Peace Corps China 2014-2016

Google and, as such, Blogger, have a habit of being intermittently blocked by China's infamous firewall, so I will be neglecting this blog more than usual for the next two years and posting my China-ventures exclusively at Like China in a Bull Shop, http://chinakati.tumblr.com/. I promise to be more attentive to that than I have been to this.

Gumbo Zombie rap

Dallas Buyers Club with dolls

I thought I was getting a screener of this movie and offered to loan it to a friend when I was done. Sadly, I didn't get said screener but my friend still insisted I find a way to get her the movie. So I did. Enjoy.

Monster dance video

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New Zealand, very belatedly

I have no excuse for not posing about NZ, except that no one really reads this blog, so who am I hurting? But since I'm closing in on my Moscow-Budapest-Bratislava-Vienna trip, no time like the present.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Whole reason I took this trip and not another was b/c Hawaiian started flying to Auckland and had cheap under-800 rt fares from LAX, so I took that. Honolulu Airport is fascinating. It’s open-air and on my way back I’m going to try to leave the airport and go get lunch nearby b/c it’s friggin’ Hawaii and it’s lame to only experience the airport and nothing else. Here’s what Hawaiian does right: chocolate-covered macadamia nuts, blankets, seating. My legs never felt cramped (particularly during the Honolulu-Auckland leg, where I had a four-seat row to myself—this trip isn’t particularly popular yet, especially since it’s winter in Auckland), which is a first. What Hawaiian does particularly badly: lack of free entertainment. The rest of the food isn’t great either, but really a nine-hour flight and we have to pay for movies/TV? Lame. Luckily, I had the travel issue of Lucky Peach (best purchase I’ve made in ages), a puzzle book, Swamplandia on my Kindle, audiobook of The Natural, and episodes of Top of the Lake with me to keep amused.

By the way, Top of the Lake rocks.

My first night was at the Ibis Budget near the airport. Due to a lack of info on the site and a lack of response to an email, I was not aware of a shuttle that might take me from the airport to the hotel, nor did I see one as I wandered around the Auckland airport after clearing customs. So I used the free internet at the airport to find myself on google maps and walked a sidewalk-free and dangerous walk in the middle of the night to this supremely crappy hotel. It was not a promising start.

In the morning I got some chocolate, an orange, and dried apple rings from the supermarket across the street, took a shuttle back to the airport, and grabbed the airbus into the city. Then I walked the mile to PBL because I’m a cheap bastard who won’t spring for a bus unless absolutely necessary.

I dropped off my stuff and, with a brief stop at the secondhand bookshop nextdoor, which is run by the sweetest old lady, immediately headed down to the ferry building at Queen Street to take a trip over to Devonport and climb Mt. Victoria. I wanted to do little hike/climbs and lots of walking into the days leading up to the Queen Charlotte track so I’d be in shape. Then I discovered the gelato place at the ferry building has free wifi, so I spent a bit catching up on facebook—and then I got a hoki burger at Dogmatic on Queen. Here’s the thing. I didn’t realize hoki was a fish until I got the burger. It was pretty awful, mostly because I was expecting beef and ordered cheese on it. Then I had a “melting moment” which was brick-hard. I gave up and got on the ferry.

Devonport is just ten minutes across the harbor. There isn’t much there, just a little village, the itsy-bitsy mountain, which is still super cool, and, if you go the roundabout way, an odd Frenchy “antique” shop. I wasn’t there for more two hours and then took the ferry back downtown. I then proceeded to walk down Queen and do a bit of window-shopping (and get some iodine pills for the track). I ended up at the Art Gallery, which was free except for a California Design exhibit that I didn’t feel was absolutely essential I see, considering. It’s a lovely gallery. See photos below.

After that I headed back towards my hostel, stopping to chuckle at the fact that Sharknado is being released like an actual movie here and marvel that somehow Carls Jr got here. How? How?

I had a hell of a time trying to find a place to dinner where I could go alone, in fleece, and not look like an ass. All the restaurants were either fancy or gross, and the local grocery store was closing. I ended up at KFC. I’m not proud.

