Showing posts with label people I love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people I love. Show all posts

Saturday, December 26, 2009

There's two things in the world you never want to let people see how you make 'em: laws and sausages.

Have I talked about The West Wing? I know I'm late to the party - like, ten years late, but I believe in making a fashionably tardy entrance. I've been watching the first season (in between writing up a storm of personal statements for grad school and battling the actual snow storm outside my house) and holy crap, that was an amazing show.

Aaron Sorkin is sort of a sore spot for a lot of TV enthusiasts. It seems like either you love him and think he's God's gift to television or you hate him and wish he would die in a fire. And preferably take his too-witty fast-walking characters with him. But I've always sort of viewed myself as a swing-vote when it comes to Sorkin: I hated Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip but I thought Sports Night was probably the most underappreciated tv show of the last 15 years (and given that that year-span includes Veronica Mars, that's saying something) Clearly, I have unresolved issues. But people, West Wing... it's a revelation.

I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised. I mean, this is a tv show about the United States! And government! And smart people! Those are three things I adore! And the writing itself is so unapologetically in love with the idea of America, so optimistic about what American government could do, the positive agent of change it could be... I'm getting all verklempt just thinking about it. It's sort of strange to watch it now with 8 years of the Bush administration under my belt, but I'm also noticing a lot of overlaps between the Obama administration and the rocky start of the fictional Bartlet government.

Mostly I think I love The West Wing because it's just so ridiculously nerdy, and completely willing to revel in that fact. To wit, I leave you with the Antiquities Act (my fave!), a banking bill, and a fictional American president waxing rhapsodic over the great insitution of America's national parks*:





*I love the national parks too! Come hang out with me, President Bartlet... we can drink tea and I'll tell you all about Grey Towers! It'll be awesome.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

This originally had a different title.

I was going to call it "Separated at birth... " and then the first sentence of this post was going to be "... and centuries, and reality." Because I thought I had stumbled across a very strange resemblance that I was going to share with all you, but then my roommates said "you crazy, lady!" and suddenly I started to doubt myself. Therefore, I put it to you: do these two ladies look strangely similar?

Lady Numero Uno:


Dona Isabel Cobos de Porcel, painted by Francisco Goya in 1805.

And Lady Numero Dos:


Joan Holloway, as played by the extraordinarily talented Christina Hendricks.


So what say you: do these ladies look alike, or am I totally crazy?

Monday, August 3, 2009

A very important date


Two very important people were born on this most hallowed of dates, August 4. One is the leader of the free world, and the other gave me life, unconditional love, and willingly endured all manner of my picky-food insanity for 23 odd years. Which one, I ask you, is more of a hero? I think that's pretty obvious.

So, happy birthday, you two crazy cats!

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy Birthday, America


As I write this the street outside my house is going CRAZY with fireworks. Purchased in Indiana and set off in the middle of a residential street, they are the perfect symbol of what this great holiday is all about: fighting for the right to blow brightly colored shit up in front of your house.

No, but seriously, happy birthday America. As a present, I got you a list.

Some things I love about America:
1. The constitution
2. Jon Stewart
3. Waffle cones (you're welcome, world)
4. The 1st amendment
5. Stretching from sea to shining sea
6. mobster movies
7. Sufjan Stevens
8. Betsey Ross
9. Theodore Roosevelt
10. No taxation without representation, baby!

Stay classy, America!

Friday, July 3, 2009

"Chicago is not the most corrupt American city. It's the most theatrically corrupt."


Yesterday I handled clothes worn by this man. Some of his belongings are being added to the museum's collection, so I had the honor of examining his wool trousers, classic red socks, worn-out fedora and of course the outerwear of reporters everywhere, the Burberry trench coat. And the crowning jewel? His old-man's terry-cloth bathrobe.

It's kind of funny - if you're famous or important, eventually every aspect of your life, every mundane moment or embarrassing tchotchke, will be combed over with a magnifiying glass by well-meaning museum interns like myself. Once you die the materials of your life, the stuff that you surrounded yourself with, becomes the historical playground for museum professionals and academics attempting to reconstruct your life. What was perfectly normal and boring to you - that ratty stuffed bear from your childhood, your toothbrush - becomes a testament to your importance.

