The Fox Hole

30 Rox

2009-02-03T10:54:00.002+08:00

My first encounter with chocolate cake, circa 1980. Love at first bite!

Happy Groundhog Day!

2009-02-02T20:01:00.002+08:00

"When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter."

- Bill Murray, Groundhog Day

90 Years

2009-02-02T09:56:00.004+08:00

The number 9 is a thread constantly being rewoven into the fabric of my family. Any year ending in the number 9 has brought great things to us, especially the last year of each decade. Is it a coincidence that the number 9 is considered lucky in many cultures? For us it most certainly is.

Starting with my great, great-grandfather, Vilmos Lers, who was born in 1869, this streak of good fortune has repeated itself every 10 years on the number 9 up until this very moment. For instance, in 1969 my parents were married. After 10 years of trying to have children, they would have me in 1979. In 1989 we-- my parents, my sister (born, incidentally, one year on December 19th) and I-- returned home to the States after 4 successful years of living in Japan, the Land of the Rising Sun. Finally, in 2009, we exultingly inaugurated our 1st African American president, my parents celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary, I would turn 30 in February and my grandmother, Hortnezia Lers Pogany, would celebrate 90 years of living on January 28th, 2009. This brings me to that other great revival of the number 9 in our family's history, 1919, the year in which my grandmother was born.

Hortenzia Lers entered this world in Budapest, Hungary-- the youngest child of Karoly Schwab and Hortenzia Lers. After being abandoned by their troubled parents, my grandmother, her sister and brother would be formally adopted by their maternal grandparents, Vilmos Lers and Elvira Reischl, the baron and baroness. Hortenzia and her siblings were reared lovingly from then on-- her sister would grow up to be Hungary's premiere stage and film actress and her brother a prominent lawyer. Hortenzia was set to become a nun when she met and fell in love with my grandfather, Andras Pogany. In 1942, they were married. In late 1956, with their 6 children in tow, they would escape the communist Russian occupation of Hungary through the country's western farmland into Austria under Soviet machine gun fire and the threat of the elements. Hortenzia and Andras would eventually bring their family to America to begin anew.

Through the 1960s, 70s, and 80s, they'd live the American Dream. They'd work desperately hard and they'd prosper. Hortenzia would learn English and get her Master's degree. Andras would get his American legal certification to practice law. They'd eventually send one of their children to Yale, another to Stanford and so on. They'd have 11 grandchildren. In 1992, Hortenzia and Andras would celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. A few years later, Andras would pass from this life without ever seeing his beloved homeland again, but he'd be proud of his decisions and the happy life they had afforded him.

Within the first 10 years of the 21st century, Hortenzia would see her grandchildren get married, become lawyers, engineers and accountants and see the birth of 2 great-grandchildren. She would celebrate her legacy as she'd turn 90-- 90 years of tough but blessed living.

My grandmother, the matriarch of our family, is the toughest 100 pound woman in the world. Her temperament and frail condition bespeak saintly deference and quiet introspection. But, there's no denying that under this muted veneer beats the heart of a lion that has clawed its way through war, the threat of poverty, hunger and even death to reach a place of elderly reflection. The truth is that her will is unbreakable.

My grandmother, Hortenzia Lers Pogany, has now lived on this planet for 90 years. Like many immigrants of her age and generation, she's a hero to her family. The web of life she's created with her body and her determination would literally not exist without her. This is how one woman can affect the lives and happiness of scores to follow her and, ultimately, change the world.

If she were writing this note, my grandmother would acknowledge her family as her life's greatest work. Because of this, I salute her on her 90th birthday and thank her for the way she has carried herself through 9 decades. Hers is, perhaps, the luckiest recurrence of the number 9 to all of us. God bless her.

Congratulations and thank you for 90 incredible years!

Love,

Roxie

The Dawn of a New Day

2009-01-20T19:06:00.002+08:00

40 Years

2009-01-17T15:21:00.011+08:00

My parents have been married longer than they ever were single. On January 18, 1969, he was 24 years old and she merely 21. Times were different back then. Couples didn’t generally live together for a decade before walking down the aisle. Marriage was expected, and even welcomed, for those in their early 20s, if not late teens… and not just for simple folk living lives under strict, conservative ideals.

My mom was from an upper middle-class, Hungarian immigrant family, living in suburban New Jersey; my dad from a working-class, Italian/Irish immigrant family in Oyster Bay, New York. They were educated and they were going places… he to graduate school in Chinese and Japanese language and literature, she finishing up her undergrad in Northern European Art History.

This was the time of free love-- of Hendrix, the Mamas and the Papas, Peter, Paul and Mary and the Yellow Submarine. Men were about to walk on the moon, Woodstock was just around the corner, Vietnam was still a daily horror, and while my parents were part of this 60s generation, in college, they were just “two nerds” coasting the wave of change as it crashed around them. While my father did preach peace at a rally in Cornell months later, he and my mother weren’t rebel hippies in January ’69. They were the boy and girl next door, living their lives as two love-struck nerds who happened to part of an explosive time. You could say they were the members of the 60s generation no one ever talks about ‘cause they weren’t burning bras and smoking weed, but rather hanging out in NYC‘s Chinatown and holding hands.

Mom and dad met a library, for god’s sake! Two weeks later, they were engaged. Six months later, they were married. Neither was afraid of commitment; they embraced it as two naïve kids who felt, without doubt, that this was the right decision.

On January 18, 1969, Alex DeAngelis and Ildiko Pogany became Mr. & Mrs. DeAngelis. For the next nine months, they’d live on the 3rd floor of my grandparents’ house in South Orange, New Jersey. From there, they’d move to Ithaca, New York so my father could attend yet another graduate school. After that, they’d settle in Washington DC where mom would get her law degree, dad would become a Fed and, ten years later, a fat, bald, angry baby would make them the happiest parents on earth. This moment was duplicated six ears later when another rotund baby girl would make the family a foursome.

Four years in Japan, several years in Northern Virginia and hundreds of trips up to New Jersey and New York are just some of what filled the lives of these two former imbecile kids who didn’t know what the hell they were getting into on January 18, 1969. And, yet, it would turn out to be the best decision of their lives. He still says that she has saved his life over and over again. She still says that he’s a person everyone should look up to for his kind heart. In their hearts and their actions, they’re still a couple of cheesy nerds who love each other.

Sure, they drive one another (and, I might add, their two girls) absolutely nuts. There has been yelling and eye rolling, door slamming and bouts of the silent treatment. But, really, they can’t live without each other and they wouldn’t want to.

Every morning since dad left retirement, mom goes down the list for him: “Do you have your keys? What about your cell phone? How about your glasses? Don’t forget your brief case! While you’re out, please mail these bills! We need cash to go grocery shopping! Did you take your pills??,” etc. It drives my father crazy and annoys him to no end. Yet, one morning when mom didn’t get up in time to send him off to work, he left the house without his keys and his glasses. He was locked out of the house and blind. When mom got home that evening, she asked, “What happened?” He responded that his day was a disaster because she hadn’t been around to help him prep in the morning, and he realized how much he depended on her to function. Vindication for mom, humility for dad, and they both smiled at each other and chuckled. This situation repeats itself often, even with roles reversed.

This is what 40 years of marriage can do to you, and, honestly, it’s not that bad. It’s not bad at all. It’s not that, “Oh, we’ll grow to hate and resent each other” and “I can’t believe I shackled myself to this ass for eternity” kind of deal, which is the attitude I think many today approach marriage with: negativity and dread. It’s a, “Hey, life’s tough and cruel sometimes, but it’s also wonderful, and we’re in it together and there’s no one on earth I’d rather share it with than you” partnership.

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I’m their first born daughter. I’ll be thirty in less than a month and I’ve never been in a relationship worth even a footnote in my history. But, I look at my parents and I don’t bemoan my perpetual state as a singleton, because I know that what they have is worth waiting for. For my parents, it came swift and early. They were lucky. For me, it’ll come at a tempered pace because I’m a product of my generation and that’s what’s been required of us in these strange, turn-of-the-century times. We’ll deal.

I raise a toast to many folks from generations past, like my parents, for their fervor and their approach to changes requiring hefty responsibility, with open arms and a smile.

I congratulate my parents on a successful partnership that they’ve nurtured through four decades of uncertainty. Whatever’s come down the pike, you’ve weathered it beautifully. There has been so much laughter, happiness and unconditional love. I admire you and I love you more than the world.

Happy 40th Wedding Anniversary! May what you have rub off on all of us facing the same challenges and blessings that marriage can bestow.

Love,

Roxie

The Loneliest Place on Earth

2008-11-16T22:46:00.014+08:00

I've decided there's no place on earth more lonely than an Olympic park once the games have ended and the world has gone home. So much effort and anticipation are poured into and Olympics on the scale of years and in the hopes of an entire host nation. Countdown clocks are erected all over the host city. As you drive home from work everyday you glance at the numbers dwindling down, not because you don't know how much time's left (you've memorized it at this point), but rather to experience sharing the same numbers with drivers around you, thinking, "It's coming! SO excited it's coming!!"

Then the games are finally here. They zip by in a super-stimulated tornado of excitement... and then they're gone. The park's empty, the clocks show "0," "00:00:00," and "00/00/00," and the space at the back of your mind that used to be filled with such glorious anticipation has been left vacant.

