God, I miss real Ireland...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Éire go Brách
God, I miss real Ireland...
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Not sure what to think: Gaga's new video
Is it weird that when she entered first scene of the video, I thought: Hamburglar?
Saturday, March 13, 2010
How I learned Philosophy
Don't tell my boss: until last month, I didn't know a thing about Philosophy.
Well, that's not entirely true. I know how many university students enroll in Introduction to Philosophy courses annually. I'm fluent in the pricing of Introduction to Ethics readers (anthology textbooks). I'm familiar with Philosophers, classic to contemporary, and how to spell their names correctly in a Table of Contents.
That counts, right? Not when I'm on the phone with an author, who eagerly pursues a conversation about Epistemology or Metaphysics with an Editorial Assistant who just wants to get back to her Google Reader. (Dude, not at work...)
Anyway, while I was at the American Philosophical Association conference in Chicago last month, this was the same conversation I had with another Editorial Assistant who was manning the Wiley/Blackwell booth. "Yeah, I didn't study Philosophy in college or anything," was the mutual confession. Though not very guilt-inducing, we still felt that it made our job hard sometimes, especially if we were expected to talk (eek!) about Philosophy: its topics, its significance, what the philosophers are actually saying.
As we chatted, I surveyed the various books she had displayed, and (miraculously) cam
e upon something I would read: The Office and Philosophy (Blackwell, 2008). I know, I'm a little late with the whole The Office fad. You can really tell, since the book pubbed back in 2007. This means the authors wrote it one or two year prior. (Like I said, I'm slow to fads.) Dan and I have been bona fide Office addicts for a few months now - recording it on DVR whenever it's on, and then devoting a good portion of the week to sporadic marathons. Dan's even downloaded the whole series illegally on the internets (don't tell NBC!).
I bought the book without a whim - I had to have it. Not just because it's about The Office, but because I would finally, FINALLY, learn something about my profession (besides page counts and sales forecasts).
Edited by J. Jeremy Wisnewski, this funny and accessible book features a compilation of essays by (real) contemporary philosophers on the various philosophical subtopics that relate to characters, themes, and events in The Office (both the UK and US series. I, um, skipped the essays about the UK Office. I've heard it's good, so I'll probably Netflix it).
The Office and Philosophy was truly an entertaining and educational read. The book discusses morality, by examining Michael Scott's complete moral blindness. It touches on self and self-deception by examining Dwight's power struggle in the hierarchy of the office, and his life as a Schrute (some kind of superpowerful, pseudo-Amish family) which he takes very, very seriously. It examines Affirmative Action in the context of Michael's "special" (racist) treatment of Stanley. Sexual Harassment is discussed in relation to Jim and Pam, Kelly and Ryan, Michael and Ryan. Not to mention, a lot of discussion on business ethics (remember the XXX-rated Mickey Mouse/Donald Duck watermark?).
One of the more interesting essays (Chapter 3), covered the idea of "feeling by proxy", which is the term that defines how we, the audience, are sometimes unable to physically keep watching as Michael Scott endures (more like provokes) a humiliating scenario.
For example, how can we ever forget Michael's noble kiss he lands on poor Oscar in "Gay Witch Hunt"? The scene was hard for me to watch; I wanted to turn away, because I really couldn't endure Michael's eager self-humiliation. He was completely blind to the embarrassment the kiss (in front of the rest of the staff in the conference room) would bring upon Oscar AND himself. He's going past the limits to prove to his staff that he's not a homosexual, when simultaneously he looks more like a fool than before. The reason it's hard for people to watch the scene is because they're feeling Michael's humiliation for him. Since Michael has absolutely no qualms about kissing Oscar, despite any repercussions (Toby knows) or awkwardness, the audience feels everything for him and can't actually go through with what he's about to do. We take on his position and try to change his behavior, but, we're just the audience...
For an Office fan and an EA in the Philosophy discipline, I found it completely satisfactory.
Well, that's not entirely true. I know how many university students enroll in Introduction to Philosophy courses annually. I'm fluent in the pricing of Introduction to Ethics readers (anthology textbooks). I'm familiar with Philosophers, classic to contemporary, and how to spell their names correctly in a Table of Contents.
That counts, right? Not when I'm on the phone with an author, who eagerly pursues a conversation about Epistemology or Metaphysics with an Editorial Assistant who just wants to get back to her Google Reader. (Dude, not at work...)
Anyway, while I was at the American Philosophical Association conference in Chicago last month, this was the same conversation I had with another Editorial Assistant who was manning the Wiley/Blackwell booth. "Yeah, I didn't study Philosophy in college or anything," was the mutual confession. Though not very guilt-inducing, we still felt that it made our job hard sometimes, especially if we were expected to talk (eek!) about Philosophy: its topics, its significance, what the philosophers are actually saying.
