If you're going to be at the party, let us know here and not by being that guy or girl at the party.
If you're going to be at the party, let us know here and not by being that guy or girl at the party.
Take him away!!! Remove him from his feeding machine!!!! or is this not some variation on Munchausen?
Whatever it is there's a custard battle going on, sorry, custody battle. Should this kid be allowed to continue sort of dying because it's his mom's fault or is it not her fault and even if it were, should she still be allowed to parent him however she wishes? These are the questions of our times, people.
"If I didn't give him enough at teatime then he would just go on at us all night for snacks and stuff," she told ITV.
Based on the above excerpt, this family is hopeless.
* via BuzzFeed watch on the extremely disturbing extreme eating trench.
When you do the NYT crossword puzzle, you learn about such fascinating figures such as Nellie Bly! The clue was 'Adventurer Nellie'.
Burdened again with theater and arts reporting, Bly left the Pittsburgh Dispatch in 1887 for New York City. Penniless after four months, she talked her way into the offices of Joseph Pulitzer's newspaper, the New York World, and took an undercover assignment for which she agreed to feign insanity to investigate reports of brutality and neglect at the Women's Lunatic Asylum on Blackwell's Island.
After a night of practicing deranged expressions in front of a mirror, she checked into a working-class boardinghouse. She refused to go to bed, telling the boarders that she was afraid of them and that they looked crazy. They soon decided that she was crazy, and the next morning summoned the police. Taken to a courtroom, she pretended to have amnesia. The judge concluded she had been drugged.
She was then examined by several doctors, who all declared her to be insane. "Positively demented," said one, "I consider it a hopeless case. She needs to be put where some one will take care of her." The head of the insane pavilion at Bellevue Hospital pronounced her "undoubtedly insane". The case of the "pretty crazy girl" attracted media attention: "Who Is This Insane Girl?" asked the New York Sun. The New York Times wrote of the "mysterious waif" with the "wild, hunted look in her eyes", and her desperate cry: "I can't remember. I can't remember."
Committed to the Blackwell's Island Insane Asylum, Bly experienced its conditions firsthand. The food—gruel broth, spoiled meat, bread that was little more than dried dough—she found inedible. The inmates were made to sit for much of each day on hard benches with scant protection from the cold. The nurses were rude and abusive, telling the patients to shut up and beating them if they did not. Speaking with her fellow residents, Bly was convinced that some were as sane as she was. On the effect of her experiences, she wrote:
What, excepting torture, would produce insanity quicker than this treatment? Here is a class of women sent to be cured. I would like the expert physicians who are condemning me for my action, which has proven their ability, to take a perfectly sane and healthy woman, shut her up and make her sit from 6 A. M. until 8 P. M. on straight-back benches, do not allow her to talk or move during these hours, give her no reading and let her know nothing of the world or its doings, give her bad food and harsh treatment, and see how long it will take to make her insane. Two months would make her a mental and physical wreck.
After ten days, Bly was released from the asylum at The World's behest. Her report, later published in book form as Ten Days in a Mad-House, caused a sensation and brought her lasting fame. While embarrassed physicians and staff fumbled to explain how so many professionals had been fooled, a grand jury launched its own investigation into conditions at the asylum, inviting Bly to assist. The jury's report recommended the changes she had proposed, and its call for increased funds for care of the insane prompted an $850,000 increase in the budget of the Department of Public Charities and Corrections.
There should be a bright red light that flashes around a book review to warn the reader that the critic is not impressed. Otherwise the harshness can be a bit jolting - or perhaps I am too sensitive of a reader today but I was looking forward to reading this book review since it's about criminal law and courtroom psychology but alas Janet Maslin ripped him a new one. Poor guy.
The way we structured the betting pool was by ranking in terms of likelihood, the results of the Hollywood Stock Exchange. So, if you vote for instance for the most likely to win best movie, The Departed, you only get 1 point but if The Queen had won for example, you get 5 points because it was least favored to win. Basically, we pegged to the HSX and rewarded people for predicting long shots. I won mostly because I was the only person who had money on Alan Arkin for Best Supporting Actor and since he was second favored to win, I got 2 point for that category!