Standing at the Beijing Olympic venue was lonely, even though I was surrounded by so many tourists. It was lonely because there was no more purpose for the Bird's Nest; it was now, literally, an empty shell. The Water Cube was shut down, its lights turned off, to lie in locked-down stasis until it can be re-imagined as a water amusement park in years to come. The venue where Michael Phelps became the most decorated Olympic champion of all time is now a hollow building made of plastic and drained of the water that gave it its name.

Seeing Sydney's Olympic park at Homebush was an even lonelier experience. Not even tourists were interested in visiting the site anymore and it was only 2005 (just 5 years since the Sydney Games). I was one of a handful of folks spaced throughout the entire park one day in February (summer Down Under). How sad! How empty.

Are the games worth all the money and painstaking effort poured into their staging, despite the knowledge that once they've ended, a life's blood will be drained and their bodies will become a skeleton of 17 days that lived and breathed? When I put it that way, it sounds like life, except that our mortal bodies are assumed into the earth after we've gone. These Olympic structures stand through time as a reminder of the desire we share to connect with one another as human beings while we've the chance to live-- to assure we're never alone or lonely while we're on this earth. How ironic.

A Chinese Obamanon!

2008-11-06T11:36:00.004+08:00

What better way to celebrate my first blog post from Beijing than to dedicate it to the 44th President of the United States, Barack Obama!

The election of our new U.S. president has galvanized people of all colors and backgrounds throughout the world, creating a sense of shared humanity rarely experienced in our cynical, divided human experience. Exhibit A: I spent the morning and afternoon of November 5th at a Tex Mex pub, the Saddle Cantina, surrounded by American Obama-philes in liver-soaked jubilation (thanks to Stella Artois, Hoegaarden, champagne, vino and strawberry margaritas), and in the company of new Aussie, Mexican and Slovakian friends, all overcome with the enormity of the moment as CNN projected that Barack Obama would become the next President of the United States. Such a moment is indescribable, especially in light of the not-so-distant memory of segregation. We wanted this change. We NEEDED this change. Now we have it!

It means so much to us, but for the rest of the world, this moment is also victorious. Just witness an Australian tear up as people of many nationalities embrace, cheer, stand up on tables and proclaim joy for your country, chanting "YES WE CAN," and you will understand how great the United States of America can be and how proud you can feel to be an American.

We have all earned the new puppy we're bringing to the White House on January 20th, 2009.

James McAvoy

2008-02-29T02:22:00.002+08:00

No shit, I am one lucky bitch! I took this photo of James McAvoy eating lunch with his wife, Anne-Marie Duff, and a friend on Santa Monica Pier, the day after the Oscars. It's kizmet, folks. After all, I could have run into Chuck Norris or Steven Segal, for God's sake... Wait a minute, I DID actually see Steven Segal the day before on Ocean Ave. in Santa Monica! No joke.

I did not bother McAvoy as he walked by me minutes earlier, but I did take covert photos. If you know me, you know how much I adore this guy. He and Larry David are the two people I dreamed of running into... and look: one down, one to go! Totally unreal that I was in the right place at the right time. I could have missed him by a minute if I hadn't decided to turn around and head back down the pier at that moment.

I am proud of myself for letting him be because I imagine that's what I'd want if I were that famous and were out to lunch with loved ones on a lazy afternoon.

I saw him, I photographed him and I am still on cloud nine! Thank you, James & Anne-Marie!

B.A. Baracus... Obama?

2008-02-20T03:10:00.004+08:00

I've created a new superhero: B.A. Baracus Obama. I have to photoshop Barack's head on Mr. T's body to complete the transformation, but what do you think? The A-Team rises again like a phoenix from the ashes!

In 2008 a presidential candidate was chosen by the American public to represent the Democratic Party in the upcoming election. This man promptly rose to prominence from a junior position in the US Senate. Today, still wanted by the Clinton campaign for stealing Hillary's thunder, he survives as soldier of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find him, maybe you can hire B.A. Baracus Obama!

Sorry to the Stolen Generations

2008-02-13T03:16:00.001+08:00

Finally, after centuries of bigotry and denial, the Australian government is set to formally apologize to the indigenous people of Australia for all the pain and suffering it has caused.

Guilt runs deep in the white community Down Under, which is why it has taken this long for the government to even acknowledge that its policies have had a negative effect on Aborigines since European settlement in the late 18th century. In one over-arching example, indigenous children were forcibly removed from their families by the Australian government and taken to internment camps to Anglicize them, between 1869 and 1969. One hundred years of severed ties to family and culture resulted, which directly contributed to the poor educational and economic conditions in which most Aborigines find themselves today.

These so called "Stolen Generations" will finally be acknowledged and apologized to by new Australian PM Kevin Rudd (pictured above with Matilda House-Williams). It's log overdue, but finally the healing process can begin after being further stalled by the previous Howard Administration, which put Reconciliation on the back burner (and actually turned off the heat). Says current PM Rudd, "It's taken 41 parliaments to get here. We can be a bit slow sometimes, but we got here. When it comes to parliaments of the future, this will become part and parcel of the fabric of our celebration of Australia in all of its unity and all of its diversity" (Sydney Morning Herald).

Though modern Australian citizens were not present when James Cook first reached the eastern shores of Australia in 1770, nor are they directly responsible for "the indignity and degradation thus inflicted on a proud people and a proud culture" (Kevin Rudd, Sydney Morning Herald), they inherit the joys and the burdens of a past that made the nation what it is today. We Americans are no different. It's time for all us to own up to the past.

Sydney Sun

2008-02-07T23:08:00.001+08:00

Driving to work this morning, I experienced what I call Sydney Sun. Sydney Sun is the sunlight quality and intensity that you can usually find, even in winter months, at the bottom of the world in Australia. It's not that the light is just bright; you can find bright sunlight practically anywhere in the world, except Northern Europe. This particular light is so clear and intense that shadows have sharp edges, colors are heightened, and the world takes on an almost violet hue. I'm convinced that the human eye is pre-disposed to seeing violet light as the most clear of the ROYGBIV scale. Amazing!

Now, why is Sydney Sun present in the Virginia sky this morning? I don't know, but I hypothesize that we might be developing a hole in the ozone layer similar to the one over Australia, of course much smaller in size. Hmm... Perhaps there is something unique about the local atmosphere today, instead? Whatever the case, Sydney Sun is beautiful.

February 3, 1979

2008-02-04T00:17:00.000+08:00

Yes, I looked exactly like Don Rickles when I popped out.

Punxsutawney Phil

2008-02-02T01:11:00.000+08:00

Happy Groundhog Day!
February 2, 2008

Rest In Peace, you lovely Aussie

2008-01-24T01:08:00.000+08:00

Renegade, Scab and Traitor

2008-01-22T22:48:00.001+08:00

As if I didn't already hate George Clooney with the strength of a thousand suns, the bitch had to go and steal James McAvoy's spot on the list of this year's Academy Award nominees, which leads to the following pronouncement: The Oscars are a joke and this year's picks push that joke beyond laughable. It's just plain sad... AND embarrassing.

2007 was the gold standard of filmmaking in this century (well, so far). Astoundingly, several wonderful films were released last year, which got my toes a'tinglin' for the Oscars again after years of disinterest. Then they had to go and fuck it up royally.

Shafted in the name of Clooney ridiculousness: Across the Universe, American Gangster, Atonement, Hairspray, and Once, among others. I'd mention films like Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly and Gone Baby Gone, but considering that I have yet to see these, I can't make that judgment call at this time. But, I desperately want to!

I saw No Country for Old Men. It's pretentious fluff masquerading as great filmmaking and no one's got the balls to say it, but, dammit, I do! Use your brains, People!! These film intellectuals are trying so hard to be original that they've transformed into a bunch of left-wing conformists, which makes mockery of our purported intellectual superiority (haha).** The Coen's should have stuck to their Big Lebowski formula.

Michael Clayton? What a joke! George Clooney? An even bigger farce. I weep for James McAvoy. I'll say it again: He's the finest actor of my generation. The fact he wasn't nominated is absurd and shameful.

Fine, take the statue and shove it up Clooney's ass after you've kissed it for the millionth time! McAvoy's too good for the Academy, anyway. And what about Denzel Washington? Where's he on the list? Ay yay yay...

**No slight on Javier Bardem who deserves this nomination because, as ever, he's brilliant.

No Globes for Old Pen

2008-01-14T00:42:00.000+08:00

Despite predictions, the world did not thrust itself into Armageddon because the Golden Globes were canceled this year. Thanks to "Old Pen" -- or the striking writers -- one of the most celebrated occasions of self-congratulation has gone the way of JFK: snuffed out before its time.

A press conference will replace the awards show this evening, which begs the question: who gives a shit? We don't watch the Globes or the Oscars to see who wins... Come on, not REALLY! We want what's being denied us: the designer outfits, the garish hair and jewelry, Jack Nicholson's child-porn grin, abundant cleavage (not Nicholson's), the droning "I'd like to thank my agent and my lawyers" speeches and, last but not least, Harvey Weinstein's double chins!

Hmm... Ok, maybe not.

P.S. Happy Birthday to the most amazing dad in the entire world, MINE! I love you!

