Fat and Happy is a journal of writing about daily happenings as well as whatever I feel like writing about. Thanks in advance for any comments from you!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving at Candle Cafe

BB and I had a very pleasant Thanksgiving together. Last night we had the prix fixe Thanksgiving from Vegetarian Paradise 2 and weren't too impressed. Today, though, we had a lovely prix fixe vegan Thanksgiving meal at Candle Cafe. We had a reservation for 4pm, so it was nice to have all that free time beforehand. We both slept in and watched a DVR-ed Oprah with the sex addicts in rehab with Dr. Drew (I mean, the sex addicts weren't with us watching- they were the guests on Oprah's show). Then at Candle Cafe we had the following meals:


Butternut Squash soup with cinnamon foam

Grilled Artichoke with trumpet royal mushrooms, celeriac puree & balsamic reduction

Pomegranate grilled tofu, cornbread stuffing, haricots verts amandine, roasted maple dijon squash

PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE with vanilla cream


Jerusalem Artichoke soup

Arugula Salad with local pears, roasted baby turnips, almond-pumpkin cheese,

pomegranate & cranberry dressing

Pumpkin Grilled Seitan with roasted shallot-potato mash, sautéed brussels sprouts,

cranberry-tart cherry relish & marsala-pumpkin sauce, cornbread stuffing

APPLE-CRANBERRY CRUMB PIE with vanilla ice cream

It was very filling and delicious. I found myself in my mind feeling like I was a judge from Top Chef. Once one has logged in such a high number of hours watching it, it's hard not to think that way. In my mind I made a scathing criticism of one of the soups (the butternut squash soup with the cinnamon foam) and imagined the chef experiencing devastation over it. "Pack your knives!" I imagined myself saying with conviction and pity. I also exalted one of the deserts, imagining that I could give the chef a week in Italy and 30K for perfecting the desert (It was BB's pumpkin cheesecake btw.).

During dinner we talked about planning for moving. We will be moving on Monday, December 28th (I think), and our new address will be:

309 West 93rd St. Apt. 2C

New York, NY 10025

I also convinced BB to play "Get to Know Me." I made this game up long ago based on a Saturday Night Live bit by Jon Lovitz. It involves the two people asking each other questions with the goal of getting to know each other better. I like it because it stimulates conversation and also allows people who know each other very well to get to know little things that they never knew about each other before. So if you ever want to get on my good side, offering to play the game with me goes a long way. Most people don't want to play it because they say, "I don't want to have to think of questions. Let's just relax." BB indulged me today. Thanks, BB!

Well, BB wants to finish the Oprah on sex addiction so I better get going. Hope everyone is having a good day!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

I Got Domestic Partnered!