The moral of the story? If you plan on doing something important and influential with your life, make sure that you throw out all your granny panties, hole-y socks, and unflattering house dresses before you die. And for goodness sake, PLEASE clean your bathrobe. Those interns of the future have to get up close and personal with it, and they don't need to see the remains of your egg breakfast on it.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Summer in the city

In the dreary depths of Chicago's winter, when it seems like the snow will never melt and the frozen tundra that is the street outside your door goes on forever, people comfort themselves with the reminder that eventually, no matter how eternal winter seems to be, summer will come. And summer in Chicago is something to wait for.

I sort of didn't believe it, to be honest. The last few weeks have alternated between sweaty dreariness and outright thunderstorms, and it's hard to see past the torrential rain to the bright summer promised you. But last evening, I became a believer in Chicago summers.

It's not the weather that gets people excited, of course - wet heavy heat isn't particularly awesome. What is awesome, however, are the weeks after weeks of free concerts, festivals, block parties, and so on. Everyone is so relieved to not have to wear five layers outside that they go a little crazy, and it's great.

What I'm considering the kick-off event of my personal Chicago summer was last night's free St. Vincent concert in Millennium Park. Paid for by the city, it was the first in a whole series of free Monday night shows.

So basically, I got to see her:

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in the great outdoors of Millennium Park, which is here:

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For zero dollars.

In short: Game on, summer. GAME ON.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Kicking ass and taking names, one bustle at a time.


Despite not getting paid for my job, I finally feel like a real live museum professional. Why? Because the first show I have ever worked on, Bertha Honore Palmer , opened this past Saturday at the Chicago History Museum and it is quite beautiful, if I do say so myself.

The show tells the story of Bertha Honore Palmer, the wife of Potter Palmer I and one of the most influential women in Chicago and even America at the turn of the century. As the grand dame of Chicago society she spearheaded the Women's Board of the World's Columbian Exposition of 1893, gave the job of designing the Women's Building at the Fair to America's first female architect, and comissioned reports on the status and lifestyles of women across the world. She was a mover-and-shaker abroad as well, dazzling Europe with her charisma and forceful personality. Palmer House, the famous Chicago hotel, was a wedding gift to her from Potter. When he died he left her with eight million dollars; by the time she died she'd turned it into 16 million. She was, in short, a force to be reckoned with.

Now, this isn't MY show - most of the work I did involved building out mannequins, dressing them, and doing some trouble-shooting with lambskin gloves and a lot of fiber-fill. Still, my name is on the credits under the intern title, and when I walk past the textile gallery and see all the visitors oohing and ahhing over my favorite voided-velvet gown or the goofy evening coat with the fringe I spent HOURS carefully combing out, I can't help but feel a little proud.
Is this what being an adult feels like? Because minus the bill paying and the cleaning-your-own-house bit, it's kind of cool!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

"For Milo, who knows the way."

The Onion AV Club does a feature called Q&A where the various writers answer a question posed by either a staff member or a reader. The most recent installment of Q&A, "Families and Art," had the writers listing the works of art and culture that their parents passed onto them, and what they're going to make sure to pass onto their children. I liked the discussion and want to try it here; so here is the list of stuff my family made sure I appreciated, and some of the stuff I'm going to make sure my kids are introduced to.

Thanks, Family, for these Things:

1. The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster. I just... it's so... the English language does not contain the words to accurately describe how much I love this book. I can't remember how old I was when I first read it, or even if my mom read it to me first, but I can remember my mom handing it to me and saying that it had been one of my dad's favorite books. It's just so amazing - Tock, Digitopolis, Dictionopolis, the princesses, and Milo, surly unhappy disaffected Milo who ends up saving the day in spite of himself.


2. Full Moon Fever, by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Part of my Sunday morning ritual growing up, I'd wake up to the sound of Tom Petty wailing about not backing down and the murmur of my mom's voice as she puttered around the kitchen. Later in the afternoon my best friend would come over and we'd put on the CD again, jumping off the sofa whenever Tom cried out "and I'm free, free fallin'!" No one broke any bones, surprisingly.

3. Mozart's Requiem. My grandmother used to play this for me. Not necessarily the happiest of music choices for a young girl, but amazing nonetheless.

4. Sound of Music. Another grandmother speciality - we'd watch it whenever I'd stay over at her house. My bedtime usually came and passed during the intermission (when you put in the second VHS, 'natch) and she'd forget to make me go to bed because she was caught up in the drama of Maria and Captain Von Trapp. And what about the teenage Nazi?!


