Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I'm in charge because I'm the oldest ...

On Sunday afternoon the girls -- and one poor boy -- across the street were playing some game in which the six year old in a hoodie held a finger to her ear and performed pop songs, maybe self written, about how "I neee-eeed you." She clutched at her heart and spun like she was on a stage.

"I have an idea," she said to one of the triplets. "Let's pretend like all of our parents died and I'm in charge because I'm the oldest."

Anyway, here is what I ate, watched, read, overheard, blah-blah-blah'ed this past week.

My partner in gastrointestinal crimes was out of town so I had to pave my own way for Part II of Restaurant Week. I did okay, finding a sunny table at Valentini's that had a bit of a lake view. JCrew was replaced by my Kindle, though not easily. (The Kindle can't critique a pasta).
This is the Sicilian Cheese Tortellini, which had peppers, pepperoni, sausage, onions, etc. It was decent and messy. Every time I forked up a piece of meat I cheered like I'd won some sort of diving for dollars competition.
This was called a White Chocolate Raspberry Tort, but I think it was mislabeled.  I missed the chocolate part of it. No complaints, though. It was a multi-level cake and very light and fun to eat. 

Is it possible for one member of the household to make coffee that is hotter than the coffee made by the other member of the household? Because I always burn my face on Chuck's coffee, but can drink my own immediately.

Chuck's answer: That I don't notice the coffee I make is hot because I drink it in the morning while my face is still numb.

My Week with Marilyn: A young lad working as third assistant on the Lawrence Olivier project "The Prince and the Showgirl" spends a week minding the incredibly high maintenance Marilyn Monroe who shows up late, sometimes knows her lines and needs constant affirmations from the people around her. This is the true story of how she swooped in, got him all gooey in Arthur Miller's absence, then moved on with the rest of her life.

Michelle Williams as Marilyn. My God. She's absolutely stunning. The weirdest part is that in the early 2000s, I'd never have picked her as the "Dawson's Creek" cast member most likely to succeed. While watching this I was having fan fiction about her getting this part, studying for this role, filming. Friends, I got a little teary for her. She feels like an old pal who I've just seen do something gigantic and awesome.

On The Waterfront: I have a new sort of reading project that means a new sort of watching project and so here I am watching this black and white movie about longshoreman and a union overrun by schemers and Marlon Brando as a former boxer with super weird eyebrows who is trying to figure out if he's cool with the status quo, running with the bad seeds, or if he is going to risk his life to narc the jerks out.

Very exciting. But also interesting to see Brando's take on this kind of quirky character. I think I'm ready to re-watch "Streetcar."

East of Eden : Here is a snippet of John Steinbeck's novel, mostly just the part where Caleb finds his birth mom is a Madam and he tries to get on his dad's good side. Here we have James Dean as a total whack job, completely unrecognizable as a functioning human being. Another strange play on quirky, though they must not have agreed in this technocolor era because this was his breakout film.

Graffiti spotted in the women's bathroom at Thirsty Pagan.

Whenever I order water at a restaurant and the server asks if I want a lemon with it, I'm always a little insulted. Like, do I really look like that kind of an asshole?

My Friend Dahmer by Derf Backderf: A former high school classmate of Jeffrey Dahmer created a graphic novel about what the late-serial killer's life was like as a teen misfit: Pretty into road kill, for one thing. This story takes the FBI files, newspaper accounts and personal interactions with Dahmer into consideration. It's pretty creepy and super good.

Full review here.

By Blood: A Novel by Ellen Ullman: Taking a page from the school of Woody Allen: The unnamed narrator, who is on a hiatus from his university job because of some sort of scandal, has rented office space and shares a wall with a psychiatrist. Once a week he is privy to the story of a woman who is searching for her birth mother -- and then finding out a bunch of mind blowing stuff about her origins.

Super good. Full review will be here.

Green Girlby Kate Zambreno: I totally, totally liked this novel in which an unnamed narrator watches a 20-something girl, an ex-Pat living in London during those soft fontanelle years.

I haven't yet written a review. But I will. And then it will go here.


Sproactually said...

I read this story, and for some odd reason, made me think of you in some future sense.


Mach1 said...

What, pray tell, is wrong with asking for lemon in your water? I don't, but I want to feel like I have the right.

Christa said...

Ha! That story is all the rage. Especially in these parts.

Christa said...

There is nothing wrong with asking for lemon in your water, friend. I just don't want to look like a person who demands lemon in my water. I like people to know I'm totally casual.