WRITING CULTURE 2012: Film, Food & Beyond

To be as objective as possible and keep my subjective-ness removed, if possible.  Beasts of the Southern Wild is a beautifully filmed, and well executed film.  It is not my taste – I would much prefer to watch a romantic comedy where someone is in love and out of love and there’s something funny and lighthearted and a happy ending.  This is not that movie.

Hushpuppy and her father live in the ‘Bathtub’ of Southern Louisiana, where life is hard and the people who live there are die-hards.  They are born there, raised there, and die there, and it will take something terrible to get them to leave – and even then, a lot of them won’t go.  This is somewhat realistic for a place like the Bathtub in real life – however, in the midst of a terrible storm (it is assumed it is a hurricane without actually being told that it is), it is time to go.

Hushpuppy’s father,  who seems to be a relatively small minded, wife-beater, is raising this poor little girl on his own (and mostly she is raising herself) is adamant they will stay, and so they do.  They stick out the terrible storm and get stuck in the ‘Bathtub’ with the other folks who refused to leave.  They have none of the things they need to survive, and it is all too real to watch them struggle the same way as the people who in real life refuse to leave before a storm and then get trapped and are in trouble.

We also learn after the storm that Hushpuppy’s father is very sick, another thing to make this little girl’s life harder.  The only redeeming qualities of this film (to me) are the beautiful cinematography and the fact that there is a semi-happy ending.  I would actually recommend going to see it – if only for the beautiful camera work and the fact that it did win the grand jury prize at Sundance.

As a former Girl Scouts, the motto, “be prepared,” is engraved into my brain. With both parents as scout leaders, we were prepared. We took out the candles, changed the batteries on the flashlights and set the hot pot stove (aka butane stove), therefore, in case a black out occurred, we would still have light and a way of cooking food.

Fortunately, the worst didn’t happen to us. The worst we experienced during Hurricane Sandy was the loss of internet connection.  It took Time Warner Cable two weeks after the storm to return the service to my house. The commute to do homework at school made my parents uneasy, especially after the hurricane. But nonetheless, compared to others, I’m thankful that I still have a home and a family.

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

Have you heard of Nabokovs “Lolita”? This book is located in the “banned books” section in “Strand Bookstore”. My boyfriend does not read books at all, so to make him interested in reading, I got him one of those.

And this is not just a weird love story of a 36-year-old man and 12-year-old girl, this is life.

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

Anton Chekhov not only was one of the brightest Russian writers, but also one of the kindest people on Earth!

If you ask who my favorite writer is, the answer will be Chekhov. He was the smartest man, and his writing was just brilliant. He felt the Russian soul, he knew what it was to live in Russia of 19th century.

He died at 44. If he lived today, the tuberculosis would have been treated and he could have written much more..

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Let me explain, I know this blog is supposed to be about NYC,  but I just have to post from wherever I happen to be thrifting.  I will get back to NYC soon, but I must tell you about my day in Philly.

I Love Philly. Photo from Fodors.com

I go to Pennsylvania a lot looking for antiques, and some of my best thrift store finds are found in Philly.

I love hitting up the shops in and around Philadelphia as much as I can. I find they have similar items found in NYC, but at extremely reasonable prices and with less crowds and attitude.

Like NYC, there is so much to do in Philly besides thrifting. I usually eat at the Reading Terminal Market or in Philadelphia’s version of Chinatown or Little Italy.

Philadelphia is a gorgeous city, rich in culture, food, art and of course thrift stores.

You can take a two-hour bus ride to Philly for about $8, and they run nearly every hour. It’s worth the trip.

I highly recommend that you check it out, and I will be writing more posts about my visits.

Philly Aids Thrift always has the best displays.

Next post will be about one of my favorite thrift stores in Philadelphia….Philly AIDS Thrift.

Goodwill

809 State Route 17

Paramus, NJ 07652

Driving home from Albany I stopped by the Goodwill in Paramus, NJ.

Normally, I wouldn’t review a Goodwill since they are everywhere, all similar and most people have most likely visited a Goodwill Store. I only will post about Goodwill if there is something special or unusual at a location.

Right now this Goodwill is packed with wedding dresses, tuxedos and bridesmaid dresses. At first glance, I thought they were used, and there were just a lot of them.  But no, they are brand new.

