Archive for February, 2012
Posted by Lissa on February 10, 2012
Posted by Lissa on February 7, 2012
The book: Life of Pi by Yann Martel
The short review: Wonderful! I loved it!
The long review: …. wow. Just wow.
I feel a bit like the movie promoters who were trying to advertise The Princess Bride. I mean, it’s got everything. Zoology! Spirituality! Swimming pools! Religion! Atheism! Tigers! Indian food! Adventure! Miracles!
The book starts out by exploring the life of Piscine Molitor Patel, whose family owns a zoo in Pondicherry, India. I thought it was going to be a light, dryly humorous account of boyhood – you know, Coming of Age type book with rather large hints of whimsy. Then suddenly halfway through the book it morphs into a fantastical Robinson Crusoe type epic and you’re riveted.
One might find the abrupt shift unsettling. For me, the author’s “tone” matters more than anything else. I can read about all sorts of different subjects involved in many different plots. Historical fiction, romance, drama, comedy, whatever; if I like how the author turns a phrase, I’ll read him/her. As such, it didn’t bother me; but it might bother you.
For this book more than most I’d recommend downloading the sample chapter first. If you like how the author “sounds”, I think you’ll be very pleased by the book. If it’s not your style, then don’t shell out the $8.
But me? I loved it. One of those books that I put down after reading the last page and just murmured, “My god. Oh, my god. Wow.”
May you get as much pleasure out of it!
Posted by Lissa on February 6, 2012
We’re not going to talk about the sad, heartrending, disappointing results. No. Instead, let’s talk about food!
The one bit of pseudo-gourmet was an idea I stole from Dinner Impossible: gazpacho in cucumber shot glasses!
We also had chips and salsa, pigs in a blanket and pig candy (thank you, Breda). Then for dinner Mike smoked a Boston butt roast (are you seeing a theme here with Boston and pigs?). We added roasted broccoli, a nice salad and Boston baked beans to round out the feast.
Dessert? Okay, I amused myself:
I also made mini-muffins that I then brushed with melted butter and dipped in cinnamon sugar. (I stole THAT idea from The Best Thing I Ever Ate. I watch an awful lot of Food Network, if you can’t tell.) The muffins were okay but a little bland; I think next time I’ll add some cardamom.
To the Giants fans out there: You suck and I hate you. (Except for almost ALL my neighbors, who support the evil Giants. Sigh. They’re still my friends, even if they like the bad guys.)
Happy Monday, all!
Posted by Lissa on February 3, 2012
Happy Friday, all! This Friday is particularly nice for me because I don’t have to pack a lunch and I get to eat at a fancy restaurant. Yay! But all things have a price. In this case, it’s organizing, supervising and generally overseeing a surprise birthday party for one of our favorite clients.
Surprise birthday parties can be dicey things. You have to pick a person who won’t show up wearing a housecoat and curlers in her hair, or grease all over his jeans. If it’s a large-number birthday, you have to make sure the actual age appears NOWHERE in your decorations or dessert.
With my official work title as “Jack of All Trades,” it’s a bit of a dance. I need to organize all the ribbons and decorations and make a centerpiece and be charming enough to make sure everyone has a good time. (Hey look, I practiced: braided carnations!!)
On the other hand, I’m also the Director of Business Operations, so I need to appear young, charming and entertaining but also competent as all get-out. (I find that glancing references to the Eurozone can be useful in this. It shows I pay some attention to the world financial market but doesn’t invite partisan argument on whether it’s the fault of Democrats or Republicans.)
I think it’ll be fun. Wish me luck, and here’s hoping I don’t spill anything!
Posted by Lissa on February 2, 2012
His love songs always make me cry, but it’s the good kind of crying. Even if it hurts.
Posted by Lissa on February 1, 2012
I’m not particularly proud of it, but there it is.
I could not be bothered to lose sleep and hustle out early yesterday morning to choose between Newt and Romney. I rather hate them both. (Not as people – just as candidates.)
I look forward to pulling the lever for Not Obama in November, but until then, I’m going to sit back in disgust and rail at the skies for giving me such unpalatable candidates.
A pox on all their houses, say I . . .