Obama Mama

2008-01-10T08:31:00.000+08:00

I invented a mixed drink this week with the help of my cousin Sara. I came up with the title, she provided the recipe. Brilliant! Wrap your lips around this:

Obama Mama

Malibu Spiced Rum
Banana liqueur
Coconut liqueur
Shot (or two) of Crown
Shake
Float Bailey's or Chocolate Liqueur

The Best Film of the Year

2007-12-29T03:22:00.000+08:00

2007 saw the return of quality to Hollywood (though in relatively small proportions). Without doubt, the best film of the year-- the best film in the last 7 years, in fact-- is Atonement. I heard it described on the radio this morning as "sensuous and intelligent." That's exactly what the film is at its most bare-bones description.

I don't know about you, but when I see a film that is this viscerally moving, I can't use words to describe it; to do so would cheapen a beautiful experience between a human being and a work of art that no one else would be able to understand. Indeed, I would not attempt to grasp your personal experience with it. Would I ask you to express what your own existence means in a couple of paragraphs? Futile, I think.

Simply stated: go see this film. It's superb in so many ways and you don't have to have a film degree to appreciate it. Plus, James McAvoy is the finest actor of my generation. Period.

Other good and/or fun movies of 2007: Across the Universe, American Gangster, A Mighty Heart, Hairspray, Breach, I Am Legend, Becoming Jane (2006), Knocked Up, Transformers, Bella and Ratatouille.

I have yet to see the following films but I'm pretty sure I'm in for a treat: Juno, Sweeney Todd, No Country for Old Men, In the Valley of Elah, Gone Baby Gone, I'm Not There, The Savages, Eastern Promises, Persepolis, Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, The Brave One, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly and There Will Be Blood. I'm sure there are others.

That's the wrap-up! I'll let you guys know when I get back into film criticism on Roxbusters.com.

EDIT: I just saw Once. It's right up there with Atonement. Lovely!

Benazir Bhutto and Other 2007 Insanity

2007-12-27T22:43:00.000+08:00

None of us should be shocked that Benazir Bhutto was just assassinated in Pakistan, but the feeling is still akin to a swift kick to the stomach. I honestly don't know that much about Bhutto, but I felt a sense of well-being on her return to her country after years of exile. Perhaps Pakistan was headed in the right direction as a result of her gutsy comeback??? Now I feel the same way I did after Daniel Pearl's execution... sick.

I'm happy that 2007 is coming to a close. In all, things for me this year were "ok." But, the craziness at VA Tech, plus this apocalyptic worry about Global Warming, sent this year into a nervous frenzy. In addition, it was a sour year for my mother who deserves nothing but the best in life, and for her I am embittered.

Nevertheless, I traveled to Sydney in July, which was fantastic. My friends can't be beat! Plus, I spent 6 fun days in Scotland and fell in love with the country and people. In other news, Liza got married, a bunch of my friends got engaged, my sister seems to be doing well and all of us are healthy. Things could be worse.

For 2008: I have promised myself to lose between 35 and 40 pounds at the age of 29. It's time to get healthy. I also plan to sign up for the NYC Marathon and complete the run in a decent time come November. What else? De-stress and embrace new beginnings. Sydney in November for the Geegal 2005 reunion, a trip back to Scotland in the Spring (hopefully), and to find that elusive happiness.

Time's moving too fast. Let's hope it at least moves in a positive direction in 2008.

Andy Goldsworthy

2007-12-16T06:45:00.001+08:00

A friend recently turned me on to Andy Goldsworthy, a Scottish/British sculptor who specializes in what could be termed environmentalist installation art. Think of it as performance art manifested through the creation of sculpture in mostly natural settings made of natural materials. I'd liken him to Christo except that Goldsworthy exhibits much less bravado. He also communicates with nature instead of conspicuously thrusting his influence upon it. His stuff's brilliant!

Rivers and Tides, a documentary on the artist, is available through online DVD rental. It's in my queue, it should be in yours.

Elections? Here's how you do it, Mate.

2007-12-10T23:52:00.000+08:00

I read a cool little article in The Washington Post this Sunday; the U.S. elections process from an Aussie's perspective. Take a look: Elections? Here's how you do it, Mate.

Congratulations, Lucy!

2007-12-07T23:20:00.001+08:00

Imagine my surprise when I visited SMH.com (Sydney Morning Herald) this morning and saw this: Fellow Madeira High School Class of 1997 graduate, Lucy Southworth, is getting married to Google's co-founder, Larry Page, in the Caribbean this weekend! Tremendous news! This girl goes from putting on a puppet show for kids with me at the Smithsonian Early Enrichment Center to becoming a Ph.D. in Biomedical Informatics at Stanford & Google bride in 10 years time? Not too shabby!

Congratulations to Lucy! She was always super smart and very sweet. That Larry Page is one lucky guy!

This guy's my hero

2007-12-03T06:50:00.000+08:00

My homeboy father has always been my hero, but he gets an honorable mention on my blog this week for recovering ALL of the Scotland photos I thought I had lost.

When I returned to the U.S. on Tuesday night (last week), I was horrified to discover that my camera's memory card was only registering 3 photos of over 150 that I took. The rest read "picture error." After about 7 attempts at recovery on 4 different computers, I started bawling and was inconsolable, mostly because this was a brand new camera and memory card. But, thanks to free software my father was able to download, ALL of the photos I've ever taken on this camera since it was purchased were recovered, even the ones I had previously deleted! Genius!!!

My faith in technology has been restored. And, as always, I owe a debt of gratitude to this guy pictured here. THANK YOU, you lovely bastard!

The Best Little Country in the World

2007-11-29T02:50:00.000+08:00

Against an impassioned desire to stay forever, I sadly left Scotland on Tuesday after 6 glorious days in the best little country in the World. As many know, I've always held Australia and New Zealand as special places within my heart because, as I stated in the dedication to my Master's thesis, these countries somehow manifest the spirit of my spirit. Well, add Scotland to the list because it has truly captured my imagination; I've fallen in love with yet another culture.

Scotland in November, you say? Thank you, Thanksgiving! I was able to tack on an extra 2 days to the 4 day holiday and make a mini travel adventure for myself, which is my favorite thing to do in the entire World. I left last Wednesday and arrived in Edinburgh on Thursday morning the 22nd. After a day of roaming around that beautiful city (I spotted my first Scottish Adonis at a pub during lunch, by the way), I was off for three days on a stellar tour through the country to the Isle of Skye and back. I finished up with a mini trip to Glasgow and flew home last night. Beautiful people, beautiful country, amazing vacation. I met some fantastic characters and, despite the fact that I was solo, had the most romantic time, thanks to bewitching tall tales and the enchanting scenery of harsh, august landscapes.

The Scottish and the Australians have a similar spirit, one that I admire greatly. They both seem to take simple pleasures and enjoy what they've got with a reverence and jolly-good-time attitude. In other words, they're warm, fun-loving people who make the most of what's out there. Plus, give me a man in a kilt with a deep brogue and I'm totally lost... and found.

I hope to God I'll be able to post some photos of the trip. However, my brand new camera has decided to give me a hard time of it and is only showing 3 photos of the 100 I took (due to some nebulous memory card error). I started to cry when I found out. However, in the spirit of optimism, I suppose I'll have to haul my ass back to Scotland very soon to retake these photos if they are indeed lost forever. Now, that solution ain't too bad!!!

Cookie Cutters from Down Under

2007-11-13T23:19:00.001+08:00

I experimented making sugar cookies with my new cookie cutters from Australia. Or should I say biscuit cutters? Hmm, very Donna Reed of me, but I did have a good time... AND I deserved a reward after running 7 miles non-stop on Saturday! The New York City Marathon is less than one year away. I gotta get pumpin'!

Election Day

2007-11-06T22:18:00.000+08:00

Ok, ok. So this isn't THE election, but I still voted via proxy (thanks, Ginger) for the local Loudoun County crew. In exactly one year, Hillary Clinton will be president elect. Am I wrong? Hmm... I might be forced to write-in the Hoff. We'll see. My goal is simple: Down with these segregationist "No Dogs Allowed" recreation areas and parks! Anyone in support of this anti-doggery gets a "Woof" of no confidence.

Across the Universe

2007-10-29T23:58:00.001+08:00

Tremendous. I think director Julie Taymor might be America's answer to Baz Luhrmann. I loved this movie.

Also caught a screening of Dan in Real Life this Saturday. Very cute and fun.

2 and 0! Let's hope my next foray, The Darjeeling Limited, can keep up the winning streak.

It behooves you to break open the f@%&ing canned peaches!

2007-10-23T02:39:00.000+08:00

When Al Swearengen says that, you know somethin's goin' down in Deadwood.

Dad and I have made "Deadwood" (the series) our new HBO frontier. In fact, we're almost done with the last season, season 3, and, as always, it'll be a sad occasion when we're done. But, then we'll just move on to another HBO show.

It's really too bad that HBO and Showtime shows-- really, the best on TV-- have a (generally) short life-span, given production expenses and 'cause they're only available on cable networks, thanks to FCC regulations. If we lived in England or Australia, shows like "Deadwood" would be on network TV. Imagine! Those "c@&*suckers" could reach tens of millions! It'd be peaches all around! Talk about panning for gold...

Lizer Soze Becomes Liza McDonald

2007-10-21T03:54:00.000+08:00

'Twas only yesterday you were just a "bastreed girl" and we did our interpretive dance to Evita in the hallowed halls of 4 West. Now look at you! A doctor... and now married!!!

