Friday Twitter Stream

6 Jan

Happy Friday Ya’ll!  I usually like to spend my fridays by not getting stressed out at work followed by a relaxing evening with D, but I have 2 meetings, about 18 deadlines on Monday, and D is sick with the beginning of a common cold that I may or may not have given to him.  So, this Friday is taking a different turn for me.  I will probably stress out and spend my evening reading and paper writing.  That said, its still going to be a great Friday.

One thing I wanted to do to share my Friday love with you guys is to start a meme.  Confession:  Memes are my crack.  I love them in every way because they are so simple yet so revealing!   But rather take someone else’s meme I decided to manipulate a slightly existing one which is the Twitter Trends.  Have you ever noticed them?  Sometimes, they are hilarious and I have to read through all the tweets with the related hashtags. 

5 hours later, I realized I’ve just spent 5 hours on twitter.  It gets me EVERY TIME. 

Well, every Friday, I’ll be taking the top 10 trends and commenting on them right here on my blog.  Feel free to join in too.  So, without further ado:

1) #The Devil Inside:  I’m super stoked about this movie.  The commercial freaked me out!  My sis and I love watching scary movies so we’ll probably go and see this this weekend, scare the baby Jesus out of ourselves and run home sobbing.

2) #askzayn:  Who’s zayn?  What should I ask him?

3) #TWFirstFanFridayof2012:  I’m excited for all Fridays, not just the first Friday.  They are awesome!

4) #OrgulhoBondeDaStronda:  I don’t know what this means, but I know its in Portuguese.  I’ve noticed that usually at least one of the top 10 trending topics is usually in a foreign language that uses the English Alphabet.  Maybe I’m thinking about this too much.

5) #PeopleIwouldRawDawg:  If this is what I think it means, then, uh, I want this to be a family blog so no comment.  LOL.

6) #DavidWilson:  Who?

7) #SiennaMiller:  Wasn’t this Jude Law’s ex-wife who he cheated on with that nanny?  That’s about all I know her for.

8) #JustinandChaz:  I can’t help but think of Justin Timberlake and Chaz Bono when I see this.  I thought Justin just proposed to JessicaB?  Maybe they are dueting a song?

9) #KenMcDonald: Again who?  I’m so worried that these might be really important people and I should know better…

10) #WantUBack:  I’m convinced that the people that are no longer in my life are not in my life for a reason.  Of course, I don’t let relationships just go by the wayside.  I do whatever I can to keep people in my life.  But if after all my effort, you aren’t appreciating me then, you can go.  If I still want you back after that, I should begin to love myself more and treat myself better.

And those are my Twitter Friday Thoughts!  That was a lot harder than what I thought because the top10 trends change every minute.  Your best bet is to just stick to the order so, what is at spot number 4 will be number 4, etc.  Or, copy the list first, then comment on it. 

-A

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A Year and a Day

2 Jan

That’s how old D and I are today!

Yes, our anniversary is on January 1st.  We always get the funny side-eye on that one, but there actually was no crazy drunken debauchery associated with our getting together.   In our story, I mentioned that D and I actually took a break at the end of 2010.  Truthfully, I needed the break more than he did.  My head wasn’t in the right place and I wasn’t being the best person I could be.  Knowing that, I just wasn’t doing myself or D any good.  So we took a break so I could get my thoughts together.  I honestly took a gamble calling him at 9PM on December 31st.  He could have very well just said, “Eh, you’ve put me through enough, good day” or he could have even said that but with words I might have to censor!  But he didn’t.  From his version, he was so happy to hear from me.  The next day, the 1st, we met up for dinner and the rest, as they say, is history.  So how exactly did Anne and D celebrate?

