Phototastic Friday: Monday Edition

A lot has happened since last weekend. But most of them captured in photos.

First, last Saturday we had the photography meet up in Lancaster with #Phototwop (@captures) for the Poppy Reserve hike and the Poppy festival.  Unfortunately, we were much too late for the poppies except for a few patches on the side of the road.  We still had a great picnic and a maniacal hike up a VERY windy hill.

The next day, Brandon and I and his friends hit the Renaissance Faire as civilians.  Armed with our cameras, we got our Ren Faire photo bugs out of our system.  So when we returned this past Saturday all dressed up we didn’t have to fumble with the damn things.

The Civilian visit, we went with 3 people.  The Dressed Up visit, it was a huge group with Aurora, Justin, Olaina, Wyatt & Eli (@phraktyl & @phraklet), Annette (@dananner) and her two kids and a friend, AND Amy & Pete and the twins.  We had lunch together before dispersing through the Faire at our own pace.  Olaina was kind enough to take our pictures for the day.  (I think Annette has some too.)

And yes, after 4 years at the Faire, I finally figured out how to not get sick of dehydration the day after.  One mead, one water is the winning formula!  So yes, I consumed quite a bit of mead in the past week. 🙂

And somewhere in the middle there, I went to my final cooking class (which I will add to the series soon), had dinner with a couple of newly engaged friends, and hung out with Justin & Olaina.

The busy continues starting tonight with a drag show fundraiser for my friend Greg, office potluck tomorrow, one more cooking class (not part of the original series) on Wednesday, and then spacers being put in my teeth on Thursday followed by midnight show of Star Trek.

Fun!

Running Ragged

Funniest quote of the weekend:

We rode the Passport bus to the Grand Prix and back from Alamitos Bay.  Somewhere by the Bluff on our way back, we spotted a couple of ladies walking down the street holding hands.

The woman in front of us turned her head completely, pointing at the couple, excitedly telling her friend, “Oh my GOD! Girl, look! Look!  Lesbians holding hands!”

The friend wore a Lakers hat and she didn’t really turn her head to look back, so I could only assume she’s local.

I live in a diverse existance and I am an openminded person.  Sometime I really do forget there are folks out there who might have never seen a gay couple in their lives.

But pointing and gasping at lesbians holding hands? Really?  I mean, what are you on a safari trip, pointing out exotic creatures?

Sure, curiousity is one thing. But so openly pointed some PEOPLE out as if they were novelty creatures, that’s just rude.

But anyways. I digress.

Hi.  How are ya?  ;-D

It’s been an interesting few days.

I’ve gone from a mother hen in the cooking class on Wednesday.

To a blob of exhaustion on Thursday, sleeping off my usual post-stress system crash for most of the day, just to drag myself out to my bus buddy’s retirement party in the evening.

To an IT guy on Friday, hunting down missing softwares and install them on my own new computer. Our actual IT guy popped in here and there to log me in as admin so I can install stuff my(goddamn)self.

To a social butterfly on Saturday, going out to see Sunshine Cleaning with Amanda, then we met up with our hubbies for dinner at Long Beach’s only Korean restaurant, Cafe Sura, THEN we met up with our friend Zak who introduced us to his lovely fiance down in Belmont Shore.  (By the way, Belmont Station? Seriously? That place is dumpy compared to everyone else on the strip.)

To a overheating Long Beach Grand Prix attendee on Sunday.  It started with a great party at Keesal, Young & Logan to which I was privileged to get invited, then we went to the Grand Prix itself.  I still don’t understand the appeal of really fast cars going around the tracks 85 times.  But at least Formula 1 cars are not just going around in big circles.  I probably took over 200 pictures, only 4 of which I actually caught the damn cars.  I’ll put those pictures up soon.

It’s been kind of busy but in a good way, really.  How’s your weekend?

Golden Boy

All of us survived the Oscars Marathon.  Olaina and I actually stayed for all five.  There was a good 45 minutes break between Ben Button and Slumdog Millionaire.  We all had a wonderful time.