As we chatted, I surveyed the various books she had displayed, and (miraculously) cam
e upon something I would read: The Office and Philosophy (Blackwell, 2008). I know, I'm a little late with the whole The Office fad. You can really tell, since the book pubbed back in 2007. This means the authors wrote it one or two year prior. (Like I said, I'm slow to fads.) Dan and I have been bona fide Office addicts for a few months now - recording it on DVR whenever it's on, and then devoting a good portion of the week to sporadic marathons. Dan's even downloaded the whole series illegally on the internets (don't tell NBC!).I bought the book without a whim - I had to have it. Not just because it's about The Office, but because I would finally, FINALLY, learn something about my profession (besides page counts and sales forecasts).
Edited by J. Jeremy Wisnewski, this funny and accessible book features a compilation of essays by (real) contemporary philosophers on the various philosophical subtopics that relate to characters, themes, and events in The Office (both the UK and US series. I, um, skipped the essays about the UK Office. I've heard it's good, so I'll probably Netflix it).
The Office and Philosophy was truly an entertaining and educational read. The book discusses morality, by examining Michael Scott's complete moral blindness. It touches on self and self-deception by examining Dwight's power struggle in the hierarchy of the office, and his life as a Schrute (some kind of superpowerful, pseudo-Amish family) which he takes very, very seriously. It examines Affirmative Action in the context of Michael's "special" (racist) treatment of Stanley. Sexual Harassment is discussed in relation to Jim and Pam, Kelly and Ryan, Michael and Ryan. Not to mention, a lot of discussion on business ethics (remember the XXX-rated Mickey Mouse/Donald Duck watermark?).
One of the more interesting essays (Chapter 3), covered the idea of "feeling by proxy", which is the term that defines how we, the audience, are sometimes unable to physically keep watching as Michael Scott endures (more like provokes) a humiliating scenario.
For example, how can we ever forget Michael's noble kiss he lands on poor Oscar in "Gay Witch Hunt"? The scene was hard for me to watch; I wanted to turn away, because I really couldn't endure Michael's eager self-humiliation. He was completely blind to the embarrassment the kiss (in front of the rest of the staff in the conference room) would bring upon Oscar AND himself. He's going past the limits to prove to his staff that he's not a homosexual, when simultaneously he looks more like a fool than before. The reason it's hard for people to watch the scene is because they're feeling Michael's humiliation for him. Since Michael has absolutely no qualms about kissing Oscar, despite any repercussions (Toby knows) or awkwardness, the audience feels everything for him and can't actually go through with what he's about to do. We take on his position and try to change his behavior, but, we're just the audience...
For an Office fan and an EA in the Philosophy discipline, I found it completely satisfactory.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Everyone loves Mexican night!
Last week I was inspired to do Chicken Enchilladas. I'd never had them before, ever, not even at Blue Moon, our fave Mexican place in Woodcliff Lake, NJ (http://www.bluemoonmexicancafe.com/). Turns out they're my new healthy alternative to Chicken Parm (ah, the mighty Parmesan). Healthy meaning not fried, but... still a lot of cheese.
Stuff you need (for a meal for two):
Two soft tortillas
1 small package chicken breasts, cleaned and cut into strips
Chicken broth
1/2 onion, chopped
1 bay leaf
2 teaspoons chili powder
1 teaspoon ground cumin
Salt & pepper
Pepperjack & Mozz
For the sauce (THIS IS AWESOME):
2 cups tomato puree
2 teaspoons cayenne pepper powder
2 pinches ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon chili powder
2 cloves of garlic, minced
Directions: Heat up some oil in a small saucepan, add the minced garlic and brown it. Add all the other ingredients together in a saucepan and cook it up!
What to do:
Preheat the oven to 400 degs
Pour 2 cups of the broth into a saute pan, and bring to a boil
Add chopped onion, chicken slices, and bay leaf
Lower the heat, and poach the chicken for about 10 minutes
Remove cooked chicken pieces from pan and put in a mixing bowl with some of the broth mixture

Shred the chicken with a couple of forks
Add the spices and keep on shreddin'
Add the rest of the broth from the saucepan
Nuke the tortillas in the microwave, to make them soft

Add the chicken/spice mixture to the tortillas
Wrap up the tortillas, and stick them in a casserole or Pyrex, seam side down

Pour the sauce on top, add the cheese (LOTS)
Put the chicken loveliness into the oven for about 10 mins, just so the cheese melts, and it looks pretty.
Take out of the oven and let sit for about, you know, as long as you can stand it. Serving it is a bit tricky, and requires a long knife, spatula, and a little TLC.