Yesterday BB and I got domestic partnered! It was a City Hall affair that involved just the two of us. We ultimately plan to get married and have a ceremony with friends and family and officiated by Rabbi Kleinbaum but that won't be for a few years at least. We're not yet engaged but you'll be the first to know! The rush to get domestic partnered was because I needed to get on BB's insurance! My new job would require me to pay monthly for insurance (30% I believe), whereas being on BB's plan would not. Unfortunately because we are two women we (BB) will be taxed for my coverage as income. This would not be so if we were a man and a woman. The domestic partnership also benefits BB because we live in a rent stabilized apartment and without the domestic partnership BB would not be entitled to my apartment if something should Goddess Forbid happen to me. We started off the day going to a lawyer to begin the process of making wills, something we've had on our "something that would be a good idea to do" list for quite awhile. We went to a lesbian lawyer with two terriers in her big, sunny office. Oh, some really have the life! She wondered why with a savings account of 42 dollars (how embarrassing!) I wanted a will but I really do think it is important. There are many elements to a will that are best not left to chance. I listed Cindy as my decision maker for those possible times when one needs a decision maker other than oneself (I'm not talking about not being able to choose between going out for Chinese or Thai!). I listed my trusted brother David as my back-up should anything ever happen to Cindy (Goddess Forbid!).  After the wills we went to Starbucks where we had a drink and a snack and bemoaned the fact that two guys were each taking up their own table (with none left), and they were not drinking or eating, just sitting talking on cell phones. Then off we went to City Hall. When we walked in we were pointed towards a giant, long auditorium like endless room full of crowds of people, some of whom were dressed in ornate wedding gowns and brides' maid dresses and kids there too. The majority of the people were non-white, and many spoke a primary language other than English. They were here to get married. We were ushered over to a booth where a very friendly elderly fellow asked us what we were here for. BB told him that we would like to apply to be domestic partners. The man said in a sweet, joyous tone, "Have a wonderful life together! Your number is A077!" We took our little tag, as if we were waiting to pick up our bagel order, and went and sat down on some of the endless benches that looked up to screens with numbers on them. We tried to spot other gay couples getting domestic partnerships but that seemed to be the minority. Still it is always fun to say to each other, "Do you think those two women are? The ones with the short hair?" "Maybe" "Oh, no, whoops, a man just held hands with one of them." We also saw a Goth wedding party. Everyone was ultra skinny with long black hair, and one woman wore a tight, shiny black corset over her wedding white. Very cool! Then there were kids with hoodies and backpacks over pastel, stiff wedding garb. City Hall had a gift shop that sold flowers and souvenirs as well as a spot to take family photos. I watched one party of about thirty people get a photo done together. The environment itself was neon lights, drab, over crowded, and loud. It felt a bit like an airport with each group waiting for their number to be called and lamenting how long it was taking.  Each group's tag started with a "C" or an "A."  I believe that we were told that "C" stands for "Chapel" meaning you go into the little chapel with a priest to get married.  I don't know what A stands for, maybe "Asshole" meaning you go to a little driver's license registration-like window and put thirty-five dollars on a credit card and get handed a print out that says "Domestic Partner."  In any case, we were "A.'s" and that's what we did! Our "celebration" seemed to have been that initial contact  with the glorious older fellow who tagged us at the beginning.  In all truth our celebration came afterwards at a $6.95 all-you-can-eat vegetarian Indian buffet.  No complaints here! I guess I was struck at City Hall by how a lot of immigrants and minorities are forced due to finances to marry in such a less than spiritual setting.  Even the chapel felt like a small painted background.  Also being at the mercy of waiting and waiting for a number to come up on a screen to get married does not offer the couple and the wedding party much dignity.  In any case, it was an interesting cultural experience, and BB and I did feel warmly about taking this step as a couple.  We went home and cuddled up in bed and watched a pay-per-view movie, The Family that Preys, with Kathy Bates and Tyler Perry.  It was a chick flick but fun and engaging.  We wore our nose warmers, these funny knitted pieces on elastic bands that cover only the nose.  I had found them online and ordered them for BB as one of BB's Valentine's gifts because BB's nose is always getting cold.  I had ordered two because one billed itself as "cozy and old-fashioned" and the other was described on the website as "sporty and stylish."  I wore the stylish one, a small grey nose covering that seems to confuse our grey cat Phoebe.  She looks at me like, Why does my master now have a grey cat's nose too? We took them off only to eat our microwave popcorn.  I love being domestic partnered! 

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Yes Man: Movie Review (not a spoiler)

Last week while BB was out of town I took myself on a date to see the new Jim Carey movie "Yes Man."  I love all of Jim Carey's funny movies, such as Liar Liar, Cable Guy, and Dumb and Dumber.  This one was fun too, not a favorite but a treat all through.  I knew it would be funny simply based on the concept which is saying "yes" to every opportunity one is offered.  It had a depth to it that was invigorating.  Basically it made the viewer think about how exciting it can be to jump out of one's normal routine and reactions to being asked to do things.  It also had a great soundtrack by the Eels.  I definitely recommend this movie.  Frankly I have not laughed so hard since I saw the movie Step Brothers last month.  If your idea of a good time is watching Jim Carey ride a motorcycle at top speed down a highway in a hospital gown with his bare ass hanging out, then this movie is for you!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints (FLDS)

Lately memoirs by ex- FLDS Mormon women have come into vogue due to the media attention surrounding the removal of the children that took place a few months ago (The children were ultimately returned to the FLDS land.).  Within the past few months, I have read three memoirs by ex-Mormon women, all of which were great books.

Shattered Dreams: My Life as a Polygamist's Wife
by Irene Spencer

Stolen Innocence: My Story of Growing Up in  a Polygamous Sect, Becoming a Teenage Bride, and Breaking Free of Warren Jeffs
by Elisa Wall


Escape by Carolyn Jessop

All of these books were beautifully written, full of spirit, fascinating, and heart-breaking.  

