Thursday, July 31, 2008

Good food, gross food

Went to a cute Asian-fusion restaurant in SF the other day called the house, in North Beach. Yummy!

On the other end of the spectrum, my aunt sent me a link to this hilarious blog about a guy who eats (or attempts to eat) narsty (yes, I meant "narsty," which is much worse than "nasty") food, Steve Don't Eat It. Hilarious and inventive writing, and worth the time to read.

Monday, July 28, 2008

New Music Monday

Newish stuff I'm listening to right now:

1. Beck's new album, Modern Guilt. I'm enjoying the Violent-Femmes-tinged Gamma Ray. Also love the killer drums on the spacey Chemtrails. This song was reminding me a bit of the crashing choruses of the Smashing Pumpkins, and lo and behold, the drummer, Joey Waronker, has also appeared on recordings by the Pumpkins. I'm still getting into this album, but so far, me likey.

2. Ear candy - Kate Nash and Rihanna. Kate Nash comes from the Brit School (fellow alums - Amy Winehouse and Adele). Love this song, Pumpkin Soup. I know Rihanna's album has been out for a while, but, Umbrella really is a monster of a pop tune (if you can get past the lame rap by Jay-Z at the beginning), and I just can't seem to get sick of it, try as I might.

3. Ladytron. My bud Lara has been talking about this band for a while, but I am just now getting around to them. Great sound -- check out a live version of their Goth-and-80s-sounding High Rise.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Movies

We recently got back from a fabulous vacation at my sister's place in Tahoe, and while there, I saw the new Batman movie. Christopher Nolan, the writer/director, also directed one of my all-time favorite movies, Memento. Nolan made Memento for about $5 million, yet, I think Memento's even better than the $180 million Dark Knight. Check 'em out and see what you think.

Oh, and I'm very pumped to see the new documentary Man On Wire. It recounts the true story of Philippe Petit's walk on a tightrope stretched between the Twin Towers in 1974. He did this illegally, and without any safety equipment whatsoever. Not only did he walk on the tightrope, he laid on it and danced on it! Crazy! I don't remember this story from when I was young, but this is a truly remarkable and, in view of 9/11, sentimentally nostalgic story

Friday, July 11, 2008

Courage

Very cool story on NPR yesterday about North Carolina state employee L.F. Eason, who refused to lower the flag at his state-run laboratory in honor of late Sen. Jesse Helms. Eason was Director of the lab, and because the lab's work was so closely identified with him, he simply couldn't stomach the idea of honoring someone who voted against the 1964 Civil Rights Act and the MLK Jr. national holiday (Helms also never recanted his position against racial integration, unlike Strom Thurman -- who, of course, may have had other reasons for doing so). Because of this "insubordination," Eason was forced to retire early. You can listen to his interview here.

On an unrelated note (fair warning, bragging about to happen), I was playing Mozart's Sonata in C Major on the piano tonight (what I could remember of it), and Greta urgently remarked that she saw this song on Baby Mozart. We watched the video, and sure enough, it was the opening tune. Coincidence? Dunno, but I am very happy that she appreciates music.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

monsters inc.

Great movie, bad idea watching it with a 3-year-old. Greta now no longer wants to sleep in her room after a couple of nightmares which made her jump from her bed screaming "Monsters, Monsters!" at the top of her lungs. Because I just returned to work, I feel guilty enough to let her sleep in the portacrib upstairs in our bedroom. But give this girl an inch, and she'll take a trip around the world! She's now conning her way into our bed, throwing tantrums when we don't let her sleep there (claiming I'm in "her spot"). Did we explain to her that monsters exist only in cartoons? Check. Did we use our imaginary "spray" to clear her room of monsters each night? Check. Did we double her up with the baby so she has company at night? Um, no, we're not insane (if you could hear the chatterfest that is Greta, you'd understand why she and a quiet, sleeping baby mix about as well as anchovies and ice cream). Ah, well, we should just relax and enjoy her company -- this won't go on forever, will it?