After several glasses of wine this evening, I charged E with picking out my clothes for our late-night trip to West End Cinema. In the fashion magazine where I gleaned this idea (okay that's probably the first place I went wrong) the husband in question chose extra sexy clothes for his wife, which she thought were too risque, but then she kept getting lots of compliments so she just went with it.
Counterpoint: E chose my most boring (though very work appropriate and reasonably nice) black dress. Which is itself an accomplishment, because I have a lot of black dresses. When I harangued him about it, he went back and picked another (sexier) black dress for me, but I think the whole episode is pretty telling anyway. E is the type who chooses sensible shoes every time, not just because they're sensible, but because he genuinely likes them*. Fortunately, he chose a wife who, without hesitation, will buy white ballerina flats with wings on them in a half-size too small, on the internet. It all evens out in the end, right?
*It should be noted that, once he chose the black dress, he chose all the right accessories, AND that he specifically avoided choosing a dress that was the same color as the t-shirt he was already wearing. The man's not colorblind. Just . . . steady.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Use Your . . . Intertubes?: Awesome Things Edition
Climb onboard the appreciation train (woooo woooo!) for an assortment of things I'm jazzed about right now.
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The amazing "skants" worn by enlightened Starfleet dudes in the first few seasons of Star Trek: TNG
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| Picture c/o GeekSix |
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Peanut Butter Creme Newman-Os
Peanut Butter Creme Newman-Os
| I don't know why this picture won't rotate. |
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Spraying perfume on my knee-pits (I get to smell good without the perfume headaches!)
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| Lucky Magazine teaches me how to use products like a lady. |
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I haven't explored it much yet but I'm excited about the potential of Spotify
I haven't explored it much yet but I'm excited about the potential of Spotify
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Can't decide if I want to make it myself or buy this chunky knit sweater from Good Night, Day
| found through Miss Moss |
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If A Married Lesbian Couple Saves 40 Teens from the Norway Massacre and No One Writes About It, Did It Really Happen? (Thanks to Jess for the link)
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OMG WHITE WINGED BALLERINA FLATS
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| Adidas js wings ballerina flats discovered through Nag on the Lake |
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Anyone else find anything superawesome recently?
Monday, August 1, 2011
More Music! It is the theme of the week?
If the internet gods cooperate, here are two ways I will keep myself entertained today:
The Library of Congress' new National Jukebox
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| Image Courtesy of Sound College |
Thanks to BUST magazine and my girl Rachel Maddow for directing me to all this awesome new ear-candy.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Use Your Ears: Monthly Mix - June
Here's what I was listening to in June. Listen on Spotify here (hopefully it works! You need an invitation to join.)
| 1 | Peter Gabriel | Heroes | Scratch My Back | Song, and album, of the month. |
| 2 | Lily Allen | LDN | Single | |
| 3 | Nicky Minaj & Drake | Moment 4 Life | Pink Friday | I resent how deeply this song has been drilled into my brain and hate Drake's self-aggrandizing, borderline-misogynist rant in the middle of it, but secretly love that Minaj compares herself to a vampire slayer AND King David in the same verse. |
| 4 | P!nk | Raise Your Glass | Single | Surely 2011's #1 prom theme. |
| 5 | La Roux | Bulletproof (Manhattan Clique Remix Radio) | Bulletproof (Remixes) | |
| 6 | John Lennon | God | Plastic Ono Band | God is a concept / by which we measure our pain |
| 7 | Brian Eno | Third Uncle | Taking Tiger Mountain By Strategy | |
| 8 | Architecture in Helsinki | W.O.W. | Moment Bends | Saw AiH at the Black Cat this month. |
| 9 | Architecture in Helsinki | Escapee | Moment Bends | AiH frontman Cameron Bird reminds me of Dr. Janosz Poha in Ghostbusters II. |
| 10 | Jonathan Richman | When We Refuse to Suffer | Because Her Beauty is Raw and Wild | Your life becomes a bore, and you're sufferin' even more. Good reminder from Mr. Richman. |
| 11 | Architecture in Helsinki | Sleep Talkin' | Moment Bends | Did I mention that I like Architecture in Helsinki? I’m not sure if I mentioned that. |
| 12 | Elvis Presley | Burnin' Love | Elvis 75 | Lordy lordy, Elvis lights my morning sky. |
| 13 | Peter Gabriel | The Book of Love | Scratch My Back |
Friday, July 29, 2011
Their Words/Your Hands: Blackberry Season
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.
