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GPOYW-The Best Friend’s Birthday Edition
That’s my friend Lyndsey, on the right. She and I used to be best buds. Then we kind of lost touch because her Girlfriend was really possessive of her. But last night I got a call from her. I had sent her a birthday card (her birthday is today) and told her that I missed our friendship. We talked for about an hour or so and she sounded the happiest I’ve ever heard of her. I’m glad that she made the effort to call because frankly, I was tired of reaching out. So Happy Birthday to her, hopefully we can keep in better touch and have a more recent picture sometime soon, this was taken at Maifest in Lincoln Square about 3 1/2 years ago.
P.S. I was kind of chunky in this picture-Thank God I switched jobs, 10 hours sitting at a desk all day will make you fat. Even if you workout. Obviously.
The Museum of Broken Relationships grew from a traveling exhibition revolving around the concept of failed relationships and their ruins. Unlike ‘destructive’ self-help instructions for recovery from failed loves, the Museum offers a chance to overcome an emotional collapse through creation: by contributing to the Museum’s collection.
Whatever the motivation for donating personal belongings – be it sheer exhibitionism, therapeutic relief, or simple curiosity – people embraced the idea of exhibiting their love legacy as a sort of a ritual, a solemn ceremony. Our societies oblige us with our marriages, funerals, and even graduation farewells, but deny us any formal recognition of the demise of a relationship, despite its strong emotional effect. In the words of Roland Barthes in A Lover’s Discourse: “Every passion, ultimately, has its spectator… (there is) no amorous oblation without a final theater.”
Conceptualized in Croatia by Olinka Vištica and Dražen Grubišić, the Museum has since toured internationally, amassing an amazing collection. Although often colored by personal experience, local culture and history, the exhibits presented here form universal patterns offering us to discover them and feel the comfort they can bring. Hopefully they can also inspire our personal search for deeper insights and strengthen our belief in something more meaningful than random suffering.
Little known Cleaning Facts
- Vinegar & Water is a great deodorizer for a musty bathroom. Spray your shower down as you’re getting out.
- A wet pumice stone will clean a dirty oven faster than any spray-on product.
- To clean your microwave oven, microwave a cup of water with some baking soda in it until it’s boiling. That eliminates odors and makes it super easy to wipe away all that stuck-on stuff.
- To eliminate that ring in your toilet, drop in a bubbling denture tablet, and leave it for at least 30 minutes or overnight. That stain will come off with just a few swishes of the brush.
- The best way to dust blinds: close them, then wipe up and down with an old dryer sheet. It’ll create an antistatic barrier that helps prevent dust from building up again.
Provided by Readers Digest
Book Review: Furious Love-Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, and the Marriage of the Century
Furious Love: Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, and the marriage of the century
I received this book for Christmas not really knowing anything about either Elizabeth Taylor or Richard Burton. Sure I knew that E. Taylor was a big advocate for AIDS research and that she and Michael Jackson were BFF’s but even less did I know of Mr. Richard Burton. Was he related to Tim Burton? U m no, and so I found out.
I have to preface this review with the fact that I’ve seriously been into biography’s as of late. I used to read purely fiction and then I decided that maybe I should read something where I could actually learn something and so I took on the dubious task of reading The Wave, The Botany of Desire and The Moral Lives of Animals (couldn’t finish, too boring). And now I’ve moved onto Autobiography’s/biography’s such as Theodore Rex, Alice and now Furious Love. Can I also say that I rarely read love stories? Moving on to the review…
If someone asked me to summarize this book in one word it would be “WOW.” The authors, Sam Kashner and Nancy Schoenberger, did an amazing job of instantly grabbing my attention and making me feel as if I were a bystander in the whirlwind of celebrity conspicuous consumption that was Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton’s lives. Not only did I not want to like them for cheating on their prospective spouses but by the end of the book I was actually rooting for them to make it, I was drawn in by the spectacle of their passionate life together. Fueled by alcohol, sex and competition with one another, of course, but still passion that I don’t think I’ve ever had or will have in my life. Too much drama for me. But I digress.
Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor seem to have had a connection so acute, so all-encompassing that they smothered each other and yet were still soul mates. I enjoyed the many excerpts from Burton’s personal diary in describing his relationship with Taylor. And I appreciated the complicated, honest-in-your-face that Taylor was. Theirs was a love unparalleled. And I found the book to be an interesting, fast read. I highly suggest it, if not the Hollywood Glitz and Glamour but for the interesting sociological view of what is a “relationship” between two people that loved each other like crazy.
GPOYW-The “I Survived Tunica, Mississippi and coincidentally my BF’s 30th Birthday” Edition
Yep, you read it right. My fool of a BF wanted to go to Tunica, MS to celebrate his 30th. I was secretly dreading it but you know what? I actually had a really good time! There’s not much to do except gamble and eat, and eat I did. Hello Paula Deen’s Buffet! Probably one of the most amazing dining experiences I’ve ever had. And no wonder that she’s a Diabetic now (I mean that with respect, Paula, it takes a real woman to butter herself into Type 2).
Anywoo, don’t knock Tunica until you’ve tried it. Right across the TN border and close to Memphis. You could make a long weekend of it.
Just cut out a bunch of recipes from old magazines
I feel so productive. Like I actually did something worthwhile today. No matter that I’m too lazy to cook tonight and am dining at The Bad Apple , I still feel good knowing that *hopefully* I’ll attempt to cook these recipes that someone else had the time to create from their own imagination while I consume food that someone else prepared.
WINNING.