I still like Slumdog Millionaire best.  An FB friend raised a question of Slumdog being overrated and that there are better screenplays out there that should win.  I agree with him on that.  Lord knows how the Academy votes this year.  Are they looking at the craftsmanship?  That case, Benjamin Button should take the cake for the epic scale.  Screenplay and directing? Perhaps Frost/Nixon should win for that.  Overall excellence plus the effects on your emotions? Slumdog should be the winner for the fact that I was completely lost in the movie.

Will I be disppointed if Ben Button took the cake tonight? Yes and no. It’s a superbly crafted film. But N’awleans doesn’t have my heart the way Mumbai does.  So I’m sticking with my choice even if I’m completely wrong about it.

Sean Penn carries Milk through. I don’t think this movie would’ve survived anywhere without him.  He’s the only well known actor out of this five that truly disappears.  Ditto Emile Hirsch and Josh Brolin.  I kept slipping that I was watching a documentary until someone else showed up to remind me that it wasn’t.

The Reader left me pondering my own morality afterward.  You can shoot me now but I was rooting for Hanna and hating Michael for not being a man he needed to be.  You can also shoot me for agreeing with Hanna’s explanation of why she did what she did.  However, unlike Milk, I still see Kate shining through Hanna.  But yes, it was a very raw performance.

Benjamin Button is excellent.  It’s a lot like Forrest Gump and instead of being “stupid”, it’s aging backward.  Taraji Henson is wonderful, and I think someone should’ve given Cate Blanchett an award too.  Brad Pitt’s performance, however, isn’t mind blowing to me.  It feels like watching Legends of the Fall all over again.  Ah, the glory and yumminess that is Brad Pitt!  To quote Daisy, he’s “perfection” here.  And THAT distracts from what the movie is supposed to be.  I can see this movie being a much better one if it’s someone else not on the list for the Sexiest Man Alive.  Seriously.

You already know my stand on Slumdog Millionaire.  It’s a jubilant film, that’s how I describe it.  Beautifully shot. I laughed. I cried. I cringed. I cheered. I gasped.  And the entire theater were doing the same thing more than any of the movies at the marathon.  Both dramatic and serious, and yet funny and has the heart all at the same time.  It’s like a bacon caramel: sounds weird, but it’s the sweet and savory combination that is pure magic and make you want more.  Wow. I just compared a movie to food. Good god.

Finally, Frost/Nixon.  I actually nodded off here and there through this movie, but the bits of screenplay banter I caught were great.  Frank Langella did wonderfully.  I have a hard time connecting with ANY of the characters in this one.  Frost is desparate but I had no sympathy for the man. The girlfriend? WTF is her purpose really?  NOTHING!  And I guess the major disconnect for me is that it’s the part of U.S. history I don’t really care about much.

Here’s my explanation about that.  I came to the U.S. in 1993 for 11th grade, just in time for U.S. history class.  When Forrest Gump came out, I understood most of the relevance.  However, when I came home for the summer, I can’t even find one person who liked the movie.  Nobody really knows that much about American history outside of America to really care, apparently.  Frost/Nixon feels like that to me.  I know about Watergate from history lessons, but I wasn’t all that into it.  I didn’t feel that burning betrayal Americans of the time felt.  I didn’t care about that.  Sure, for some people, this was like a metaphor for George W.’s comeuppance.  But it’s not Dubya on my screen.  I can’t connect with it.  At all.

Now, it’s ballot time.  I’ll update with my statistics after the Oscars.  I actually saw 2 of the nominated documentaries this year.  So the wild guesses are going to the shorts and the foreign films. My prediction in **bold/italic.**

ETA: 58% accuracy this year, kids.  Still off my A game but not quite as bad as last year’s.  I had second thoughts on many of these because my super emotional ties to Slumdog.  And those were the ones that cost me.  Next year, listen to my gut for sure.