5. The Never-Ending Story. I actually hated the book, but my brother bribed me into reading it, which taught me the importance of bargaining. And I later put those skills to good use with my grandmother and a copy of Gone with the Wind, so hey, good lesson.

6. Star Trek: The Next Generation. Thanks, Isaac, for preparing me for a life-time of geekery by getting me hooked on the deep space adventures of a bald man and his devoted crew. I had the biggest crush on Wesley Crusher EVER. I'm blushing just thinking about it.


Get Ready, Hypothetical Future Children, Here's What's Coming:

1. Illinois, by Sufjan Stevens. It's about America! And Illinois! And Lincoln! And he plays a million instruments! My future hypothetical children are going to be forced to listen to the entire Sufjan Stevens discography but Illinois will get an extra few rotations.


2. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon. I used to re-read this book once a year, until I lost my copy. I need to get a new one, but I'm putting it off because it won't be dog-eared in all the right places like my old copy. I'm very resistant to change.

3. Singin' in the Rain. I actually didn't see this classic musical until the end of high school, but now whenever I'm feeling blue I know that I can just pop the DVD in to my computer and instantly feel better. Debbie Reynolds is adorable, Gene Kelly is gorgeous (of course) but my favorite actor in the whole movie will always be Donald O'Connor. The faces he makes? Priceless.


4. The Ordinary Princess, by M.M. Kaye. A book about the seventh daughter of the King and Queen of a fantastical kingdom who, upon birth, is given the "gift" or ordinariness by her ornery fairy godmother. Probably the best book out there for an awkward, nerdy young girl (with the obvious exception of Catherine Called Birdy, another fabulous children's book starring a forthright heroine in an unlikely setting.)

5. All seven of the Harry Potter books. This is obvious, so I think no further explanation is needed.

6. Veronica Mars, Seasons 1 -3. This will obviously be introduced to my hypothetical future children once they are old enough to appreciate a) the perils of high school, and b) the beauty of detective noir. Veronica is just like Nancy Drew, if Nancy had to deal with dead best friends, roofies, and a Ned Nickerson who might have date-raped her or started a gang-war. Not to mention, of course, class warfare and a dizzying high school hierarchy.



What say you? Anything passed onto you that you're thankful for, or something that you're going to make sure your kids get? Share it with the class!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

I hear America singing

In honor of the upcoming Best Day Ever, I've put together something of an inauguration soundtrack. Feel free to borrow, and please post ideas for your favorite inauguration songs. The only rule is that they have to make me feel awesome about the next four (or eight!) years.

Fair warning: there is nothing cool or hip about this list. It is unabashedly sentimental and sincere. If wholehearted love of America, democracy and the Constitution isn't your thing, you might want to look away.

"I Hear America Singing:" the Inauguration Mix

Tracklist below, feel free to download the zip file HERE.

1. Nina Simone - The Times, They Are A-Changin'
2. Mavis Staples - Eyes on the Prize
3. The Submarines - The Wake-Up Song
4. Sufjan Stevens - The Star Spangled Banner
5. David Bowie - Young Americans
6. Don McLean - American Pie
7. Nina Simone - Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There is a Season)
8. Bruce Springsteen - The Land of Hope and Dreams
9. Cat Stevens - Morning Has Broken
10. Peter, Paul, and Mary - If I Had a Hammer
11. Sufjan Stevens - The Tallest Man, the Broadest Shoulders: Part I...
12. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - American Girl
13. Mavis Staples - This Little Light
14. Sufjan Stevens - Chicago
15. Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings - This Land is Your Land
16. Cream - I Feel Free
17. Matt Merten - Declaration of Independence
18. Sam Cooke - A Change is Gonna Come
19. Bruce Springsteen - The Rising
20. Ray Charles - America the Beautiful

Monday, November 3, 2008

Sunday, September 7, 2008

An open love letter to Sarah Haskins

Dear Sarah Haskins,

Please be my new best friend. Your wit and cleverness are beyond amusing, and your method of couching your incisive commentary in approachable language is enchanting. Also, you have a very flexible face, and I love people who can make funny expressions with the power of their buggy eyes.

XOXO,
S

p.s. for those of you who don't know who Sarah Haskins is, check out Target: Women and enjoy. Also, Daily Show? Please hire Sarah Haskins. Samantha Bee needs some girl backup.