A collection of songs I especially like this past month. The order is arbitrary, determined only by the date I first became addicted to a particular song.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A Complete List of New York Activites in Incomplete Sentences
Tues, Jan 22
-Took the Greyhound bus from South Station. Got 25 cent rings from rest stop vending machine. Mine was pretty spiffy. Arrived in Port Authority. Got to NYU.
-Had surprisingly good, cheap sushi. I'm torn between whether the sushi restaurant had the best or worst marketing scheme ever. Basically, there were two price columns on the menu - "regular" and 50% off. Except the sushi was always 50% off...so it was the regular price.
Wed, Jan 23
-Went to Strand bookstore.
-Ate at Hayden (sp?), NYU's amazing all-organic, locally grown foods dining hall. AMAZING!
-Canal Street - Went crazy about scarves but only bought two pashminas. Followed shady shopkeepers through hidden back doors and cramped rooms to look at designer knockoffs. Decided I had horrible taste in purses and should just not buy anything.
-"Pretty ladies. Fake ID?"
-Watched a Strasberg production of The Glass Menagerie - AMAZING!
Thu, Jan 24
-Shopping in the East Village (?): Magnolia's Bakery for cupcakes, matching quintuplet Marc Jacob's sentences that say I Love You when you spin them.
-Screaming Mimi's vintage shop. $60 belts -- that's all I have to say.
-Walking about East Village being very very cold.
-Ate at Lucky Cheng's, a drag Chinese restaurant. It was $40 (ewww) and the food was bad. So bad it made be throw up. (See below). The erotic cakes were not erotic at all. The drag queens were sexy .
-Threw up on the cab ride in a Marc Jacobs paper bag.
-Rent at the Nederlander. Felt queasy the whole time. Blergh.
-Went back to NYU to collect stuff. Threw up again.
-Arrived at San Carlos Hotel -- boootiful hotel room. Threw up again in the middle of the night to celebrate.
Fri, Jan 25
-Read The Blind Assassin as the rest of the gang hit up Canal Street. Ogled their purchases when they returned. Fell in love with Margaret Atwood. Margaret Atwood and Ian McEwan should just get together and make literary metababies.
-MOMA. love love. Bought colored-flame candles. Wished I could have seen more.
-$2.50 falafel as a Greek cafe/hookah joint. The guy making our sandwiches was charmingly flirtatious and the falafel was the tastiest I've had. Definitely the meal with the highest yumminess to dollar ratio.
-Max Brenner's: Chocolate by the Bald Man. I don't care if this place is a tourist trap okay? I don't care if we had to wait nearly 40 min for a table. I don't care that the chocolate wasn't even that great. The fondue was that cool.
Sat, Jan 26
-Raped my bank account.
-Lincoln Center. Browsed the Hansel and Gretel exhibit while taking an obscene number of obscene pictures. Counted the number of Jewish names in Lincoln Center's benefactors. (A lot.) Found Carl Pforzheimer -- yes our Pforzheimer!
-New York City Ballet - Four by Four. A perfectly chose quartet of ballet pieces: one Balachine, one meditative modern ballet, one featuring only male dancers, and one comedic musical about sailors picking up girls at a bar. Even the fourth ring tickets were great, and we were on the fourth floor balcony.
-Central Park
-Alice's Tea Cup. Yummy scones that come with fresh cream and jam. Yummy tea. Yummy decor. Not so yummy albacore sandwich.
Sun, Jan 27
-The Met - saw the Egyptian temple, the Costume Institute (fashion may be frivolous but couture is definitely art!), clock exhibit....
-Jamba Juice
-Bus ride hoooooome.
-Took the Greyhound bus from South Station. Got 25 cent rings from rest stop vending machine. Mine was pretty spiffy. Arrived in Port Authority. Got to NYU.
-Had surprisingly good, cheap sushi. I'm torn between whether the sushi restaurant had the best or worst marketing scheme ever. Basically, there were two price columns on the menu - "regular" and 50% off. Except the sushi was always 50% off...so it was the regular price.
Wed, Jan 23
-Went to Strand bookstore.
-Ate at Hayden (sp?), NYU's amazing all-organic, locally grown foods dining hall. AMAZING!
-Canal Street - Went crazy about scarves but only bought two pashminas. Followed shady shopkeepers through hidden back doors and cramped rooms to look at designer knockoffs. Decided I had horrible taste in purses and should just not buy anything.
-"Pretty ladies. Fake ID?"
-Watched a Strasberg production of The Glass Menagerie - AMAZING!
Thu, Jan 24
-Shopping in the East Village (?): Magnolia's Bakery for cupcakes, matching quintuplet Marc Jacob's sentences that say I Love You when you spin them.
-Screaming Mimi's vintage shop. $60 belts -- that's all I have to say.
-Walking about East Village being very very cold.
-Ate at Lucky Cheng's, a drag Chinese restaurant. It was $40 (ewww) and the food was bad. So bad it made be throw up. (See below). The erotic cakes were not erotic at all. The drag queens were sexy .
-Threw up on the cab ride in a Marc Jacobs paper bag.
-Rent at the Nederlander. Felt queasy the whole time. Blergh.
-Went back to NYU to collect stuff. Threw up again.
-Arrived at San Carlos Hotel -- boootiful hotel room. Threw up again in the middle of the night to celebrate.
Fri, Jan 25
-Read The Blind Assassin as the rest of the gang hit up Canal Street. Ogled their purchases when they returned. Fell in love with Margaret Atwood. Margaret Atwood and Ian McEwan should just get together and make literary metababies.