When I asked why there were so many wedding dresses, I was told this “rare occurrence” is the result of a wedding shop going out of business.

Prices from $69.99.

These dresses are beautiful! If you are getting married soon, I hope you get down there soon and check it out.

Save your money for the honeymoon!

“I am who I am and that’s who I am” ― Nikolai Gogol

I did not like to read boring books by him when I was in school. I re-read some of his stories recently and rediscovered a brilliant writer!

Some interesting facts about him:

• -He was only 42 when he died, some people say he died a virgin, because no one ever saw him with a woman
• -He burned the book he wrote.
• – Several years before his death he asked not to bury him until after one can see him rotting, but no one listened to him and they buried him right after his death. When re-burying the body, the workers found him skull less and turned around (I was told this when I was a kid and everybody would tell this scary story in class.)

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Breakfast at Baruch for me is just like breakfast anywhere else. It doesn’t exist. I do enjoy a hot beverage in the morning, no matter the weather. This morning in particular, I popped into My Way Cup (102 East 23rd st), which is known for their coffee, to pick up some tea. The reason being that they carry mighty tea. I had a craving for the Citrus Chamomile. Mighty Tea makes a particularly satisfying balanced blend that doesn’t prompt me to remove the bag the second it sinks into the water. It can hang in there as long as I feel like dwelling over my beverage in enjoyment. A well chosen alternative for their staple.

Long Branch, by Dane Clark and Linsey Stewart, is a short film about a potentially long relationship.   The film opens with our lead characters making out in a tunnel with a car driving past.  Our female lead (name still tba) bluntly asks the guy if he would like to have sex, in a much more crude fashion than we’ll touch on here, to which she receives a reply that is expected of any straight male; yes.  Her roommate has people over so they have to go back to his place – as he checks his phone for the time, he asks how good her shoe’s arch support is and they start running to make the train, which they do.  If they hadn’t the rest of the somewhat predictable plot would not be able to play out.

Long Branch

Once on the train, they make the few other people in the car uncomfortable and myself too a bit, to be honest.  Finally, after their make out session goes on for a while and a station name is announced, our female (who’s name we still do not know) asks where this guy lives to which he finally admits he lives in Long Branch – nearly 2 hours away.

Cue to them now being on a city bus in the snow – at this point, quite unrealistic.  Their down to awkward conversation when at least the girl lets us know why we don’t know character names “basic one night stand etiquette”.  That cleared a little bit up at least.  Finally, they make it back to his house where it is clear to the audience immediately that he lives with family.  She stays and they end up cozy-ing up to sleep, no sex involved, and leave the viewer thinking they may actually go on a real date. Not original, but cute and relatively enjoyable.

     So when it comes to breakfast I understand that it is the most important meal of the day but it is also the most confusing.  I find myself constantly trying to figure out what I should eat.  I can’t remember the last time I had cereal and for me oatmeal seems so old school that when I do have it I feel like I’m 10 years old again, and that’s not a cool feeling.

     On those confusing mornings when I can’t think of anything to eat, I stop thinking and just go with old faithful, the omelette.  Now in my mind, an omelette can have anything you want in it, as long as it fills you up. I like to put spinach in mine because it makes me feel like I’m being healthy and I’m sure my mother would love to know I’m eating vegetables(no I don’t like with my mother, just saying she would find it very adult that I’m getting my greens).

     An omelet is very simple to make, just crack a couple of eggs, stir it in a bowl, heat a pan and throw it in there.  The key is to make sure that your pan has grease or butter in it so that the egg doesn’t stick to it. Now when deciding what to put in an omelet I say go fro what you crave. Now I usually just put mushrooms, onions and cheese and some spinach or kale in it in my omelette.  One day I felt adventurous and made an omelet with brussel sprouts. Yup! you heard right, I put brussel sprouts in my omelet and I must say that it was sooooo good.  Now please don’t just throw a few whole brussel sprouts in there, you have to  mash them up and just put them right in the center of your omelette.  I also add pepperjack cheese for a little kick.

     Well, there you have it.  You are now in receipt of my top secret breakfast before I head out to Baruch and since you now know one of my secrets you have two choices.  The first choice is you can share one of your secrets with me so we can make it fair or you can just hang out with me on this page for a while because I won’t allow you to leave with a secret of mine, the choice is yours…

This looks sooooo good