Enjoy!!
Stuff you need (for a meal for two):
Two soft tortillas
1 small package chicken breasts, cleaned and cut into strips
Chicken broth
1/2 onion, chopped
1 bay leaf
2 teaspoons chili powder
1 teaspoon ground cumin
Salt & pepper
Pepperjack & Mozz
For the sauce (THIS IS AWESOME):
2 cups tomato puree
2 teaspoons cayenne pepper powder
2 pinches ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon chili powder
2 cloves of garlic, minced
Directions: Heat up some oil in a small saucepan, add the minced garlic and brown it. Add all the other ingredients together in a saucepan and cook it up!
Preheat the oven to 400 degs
Pour 2 cups of the broth into a saute pan, and bring to a boil
Add chopped onion, chicken slices, and bay leaf
Lower the heat, and poach the chicken for about 10 minutes
Remove cooked chicken pieces from pan and put in a mixing bowl with some of the broth mixture
Shred the chicken with a couple of forks
Add the spices and keep on shreddin'
Add the rest of the broth from the saucepan
Nuke the tortillas in the microwave, to make them soft
Add the chicken/spice mixture to the tortillas
Wrap up the tortillas, and stick them in a casserole or Pyrex, seam side down
Pour the sauce on top, add the cheese (LOTS)
Put the chicken loveliness into the oven for about 10 mins, just so the cheese melts, and it looks pretty.
Take out of the oven and let sit for about, you know, as long as you can stand it. Serving it is a bit tricky, and requires a long knife, spatula, and a little TLC.
Enjoy!!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Lazy Sunday Review: Jennifer's Body (2009)
This movie was adorable. Hillarious. High-school sexy. I loved it.
Megan Fox stars as flesh-eating demon/gorgeous teenage cheerleader Jennifer Check. Sweet and spunky (and also gorgeous, in my opinion) Amanda Seyfried plays Needy Lesnicki, Jennifer's nerdy lady-in-waiting.

Spoiler alert! (Dan insists I give this warning for now on). So here's the jist: An indie band plays at a bar in the middle of nowhere (I think Wisconsin?), hoping to find a virgin to sacrifice according to a satanic ritual that will grant them fame, popularity, Maroon 5 status, etc. They find Jennifer, assume she's a virgin (though that couldn't be farther from the truth), and keep tabs on her during their performance. Needy, who reluctantly accompanies Jennifer to the bar, watches the situation unfold and is really not into it. Suddenly (seriously), a fire starts in the bar, and everyone dies except for the band, Needy and Jennifer. The band picks up their alleged virgin, and takes her into the forest to sacrifice her. Anyway, since Jennifer's no damn virgin, the ritual corrupts her and ultimately demonizes her dead body. So now, she's undead, and survives on eating people. Boys, which, I suppose, are her easiest prey. Needy devotes herself to discovering what's become of her (suddenly very hungry) best-friend. After Jennifer eats Needy's boyfriend, Chip (seriously), that's more or less the last straw, and... well, I won't reveal the predictable ending.
This movie is great. The themes of high school society, friendship and sex mingled with the murderous supernatural are fun, kind of sexy and scary, but also slightly epic. Both actresses are loveable and fucking cute. You'll see that Needy becomes stronger, more whole, and more beautiful at the end of the film. There are real tranformations - Jennifer's fake and silly, but Needy's completely realistic, and therefore striking.
There are moments of hillarity amidst the gore: the scene of Jennifer's "virgin sacrifice", though terrifying (especially for a girl), becomes darkly comical as the knife-wielding frontman of the band starts singing "8675309", you know, "Jenny, I got your number!" Then he proceeds to stab her to death.
One of the most endearing elements of the movie is the high school tongue: dialogue is peppered with offensive unforgettables like "freaktarded" and "lesbigay". When Needy rehashes the distaster at the bar, Jennifer tells her to "getoverit.org." They've lovingly nicknamed each other "Vagasil" and "Monistat." So telling of the early perversity of our youth, but sweet because they're such little girls (giggle)!
This was also one of those films that I consider one, long music video. Featuring poppish power-rock by Panic at the Disco and, one of my favorites at the moment, The Silversun Pickups, the musical interludes help maintain that sex and death ambiance throughout the movie. Well done.
Megan Fox stars as flesh-eating demon/gorgeous teenage cheerleader Jennifer Check. Sweet and spunky (and also gorgeous, in my opinion) Amanda Seyfried plays Needy Lesnicki, Jennifer's nerdy lady-in-waiting.