In Shattered Dreams, the author Irene is raised in polygamy, where she is brainwashed to believe that she is going to hell if she doesn't follow "The Principle."  Her mother tires of her alcoholic husband and leaves polygamy entirely.  Sadly Irene can't think outside of what she has been taught and marries into polygamy as a teenager.  Her relatives pressure her into it, and she also does not want to go to hell.  Her husband Verlan is one of the better polygamous husbands.  He doesn't beat her, doesn't rape her, and has a generally good heart.  She is his second wife and within the relationship, he attains more than seven wives, and she has thirteen children.  

The interesting twist to this book is that the family moves to Mexico in order to "live freely" in polygamy.  Verlan is from Mexico, so he gets to be amongst his family members.  For Irene the move makes for a much harder life for her because she is living a primitive, isolated existence.  In addition to not wanting her daughter to be polygamous, Irene's mother had warned Irene not to marry into Verlan's family due to the family having a genetic propensity towards "insanity."  It was nearly like a horror movie when Irene arrived in her new home in Mexico to find that she was living in a dirt hut on an impoverished farm amongst relatives of Verlan's some of whom seemed to be unmedicated schizophrenic people.  Check please!

 Now these Mormon women are incredibly hard-working survivalists.  On the one hand, it is admirable how many skills they have in taking care of themselves and their families.  On the other hand, it is just sad.  No one should have to live that deprived of an existence, particularly when children are involved.  What I've noticed in these memoirs is the phenomenon of some Mormon women simply going out of their minds.  They just can't take the absolute horror of FLDS life for women, and so they snap.  One such women in this book who literally lost her mind was then forced to live in a small hut with bars and no roof where she would lick the walls and rant about what she had endured.  Irene would visit this woman and bring her a flower and give her some attention.  Irene was so alone that she found companionship in this woman.  Sadly she didn't consider how years down the road she would narrowly avoid this fate herself.  

Irene's husband took wives as young as fourteen, and generally the wives were kind and good people.  I noticed in the memoirs that whatever the character of the husband was usually corresponded to the character of the whole family.  Irene's family was the best of all the families I read about in regard to caring for one another.  And yet it was still horrific by nature of how the FLDS works.  Verlan and his wives would be sent out to earn money but not for the family, mainly for the church.  Thus Irene, for instance, was left for months at a time caring for twenty-five children on her own.  She was given approximately twenty dollars per week to survive on.  There was no electricity or running water either.  And she did this for twenty-eight years before having a total nervous breakdown and leaving.  Can you imagine?

The family also lived in Nicaragua where the children all had worms living inside them and open wounds from insect infestation.  Irene would share a bed with four of her kids and her feet would hang off the end.  She would have children without medical care, and her body began to deteriorate.  I noticed that still-births and repeat miscarriages seem very common in FLDS culture.  Women have horrendous nutrition, no medical care, work constantly, and have little rest.  There are rituals for dead babies that are a part of Mormon culture and happen all too often.  Dorothy Allison wrote a short piece of nonfiction about her family and relatives called "A River of Names."  In this she wrote about how in the abusive and neglected community in which she grew up, people died for all number of reasons much more frequently than is ordinary.  Similarly, in the FLDS culture, I read how often kids, wives, and babies die.  One of Irene's little children fell through the rickety boards in the outhouse and nearly drowned in the waste.  Many children are not known to exist by the government, so the deaths go unrecorded.  Physically and mentally challenged children are always registered, however, because the members of FLDS get higher welfare rates for children with special needs.  Because of this much coveted benefit from having a child with special needs, it is celebrated when a child is born who has problems.  Children with seizure disorders and other conditions associated with marrying and having children within the genetics of one's family are, of course, prominent. 

Irene's turning point is when she decides to have her tubes tied.  This is a sin of huge proportions in the FLDS church.  She does it without permission in a hospital in Mexico because her body is falling apart, and she just cannot bare to continue to be pregnant at all times and to go through home births.    Despite her having given Verlan thirteen children, he is disgusted with her decision to go against "The Principle."  In her early thirties now and aware that she will no longer be able to have sex again due to sex outside of procreation being forbidden, Irene descends into madness, having lived on the edges of it for quite some time.  She begins to have panic attacks, attempts suicide, and neglects her children.  Mental health care is forbidden and so she lives in a chronic state of deep depression, anxiety, and psychosis.  And this is when she sees the light, that no hell could be worse than what she is living now, and she leaves.


