oops.

Sorry blog, I’ve been neglecting you. In an unfocused list, these things have been taking up my time:

I got a cat. My friend Beth found a stray and I decided to keep him. His name is Boo Radley and he’s a terror. A cute terror though. He destroyed my roommate’s new iPhone cord and one of my socks. Recently, I’ve caught him drinking out of the toilet. He may think he’s a dog. And although he has a beard, he’s losing his manhood soon (don’t tell him).

I’m doing the social media/promo for the TV show my friends created, Terminal B. Check out the indiegogo site, Like us on Facebook, follow us on twitter, etc. Casting starts in November! I think this can be really great.

I became an aunt! Meet Harper James. I love him and I haven’t even met him yet. He’s cuter than your nephew. And cooler.

I moved cubes! This is actually a major highlight. Previously, I was in a cube where I couldn’t even see the windows by standing up, I had to walk through the cube labyrinth to reach the row of windows. But no more! Now I have a lovely, distracting, sunshiny view of some trees, and mostly a parking lot.

I’m going to Utah for Thanksgiving. As stated in a previous post, we’re headed to Zion National Park. So, I’ve been looking at park blogs and seeking out the best hikes. Please share any suggestions.

I made Halloween costumes. And I am pretty proud of them. For the record, there was a stuffed kitten in my basket and a pair of scissors. At least one person asked to take our picture.

Feel free to compare us to the real deal:

Annnnd here are some distractions while you’re waiting out the storm:

The best cookies ever. (Why haven’t I been making EVERYTHING with brown butter??)

Cat bounce!

Life in Color from National Geographic.

Patagonia’s Instagram feed.

quick thoughts on Moonrise Kingdom.

After waiting a few long weeks, and prohibiting friends from revealing details, I finally saw Moonrise Kingdom. And I loved it. Here are some quick thoughts on why I loved it:

  • Childhood innocence: Who doesn’t love that? In the midst of the Freeh report, it’s good to see kids be kids, even if it’s in a movie.
  • It’s nice to watch a movie that doesn’t make you scrunch up your face and think, “Oh, that was the point where I was supposed to be shocked/surprised/disgusted by brief, cheap vulgarity/sexuality/crudeness.” And is also not animated.
  • Sense of adventure: Again, who doesn’t love that? Moonrise Kingdom is littered with mini adventures, wrapped up in the big adventure of a coming-of-age story. Suzy runs away from home, Sam goes AWOL from the Khaki Scouts, and together they backpack across the island. The Khaki Scouts launch a recon mission for Sam, then assist Sam and Suzy in a mini-canoe escape between islands. Scout Master Ward leads all the scouts out when the dam breaks. And on, and on, and on. Oops, I forgot young love.
  • Frances McDormand
  • New England living (Maine posts coming soon)
  • These two scenes:
    • The back-and-forth cut revealing Sam and Suzy’s letter correspondence. It was clever, cute, and who doesn’t get excited to receive a handwritten letter?
    • Sam and Suzy dancing on the beach. I shouldn’t have to explain that one.

My main critique/problem is that it was too…Wes Anderson-y. I fear he may become a caricature of himself, and his films will suffer for it. If you’re at all familiar with his other work, you can spot his repetitive motifs instantly. And while I like his trademark long camera shot, I worry he may overdo it. If this was your first experience with Wes Anderson, I do wonder what you thought.

One small critique: I wanted more out of Tilda Swinton. Or for Social Services to have not been played by Tilda Swinton. It felt almost as if she was just vacationing nearby, and Wes Anderson ran into her at the grocery and asked if she’d play this bit part in his new film.

After the credits rolled, we wondered which lines would be most quoted. Obviously, I expect “What kind of bird are you?” to be used in many a flirt-text or flirt-Facebook post. I’ll have to watch it again before declaring any more highly repeatable lines.

