Bulldog Skin

If someone is mean to you or something gets you down, watch this clip.

Click here to see the movie on YouTube.

There Will Be Blood

Arguably one of the best actors of our generation Daniel Day-Lewis's new movie and directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, There Will Be Blood. In very short, it's a movie about a life of a man whose ambition was to become an big oil tycoon and his struggle with power, money, faith, God, family and royalty and others. From the preview, which shows only the scene with Daniel Day-Lewis, I was suspicious that this movie may end up one of those with one major actor and nothing else is good. I was wrong. He was good, of course. Really good. But the sound, cinematography and direction were all great.

After the Wedding

I rented the 2006 Oscar Foreign Film nominee, After the Wedding. The story is kind of complicated so I won't say much to reveal the ending:

Jacob has spent his life caring for Indian street kids. When a Danish businessman Jorgen offers him $4 million to his orphanage, Jacob is asked to fly back to Denmark and meet the guy. Upon Jacob's return to Denmark, Jorgen insists Jacob to attend his daughter's wedding. At the wedding, Jacob finds he didn't fly back only to receive the donation but to deal with his own life in an unexpected way.

Children in the orphanage are just charming and beautiful. And the actors are very good, I thought. It's not a suspense but the story is intricate enough to ask for a really good screenplay. You look around and find many people who need help. But you only can save so many, and most importantly, your own family is the ones who really need you. I thought about this a lot.

Thanks for the Comments

I am not good at commenting on my friends' blog. But I appreciate when people write comments on my blog. Absolutely selfish. I don't blog to hear responses. This is probably the kind of pleasure authors find in writing. You don't know who would be reading when. And that intangible communication with unknown readers is exciting. And yet, my target audience of my blog, my mom, has never written me a comment. I don't even thing she's reading it. What a parent...

Lettuce Battle

Our recent argument over a very trivial issue over lettuce in sandwich. Characters: Miko (me) & Man (my boyfriend).

Man bought a bagel with cream cheese and cucumber for himself and a roll sandwich with lettuce, tomato, egg, ham, cheese for Miko. Miko found these little pieces of iceberg lettuce in this sandwich so incredibly tasty, an exquisite experience you'd never expect from a deli sandwich. It doesn't really have a taste but its texture and freshness made this sandwich perfect. Happy Miko offered a bite to Man. As Man's big mouth started to open, Miko gave a weird look, which she did unconsciously. When it covered the corner of sandwich where all the lettuce was stuck, Miko exclaimed, "Wait!" His teeth was still half into the roll, but Miko let him bite in. She thought it was childish of her to stop him at that point just for lettuce. Fresh lettuce went in his mouth.

To Miko's explanation for her shout, Man started to get indignant: "You offered it. Why are you complaining? I don't even care for the lettuce!" Miko knew she did offer but somehow she didn't expect Man would eat up the lettuce. While Miko admitted her reaction being somehow unreasonable, but to her, there was a reason. It was a temporary moment she got distracted by this disappointment, and now time to go see a movie. Meanwhile, Man couldn't get over the incident, staying angry the rest of the day and making fun of Miko's reaction. Miko still doesn't understand why he needed to be so angry. It was just lettuce. But it was really good lettuce.

Incense Time

Getting sort of tired of super expensive aromatic candles, I've been enjoying burning incense in the apartment. Clean up the house and light the incense, a short one so that it won't get too smoky. It's kind of relaxing. Since I'm too lazy to clean the little incense holder with ashes all around, I made my own incense burner. It has a cover with holes so the smoke slowly diffuses out and makes it safer to leave the incense burning. Just like perfume, incenses smell differently at different places. I bought a nice set of woody-smell incenses in Japan. They were smelling so fresh and almost sweet in the store but not in my apartment. My search for the perfect incense goes on....

Bruschetta

More awesome dishes from my boyfriend's repertoire. Tomato soup is not made from scratch but he added fresh garlic, which made a big difference. Mushroom was perfectly flavored with thyme and butter—cooked crunchy and tender just perfectly to sit on the crispy bread. Ricotta bruschetta seemed really simple but it was a good contrast with rich and flavor-intense mushroom.

Miko's Japanese Breakfast

Rummaging through my empty refrigerator, I managed to make an almost traditional Japanese breakfast.

Rice. Miso soup with Wakame seaweed and yellow onion. Natto (fermented soybean which my boyfriend can't even bear to smell) with dried Nori seaweed. Umeboshi (pickled plum). Omelette with mushroom and bolognese sauce and canadian bacon.

What I still miss is fresh egg over steamed rice (Tamago kake Gohan). You beat fresh egg and drop some soy sauce. Pour it over steamed rice. Japanese eggs are much larger and firmer. Yolk is more like a golden yellow. I don't really feel like eating eggs here. If anyone knows good, fresh eggs you can eat raw, please let me know!

Happy Days

Stage, static, a few actors, absurd. My theater experiences with these elements had never been good. So, even though I knew this play—reviewed by NY Times as the best Beckett's production— was promised to be a wonderful experience, I sat in my seat with little expectation. But the minute Fiona Shaw as Winnie started speaking with her darling Irish accent, I got completely mesmerized and flooded in the sad, happy, realistic, futuristic, desperate, cheerful, absurd world of this play.

Rough story is: Winnie, a woman no longer young, is embedded up to her “big bosom” in a mound of earth, “the Mother Earth symbol to end all other mother earth symbols”. She lives in a deluge of never-ending light from which there is no escape: even the parasol she unfolds at one point ignites, leaving her without protection. We learn that she has not always been buried in this way but we never discover how she came to be trapped so. - from Wikipedia

Imagine what an actor can do only with half of her torso. A bag stuffed with teeth blush, mirror, gun, lipsticks, calm is the only extra the actor can play with. Fiona absolutely used every inch of her acting skill and made this 1.5 hr play so original and upbeat. From my seat on the second flower balcony, I could clearly see her charming smile and every action she made with her arms, neck, head and face. In the next half of the play, the ground has covered all her body beside her head. Simply a marvelous one.

As great experience as the play was the Harvey Theater itself.

Mini Show

My work had a little exhibition of artwork and paintings done by our members. Invited by my CEO, I included some of my pottery pieces. Probably the first and last time my pieces get such exposure. Hopefully, I can have a private show with better stuff in the future!

Happy Ps!

Happy New Year! In its third year, we made an original holiday card. This year again, my boyfriend came up with an idea: Biggy P and Shorty P. The tall P is a birthday gift from my friend this past year. Coincidentally, my mom sent me the short, chubby P for my birthday too.

In case we missed to send you the card, here's
"Happy Holidays from M & M"