In Stolen Innocence Elisa is forced to marry her first cousin who she can't stand when she is only fourteen years old.  She is from a family in which the father was ambivalent about polygamy.  I've found in the books that for a woman to take the incredible step of leaving a cult with all of her children she generally has one parent who is questioning of "the Principle."  In Elisa's family her father's ambivalence trickles down to many of his children.  Elisa's brothers are one by one kicked out of the church, for asking too many questions and for being competition for all the older men who want wives.  These boys are referred to amongst ex-Morons as "the lost boys."  This refers to the phenomenon whereby in order to keep the population balanced with many wives for each man, extra young men (teenagers) are dropped off on the side of the highway like trash.  Elisa describes her pain as she loses one protective brother after another.

Questioning children are also sent to FLDS groups in freezing regions of other countries where they are allowed to sleep only a few hours each night, are nearly starved, and are forced to perform slave labor all day and night.  This continues until the children realize that they should feel lucky and grateful to have the life they do within the FLDS community from which they came.  They are then sent back with the threat of this punishment for questioning hanging over them.

Elisa is given a necklace by her father whom she loves, and she wears it to school.  Warren Jeffs calls her into his office, humiliates her, and has her throw the necklace into the trash.  Warren Jeffs uses school to further the FLDS teachings and eventually decides that home schooling is the way to go.  In addition, books are forbidden, as are CDs, and any possessions not having to do with FLDS.  I'd go nuts!

Eventually Elisa's father is excommunicated from the church and Elisa is placed in a family with her mother's new husband, an unkind man who is high up within the church.  This is when she is forced to marry her cousin.  She begs Warren Jeffs, the "Prophet," not to make her marry this man, but he tells her it is God's decision.  Elisa goes into the marriage not knowing how babies are made or what sex involves.  She begs her mother to explain it to her before she is faced with going to bed with an older man but her mother insists that within FLDS beliefs the husband will show her what sex is.  Elisa makes it be known to her husband that she can't stand him and doesn't want him to touch her (she's fourteen and terrified), and so he begins to rape her every night.  

Elisa goes to Warren Jeffs again to beg for him to annul the marriage but he refuses.  He also chastises her husband for not controlling his wife.  Due to fear of Elisa going to Warren again to complain, Elisa's husband doesn't protest when Elisa begins to drive her husband's car to a field at night and sleep there instead of with her husband.  Amidst all of this, Elisa has repeated miscarriages.  As a teenage girl sleeping alone in her car she is at times approached by the police who end up doing nothing for her because they are also in the FLDS.  One night she is approached by an ex-Mormon man who sees her situation and befriends her.  Eventually she develops romantic feelings towards him and leaves the FLDS.  She also successfully testifies in court against Warren Jeffs, who is found to have been sexually abusing boys in addition to forcing young teenagers into marriage.  I could not get through these books if I didn't know that there was an escape at the end.


Escape by Carolyn Jessop was my favorite of the books I read.  It is a suspenseful page turner.  Carolyn is in the most abusive situation of all the women I've read about, and she takes an incredible risk in leaving with all eight of her children.  Women are not allowed to leave with their children, and police who find women and their children leaving return them home because the police in the community are part of the FLDS.  There really is little chance of escape, and after women escape they are stalked by the FLDS.  

Carolyn grows up with a cold, absent father and a severely depressed mother who beats her terribly.  Her only "fun" is the game in the fields that she is allowed to play with other children in which they pretend that the world is ending, and only the Mormons are allowed to go to Heaven.  When she becomes a teenager she is married off to an evil man with mean wives and two wives who have already been driven insane.  She is made to work in a dangerous motel in another state, is separated from her children, is stalked by one of the Motel residents, and is earning money that goes only to the Church.

At home life is even worse.  Children are beaten, wives are vicious towards one another, and she spends all day trying to survive and to keep her kids alive.  She has a child with intensive special needs and is given permission to go to the hospital in order to keep him alive.  Her time spent with her son at the hospital is what opens her mind to a world outside of polygamy.  She has been brainwashed within the FLDS to believe that anyone who is not a member of the FLDS is evil and hates her.  This is reinforced by others' reaction to her layers of long, old-fashioned clothing that she is forced to wear and hair that is not allowed to be cut.  People stay away from "pligs" as they're called by those not in the FLDS who live in the same area.  However at the hospital, she is treated so kindly by workers who are not in the FLDS that she becomes to question whether the outside world is really out to get her.

