Monday, April 30, 2007
And just because I don't have anything interesting to post, here are some questions for you all to answer in the comments, if you so desire:
1. Would you rather be a giant or a midget?
2. What is the best vacation you ever took?
3. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
4. If you could choose a different time (you know, like the renaissance, or the 1980's) in which to live, what would you choose?
5. Have you ever been arrested?
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Saturday- After a busy day of work, draft watching, and soccer, I went to Latin Night at the Roxy with Lisa, Maria, and Liz. It was quite an experience, right from the start: we got fully frisked by security as we walked in. The drinks were really expensive, but good, and the crowd was very Latin. Suit jackets, gold chains, and the occasional pair of white leather loafers on the men, and as for the girls, mini shorts are the new mini skirt. The music was a mix of salsa, merengue, reggaeton, and bachata. Judging by the amount of bachata, there were a lot of Dominicans in the crowd. No Manny or Papi, though. We all danced with very short men, and it was nice change of pace to do something other than drink at an Irish pub in Southie.
Sunday- I decided that my wardrobe needed some updating, and since I'm on a grad school budget, that means one thing: Old Navy. I bought a ton of stuff there and picked up a few more items at Filene's Basement in Framingham. Back at home, I decided that it is time for the seasonal switch- I packed away most of my heavy sweaters and winter clothes, and unpacked the skirts and tank tops. Hey, I'm an optimist. Do you know what else I'm optimistic about? Randy Moss on the Patriots!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Although I've seen this story on several news sites, I am somewhat skeptical, and in this report, Japanese police deny any knowledge of the lamb scam.
But if it were true, I bet those women are feeling a bit, well, sheepish. Ba-dum-bum.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Here are her questions and my answers:
1. If money were no object what one thing would you do to change the world? Provide everyone in the world access to sufficient amounts of food, drinking water, and medical care. Wait, that's three things. I'll go with the clean water.
2. What one item of clothing or accessory do you currently own that you love the most? Why? I am an outerwear fiend. I love jackets and coats. My light tan belted trench coat is currently my favorite. I bought it last spring right during a time when it seemed like nothing was going right for me, and the mere thought of the perfectness of the coat could make me smile.
3. You have been picked to be on Survivor. Probst says you get to bring one luxury item. What do you bring? Hmmm, everything I think of seems to be battery powered (iPods, people, get your minds out of the gutter!) so I'll go with a nice, expensive bathing suit, assuming that I'll be going somewhere tropical. Wait! Scratch that. A fancy camera.
4. If you decided to change your name what would you change it to? When I was a kid, my constant companion, a neighborhood boy named Ian, and I used to pretend we were dogs. ALL THE TIME. To the extent that we failed kindergarten screening and got sent to pre-kindergarten because we kept interacting in barking dog code. He was a Great Dane named Frenchie and I was a poodle named Penny. So I'll go with Penny, short for Penelope.
5. You are replacing Rosie on The View and get to pick the first guest. Who do you pick? Oooh, good question! I'll go with the elusive J.D. Salinger. Second choice: Bob Dylan.
Hey bloggers, want to play? Here are the rules if you want to participate:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me”, or words to that effect.
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions, but I get to pick the questions, no questions asked. Any questions?
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You have to include this explanation, and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Try out a mini-version here. I got 7 out of 9 correct, which correlates to a 39. Same as Brian Griese, and more than double Dan Marino.
Here's a blog post which lists many players' reported scores. Tom did better than Peyton, but Eil beat them both. And Vince Young? Ouch.
In other news, a 4-year old gets ABSOLUTELY DRILLED by a wide receiver during a game in Colorado. He's okay, so you don't have to feel too guilty if you laugh at the video. Um, allowing little kids to roam around on the field during football games? Maybe not such a good idea.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Here's a closer look at some of the contents (in addition to the Rosin Bag, comb and nail clipper, and breath spray, pay special attention to the cloth bag in C5):
The bowling itself was a grand time, although the mystery haze that fills Boston Bowl clouded the photo a bit.
Friday, April 20, 2007
- I have an inability to determine whether fabrics are wet or dry. If you live with me, you will often be subjected to the following request: “Touch these clothes and tell me if they are dry yet.”
- I only found out yesterday that Heather Mills (Paul McCartney’s ex) is an amputee. Did everyone except for me already know this? Probably.
- In eighth grade, I once called the boy I liked and played the cassette tape of “More Than Words” by Extreme into the receiver when he answered.
- Along with Snoop Dogg and Sublime, I am originally from Long Beach, California.
- When I watch the Red Sox play the Yankees, I have a special voice I use to make fun of Jorge Posada that involves me pretending that I have a lisp. "Hey Pothada, where's the ball?" As an aside, check out the new Sportcenter commercial with Ortiz and Pothada.
- I love love love cheesy movies about dancing. To the point that I signed up for a ballroom dance class. It starts on Monday. The odds of me being taller than all the guys in the class? Fairly high.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Crawford: Dick Bavetta, who's almost as fast as Charles Barkley and wears five pairs of socks every night.
