Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Okay, so I know I'm probably the only seventeen-year-old who was honestly more interested in Deep Throat the informer than Deep Throat the porn movie from the seventies (btw, can you think of anything more disgusting than porn from the decade that gave us afros on white guys???), but I really was.
I don't remember when I got interested in Watergate, or even how, really. I guess I was eleven or twelve, and it was probably because my mom was so interested in history that she kind of passed it on. Of course, growing up in the United States, I knew of Watergate, I'd even seen the hotel several times when we were in Washington. But, being eleven, I didn't know much more than Nixon screwed up royally and left office. One time I asked her about it and my mom told me the whole story- about Woodward and Bernstein and Nixon and even Deep Throat, the informer who knew so much that his identity was even secret. I was fascinated- this was way better than history was in textbooks!
That night my mom went up in the attic and tried to find her old copy of "All the President's Men"- she had read the book as a young woman and loved it so much she had kept it. We couldn't find it, but the next day I went to the library and checked it out. I read the whole book in a week- and loved the whole thing. I loved history, and this was so great I couldn't get over it. It was so adventerous, so romantic, so historical- even if I was too young to really understand everything in that book, I knew that this was an amazing story. (FYI, I read it again last year, and it being old enough and smart enough to really grasp it made it even better. Kinda like Thirteen Days after you learn where Russia is.)
Deep Throat was probably the best part of the story for me- I couldn't believe that they had managed to keep that man's identity a secret for twenty-five years. I loved to speculate on who it could have been- who had that much knowledge. I never got very far, but it was fun.
And today the Washington Post released his name on their website (Woodward confirmed it)- it was Mark Felt, the number two guy at the FBI during Watergate. Honestly, I'd never heard of him, but it was still unbelievable to find out who it was. Finally I can watch All the President's Men and know who Robert Redford is talking to in that garage!
Is it kind of a disillusionment, knowing that that iconic figure was actually a man? Yeah, sort of. But really, after I found out that Bob Woodward didn't really look like Robert Redford I was about as disillusioned as you can get!!! :)
Maybe I'll go buy that book I saw this morning, so I can give it to my daughter when she's old enough to read it- and I think I'll wait until after she's read it to tell her who Deep Throat actually is. She would deserve that- to experience that part of history in the most wonderful, most mysterious way possible.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
It's not actually a travelogue- it's the story of Britain-born Dario Castagno who returned to with his parents to their native Chianti when he was ten. After becoming something of a rebel and dropping out of school, he found himself in the dead-end job of a laboror at one of the local wineries. When he tired of this life, he decided to rely on his impeccable English and open a private touring company, where he would lead small groups of people on guided tours of the Chianti region, showing them a slightly more authentic Italy than the one presented in guidebooks.
Anyway, the whole thing is kind of the anti- Under the Tuscan Sun (hence the name.) By the way, no disrespect is meant to Frances Mayes, I read that book and loved it. In the introduction, Dario states that he figured it was time for a real Tuscan too tell their story, to counteract all the books out about Americans who come to Tuscany and refurbish an old farmhouse. The book alternates chapters- one is the story of a certain group or couple he led on a tour, and the next is simply about the region, or about his business.
Presumably because the book was marketed mainly in the United States, all of the customers that are profiled in the chapters are American (although he does include a nod to his Dutch customers as well as his first couple, a British Lord and Lady). The stories are primarily about the odd, awkward, ignorant (one woman wanted to know why the Circa family had so many great artists!), and sometimes downright rude requests and situations that these people put poor Dario through during their tours, but one or two are simply him recalling a good time had with a customer who quickly became a friend.
They are told in a bitingly funny narrative, which rings totally true without ever descending into petty meanness. At first glance, the grammar and sentence structure is not the best, but when you know that the first draft was written in Italian and later translated by an American, you quickly realize that this was done to leave some of the homespun charm in the words. His chapters about Siena, the Chianti region, and the Palio are charming and insightful, but it's really the stories about the people that make this book so memorable.
You can read more about the book and it's author at www.toomuchtuscansun.com. I highly suggest you read this book immediately- you will never think about Italy in the same way again. Or look at a bottle of Chianti Classico dismissively, either!
By the way- oenophile means "wine-lover"...I had to look that one up.. ;)
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Ah yes, Barry in Vegas---does it get any better??? See, stage ticktes really are the way to go... Lovin' the jacket, by the way. What the hell is that??? :)
Josh should start having stage tickets available...hmmm...no, scuffle with security would be embarrasing... ;)
Edit: As is my deplorable spelling- I meant embarrassing. :)
Friday, May 20, 2005
It started about two weeks ago when I decided to clean out my closet and drawers. I was feeling "Springy" and needed a place to put some new clothes...and the closet was seriously out of control. You couldn't see the floor. And the full-length mirror? Not so much when there's crap piled two feet up the mirror. And that little disaster area had spilled over to dresser drawers, which had spilled over (literally) onto my floors. I could hardly get into bed. It took me three hours and several CD rotations, but I finally finished it and ended up with organized drawers and baskets, a totally walk-in-able closet, and an actual place to hang my coat that didn't involve throwing it on the floor. And my personal favorite, the ability to get to my shoes without seriously damaging my rotator cuff. Oh, and enough discarded clothes to cover about ninety percent of the homeless in my city, but whatever.