'm still in shock that I won the Oscar betting pool last night - I never win these things! ...which is why I woke up this morning with a nasty little smile on my face, fondly remembering my winnings...but the smile was soon erased when Jonah reminded me that everyone kind of hates the person that wins...and I thought, oh, that's true - I do always kind of hate the winner. So I'm now saying for the record, I'm sorry I was that person (winner) and rest assured that victory (when stepping outside of the victor's perspective) is bittersweet!
* If you can make sense of the above photo, I'll split my winnings with you.
Little My is an awesome little character from Moomin.
Excerpt about her winning personality: She is a small, determined and fiercely independent Mymble. When she wants something done, she does it straight away. She is very aggressive and totally disrespectful, but can be a good friend. She has a brash personality. She is Snufkin's half-sister.
Thanks to Hannah for the link!
Hot! In a completely not sexy way.
* via Harmony Blog.
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Know anyone who's a customer? I'll let you know if I become one and whether in fact one does fly clear with Clear.
* via Thrillist!
Well said! I encourage you to begin an "Ask Andrea" side blog. Posted by: demelza sato at February 21, 2007 02:16 PM
What a fantastic idea!! Most of my life energy is spent 1) over thinking every little (and big) thing and 2) trying not to express my every thought at every moment, simply in efforts to maintain some human relations. Perhaps instead I should harness these special talents and let it all flow in the Ask Andrea corner!!
Grazie mille, Demelza! It will happen.
We took friends out to dinner last night and we paid and by we paid I mean Jonah used his credit card to pay. Then, it happened. Jonah was thanked for dinner. Only Jonah. This of course reminded me of Larry David's question in season three of Curb Your Enthusiasm, "When a husband pays the check, do you have to also thank the wife?" Yes, Larry David and yes, everyone else, you do. The reason is simple but apparently not obvious. A marriage is a partnership. Regardless of who makes most of the money, it's all coming from the same pot, so to speak. One never really knows how the couple splits up the rest of life's duties such as managing the finances, cleaning the house, etc etc, so it's best to assume shared work and to see couples as a unit. And thus, to thank them both for dinner.
The great radio show will hopefully also be a
great TV show!
I love this trend because it highlights the importance of one's surroundings and how much environment affects people and their livelihood - it's great to see Japan embrace this!
Completely understand why this teacher is pleading for attendance:
* New School Spring 07 semester
Halve yew ever thought, dam, I whish I could rite inn a whey that every whirred that had a homophone whir replaced bye that homophone!? That wood bee hilarious! Well hear it is folks. I am delighted about this gnu application and will yews it of coarse butt I halve too expose myself as a reel whirred nerd now - I will from thyme two thyme try homophonerating awn my own - sew fun!!!
This text was homophonerated at http://homophoner.yacomink.com
Love the project Andy!!!
For a more thoughtful treatment of Presidents Day click here.
My Obachan (Japanese for grandmother) is an incredibly sweet, classy and generous lady. She continues to bring me close to tears with every care package she has sent over the 22 years that we've been family.
I just adore Giulietta Masina. Her expressive face completely takes a hold of me and turns me into a kid glued to the TV. The person most reminiscent of her living today is of course Amy Sedaris - clearly I have a soft soft for empathetic clowns with unusually expressive faces.
The English is weird but just watch Giulietta - from La Strada:
How did I miss this??!! Delayed gratification is great...especially when you aren't aware of what gratification you're delaying!
As per usual, thanks bro!!
Wow, look at how much more fun the guy with the pink shirt is having than the guy holding the U need Jesus Christ! sign - go gays!!
Thanks to my cousin Angelina for posting this!
When I have kids I intend to drill the "stand up for what you believe in" mantra into their cute little heads. But I'm wondering if I can build in this clause: "Stand up for what you believe in unless you're a homophobe like Tim Hardaway in which case you should just sit down and be quiet."
Thanks to my brother for this link!
