! We kept things
interesting by devising a series of sushi-eating challenges. For
example, for one round, everyone had to use their chopsticks with
their opposite hand, and whoever dropped their sushi had to eat a
scoop of wasabi as punishment. After that, we went out for a bit and
then caught an opening night show of Blades of Glory, the new Will
Ferrell comedy about men's figure skating. I laughed for almost the
entire movie, and even snorted at one point.
Saturday- Went to see my friend Chris' band, Muy Cansado, played at
the Paradise Lounge. They sounded great and it was a really fun show.
They were followed by Apple Betty, and adorable all-girl pop rock
band. The headlining act was The Ramoniacs, a Ramones tribute band,
and after seeing two talented, original bands, there just seemed to be
something fundamentally uncool about a band who pretends to be another
band. As for the NCAA tournament, I picked Georgetown to beat UCLA in
the final, so although I was close, I'm definitely out of the money
this year. Booo.
Sunday- Attended Ern's sister Ali's bridal shower at the Dorset tea
house in Wellesley. We all got our own pots of tea and trays with mini
sandwiches and scones- mmmm. I wasn't feeling so hot (still recovering
from a cold and a massive leg injury from soccer), so I laid on the
couch and watched two movies. Stranger Than Fiction is a quirky
romance starring Will Ferrell in an atypical role for him- he plays
Howard Crick, an IRS agent who begins to hear a woman's voice
narrating his mundane life. The voice belongs to Emma Thompson, who
plays an author writing a novel in which Harold Crick dies at the end.
Maggie Gyllenhall plays the love interest, a spunky baker whom Howard
audits. The slow pace and the oddness of the film reminded me a lot of
Punch-Drunk Love. It was a little slow for me but I liked it a lot
more than the second movie I watched, Marie Antoinette. Which sucked.
Written and directed by Sofia Coppola, this film is essentially the
antithesis to her much-celebrated Lost In Translation. L.I.T focused
on characters, relationships, and dialogue, where M.A. is shot after
shot of Kirsten Dunst looking languid, surrounded by luxurious shoes
and pastries. All style, no substance. This version portrays the
doomed queen of France and a naive young girl completely out of touch
with life outside of royal palaces. Yes, the historical costumes are
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