Then I went back to my place, tired and bummed, and watched some more of Top of the Lake and read some more Lucky Peach. Then I went to bed, the Civil Wars and Massive Attack sending me into a deep slumber.

Got up early this morning and had a shower in the shared/across the misty courtyard bathroom and realized I had not brought only one shampoo, which I had used at the Ibis. So I only conditioned my hair. And now my hair looks stupid.

Took the bus to Queen Street b/c I was under the impression from a misprint in one of my maps that La Cigale was on Chancery. It is not. So I went to a bookshop, had a crummy croissant and hocho from Esquires (they’re like Starbucks here, but also there’s Starbucks), then walked through Albert Park and down to the Domain, where 100 young boys were in the midst of rugby practice in their black clothes. It was weird. I walked over to the Museum and learned a crap ton of stuff about the Maori and other Pacific Islanders, took some photos, went to the weird second floor of the museum, which had nothing of value for me except a creepy “moa,” which I believed was reformed with ostrich or emu feathers. Am a bit glad these things aren’t extinct or I’d be a mite more worried about my hike on Monday.

Utilized the free wifi at the museum and found out La Cigale was in Parnell off St. George’s. So I went to the French market, had my first Afghan biscuit (delish) and a chocolate croissant, then walked back up the hill to Parnell and then all the way down Parnell to Khyber Road, then down Boston Road, then down Normanby to Mt. Eden, which I climbed (best thing I’ve done so far maybe, gorgeous), and then I walked all the fucking way back to my hostel.  BUT a few blocks from my hostel on Ponsonby a group of drunk lads made it difficult for me to get past on the sidewalk, and one decided I could only get by if I waltzed with him.  I was just trying to dance around so I could get out of it, so my dancing wasn’t so great, and he insisted on going on and on. We looked a right mess. Finally he let me go and demanded a kiss. I let him kiss me on my zitty cheek.

That day was a 12.3-miler. The day prior was more but not sure how many.

Grand total of miles today: 12.3. Yesterday was more but I can’t remember precisely how many.

The next morning I took a super early plane to Wellington and caught the ferry to Picton. BTW, the train station in Wellington is delightful. It has an amazing grocery store.

The Cook Strait can be choppy and nauseating. And it was so. They played such prime cinematic fare as Parental Guidance and Fast and Furious. When I got to Picton, I lugged my luggage to the Villa Bakcpackers Lodge where I was the last person to check in for my room (a six or eight-girl bunkbed share) and where I was forced to sleep on a top bunk. Now that I'm 30, this will not happen again. I refuse. The place was nice enough, but I was only there for one night. I got myself in shape for my hike, and the next morning grabbed the water taxi to the start of the QCT. On the way we got to chill with some dolphins and a tag-along seal. Kind of amazing.

First day was warm and sweaty and exhausting, and I had a bit of trouble finding my place--the Wool Shed. Because it was not marked. I asked the people at the camp across the way who directed me through some overgrown fields packed with chickens. 

Positives: lovely hostess, fresh eggs, view, cheap.

Negatives: Oh, holy fuck, the bugs. They are everywhere, and they won't leave you alone. Insects everywhere. They're in the bed. It's awful.

The darkness. I left my flashlight in Auckland, and the bathroom was its own separate locale. I had to walk in the pitch black with my phone directed at the ground. More bugs in the bathroom. 

Second day was short, but I was in a lot of pain b/c let's just say my boots were not right for the job. I got to Punga Cove Resort pretty early in the day (I left early, after making myself some egg whites, b/c I had to drop off my luggage for the taxi anyway, and I was afraid my heel pain was going to slow me down, and it's not like I got any sleep). I had not made my reservations there, b/c it's nice and pricey, but Noeline of Noeline's Homestay was ill, and the good people at Punga were taking her guests. I made out like a champ. Far fewer bugs in my room.