Dr. McLiza, your wedding was a blast and I am overjoyed that you invited me. It was the most beautiful wedding I have ever seen and you looked gorgeous. Just in case you were wondering, I whole-heartedly approve of Mr. McDonald. I introduced myself to him at the reception and he hugged me! He's good people. I can tell he has a big heart and that he adores you. Well done!!!

Thanks also for the happy occasion to reacquaint myself with old friends. What a tremendous blessing it has been for me. I missed everyone more than I knew.

Happy honeymoon!

Love always,

Rox

Delinquent

2007-08-13T22:21:00.000+08:00

Hi, I'm still here. Will be back, no worries.

Sorry!

2007-04-19T03:22:00.000+08:00

Sorry I've been out of touch for a while! I'll get back to blogging soon, trust me. Until then, please drop me a comment so I know how many people actually read my blog! -Roxie

An Evening at the White House

2007-02-11T10:17:00.001+08:00

This arrived in the mail today from my cousin Stephen in LA. It's a photo of my great aunt Eva, Stephen, George and Laura at the White House a few months ago. For more info, please see my post about the event.

Another Birthday

2007-02-03T23:37:00.000+08:00

Well, I'm 28 today. Doesn't feel different than any other day. But, I'm with my family and we're cooking Indian for the first time which I've been looking forward to.

Here's a picture of me from those innocent days when I could eat like a truck driver and yet remain as skinny as a crack whore. Oh, where have ye gone?!

Happy Groundhog Day!

2007-02-03T04:21:00.000+08:00

~ Phil Connors (Bill Murray), Groundhog Day

Australia

2007-01-24T03:37:00.000+08:00

Some exciting news from Oz, courtesy of The Sydney Morning Herald:

BAZ Luhrmann's new film will be the biggest made in Australia, its star, Hugh Jackman, says.

"This is going to be on a scale never seen before. It's by far the biggest Australian film ever made," Jackman told an Australian gala dinner in New York.

The actor will play opposite Nicole Kidman. Bryan Brown, Jack Thompson and David Wenham will also star in the film, titled Australia.

A promotional clip was shown at the dinner at the end of the week-long G'Day USA promotion.

"It's so good to see Aussies in tuxedos," a jocular Jackman told the assembled Australians. "It's like the cast of Happy Feet."

Speaking on the clip, Luhrmann said that when he was growing up American films showed dramatic landscapes in the US and he had always wanted to make a film that showed dramatic landscapes in Australia.

"The project is billed as an outback epic, with Kidman playing an English aristocrat who inherits a cattle station and, to combat a plot to take her land, reluctantly enlists the help of a drover [played by Jackman] to move a herd across the country," Jackman said. They then face the World War II bombing of Darwin.

In Honor of MLK Jr. Day, A Tribute to Maya Angelou

2007-01-13T02:53:00.000+08:00

I was recently pondering the legacy of Martin Luther King Jr. because of the upcoming holiday. I thought about how sad it is that many Americans don't make the effort to consider these national days of tribute. Most only care that they get a day off to couch themselves and fondle the remote control. I should know, I'm one of them.

However, this year, I'm trying to change my tune. In honor of MLK Jr. (and the upcoming month of February-- Black History Month) who peacefully fought for the African American right to pursue the American Dream free of prejudice, I've decided to pay tribute to one of the Black community's shining stars, Maya Angelou.

In high school we were assigned a couple of Angelou's non-fiction novels in English class which was my first introduction to this prolific poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. In I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, an autobiographical portrait of her childhood, Angelou writes with such sensual, evocative, poetic imagery that a couple of her descriptions I vividly remember to this day. In my first recollection, Angelou describes a tooth that had been pulled and what the hole in her gum felt like afterward. She likens the gum cavity to a pie-crust, swollen with a dark, gelatinous pie filling that coagulates and teases the edges of the reservoir. In the second, she depicts an elegant, elderly, light-skinned, Black lady in her neighborhood who had skin so soft and delicate, it could snag like the skin of an over-ripe plum. My paraphrases do not do Angelou's writing justice so please read the book. I just can't express in words how her language is able to turn letters into senses that you can smell, taste and touch.

Maya Angelou is truly an American living legend and I'm certain that, in the future, her legacy will be thought of with the same reverence as literary giants of yesteryear such as Walt Whitman, Henry David Thoreau, Ernest Hemingway, T.S. Elliot and Sylvia Plath.

On this Monday, January 15th, try to remember the spirit of MLK Jr.'s message (that speaks to all humanity regardless of race) as is echoed in the following poem by Ms. Maya Angelou:

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise
I rise
I rise

~ Maya Angelou
(courtesy of Poemhunter.com)

New Year, New Memories

2007-01-02T11:41:00.000+08:00

Welcome to 2007... I can't believe it. It was 2000 yesterday. But, lots of things have happened. Recently, Dec. 30th to be exact, my cousin Andy got married in D.C. and it was a blast. It took me and my sister 2 days to recover but it was all worth it.

In other news, I can't believe that so much has occured in the past couple of weeks. The Iraqis didn't waste any time executing Hussein. Gerald Ford died. Personally speaking, my aunt and uncle moved into a large estate home they inherited after living for 32 years in a small house (which, by the way, my 25 year old cousin now possesses). Other developments have arisen. It's just an insane amount of change happening at once.

Though I don't believe in making resolutions, I do feel that a new year brings about cleansing... a fresh start to "walk on"-- away from all the previous year's mistakes but, nevertheless, learning from them and thanking God that you are a stronger person now than you were a year ago. And, in my case, I'm also a happier person. I'm very thankful for that.

Cheers to you all, especially my most beloved friends. Looking forward to all the fun we'll have in the future!

Happy Birthday to My Sister!

2006-12-20T01:00:00.000+08:00

I lover-ed you!!! Happy 22nd Birthday!

Odd and Ends

2006-12-19T01:30:00.000+08:00

Here are some photos I thought I'd share. The first is of me having just washed my dogs, Fred and Ginger. The second is of the two wearing the ridiculous Christmas bows I insisted on (I think Ginger gave me the look of death when I tied it on her). The third is a photo of something I am very proud of: a didge stand I made for the instrument I purchased in Alice Springs, AU last year. In the spirit of Christmas, I think I'm doing well for myself. After all, Jesus was a carpenter and I wasn't too bad in my first foray into the craft.

1. Neiman Marcus No Be Shame-a Themselves 2. Fair Weather Feminist

2006-12-12T13:35:00.000+08:00

1. To quote my Italian great grandmother, Neiman Marcus "no be shame-a themselves" when it comes to sticker prices. Needless Mark-up would gouge your eyes out with a Williams-Sonoma ice pick if your ocular cavities were full of money. $300 for on-the-cheap-rack shoes??? $95 for a bra, size 32 G? What the heck is a 32 G??? Last I checked, cup sizes only went up to a Double D. But, I guess Neiman's female clientele are of the trophy wife variety-- size 0 chicks with size G boobs, purchased for them by their hair-sutured, grease-ball, millionaire sugardaddys. Makes sense that chocolates are sold as single pieces for $6.50 at Neiman’s. What else can an 85 lb. woman fit into her shrunken, over-priced body?

2. I have decided that I am definitely a Fair Weather Feminist (and that I am the first to coin the phrase, thank you very much). I will pull Gloria Steinem out of my ass when I feel that egregious wrongs are being done to me because of my sex. However, I am not above welcoming a 1950s status quo when convenient for me, i.e. letting him pay for dinner and having him lift heavy items when I can't be bothered to do it myself. AND most women are like this, even if they don't admit it! So I say: embrace it for all it's worth. Believe me, you'll have the last laugh.

December 1, 2006

2006-12-06T13:05:00.000+08:00

This past Friday marked the first time I've ever written a film review for money. I can't be too specific but let's say I caught a lucky break and I think I might now, officially, have my foot in the door. The review I wrote has yet to be published on the web but it will be soon. On Thursday, I'm off to a screening for a film yet to be released and will be writing another review. When these pieces are published, I'll be shouting from the rooftops so you'll all know where to find me. Luck, hard work and a few surviving brain cells be a lady tonight!

Thorpie Quits!

2006-12-03T06:04:00.000+08:00

I am SHOCKED that I didn't hear about this until today! Ian Thorpe, Australia's # 1 most popular athlete, retired from swimming on Tuesday at the age of 24. First I was saddened by the news, but then I realized that it takes a lot of self-assurance and guts to decide that you've had enough of fame and glory and just step down. I mean, Thorpe is only 24. He'd have at least 5 outstanding professional years in him if he wanted... but he doesn't.

Good on ya, Thorpie! Enjoy your retirement. Also, thanks to Thorpe's "big sister" Michelle Flaskas for her generosity toward me while I lived in Sydney last year. Both you and Ian are simply the best!

To learn about Thorpe's fabulous charity for children, please click on Ian Thorpe's Fountain for Youth.

Freedom's Fury

2006-11-21T00:12:00.000+08:00

The Throws of Revolution

Hungarian Ervin Zador after being sucker punched by Russian Valentin Prokopov at the 1956 Melbourne Olympics

This past Friday evening, my Mom and I attended the premiere screening of Freedom's Fury in Washington, DC. The event, sponsored by the Hungarian Embassy, show-cased this documentary about the 1956 Hungarian Revolution and the "bloodiest battle" that ever took place at the Olympics; the Hungary vs. U.S.S.R. water polo show-down in Melbourne, Australia that occurred at the same time.