So I lived with this for about a week, and then got to thinking. My closet was so clean, I really should clean my room. Like really clean- under things too. I thought about that for a few minutes. Hmmm. Sounded like hard work. Didn't like that idea. So I decided to be slightly less ambitious and just flip the mattress, because I had only done that like once in the three years I've had the thing. (It's supposed to be done every month. Uh-huh. Who really has time to flip their mattress every month?) So I hauled that sucker up, really hurting my back, and shoved it to the other side of the room. Well, then the box spring was just taunting me.
So I convinced myself that I was already half-way there, and it would be really easy to just move the box spring and vacuum under the bed, like I had thought originally. Ah-hah. Here was the problem. It is nearly impossible to move those darn things. They don't have cute little handles on the side like my mattress does. No. They just lie there not moving at all no matter how much you pull. And it's not like it was that heavy- I figured the mattress weighed twice as much as that thing. But it hated me. Really truely hated me. One time I pulled so hard I went flying back and hit the wall when my hand slipped. It hurt. A lot. All this time, Bon Jovi is wailing away in the background about it being my life. Which paused me to stop for a moment and consider, "Is this really my life? Moving box springs to vacuum? Is that it? Is this really living while I'm alive?" Whatever.
Anyhoo, after twenty minutes of cursing and yanking at that thing, I got it off the frame and kind of threw it to the other side of the room. And was faced with the entire contents of what was underneath there, actually illuminated for the first time in probably a year. *scary music*
It was terrifying. I know I'm not particularly tidy, but I really didn't think I could let something get that bad. I mean, there were boxes under there that housed stuff I bought like eighteen months ago. Shoes from last summer. A stiletto heel I thought I'd lost. And, perhaps scariest of all, a locker shelf from high school. Here's the scary thing- I left after freshman year. Which means that thing's been sitting there for upwards of two years. *shudder* Oh, and enough dust to account for ninety percent of my family's allergy problems. (FYI, I found the other ten percent under my dresser...)
And then I moved my little DVD shelf thingy, and realized how many families in the entertainment industry I am solely supporting just from my DVD expenditure alone. Got to cut back on that.
Anyway, I just felt I had to publicly defame the box spring for being so MEAN to me!!!! :p
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Ooooh...your CSI: Miami Soul Mate is...Horatio
Caine! My, my, my you have good taste! ;) You
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
...synthetic cells capture solar energy and store it in nutrient molecules that later... (not terribly interesting)
2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can what will you touch?
My little brother's GeoSafari game thing.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My brother watching Nickelodean...or something kid-ish.
7: When did you last step outside?
And hour ago.
8: Where did your last car ride go to?
Home from picking up my brother.
9: What are you wearing?
Jeans, pink shirt, painful sandals.
10: Did you dream last night?
Yeah. I knew what it was, too, but I forgot. I hate it when that happens. That usually happens, but then I'll be like brushing my teeth or something and I'll see something that will remind me about it. That happened last summer with an Alan dream. I took such crap for that. ;)
11: When did you last laugh?
Talking to my friend on the phone ten minutes ago.
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Various degrees earned by the smarter members of my family. Why can't I be smart? Oh, maybe because I'm supposed to be studying biology now instead of doing this...
13: Seen anything weird lately?
My professor giving one of the guys in class a razor because he's been bugging him all semester to shave, and the guy would reply that he didn't want to pay for a razor. So the prof brought him one for our last class. Kind of funny.
14: What do you think of this quiz?
15: What is the last film you saw?
Complete movie? Probably the Interpreter. I was watching parts of 'An Awfully Big Adventure' earlier this weekend, though. And I saw ten minutes of 'Life is Beautiful' while I was eating today. The dubbed version, though, so it wasn't as good.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
A house for somebody.
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I cried a little right after I was confirmed because I was so happy and moved. And I hardly ever cry.
18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd get rid of abortion and the death penalty. And world peace! (said with a Miss Congeniality-esque smile)
19: Would you like to dance?
Not now, because my feet are killing me. Try wearing high heels all blessed weekend. I even broke dwon and wore flat shoes to school yesterday. And I never do that.
20: George Bush:
I think he's done a great job. And why does everybody say he's so stupid? How were your grades at Yale? Hmmm?
21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Bethany Marie or Carolyn Susan
22: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
John Joseph. Of course if I marry Johnny Depp, he already has a little boy named John, so we'll have to adjust that...
23: Would you ever consider living abroad?
Right now, totally. But I don't know how I'd feel after I bought the plane ticket and realized I'd be living across the ocean from my family. I've always wanted to spend a year in London, though.
Oooh, this was fun!! :)
Monday, May 09, 2005
I guess it's not so bad. I'll have the history paper finished in about an hour, and I've got till Wednesday to do the biology...and I'm kind of beyond caring at this point. And I guess I have to wash my hair tonight anyways, so I'll ride when I get home this evening. *sighs* Whew, okay, got that taken care of. See, sometimes you just have to vent a little bit, and everything seems better!!
P.S. I'll update with stuff about the weekend later on for anybody who cares, k?