Now since my foot was killing me, I took off my boots, and, having no other shoes, walked down to the beach barefoot. Huge, giant mistake. I had 17 bug bites on my feet and a couple where my clothes weren't covering me. Sand fly bites are several times more itchy than mosquito bites. I sat on the beach stubbornly not knowing this for a few minutes that would haunt me for weeks.

Got an expensive terrible burger at the restaurant there. Disturbing convergence: no tomatoes, a tomato-shaped ketchup bottle, a dog with a bulging red eye, and Let's Call the Whole Thing Off playing on the radio. But general, fantastic gorgeousness.

Next morning I got up when it was still dark out. I had washed all my clothes the night before, but my socks weren't dry, so I brought them up to the kitchen and also tried to figure out a way to make my camel pak not taste like detergent. I met a great German girl named Lena, who gave me a bit of apple to fix the taste of the water (worked) and who suggested I microwave my socks (also worked). She had to wait for her lazybones companion to get up, so I didn't walk with her that day. I met a weka bird on my walk, which freaked me out (or was that the day before? can't remember), but this was by far the longest day--nearly 15 miles--and by the end I sat down in the middle of the trail and nearly cried. I had, after all, a deep wound in my heel that was only getting worse. Finally, after walking past a dead possum, I made it to the wonderful, spectacular, homey, cozy, bug-free, real working plumbing De Bretts. So wonderful. The whole place was mine for a bit. I decompressed and watched something called Wild at Heart starring Hayley Mills. Lena and her friend and a couple Australians showed up later, and Lena and I talked a great deal, and I found out she was a nurse. She gave me some skin bandage-type stuff for my heel, which helped a bit, but not a ton.

And then the next morning I left with Lena and her friend. It was cold and wet. We took a wrong turn. We were on the road for ages. We knew we had done something wrong, but we had no idea what to do. We all had a water taxi to catch (especially me--mine was early). Finally, we flagged down a truck, whose driver told us that we had indeed missed the entrance back on to the track and had basically been walking parallel and a bit away from it for a couple miles. He very sweetly drove us to the entrance at Mistletoe Bay (we basically skipped the hard Torea Saddle-to-Mistletoe Bay section, which makes me feel like I failed a bit, and we did all promise not to say anything about our misadventure, but it's the misadventures that make the memories, so I'm including it), and we stomped through the cold and wet and mud and rain to Anakiwa, stopping for some rainforest pictures and to whine. We were plumb exhausted, me most of all. 

But Anakiwa, sweet Anakiwa. I'm going to name my first child Anakiwa. We could see the snow in the mountains at the end. I ate some Snickers pods and hard-boiled eggs I had made previously (tinned tuna and pineapple are super to bring on a hike, let me tell you, as well). I called to get my taxi early and bid farewell to Lena and... I want to say, Michael. Lena taught me the word Tollpatschig and suggested I check out the Light House Cuba in Wellington (one of these joints where you feel like you're sitting in a cozy living room). Girl was a boon to my trip.

Went straight from water taxi to ferry building where I killed several hours using free wifi (I had booked the late ferry crossing). I was exhausted and gross, and our ferry got in very late. I walked all the way from the terminal to Cuba Street when I got there and had to ring for entry. But my room had no bugs, and I had a nice, nice shower. I got mostly what I paid for, so it wasn't an amazing hotel room, or hotel for that matter, but it sure did the job.

Wellington: cable car to botanical gardens then walked back down to the city via the "flower" path, Te Papa, the outdoor market by Te Papa where I got a chimney cake and saw the fattest carrots I've ever seen, bookstores (found a complete Man Without Qualities at a used bookshop and bonded with the seller over Musil) everywhere boasting a not-yet-Booker-winning doorstop of a tome called The Luminaries by Kiwi ingenue Eleanor Catton, Weta Cave (didn't do the tour but watched the little movie), bad Indian food, walk along Owhiro Bay, crazy kindergarten-y bucket sculpture, hokey pokey ice cream bar (omg, the Whittakers Hokey Pokey chocolate is so good, it's criminal), two movies--Much Ado About Nothing at the Lighthouse and then something at the Embassy... What did I see at The Embassy? Elysium, I think. Not 100% sure, as the bathrooms are what made the biggest impression. There were Japanese screens. It was sweet.