Back to loving it. I think I enjoyed Moonrise Kingdom so much (pretty sure I had a dopey smile the whole time) because that’s the kind of movie-watching season I’m in. Er, let me explain. I finally watched Tinker Tailer Soldier Spy, a movie I anticipated enjoying a great deal, and I’ll be honest, I didn’t. Typically, I’m a lover of the highly engaging, thought-provoking, you-better-pay-attention-or-you’ll-miss-it kind of movie. But right now, I just want to watch a movie and enjoy it. I don’t want to feel Jedi mind-tricked for two days post viewing, trying to work out all the nuances. So, a lighthearted story of two kids who fall in love and try to run away, set with muted fall colors, a New England backdrop, and a kitten in a basket, I’ll take it.

Moonrise Kingdom print from thefilmexperience.net. Check out the other prints!

saturday adventures: ladies in lace

A couple Saturdays ago, my friend Rachel called me while I was out with some friends.

Rachel: What are you doing for the next few hours?

Me: Uh… taking a shower eventually?

Rachel: GREAT, want to come be in my photo shoot?

Me: Why not?

To which she responded with many thanks and a lot of I love yous. (Later she apologized for saying I love you every time she hung up the phone:)

Rachel is a photographer, among other things. Her card says “Community Architect” and it’s completely accurate. When my friends asked who was the girl on the phone, I said, “She’s basically the coolest person I know, but I can’t explain why, which makes her cooler.” Rachel had a vision to do a photo shoot featuring vintage dresses, braided hair, and muted colors.

I’ll be honest. Playing dress up is fun when you’re a little girl. It’s still fun when you’re a big girl.

Here are some of the photos…

Like [rachel joy photos] on facebook to see more of the photos! And check out the behind the scenes video.

PS: This is how spring sounds.

highlights: the books of 2011

Last spring, I decided to start a book club. Turns out, the thing I most complained about in my English lit classes was also what I missed:  talking in circles about books. So I started a book club hoping to keep my mind captivated, meet new people, and read some great books. Most of what I read in 2011 was a book club read or McSweeney’s Quarterly, but I’m attempting to include everything. I strayed a bit from my typical reading, and consumed quite a few short stories this year, along with novels. Here’s the list. It’s in reading order to the best of my memory.

The Best American Short Stories, 2010 Because I let someone borrow this, and read it at the beginning of the year, I’m failing to remember many stories. If I get my copy back, I’ll be sure to update this.

The Twenty-Seventh City, Jonathan Franzen (book club) This book proved to be a rough maiden voyage for our book club. Most of us did not enjoy it. I actually put down Freedom when the book club started and have yet to pick it back up (gasp!). The Twenty-Seventh City is Franzen’s first novel and it shows. The writing was showy and poorly paced. I was so disinterested I actually had to skim the last fifty pages to finish in time for book club. In the midst of my skimming–spoiler alert–I missed the suicide of one of the main characters.

American Pastoral, Philip Roth (book club) Roth’s Pulitzer winner also proved lacking for many of the book club members. We all agreed it was technically exceptional, but wanted more out of it. Confession time:  under all my sass and cynicism lies a sentimentalist. While I can appreciate well written literature, I need some redemption to really love a story.

McSweeney’s Quarterly, 37 About half of this edition featured Kenyan writers and brand new stories from them. The letters are very often my favorite part, but the short stories are the star. Two favorites are “Take Care of that Rage Problem” by Edan Lepucki, which begins with a mother explaining to her daughter why she’s been arrested for indecent exposure, and “A Brutal Murder in a Public Place” by Joyce Carol Oates that tells the story of a bird trapped in an airport terminal.

The New Man, Thomas Merton This is the only nonfiction from my 2011 reading list, and also my first Merton. I read it over a long span of time, for better or worse. Merton’s insights were eye-opening as well as approachable. Having a Catholic background may have helped at times. I especially enjoyed his belief that intelligence and the will must work together in faith.

Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami (book club) I fell in love with this book. I’m a fan of magic realism, but I had to sell it a bit to the book club. They thanked me in the end. Kafka follows two characters:  one, a teenage boy with an Oedipal complex, and the other an old, mentally-handicapped man who talks to cats. INTRIGUE.

Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine, Bebe Moore Campbell (book club) I did not fall in love with this book. I could appreciate its history, as it chronicled (I think) thirty to forty years of a Southern black family. But I couldn’t really get past the writing.