Duncan: Tony Parker, who is French, Robert Horry, who is 53, and Manu Ginobili, who will instinctively fall down if Crawford even balls up his fist
Next up, Red Sox announcers discuss in detail a pizza-throwing incident that took place during yesterday's game. Watch the video, and laugh. The slow motion replays with commentary killed me.
(via UH and My Friend Neal)
Saturday, April 14, 2007
and happy 5th anniversary to my sister Kerry and BIL Adam!
Last night, I watched the Sox defeat the Los Angeles Angels 10-1. The game started off slow, until Doug Mirabelli hit a home run in the 5th inning, opening up the flood gates. I like to think that I played some small part in this turn of events, because everyone in our section was bitching about how bad Mirabelli sucks, and I yelled something silly like "Don't listen to them, Doug. I believe in you! Hit a home run right to me!" Next swing- bam! Home Run!- although, not to me.
We had standing room only tickets for the Monster, and when we asked an usher where the good spots were, he told us that they sometimes leave the gates to the handicapped section open. I asked "Does that mean we can sit there if the seats are empty?" He replied "As an usher, I can't really give you permission to sit there," wink wink, nudge nudge. I said, "Well, what if we sit there, and if anyone comes and asks us to move, we'll move." The usher gave us the OK. Kim and I sat down, and eventually the other seats filled up with our standing-room-only brethren. In the sixth inning, a different usher and a cop came over and demanded that we show them our handicapped tickets. So we moved, only to have our seats taken by three young guys, who were clearly not handicapped. Minutes later, we overheard the cop telling the usher that the guys were his son and two friends. Seat stealing nepotists! Oh, the injustice! We concocted various methods of revenge, like, hey, let's call Fox 25 Undercover, and they can do a spot on non-handicapped people who use a cop to kick out other non-handicapped people (who were there first) from the handicapped section at Fenway Park. Um, maybe not. We opted instead to give them the stinkeye and then take a photo of me giving them the finger behind their backs, because we're mature like that.
Anyways, despite the cold and the seat thieves, the game was a blast! Here are some photos of Kim, Mike, Jason, and me:
Friday, April 13, 2007
I thought this little bit was interesting:
"The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too.
There was no ethnic or demographic pattern to distinguish the people who stayed to watch Bell, or the ones who gave money, from that vast majority who hurried on past, unheeding. Whites, blacks and Asians, young and old, men and women, were represented in all three groups. But the behavior of one demographic remained absolutely consistent. Every single time a child walked past, he or she tried to stop and watch. And every single time, a parent scooted the kid away."
via Bob Congdon
Tonight, I will break that vow. Why? MONSTER SEATS, BABY! Okay, technically, they are standing room only, but whatever, I'll still be up there. I don't care how cold it gets.
In honor of tonight's game, here's
Dirty Water, by the Standells
Also, even though Dice-K lost in the home opener, I have high hopes, and I love the Nike commercial. It reminds me of this great ad from Lebron's rookie season, which I also loved.
Happy Friday, everyone!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Now do yourself a favor and read Slaughterhouse-Five if you haven't already.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
Saturday- Worked all day, went to a crazy man's house to pick up a jungle gym with my brother-in-law, met Lisa and Liz for drinks at the Playwright.
Sunday- Easter! Went to church (and this year I didn't even have to sneak out early to avoid and awkward encounter during the "peace be with you" handshake...but that's a story for another day). My friend and former soccer teammate Jonny was in town, so a bunch of the old gang got together for brunch at Johnny's Luncheonette in Newtown. After that, I headed to Framingham for Easter Dinner with the family. We had lamb, perhaps to symbolize the lamb of God? Oh my gosh, we ate Jesus! Dinner was followed by a choice of three desserts, and I tried them all- carrot cake, strawberry merange, and apricot tart. Yum. That cute baby in the photo is my youngest niece, Maggie.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Songs for your enjoyment:
Whole Wide World, by Wreckless Eric.
I had never heard this song until I watched Stranger Than Fiction (time to revoke my hipster music fan card, right?), and now I can't get it out of my head.
Can't Stand Me Now, by The Libertines.
Pete Doherty may be a big, drunken, drugged out douchebag face, but when it comes to music, he is absolutely brilliant. I think he is the UK's answer to Shane MacGowan. Unfortunately, I also think the chance of him releasing a great new album is on par with the likelihood of him dying of an overdose. But who knows, maybe he will live a long, fruitful life and fifty years from now, he'll be making jokes about snorting his father's ashes. Have you guys been following the Keith Richards gossip? Here's a synopsis: Keith says that he cut cocaine with his father's ashes and snorted it up. Press goes hog wild. Keith's PR people claim he was only kidding. Disney craps itself, then announces that Keith will not do any promotional work for the upcoming Pirates of the Caribbean movie, because he no longer fits Disney's family friendly image. I laugh, a lot.
My opinion? He totally did it. And seriously, Disney, this is Keith "everyone is stunned the dude is still alive" Richards. If you wanted family friendly, you should have gone with Yanni.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Someone is Googling you repeatedly. They are being sent to this string of comments from my blog, so they now probably think that you are a big weirdo. I found this out using Google Analytics.