Well, we didn’t have too much time this year as D had to go back to work today (the day after New Years!!  Someone call the Department of Labor!) so we booked one night at the Ritz-Carlton in Battery Park.  The room itself was lovely with a spectacular view of Hudson River and the Statue of Liberty.  Yes, I would be the one to forget a camera during this so I have no pictures, but you’ll have to  believe me it was wonderful!  When we got to the hotel, we had a few hours before our dinner reservations so we planned to walk around.  But, it was very windy and I didn’t have my hat or Uggs to keep my feet warm, so we quickly head back inside, got into our super comfy Ritz Carlton robes and watched some football and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. 

At around 6:30 we went to dinner at the famous Bull and Bear Steakhouse at Waldorf-Astoria.  The food was yummy and did not disappoint.  I had the Yellowfin Tuna Tartare for an appetizer and the Lamb for an entree.  D had the Onion Soup followed by a cute of Prime Rib.   Our waitress probably thought we hadn’t eaten all day because those disappeared very quickly.   For drinks, D had his favorite drink, a Bloody Mary.  I tasted it for the first time and honestly thought it just tasted like V8.  Like someone poured V8 in a glass and called it a bloody mary.  Ick.  For me, I started out with an Old-Fashioned, which sounded like a good idea at first, but just was too much of whatever it was.  I switched to a Chenin Blanc wine which was so smooth and so sweet.  For dessert, D had a Peanut Butter Ice Cream Bar and I had the Chocolate Ice Cream.   After the last bite, we both looked at each other, knowing that the Food Coma was shortly to follow.

When we got back to the room, D had a surprise waiting for me:  He ordered a bottle of champagne for us!   Well, that was apparently half of the surprise.   He also requested a dozen roses but they didn’t come through!   Being the quasi-alkies that we are, we couldn’t just go to sleep with a bottle of champagne just waiting to be enjoyed.  So we put on the Giants game and enjoyed our bottle of champagne.

Aaanndd….that’s the G rated version of what went down on our anniversary!  LOL.  

It has only been a year, but I’ve felt like its been a forever!  I can  honestly say that every day has been wonderful to spend with him.  Over this past year, we saw each other go from friends, to better friends, to lovers, to best friends who love each other and I couldn’t ask for more.  I am so excited to see where this year takes us, but I have a good feeling about it!

-A

Friends, Friends, Friends…I love my Friends!

28 Dec

I have only a few really good friends.  At least good enough to make mention of on this blog.  I know a lot of people, but they are in that rung of friendship that lies in between being a “Facebook” friend and a real friend.  But my real, really good friends…the friends that I have been through thick and thin with?  I love those friends!  Let me tell you about a few of them:

J:  You know when a girl usually squeals and says:  THAT IS MY GIRL!!!  That’s quite possibly the only way for me to describe my bestie J.  We’ve known each other since high school and our friendship is now going on 12 years.  Our birthdays are one day apart, so we’ve always celebrated them together.  You wouldn’t that think two Aries could get along so well, but we do.  She’s one of the most beautiful, fun-loving, amazing women I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.    We’re hanging out tonight and I couldn’t be more excited.  LIES!  I just got more excited.  It’s been about a month since we last saw each other, and maybe 2 minutes since I last spoke with her, so tonight is going to be a gabfest!  Anywho, I don’t actually remember how we met, but I do remember knowing that she was going to be my best friend forever!

M:  I’m convinced he is the male version of J, sent to me in college to deal with my seperation anxiety of being so far apart from her.  We lived in the same dorm freshman year he actually introduced himself to me.  I think I forgot his name over the next few days, but finally got it right and we’ve been attached at the hip ever since.  Our friendship flowered over TV shoes and then growing up and dealing with all the shizz that comes along with it.  We’ve been through break ups and new relationships, schools, new jobs, family changes, etc with each other.  We’ve always said that when we were old, we’d hog the TV in the nursing home so we can keep up with Real World.  I couldn’t imagine it any other way.  Given that J is my BFF, he naturally had to be my BFFL (Best Friend For Life)