I LOVED Milli Vanilli and this news makes me weep with joy and sing ~I'm in love girl, I'm so in love girl. I'm just in love girl, and this is true. Girl, you know it's true. Ooh, ooh, ooh I love you. Yes, you know it's true. Ooh, ooh, ooh I love you.~
Tip for fellow rejoicers: Get up really close to someone's face and place extra emphasis on ooh, ooh, ooh.
Wait, they can't dance for crap but their rapping is off the chain!
Mama Kitty: It's better this way. When he grows up he'll feel indebted to us and hopefully, won't bite our heads off.
Thanks to Meg for the link!
These are fantastic! Ow. Fantastic! Ow. Fantastic!
Thanks to Pete for the submission!!
Freezing rain + sleet + snow = CUDDLE TIME!!!
Just remember to mention these things to your valentine on repeat:
1) It's soooo cold
3) I desperately need to be loved ~ hold me ~
One was delightfully received yesterday:
"We don't know each other, but I used to read your blog for a while and stopped reading over a year ago. I had this dream about you last night though...I dreamt that I was interviewing to be your intern and you had me take a test that was part essay and part illustrating pictures with goldfish crackers. I realized that you were a genius. You laughed at how bad my essay was by the way. Thought you might find this amusing."
...and the other was from this post:
"I had a dream about you last night. Sorry to be creepy, but my dream is like this: I was at the local Thrift Store, browsing the used goodies, when I came across a children's book and it said "by Andrea Harner" on it and had your picture (who puts the authors picture on the cover of a kids book!?). Anyway, I was super excited, I purchased the book for 50 cents (sorry you're not worth more to my subconscious!) and proceeded to FedEx the book to you so you could sign the inside cover. You then FedExed it back to me. And I put it on a shelf in my house. The End! Once again, I apologize greatly for the fright you must currently be feeling."
People, please keep dreaming about me as long as they're hilarious, inspiring dreams like these! I will now get started on hiring an intern to help me write a children's book. Of course I will interview for this position by using the half essay, half goldfish cracker illustration method. I promise not to laugh at bad essays though and I swear I will price the book at more than 50 cents.
I swing like a monkey between A.D.D. and A.S.S. I'm guessing this is a common, contemporary condition and that we all agree it's incredibly frustrating to communicate with people not knowing where they are on the ADD-ASS spectrum. My suggestion: Cue cards we hold up to communicate where we are on the spectrum so we have some hope of connecting with our fellow human beings.
Sample cue cards:
"Super ADD - don't even bother."
"ASS ASS ASS. Give me more in-depth conversation now please."
"Midly ADD. Interested but face may twitch from time to time."
"ASS but discerning. Depends on convo topic."
"It so happens that I attach to spinach, as to everything more or less
directly pertaining to food, essential values of a moral and esthetic order." - Salvador Dali
I now feel a strange kinship with Dali. I too obsess and read deeply into vegetables and pretty much everything people see as mundane.
Thanks for this great quote, Katy!
One of the best songs ever - of course, written by Prince. As far as I'm concerned, Sinead should never have sung it - oh well:
Jesus Camp is mind expanding and by that I mean eyeball socket expanding. Get ready to stop blinking and to watch in incredulity. What is immediately apparent is how these kids regurgitate what their parents and ministers tell them. I know that a lot of kids do this but in the world of evangelical kids it's deeply disturbing. For instance a 9 or 10 year old girl who loves dancing to Christian rock gets very serious and says she worries that she may not always be dancing for God and that she may instead be "dancing for the flesh." WHAT???!!! Please watch this doc so we can learn how to protect ourselves against such insane ideology. And because it's extremely interesting to discuss after the flick.
Thanks to lovely Leila, I got to go to the Colbert Report last night with Lily!! It was too much fun. The only downside of the experience was that as typical but still unfortunate nonetheless, they don't allow you to take photos inside the studio - so you'll just have to make do with these photos and watch the show!
