Old Designers Never Die...

Goil Amornvivat, who introduces himself as “Hi I’m Goil! Like gargoyle!”, was one of my favourite designers on Bravo's lame Top Design (which I hear they are mistakenly bringing back for another series), even if he cracked under pressure. His ideas always struck me as so completely innovative and, for lack of a better term, freakin’ cool.
I’ve also recently spotted Goil on TLC’s Trading Spaces. He really has lasting power in the industry, which I think qualifies him as “fabulous.” I’m not going to lie; if Bravo gave Goil his own show, I would totally watch it.
I'm glad he's landed on television again in a design capacity. As far as I know, he's the only one from the original Top Design that acquired such a deal. And even though this will make me sound like I'm a thug from Jersey, "You go, Goil!"

Project Runway Finalists

So the producers of the show have done it again - rather than narrow the group of 15 or so down to three (as they say they will throughout the run of the show), they've selected 4 finalists. This time, though, Lady Seal says that two of the contenders will have to duke it out before the Big Show at Fashion Week by showing their top three looks to the judges. THEN, the judges will decide who gets to be in the runway show.

Right. Like they would ask someone to put an entire line together and NOT let him show at Fashion Week. Perhaps BRAVO won't air the fourth show on television, but trust - all four will show at Bryant Park.

The contenders: Rami, Christian, Jillian, and Chris.

The three who will be televised: Rami, Christian, and Jillian.

The winner: Rami, third. Christian, second. Jillian, first.

Even though Christian is the most talented, he will get second place, as is the tradition of the show. The most creative people always gets second place: Kara Saun, Daniel and Uli.

Wait two weeks and see if I'm not right. 'Cause I will be. I'm as sure of this as I am sure that Ricky will cry, Jack will camp it up, and Elisa will imbue the upholstery with the energy of the Goddess of Ghindy (God, I can't wait for the reunion show!)

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Jetman

Forget everything I've ever said about loving The BF. Because it's all been replaced by hate*. Hate - because he has challenged me to Jetman on Facebook. And I have become completely addicted. I came home form work late last night, around 8:45pm (I have those nights sometimes). After walking in the door and making myself a sandwich, I commenced to spending the next 4 hours playing Jetman.


So far, my high score is 721. Impressive, you think, until you see The BF's high score of 3799. Suddenly my 721 is laughable. I can't figure out how in the world he got such a high score!? This game is supposed to be a stress reliever, but it seems to have the opposite effect on me. I need a Xanax after I play a few rounds.

*okay, I don't really hate him, but I'm gonna give him such a pinch when I see him.

My Addiction

I'm obsessed with Fiber One Chewy Bars. Simply put, these are, hands down, the BEST bars to hit shelves in as long as I can remember. The nutritionals are more than on target (140 calories, 4g fat and a whopping 9 grams of fiber!), but the taste is what really gets me. They're ooey, gooey, sticky, crunchy and chocolatey. In fact, I think they taste better than any candy bar out there (yes, even you, 3Musketeers). I could probably do without the 10g of sugar in each bar, but with all the other good stuff, it's easy to overlook this one flaw.

And, in case you were wondering, there's no sign of Fiber One cereal (or anything that looks or tastes remotely like it) in this bar. Weird, but I couldn't care less.

Overall Score: 10!!! Run to the market and buy up these bars ASAP. Before I do.

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Winter is hitting Chicago hard this year. Last year, the city received 150 complaints about potholes on city streets. This year, so far, the city has received 6,300 complaints. With a snowstorm dropping down every 4 days or so, the City has practically blown through its snow removal budget, having spent $14 million of its $18 million budget.