Produced by Lucy Liu (who was in attendance at the screening), Quentin Tarantino and Andy Vajna, the film details the student-led revolution against Soviet occupation that began on October 23rd, 1956, was successful by October 30th (when Russian tanks began to pull out of Budapest), and despite 5 days of democracy, was brutally crushed when Khrushchev sent 200 tanks back into Hungary-- the same amount of tanks that Hitler used to throw the entire British Armed Forces out of Europe during World War II.

Ironically, at the same time the Revolution was occurring, the World's top water polo team, Hungary, would battle it out in the pool with the U.S.S.R. at the Melbourne Olympics. After Hungarian blood was literally spilled in the water, the Hungarians beat the Russians 4 to 0 and went on to win the Gold Medal. The match became a symbol of the Revolution and of Hungary's fight for its freedom at any cost.

The 1956 Hungarian Revolution was the first time any people under Soviet rule had challenged communist occupation. Ultimately, the Revolution became the first tear in the Iron Curtain that would lead to its demise in 1989.

As a result of the Revolution, 200,000 Hungarians defected-- 13 of them were my Grandparents, my Mother and her siblings and my Great Aunt Eva and her family. They had to leave or both my Grandfather and my Great Aunt would have either been executed or sent to Russian labor camps for denouncing the Soviets and founding democratic political parties in Budapest during those 5 days of freedom.

It's hard to accept the idea that I owe my existence to Nikita Khrushchev. If it weren't for the Revolution and for the bloody re-taking of Budapest by the U.S.S.R., my Mother would never have become an American, my parents would never have met, and I and my sister would never have been born. It blows my mind but, a lot of good things resulted from the Soviets crushing the Hungarian fight for freedom (despite the devastation).

The documentary is a fantastic portrait of two events that many people don't know that much about. Plus, my Great Aunt Eva, a well-known Hungarian actress, does some voice-overs in the film. I urge everyone to see it once it is available in your area given its historical accuracy, universal theme and impassioned story-telling.

Feliz Cumpleanos, Javi!

2006-11-17T07:59:00.000+08:00

Feliz Cumpleanos, J. Carlos!

2006-11-14T15:10:00.000+08:00

Look What I Found At My Local Supermarket!

2006-11-09T05:45:00.000+08:00

"ANZAC Oatmeal Cookies: Supporting America's Veterans"

That's right! Australian-made ANZAC bikkies are being sold in the States to support American veterans. The statement reads:

Australian and American soldiers have been serving side-by-side since China in 1900. New Zealanders joined the Australians in World War I to form the famed Australian-New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC). Together with the Americans, they fought in World War II, Korea, Vietnam, the Persian Gulf, Afghanistan and Iraq. As with all armies, home front support was vital. To support the troops overseas, women of these two countries baked what became known as the ANZAC cookie. This treat was a great boost to morale. In a similar spirit, Australian-based UNIBIC and VFW have joined forces to present this product which provides direct support to America's veterans.

Unfortunately, Arnott's bikkies didn't fly over here in the States 'cause most of us thought they were bird treats (thanks to the parrot on the label). There's something to be said for us being dumb-asses. We missed out on those out-of-this-world Tim Tams!

Feliz Cumpleanos, Paula!

2006-11-06T10:47:00.000+08:00

Hungarians Invade the White House

2006-10-30T10:03:00.000+08:00

My great aunt, Eva Szorenyi, and her son, Istvan, came to stay with us this weekend from Los Angeles. At this very moment, she is presenting a certificate and medal to George W. Bush at the White House in honor of the 50th anniversary of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution.

Eva was a famous actress in Hungary for decades before she, her family, and my mother and her family, had to flee across the Austro/Hungarian border in 1956 from the Russians. Eva came to this country and, along with my grandparents and other refugees, founded the Hungarian Freedom Fighters Federation. Since '56, Eva and fellow Hungarian Americans have been keeping the Magyar spirit alive, as well as the message of freedom-- a freedom that can only be provided by democratic society.

While she and we are not supporters of the Bush Administration, Eva's invitation to the White House by the President has been an immense honor and a great acknowledgment of all that Hungarian Americans have contributed to society. She is presenting this certificate and medal to America for its support.

It'll be exciting to find out how the evening went once she and Istvan return tonight. It has been a great weekend hanging out with Eva and Istvan. We have a special connection because I lived in L.A. for a year (to test the Hollywood waters). The Szorenyi/Ormenyis were and are very supportive of me. I'm happy that we were able to support them while they've been here.

Congratulations to my Eva Neni!

My Very Own Denny DuQuette

2006-10-27T03:33:00.000+08:00

If any of you watch "Grey's Anatomy," you remember the love of Izzie's life, Denny DuQuette. She only knew him for short time but Izzie fell in love with Denny because he was the real deal.

If anyone ever asks me, "If you could envision the man of your dreams, what would he be like?" I'd answer, "Denny DuQuette." What's so sad is that he's just a fictitious character, dreamed up in some female-writer's mind. A real-life Denny probably doesn't exist. But, if I could find someone who was as close to the fictitious Denny as possible, that would be heaven.

A Surprise on "Grey's Anatomy"

2006-10-24T21:40:00.000+08:00

My Dad and I were shocked the other day while watching "Grey's Anatomy." My Mom's cousin, Tom, who's a Hollywood actor, showed up on the most recent episode as a doctor! It was funny because I had completely lost myself in the show's reality to the point where I accepted the characters and their situations as fact (under the umbrella of T.V. artifice), which means that "Grey's" is a pretty good show. Then Tom shows up and I'm like, "Damn it! It's friggin’ Hollywood!"

I hate to be reminded of the man behind the curtain!

The Flying Stingray

2006-10-20T22:53:00.000+08:00

An army of stingrays is amassing at the bottom of the ocean-- developing genetically mutated legs and the ability to breathe oxygen in order to invade land, murder us all, and take over as the planet's dominant species.

How is it that a stingray jumps on to a boat off the coast of Florida and stabs a man in the heart, reminiscent of the recent incident that killed Steve Irwin (except that Steve was, actually, in the water when it happened)??? What the heck is going on? I thought that stingrays were supposed to be the pussycats of the ocean! Now they're jumping on to boats and attacking human beings? It's Armageddon!

Columbus Day Parade, New York City

2006-10-13T23:43:00.000+08:00

Dad and I marched in the Columbus Day Parade in New York City on Monday as part of the World Padulesi Association-- descendents of the town of Paduli in the province of Benevento, Italy. In fact, my father organized the entire affair for the WPA and we got to march up 5th Avenue from 44th Street to 80th Street with the president of the province. For those of you who didn't know (but can guess), the Columbus Day Parade is a big to-do for Italian Americans. He might have been financed by the Spaniards, but Columbus was Italian. You may thank him for what led to the genocide of our Native American population. But, ignore that statement-- I don't want to ruin the mood!

The World Padulesi Association is big in Oyster Bay, Long Island, NY (where many Padulesi immigrants settled) and, get this, in Adelaide, Australia, where other Padulesi ventured. I promised Dad I'd take him to Adelaide one day to meet descendents and do genealogical research. Who knows, I may even have some Australian relatives I never knew about. Can anyone help me get my AU permanent residency visa???

Waikiki Freaky

2006-10-06T12:28:00.000+08:00

My Master's Thesis, entitled, "A Cinematic Society: The 'Glitter' Pictures and Early 1990s Australia," has been selected for presentation at the Hawai'i International Conference on Arts and Humanities in January 2007. I was very excited when I found out because it meant that I had something to say about Australian cinema that scholars actually wanted to hear. But, I was mostly thrilled because it meant a chance to go to Hawai'i under the guise of an academic pursuit! The catch is that it would cost me roughly $2,500 for the entire trip-- hotel, air, food, etc. Thus, I've decided not to participate. The registration fee alone is $390. It's just too expensive and I'm not a huge fan of talking in front of hundreds of people. I'd need some serious beta blockers and a horse tranquilizer to get me through it. Plus, I've been lucky enough to see Hawai'i several times in my life so it's not as if I'd be giving up a new adventure. It's a little sad but, I'm ok with it.

"LOST"

2006-09-27T00:38:00.000+08:00

In the scheme of all things "Lost," I admit that I am far behind those rabid fans who jumped on the show when it first premiered in 2004 on ABC. At the time, my opinion of T.V. drama (and comedy, for that matter) was low. I had seen nothing good on network television since "Seinfeld" and was convinced that we had entered the dark ages of programming creativity. Thus, I shunned "Lost," thinking it was probably another hackneyed attempt at mindless titillation.

Well, now I've been officially sucked in thanks to DVD-- the best way to watch television. Watching it on the small screen is for chumps! Do yourself a favor and wait 'till a season comes out on DVD-- you'll skip all the commercials, get to watch as many episodes as you want AND, best of all, you don't have to wait 3 months for the next season to air.

My social circle (Dad) and I have just started watching Season 2 of "Lost" after a marathon viewing of Season 1, thanks to Netflix. I am now addicted to the show even though, I'll admit, some of the story lines are completely unrealistic and the show panders to the lowest common denominator: adrenaline.

Still, only one thing bugs me: I can't figure out if I'm a Doctor Jack girl or a Sawyer girl. Ok, who would you pick if you were stranded on a desert island (pun intended): Doctor Jack or Sawyer?

