3-D life

I LOVE 3-D! Really, any movie in 3-D just rulez. That is right, I spelled rulez with a z because that is how awesome 3-D is. I went to see a movie with my friend Michelle's daughter. She is five, so there are limits to what you can see, though admittedly, she is much braver than I am when it comes to scary movies, so I really place my own restrictions on what I see. Anyway, I thought we could see the movie Open Season. I noticed Open Season was playing at the IMAX in 3-D and really, the choice was made right then and there. IMAX is usually pretty awesome, but IMAX in 3-D just is an adventure the entire time. Sitting there with my gigantore 3-D glasses on took me back to when I was little and in Orlando, Florida and my parents took me to see a 3-D movie with Michael Jackson, Captain EO*. Somehow, I bet there are a lot of you readers out there who have seen this movie. It blew me away, especially when the little robots are flying at you. I remember how enchanted I was by the special effects and only hope that this kid felt the same way. Open Season was actually pretty funny, and because there were poop jokes, there were several points at which I was laughing out loud. Maybe the poop jokes were over the kids' heads (there was a song about flatulence and I pretty much lost it) because my laughter was not surrounded by little kid laughter. It was actually a little embarrassing to have the other adults with kids there notice my juvenile sense of humor, but it was funny. There was a preview for 3-D Dinosaurs, which I FOR SURE won't miss. Also, A Nightmare before Christmas is being re-released in 3-D and you better believe I'll be there for that. If I could have written this blog in 3-D, I would have, just so I could convey how cool it is. I really want to see Captain EO now that I think about it because maybe there were poop jokes in it that I missed as a kid. That would be a shame to miss, really.


* I just read the description of Captain EO and apparentlly I really don't remember much of the movie at all. Angelica Houston was in it? The story line sounds pretty pathetic if you ask me, and I'm pretty sure there were no hidden poop jokes. It doesn't seem like Francis Cord Coppola's style.

Chicken Shack with a Suitcase.*

Enough time has gone by that I can adequately reflect and relay my trip to New York. I'll be honest. Something about New York has always rubbed me the wrong way. It just annoys me and I really have wanted nothing to do with it. I still feel this way for the most part. However, I really enjoy Brooklyn. What a cool area. That is where my brother lives. He teaches in New York and I went to spend a long weekend with him. This is what we did.
On Saturday we went shopping in Park Slope, went to a farmer's market, went to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden (where there was a strange man take pictures of the creepiest doll ever) and went to Manhattan to see a play called Avenue Q and ate there as well. Avenue Q is a pretty hilarious show. Neither my brother nor myself are huge musical lovers, but this show, what with its songs about the internet being for porn, everyone being racist and having no skills after college, coupled with a touch of puppet sex, well, let's just say this show was right up our alley. Sunday we went to this restaurant Rice where we split coconut french toast and eggs benedict with pork tenderloin. So good. We then went to see the movie the Science of Sleep with Gael Garcia Bernal. sigh. Freaky ass movie, but good if you like Michel Gondry films. We then walked across the brooklyn bridge into Manhattan. We ate at some restaurant called Edwards with David's friends and saw Christopher from the Sopranos. Monday we drove down to Coney Island and went to the Aquarium and ate some Nathan's hotdogs. We drove back, did some more shopping in Williamsburg then went to Junior's for dinner and cheese cake. Tuesday, I went with David to his school to talk to his classes about college, my job and HIV prevention. Personally, I don't know how my brother does it. The kids were cool and all, but keeping a class of high schoolers under control is no easy task and let's just say these kids were gifted at the art of not listening. Overall, I had a wonderful time. I know this is more of a play by play of my trip and less of the reflection I promised, so sue me. It was rad and I can't wait to go visit again.

* The title of this post can be attributed to my friend David (not my brother) who, upon hearing I was going out of town yet again called me and said, "Weeellll chicken shack with a suitcase, off again." I still don't really understand what it means, except the suitcase is meant to indicate travel. David is weird, but secretly, I kinda like the name.

Also, I know the format of this sucks and it is hard to read, but I really wanted to include all these pictures and blogger does not have the best tools for this. So sorry.

Would that make me a MILF? (Please God)

I am still putting off writing about New York because I have a test tomorrow and I don't have the time to truly discuss my vacation. However, I wanted to share this little tidbit with you.
This weekend The Art Institute had a portfolio day for aspiring young artists to show their portfolios to art schools across the country to get feedback. I was there for moral support with Lindsay who is applying to graduate art programs. Most of the other people there, however, were applying for undergraduate. Fresh faced youth hoping to really make it in the art world. Actually, when I say fresh faced, I actually mean, incredibly greasy and unkempt faced. Maybe I am jsut getting old, and if my mother actually read this blog she would say, "SEE! I've always been right!" But I don't understand how these kids can go to a semi-professional showing of their art in sweatpants. Yeah yeah, I know they are artists, but come on. Sweat pants? To talk to someone at a college you hope to go to? I'm not talking about the artsy funky dressed kids. Just the slovenly ones. And I don't know how any parent would accompany their child to this event and allow them to wear the things I saw them wear. Anyway, the lines to see some of the schools were incredibly long and one school which Lindsay was particularly interested in, The Rhode Island School of Design, had an insanely long line. So I offered to wait while Lindsay talked to some other schools. So I was standing in line and there was a woman sitting down in a chair next to the line.
Me: Long lines, huh?

Woman: Yeah, I had no idea it would be like this. I told my daughter to just call me when she got to the front of the line.

Me: Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. I'm holding a place for someone myself.

Woman: This is just chaotic.

Me: Uh huh.

Woman: So are you here with your son?

Me: Uhhh...Um. No. Uh, Just a friend.

Woman: Oh

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Me: Do I look old enough to have a child going to college?

Woman: Well, you never know. Kids these days, having children so young.

Me: Right, I hear ya. (Cause I know a lot of 7 year olds who have children these days. It's an epidemic.)

I mean, really? She couldn't have said, "Are you applying to school?" I know I didn't have a portfolio, but come on. Do I really look like I could have a 17 year old? Really? Really? All I am saying is I am throwing out whatever sweater outfit I was wearing that day because I must have inadvertantly dipped into my mom-sweater stash. (There is also the question of why she assumed I had a son and not a daughter, but I'll just assume she is nuts. That solves all these questions.)

Oh and by the way, Lindsay's stuff kicks ass. Big Ass.

Been away so long

I know there has been a bit of delay in my writing, but there have been reasons. I like to think that some of them are actually good. The most imposing reason is I have been trying like a mad woman to get my secondary applications for medical school completed and sent off to be scrutinized. I have such anxiety, you don't even know. As if my future acceptance to medical school hinges on whether or not I use the word "pursue" or the phrase "work towards."I hate writing essays and I hate formal writing. I also hate placing every experience in the history of my life in the context of a path towards medical school. Oh well, I'm coming to a close and hopefully there will be interviews to follow.
I was in New York this past weekend visiting my Brohaus. We had some good times. However, I want to devote an entire blog entry to the visit because it was that good a trip. There are some pretty hilarious pictures. I'll give you a preview.
















Inrigued, aren't you? Well, keep an eye out because that post will come soon. Promise.

Also, I've been reading the book Kite Runner and I have already wept twice in front of strangers and I'm only half way through. Needless to say, the book is very good.