Monday, December 31, 2012

Review

What was that? No, I couldn't help myself

There are a few things I thought to post for the end of 2012. Instead of going with my initial instinct of "So long, sucka" or variant, I thought I might post what I learned this year.

In 2012, I learned:

Electric tea kettles exist and are awesome (thanks, NZ cuzzies)

When a person orders fish and chips in New Zealand, there is more than one fish variety to choose from!

Learning to play the piano is pretty much as difficult and intimidating as I thought it was going to be, but practicing makes it feel less impossible.

Rolling my eyes at the NYC weatherman that says "It's so unusual for a hurricane to be heading this way when it would've normally been in Cuba right now" does no one any good.

Also, when said hurricane knocks out the hot water in one's building, a shower can be cold enough to turn one's appendages blue.

The series finale of Gossip Girl did not make me cry, but the freakin' end of Breaking Dawn: Part 2 did and for that I am a little ashamed. Not so much for the material itself, but for the song selection. We can do better.

Also, Chuck's onesie makes me happy. Always.

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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Biting


I watched Reality Bites with the husband yesterday. I forgot what a smooth operator Ethan Hawke was in this movie. Troy, man. The 90's dream. Roving intellectual, plus laissez-faire philosophy, plus tortured family life, plus lead singer in a rock band, plus, yes, being easy on the eyes. It made me want to watch Before Sunrise again.  

The movie is good on its own. The quintessential coming-of-age 90s drama, where college graduation means freedom but more than that, large scary question marks. Also, it reminded me how much I like Peter Frampton.

Monday, December 17, 2012

XOXO

Pic from NY Trip


Why write a love letter to the show when the CW provided an hour long Gossip Girl love fest? Oh, well. Since I am highly impressionable, I have to thank the show for not only introducing me to serious retail envy with 'Alexa' Mulberry bags, Alexis Bittar cuffs, and Charlotte Olympia heels, but the literary and musical name checks too.

Would a casual fan read Anna Karenina, The Beautiful and Damned, The End of the Affair, Washington Square, The Petting Zoo, Bright Lights, Big City, The House of Mirth and The Secret History? Hmm, I didn't intend for that list to be so long. #don'tjudge

Also, Lana Del Rey, Gotye, Kimbra, James Vincent McMurrow, Sia, The xx, and, though I'm loathe to admit it, One Republic.

In short, I will miss Blair Waldorf smack talk, NJBC takedowns, Chuck's onesie, S&B catfights and makeups, GG in Paris, not all but the better part of Chuck and Blair shenanigans, and what I will miss most: NY Mag's weekly reality indexes.

I would've posted a video from my NY trip where I am standing a few blocks away from the Empire Hotel and my sister is shouting "look it's Gossip Girl, your one true love" at me, but said video also includes me tripping over a pothole. Next time, I guess. Anyway, you know you love me...

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Not Yet


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My husband has reassured me that I don't have whooping cough. This is a comfort as the whole-coughing-till-I-puke is getting kind of old. What's a persistent cough, when I have things to do! Two weeks until Christmas and I have no one checked off my list, four items of which are handmade knits. 19 books left to read on my "50 books read in 2013" goal. Did I mention the silly delusion I have of writing stuffs completed by the end of this month?

Also, I am hoping to be proven wrong next week that Nathaniel Archibald is not actually Gossip Girl. Yesterday's episode seems to be pointing to Dan, but oh, man. WHAT THE HECK AM I GOING TO OBSESS OVER WHEN THIS SHOW ENDS NEXT MONDAY? My real life? My above list? Frankly, I'll wait until next week to write my love letter to this silly, ridiculously awesome show, but today I'm listening to BoB "Ghost in the Machine" on repeat and dreaming of Paris.