Are you a Doctor Jack girl?

Or a Sawyer girl?

Tamar and Roxbusters

2006-09-26T04:22:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday to my best friend from way back when Tammy!

Everyone please check out my film review website @ Roxbusters for my opinions on The Sentinel and Little Miss Sunshine!

As Promised...

2006-09-23T23:14:00.000+08:00

Crikey! A Memorial to Remember

2006-09-20T11:56:00.000+08:00

Bindi Irwin reads her tribute to Dad

The Crocoseum

Bindi, Terri and Bob Irwin

An excerpt from a poem read by David Wenham:

My daughter broke the news to me - my six year-old in tears.
It was like she'd just turned old enough to show her honest fears.
I tried to make some sense of it but whilst her Dad was trying.
His little explained it best...she said: `The Crocodiles are crying.'

Their best mate's up in heaven now - the crocs up there are smiling!

_____________________

As for me, I cried my eyes out. I loved Steve and I've never seen such a touching tribute in my entire life. There are no words save 'You were the best, Mate. Thank you.'

I Sold Out

2006-09-17T06:38:00.000+08:00

Reason #1: I bought UGGs which I swore I'd never do 'cause they're a stupid fashion trend. They make skinny, mini-skirt-wearing teenagers look ridiculous, proving that girls'll do anything to themselves as long as Paris Hilton thinks it's cool. But, the boots are Australian and they're comfortable, so... Simon, you may now laugh at me.

Reason #2: I placed a personals ad on Craig's List which I also swore I'd never do 'cause I despise internet dating. However, I was feeling frisky last night and wanted to see what would happen. Ten hours later, I had 63 email responses. Four hours after that, I had 100. Un-freakin'-real. I have narrowed the list down considerably and we'll see how it goes.

I Miss My Aussie Family... A Lot

2006-09-13T14:34:00.000+08:00

Arlette, Roxie, and Simon
Bad Taste Party
Sydney 2005

5 Years

2006-09-11T07:35:00.000+08:00

Germaine Greer is a Chain Smoking Communist Dwarf

2006-09-08T05:44:00.000+08:00

Yes, I have borrowed the phrase that Pat Buchanan famously used to describe former Chinese dictator Deng-Xiaoping. Nevertheless, Germaine Greer deserves any muck thrown at her. The Australian feminist lashed out yesterday at Steve Irwin and the fans who mourn his death, calling him a "self-deluded animal torturer" and us "idiots." Furthermore, she stated, "As far as I can see, quite a few Australians have been embarrassed by Steve Irwin -- lots -- millions possibly."

If I were Australian, I'd be utterly embarrassed by YOU, Germaine Greer. I know that, as a feminist, I AM embarrassed by you. You're another 70s women's liberator who has made an entire generation look like a bunch of dried-up, bitter, man-hating, soulless, harpee-feminazis. Have you no human decency?

I hope Irwin's friends and family are protected from your malicious filth and obvious attempt to suck publicity from the tragedy like a sludge-covered leech. As for the rest of us, we say: go crawl back into your hole, you twisted has-been.

R.I.P., Croc Hunter

2006-09-04T15:13:00.000+08:00

It's 3:00 am EST here in the States, 5:00 pm in Queensland, Australia and Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, has died. I'm devastated by this news. My sister and I made a special trip to the Brisbane area in 2003 just to visit Irwin's Australia Zoo. We were lucky enough to see Irwin at his zoo that day, he was filming a live special for Animal Planet. It made the whole trip worth it to see our favorite Aussie animal nut do his thing.

Steve Irwin might not have been very popular in Australia but he was over here. He wasn't just a nutty croc jumper who shocked us and made us laugh, he was an animal lover and conservator down to his very bones. He may have made mistakes in his life but he had a kind heart and he dedicated his life to his passion. I admired him and I am very saddened by his death. I hope his work continues and that his legacy will motivate people to respect and conserve wildlife.

I Love Larry David

2006-09-04T12:27:00.000+08:00

If you have never watched Curb Your Enthusiasm you're missing out BIG TIME, my friends. I have been searching for something to fill the void left by Seinfeld and who better to fill it than the co-creator of that show?

Larry David is a fucking hilarious bastard and his show kills me. If he asked me to marry him I would, that's what a comic genius he is. If I were bald I'd "crap my bald pants." That's how funny Curb is.

I love you, Larry David!

Freshman 15 for Martin Sheen?

2006-08-29T14:21:00.000+08:00

Ramon Esteves a.k.a. Martin Sheen beings class this Fall at the National University Ireland (NUI) to study English literature and oceanography. No, I'm not joking. The 66 year old actor will initiate his 4 year degree as a freshman, a slot usually reserved for those aged 18 or 19. Why? According to CNN the actor and liberal bull dog "has been quoted as saying he wanted to finish his education when he retired from acting as he never got his high school diploma." Hmmm, apparently you don't need to finish high school or even take entrance exams to attend University if you're Martin Sheen. To prove my point, NUI has already "conferred an honorary degree on Sheen... for both his acting and 'his consistent and meaningful engagement with civil society.'" Excuse me? What? Did you say civil society? This is Martin Sheen, the guy who's been arrested more than 60 times. He's been running amok for years spouting his opinions, yapping 'till he's blue in the face on issues and he doesn't even have a high school education. Come on, people! Not to mention the fact that he almost killed himself popping pills and binge drinking on the set of Apocalypse Now. What kind of role model is that? Then again, I'm sure he'll be popular with his future peers at NUI. He'll show them how funneling and throwing keggers really gets done. After all, he's had 50 years experience.

"Rome"

2006-08-25T07:22:00.000+08:00

My Dad and I have almost finished watching the entire first season of HBO's "Rome." I know embarrassingly little about the Roman Empire pre or post Julius Caesar which is why this series is innately fascinating to me. In addition, it's entertainment value is also very high.

"Rome" begins with Julius Caesar's conquer of Gaul and follows him thorough his conflict with Pompey Magnus, his affair with Cleopatra in Egypt and his rise to power as Emperor. The series focuses primarily on the lives of two other main characters, Lucius Vorenus and Titus Pullo, soldiers in the Roman Army and best friends. Of course, Brutus, Mark Antony and other historical figures are also present.

Blood lust, heroism, male frontal nudity, and female vengeance. It doesn't get much better than this!

Happy Birthday, Dear Jamie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-08-22T12:51:00.000+08:00

Roxie, Marc and Jamie

I love you, you Australian beauty! I thought about posting the pash night photo of us but talked myself out of it. Perhaps the internet is not the place for such "intimate moments"!!!

HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY! I love you to pieces.

Love Your Dimensionless Perspective

2006-08-21T07:05:00.000+08:00

Or, in my case, don't. I have just said goodbye to the past year by deleting all phone numbers from my address book belonging to folks that, yes, I've learned from, but not because of their infinite wisdom. Instead, I'm drawing the poison out of my veins through a non-invasive detoxification program. Step one was deleting all phone numbers. Step two involved deleting my text message inbox and outbox (which was a big step). Step three meant physically removing myself, the moth, from the flame.

Sounds like a drug addiction, doesn't it? Well, it was. But my drug was not liquid, nor rock, nor powder. It was a superficial need for companionship and acceptance that I embraced at any cost. I accepted it from the wrong people, in the wrong environment for the wrong reasons.

God help me, I've now pulled through and my hope is that the bruises and cuts will heal quickly. I'm one of the lucky ones.

The Death of a Queen

2006-08-16T00:18:00.000+08:00

Maori queen Te Arikinui Dame Te Atairangikaahu has passed at the age of 75. She had been queen of New Zealand's Maori people since 1966. She was a beloved figure in NZ and I remember passing by her home on the North Island when I visited in 2005.

The Maori continue to fascinate me with their unique traditions and relatively seamless ability to co-exist with New Zealand's non-indigenous population. The Maori are respected unlike the Aborigines of Australia who have been subjected to cruelty and social ostracism for centuries. Of course, my statements here are very general and there is a great deal of history behind each instance. However, I believe that, in comparison, New Zealand's and Australia's policies towards indigenous peoples can teach us a lot about ourselves and how we perceive difference.

Happy Birthday, Paul!

2006-08-13T10:45:00.000+08:00

See how nice I was? I didn't post a picture of you 'cause I knew you'd kick my butt. Happy Birthday!!!

Thank you!

2006-08-03T06:05:00.000+08:00

My Aunt Catherine has dedicated her latest novel to me! The dedication reads:

"To my delightful niece Roxie DeAngelis: You light up the world."

Thank you so much, it's a lovely dedication and I am very grateful!

Say it ain't so...

2006-08-02T11:26:00.000+08:00

How did Mel Gibson "find Jesus" and then turn crazier than a shit-house rat? This whole thing is thoroughly depressing. I could forgive him for being a drunk bastard, but not for becoming a religious zealot who rejects Vatican II, is a homophobe, an anti-Semite and a sexist, to boot. He thinks his wife is going to hell, for God's sake, 'cause even though she's "a better person than [he is]," she's a Protestant and only members of the Catholic faith are destined for heaven, no matter how shitty they are. Yes, he made this statement about a woman who gave up her acting career to birth and raise 8 children 'cause Mel didn't believe in birth control! If I were her, I'd shove my foot up his ass, kicking his head out of the way on the way up.

I loved you, Mel. You were one of the Hollywood greats. But, now, you're screwed.