BEST PICTURE
Winner: **“Slumdog Millionaire”**

BEST ACTRESS
Winner: **Kate Winslet, “The Reader”**

BEST ACTOR
Winner: **Sean Penn, “Milk”**

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS
Winner: Penelope Cruz, “Vicky Cristina Barcelona”
**Taraji P. Henson, “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” **

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR
Winner: **Heath Ledger, “The Dark Knight”**

BEST DIRECTOR
Winner: **Danny Boyle, “Slumdog Millionaire”**

BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
Winner: Dustin Lance Black, “Milk
**Marttin McDonagh, “In Bruges”**

BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY
Winner: **Simon Beaufoy, “Slumdog Millionaire”**

BEST FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM
Winner: “Departures” (Japan) – Is everyone as surprised as the entire room?? **“Waltz with Bashir” (Israel)**

BEST ANIMATED FILM
Winner: **“WALL-E”**

BEST ART DIRECTION
Winner: **“The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button”**

BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY
Winner: “Slumdog Millionaire,” Anthony Dod Mantle
**“The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button,” Claudio Miranda**

BEST FILM EDITING
Winner: “Slumdog Millionaire,” Chris Dickens
**“The Dark Knight,” Lee Smith**

BEST COSTUME DESIGN
Winner: **“The Duchess,” Michael O’Conner**

BEST DOCUMENTARY FEATURE
Winner: **“Man on Wire”**

BEST ORIGINAL SONG
Winner: “Slumdog Millionaire,” “Jai Ho,” A.R. Rahman
**“WALL-E,” “Down To Earth,” Peter Gabriel & Thomas Newman**

BEST ORIGINAL SCORE
Winner: **“Slumdog Millionaire,” A.R. Rahman**

BEST MAKEUP
Winner: **“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button,” Colleen Callaghan, Fionagh Cush
**

BEST SOUND EDITING
Winner: “The Dark Knight,” Richard King
**“WALL-E,” Ben Burtt, Matthew Wood**

BEST SOUND MIXING
Winner: “Slumdog Millionaire,” Ian Tapp, Richard Pryke and Resul Pookutty
**“WALL-E,” Ben Burtt, Tom Myers, Michael Semanick**

BEST VISUAL EFFECTS
Winner: **“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button,” Eric Barba**

BEST LIVE ACTION SHORT FILM
Winner: “Spielzeugland (Toyland)”
“Manon on the Asphalt” – And I was going to pick the German sounding one. You know, the holocaust story almost always wins, right?

BEST ANIMATED SHORT FILM
Winner: “La Maison en Petits Cubes”
**“Presto”**

BEST DOCUMENTARY SHORT FILM
Winner: “Smile Pinki”
“The Final Inch”

I want to go home

I technically haven’t been “home” since Monday.  Work has been driving me bonkers with how crazy busy it’s been.

I got home on Monday for 5 minutes and Brandon whisked me off to see “Taken”.  Holy crap, Liam Neeson is scary.  He really did carry the movie.  If it was somebody else, that movie would not have been that good.  But I digress.

Tuesday was Spamalot night.  I didn’t get home until 8 p.m.  Brandon was nursing a stress/sinus headache when I got home so we just went to bed.

Wednesday was yoga night.  Brandon finally was available to go to his first class.  He whisked me away from the bus stop to class.  After that, we raced to the UPS distribution center to pick up his new toy, an air rifle.  We picked up dinner, watched “Lost” and went to bed.

Last night I was supposed to be meeting up with Annette and other Twitter people, but the rain caused major snarls all over LA so we called it off.  I got off the bus at 7:00 p.m., not incredibly late.  However I was still dizzy from the bus driver’s rough driving, so it was good to just go home.  Brandon was out playing with his air rifle at the shooting range.

Finally, I was “home”.

I opened a bottle of Cabernet and curled up with my bowl of baked potato soup from Maderas, and caught up on some of the shows I neglected to watch when I was “away” this week.  Brandon came home a while later and we watched “Heroes” and “Life”.  Man, how I’ve missed Charlie Cruz!

If I had it my way, I would probably stay up to watch everything else that’s left on Tivo and had some more wine.  But nope, I was a good girl.

Kind of.  Apparently 2 glasses of wine was a bit too much for last night.  LOL.

I hope I can really be home tonight and make dinner.  Chicken and dumplings start to sound VERY good…

Greased Lightning

My week came at me fast and left just as quickly.

It seems like yesterday when I was just here, happily typing away, telling you guys about our hike at Holy Jim trail.

Here we are, a week after.  Went by me in a blink.