As of 11:59pm last Friday, Chicago had only 11 minutes of sunlight during the month of February. Yesterday, even though the sun finally came out, the temperature was -4 at 10AM. Factoring in Chicago's famous wind chill factor, the weather, at times, dropped to -28 degrees. The couple of times I've watched "Climbing Mt. Everest"-type shows, I'd listen to the climbers talk about how they were feeling. But it's unbelievable until you actually experience it:

All exposed skin hurts, like it's being stuck with pins.
It hurts to breathe; the cold air constricting your lungs.
Even standing up, it feels like there is a 100lb weight on your chest.
Your eyes water.
The mucus in your nose freezes immediately.
Your mouth goes dry instantly.
You become aware that you blink.
A tee shirt, thermal shirt, sweater, hooded sweatshirt, and pea coat aren't nearly enough.

Just standing at the bus stop this morning made me wonder why anyone would purposely subject himself to this and much, much worse just for fun?
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It's A Quiet Thing*

When it all comes true
Just the way you planned,
It's funny but the bells don't ring.
It's a quiet thing.

I always thought when the day came, it would be a momentous experience for me. A big, proud achievement that I would shout from the rooftops that would somehow miraculously prove something to me - even though I have no idea what that "something" would be. But the day came and went, and there was no miraculous revelation.

When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You think you'd hear a choir sing.
But it's a quiet thing.

There was no crossing days out on the calendar; no looming countdown; no huge celebration. But one day, sometime back in early to mid-December, some day that I haven't even really pinpointed yet, The BF became the longest relationship of my life. And it never even occurred to me.

There are no exploding fire works.
Where's the roaring of the crowd?
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds?

And I think - no, I know - it's because this relationship is something completely different than anything I've experienced before in my life. It's the easiest thing I've ever done; it's almost as simple as just being there. So without the fanfare and all the hoopla, comfortable peace came into my life - like it's always been there. Because I just adore him.

But I don't hear the drums.
I don't hear the band.
The sounds I'm told such moments bring. . .

Happiness comes in on tiptoe.
Well, what do you know ?
It's a quiet thing.
A very quiet

thing...

*Music: John Kander, Lyrics: Fred Ebb

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Baby News

On Monday, the day after the NY Giants beat the undefeated New England Patriot's in Super Bowl XLII, Pats players Tom Brady and Randy Moss both pulled out of this Sunday's Pro-Bowl game.

Brady's been cited recently as having a sore ankle, but I think the term "sore loser" is more appropriate. No actual reasons were given for either player, but it sure sounds like someone took his toys and stomped home. Message boards all over the internet are filled with people who can see right through this. Brady and Moss are paid to do a job, and because the outcome didn't go their way, they're opting not to do the work their job requires.

Let's see now, if I didn't like the way something was going at work, and then decided that I just didn't want to go to work anymore but still collect my paycheck . . . . . . yeah, that would never happen. But then again, my weekly paycheck isn't $280,000 either. That must be the difference.

This Year In Politics

Last year in politics, the catchphrase that we heard constantly was "retail politics". That was pretty much all you heard about; this year I have yet to hear these words uttered in any campaign. This year, I am actually hearing two new phrases that begin many speeches and harangues given by politicians: "look" and "you know".

"Look" as in "look, this is how it is..." and "you know" as in "you know, he doesn't know what he's talking about". I personally find both of these phrases to be condescending. I don't like them. They also tend to begin to answer a question that was never asked by way of changing the subject or diverting the issue.

I watched Late Edition with Wolf Blitzer on CNN on Sunday morning, and I counted a combined total usage of "look" and "you know" by 4 guest politicians 17 times. Is this something learned in business class, or just something you pick up when you cross the threshold to the Capitol building?

Look, someone needs to stop this habit.
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Fingered

I never thought I would write about something as banal as a cut on my finger, but here it is. I cut my finger, or more specifically, my right index finger, pointer finger, forefinger, digitus secundus, or even digitus II, if you will.

The cut is on the inside of the top knuckle, or more specifically, along the collateral ligament (see how much you're learning?). And for the most part, it's no big deal - except for the fact that I seem to use that particular point on that particular finger for absolutely everything. Normal, everyday tasks come to a halt so I can re-grip: holding a utensil, shaving, brushing my teeth, tying my shoes. Even clicking my computer mouse makes me blanch.