Oyster Bay, NY 2006

2006-08-02T01:52:00.000+08:00

From a Friend Who Cares

2006-07-31T12:06:00.000+08:00

Don't do this to yourself. Clean up your act before you ruin your life.

A Dingo Reincarnation?

2006-07-26T06:04:00.000+08:00

Hypothetically speaking: what do you do when you can't get enough of someone even though they treat you like trash? Logic would tell you to get rid of them and move on. This is the right course of action. But, addiction to a person is like an addiction to drugs: much easier said than done.

I am a sucker for bad boys, ever since I fell for a guy named Dingo in college who dressed (and looked) like James Dean, had almost every protrusion on his body pierced, wore leather, metal studded wrist bands and rode a munchkin dirt bike with the letters 666 on the handle bars. No joke! Truth be told, I STILL have a crush on him and it's been 8 years! Now a new bad boy has come along. No, he's nowhere near Dingo's caliber. Let's call this new guy a half-tame wolf in sheep's clothing. And, still, I find myself day-dreaming!

This cliche's true: good girls love bad boys. But, come to think of it, maybe I was never a good girl.

Back to Life

2006-07-19T13:06:00.000+08:00

Being at home these last few days has been great therapy. I am happy to be doing well and recovering from a malaise that blankets me like the clouds that make New Jersey perpetually grey. I'll be bringing sunshine with me tomorrow as I head back for work. This nomadic lifestyle will be my reality until the end of the summer.

I've been a movie freak in the past weeks. So far: The Devil Wears Prada, Pirates 2, Rent, Syriana, The Door in the Floor, The Man with One Red Shoe, Derailed, Rumor Has It, Tears of the Sun, 16 Blocks, Beyond Borders, Queer as Folk (Season 5), and probably more I cannot remember. The Devil Wears Prada was excellent but a little too autobiographical for me. My Hollywood days revisited me like a terrible day-mare. Next on the list: Donnie Darko.

My question is: how are you all doing and what have you been up to?

Stuck in a Moment

2006-07-13T08:36:00.000+08:00

Wow, the last week has made me realize how lonely I am living in New Jersey. Yes, I work 5 days a week and, yes, I do live with grandma. However, with my best friends living in other countries, my family still in Virginia and since my return to single status, life has been difficult. I'm craving companionship and the right to live life as an adult woman, not shackled to the monolith of Catholic dogma. So I think I've decided to move back to the DC area. Both my social and professional lives have more potential there.

I know that things have just got to change for me. They have to.

VIVA ITALIA!

2006-07-10T06:39:00.000+08:00

Balenciaga

2006-07-02T05:22:00.000+08:00

This is the Balenciaga dress by designer Nicholas Ghesquiere that inspired Nicole Kidman's wedding gown. Her dress was exactly the same except white. It's a simply stunning design and something I would have chosen if I were a multi-millionaire movie star.

2006-06-27T01:08:00.000+08:00

Beach Blanket Bimbos

2006-06-19T08:06:00.000+08:00

I just got back from a week at the beach and boy are my fat rolls flabby! We had our annual Pogany/Coulter/DeAngelis/Woelfle/Camp/Woodrum/Steffans/Courter week in North Carolina on the Outer Banks. There were about 33 of us this time around so we rented two houses in Duck. Here's a picture of Dad standing in front of the beach-front house. It was a great week despite the endless supply of puckered, white, flabby flesh. My sister and I thought it would be a hilarious to take pictures of ourselves running in our bikinis on the beach... It was freakin' depressing.

I officially became the world's laziest person. It got to the point where lifting food to my mouth became a chore. We also had our annual crab-eating contest out on the porch, devouring 100 crabs between 10 of us. It took an hour and a half and the carnage was plentiful. Good times.

Happy Birthday to my mother who turned 29 on June 17th and to my father for Father's Day on the 18th!

Back in the U.S.S.R.

2006-06-10T09:25:00.000+08:00

In Pecs, Hungary

Yes, I am finally back home after almost a month's absence. It feels GREAT to be back to the land of civilized showers, large beverages, and one Benjamin Winters. But, lest I knock Europe, it's amazing and I had a wonderful time in Spain and Hungary. However, London is ridiculously expensive. $90.00 cab ride, anyone? Yeah.

I'm now at my 5 year Vassar reunion in Poughkeepsie, New York, thinking "Why did I sign up for a reunion when I HATE all the "Hey, how are you, what have you been up too" bullshit? While I was flip-flopping and getting my Master's, my classmates were curing cancer in the jungles of Costa Rica and such. It's a freakin' "top this" contest! Not to mention the fact that there are those I REALLY don't want to see here. I hope that a cat fight doesn't break out. If it does, I'll be sure we're wearing nothing but wet tee shirts and panties when it happens just for you guys out there! Hehehehe.

Magyarorszag

2006-05-31T01:42:00.000+08:00

Emese Lers

I have been in Hungary or Magyarorszag for one week with my parents and my sister. We attended my cousin Emese^s wedding on Saturday and it was absolutely wonderful. As you can see, she was gorgeous. Her husband Zoltan was dressed in a traditional Hungarian suit, all black. They were beautiful. There was a lot of booze and ridiculous dancing. My father was the caboose on the wedding party train as it weaved its way through the reception!

Today we dropped my dad and sister off at the airport, an old Soviet army base near Lake Balaton. Quite scary what with all the old bunkers still there. Mom and I are touring the homeland until next week when we head back home.

P.S. The term Hungarian is a misnomer. Contemporary Hungarians are not descended from the Huns but rather from Magyars. The Magyars were a marauding tribe that probably made there way to Central Europe from Asia over one thousand years ago. Hungary used to be a lot bigger than it is now so, yes, Vlad the Impaler, also known as Dracula, was Hungarian. Transylvania used to be part of Hungary but it is now in Romania. Cool stuff!

El Codigo Da Vinci

2006-05-23T04:31:00.000+08:00

Yes, I just saw The Da Vinci Code in Spanish. I really enjoyed it although I'm not sure I got all of it considering that I've not yet finished the book and Tom Hanks sounded like Juan Valdez.

I'm leaving Madrid tomorrow for Budapest and will meet up with the rest of the Pogany/DeAngeli!!! P.S. I didn't get to see Picasso's most famous painting because the sala was closed. It sucks for whoever came to Madrid just to see it (luckily I wasn't one of them but it would have been nice to get a peak).

In other news, Madonna is a hack and, from what I've read, the opening of her new tour is unoriginal, petty and, quite frankly, a work of neanderthal intelligence. If you want to know more, Google it.

Grabbing the Bull by the Horns

2006-05-22T03:59:00.000+08:00

I left Javi and Paula yesterday for Madrid. I want to thank them and their families from the bottom of my heart for the wonderful time I had in northern Spain. I was able to spend the week in Logrono and travel to Bilbao, San Sebastian and Pamplona. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Today I visted the Museo del Prado and saw some of the most famous art by El Greco, Velazquez and Goya. I later walked around to see the Puerta del Sol, the Plaza Mayor, and the Palacio Real. And I just got back from seeing Mission: Impossible III en espanol! That was a great time!!! I also overdrew my bank account like a true American.

Tomorrow I will venture to the Reina Sofia Museum to see Picasso's Guernica and then take it easy 'cause I am beat. I hate to admit this but I miss home, especially Virginia. On the upside, I'll be meeting up with Mom, Dad and Jules in Budapest on Tuesday.

Bilbao and Boy, oh Boy!

2006-05-18T05:46:00.000+08:00

The Guggenheim Museum, Bilbao

Lots and lots of stuff to report. First, I went to Bilbao today to see the most famous 20th century building in the world, Frank Gehry´s Guggenheim Museum of Contemporary Art. It is made of titanium, glass and limestone-- proportions mathmatically calculated by computer to perfection. What an experience! In other news, my Vassar professor and one time employer, Noah Baumbach, is directing a movie with Nicole Kidman and his wife, Jennifer Jason Leigh. I guess some guys have all the luck!

My boyfriend became an uncle on Mother´s Day to a baby girl named Emily. Talk about exciting! And, in Roxie Land, those Air France mother f··kers finally found my luggage that had been lost by them on the way to Italy almost 3 months ago, minus one Australian cellular phone. Well, the joke´s on whoever stole the thing. It was basically worthless.

Finally, congrats to my sister who swindled a Barcelona thief out of 20 Euro after he stole 80 from her (she got back 100). It´s a long story but, let´s just say that the f··ker will think twice about stealing money from an American girl next time. As my sister said, "Don´t try to steal money from the ultimate capitalist!" You´ll get the horns!!! My sister is my hero-- you should have seen her!

Estoy en La Rioja

2006-05-15T08:12:00.000+08:00

I arrived in the region of Spain called La Rioja yesterday afternoon. I´m in the city of Logroño visiting my favorite Spaniards, Paula and Javi, in their home town. We just got back from an authentic tapas evening where you hop from tapas bar to tapas bar eating and drinking wine. Fantastico!

This afternoon, Paula took me to her family home in La Union, 10 minutes drive from Logroño in the country. We had a beautiful lunch prepared by her mother and father. We later climed to El Clavijo, the ruins of a medieval castle nearby.

Over the next few days, I will travel to nearby Bilbao to the famous Guggenheim edifice and later to Pamplona to stalk some bulls. On Saturday I´m off to Madrid. Next Tuesday´s destination: Budapest, Hungary.