- Seamus Heaney, Blackberry Picking
Blackberry season comes earlier here in DC than in Ireland; the dregs of our first batch from the farmer’s market just succumbed to rot. Fortunately, most of them made it into our greedy mouths. Another batch went into the below recipe for Blackberry Pistachio Icebox Cake, which I made yesterday for a work pot-luck.
Blackberry Pistachio Icebox Cake
1 1/2 cups heavy cream, chilled
1 1/2 teaspoons rose water
1/4 cup sugar
A couple of packets of tea biscuit cookies, or whatever absorbent, not-too-sweet wafer you find lying around (I used the Caramel/Toffee flavor of pizzelle from Whole Foods)
3 cups blackberries, sliced in half
2/3 cup unsalted pistachio nuts, toasted and roughly chopped
1/4 cup pomegranate molasses (or more, to taste)
In a large bowl, combine cream, rose water, and sugar. Use electric mixer to whip mixture on high speed until it holds stiff peaks.
Line the bottom of an 8x8 baking dish (or whatever size you have handy) with wafers. Spread on one quarter of the cream. Sprinkle one quarter of the blackerries and pistachios on top, and finish with a drizzle of pomegranate molasses. Repeat for four layers.
Cover and chill in refrigerator for at least 6 hours or overnight.
Brazenly stolen and slightly reworded from Max Falkowitz’s recipe on Serious Eats
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Use Their Words
"But no matter how justifiable such anger with Congress may be, we'd still like to take the chance to remind [Jeff] Jarvis and everyone else that we here in the city of Washington didn't have any part in electing the group of jokers that's playing chicken with the country's financial future -- and, in fact, they've been toying with us for years. Welcome to the club!"
- Aaron Morrissey at DCist on the trending #F**kYouWashington hashtag
- Aaron Morrissey at DCist on the trending #F**kYouWashington hashtag
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Use Your Ears: Monthly Mix - May
I'm way behind on my monthly mixes. Here's what I was listening to in May.
| Artist | Title | Album | Notes | |
| 1 | David Gilliland & Jeffrey Lyman | Sarabande et Cortege pour basson et piano | The Wind Compositions of Henri Dutilleaux | As noted previously, my new favorite bassoon piece |
| 2 | Fleetwood Mac | Secondhand News | Rumours | Thanks to a lovely mix from a lovely lady, Ms. Laura |
| 3 | Jens Lekman | You Can Call Me Al (live) | Found via Miss Moss's Simon/Garfunkel/Covered mix | |
| 4 | Auditorium | Sunday | Be Brave | Also found through Miss Moss. This song has gorgeous layering, and is about a first winter snow. Probably my favorite song of the month. |
| 5 | TV On the Radio | Killer Crane | Nine Types of Light | Ethereal. |
| 6 | Robyn | Hang With Me | Body Talk | Keep it tight. |
| 7 | R.E.M. | At My Most Beautiful | Up | A sweet song that Mariele included on the mix for my bachelorette. |
| 8 | Katy Perry | E.T. | Teenage Dream | I have a very minor Katy Perry problem. This is not the Kanye West version. |
| 9 | Ke$ha | Your Love Is My Drug | Animal | I also have a minor Ke$ha problem. |
| 10 | Auditorium | All Your Days | Be Brave | Folky and wistful. |
| 11 | Sia | Clap Your Hands | We Are Born | From a fab mix of female artists I got in a Design Crush mix swap. |
| 12 | La Roux | I'm Not Your Toy | La Roux | Incredibly catchy. Also from the Design Crush mix. |
| 13 | Kate Nash | Do Wah Do | Bridesmaids Soundtrack | The most simultaneously joyful and angry song I've heard lately. Design Crush mix again. |
| 14 | Lykke Li | Breaking It Up | Youth Novels | Great percussion. |
| 15 | Jackson Sisters | I Believe In Miracles | Jackson Sisters | Don't you? Not to be confused with La Toya & co, the Jackson Sisters were a 70s disco family group out of Compton. c/o DC. |
| 16 | The Chemical Brothers | Asleep from Day | Surrender | Miss Moss mix. Good for sleepy afternoons. |
Friday, July 22, 2011
Once In A Lifetime
Since the wedding I've been putting off writing down how everything felt, with the exception of a few memories jotted down the night of. I'm deeply happy with how everything turned out, though I wish the night had been about four days longer. (We actually meant to make it a bit longer, but accidentally put a slightly later time on the invites than we meant to. Ah, well.) Looking back on the night, I keep thinking in superlatives: everything looked beautiful, everyone was helpful, everybody danced, the food was amazing, the clothes were gorgeous, the weather was perfect . . . but I really kind of believe all of those desciptors. It's kind of nuts how well things went.