She leaves in the middle of the night and is chased but manages to make it out.  She stays with a family not associated with FLDS who she met through her work.  However, the FLDS people continue to pursue her.  She develops a severe flu that continues and wears her down as she attempts to take care of eight children in a tiny trailer that she eventually secures.  With mental health intervention, she learns that she has severe PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), not the flu, and she slowly does what she needs to do to recover.  As if out of the movies, she attends a class and meets a doctor who falls in love with her and she him, and he takes her in as well as all of her children.  Finally she is free and happy.


These books are inspiring in a feminist way.  They show how certain women defy all odds and create an entirely new life for themselves and their children.  I wish that the abuse within the FLDS church were taken more seriously.  Books like these can only help the cause.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Movie Review: Rachel Getting Married

Last weekend Cindy/BB and I were having a quiet Saturday at home, and I suggested we go to a movie.  We have radically different tastes (think "W"=BB and "Quarantine"=Jennifer) so we settled on Rachel Getting Married.  Our great friend Hope did not like the movie and wanted someone to discuss it with and that seemed as good a reason as any to choose it.  So BB got in the shower to prepare but got stalled afterwards.  I found her sitting at the computer in boxers and a sports bra.  I joked, "Honey, you can't go out in that.  It's in the 50's!"  Without missing a beat, she deadpanned, "And I'm in my fifties."  

We did make it out the door eventually, going to Lincoln Plaza Cinemas on the Upper West Side to see the movie.  We ordered the tickets ahead of time on a credit card which was lucky because the movie was sold out.  That makes a movie good automatically seeing the "sold out" headline and watching others get turned away.  Suddenly there is a feeling of being special.  We got in line for our popcorn (what my mom refers to as the real reason to go to any movie).  This theater is full of UWS older Jews and the concession stand even sells smoked salmon (never great for sitting next to in the theater).  When we got into the theater itself, the only seats left that were together were front row.  I had forgotten my glasses so this was actually good for me.

The movie started out better than it finished, in my opinion.  As it progressed, it seemed to get too excited about itself, and the scenes became more pretentious.  The star of the movie is Kym (played by Anne Hathaway), a young woman who accidentally killed her little brother when she was young because she was out driving with him when she was high.  Now she's in and out of rehab and on her way to her sister's wedding.

This movie was written by Jenny Lumet, and I read some interviews of her regarding the script.  She comes from an interracial family (with a number of famous people including Lena Horne, Sidney Lumet, and a few others).  The couple getting married is also interracial.  Rachel (the bride) is Caucasian, and the groom is African American.  In the movie there are also a few Asian people present throughout the rehearsal events.  BB got caught up in wondering who the Asian people were, so it may interest her to know that Jenny addressed that in one of her interviews, explaining that she had a few Asian cousins in her family.  She said that one of the things she has loved about her family and that she wanted to present in the movie is ethnic diversity without explanation. 

My favorite scene in the movie was the scene in which toasts were being given at the rehearsal dinner.  The awkwardness, strangeness, and forced love mixed with real love that we experience during such toasts was captured well.  This was a movie that was very focused on verbal exchanges in a dark, intense, chaotic, conflict-laden, at times thought-provoking way.  I'm a fan of this style of movie (lots of talk with not much real action), often seen in Woody Allen's great films, such as Hannah and her Sisters, Manhattan, and Husbands and Wives.  In reviews "Rachel Getting Married" is often compared with the movie "Margot at the Wedding," another dark chick flick with a borderline personality disordered woman at its center.  Reviews have described "Rachel..." as the better of the two movies but, while I liked both, I was a lot more fond of Margot at the Wedding."  It was less pretentious, more down-to-earth, and I could identify with more of the characters.  It was also lighter, funnier, and made more sense to me.

In interviews Jenny Lumet has said that the character of the father is based in part on her own father (Sidney Lumet).  In the movie whenever anyone is upset the father offers them a sandwich, and he is obsessive about loading the dishwasher.  Jenny said that these are taken right from her own experience growing up with her father.  There is an extended scene involving the dishwasher in the movie, and frankly I thought I'd pass out from boredom.  The other scene that I'm sure many others enjoyed but which I didn't involved a loooonnnngggg musical/dancing scene at the reception of the wedding, filled with "beautiful" and "multicultural" performances and guests enjoying themselves.  Oy vey.  I was so bored I was thinking of going into the lobby for some smoked salmon (Just kidding about the salmon.).  