-MOMA. love love. Bought colored-flame candles. Wished I could have seen more.
-$2.50 falafel as a Greek cafe/hookah joint. The guy making our sandwiches was charmingly flirtatious and the falafel was the tastiest I've had. Definitely the meal with the highest yumminess to dollar ratio.
-Max Brenner's: Chocolate by the Bald Man. I don't care if this place is a tourist trap okay? I don't care if we had to wait nearly 40 min for a table. I don't care that the chocolate wasn't even that great. The fondue was that cool.
Sat, Jan 26
-Raped my bank account.
-Lincoln Center. Browsed the Hansel and Gretel exhibit while taking an obscene number of obscene pictures. Counted the number of Jewish names in Lincoln Center's benefactors. (A lot.) Found Carl Pforzheimer -- yes our Pforzheimer!
-New York City Ballet - Four by Four. A perfectly chose quartet of ballet pieces: one Balachine, one meditative modern ballet, one featuring only male dancers, and one comedic musical about sailors picking up girls at a bar. Even the fourth ring tickets were great, and we were on the fourth floor balcony.
-Central Park
-Alice's Tea Cup. Yummy scones that come with fresh cream and jam. Yummy tea. Yummy decor. Not so yummy albacore sandwich.
Sun, Jan 27
-The Met - saw the Egyptian temple, the Costume Institute (fashion may be frivolous but couture is definitely art!), clock exhibit....
-Jamba Juice
-Bus ride hoooooome.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The Prurient Interests of the French
Last night was serious studying crunch time as I ploughed my way through my 407 page VES 72: Sound Cinema sourcebook. Actually, it's 914 pages because the readings all come from books and it's copied two book pages per sourcebook page. Plus I had to reread through a comprehensive 788 page film history textbook, plus Chion's Audio-Vision, plus a book on The Blue Angel, plus a book on Ivan the Terrible, plus lecture notes, plus section notes. Whew. I can't believe I made it through all that.
This passage from Crisp's analysis of 1960s French cinema really cracked me up. It talks about the emergence of the French New Wave as part of the phenomenon in cinema's search for new audiences:
This passage from Crisp's analysis of 1960s French cinema really cracked me up. It talks about the emergence of the French New Wave as part of the phenomenon in cinema's search for new audiences:
If the art-film, its existence validated by the middle-class intelligentsia, is the most widely acclaimed of these phenomena, it was by no means the most significant, numerically--the rise of pornography dominates French production statistics of the sixties.I've always thought that there should be a course on the cultural, social, and economics implications of pornography.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Paper Coincidences.
I've spent the past few days writing a torturous research paper on Hiroshima mon amour. I finally turned it today and quite frankly, I think it's horrible. Hopefully my TF will not agree.
On a related note, a strange thing happened at breakfast today. I had dragged myself up for a early breakfast (8 am!) and sat down at Annenberg with Didaph and a few of their friends. During the breakfast chit chat, Dianne asked me to guess what movie they had watched recently. I honestly had no idea where to start guessing, and the first movie that popped into my head was the one I had spent all night writing about -- Hiroshima mon amour. It struck me as obviously wrong -- no one watches that movie for fun -- so I guessed some sillier things instead.
But one of Didaph's friends guessed , in a half-joking manner, "Hiroshima mon amour." I don't know him. He's not in my film class. Yet for somerandom, coincidental reason, he guessed that film. He didn't even watch it recently. (I think.) Folle a Annenberg. What a strange cosmic coincidence.
Addendum: A few minutes later, someone else mentioned he was writing an expos paper on music downloading and copyright. I too wrote a paper on that. My conclusion from these twenty minutes of breakfast conversation: I've written too many papers this term.
On a related note, a strange thing happened at breakfast today. I had dragged myself up for a early breakfast (8 am!) and sat down at Annenberg with Didaph and a few of their friends. During the breakfast chit chat, Dianne asked me to guess what movie they had watched recently. I honestly had no idea where to start guessing, and the first movie that popped into my head was the one I had spent all night writing about -- Hiroshima mon amour. It struck me as obviously wrong -- no one watches that movie for fun -- so I guessed some sillier things instead.
But one of Didaph's friends guessed , in a half-joking manner, "Hiroshima mon amour." I don't know him. He's not in my film class. Yet for somerandom, coincidental reason, he guessed that film. He didn't even watch it recently. (I think.) Folle a Annenberg. What a strange cosmic coincidence.
Addendum: A few minutes later, someone else mentioned he was writing an expos paper on music downloading and copyright. I too wrote a paper on that. My conclusion from these twenty minutes of breakfast conversation: I've written too many papers this term.
reading period, period.
I have finals in 6 days. What am I stressing about? Summer plans.
In January.
Oh Harvard.
In January.
Oh Harvard.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
1234 Tell me that you love me more
...because I sure hate your music video. To my utmost horror, Feist's 1234 music video is not only playing nonstop in Apple's iPod nano ads but up for a Grammy.
In it's defense, someone called it, "Busby Berkeley gone indie."
Just because Busby Berkeley is taught in film classes doesn't mean he has good taste.
I'd call it Busby Berkeley gone 80s. Which is a superexplosion of tackiness.
In it's defense, someone called it, "Busby Berkeley gone indie."
Just because Busby Berkeley is taught in film classes doesn't mean he has good taste.
I'd call it Busby Berkeley gone 80s. Which is a superexplosion of tackiness.
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