My Name is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok (book club) I think it’s safe to say we all adored this book. Asher Lev is an Hasidic Jewish boy growing up in Brooklyn between WWII and the Cold War. He is an exceptionally gifted artist, struggling to balance his orthodoxy with his gift. Potok not only does an excellent job with character development, he allowed the reader to imagine Asher’s artwork with ease.

East of Eden, John Steinbeck The book of the year. I bought this while Borders was closing, thinking, “Well, maybe I’ll read it someday.” Someday came sooner than expected. Having read The Pearl, Of Mice and Men, and In Dubious Battle for various English classes, and not really enjoying them, I had my doubts about East of Eden. But this book captivated me. I loved the unforgiving honesty of Cathy, Charles and Cal. I loved Lee’s wisdom and faithfulness. This book felt strangely close to home while I was reading it. I even dreamt one of the lines before reading it the next day. I ought to devote an entire post to East of Eden.

Bowl of Cherries, Millard Kaufman (book club) This was our attempt at a “light” read; it follows a boy-genius who has dropped out of his Ivy League university. As it turns out, Kaufman may very well have been a dirty old man. He wrote the screenplay introducing Mr. Magoo to the world, as well as some other Oscar nominated screenplays. Bowl of Cherries reads a bit like a screenplay, complete with explosions and last-ditch helicopter escapes. The story was at least entertaining, but lacked polish.

McSweeney’s Quarterly, 38 McSweeney’s always has some surprises, and while this edition featured the typical fictional short stories, it also included some nonfiction and a retelling of Rapunzel. “The Hens” by Roddy Doyle was a favorite. It’s one of those stories you feel a little disconcerted while reading, as it tells of a woman hired to babysit chickens in the midst of neighbor wars. A lot more blood than I expected.

The Living, Annie Dillard (book club) The Living was our last group read for 2011. It’s an historical fiction, so not everyone’s cuppa tea. This is Dillard’s first novel (if you’re unfamiliar, she writes nonfiction usually). I think Dillard was very successful with her first fictional effort. It’s clear that she devoted much time to researching the setting for her novel (the PNW throughout the 1800s). The Living follows early settlers of the PNW, detailing covered wagon trips from the East Coast, relationships with natives, and hop farming in the midst of Prohibition.

Put Out More Flags, Evelyn Waugh (book club) We decided to go Secret Santa style for our last book club read of 2011, and my assignment was Put Out More Flags. I’d read Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited and didn’t remember enjoying it, so I wasn’t too jazzed for this book. But I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked it. Put Out More Flags follows a loose group of thirty-somethings in England at the start of WWII. Most of the characters romanticize and glamorize the war, unaware of the very real effects the war is going to have on England. I found it to be an interesting social commentary, and couldn’t help relating it to the hipster nation I find myself in. As the characters discussed the war, each eager to get his/her two bits in, I thought of my generation of twenty-somethings who know a little about a lot, and want you to know it too.

highlights: christmas in utah

We all converged on SLC for Christmas this year. It felt a little more like vacation than a typical family Christmas since I hadn’t been to my parents’ new house. Thought I’d show you the highlights via photo…

First up, the Agnew sorority, as my dad likes to call us.

Utah doesn’t have a great selection of beer (lots of LDS-imposed laws about alcohol) so my parents had my sister and brother-in-law bring a bunch of beer with them from Colorado. My other sister’s boyfriend bubblewrapped two 6 packs of GLBC Christmas Ale and packed them in his suitcase. Hilarious. These are some of the CO beers we had (along with Breckenridge Christmas Ale). Odell is out of Fort Collins, and I really enjoyed the Isolation Ale. Caramel-y and delicious. Wasn’t a huge fan of the Snow Day from New Belgium. People in the Midwest seem to go crazy for Fat Tire, also from New Belgium, but I haven’t quite caught on to the hype.

I finally got to make Meg’s Potatoes the correct way!

We went on a few hikes and saw 3 moose while driving down the mountain after one of the hikes!

And of course, Little Beers. If you’ve never had a Little Beer, it’s a shot of Licor 43 with a “head” of heavy whipping cream. Licor 43 is a liqueur, so it’s actually a very tasty shot.