What's new, pussycat
* I'm lazy. Haven't written here for so long, and I'm kind of sad about it. Back in the good days, I was smart enough to keep this as an archive of whatever interested me at that particular moment or what was going on in my life. I lost that and I want it back.
* I've been spending a lot of time with art books (the low brow kind) and my toy collection, finding quirky patterns. Like designers having wives of Asian origin (David Horvath, Ray Caesar, Tim Biskup) or shockingly similar artists pairing up romantically (see Mark Ryden and Marion Peck or Brandt Peters and Kathie Olivas). It's kinda funny to come across little trivia things like that in my travels.
* We've done so much fun stuff lately. Just little things, like playing Guitar Hero 'till late at night (me on drums, husband on guitar), or baking (legendary cheesecake from the hubby) or making our own toys or cooking fancy meals at home or going to have all-you-can-eat shrimp at this place on the same night they do speed dating (watching that stuff's better than a show). But my favourite has to be going for dinner to our sushi place and then driving around. It's not voyeurism in a bad way, but I really love it when it gets dark and you can see inside people's houses. Every little glimpse of a strange cupboard or a cool wall or a collection of pictures, or whatever one might spot while passing by in the car looking at the lit windows... it's special. It makes you think of the people who are living there and what they might be like. It's a good exercise of imagination and it makes you look at your own life from the outside a little. I don't wanna get overly romantic, but it is something I find quite cool.
* Movies. Loved: The Boat That Rocked, Tattoo (2002, Germany). Hated: Babel. Not sure about: Watchmen. It's either brilliant or retarded, I just can't decide yet. It certainly didn't leave me indifferent, but on the other hand it did feel too long and that's never a good sign.
* Books. Been reading a lot of Nick Hornby, and he never disappoints me. No frills, no fancy crap, just honest stories with really nice insights. The guy has quite a gift for taking on different characters' voices. After being really charmed by The Magus and The Collector, John Fowles' The Ebony Tower left me cold. Also reading Nick Cave's The Death of Bunny Munro, but it takes a certain mood to go there. And to add to the insanity: yes, Stieg Larsson's Millenium trilogy is a really good crime read. Looking forward to the second movie, but I know by now they will never live up to the books.
* Now looking forward to a few husband and wife days in Paris before Christmas, then going home for the holidays. We have a few concert tickets lying around waiting for their cues (Dropkick Murphys, Cherry Poppin' Daddies, Skindred and Dave Matthews Band) and I hear there's a David Lynch photography exhibit nearby. Also, for the first time in many years, we're doing something on New Year's Eve. Something other than protesting against the pressure of partying on the night and spending it in PJs in front of the TV. We are getting all dolled up and going to the fanciest hotel in town's Silvester Ball. There's gonna be a jazz band and a 7-course meal and we're gonna pretend we're grown-ups. I wonder if they will think the pink hair is strange.
* In the end, I can not stress this enough: watch Peep Show, Flight of the Conchords and The Mighty Boosh if you get the chance. Brilliant comedy series, and as a devourer of such I still have not found anything as good yet.
And that's what's new. Above, Bunny Love by Marion Peck.
posted by silvia g at 11:30 AM
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