so we coined a new term today while riding the bus to work:
“DON’T BE SUCH A NAOMI WATTS!” (or)
“DON’T PULL A NAOMI WATTS!”
i’ll have pegs explain the backstory of our new favorite phrase.
ps – this saying totally applies to me 95% of the time. sadly.
and i salute you for being the best mascot for all occasions!
i like this picture, courtesy of evan.
i went to the corner korean restaurant tonight to satisfy a serious craving for dol sot bi bim bap. i’m ashamed i don’t know the name of the place, but they had subtitled korean soap opera on tv, which kept me entertained. something about once-lovers who end up living next to each other, missed opportunities, their forbidden love, same ol’ same ol.’
the check was delivered along with dessert: a bowl of house-made cinnamon broth. tastee like sugar water with a hint of cinnamon (duh). it was refreshing and light, not saccharine. my favorite part: the three pine nuts floating gracefully on top of the broth. decorative and quaint, like something you’d find in a lotta jansdotter design, or on tasteful asian stationery.
the waitress said it’s supposed to aide digestion. they brew it with cinnamon and ginger, and we all know (at least us asians) that ginger is serious restorative fuel.
some artists i’m feeling: jon han, chris ballantyne, prunella clough, tom friedman (whom i completely forgot about until recently. kinda old school and old news, but still good), jenny pockley, and others whose names i can’t recall.
i was delighted to see a pair of cute undies by evah fan, one of my all time favorites, at park life today. while there, i also saw a neat portrait of murakami by ian johnson.
it was an exhausting weekend. does it have to be sunday night?
i’m going to read drifting classroom in bed now.
wow, so yeah. lolita was quite good. i’d almost classify it a “masterpiece.” we’d both seen the adrian lyne version (i <3 jeremy irons) before, but never the classic original. what an incredible cast. everyone was knockout, especially shelley winters.
some choice moments/scenes/quotes:
* camp climax
* i see that you’re interested in art. you really must see the collection of reproductions in my room
* van gog
* cherie
* c’est la vie
* charlotte, darling, that’s my diary. we don’t read other people’s diaries, do we?
* designation of doom
* STOP CRYING!
* let’s keep in touch, y’hear? i’ll write you from alaska.
ps – james mason is a weird looking fellow with charlton heston jaw/chin/jowels. as peg astutely put it, he’s like vincent price, totally asexual.
that’s the morrissey song peg and i are listening to right now.
i’m in her kitchen. as usual, she’s being the hostess with the mostest. my cheeks are hot b/c of the pleasant chianti she busted out (lamole lamole chianti classico, trader joe’s). she made dinner for us – bulgogi beef. this woman is skilled at seasoning her meat.
she also made these most excellent fudgey brownies too. they’re just the way i like them…extra chewy.
we walked home today from work, down market, via 17th / stanyan. there’s this treacherous hill that conjures up great fear and dread in me. i feel better once i conquer it though. the rest of the journey is downhill, which is nice, especially when your eyes are treated to some charming-ass homes. there’s one for sale. i’d like to own it.
walking home as the sun is setting is awesome. i like looking into people’s homes…especially when they’re changing clothes. i kid.
anyway, peg’s herb garden is sprouting nicely.
we’re going to watch kubrick’s lolita now. peg netflix’d it for the heart-shaped glasses.
soon i’m going to do a recap of mother’s day, replete with classic mom quotes.
remember poltergeist?
yeah. i was trying to go for that same effect, but fun, not scary.
anyway, here’s the trailer for the marvel of manga exhibition at the museum.
if you really love me, you’d embed and forward the crap outta this thing.
mirthquake alert, courtesy of derek:
pegs and me walked to work this morning. tried a new route (for me) per her suggestion: stanyan and frederick, till stanyan becomes 17th, which spit us out in the castro. wish i had the energy and will to do this everyday. feels productive, and on foot you discover little magical qualities about the city you’d never otherwise find.
as we were nearing our destinations we stopped at delessio’s to peep the sweets.
i have a new favorite treat – delessio’s milk chocolate “bubble wrap” with creamy crunchy peanut butter:
it’s been a long, long while since i’ve found the perfect chocolate/pb confection.
the peanut butter in this lil’ bad boy was so silky and smooth, with just the right amount of sugar (and you could actually taste the earthy nuttiness). it married so well with the quality chocolate. usually, when i’ve tried other variations, the PB’s too chalky and dry, or the chocolate too cheap and unfulfilling.
fine and divine. thank you delessio’s for reigniting my love for this classic combo.
