Yes, I am jumping on the cosmopolitan filled band-wagon. My friend Lindsay got us tickets to see the mid-night screening of "Sex and the City." I don't think I need to explain my love for this show, everyone claims to be it's "BIG"gest fan. But, I do claim to be amongst those who can relate. Well, I actually have my best friend (not Lindsay) that can realte. See her and I met while studying/I was nesting, in Italy last year, and she, just like me, met this Italian guy, she totally fell for him. I had the same thing happen to me the year before, only in a much different way.
It's hard comparing relationships, especially being that there is a HUGE demographic of American girls, girlfriends, or now, wives, to these strapping Italian men. It's quite unique. It's like we have settled in a new colony. We are Pioneers from the West, bringing our free-once "Single-wmoen" Carrie like behaviors, and settling into a fairytale small town of Italy. It is a harmonizing mix though. It is one of the deepest, complimenting communities I've ever been to. That's why my friend was so eager to get in.
Not like you need a boyfriend to keep you in this town, on the contrary, all you need is your brain, and your laughter, and an open-sense of life and adventure. But she was convinced to get this guy. She moved all the way from Jersey, and like "Carrie" wanted to expand her life, and it's possibilities in Italy. In the 6th season of "Sex an the City," Carrie goes to Paris and instead of writing about her life goes and "lives her life." So what came first the chicken or the egg? Do we need to read inspiring books to help us suck it up and get on the plane? But what's waiting for us when we get there? I say get all you're chickens lined up first, and your friends, and then you can choose your next daring leap. But hey, for now, get lost in "Sex and the City."
I am sooooo excited for this movie!
Click bellow to see the trailer
http://movies.aol.com/movie/sex-and-the-city-2008/30247/video/trailer-no-2/2081927
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
It's been a yummy afternoon..."Buon Appetito!"
So, my nephews have every DVD known to man kind, and I'm a sucker for Disney films. Having worked there as Princess Jasmine in 2003, it's a dear, corporate Fortune 100 company, to my heart.
Anyways, I stick in "Rartatuoille", I seriously LOVE this movie. If you've seen it, and are a respectable and cultured person, they totally "get it." I just love how they really captured the humility of this rat, and his relationship with a human. Also the realism of the kitchen, I know what the resturaunt industry is like, it's scary and intimidating, but you can be vulnerable. The movie is a real motivating, uplifting, fell good, feel like you own YOU. We own our thoughts, isn't it fricken magical how Disney can get you to the core?
The funny thing is the symphony of flavors that were captured through the tube while watching this rat stick cheese in his mouth. I mean, "Tom and Jerry" just couldn't do it for me that way, well Tex Avery is a genius. He opened my brain up in a lot of other ways at a tender age. Anyways, in "Ratatouille", I mean I have surround sound, but not surround palate, I was really absorbing the deliscious animation, amazing! So while I was on a role of vicariously living and sharing through the gift of multi-media, I opened a great book that would complimant my thoughts, and I sliced up a ripened mango.
I picked up a great book "The Omnivore's Dilemma" - Michael Pollan, www.michaelpollan.com It is so far genius, an incredible guide of an anthroplogical view on our culture, and other culture's perception of food. Now, I can have an objective opinion on the American culture's diet craze because I spend majority of my time living in Italy, and I can tell you that they "get it," we don't.
It's not our fault though, as this book captures, there's so many, infinate really, options... "What's for dinner tonight?" It's perannoying isn't it? I mean actually I remember this "Sex and the City" episode where Samantha is walking down the street with Smith, and thery're trying to decide where to eat, and there throwing around, Chinese or Thai, and then she responds... "No, I just had Tha-A-Aaiii..." then falls into a Hash pit. God, I love New York, I can't wait to go back and visit, 2 weeks... anyways, off subject.
It's true we have an Omnivore' Dilemma. Here's a great inserpt I found- "Our culture codifies the rules of wise eating in an elaborate stucture of taboos, rituals, recipes, manners, and culinary traditions that keep us from having to reenact the omnivore's dilemma at every meal." Pollan also compares our original ominovre habits with that of a rat. I love the coincidence of the context with my day, but it's true, and as our species evolved over time, we learned to stay away from what was poisones, ok mushrooms bad, well not if your in a smart shop in Amterdamn...haha. But seriously, he also mentions our common sense genes and how we've developed what tastes we enjoy, the color of berries triggers our sweet sense, etc. So, yes, we're programmed, good stuff, no-brainer, but somehow we've gone and complicated things.