About the only thing my finger is good for right now is pointing, which I couldn't do if I lived in the Ukraine because they consider it a sign of rudeness. So until it heals, I'll just have to do everything with my middle finger - which will probably be cause for another blog entry.
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[Not So] Super Monday

Poor Monday.

This must be a difficult year for February 4th. Being a Monday is never easy, but in 2008, being Monday, February 4th must feel particularly inept in the grand scheme of things. Why? Because it's sandwiched between Super Sunday's Super Bowl and Super Tuesday's 20 primary elections - two huge days in American history. To make matters even worse, these are not the only important days in the week. Here's the breakdown:

• Friday, February 1st - Start of Black History Month in US; LGBT History Month in the UK.
• Saturday, February 2nd - National Groundhog Day
• Sunday, February 3rd - Super Bowl Sunday
• Monday, February 4th - ...
• Tuesday, February 5th - Super Tuesday elections
• Wednesday February 6th - Ash Wednesday
• Thursday, February 7th - Chinese New Year

Almost every day in a week is "super" for some reason. But nothing will come of Monday. It is a lull in the proverbial storm. But I guess it's all in the way you look at it. For perhaps it's the fact that nothing happening on Monday could be what actually makes it special.

Because, after all, when everything is super, then nothing is.
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Candidate Matching Quiz

This is admittedly a shocker. I've never even considered Bill Richardson, not that it even matters anymore. But personally, I am still a Hillary fan.

71% Bill Richardson
70% Barack Obama
70% Chris Dodd
69% Hillary Clinton
69% John Edwards
66% Joe Biden
64% Dennis Kucinich
62% Mike Gravel
46% Rudy Giuliani
43% Mitt Romney
38% John McCain
35% Tom Tancredo
35% Fred Thompson
28% Mike Huckabee
28% Ron Paul

http://www.gotoquiz.com/candidates/2008-quiz.html">2008
Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

Blizzard

Last night between the hours of 7:30-9:00, a blizzard happened upon Chicago. I say it this way because we entered the Lookingglass Theatre to see Hephaestus last night around 7PM and we exited the theatre around 9:15 to a completely different looking city. Essentially, it looked like this:



We got lucky that our bus came right away. However, while running toward the bus, I slipped on some ice and The BF turned around just in time to see me slam face first into the side of the bus. I gots class, see!

And btw - Hephaestus is very cool. Performers from the Wallenda Family, Ringling Bros. and Cirque du Soleil join forces in this show about Greek God Hephaestus who, after popping out of the womb a weakling, is cast out of the heavens by his mother, Hera (like she should judge - she married her brother after all). Landing in the sea, Hephaestus went on to become a steel-welding artist. Circus, theatre, music and dance make for a very entertaining show. It's a 4 Stars Must-See, I say.

Miss America Sucks

Caught a little of the 2008 Miss America Pageant over the weekend. It seems the Miss America Corporation has been spending a lot of time, money, and effort trying desperately to revamp the Miss America image to re-attract a waning public and reach out to younger viewers. My opinion:

Hated it!

The pageant was the finale to a several weeks-long reality show called Miss America Reality Check where all 52 girls (including Miss DC and Miss Virgin Islands) all lived in a house for a few weeks and tried in vain to update their traditional big-haired, over made-up, mega-sequined, toothy selves. They had makeovers, practiced new walking techniques, even attempted question & answer sessions - each attempt a struggle to recreate Miss America into a contemporary young role model.

You know who ended up being crowned Miss America? The contestant who was probably the most big-haired, over made-up, maxi-sequined, toothy blonde: Kirsten Haglund from Michigan. Her evening gown looked like Liberace's drapery shears.

Hated it!