I saw the Beehive. The name is more impressive than the architecture.

Finally, on my birthday (NZ time) took plane back to Auckland and said farewell to the world's most cinematic airport (Middle Earth, Wellington, I kiss you with my brain), picked up my bags from Ponsonby, and checked in at my final hotel, the Copthorne near the university. Then walked clear across town and got Malaysian food for first time. Chicken laksa was insanely spicy, and roti was the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten.

Last day (my birthday, US time), I went to Rangitoto and climbed it. Real lava fields! Great hike. I did it in my sneakers this time, because my heel was still recovering. I was basically back at the bottom, almost to the docks to take the ferry back to the city... and I fell. Left leg ate a whole hell of a lot of lava gravel. Scraped to kingdom come. To the point where, over 2 1/2 months later, it's still not fully healed. My ankle's still swollen and discolored. After all that hiking to bite it on my last day.

The worst part was that my final gift to myself was a massage (including foot) at a spa in the SkyTower. I let my masseuse massage my bloody, swollen ankle and leg, and that was some serious pain, my friend. Way to start 30.

Then I got some superb gelato and took an early shuttle to the airport where I ate my final cheese scone (one of NZ's great foodstuffs) and flew back to Hawaii and then California. NZ, man. What a trip.

To check out pictures from my trip, go to my Facebook page.

the ACTUAL best sports movies

Whenever I see a "best sports movies" list, they are inevitably male-centric and not my personal favorites. I think a great sports movie has to be a great movie, period, and be so for both genders and all races. With that in mind, the ACTUAL best sports movies (for me) are...

10. Mighty Ducks 2
9. Remember the Titans
8. The Wrestler
7. Bend it like Beckham
6. Cool Runnings
5. A League of their Own
4. Million Dollar Baby
3. Karate Kid (original)
2. Raging Bull/Rocky (tie)
1. The Cutting Edge

I didn't include any dance movies because I feel like that is its own genre. Still there is no sports movie better than Cutting Edge. That is all.

coming up...

I haven't done any travel since my mother went back to CT, and my life has revolved almost entirely around hiking, running, writing, and Groundlings (Basic).

Now Groundlings is over, I'm not exactly being swept away by any writing projects, and all my hiking training is done. What was I training for? The Queen Charlotte Track in New Zealand, silly pants. Are we only connected through this blog? How sad for you.

I'm flying to New Zealand Wednesday morning (well, Hawaii on Wednesday, and I end up in NZ on Thursday night b/c of the International Dateline/time travel element of the flight), where I'll be staying through my birthday plus a day ('cause who wants to fly across the Pacific on their 30th birthday? NO ONE).

So this ignored little blog will soon be filled with photos and tales from Wellington, Auckland, and Picton.

AND THEN I'm going to Eastern Europe for Thanksgiving. UNEXPECTED for real. My Groundlings class wasn't exactly the life-changer I'd hoped for, but I did meet some amazing people including an opera singer who lives in Vienna most of the time and from whom I wrangled an invitation to visit. So I jumped onto getgoing.com, booked a cheap Thanksgiving flight to Budapest (with a layover in Moscow) where I'll spend two days, take the train to Bratislava for another overnight stop, and then end in Vienna for some Christmas market and classical music fun.

But one major trip at a time. Keep an eye out.

Monterey and Mom roadtrip

So my mother came to town last Friday, and Sunday we headed up north to visit where she was born. We struck out early, grabbing breakfast from Noah's in Sherman Oaks, and not stopping till Santa Barbara where we hit Sambo's just to buy my grandmother, who is a mildly old person-racist fan of the book, a souvenir. Then we headed to Los Padres National Forest where we intended to visit the Chumash Painted Cave. Now, let me warn you, if you dislike heights AT ALL, you might have a major panic attack on this steep, barrier-less, 1 1/2-lane, blind curve-riddled road. My mom, God bless her, started whimpering and demanded I turn around, which I was not able to do until halfway up (because there really wasn't a place to turn). So, again, if you have any anxiety about heights at all, DO NOT ATTEMPT to go to Chumash Painted Cave.

