Friday, April 27, 2007
Penisfish!!
Best Miranda Bailey line last night: "There is always going to be a fish in a man's penis Chief." And if you don't watch Grey's, never mind, but such a great metaphor for all the shenanigans going on. Oh Mark Sloan - how ever did you make me feel actual emotions for you?
And enough TV talk for this week.
Two weeks ago today we were enjoying our first full day in Spain, and I do so wish we were still there. I will find a clever way to relocate to Europe yet. Oh yes, I will. We had a wonderful, if exhausting, trip thanks to Cesar's family. Planned our visit to overlap with that of my sister-in-law's family so that Leila could enjoy the time with her cousins. And because she was having so much fun with her cousins, her MiMi and NoNo (grandparents), Ina and Ino (godparents - my sister and brother-in-law) and Tio Alex, Cesar and I actually got to enjoy a little mini-break alone to Barcelona for two nights. When we're at home, we get "I'm coming with you" from her even if we just excuse ourselves to the bathroom, so it was nice to have some alone time to drink sangria, eat tapas, hike to Gaudi landmarks and shop for the perfect pair of silver tennis shoes.
Ironically, we hardly spent any time in Madrid proper. My in-laws live in the suburb of Pozuelo in a pretty neighborhood with artistically named streets (calle architectura, calle pintura...) and the trip downtown by public transpo' included a bus to a commuter train to a metro, which was somewhat tedious with a toddler and stroller. We inadvertently spent over $100 on lunch in the Plaza Mayor near Puerto del Sol one day, and blitzed the Spanish painting collection at the Prado another. I think my scholarly explanation of Goya's 3rd of May 1808 may have been wasted on Leila, but it was cool to see his and Velazquez's works in person.
My father-in-law also arranged an overnight trip to Segovia and Salamanca with a stop at the World Heritage site El Escorial (http://www.patrimonionacional.es/escorial/escorial.htmonionacional.es/escorial/escorial.htm), and I give him huge props for getting 11 people out the door at 8:30a.m. Ok, 8:40...Segovia had been on my list to visit - the 1st century Roman Aqueduct was amazing - and I still remember a dialogue from Floyd's and my Spanish 1 book that included "yo soy estudiente en la Universidad de Salamanca", which made me enjoy seeing that as well. I sent around hundreds of pics in a Kodak album, but will post a few here as well.
And enough TV talk for this week.
Two weeks ago today we were enjoying our first full day in Spain, and I do so wish we were still there. I will find a clever way to relocate to Europe yet. Oh yes, I will. We had a wonderful, if exhausting, trip thanks to Cesar's family. Planned our visit to overlap with that of my sister-in-law's family so that Leila could enjoy the time with her cousins. And because she was having so much fun with her cousins, her MiMi and NoNo (grandparents), Ina and Ino (godparents - my sister and brother-in-law) and Tio Alex, Cesar and I actually got to enjoy a little mini-break alone to Barcelona for two nights. When we're at home, we get "I'm coming with you" from her even if we just excuse ourselves to the bathroom, so it was nice to have some alone time to drink sangria, eat tapas, hike to Gaudi landmarks and shop for the perfect pair of silver tennis shoes.
Ironically, we hardly spent any time in Madrid proper. My in-laws live in the suburb of Pozuelo in a pretty neighborhood with artistically named streets (calle architectura, calle pintura...) and the trip downtown by public transpo' included a bus to a commuter train to a metro, which was somewhat tedious with a toddler and stroller. We inadvertently spent over $100 on lunch in the Plaza Mayor near Puerto del Sol one day, and blitzed the Spanish painting collection at the Prado another. I think my scholarly explanation of Goya's 3rd of May 1808 may have been wasted on Leila, but it was cool to see his and Velazquez's works in person.
My father-in-law also arranged an overnight trip to Segovia and Salamanca with a stop at the World Heritage site El Escorial (http://www.patrimonionacional.es/escorial/escorial.htmonionacional.es/escorial/escorial.htm), and I give him huge props for getting 11 people out the door at 8:30a.m. Ok, 8:40...Segovia had been on my list to visit - the 1st century Roman Aqueduct was amazing - and I still remember a dialogue from Floyd's and my Spanish 1 book that included "yo soy estudiente en la Universidad de Salamanca", which made me enjoy seeing that as well. I sent around hundreds of pics in a Kodak album, but will post a few here as well.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Lost Spoiler Alert!
