i remain fascinated with all things deemed useless, antiquated and outmoded. for christmas i proclaimed my want, nay need, for a globe and a typewriter. b asked if i was planning a trip to the 1800s. despite their mocking, my roommates came through for me and m got me a miniature black and white globe for xmas. tres chic. i still lust for a typewriter and after discovering this in the bowels of the library, a card catalog.
also, does anyone remember the 1900s house? that show was brilliant. i watched it religiously on PBS in high school. soon my life will contain one small tidbit of similarity to theirs as i will be the lucky recipient of three gourmet cheeses a month brought directly to my doorstep. all i need now is milk delivery in glass bottles and one of those porcelain wash basins with a pitcher in my bedroom. ermmm...as i typed the previous sentence i remembered that i received two glass milk bottles from ikea as one of my birthday gifts this year. i guess everyone is well aware of my obsession with all things antiquated* and is keen to enable this obsession.
*i am quite certain there must be a word for "obsession with antiquated things". i must figure out what it is.
once upon a time, long ago, bjd (not so much "before jesus died" as "before juris doctor", but chuh whatevs) i went out on thursday nights. tonight i had every intention of attending third thursday at raw so that i could sip on martinis and nat shermans and teeter around in stilettos and catch my first glimpse of taiga ermansons's fragile cross stitch on kleenex pieces. the last time i was at raw i planned to peek at them but there were several breakdancers breakdancing around in the room and i didn't feel like it was necessary to interrupt them. fortunately, i was able to check out hirokazu fukawa's A Thought at the Edge of the Continent: Manchuria to Siberia 1942 - 1947.this particular piece is "a sculptural installation using 60 fluorescent bulbs to simulate a Siberian blizzard." i wound my way through it for a bit until i became nervous that i would trip and ruin everything. it reminded me of tesla coils and the electrified lightbulb field in the prestige.
anyway, i didn't get to go tonight but hopefully i will make it to the artist talk on March 5th. in the meantime, i am listening to the pierces and writing and researching...blah
so, it has been, like, forever since i have posted a blog to this particular blog. i fault my adult add and the fact that i am a total blog whore (blore? whog?). i join every blog that i am invited to and immediately dive in with earnest blogging away about some subject that has piqued my interest or tickled my fancy until, inevitably, i lose interest and my participation wanes. alas, my self-absorption has reared its pretty little head again and i have been dying to blog about my own personal interests and occasionally intriguing life experiences.
i recently celebrated a birfday and my roommates threw me a whimsical unbirthday party in wonderland.my parents, who are taking care to keep me cultured, took me out to barca and to raw to see the oscar nominated foreign film shorts. we ordered from the tapas calientes! menu at barca. i have to admit, the food sounds better than it tasted. i have been to some amazing tapas restaurants so perhaps i am being unfair but this place got fantastic reviews and frankly, i was not altogether that impressed. i hate to be a traitor but i think barcelona's fare is actually better. that being said, the crabcakes were pretty yum and my dad said the bacalao tasted just like his portuguese grandmother's homemade version. the giant pitcher of cava sangria was also a hit. i suppose i'll just have to go back and order the rest of the menu to see if it was a fluke.
Esalada de Bacalao////9 Bacalao, Chickpeas, Red Onions, Roasted Corn, Olive Oil & Sherry Vinegar Vieras con Jamon Serrano////9 Seared Sea Scallops Wrapped with Spanish Ham over Garlic Bean Sauce Chorizo Asado con Gambas al Ajillo////9 Grilled Spanish Chorizo, and Garlic Shrimp Bollos de Cangrejo////9 Crabcakes with Spicy Remoulade
Setas del Monte Asadas con Mantequilla al Ajo////9
Wild Mushrooms Sauteéd with Garlic and Butter served with Crusty Bread
The shorts were great, riveting, heartbreaking, beautiful, the whole bit. My parents chose to see the foreign film shorts because they have subtitles but one of the films was from Ireland and therefore in English and sans subtitles. Whoops...I guess we didn't think that one through. Fortunately, it was only 12 minutes long. I loved them all but of course had special affection for the frenchie one, Manon on the Asphalt.
LIVE ACTION Auf Der Strecke (On the Line) - dir. Reto Caffi (Germany/Switzerland) New Boy - dir. Steph Green (Ireland) Toyland - dir. Jochen Freydank (Germany) The Pig - dirs. Tivi Magnusson and Dorte Høgh (Denmark) Manon on the Asphalt - dirs. Elizabeth Marre and Olivier Pont (France)
i guess everyone is well aware of my obsession with all things antiquated* and is keen to enable this obsession.