Spoiler alert! (Dan insists I give this warning for now on). So here's the jist: An indie band plays at a bar in the middle of nowhere (I think Wisconsin?), hoping to find a virgin to sacrifice according to a satanic ritual that will grant them fame, popularity, Maroon 5 status, etc. They find Jennifer, assume she's a virgin (though that couldn't be farther from the truth), and keep tabs on her during their performance. Needy, who reluctantly accompanies Jennifer to the bar, watches the situation unfold and is really not into it. Suddenly (seriously), a fire starts in the bar, and everyone dies except for the band, Needy and Jennifer. The band picks up their alleged virgin, and takes her into the forest to sacrifice her. Anyway, since Jennifer's no damn virgin, the ritual corrupts her and ultimately demonizes her dead body. So now, she's undead, and survives on eating people. Boys, which, I suppose, are her easiest prey. Needy devotes herself to discovering what's become of her (suddenly very hungry) best-friend. After Jennifer eats Needy's boyfriend, Chip (seriously), that's more or less the last straw, and... well, I won't reveal the predictable ending.
This movie is great. The themes of high school society, friendship and sex mingled with the murderous supernatural are fun, kind of sexy and scary, but also slightly epic. Both actresses are loveable and fucking cute. You'll see that Needy becomes stronger, more whole, and more beautiful at the end of the film. There are real tranformations - Jennifer's fake and silly, but Needy's completely realistic, and therefore striking.There are moments of hillarity amidst the gore: the scene of Jennifer's "virgin sacrifice", though terrifying (especially for a girl), becomes darkly comical as the knife-wielding frontman of the band starts singing "8675309", you know, "Jenny, I got your number!" Then he proceeds to stab her to death.
One of the most endearing elements of the movie is the high school tongue: dialogue is peppered with offensive unforgettables like "freaktarded" and "lesbigay". When Needy rehashes the distaster at the bar, Jennifer tells her to "getoverit.org." They've lovingly nicknamed each other "Vagasil" and "Monistat." So telling of the early perversity of our youth, but sweet because they're such little girls (giggle)!
This was also one of those films that I consider one, long music video. Featuring poppish power-rock by Panic at the Disco and, one of my favorites at the moment, The Silversun Pickups, the musical interludes help maintain that sex and death ambiance throughout the movie. Well done.
Friday, March 5, 2010
"I have a crush on..." series: Anthony Bourdain
Host of the Travel Channel's edgy/elitist culinary TV series, No Reservations, Anthony Bourdain is bringing sexy back to the already spectacular combination of food & travel.I have to admit, I always thought Adam Richman girl, and a loyal fan of Man vs. Food (also on the Travel Channel). Turns out the fat and funny just isn't my style, and I'd rather sample decadent pastries in Spain rather than a greasy burger in Atlanta.
I know, Anthony's an old guy, but he cusses like a 25-year old, dresses like a rock star, and eats the best food in (literally) the world. Food that he's way too articulate about. HOT.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sniff my head!
I let loose in a CVS last week. It wasn't pretty.
Ever since I recieved a rather handsome tax return, I've been sneaking a few extra goodies here and there, including my hefty $42 purchase of girly crap last week. But I do not regret a cent (hey, that's a lot of money... to me)!
My most awesome purchase was the Organix conditioner in Coconut Milk flavor. At first, I was seduced by the boasting of natural ingredients like egg-whites and coconut oil. Then I put it on my scalp (in the shower, not the store), and I was sold. The smell isn't overpowering (like Bath and Body Work's death-by-coconut products), and it's comforting. You feel spoiled afterwards, like you just took a bubble bath on vacation (then you remember it's a Tuesday, but c'mon it's... not that bad).
Ever since I recieved a rather handsome tax return, I've been sneaking a few extra goodies here and there, including my hefty $42 purchase of girly crap last week. But I do not regret a cent (hey, that's a lot of money... to me)!
My most awesome purchase was the Organix conditioner in Coconut Milk flavor. At first, I was seduced by the boasting of natural ingredients like egg-whites and coconut oil. Then I put it on my scalp (in the shower, not the store), and I was sold. The smell isn't overpowering (like Bath and Body Work's death-by-coconut products), and it's comforting. You feel spoiled afterwards, like you just took a bubble bath on vacation (then you remember it's a Tuesday, but c'mon it's... not that bad).
Anyone who's met me (and my hair) knows that I'm borderline obsessed with my temperamental locks. If they're not treated in a particular way, they punish me with merciless frizz (it hurts). So I've always been weary of straying from my (heavily practiced) daily hair routine, which includes a secret combination of ingredients, which I'll save for another post. But Organix treats me just right: my hair is soft and weighty, and it stays in one place!
So if you come upon this yummy elixir in your drugstore, snatch it up! It's my new favorite headaromatherapy.
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