This show remains the biggest mindf&%* on TV. I am consistently dumbfounded and confounded and yet, there's no way I can quit it!
I've always been a fan of the Sun/Jin flashbacks. They don't have the in-your-face you already knew this, but Christian Shepard is Claire's father quality to them, but they are some of the best in terms of subtle character development. So in this Sun flash we learned that Jin was forced to become a gansta henchman for Pappa Paik as a trade off because Sun begged 150 grand from him to pay off a bribe to Jin's long lost ho of a mamma so that Jin would never have to learn he was a prostitute's son -- Parent issues anyone?? It was all so 'Gift of a Magi'. Sort of. And also, Sun had a kickin' wardrobe back in the day. She looked absolutely fab in every scene.
Now of course, it's really the Island activities that leave me going what in the...Oh, where to begin...Jack starts asking Sun all kinds of icky, creepy personal questions about the status of her pregnancy that would be fine coming from your Ob in a clinical setting, but it's Jack and it's the island and Ick. Doesn't take her long to figure out that there's something fishy about the outcomes of island pregnancies. I won't recap in full, but she hits up Kate, then Juliet for info and in that cool, expressionless way of hers, Juliet tells her she's a goner. IF the baby was conceived on the island - and we know from Sun's sneaking around w/ the disturbingly appealing baldy heir of an English tutor who went splat and Jin's apparently low sperm count that that's a big IF in this case. But wait! The island has the magic ability to increase the male sperm count 5 or 6 fold. WHAT?! Ok, I've had to buy curing cancer and paralysis, but what? Pretty convenient huh? Or it would be if all fetuses didn't kill their mother's midway through the second trimester! So Juliet drags Sun out to the medical hatch in the middle of the night to perform an ultrasound to determine when she conceived and leaves me w/ some small bit of hope that she's not PURE EVIL as I was beginning to believe a couple eps back. She does seem to derive joy from providing expectant mothers good news (and by that I do mean "good" news -- Jin's the daddy and he'd be doing the Larry Birkhead happy dance right about now if he only knew of Sun's cheating ways, but sorry Sun, again, you're a goner) and her spitting out"I hate you" after reporting to Ben on the status of the wombs of the Island's women was pretty convincing...
Now back to Des and his band of merry men where we left them last week freeing "not Penny (NP)" from the tree she parachuted into. Who is this chick? The Portuguese translation of "Catch 22" she was carrying leads me to believe she's associated with the Portuguese speaking guys at the arctic station apparently tracking Des for Penny at last season's finale. But then she spoke about 5 different languages in effort to communicate to our boys that she was dying. And that's probably neither here nor there, because the real reveals from this storyline are still to come. When Hurley dumbly shoots a flare gun to the heavens, who comes flashing through the jungle in response? MIKHAIL (aka Patchy)! As in the not too long ago foaming at the mouth and violently convulsing and DEAD after Locke threw him into the security fence Mikhail. At this point, I shouted SHUT UP at my TV, then promptly put a pillow to my mouth in recognition that if I woke Leila during this hour and had to tend to her, I would be less than amused. Conveniently enough, he was a medic during his Russian army service (did we know this? I just pegged him for a communication/intel type) and he manages to go all Grey's Anatomy on us and save NP's life. Good thing he does, because the news she relays to Hurley at the end is the true stunner of the episode (as if there were not enough already...) They could not possibly be survivors of flight 815 out of Australia because that wreckage was found and there were no survivors. They were all dead! Cue Twilight Zone music here. Oh where, oh where are we going with this? The creators have repeatedly pledged that these cats aren't dead/in purgatory. I can't help but be reminded of the Nicole Kidman movie The OTHERS(!) in which she and her children did not know they were dead...That's about all I've got. Next week should be good too. I can't help but be hugely curious about Locke's motives these days.
This show remains the biggest mindf&%* on TV. I am consistently dumbfounded and confounded and yet, there's no way I can quit it!