S: S is actually one of my oldest friends.  We’ve known each other since the 4th grade.  I was a little introverted (ok a lot) and just wanted to be close to my books and other inanimate objects.  LOL.  We went to junior high together but then seperated a bit because we went to different HS.  We reunited after high school to start going to clubs, getting our nails done and gabbing about guys.  Ever since then, we’ve been really close always, checking in a few times a week just to say hi and see what’s up.  She’s been all over from Virginia to Boston and now down to Maryland and I’ve visted her everywhere she’s been.  We always have our requisite nails appointment, and of course, lots of chatting!  It’s super rare to know someone for that long (15 years!!!), but I’m blessed to have her in my life.  She’s also one of my most spiritual friends, so it’s great to have someone, your age, that can understand your faith and help you share it.

M2: I guess M2 had to be M2, since I already have an M in my life.  LOL.  M2 and I met in grad school.  I know that started merely 1 year ago, but when you meet someone and you know, YOU JUST KNOW.  She is the most outgoing, fun,loud, and extremely awesome person I know.  When we get together, it always is a party.  She actually invited me to her friend’s birthday party in Vegas and it was one of the best times I’ve ever had.  Sometimes, I feel like I can’t keep up with her because I’m not a natural partier, but at the same time, she helps me tap into that part of myself so that I can let loose and just have a good time.  We went on a school trip last year to Argentina (and rocked it) and this year, we’ll do the same except in Israel!  Truly love this girl to pieces and hope our friendship can continue beyond grad school.

So, in a nutshell, those are my four CLOSEST friends.  The ones I would call in a heart beat and tell them that something awful has happened to me.   One of the weirdest things is that these friends don’t know each other.  On one hand, I’ll actually blame myself for that.  For the most part, I’ve met them at different times in my life, so we had different things to focus on.   I love talking about college with M and catching up on HS gossip with J, but what could all three of us talk about?  But on the other hand, I feel like all of my friends would and should love each other when they meet, but that hasn’t been the case.  M2 actually met M and J, but on seperate occasions.  Sadly, fireworks didn’t happen, which kinda has me confused.  Maybe they each appreciate something different about me? 

Gonna go ponder that some more.  How about you guys?  Do your friends love your friends?

-A

Happy Holidays (and I’m BACK!)

27 Dec

The last week has been brutal on my mind, body and soul.  A quick day by day re-cap perhaps?

Monday:

Discovered I got a B in Finance [ 😦 ]. 

Submit the paperwork for Tuition Reimbursement so that was fun

Work was slow.  Had two meetings, one of which was cancelled at the last minute.

Finally mailed my friends their Christmas cards!

Tuesday:

STUDY

Wednesday:

Work ->Study -> Meeting -> Test -> -> PARTIED 

Thursday:

Went to work, but there was no work.  

School shopping for books. Scored them both for $1.42.  Yes, ONE DOLLAR AND FOURTY TWO CENTS.  For two books, retailing at a total of $31.

Found out that I could work from home instead of coming in next week! 

D meets my ex-coworkers now best friends them.  It was fantastic.  They approved with flying colors!

Friday:

Lots of bumming around.  Got my hair done.  Ran some errands with my mom.  Went to my first pro hockey game:

Also found out that my “work from home” promise wasn’t to be reality because of a system upgrade that was taking place.  So, I decided to enjoy the rest of my time before heading back to work (albeit for 2 days!)

Saturday:

Met up with one of my best friends to get my nails done.  Went home and chatted about her new love and had some lunch.  Fell asleep because later on that night, the family was heading to the Midnight Mass (probably our only standing tradition as a family!)

