Mostly, this sleep mask reminds me of my first training bra. ... Anyway, that photo was never meant to be for public consumption. It's just one of those virtual post cards I sent to Chuck while he was at work on Saturday night. But then I was like ... Meh. I need to show the world this Green Hornet costume. In other news, here is how I spent the past week:
FOOD
Matzo Ball Soup: So this was very exciting because I'd never eaten a matzo ball, nor have I made a veggie broth before. My favorite part is where the matzo ball goes from a golf ball to a tennis ball. Super good. And what the heck do you do with a bunch of veggies that have been simmering in water for two hours? does this fall under the universal "serve with Parmesan cheese and black pepper" umbrella? Anyway, so then we had ...
MOVIES
Ordinary People: This angst-filled family drama presents an interesting question: Does a young Donald Sutherland deserve the same consideration as a fantasy dinner guest as the Donald Sutherland of late? Because the Donald Sutherland from "Dirty Sexy Money" could have had the head of the table (where he can more easily shoot disapproving looks at Belinda Carlisle), whereas I'm seeing a smaller role for him as a younger man. Perhaps a seat close to where the spare meat platter is stored so people can be like "Hey! Young Donald Sutherland! Pass me some more of that duck!"
Fame (1980): This film about kids at a performing arts high school that spawned the TV show (and a 2009 remake) is ripe with everyone's favorite '80s topics, including, but not limited to: An up and coming dancer ... who is illiterate; A young actor abandoned by his high-falootin' actress mother ... and he's gay; A saucy multi-medium artist, both a singer and dancer and actress, who wants to make a name for herself ... and she ends up falling for the old "I'm a director and I want you in my film come over to my apartment and I'll take videos of you. Could you take your shirt off? I want a Mediterranean vibe." So, this was all background research so that I could watch the remake. Which I did. Stay tuned ...
BOOKS
Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction
by Amy Bloom: Okay, I finished this book like two weeks ago, and still haven't written a review of it. And, actually, I've been plodding along in the same old same old book since I finished it. So apparently I'm off my book mojo. Suffice to say, this one rocked my socks and I'm much more short story curious, than a short story kind of girl. Eventually I'll review it. And that review will appear here.
3 comments:
i miss dirty sexy money. fannster
i used that irene cara fame song in auditions all the time - "out here on my own" - love it. i didn't take my shirt off though. i have the record if you wanna come over and have a dance party.
That picture is scary. That iPod cord or whatever it is makes you look like you're in a hospital, hooked up to some machine.
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