Oh god. You really let us down last night by not saving us from these people. I had never actually met this specimen before so I didn't have evidence that they existed until last night - they actually believe Colbert's persona and think he's an awesome far-right republican like O-Reilly who speaks the truth. They were drunk and so irritating. The warm-up comic had to bring out a humongous shotgun prop to attempt to silence them. In the end, social pressure and the buzz wearing off sort of shut them up...sort of.
And look at who we befriended! A cute fluffball that most likely belongs to someone working at the Colbert Report. I'm jealous of this person for two reasons.
On the way home Lily, a long time lover of Montel, was psyched to find his studio!
Colbert and his team were fantastic - Colbert is of course blessed with the most hilariously expressive face and bundle of talent, mega-brains and star power. His production team was impressive - organized and communicative and seemed to be having a great time working! The warm-up comic was hilarious. It was a super fun experience - highly recommended!
Thanks again to Leila for the great gift and to Lily for being my date!
This is so awesome. Sure, it reveals depressing things about the state of our affairs like, meaningful research has been harder and harder to fund and that only with such crass commercialization of research does it become sexy to engage it in...Oh! and that we have a global warming problem!!! But hey!! Who's thinking much these days?! Not me! Just drinking coffee and reading US magazine! So someone get to work so my kids can also drink coffee and read US magazine carefreely k???!
Google images, I OWE YOU!!
I've recently taken these peoples' fine lead and have started writing in the nude. So far, so productive and brilliant!
The only time it gets awkward is when I want more coffee so I peel my bare butt off the chair at whatever cafe I'm working in to go up to the counter to place an order. Awkward.
* I submit this post as an example of the fine writing I've been able to accomplish in the buff.
A: When he takes your laptop charger away from you.
Street Fight is an enjoyable and interesting documentary that follows the 2002 Newark mayoral campaign. Doesn't sound that enticing? Trust me, with the slimy, colorful character of incumbent Sharpe James and the clean cut, baby-faced Cory Booker, it's scintillating. I love political documentaries especially War Room and while this doc isn't as comprehensive and at times is very much an ad for Cory Booker, I don't mind because Cory Booker's awesome and so it our crazy democratic process - makes for an exciting film that'll stay with you.
In case you were wondering what an Abo is...
I finished the crossword in 15 minutes. And I wasn't even rushing. Can you? Huh? Huh?
Yes, I'm trying to start a crossword war with you.
I apologize for my jejune behavior.
BuzzFeed is awesome and looking for awesome people to join the team!
Japanese strawberry shortcake is in a league of its own (I would argue pastries regardless of where they originated from are best in Japan - they know how to take stuff from elsewhere and make it better!):
Vending machine corn soup - I kid you not:
These Nigerian spammers are pretty clever! Embedding their deception in a file so it gets through spam filters - nice.
* I'm sorry, it's just hard for me to understand how anyone can be fooled by online spam.
** Thanks to Jonah for bringing this to my attention!
but fortunately for them, there are honest and un-begrudging* NYC cab drivers!
* I will replace un-begrudging with a real word with similar meaning when one occurs to me.
** Thanks to my bro for always keeping his ear to the ground!
* Photo by Cameron, San Francisco.
Show I'm loving: Flip That House
Hey, don't knock the TLC channel! It's kind of awesome.
If I lived alone, without a partner who would tell me this was entirely wrong, I would probably use this.
Thanks to my bro for this link!
As founder of his middle school Garfield Fan Club, Cameron's sure to already own this special dictionary but thought he'd appreciate the shout-out nonetheless - am I right, Camero, am I right?!
Self-proclaimed 1st dictionary with attitude!
As I sit on my red couch clutching my red coffee mug, I urge you to read this article on...the color red! Not to be confused with the color purple. Although that's my other favorite color - and a good book in case you'd never heard of it.
"If you want to make a point, you make it in red." - Dr. Nicholas Humphrey
I guess this blog wants to make a point.
The Metropolitan Diary section of the New York Times provides a good little glimpse into my love affair with Manhattan.
On the bus: Lady enters with very small dog held in bag and stands in front of undersigned and kids.
Kids: "What's the dogs name?"