To whomever is googling Elizabeth Bwtka, fear not, she is fun, intelligent, and very attractive, and cares little about ribosomal proteins.
To Elizabeth Bwtka, would you like me to remove these posts?
I woke up early this morning and met Caro for breakfast at Mike's City Diner in the South End before work. Love that place, love starting the day off by doing something a little different, and love diners in general. Mike's is the perfect place: coffee, bacon, eggs, tables of cops and construction workers, and waitresses that call everyone "sweetie."
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Example Number Two: Today, the quarterly issue of Notre Dame Magazine arrived. In the back, there is a little blurb for each graduating class, in which recent accomplishments of alumni are noted. Stuff like Sarah (O’Leary) and James Tuckerman (’98) are proud to announce the birth of their second child, Connor Hampton. Greg Everclear is a litigation lawyer in Omaha and serves on the board of the local alumni club. Although these people attended the same university as I did, even graduating in the same year, our lives have nothing in common. They don’t publish items like Eileen is still in graduate school. Eileen ate nothing but hot dogs for five days because she spent all of her money on a St. Patrick’s Day party. Eileen recently gave herself a black eye when she fell taking off her shoes.
Monday, April 02, 2007
2. Cooking Light magazine. My mom gave me a subscription for Christmas, and I love it. Most of the recipies are simple, fast, and most importantly, requiring ingredients that are available at my local supermarket. Tonight I made chicken baked in coconut curry sauce, and it was excellent. Although I added three times the amount of recommended curry, so it was excellent in the way that makes your face turn red and your eyes water.
3. The Internet, for instant answers to all sorts of questions. Earlier today, I was trying to come up with a retort for the inane statement "The United States isn't ready for a female President." and I found this site with data on female world leaders. Okay, so if you don't like Hilary Clinton, don't vote for her, but c'mon people, the United States can certainly handle having a female President. Are we really less "ready" than Finland, Chile, Nicaragua, Ireland, Liberia, or India? For heaven's sake, even Pakistan has had a female Prime Minister.
4. Swearing. I gave up swearing for lent, and although I've slipped up a few time, I've certainly cut back. Swearing is fun. And funny. I miss it.
Things I Don't Love Right Now:
1. Curt Shilling. Bring on Dice-K!
2. My frickin leg. I got hurt in my soccer game about 9 days ago, and now I'm concerned because the swelling hasn't subsided and the pain is getting worse. And one of my friends told me that someone she knew had similar symptoms and it was a bone chip in her leg, and now I'm getting paranoid. Basically, I collided with a guy running full speed and his kneecap hit the side of my calf, a few inches above my ankle. The impact was comprable to someone hitting you as hard as they could with a baseball bat. It hurt really bad at the time, but not so much that I couldn't walk or finish the game. Despite a nasty bruise, for a few days it felt okay so I went swimming and rode the bike at the gym (probably a bad idea). Since Friday, the swelling has gotten worse and it hurts A LOT. I guess I should probably go get it checked out.
Saturday- Went to see my friend Chris' band, Muy Cansado, played at the Paradise Lounge. They sounded great and it was a really fun show. They were followed by Apple Betty, and adorable all-girl pop rock band. The headlining act was The Ramoniacs, a Ramones tribute band, and after seeing two talented, original bands, there just seemed to be something fundamentally uncool about a band who pretends to be another band. As for the NCAA tournament, I picked Georgetown to beat UCLA in the final, so although I was close, I'm definitely out of the money this year. Booo.
Sunday- Attended Ern's sister Ali's bridal shower at the Dorset tea house in Wellesley. We all got our own pots of tea and trays with mini sandwiches and scones- mmmm. I wasn't feeling so hot (still recovering from a cold and a massive leg injury from soccer), so I laid on the couch and watched two movies. Stranger Than Fiction is a quirky romance starring Will Ferrell in an atypical role for him- he plays Howard Crick, an IRS agent who begins to hear a woman's voice narrating his mundane life. The voice belongs to Emma Thompson, who plays an author writing a novel in which Harold Crick dies at the end. Maggie Gyllenhall plays the love interest, a spunky baker whom Howard audits. The slow pace and the oddness of the film reminded me a lot of Punch-Drunk Love. It was a little slow for me but I liked it a lot more than the second movie I watched, Marie Antoinette. Which sucked. Written and directed by Sofia Coppola, this film is essentially the antithesis to her much-celebrated Lost In Translation. L.I.T focused on characters, relationships, and dialogue, where M.A. is shot after shot of Kirsten Dunst looking languid, surrounded by luxurious shoes and pastries. All style, no substance. This version portrays the doomed queen of France and a naive young girl completely out of touch with life outside of royal palaces. Yes, the historical costumes are pretty, but the modern rock soundtrack didn't work at all. For a movie that does that juxtaposition well, look no further than Moulin Rouge. As for Marie Antionette, I'd rather watch a PBS or BBC special if I want to learn something about the French Revolution.