In interviews Jenny said that she wanted to show an amazing, interesting wedding so that people wouldn't over-identify in a positive way with Kym, the rehab fuck-up,  often almost ruining the wedding.  She said that had the wedding been seen as formal and plain that she would not have been able to capture how Kym was both a character with whom to empathize but also one who was causing upset in a truly beautiful event.  

I very much identified with Kym, the one in the family who is full of drama and always turning the attention on herself.  I saw my brother in Rachel, who missed out on her parents' attention because she was too much of a good girl.  

I liked how the movie captured the weird feelings of family members drawn together for an event such as a wedding, a funeral, or a parent's illness.  By drawn together, I don't necessarily mean it in a positive way.  It just is what happens during life's big events.  It reminded me of the good movie "The Savages" in which a brother and sister come together as adults to place their father in a nursing home.  It's always such an indescribable feeling to be faced with a big life event and to be spending such extended time with family members who we so often avoid spending prolonged time with in our everyday life.

All in all, the progressively overly dramatic scenes made me think of the so often ineffective yet manipulative emotion jerking elements of chick flicks, but I'd take this movie over "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" any day!

*To find out what type of cuisine we had for dinner afterwards, please go to the "Comments" for this special bonus information.

Friday, July 22, 2005

Theme Song Meme

Apparently I've been tagged by two different people on a meme to give theme songs to blogs so here goes:

The Skating Nurse's Blog: Pandora's Box

I chose two songs, both by Book of Love, for Sk8's blog. Let's just hope she doesn't HATE the band Book of Love. The first is a song about masturbation, and I chose it because of Sk8's penchant towards the erotic, particularly her exploration of sexuality.

I Touch Roses by Book of Love

"If you think I'm magical
cause roses bloom with my touch
thats mathematical
I think you think too much
I touch roses
If you try to talk with me
if you try to copy my
pocket full of poses
you still can't touch my roses
I touch rosesI touch roses
I touch rosesI touch roses
If you think I'm magical
cause roses bloom with my touch
but magics just not practical
I think you think too much
I touch roses"

The second song, Boy, is a song I listened to over and over as a teenager as it exemplified my feeling of not fitting into the mold with my own sense of gender/sexual identity. Sk8 writes great posts about going dancing and how she has intrigueing encounters with men. I also think that her skateboarding is subversive, reminding me of the delightful line in the song: I want to be where the boys are.

Boy by Book of Love

"I want to be where the boys are
but I'm not allowed
I wait outside of the boy's bar
I wait for them to all come out

I'm not a

It's not my fault
that I'm not a boy
it's not my fault
I don't have those toys

I'm not a

And now it's alright
without those boys
I stay at home at night
and I play with my toys

I'm not a

Debra's Endangered Blog

I chose "Being Green" as Debra's theme song because she works in biology. She's smart and unusual, as is her blog. She is having a tough summer being green but all of us are routing for her!

Bein Green by Sesame Street/Kermit the Frog

"It's not that easy bein' green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that

It's not easy bein' green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
Not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky

But green's the color of Spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like an ocean
Or important like a mountain
Or tall like a tree

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why
But why wonder, why wonder?
I am green and it'll do fine
It's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be"

P.F. Flyer's Blog (one of two)

I chose this song for P.F. on impulse or instinct or both. Her blog has an air of melancholy, wit, humor, and otherworldliness. Also it is beautiful, just like this song. Also, P-f misses her son, but that is a personal issue.

Cats in the Cradle by Harry Chapin

"My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you'

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw', I said 'Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, 'That's ok'
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, 'I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him' "

Monday, July 11, 2005

Movie Review: The Talent Given Us

David (my bro) and Eli (our friend) and I went to see this part doc, part improv movie called "The Talent Given Us." It's filmed by the son/brother in a family, and the characters are the mother, father, the two sisters and some cameos by family friends and strangers. They go on a road trip from nyc to LA, and the movie is the journey. Well, I'll just cut to the chase and tell you that I absolutely loved this movie. You must see it!