There are various things you can do during Handel's "Messiah". You can follow the movements and enjoy the chorus. You can admire the construction of the church, the stained glass murals, the organ and the pews. You can calculate the average age and income in the place (3 digits and 6 digits, respectively). You may wish to strangle the soprano, ( Read more... )

Rosie Perez had the three sophisticated archetypal heroines drinking coquitos and eating the tres leches cake for Thanksgiving. So says the last episode of "Lipstick jungle". I called V. to wish him a happy Thanksgiving and to let him know the Puerto Ricans and their holiday traditions have arrived on prime time TV. Nostalgia reigned supreme and ( Read more... )

An observation: When Daniel Craig is not available, a good merengue does save the world.

Знаю, что дошла до ручки, когда ночью снится русский (!) мужчина-блондин (!!), которого не хочется отпускать в 6 утра. False sense of intimacy, yadda-yadda-yadda ( Read more... )

Halloween costume this year was "working girl from Jersey who dreams of escaping to New York", borrowing directly from real life fashions circa 1997. Translation: I looked like shit, and little could be done to improve the situation. I made it to class 'though, and all the usual people were there. Either due to low turn out or because he was ( Read more... )

First, I had my eyebrows threaded by a sweetly tactless Indian woman ( Read more... )

Books fall into three major categories: the first one, also known as, "things are shitty, I feel miserable, and I shall dwell in this puddle for the next 12 hours", consists of pure chick lit - "dirty girls social club" and its derivatives, amy tan, erika lopez, old amy sohn, and all kinds of rich urban females in designer clothing tales. Goes ( Read more... )

I am choosing the above line as my formal meditation image / f-u message to the ugly side of life because nothing, or, to be precise, very few things compare to it in terms of ridiculousness and otheworldly crazy ( Read more... )

With my usual useless prescience, I chose the darkest books for my extended weekend of misery. In addition, the first thing that came after the superintendent's breakfast last week was a two-hour lecture on suicide. Cognitive priming at its best.

Never read fiction by a psychotherapist; after the book is laid to rest, you might just require her

I started reading "drown" on my train ride downtown. I mapped out the usual suspects (young designers' market, vendors on Spring street, Uniqlo, Pearl River mart for pretty jewelry boxes, maybe even Muji to get something fresh). The paperback was light enough to last me a ride to SoHo and back, and his essay in the August issue of GQ had more ( Read more... )