Paradoxically, this has made it incredibly easy for me, the eternal regretter, to hone in on the few things that did not go 100% perfectly. I'm not going to talk about them here because they're seriously minor, and I've learned already that bringing them up only keeps them alive. But I'm working on letting go, and the more time and distance I have, the littler and sillier they seem. I'm sure that in time they will fade completely, and the big-picture gorgeousness and love of the day will wholly overwhelm any lingering doubts. Without further ado . . .
Fond Memories:
- The heavy moment right before the processional started. Though surrounded by loved ones, E, birds and boxwoods, I felt shaky and overwhelmed. Closest I came to crying the whole day.
- Walking down the aisle not to a sea of faces, but a sea of cameras.
- Our beautiful, awesome, amazing, gorgeous, perfect wedding party.
- Listening to my good friend read the same passage for us that I had read at his civil ceremony & watching him try not to cry.
- Having a brief moment alone with my brand new husband and a bottle of rosé.
- E bustling my dress after the ceremony, since he was the only one who I had shown how to do so. (Thanks to Sarah for the beautiful bustle!)
- Giving a small impromptu speech when E and I rejoined the guests for cocktails. I realized that on the walk over I had been looking for four-leafed clovers, as I frequently do, and then thought to myself: "Look all around you, and look next to you. What more luck could you need?"
- Joking through our first dance, to "The Book of Love" by The Magnetic Fields.
- The positive SWARM onto the dance floor when "Twist and Shout" came on after the first dance. And how everyone stayed up and dancing through the next 10 or so Motown classics before starting to take breaks.
- Dancing with EVERYONE to Like A Prayer. That song is my jam forever and always.
- Getting in the middle of a delish slow-dance sandwich with two lovely ladies as Pete Townshend crooned "Let My Love Open the Door" (the E. Cola Mix).
- ICE CREAM SANDWICHES and PIE. Served on DRY FREAKING ICE.
- Fabulous jerk chicken and spanakopita and mac 'n' cheese and so much more. Though it was hard to eat at all - I swore I'd be the bride who broke the "forgot to eat" curse but my body was NOT having it. Thankfully it was also hard to drink (kept leaving my beer bottle places, to go dance), so I did not disgrace myself.
- Good friends' beautiful, heartfelt toasts.
- Our amazing impromptu centerpieces. We had planned the mason jars with battery-powered twinkle lights inside, and stolen the idea for tiny plant favors (thanks Mike & Meri!) but it was my overbuying of flowers and the last-minute arranging powers of E's mom and some dedicated wedding party members that really made the centerpieces truly awesome. At the end of the night, nearly every single jar (lights, flowers and all) went home with a guest - so I guess they liked them!
- SO MANY HUGS. All night long. Non-stop hugs.
- The amazing way that everyone - and especially our immediate family and the wedding party - pitched in. In the frantic hour and a half before things really got going, everyone was constantly on the move, hanging things and arranging things and collaborating and communicating and working miracles with (leopard print) duct tape. We could NOT have been luckier, and we do NOT for a SECOND take for granted the effort they put in. Thanks so much, everyone!
There's so much more. I can't even start. DIY photobooth pictures are up on Evan's Flickr (look out for the human pyramid!) Professional photos should be coming soon. Gratitude and joyful memories know no bounds.
Note: We don't have professional photos back yet, so these photos are all courtesy of my dad, my fabulous friend Carla and my cousins Laura and Stacy. Thank you!
Paradoxically, this has made it incredibly easy for me, the eternal regretter, to hone in on the few things that did not go 100% perfectly. I'm not going to talk about them here because they're seriously minor, and I've learned already that bringing them up only keeps them alive. But I'm working on letting go, and the more time and distance I have, the littler and sillier they seem. I'm sure that in time they will fade completely, and the big-picture gorgeousness and love of the day will wholly overwhelm any lingering doubts. Without further ado . . .
Fond Memories:
- The heavy moment right before the processional started. Though surrounded by loved ones, E, birds and boxwoods, I felt shaky and overwhelmed. Closest I came to crying the whole day.
- Walking down the aisle not to a sea of faces, but a sea of cameras.
- Our beautiful, awesome, amazing, gorgeous, perfect wedding party.
| Don't they look beautiful? Everyone chose their own outfits. |
- Listening to my good friend read the same passage for us that I had read at his civil ceremony & watching him try not to cry.
- Having a brief moment alone with my brand new husband and a bottle of rosé.
- E bustling my dress after the ceremony, since he was the only one who I had shown how to do so. (Thanks to Sarah for the beautiful bustle!)