Sunday:

Well, I guess the midnight mass technically takes place on Christmas Day since it starts at 12:01.  The mass was fantastic, the choir was amazing and everyone was happy.  We got home a little after 3 AM and everyone started to hand out presents.  For the first time in a long time, I think everyone was really happy to just be together and it didn’t matter what we got.   I told my parents to not give me anything because I truly feel like I have EVERYTHING already.  I do.  They still gave me a nice card with some money in it which was great.  We then opened a few bottles of wine and enjoyed each other’s company.  Around 5:00AM we decided to watch a Case 39 (a pretty scary movie) which my mom didn’t make it through.  My siblings and I did and we screamed about 18 times.  Finally headed to bed around 6:30AM.

Later on that evening, we went to a close family friend’s place for dinner.  The food was DELICIOUS.  If it wasn’t for my epic ability for restraint I would have left there 80 pounds heavier, but alas, I decided to share the rest of the food with others, lol.  It was great to see all the kids get super excited for their toys.  I didn’t even know half the gadgets that kids were opening up, but they were all pumped!

Everyone asked for D, but I didn’t think to invite him.  This will totally be discussed in another post, but D is Jewish and he has his own traditions with his family on Christmas (usually involves a movie and Chinese food!).  Truthfully, I missed him and I’m not sure if we will be spending another holiday apart!

We got back home at 12, but my sister and I still popped in another scary movie (Deadline with Brittany Murphy).  There wasn’t as much screaming this time, but it was still pretty freaky and I had to snuggle with my doggie.

Monday:

I met up my friend from Saturday’s nail date for lunch in the city.  She was finally going to meet D and I was finally going to meet her new guy.  A few cousins and friends came out and it was a fantastic time.  We also went to Bryant Part and got to see all the cute shops, not to mention stand in front of those space heaters because it was way too cold.  It was good seeing D too and spending time with him.  Still felt like it wasn’t enough time.

Tuesday…TODAY.

On the outside I’m poised, but on the inside, I feel like a 5 year old child throwing a tantrum.  I don’t wannna be at wooooorrrrrkkkk!  It actually isn’t bad.  It’s super quiet since there are about 5 people on the floor (I’m the only one here from my department).  I got a headstart on some work for 2012, so that felt good.  I’ve also been sitting in my Ugg boots all day which I’m convinced makes me more productive, lol.  I’m about to go get some lunch, and start some of my school work for next semester.  Which starts in 6 days.  Yup.

Hope everyone is having a great holiday!

Bad Decisions

18 Dec

I have not been in “my zone” for a few days now and I’m starting to get worried.   What is this “my zone” I speak of?  Well, its where I hunker down and get focused on studying, running errands, and actually being an efficient and contributing member of society.  When I’m not in my zone, I find that I laze around all day, not really doing anything which kinda puts me further into a funk.

Because I haven’t been in my zone, I’ve made some pretty bad decisions this weekend.  The first of which was to sleep in (as opposed to wake up with an alarm clock).  As we all know, there’s a happy medium with sleep.  Under a certain amount and you’re groggy; similarly, over that certain amount and you’re groggy.  On Saturday, I slept a whopping 9.5 hours!  I haven’t sleep that much in years.  And I think that may have been the reason why I woke up in a funk.  I planned on just eating and studying, but I couldn’t focus for some reason.  So I went over to D’s place (he wasn’t there, but I find it to be a productive place).  Instead, I wrote yesterday’s blog post, caught up with my blogs and then went to sleep for an hour, before enjoying a 2 hour lunch with a friend who lived nearby.  After all that, it was time for me to head back home since I promised my mom I would go to church with her.  After church, I felt a little more upbeat, but then decided to go out with D and his friends.  As I left the house, I kept telling myself that I was doing the wrong thing, but I kept walking to the bus, then got on the bus, then on the train and next thing you know, I was there.

We stayed out until 1:30 AM.  Eep!