Adrenaline pumping, we pushed on to Solvang, this super strange little "Danish" village north of Santa Barbara. On the way, we came across Ostrichland. Yes. Ostrichland. My mother, who was so freaked out about the road to Chumash, jumped at the chance to feed the world's largest flightless bird and for my money the most aggressive. Emus are cute and less threatening, but ostriches look like they want to climb over the fence and peck you to death just for the pure joy of it. I have photos of my mother thrusting a pan of pellets at a group of competing ostriches as proof, but they're stowed away on my mom's camera, purely for private eyes. Sorry.

Solvang had nothing to scare either of us, though it bugged my mom a lot that the village was as much Dutch or German or Swedish as it was Danish. We wandered the stores (I liked the store with all the cuckoo clocks best), had lunch at Chomp, a decent burger joint next to the replica of Andersen's Little Mermaid statue, and then went on our merry way.

Our last stop before Marina (a town just north of Monterey that's far cheaper to stay) was the Avila Valley Barn, an orchard and shop in San Luis Obispo a roommate from college took me to once years ago. There I bought peanut butter yogurt pretzels. Though my mom and I scarfed them down, I'm not sure either of us know really if we liked them at all.

We stayed at Best Western Beach Dunes Inn, which was a stone's throw from Marina State Park, and has make-your-own-waffles as part of the included continental breakfast. A beach and waffles are all I need in life to be happy, so I was pretty darn happy.

Our first mission was to go to Fort Ord National Monument and sort of explore where my mom was born and (for a few months) raised. We sort of went the wrong way (because Google Maps doesn't have the young monument properly mapped yet) and ended up walking around the military roads, which are mostly used by bicyclists. We finally gave up and drove down to Monterey and Cannery Row. Had lunch at Bullwackers and talked to an Aussie couple who were on the last leg of a bus tour of the American West (sounded exhausting), bought a t-shirt that was insensitive to victims of shark violence for my stepdad that I subsequently decided to keep for myself and two pairs of adorable socks. Had middling cupcakes at Mrs. Delish and then...

Point Pinos, the lighthouse at, wait for it, the end of Lighthouse Drive. We just happened to go when it was open. It feels less like a lighthouse than a lighthome. Looks over a golf course. Run by a sweet lady. Entered a raffle for a psychedelic quilt.

Then 17-Mile Drive. Saw sea lions. Heard them first even with the fierce wind gusts. Lone Cypress. Ghost Tree.

If you can't see the Ghost Tree, that's because it's a ghost. Duh.

Then, because we're crazy, we decided the day wasn't over and went to Carmel-by-the-Sea. There is an amazing store called The White Rabbit, which sells a great deal of Alice in Wonderland-related paraphernalia. If I had the money, I'd overspend a lot at that store. They also had some Sherlock Holmes chess pieces ($20 a piece) that were calling my name, mostly in a taunting you-can't-afford-me way.

THEN we went to Santa Cruz in an attempt to see redwoods before sunset, which we basically failed at, and then had a less-than-fab dinner at Kianti's. BUT we got some cookies from the Pacific Cookie Company, and I have to recommend the chocolate chip walnut. That's some good stuff.

The next morning we headed to Pinnacles National Monument, and WE FOUND IT. After the luck we'd had the two days before, this was a miracle. We decided to do the easy 5 1/2-mile trip from Old Pinnacles Trailhead to Balconies Cave. It was gorgeous, and we saw a turkey and her babies, as well as a lizard. Only two other people on the trail, so we had it all to ourselves. When we got to the cave, there was what appeared to be a rock slide. My mom was over it and wanted to turn back, but I hated to get so close and not see the cave, so I scrambled over the rock slide, showing her it wasn't so bad, and then ditto going inside the cave. Here's the one photo I got with my phone.

We went under that rock near the bottom. I had to duck.