- Giving a small impromptu speech when E and I rejoined the guests for cocktails. I realized that on the walk over I had been looking for four-leafed clovers, as I frequently do, and then thought to myself: "Look all around you, and look next to you. What more luck could you need?"
- Joking through our first dance, to "The Book of Love" by The Magnetic Fields.
- The positive SWARM onto the dance floor when "Twist and Shout" came on after the first dance. And how everyone stayed up and dancing through the next 10 or so Motown classics before starting to take breaks.
- Dancing with EVERYONE to Like A Prayer. That song is my jam forever and always.
- Getting in the middle of a delish slow-dance sandwich with two lovely ladies as Pete Townshend crooned "Let My Love Open the Door" (the E. Cola Mix).
- ICE CREAM SANDWICHES and PIE. Served on DRY FREAKING ICE.
- Fabulous jerk chicken and spanakopita and mac 'n' cheese and so much more. Though it was hard to eat at all - I swore I'd be the bride who broke the "forgot to eat" curse but my body was NOT having it. Thankfully it was also hard to drink (kept leaving my beer bottle places, to go dance), so I did not disgrace myself.
- Good friends' beautiful, heartfelt toasts.
- Our amazing impromptu centerpieces. We had planned the mason jars with battery-powered twinkle lights inside, and stolen the idea for tiny plant favors (thanks Mike & Meri!) but it was my overbuying of flowers and the last-minute arranging powers of E's mom and some dedicated wedding party members that really made the centerpieces truly awesome. At the end of the night, nearly every single jar (lights, flowers and all) went home with a guest - so I guess they liked them!
- SO MANY HUGS. All night long. Non-stop hugs.
- The amazing way that everyone - and especially our immediate family and the wedding party - pitched in. In the frantic hour and a half before things really got going, everyone was constantly on the move, hanging things and arranging things and collaborating and communicating and working miracles with (leopard print) duct tape. We could NOT have been luckier, and we do NOT for a SECOND take for granted the effort they put in. Thanks so much, everyone!
There's so much more. I can't even start. DIY photobooth pictures are up on Evan's Flickr (look out for the human pyramid!) Professional photos should be coming soon. Gratitude and joyful memories know no bounds.
Note: We don't have professional photos back yet, so these photos are all courtesy of my dad, my fabulous friend Carla and my cousins Laura and Stacy. Thank you!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Use Your Eyes: Personal Style
Okay! I am working on WORDS (for reals - both about my Very Important Wedding and other things, like vocabulary that I learned from reading Dune), but in the meantime . . .
I don't know if it's some sort of Caribbean hangover or a post-wedding backlash or what, but my fashion interests have definitely taken a turn for the eclectic lately. First I became obsessed with this outfit worn by Natalia Tena (aka Tonks, aka Ellie from About A Boy) at the Harry Potter premiere in London:
And then I got all hot and bothered about this colorful tips tutorial that I saw on Design Crush:
And tonight I found myself totally smitten by the amazing site Hel Looks, which captures hipsters in Helsinki wearing wacky clothes:
Soooo, let's make some colorful-scarf, floral-print, cowboy-booted magic, people. The universe demands it.
P.S. Pictures this weekend. Promise.
I don't know if it's some sort of Caribbean hangover or a post-wedding backlash or what, but my fashion interests have definitely taken a turn for the eclectic lately. First I became obsessed with this outfit worn by Natalia Tena (aka Tonks, aka Ellie from About A Boy) at the Harry Potter premiere in London:
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| Picture courtesy of The Independent |
And then I got all hot and bothered about this colorful tips tutorial that I saw on Design Crush:
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| From The Beauty Department |
And tonight I found myself totally smitten by the amazing site Hel Looks, which captures hipsters in Helsinki wearing wacky clothes:
Soooo, let's make some colorful-scarf, floral-print, cowboy-booted magic, people. The universe demands it.
P.S. Pictures this weekend. Promise.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack
Hi all, I'm back from my wedding and honeymoon, and finally starting to put my life in order again. Hopefully that order includes many words in the future! But for right now my daily list looks like this:
To Do:
Care for plants
Clean floors
Post pictures online
Start thank-you notes
Catch up on Google Reader
Actual Accomplishments:
Drinks w/ friends
Eat too much sushi
Fall asleep on the couch 5 minutes after getting home while watching Antiques Roadshow
It is an exciting, and productive, life that I lead. More soon!
To Do:
Care for plants
Clean floors
Post pictures online
Start thank-you notes
Catch up on Google Reader
Actual Accomplishments:
Drinks w/ friends
Eat too much sushi
Fall asleep on the couch 5 minutes after getting home while watching Antiques Roadshow
It is an exciting, and productive, life that I lead. More soon!
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