This morning, we woke up at 8:30 which wasn’t too bad, but we took a while to actually get out of bed.  D is finished with his finals so he’s fine with bumming around, but he actually wants to read a book his boss recommended so he is constraining the amount of bumminess he exposes himself to.  We went and had breakfast at a diner for a total of $12 including tip!  While this made our wallets happy, I don’t think this will be our new place for dates, but it definitely will be in the consideration set when we’re looking for a bite on the cheap…

~~~~~~****** Update*******~~~~~~~

So, as I am writing the post, D comes back from shopping and is in shock that I haven’t moved a bit on studying.  We chat for a bit while he unpacks his stuff and then he mentions that he might not want to go to the gym.  I was like, “Oh no!  I’m not having any of that.  You’re taking your bum to the gym MISTER!”  And just like that, he was like, oh kay.  In the same moment, I felt like, hey I can’t start motivating people and not myself, so I got down to studying.  Once I was in the swing of things, it actually went pretty well. Got through 2/5 lectures.  Exam is Wednesday night.  I KNOW I CAN DO THIS.

I’ll be quiet over the next few days, so send me some love in the comment section or on twitter.  I’ll also accept prayers for the salvation of my grade as well!!

-A

A Trace of Good

17 Dec

One of the main philanthropic efforts that my company undertakes is Breast Cancer Awareness.  In fact, many departments usually hold some sort of event in order to contribute to the company’s efforts and these usually raise a significant amount of money.  A department on my floor is pretty famous for their bake sale.  While these ladies may do Marketing by day, by night they must be furiously working on their craft because I have never seen a more delectable selection of cookies, brownies, cupcakes, cakes, and other yummy treats in my life.  Sometimes, there are some non-homemade treats, like cupcakes from Sprinkles, which I’ve never had, but I heard they are to die for.  (Personally, I wouldn’t die for food, but I’ll leave that for another post)  I would have taken a picture, but I was busy salivating so I’ll leave you with this similar resembling photo:

I mean, just straight goodness sitting in front of you.  You automatically want to just reach out and grab if not for the fact that 1) you know good and well that this is a bake SALE and not a bake HANDOUT so you do need to pay for these treats and 2) there is a huge box labeled DONATIONS right in between the double chocolate chunk cookies and the peanut butter cups.

Let me take about six (6) steps back here.  There is no one actually manning the station like at most normal bake sales.  Nope.  The set up is in the kitchen and the ladies that do run the sale just set up the goodies for about 10 minutes each morning.  They put post-its with suggested prices in front of the treats,  place the open donation box (filled with money!) in between the treats and walk away.   I understand that they have jobs to do, but to leave a bake sale unattended?  I, for one, am in SHOCK and DISBELIEF.

How could you just leave goodies out like that and TRUST the world to not just steal take them?  Or worse, when you put up a suggested price of $2.00 for one (1) brownie, how do you know someone isn’t going to just drop a quarter in the box and walk out with the whole plate?  How can you trust anyone?

Well apparently, I’m the only one that arms myself a paranoia and a trust-no-one attitude, because no else seems to feel that way.  In fact, every time I’ve been in the kitchen with a potential customer, people will actually put the money in the donation box first before selecting their treat.  And they will pay the suggested donation!  Yes, my mind is being blown and maybe yours is too! 

I guess my fear comes mostly from how I was raised.  While birth certificates and passports may have you believe that my parents were raised in the West Indies, they in fact were raised by “20/20,” “America’s Most Wanted,” “Cops,” “Dateline,” and just about any other show that will have you believe that the world is filled with misanthropes and crazies just waiting to steal your money, your identity and maybe the clothes right off your back if the size is right.  So, maybe that’s why if I’m in a crowded train, I’ll hold my bag closer, or even if I’m at work and I step away from my desk, I will lock up all my drawers and take my wallet with me.  So, yes, I don’t trust anyone.