After that we grabbed snacks and souvenirs at the camp store, and I mourned my jeans, which, what with all the hiking and walking over the last few days, I had destroyed. Then we tried to find a place to stop for lunch. This took FOREVER. We finally stopped in Paso Robles and ate at Margie's Diner. They serve breakfast till 4pm. This gave me some joy.

Got back to LA before 8, which was amazing. Great, exhausting trip. Now to think about New Zealand...

more awesome things

Very Mary Kate is hi-larious, and with three seasons under its belt Burning Love continues to be amazing.

Kazakhstan. I know, 'cause I read Apples are from Kazakhstan. Now I want to go to Kazakhstan. Which brings the number of people in America without family from Kazakhstan who have heard of Kazakhstan and want to go there up to one.

Couch-to-5k. I mean, I'm only halfway through, but I've stuck with it and didn't die. Basically, that's magic.

Hawaiian Airlines for having an under-$800 RT fare to Auckland from LA. So guess where I'm going for my 30th birthday???!!!

Larabars. Particularly, coconut cream pie and the Jocolat chocolate hazelnut. No added sugar. Crack. I've never eaten so many dates in my life (get your mind out of the gutter, you know what I mean).

Rectify. Aden Young is like soft serve ice cream and fireworks and the shawl your grandma knit you and the devil priest from Carnivale all in one. Trust.

true thing

Whenever I'm in a public restroom and someone else enters, I'm terrified for a nanosecond because my lizard brain thinks it might be the Terminator coming to kill me.

Vancouver

You're gonna read a lot about how awesome the UBC Museum of Anthropology is. BELIEVE IT. If you like totem poles, you will love this museum. If you like rattan motorcycles, stingray skin breast plates, and even more totem poles, this is the greatest place on the planet. I love it. Coolest thing about Vancouver. Also excelletn: Stanley Park. Kitsilano. Seeing a Tim Horton's on every other block instead of a Dunkin' Donuts. The Wunderbar, a candy bar you cannot get in America. Canadians. Boy, do Canadians like to talk. Some store owners will chat your ear off, but you can't help but love 'em anyhow, those adorable Canadians. Overall, Vancouver is a little more urban than I had hoped for, a little sharper around the edges than other cities of the Pac NW (Portland, Seattle), but a good place to visit, even when it's raining the whole time and you can't get a single decent photo.

Emmys 2012 hopes, dreams, whatevers

Quick best-of-all-possible-world predictions: Comedy series: Someone invents time travel, goes back in time, and nominates Parks, Community, and Louie and one of those win instead. Lead comedy actress: Amy Poehler and she gets up on stage and Will Arnett runs up from behind the curtains and says he wants to give it one more chance and the rest of the cast Arrested Development hoist the kissing lovebirds up in the air and carry them off stage. Lead comedy actor: I don't have a horse in this race. Supporting comedy actress: Don't particularly care here either. Supporting comedy actor: Bill Hader. He's a genius, and Stefon has done so much for all of us. And how fucked up is this category? No Danny Pudi? No Nick Offerman? Are you kidding me with this? Drama: Breaking Bad. Or Homeland. But probably Breaking Bad. Lead drama actress: Claire Danes. Julianna's awesome, but she doesn't have that new car smell. Lead drama actor: Cranston. Always Cranston. Sorry, Jon. Supporting drama actress: Anna Gunn finally won me over this year, but I honestly couldn't shrug less about it. Supporting drama actor: Nail biter! Last chance for Giancarlo and Jared, I guess. I haven't seen the past season of Mad Men, but I know what happens. How about a shared Emmy? Let's do that. (Seriously, though, how great are all the other guys, though? And Aaron Paul? Come on. That's never the wrong answer.) Miniseries: Sherlock or Luther. 'Cause those are the only ones I've seen anything of, except for Hatfields, which I don't get the popularity. Lead miniseries actor: Benedict or Idris. Lead miniseries actress: No horse. Supporting miniseries actress: See above. Supporting miniseries actor: Martin Freeman. I friggin' love Martin Freeman. Who's excited for The Hobbit? Variety: Ooh, tough one. Lots of deserving nominees. Stewart's got a ton, though, right? He probably doesn't need it. I'm good with either Colbert or Fallon. Reality: Uggggggghhhhhhh. Who cares? Make this not a thing. Host: See above.