Her talent? I think she sung "Over the Rainbow", but she went flat so many times, it was hard to tell - what you could hear of it anyway (for an aspiring Broadway performer, she's got a pretty weak upper register). Kirsten was probably the most traditional looking candidate of the group. In one fell swoop, the 7 judges undid what an entire corporation was struggling to achieve. I don't think Michigan's gown was the prettiest, nor, certainly, was she the most talented. She won on looks, because she LOOKS like Miss America - like Miss America has ALWAYS looked.

But enough about her. Back to the pageant itself. The host this year was Mark Steines from Entertainment Tonight, who was either very nervous or just sucks at live television. He dropped more lines than T-Mobile. He was frequently awkward and horrible at ad-libbing. Yeah yeah yeah, he's married to a former Miss America. Yippee-freaking-skippy. So as a host?

Hated it!

And you know what else sucked? The entire pageant.

The field of contestants was narrowed down from 52 to 15. Oops, excuse me, 16. The judges chose 15. The happy thumb-jockeys at home chose one additional. So can you guess which one the judges are not going to move along as one of the 10 semi-finalists? Yep - the one they didn't choose in the first place.

And the judges actually didn't move 10 women into the semi-finals. They chose the 6 who would NOT advance. Steines was mucho apologetic and griped several times about how he hates his job, and then announced one by one the 6 women who were eliminated. Example:

Steines: And here's why I hate my job so much - to have to do this. The next contestant who will not be moving ahead and will have to pick up the shattered pieces of her life and move on . . .(dramatic pause) . . . Miss Minnesota.

Entire audience: AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[insert Debbie Downer music here]

It gets better.

The just-cut semi-finalists don't get to go backstage and cry a little. No, no. That's too traditional. Instead, they get to stay on stage and join the other losers on risers and sit there throughout the rest of the show. And to add insult to injury, Clinton Kelly from TLC's What Not To Wear is over there to cheer them up and give them doughnuts.

What nuts??

Doughnuts.

He called it a carb fix, which is not to imply that any of the contestants could possibly have an eating disorder.

The whole thing looked like a high school production. With the exception of adding a DJ to spin all the music on stage (what intern thought THAT up?), there was nothing modern about the pageant. Beauty (oops, sorry . . . Scholarship) pageants have been losing popularity steadily for the last several years. In a world of video games, Wii's, Playstations and X-boxes, pageants just aren't interesting anymore. The whole thing is sexist and degrading and frankly I'm shocked it's been around as long as it has. I originally started watching the reality show because I love a good cat fight. But these women are all so polite and polished, it was more like watching 52 Rebecca's on Sunnybrook Farm.

Miss America's years are numbered. I doubt it's around in 2013.

Dop's Favourite New Magnet From . . . Kerry

At the airport the day after Christmas, The BF and I were sharing holiday stories and showing gifts when he looked at me and said, "Kerry sent you something."

Kerry is The BF's older sister. After hearing of each other for more than two years, Kerry and I finally got to meet last July when The BF and I attended the wedding of his college friend. Kerry is, for all intents and purposes, The BF in female format: cute, friendly, funny and intelligent with a goofy side. Basically, I loved her immediately.

So I opened up the gift she had sent along and this is what I got:

Kerry made it with her own little hands. It's a magnet of my favourite president, complete with stove pipe hat, beard, eyelids and - yes - mole! The BF has made a habit of getting me magnets whenever he/we travel someplace. And each one obtains a highly-coveted space on the fridge with a "DOP'S FAVORITE NEW MAGNET FROM KEVIN" designation. However, ol' Abe deserves a special spot of appreciation with his very own signage, recognizing his creator.

I've still no idea how she did it - but I'm pleased as punch that he greets me every morning at breakfast.

Heath Ledger - RIP

Sure didn't see this coming. Truly a shame.

Museum of Science & Industry

We went to the Museum of Science and Industry today. There's one word to describe it: janktastic. As in, the place is janky. As in, the place needs a major overhaul. As in, major. I've never really been one interested in science or industry; things like agriculture and energy have just never interested me. So I was hoping that a visit to a museum - this museum of which I had heard so much - might sway me. But it didn't.