Inauguration Day was also our 7th wedding anniversary.  It was a new beginning for the country I live in and quite a momentous moment in my marriage.

Last year, people said that America would rather elect a woman than a black man as president.  Here stands Barrack Obama in front of millions, the day after MLK Day, swearing on Lincoln’s bible to serve this country.

Last years, some people we knew said that Brandon and I might just be better off without each other.  Here we are, sharing our special anniversary dinner and having come to enjoy our married life more than before.

The president and we were out that night, celebrating our success.  And in a way, savoring this moment when we throw it back at the non-believers.

The morning after, life is back to normal for everyone.  Mine was the early morning meeting day, under new management by the Executive Assistant.  The impending 3-4 days of rain triggered major allergies for me and I spent the entire day, through the morning meeting AND lunch time staff meeting sneezing my head off.  An afternoon nap when I got home helped hold me together enough to go to my first yoga class.

And the yoga class was just what I needed.  It was a beginner’s Hatha yoga class, all poses and breathing.  Quite meditative to begin with and the instructor ended the session with deep relaxation.  Lights dimmed and everyone was cozy under a blanket–or my case, my towel and sweatshirt.  Breath and relax, the instructor said softly.

After a while, my nose decided to start running.  As I raised my hand to touch my nose, I suddenly realized that I cannot feel my body.  I mean, the entire body was so still and so relaxed that I panicked a little and jerked my legs just to make sure they’re still there.  So much for deep relaxation because after that point my heart raced so I couldn’t quite get back into it.

Thursday at the office came and went so fast I didn’t even remember what I did all day.  The evening, however, was on interesting experience: my first Flamenco lesson.

Problem #1, I showed up with sneakers and soft jazz shoes when I should’ve brought heels.  I couldn’t hear myself and the feet movement without heels definitely wasn’t working out in my favor and therefore Problem #2 of me messing up the footwork the entire hour.  But then, that’s not counting #3 issue of my previous ballet training kept my arms not quite in the Flamenco formation.  It was instintive reaction as I concentrated so hard on getting the footwork right.  #4 is the beat which apparently started at 12 instead of at 1 and I can’t quite pick it out of the music just yet.  (I tried to employ the Strictly Ballroom strategy of listening with my “heart” and not my ears, but closing my eyes mean I can’t see the instructor and therefore have absolutely no clue what I was doing.)

And finally, Problem #5, Flemenco is fucking hard.  LOL.  It’s not just the feet, it’s the arm movements AND the hands too.  Not to mention the exagerrated posture, chest and chin high, shoulders back.

Suffice to say, the next morning, I really couldn’t quite slouch.  My muscles just wouldn’t allow me to.

Friday work day also flew by.  The surprise of the evening was that my carpool/bus buddies decided to go for a quick drink before dropping us all off.  I had a few glasses of wine and pieces of sushi with the gang and quickly dashed off afterward to see “Underworld: Rise of the Lycans” with Brandon.

Saturday was half spent sleeping in and a little bit of errands before I settled in to cook for the potluck with my bus buddies.  The rest of the evening was laced with wine, lots of food, and fantastic company.  The potluck was much better than the party right after we got off the bus!

And now it’s Sunday again.

Tomorrow we start all over at the office.

WTF. Seriously.

Where is my first month of the new year running off to?

Delurk! Delurk! Delurk!

Hey, you.  Yeah, YOU!  De-lurk.  Now!

Delurking Day is when you, my readers, reveal yourself.

Leave a comment here to say hello to the world.  Some of you are here all the time but never left a comment.  Some just dropped in on accident, you too can show yourself.  This would be the day to do that and show the blogosphere–and yours truly–some love.

And thanks to Rude Cactus for letting me in on this great day!

Now….a quick weekend recap.

Friday party with Candice the Goodbye Girl. Tequila stained clothing included.  Saturday at Slumdog Millionaire with the girls.  Sunday Tweet Up Long Beach morning of photography and Golden Globe evening of fun.  Hooray for Wall-E!  Hooray for Mickey Rourke!  Hooray for Slumdog!

Okay. Now you can delurk.  Tell me about your weekend.  Or share your Golden Globe reaction.  Or just say, “Hi”.

Go! Go! Go!