What can I say? I am lucky to have the opportunity to travel to all these magnificent places. I´m not rich and I don´t consider myself stuffy or pretentious. It´s tough convincing people of this but, hey, when you love something as much as I love travelling, you find a way to do it no matter how tight your budget is. You fly Ryanair instead of British Airways. You forgo 1st class for steerage. You give up the Ritz for a 12 person, mixed hostel dorm. This is what I do and I love it. Unfortunately this is probably the last big trip I will make for a long time so I´m making the most of it.

The Wonders of Gaudi

2006-05-13T00:58:00.000+08:00

Casa Batllo

La Sagrada Familia

Barcelona is a showcase for art nouveau, especially with regard to architecture. Antoni Gaudi is perhaps the most famous of the modernists and his organic, non-linear style is just beautiful. I am a creature of excess and, therefore, Gaudi´s buildings speak to my aesthetic tastes.

Casa Batllo is around the corner from our hostel and Julie and I just spent the day climbing La Sagrada Familia, a structure that has been under construction since the 19th century and has yet to be finished. I love that it is both modern and yet gothic in design. A quite fascinating building.

Vamos a la playa!

2006-05-11T06:56:00.000+08:00

The DeAngeli are in Barcelona (Bar¨th¨elona). Julie and Roxie arrived today in the afternoon and are doing well. This is the most beautiful city imaginable and beats many of my favorite Italian cities hands down.

It was a whirl-wind, flying here the day after my graduation, etc. But, I feel good even though I miss my loved ones back home. Ustedes quiero mucho = I love you guys a lot.

Waiting...

2006-05-05T05:48:00.000+08:00

Justin Long and Ryan Reynolds in Waiting...

This movie is absolutely disgusting but if you've ever waited tables you HAVE TO see it. There is so much truth to this film that it's deeply disturbing... yet also freakin' hilarious. The cardinal rule: Never f**k with someone who handles your food.

(Justin Long was a fellow student at Vassar)

Yes, Master

2006-05-04T08:51:00.000+08:00

Well, I finally have my Master's degree. I passed my thesis defense today with flying colors. I actually got hugged and kissed by my committee members after it was all over. On the down side: I look like a big, purple rhinoceros in my academic robes. Oh, well. At least everyone else graduating on Monday will be massive with me.

DE.......FENSE!!!

2006-05-03T07:37:00.000+08:00

Tomorrow is the big day! I'm actually not nervous at all although perhaps I should be.

Thesis Dedication

2006-04-30T01:08:00.001+08:00

Since I will be defending my thesis next Wednesday, I would like to finally share my dedication with you. It has been included in my thesis for all posterity in the following manner:

I dedicate my Master’s thesis to my beloved parents, Alex and Ildi, and my loving, tenacious sister, Julie. You guys are nuts but, then, so am I. I love you!

To the continent of Australia: if ever a place was a manifestation of my spirit, you’re it. Thank you for embracing me for the most exciting and fulfilling 6 months of my life.

For Geegal, an Aboriginal term meaning “shelter” and my home in Sydney for half a year. For all my Geegalians, especially Alana, Andy Casino, Andy Dubbo, Antti, Arlette, Brett, Carlos, Celia, Cristy, French Sophie, German Matthias, Jamie, Javi, Marc, Mexican David, Michael, Mills, Ming Lu, Paula, Rudy, Simon, Sophia, and Vern. I will always love you and I will always be a Geegalian.

Finally, to my favorite director of all time, Baz Luhrmann: I have experienced so many wonderful emotions and learned so much from your films. However, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” – Moulin Rouge!

Friday or Bust? Friday a Bust.

2006-04-29T08:07:00.000+08:00

Ben in healthier days

I got a call from my boyfriend at 5:30 pm today sounding just horrible. Poor guy is sick with the flu or something horrendous. To top that off he had to go to the hospital yesterday after a wire snapped and struck his right eyeball. Four scratches to the cornea. I feel really bad for him, especially 'cause he looks so forward to the weekends. Me, too. I'm bummed 'cause this'll be one of the last weekends to spend time together before I head to Europe. Plus I don't have a desire to go out without him. So I'm at home for the night. Gonna take it easy and look forward to tomorrow. I feel selfish and guilty because part of me wants him to come hang out tomorrow even if he's on his death bed. I truly hope he feels better so I can at least see him. Otherwise I'll have to fashion myself a noose out of the 3rd floor window... I'm so bored with myself. Me, myself and I are boring each other!

Insomnia Breeds Hatred

2006-04-28T14:12:00.000+08:00

I cannot sleep, it's 2:00 am. I have spent the last hour reminiscing about the 2 or 3 people who have treated me like trash in my professional life. All I feel is a flood of anger drowning me and I wish I could act upon it. What good does it do to torture myself this way? None. Those bitches probably don't even remember my name and yet, years later, I am still fuming. I can't help it-- it actually feels good to be so angry for once. Doesn't happen often. I can't wait to get the chance to stand up for myself in some future situation. I have never had the ability to do that in my lifetime. I hate confrontation and I hardly ever get angry. But, when I do, watch out. What's been pent up for years is unleashed and shows no mercy.

Girl, Interrupted

2006-04-24T09:03:00.000+08:00

I have been nuts recently and I think it's because of all of this change occurring. I like change but I simply don't do well with it initially. I wish I weren't so emotionally erratic... Boy, this is a boring post!

Oxygen Tanked

2006-04-14T10:47:00.000+08:00

Bar tab
$15

Hotel room
$100

Having a boyfriend who belongs to the Air Supply fan club?
Disturbing

P.S. I love you anyway, God help me!

Movie Snob

2006-04-08T04:35:00.000+08:00

I have been a total movie snob the past couple of days. I just finished watching Brokeback Mountain and Capote. They were both very good, especially considering all the schlock that’s been out in theaters this past year. It’s almost too bad that Brokeback received so much hype because, inevitably, hype (whether pro or anti) ends up negatively coloring your reception of the film. I didn’t want to rent Brokeback because I was sick of hearing about it. When I did, I actually respected it in spite of its hype. I thought Capote was an even more meaty, thought-provoking film. I recommend both.

This second paragraph is somewhat related (even though it is a personal tirade). Simply put: I am sick to my ears and eyeballs with all this macho, ignorant, sexist, racist and homophobic bullshit that seems to be a popular pastime with Americans (especially). “I won’t see Brokeback Mountain ‘cause it’s about two fags.” “They’re n---ers, what do you expect?” “The old ball and chain is such a pain in my ass.” Football, football, football… hockey, hockey, hockey… blah, blah blah… blaah, blaaaah, BLAH! News flash: You’re not cool. You’re just a pathetic, ignorant asshole.

God, I am not a P.C., card-carrying member of the ACLU. In fact, many of those people and they’re agendas make me just as angry. But, damnit, I feel as if I’m being backed into their corner just because I think and act like a decent human being. Why is being civilized too much to ask? Why do I seem to be the only one who cares about this shit?

I HATE when you write me off as some liberal bed-wetter and refuse to listen to what I say because I stand up for what’s right. This is the only time I can say the following with 100 % certainty: I’m not the problem, you are. And you know who you are.

P.S. Maybe I just need to hang out with different people…

In Poor Taste

2006-04-07T06:27:00.000+08:00

Have you heard of this new movie United 93 which has previews showing in most theaters across the U.S.? You guessed it; it’s about the plane bound for D.C. on 9/11 that crashed into a field in Pennsylvania. To me, this is really sick. Not only is it in poor taste to create a film about that tragedy in an entertainment medium such as mainstream film, but some greedy bastards are using this horrific memory to make money for themselves. I know, I know. You’ll say “Well, they’ve made tons of movies about tragedies and no one’s complained before.” That’s true but it’s a bullshit argument in this case. You know and I know that 9/11 is a different ball of wax. It did and still does incite a new, profound and inexplicable reaction in all of us that’s simply too sacred to be f---ed with by Hollywood sleazebags for profit. In my opinion, you have to be sick to pay money to see this movie in a theater and even sicker to be responsible for its existence.

Chicago

2006-04-04T01:46:00.000+08:00

A couple of photos from our trip to Chicago. If you are in the area and want great deep dish pizza, go to Due's. One slice and you're out!

G & T

2006-03-31T05:15:00.000+08:00

Carolyn, Roxie, Ben

Ben, Terry, Roxie, Carolyn

I dragged my boyfriend to NYC last Saturday for dinner with my cousin Carolyn and her boyfriend Steve. My friend Terry "Tax Evasion" Park joined us for drinks on the Lower East Side afterward. It was a good time despite exhaustion. However, given the fact I stopped counting how many G & T s I had after the 6th, you can only imagine what the toilet bowl meant to me the next morning. So I have purchased the new miracle hangover cure called Chaser. I will let you know if it works.

After Carolyn and Steve left, Ben and I went dancing at this random club in Tribeca. Pretty in Pink was on the big screen and the music was all 80s!!!

I'm in Chicago with Mom and Dad until tomorrow. Chicago is now one of my favorite cities in the U.S. I might even like it more than NYC.

It looks like Ben and I'll be joining Terry for Founder's Day at Vassar in May! I can't believe I'll be one of those sleazy alumns in their late 20s returning to college to commit as many deadly sins as possible in a 12 hour period. Should be good.