But not these bake sale ladies!  They trust everyone.  And I guess after running this for years, maybe they have no reason to not trust anyone.  I’m sure there is that one person or maybe a few people in the bunch that actually does steal, but since they net out about $1,500 each time, I guess they can just shrug their shoulders not mind it.

So, it seems as though there is a trace of good in this world and it lives in my office.  But, I’m not going to let my guard down just yet.  Maybe there’s a reason.  Maybe its the fact that its for breast cancer awareness (which is so prevalent, its likely that almost each one of us have met someone that has been affected by it), or maybe its the fact that its a bake sale and you just feel bad about stealing from a bake sale (ugh, the thought just digusted it).  Or maybe, just maybe, there are some actually good people out there.

Hmm.  Thoughts?

-A

Jealousy Does Not Look Good on You

16 Dec

Yesterday, for the first time in what seems like a long time, I actually felt jealous.  Well, it was mostly schadenfraude, but that mostly stems from jealousy.  After the fact, I felt horrible, that I even felt that but couldn’t shake the feeling.

The story:

I met up last night with a friend who used to be a really good friend but our lives sort of went in different directions.   We would meet up at least weekly at our best, but nowadays, we might see each twice a year.  Except every time I meet up with her and get an “update,”  I end up feeling like I’m not doing enough and that I’m sort of a failure.  We’re both the same age, went to similar schools, have similar cultural/socio-economic backgrounds.  She started off with a better paying job than I did, was able to move out into a lovely studio apartment, and just recently got recruited into a higher paying and more visible role in her company.  

Up until that point, I truly never felt that way about my job.  I like it.  Scratch that, I actually love it.  Yes, I’m an analyst and in my company, that’s pretty much the lowest rung you could be on, but at the same time, I provide a lot of value to many people at my company, so many people actually think that I’m higher up.   I get to work with so many people and do some really interesting things (sorry I’m being vague, you know the old adage about writing about work…even if its good!).  In terms of the pay, well, who DOESN’T want more money? But because I live at home, and have very few bills, I actually feel pretty well off.  (Nerdy Econ moment:  my real income is definitely greater than my nominal income) 

So, why is that, that when I see someone that is simply my age that has a title higher than mine that I feel so awful?

Yes, I know, a title definitely doesn’t indicate much.  I might do manager level work (or even higher than that), but the title I have is Analyst for now.  I am going to school, so that will most certainly prepare me for a higher role in any company.  And for the most part, I sit back and rest on that:  that at least I’m going to school and working towards my masters, and she isn’t.  And I thought of after I’m done with school how I’ll probably have a better job.  And maybe, just maybe, my sucess would spill into other fields too like (life, family, etc…)

And then…that’s precisely when, my morals come in.  Shame on me for one, not enjoying in my friend’s successes and two, for not wishing her thrice as much more success in her upcoming endeavors.  Whether she got demoted or promoted:  It shouldn’t matter!  Life shouldn’t be measured by comparing yourself to others; no, it isn’t objective.  Life, and how it is lived, is completely subjective.  It is about setting up goals and ambitions for YOURSELF, and working towards them.  I would never think that someone who isn’t doing what I’m doing isn’t doing enough.  Why?  Because financial analysis isn’t for everyone.  What I should admire and perhaps, envy in others, is having a passion for whatever it is they do, whether its Financial Analysis (which I do!) or Underwater Basket Weaving (I haven’t found anyone that loves that, but I know so many people that are scuba fanatics).  

To broaden this not-so-obvious life lesson:  Defining yourself by your job/circumstance limits your possibilities to just your job description and/or situation.  In other words, if you do that, you can only be as great as that spreadsheet you’re working on.  However, if you define yourself by the experiences you have, the relationships you’ve cultivated and the knowledge that you have acquired, your greatness is limitless.  It will be a work-in-progress but it will be in the right direction.

In conclusion:

Hopefully I never forget it!

-A

Biding the Time

12 Dec