I've always been a fan of the Sun/Jin flashbacks. They don't have the in-your-face you already knew this, but Christian Shepard is Claire's father quality to them, but they are some of the best in terms of subtle character development. So in this Sun flash we learned that Jin was forced to become a gansta henchman for Pappa Paik as a trade off because Sun begged 150 grand from him to pay off a bribe to Jin's long lost ho of a mamma so that Jin would never have to learn he was a prostitute's son -- Parent issues anyone?? It was all so 'Gift of a Magi'. Sort of. And also, Sun had a kickin' wardrobe back in the day. She looked absolutely fab in every scene.
Now of course, it's really the Island activities that leave me going what in the...Oh, where to begin...Jack starts asking Sun all kinds of icky, creepy personal questions about the status of her pregnancy that would be fine coming from your Ob in a clinical setting, but it's Jack and it's the island and Ick. Doesn't take her long to figure out that there's something fishy about the outcomes of island pregnancies. I won't recap in full, but she hits up Kate, then Juliet for info and in that cool, expressionless way of hers, Juliet tells her she's a goner. IF the baby was conceived on the island - and we know from Sun's sneaking around w/ the disturbingly appealing baldy heir of an English tutor who went splat and Jin's apparently low sperm count that that's a big IF in this case. But wait! The island has the magic ability to increase the male sperm count 5 or 6 fold. WHAT?! Ok, I've had to buy curing cancer and paralysis, but what? Pretty convenient huh? Or it would be if all fetuses didn't kill their mother's midway through the second trimester! So Juliet drags Sun out to the medical hatch in the middle of the night to perform an ultrasound to determine when she conceived and leaves me w/ some small bit of hope that she's not PURE EVIL as I was beginning to believe a couple eps back. She does seem to derive joy from providing expectant mothers good news (and by that I do mean "good" news -- Jin's the daddy and he'd be doing the Larry Birkhead happy dance right about now if he only knew of Sun's cheating ways, but sorry Sun, again, you're a goner) and her spitting out"I hate you" after reporting to Ben on the status of the wombs of the Island's women was pretty convincing...
Now back to Des and his band of merry men where we left them last week freeing "not Penny (NP)" from the tree she parachuted into. Who is this chick? The Portuguese translation of "Catch 22" she was carrying leads me to believe she's associated with the Portuguese speaking guys at the arctic station apparently tracking Des for Penny at last season's finale. But then she spoke about 5 different languages in effort to communicate to our boys that she was dying. And that's probably neither here nor there, because the real reveals from this storyline are still to come. When Hurley dumbly shoots a flare gun to the heavens, who comes flashing through the jungle in response? MIKHAIL (aka Patchy)! As in the not too long ago foaming at the mouth and violently convulsing and DEAD after Locke threw him into the security fence Mikhail. At this point, I shouted SHUT UP at my TV, then promptly put a pillow to my mouth in recognition that if I woke Leila during this hour and had to tend to her, I would be less than amused. Conveniently enough, he was a medic during his Russian army service (did we know this? I just pegged him for a communication/intel type) and he manages to go all Grey's Anatomy on us and save NP's life. Good thing he does, because the news she relays to Hurley at the end is the true stunner of the episode (as if there were not enough already...) They could not possibly be survivors of flight 815 out of Australia because that wreckage was found and there were no survivors. They were all dead! Cue Twilight Zone music here. Oh where, oh where are we going with this? The creators have repeatedly pledged that these cats aren't dead/in purgatory. I can't help but be reminded of the Nicole Kidman movie The OTHERS(!) in which she and her children did not know they were dead...That's about all I've got. Next week should be good too. I can't help but be hugely curious about Locke's motives these days.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Happy belated birthday to Leila. Yes, it is stunning, but she is two! years! old! As of yesterday. And she gives us daily previews as to what life will be like with her as a teenager. But she is a genius and an angel and we do love her so. I still question my mothering abilities daily. I can't even manage to get a splinter out of her hand currently. And yet. I was frosting cupcakes for day care at 11:00 Monday (after missing most of 24 to bake them.) That has to count for something right??
Right. So I'm just a wee bit late to this whole blogging thing, but I figure that at this point in my precariously balanced life, it is the only way I will get any regular writing into my day (aside from the work writing I am currently putting off because I am finding it hard to rebut Consumer Advocate points that I believe in with regards to taxpayer protections...) I certainly spend(/waste) enough time reading the blogs of others, so I may as well broadcast some thoughts/ news/observations of my own. Stay tuned for highly interesting and entertaining tidbits from the days of our lives, and do read that last bit with more than a hint of sarcasm.
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