Kids: "As in Zachary?"
Lady: "No, as in Prozac. He's my Prozac."
As someone who has suffered panic attacks in the past, this new study is interesting and drives home the fact that there's no quick cure for panic disorder or for anything else really.
Jonah told me this morning that 10 minutes after I fell asleep last night while Jonah was still reading we had this conversation:
Andrea bursts out laughing.
Jonah: What's so funny?
Andrea: The monkey statue is so funny!
Jonah: Why is it so funny? What does it look like?
Andrea: Ugh. God, I'm trying to sleep!
No idea what the monkey statue was but I bet it was funny!!
I realize I'm late with this one so for fellow online stragglers, here's the averment (GRE word!) and the refutation, pretty interestingly explained.
1) I hate math more than I thought I did.
3) Doing the New York Times crossword puzzles is up there in my top three favorite pastimes. Unfortunately I shouldn't have rediscovered this while studying for the GRE.
I was already filled with pride when he founded the ping pong club in high school (staying true to our [half] Asian roots) but now he's founded the Cal Poly surf club!
Watch him go - I taught him everything he knows:
Sometimes boards break:
Lupinas. Let's say it again. Le Pee Nas.
* Sakuragaoka, Tokyo
This quote adorns his otherwise busted website:
To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given a chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy.
* His expertise is accounting for people in the creative industries such as artists, filmmakers, and actors. Let me know if you want his contact info!
Wait. Is this a case of the chicken or the egg? As in, was Kevin Bacon always interested in this area or is it because his name got hijacked by the six degrees concept game that he discovered his interest?
Dance, girl, dance!!!
She probably wasn't dancing considering the situation but can't a girl dream??
Thanks to Anil Polat for the link!!
From Tokyo, Kamakura is easily accessible by train.
One can always afford to show enthusiasm!
Let's check this out, shall we?
But first, group photo:
Then, we must wash our hands to ensure long life and to get the filth off:
Jonah is filled with wonder. Or checking out a plane in the sky:
Temple steps - white lady and policeman:
I wonder why I love vermillion. Might have something to do with the million and counting temples I've seen in my life:
Wait. Another group photo! You can never take too many of those!
Gotta love colors! I do!!
God, save us from all evil & ...
There was a bird in a white fur coat - no doubt, angora. Nice. Real nice.
There's the elusive Buddha!
My dad simply refused to throw up his peace sign! Argh, frustrating!!
Who's the Buddha now??!!
Do you have Buddha hands? Me? Constantly. It's a state of mind, really.
This was right around the time when Jonah said the Buddha's body was "buddha-licious" :-)
Congrats Dunk!! Let's celebrate! Dinner's on you!! :-)
Take that, Mr. Pop-Science Millionaire Gladwell!
To neighbors, Casey Price was a seventh grader with acne and a baseball cap who lived an unremarkable life among a bevy of male relatives.
He built the occasional skateboard ramp and did wheelies on his bicycle down the streets of this subdivision of stucco homes north of Phoenix.
In nearby Surprise, where Casey was enrolled as a 12-year-old in a public school for four months, he was regarded as a shy, average student with chronic attendance problems. A man identified as his uncle had registered him, attended curriculum night and e-mailed his teachers about homework assignments.
Now Casey is in jail, and his former neighbors and classmates have learned the unthinkable: Not only is Casey not Casey � his real name is Neil H. Rodreick II � but he is also a 29-year-old convicted sex offender who kept a youthful appearance with the aid of razors and makeup.
And the men known as his uncle, grandfather and cousin, who until recently shared a three-bedroom house with him here, were not family at all, but a web of convicted sex offenders and predators, law enforcement officials say, preying in part on one another.
Last August, a federal judge found that the president of the United States broke the law, committed a serious felony and violated the Constitution. Had the president been an ordinary citizen - someone charged with bank robbery or income tax evasion - the wheels of justice would have immediately begun to turn. The F.B.I. would have conducted an investigation, a United States attorney's office would have impaneled a grand jury and charges would have been brought.