Nothing lovely about this. Nothing at all.

That is the PG13 title for this post.  Truthfully, it should be called I hate Winter, because I do.   You can call me a grinch and I will just shrug my shoulders in a grinchly manner!  Winter is absolutely, hands down the WORST season of the year.  I haven’t conducted an official poll yet, but I’m sure I’m not in the minority. 

One of the things that grinds my gears about Winter is the weather.  It’s just cold.  Not cool, not chilly, but just COLD.  The kind of cold that isn’t comfortable, the kind that requires layers to be worn.  Don’t forget the hats, gloves and SCARVES lest you want to expose yourself to some sort of flu/cold combo.  Personally, I’m not a fan of hats, but I’m forced to wear one everytime I go outside these days, because its so friggin cold!  Also, I’m just a naturally cold person.  Well, not my soul, but just my body.  Let’s just say, I sleep with comforters during the summer and I don’t have AC.  So when the temperature starts shlepping towards below 50 degrees, I begin the layer dance.  And below 45, I might start the hat/scarf/gloves combo.  The thing is my hands and ears are the most sensitive to the cold weather.  When its cold out, my nails and the tops of my ears begin to hurt.   Yes, put on gloves, put on earmuffs.  I DO.  But after 17 years of city living and 8 years of Massachusetts living, my nails and ears still hurt!  Another thing is that everything is dead.  Ok, maybe not everything, but nature is pretty much gone at this point.  Combined with the temperature drop and the shortened days, you won’t find beautiful lush trees, green grass, or even an occasional flower upon which to gaze longingly.  Instead you get snow.  And forgive me for not thinking snow is pretty, but I’m from New York City where white snow lasts all of 2 seconds before it turns its permanent color of grayish-brownish.  Cold weather, bare nature and dirty snow?  Its the perfect recipe for me to despise winter.

While I do enjoy the occasional song about Winter, you won’t hear me blasting my stereo when “Winter Wonderland” or “Baby Its Cold Outside” comes on.  Ok, I don’t have a stereo, but if I did, I definitely would change the radio station.  Why would anyone want to walk in snow, because let’s keep it real, that’s what a Winter Wonderland really is…just some snow  Wouldn’t you like to walk on a sandy beach?  Or even a dry piece of sidewalk?   And while I don’t think the weather is a valid reason to get closer to your lover, I’ve heard an escape to any of the Sandals in the Carribbean will do wonders to revive the spice in a relationship.  

So, readers, I personally won’t be dreaming of a “White Christmas.”  As a matter of fact, I’ll just enjoy day of winter as it passes because one day more of winter, is one more day closer to summer!

-A

Movie Review: J.Edgar

10 Dec

I wanted to see J.Edgar eons ago, when it first came out, but for some reason, I was otherwise occupied.  Then the following weekend came and went and it became less and less of a priority.  Well last night, D and I had date night and we finally decided to go see it (after a yummy meal at Buenos Aires restaurant in the LES and a super yummy hot chocolate at Max Brenner in Union Square).  While I didn’t like the movie so much, Leonardo DiCaprio, Judi Dench and Armie Hammer were actually really good in the movie.

So, before I get into why I didn’t like it, I’ll let you know what I did like.  Well first, the acting.   I’m pretty sure we all here are well aware how awesome LD is in his roles.  If you are not too familiar, might I direct you to Inception, Shutter Island and The Departed (just to name some of his recent works!).  I still have yet to see Revolutionary Road but I heard he was pretty awesome in that.  JD is an amazing actress in her own right, who pretty much ensured that no one else will do Queen Elizabeth quite like her ever again.  She played a really small role, but with the few minutes of reel time she had, she made a powerful impact.  You still felt her presence even though she wasn’t on camera.  And lastly Armie Hammer, who played both Winklevoss (WinkleVii…lol!) Twins in the Social Network.  He pretty much fell into that same role, but had a bit more emotion in certain scenes that require it not to mention his excellent portrayal of an elderly Clyde Tolsen.  And while a movie is generally made up of its cast, that really sums up about ALL I liked about the movie.

So what I didn’t like: For one, the movie timeline was chopped AND screwed making for an uneven flow and a very confusing plot.  This is not like Inception where you weren’t too sure what level of consciousness you were in.  It was moreso that not enough time was spent on each scene making for half-stories while lead to a muddled plot line.  Before you even had time to devour what happened, the movie moved on to some time in the present or past.  Ok??  For the second part, I think the Director took a little too much liberty with historical fiction and dabbled more into the fiction rather than the history.  Which is fine.  Titanic was awesome more because of the nudie drawings than of the crashing ship.  However, the entire story of Titanic was still able to be detailed in the movie.  Hoover was a pretty private guy as far as I’m aware, so there really wasn’t too much that could be said or known about him.  Does the public want to know more?  I’m sure there’s a segment of society that does, but if you want to mass market a film on someone like J.Edgar, I think it would behoove you (PUN TOTALLY INTENDED!) to rely more on history and less on fluff.  Fine, cater to the insinuations of his homosexuality/cross-dressing, but don’t leave out the uncovering of his illegal works, the desecration of his name, and what the FBI became after his death.  Ok, they didn’t completely leave those out, but they were complete afterthoughts.  After 2 hours and 17 minutes, I felt like the only thing you came away with was the fact that he was a closet homosexual, but he was so much more!

Now that I think of it maybe the movie was supposed to mirror the enigma that was J.Edgar?  Nah, that would be giving the film wayy too much credit!

That said, this was one of Clint Eastwood’s worst movies.  Leo was on point (not better, not worse), but Armie Hammer will definitely get noticed for his work on this film!  I wouldn’t recommend seeing this movie, much more PAYING to see this movie.  If you must see this movie, remember to take it all with a grain of salt as Eastwood preferred to dabble in speculation rather than fact.

Did you guys see J.Edgar?  Thoughts?

-A

Photo Source:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._Edgar

Overheard: Possible Proposal

6 Dec

No, not me, but a co-worker of mine.  A few girls got together to gab about life when one asked another about her relationship.  Apparently, she has been with her guy for a few years and the others wanted to know, well, when is he going to pop the question? 

Now usually, if someone asks that question, you kind of laugh it off and say, I don’t know (even though deep down inside, you’re hoping TOMORROW!), but she actually had an answer:  “In the spring.”

I nearly fell out of my chair and it wasn’t because of the subsequent stream of squeals that happened.   Maybe its because I’m ignorant in these matters (and in that case, someone, please school me) but do people really plan proposals now?  I always thought it was supposed to be a surprise?  Ok, ok, so it shouldn’t exactly come as a surprise to you that your lover wants to take the relationship to the next level, especially if you guys have been together for quite some time.  But the fact that she knew when it was going to happen kind of took me by surprise.

And maybe I might be reaching here, but it might also be a practical thing to start planning proposals instead of doing them willy nilly.  These days everyone has a 3-5 year plan and I get the feeling that “marrying my future spouse” doesn’t get put in there too often.  It isn’t just the wedding planning that can change things, but adjusting to and being married can cause you to change your goals.  So instead of just surprising your love with your commitment, I guess it might make sense to plan that commitment. 

But apaprently, this is the norm since the other girls, who were married, all told stories of how they knew it was going happen before it even happened.   However, their knowing, was more of a feeling, rather than a predetermined time.   The funniest story was of the woman whose guy never planned one dinner in their entire relationship, but then one night decides to plan dinner.  I guess that had PROPOSAL written all over it.

It could be that I’m young, hopeless, romantic or a combination of all three, but I want my proposal to be a surprise.  I definitely do not want it in a public place like a park or a restaurant.   I want it to be intimate too (nothing scandalous, just that its something special between myself and my guy, a story I wouldn’t be telling everyone!).  But maybe these things might be too much to ask for, or worse, they diminish the importance of what’s truly happening:  that on that day, I’m taking the first step to beginning the rest of my life with another.

-A