Pope Joan - a book review

And so I finally finished my latest book club historical fiction selection: Pope Joan by Donna Woolfolk Cross.

Its long, almost 400 pages.  While I thoroughly enjoyed the beginning with its strong sentiment of "I am woman hear me roar" it became somewhat laborious with its listings of ancient scrolls that were read and numerous characters with names I could hardly keep straight in my head.

The ending made me totally mad and almost sorry I even bothered to finish it. 

Side Effects - a movie review

And so this afternoon I went to see the star studded film, Side Effects, a story of how a depressed woman (Mara Rooney) under a doctor's care (Jude Law) is prescribed  antidepressants and things go horribly wrong.

Essentially I went to see this movie because on its face it seemed intriguing.  Then to cover myself, I cross referenced Rottentomatoes.com (my personal go to website for reviews) which gave it a respectable 85%.

With cherry twizzlers at the ready, this movie opens and slowly builds momentum.  A somewhat mild but intriguing suspenseful story with a clever plot twist or two that entertains but doesn't totally insult the intelligence of its audience.

One of the better movies I've seen as far as dramas go.  I give it 3 stars.  Oh and Catherine Zeta Jones is much better in this flick than I thought she'd be, Mara Rooney is outstanding.

Book reviews to come!

And so
              I've come to the realization that I'm attracted to things that are compelling.  Not sure that's the right wording.  You see, every year, after new years, I tell myself I'll read more.  And well, it never seemed to happen.  Until now.

So to compel myself to read more, I decided to join a book club.  How do I go about this?  I take a page out of a friend's book.  (Pun intended).  And I join a book club through Meetup.com.  (a website I highly recommend

This bookclub meets every two weeks, at a soup-and-sandwich-type of place.  Right now I'm on my second book and my reading speed has already picked up.

But, if I hadn't made the commitment to join the club, there would have been nothing compelling me to finish.  I mean honestly, whenever I'm reading a book, I'm not always able to delve into the storyline.  I'm usually too busy critiqueing what it is I'm reading rather than just enjoying it.

Now I seem to be doing abit of both. (Yeah me, way to multi-task) LOL.

And since I am a self-proclaimed 'culture vulture', it was about time I added another facet on subjects worth reviewing.

Currently, I'm reading "The Ages of Miracles" by Karen Thompson Walker.  .  Its an easy read so far.

 Review when I'm finished..........

NYC BALLET & FAILE - a day in the city

And so.............

           last weekend I had the opportunity to do something I've always wanted to do.  See Ballet in NYC.  Back in December my man took me to see the Nutcracker.........on Long Island.  I love my man and I love watching dance performances but it didn't feel like it was the real ballet experience that I'd hoped for.

Given my man had his quota of ballet, if I wanted more, it looked as if I'd go it alone.  And so I did.

I've gotten over my fear of doing things alone back when I was married and my ex made more excuses than I wanted to hear.

Anyhew, I found a performance (and reasonably priced ticket ) at The New York City Ballet in Lincoln Center.   

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http://www.nycballet.com 

My favorite piece was the Vienna Waltzes.  Such beauty and grace I thought I'd cry.  If you want abit of it feel free to watch

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 I especially enjoyed the live muuuuuuuusic.  Something that was missing from the Nutcracker performance.  As I sat in the theatre, the lights down low, I could hear the musicians fine tuning their instruments and all I could feel was glee.  How often I've taken for granted the ability to hear music.  

To experience the talent and skill that is transported from one human being to another.  They painstakingly learn and then rehearse until this one moment.  These musicians are the backdrop for the dance performance.  They set the stage and transfix the room by engaging and heightening our senses. 

I can still hear the violins in my head.

Also while at Lincoln Center I was able to see some artwork I'd been coveting for the last month.  The work of FAILE.

I learned about their work through the NYC Ballet website where the artwork of FAILE (which is an anagram for A LIFE) which is what the company was originally named until they learned the name was already taken.

They are very pop art-ish.  Think Litchenstein, think Frank Miller.  Gritty, urban, provocative, and fun!  They do alot of installation work and brought it to Lincoln Center to promote the New York City Ballet.

 

Awesome!  I love this (and want one in my house).  Here's the installation tower.

That tower is over 4 stories high.  Originally the outside of it was covered in mini blocks and the ticket buyers of the performance they used to promote the theatre were priviledged enough to take home one square apiece.  They advertised it as "the performance you take home with you."

Here's the interview.  It was worth watching.  

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And of course the best part.  It was all in NYC.

  
 And how can you beat that?

 

Django Unchained - a movie review

And so I went to see Django Unchained.  The latest offering from writer/director Quentin Tarantino.  Set in pre-civil war South, this is an underdog tale of how a slave turned bounty hunter sets off to avenge and reclaim his wife from a Mississippi slave owner.

Great performance from Christopher Waltz.

Deliciously rich with caricatures with an extra heaping of blood and gore with every bullet and crap of the whip.  As only Tarantino delivers.  Leave your political correctness at the door.  Not for the easily offended (lots of "N" word used).

Biting the birthday bullet

And so another birthday approaches. Groan.  Arrgh.  Muthaf*cka.

Okay, okay I know I should be appreciative of it, but there's something about my birthday that irks me.  I've yet to admit to myself what that might be.  

I've never had the best of luck on my birthday.  From early on growing up dirt poor in Brooklyn in a family rife with dsyfunction, there was disappointment at every turn.

As I grew older I mainly try to let it float by like a few dark clouds passing overhead.  But mainly what I feel like giving to my birthday is this: 

 

Especially as I grow older.  Next year is the big "50" and I'm hoping to do something that qualifies as momentous, but for now for this year, its pretty quiet and hopefully under the radar.

I also hate the time of year I'm forced to celebrate.  The Winter.  Blah, Its bleak and cold and my skin is drier than normal which makes me feel older.  How old?

Yep, that about sums up how it makes me feel.  

Last year my other half took me away to the Poconos and we had an awesome time together.  So I guess I should just reflect on that.    Also, having myself a pity party doesn't make things better because I mean getting older, really, what's my alternative?

 

I should remain grateful.  I just went to the doctor's yesterday and she gave me test results that indicate good blood pressure, normal ranges of cholesterol, etc etc.

I do have so many great things in my life worth celebrating every single day.  Yesterday me and my boy went and had some Thai food and he gave me a beautiful card.  Time spent with that small miracle of mine is priceless, it truly is.

And the other main reason I need to remain grateful and just celebrate is, next week is my brother's birthday and he isn't here to celebrate it.

And I wish he were.