I really liked how the author touched on the 2002 fad of the Atkin's diet, holy moly. I actually explained this fad, well let's call it an "eating disorder" to my soon to be mother-n-law, and she took it like any Napoletana, "Voi siete pazzi!" "You American's are crazy!" You know, I gotta be honest, every time I go to Italy, I come back skinnier, glowing, and everyone is like, how'd you do that? I tell them it's simple, I just eat everyday, 3 meals a day, but I don't stress on what kind of food, I sure as hell don't count my calories. But I eat unconsciosly, with a great glass of wine, and great conversation. My body just started to agree with me, and in return digest properly, how 'bout that.
Isn't it amazing to live more simplistically, and of course in good company. You remeber in "Under the Tuscan Sun?' Yes, I had to bring that book up, it does mirror a lot of coincidential experiences, but anyways, while she's building and restoring her home, and really restoring her dreams, her workers/friends remind her not to eat alone. I don't mean it's not good for you but, here's something to chew on, isn't it nice to have everyone sit together, look at the beautiful table that's been spead, and really acknowledge like, this is what it's all about. There are so many of you that, I know, agree with me, it could be half you're pay check, or half you're busy busy day, to plan to get all you're favorite and meaningful people together, and share the same dinner. Isn't it beautiful to actually cook for someone you love, and say "Buon appetito," take that first bite together, and literally be inside eachother's mouths, man, what an awesome thing to experience, hell we really "are what we eat."
Anyways, I stick in "Rartatuoille", I seriously LOVE this movie. If you've seen it, and are a respectable and cultured person, they totally "get it." I just love how they really captured the humility of this rat, and his relationship with a human. Also the realism of the kitchen, I know what the resturaunt industry is like, it's scary and intimidating, but you can be vulnerable. The movie is a real motivating, uplifting, fell good, feel like you own YOU. We own our thoughts, isn't it fricken magical how Disney can get you to the core?
The funny thing is the symphony of flavors that were captured through the tube while watching this rat stick cheese in his mouth. I mean, "Tom and Jerry" just couldn't do it for me that way, well Tex Avery is a genius. He opened my brain up in a lot of other ways at a tender age. Anyways, in "Ratatouille", I mean I have surround sound, but not surround palate, I was really absorbing the deliscious animation, amazing! So while I was on a role of vicariously living and sharing through the gift of multi-media, I opened a great book that would complimant my thoughts, and I sliced up a ripened mango.
I picked up a great book "The Omnivore's Dilemma" - Michael Pollan, www.michaelpollan.com It is so far genius, an incredible guide of an anthroplogical view on our culture, and other culture's perception of food. Now, I can have an objective opinion on the American culture's diet craze because I spend majority of my time living in Italy, and I can tell you that they "get it," we don't.
It's not our fault though, as this book captures, there's so many, infinate really, options... "What's for dinner tonight?" It's perannoying isn't it? I mean actually I remember this "Sex and the City" episode where Samantha is walking down the street with Smith, and thery're trying to decide where to eat, and there throwing around, Chinese or Thai, and then she responds... "No, I just had Tha-A-Aaiii..." then falls into a Hash pit. God, I love New York, I can't wait to go back and visit, 2 weeks... anyways, off subject.
It's true we have an Omnivore' Dilemma. Here's a great inserpt I found- "Our culture codifies the rules of wise eating in an elaborate stucture of taboos, rituals, recipes, manners, and culinary traditions that keep us from having to reenact the omnivore's dilemma at every meal." Pollan also compares our original ominovre habits with that of a rat. I love the coincidence of the context with my day, but it's true, and as our species evolved over time, we learned to stay away from what was poisones, ok mushrooms bad, well not if your in a smart shop in Amterdamn...haha. But seriously, he also mentions our common sense genes and how we've developed what tastes we enjoy, the color of berries triggers our sweet sense, etc. So, yes, we're programmed, good stuff, no-brainer, but somehow we've gone and complicated things.
I really liked how the author touched on the 2002 fad of the Atkin's diet, holy moly. I actually explained this fad, well let's call it an "eating disorder" to my soon to be mother-n-law, and she took it like any Napoletana, "Voi siete pazzi!" "You American's are crazy!" You know, I gotta be honest, every time I go to Italy, I come back skinnier, glowing, and everyone is like, how'd you do that? I tell them it's simple, I just eat everyday, 3 meals a day, but I don't stress on what kind of food, I sure as hell don't count my calories. But I eat unconsciosly, with a great glass of wine, and great conversation. My body just started to agree with me, and in return digest properly, how 'bout that.
Isn't it amazing to live more simplistically, and of course in good company. You remeber in "Under the Tuscan Sun?' Yes, I had to bring that book up, it does mirror a lot of coincidential experiences, but anyways, while she's building and restoring her home, and really restoring her dreams, her workers/friends remind her not to eat alone. I don't mean it's not good for you but, here's something to chew on, isn't it nice to have everyone sit together, look at the beautiful table that's been spead, and really acknowledge like, this is what it's all about. There are so many of you that, I know, agree with me, it could be half you're pay check, or half you're busy busy day, to plan to get all you're favorite and meaningful people together, and share the same dinner. Isn't it beautiful to actually cook for someone you love, and say "Buon appetito," take that first bite together, and literally be inside eachother's mouths, man, what an awesome thing to experience, hell we really "are what we eat."