Some of the displays look to be around 30 years old. And even the displays that were newer seemed to be designed by the visual merchandiser of Dollar General. Many displays weren't even open (they were being overhauled for my "visual pleasure"), which could be why the museum is offering free admission for about 10 days. If you go now, you won't see much. And what you will see, looks like a bad 8th grade science project.

The U-505 Submarine tour was sold out for the day by 11:30 AM. The airplane tour, Idea Factory, ice cream factory, and coal mine tour were closed. The wait for the Pioneer Zephyr was 1 hour. The fairy castle (which seems to be a huge exhibit according to the MSI website) is merely a large dollhouse crammed into a tiny, dark room. The Earth Revealed exhibit is great, but only if you are seated in one exact location in the circular theater. The food court couldn't hold the number of people who chose to eat there; people were standing with trays waiting for tables to clear.

I'd never really wanted to go inside the museum, I guess, but rather see the outside of the building itself. MSI is the last vestige from the Columbian Exposition's World's Fair of 1893, which is really the most fascinating fact about MSI. Back then, it's name was the Palace of Fine Arts, and it's stood at its same location for the past 115 years or so. The only building to outlast the White City, imagine what it could say if its walls could talk.

And if they could, I'm sure they'd have something alot more interesting to say that what's being housed inside it today.
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One Letter Off

I see stuff like this and I realize how uncreative I am. I had friends in college who could instantly substitute one letter for another and make an otherwise normal, boring phrase into something witty. Here's one person's crack at it:


There's a website devoted to this and other kinds of Photoshop tricks (but I love this one because I think "the actor Nicolas Cage" is a bit of a douchebag). Enjoy.
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Rosy Petechiae

Once when I went to my dentist in DC for a routine cleaning, I asked the hygienist, Melissa, if she could tell if a man was gay based on the inside of his mouth. She looked at me and smiled, then got up and checked the hallway before sitting back down beside me. Then she told me about rosy petechiae.

I said, "That actually sounds more like a drag queen".

"Funny," Melissa said, "but actually rosy petechiae is a cluster of dark circles that form on the roof of the mouth. They occur when the roof of the mouth has been worn down. It's mostly seen in babies who are nursing or on a bottle, or in children who suck their thumbs for long periods of time. But, honey, it can also show up in men who are sucking on something else, if you get my meaning."

I loved Melissa.

I told her I love this, but I would never be able to remember that name, so she wrote it down on the back of her card for me:


I especially love her post script.
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20 Weird English Words

1. Erinaceous - Like a hedgehog

2. Lamprophony - Loudness and clarity of voice

3. Depone - To testify under oath

4. Finnimbrun - A trinket or knick-knack

5. Floccinaucinihilipilification - Estimation that something is valueless.

6. Inaniloquent - Pertaining to idle talk

7. Limerance - An attempt at a scientific study into the nature of romantic love.

8. Mesonoxian - Pertaining to midnight

9. Mungo - A dumpster diver - one who extracts valuable things from trash

10. Nihilarian - A person who deals with things lacking importance (pronounce the ‘h’ like a ‘k’)

11. Nudiustertian - The day before yesterday

12. Phenakism - Deception or trickery

13. Pronk - A weak or foolish person

14. Pulveratricious - Covered with dust

15. Rastaquouere - A social climber

16. Scopperloit - Rude or rough play

17. Selcouth - Unfamiliar, rare, strange, marvelous, wonderful. For example: The List Universe is such a selcouth website!

18. Tyrotoxism - To be poisoned by cheese

19. Widdiful - Someone who deserves to be hanged

20. Zabernism - The abuse of military power or authority (hello, George W. Bush)

And now for my current favorite word:

Defenestrate - To throw out a window.

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Scariest Thing

This dude scared the shit outta me as a kid: