Just behind the peloton...
Saw both "Ratatouille" and "transformers" last week, and I must say that Ratatouille was easily one of the most pleasent and earnestly charming stories i've seen told on the big screen in quite some time...absolutely passionate and beautiful. Since catching an interview on NPR with brad bird, the director and writer of the film, I was capitvated by the culmination of all the directorial and otherwise creative decisions Bird discussed having made in the creation of the thing; I mean, everything from the main character's insistance on walking on his hind legs to the technical processes they use to make the food look so startingly realistic-- amazing. It's incredible to think that there are 20-something minute stretches of the film where you don't even hear the main character speak, yet you never doubt for a second what he's thinking and feeling. It amazes me that filmmakers find ways to make an animated character emote so convincingly.
Watching that little rat bustle about and chop scallions and chives, stir together cream sauces-- it makes me sad regretful that I don't cook as often as I used to in Boston. Cooking, whether most of my friends and family realize it or not, is one of my real passions and probably one of the few things i could actually see myself happy doing as a career if not for my love of film. So, it's good that after we bailed on brunch because of Charlie's upset stomach/ hangover, Meg and I opted to go shopping and cook brunch at Charlie's place instead. Bacon, homemade breakfast potatoes with fresh rosmary and onion, pancakes with real blueberries and boysenberry syrup, and a scramble with cheddar, basil, and baby bella mushrooms......AWESOME!
Oh, but "transformers"-- it was alright, actually. I mean, it's not secret how big a fan of Shia I am, and he totally delivered once again, elevating an otherwise over the top, transparent crowd pleaser into something with just enough added gravity to make it memorable. I gladly sported my homemade Shia t-shirt meg and I made earlier that evening. Sitting there with a shit eating grin on my face all night was ALMOST worth leaving the theater and rolling straight to my 4:00am call time with 0 hours of sleep to log tapes for Live Earth all day. Almost.
Now, i'm watching the tour de france and wanting to train for it, someday. there's a rider on T-mobile, one of the highest paying and hardest teams to get on, who is 21 years old...wtf?? that's insane...Even with crazy amounts of professional training, I wonder if I could hack it without doping my blood and all that bullshit...Spencer and I gave the Wolfpack ride out here a go on our fixed gears, cranking out at top speed for 20-something minutes straight with 30 people through the streets of LA before finally giving up in sweat drenched shame. We talked a bunch of trash before hand, both of us being really fast riders, only to later find ourselves standing exhausted on the opposite end of LA with absolutely no idea where we were. we covered an humbling amount of ground in those 20 minutes...Imagine riding in the tour at 22-30 something MPH for over 100 miles? every day? for a month????
A boy can dream!
Watching that little rat bustle about and chop scallions and chives, stir together cream sauces-- it makes me sad regretful that I don't cook as often as I used to in Boston. Cooking, whether most of my friends and family realize it or not, is one of my real passions and probably one of the few things i could actually see myself happy doing as a career if not for my love of film. So, it's good that after we bailed on brunch because of Charlie's upset stomach/ hangover, Meg and I opted to go shopping and cook brunch at Charlie's place instead. Bacon, homemade breakfast potatoes with fresh rosmary and onion, pancakes with real blueberries and boysenberry syrup, and a scramble with cheddar, basil, and baby bella mushrooms......AWESOME!
Oh, but "transformers"-- it was alright, actually. I mean, it's not secret how big a fan of Shia I am, and he totally delivered once again, elevating an otherwise over the top, transparent crowd pleaser into something with just enough added gravity to make it memorable. I gladly sported my homemade Shia t-shirt meg and I made earlier that evening. Sitting there with a shit eating grin on my face all night was ALMOST worth leaving the theater and rolling straight to my 4:00am call time with 0 hours of sleep to log tapes for Live Earth all day. Almost.
Now, i'm watching the tour de france and wanting to train for it, someday. there's a rider on T-mobile, one of the highest paying and hardest teams to get on, who is 21 years old...wtf?? that's insane...Even with crazy amounts of professional training, I wonder if I could hack it without doping my blood and all that bullshit...Spencer and I gave the Wolfpack ride out here a go on our fixed gears, cranking out at top speed for 20-something minutes straight with 30 people through the streets of LA before finally giving up in sweat drenched shame. We talked a bunch of trash before hand, both of us being really fast riders, only to later find ourselves standing exhausted on the opposite end of LA with absolutely no idea where we were. we covered an humbling amount of ground in those 20 minutes...Imagine riding in the tour at 22-30 something MPH for over 100 miles? every day? for a month????
A boy can dream!