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Pura Vida
Yeah, it feels good to be home. Home, wherever my bed is, that is. Now, I'll set the mood for you guys, I've got Bob, on in the background "Redemption Song," but of course. And now my belly is full because I just shoveled a massive amount of Pad Thai, yes shoveled, it's too good and I was starving. But now, I gotta be honest, I also have a hand cramp because I used chop sticks. Well, first I rubbed them together neurotically so my tongue wouldn't be splintered. Anyways, to all you dainty finger kids, use chop sticks you lazy twirling fork scoopers. Keep it real man, I learned long ago that Buddhist monks used to explain why forks are for those who aren't truly hungry. To have hunger, be patient with the food, and be one, and in the moment. Well my thoughts, I know, are definitely in the moment, and quite random. But I am not traveling and am so excited to get back out there. So I'll just travel in my thoughts for now...
I discovered, over 2 years ago that I am a full blown, Sagitarian-Zingara. My astrology sign is the catalyst that threw me into my unconventional behavior. Zingara is the Italian word for gypsy, I am a creature of movement and passion and that's what it's all about. The only thing is my desire for traveling needs to be directly proportional to my income. It's not easy for us free birds that don't want to do the 9-5. I am quite convinced I can get around it, around the world it... you with me?
I have this vision of trains, and commotion, and beaches and fragrant wines, and smoke filled pillow fluffed rooms, groovy dudes, with groovy moves. We sway and swallow these energies, how can one stay still and "ant" it. Caress your passions and dive in. "Pura Vida." My favorite Tarzanish-triumphant yelp. I screamed it from the top of a canopy while zip-lining in Costa Rica. I felt it then, you with me? Good stuff. I highly recommend yelping it inside your cubicle. Just do it now- "PURA VIDA!" Yeah, feeling good, good stuff.
I discovered, over 2 years ago that I am a full blown, Sagitarian-Zingara. My astrology sign is the catalyst that threw me into my unconventional behavior. Zingara is the Italian word for gypsy, I am a creature of movement and passion and that's what it's all about. The only thing is my desire for traveling needs to be directly proportional to my income. It's not easy for us free birds that don't want to do the 9-5. I am quite convinced I can get around it, around the world it... you with me?
I have this vision of trains, and commotion, and beaches and fragrant wines, and smoke filled pillow fluffed rooms, groovy dudes, with groovy moves. We sway and swallow these energies, how can one stay still and "ant" it. Caress your passions and dive in. "Pura Vida." My favorite Tarzanish-triumphant yelp. I screamed it from the top of a canopy while zip-lining in Costa Rica. I felt it then, you with me? Good stuff. I highly recommend yelping it inside your cubicle. Just do it now- "PURA VIDA!" Yeah, feeling good, good stuff.
Hey Thanks for finding my site...
Hey Guys and Gals,
I mean, here I go, I just started this up, and have had to restart like 4 times because my computer is evil, but it's worth it. Unfortunately I don't have all the time I wanted to write a cool, inspiring, and uplifting blog, but we got time. Time is empty though, isn't it? I hope this blog thing finds you well.
We need to share travel stories, I got a lot up my sleeve. At the moment I'm off to be an "ant" in the busy streets of Chicago. But I did have an exciting discovery this morning for breakfast:
If you're the kind of person who has Fluff (named brand marsh mellow fluff) in your pantry, than you're the kind of person that would appreciate my new favorite snack:
Recipe: Fluff, bread; Spread the fluff gingerly on the bread and stick into the toaster oven...
Wait for it...
And yes, you have officially, nostalgically, made something to transport you into the woods of Colorado. So "Cumbaya my lord." Never loose you're inner child!
I mean, here I go, I just started this up, and have had to restart like 4 times because my computer is evil, but it's worth it. Unfortunately I don't have all the time I wanted to write a cool, inspiring, and uplifting blog, but we got time. Time is empty though, isn't it? I hope this blog thing finds you well.
We need to share travel stories, I got a lot up my sleeve. At the moment I'm off to be an "ant" in the busy streets of Chicago. But I did have an exciting discovery this morning for breakfast:
If you're the kind of person who has Fluff (named brand marsh mellow fluff) in your pantry, than you're the kind of person that would appreciate my new favorite snack:
Recipe: Fluff, bread; Spread the fluff gingerly on the bread and stick into the toaster oven...
Wait for it...
And yes, you have officially, nostalgically, made something to transport you into the woods of Colorado. So "Cumbaya my lord." Never loose you're inner child!
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