Things I love right now

My old virus-riddled laptop cracked at the hinges and became a desktop, so I finally had to suck it up and buy a new laptop. Got a 14-inch Acer Aspire Timeline X (or something like that), and I love it. Less than $500, and it's like an Ultrabook, but with a DVD player. The sound could be better, or I'm just not using it right, and I kind of hate Windows 8, but overall having a great experience with my new computer. Watched the HBO version of Mildred Pierce recently. So good. Sit-ups. I do those now. Cashews and Chobani yogurt (not together). I eat those now. Gavin DeGraw. Went to see him at the Greek, and he's both a very solid performer and, strangely enough, funny. Like, really funny. Not having any more payments on my car. At last, the piece of junk is all mine.

Seattle

Seattle is, like, four episodes of Friends reruns from Los Angeles on Virgin America, and I finally visited there last weekend. Flew up Thursday afternoon and got to see the Space Needle from space! Well, the air. That's cool. Met my friend Lucy and took the Seattle Link from the airport, which is absolutely the best and cheapest way to go from the airport to downtown Seattle. Stayed in Belltown at Hotel Five, which is a nice, not-too-pricey boutique hotel next to Top Pot Doughnuts and a block or two from this.

We took a cab to Volunteer Park in the middle of rush hour, which was perhaps a bit stupid and certainly pricey. We climbed up to the top of the Water Tower, which has a great, if latticed, and free view of Seattle and was fairly empty. Good stairs. The first Thursdays at many museums, including the Seattle Asian Art Museum, are free, so we went inside the park branch of the museum and checked out some Uzbek robes. They were gorgeous. I bought a few cards and a dragon-reindeer ornament at the gift shop and took a picture of the Space Needle through the Black Hole Sun Chris Cornell was singing about in one of my fave songs.

Then we walked down to Pike/Pine and had dinner at Quinn's Pub. I highly recommend the halibut (though I wish it came with more gnocchi) and pretzel with Welsh rarebit. Bought a signed copy of the new Peter Carey at the Elliott Bay Book Company and we got AMAZING custard at Old School Frozen Custard. Fantastic. The next morning we had biscuits at Serious Biscuit on Westlake (Tom Douglas stop 1) and took the bus up to the Gasworks. No one there really, but just a cool view of downtown Seattle and a weird, awesome, crazy park. Love.

Then we walked to Theo and had a chocolate tour. If you want to taste chocolate but not suffer through a sometimes dull hour, just check out their store, which is a bit of a sample heaven. Can I recommend getting the milk chocolate-almond bar? Delish. The s'mores thing is a bit underwhelming, so feel free to skip that, s'mores fans. We took the bus back and walked through Pike Place. The giant poppies for sale were amazing, and I love a good peony, but the market wasn't really my thing. Lucy bought a pen, and then we had a margherita and a potato pizza at Serious Pizza, where a police horse tried to enter through the front door. After the late lunch, we took a break and just hung out in the room.

Dinner was Palace Kitchen. Very dark in the back, but good food. Saturday morning we grabbed a quick breakfast at Dahlia Bakery and then wonderful hocho at Monrorail Espresso and then headed to the EMP Museum via the monorail, which is a good way to arrive there, as you'll see.

The EMP Museum is brilliant. The Icons of Sci-Fi exhibit had just opened up and had models and props from such films as The Matrix, Men in Black, Terminator, and so on, but the best part is the Sound Lab upstairs where you can learn hooks on the keyboard. Cool, playful museum for adults. Best activity in Seattle.

There's also this guitar-nado.

We had lunch at Steelhead Diner (I got poutine without gravy and pan-roasted broccoli, what?), and then we grabbed the ferry for Bainbridge. Little bait thingamajigs line the divider between tables at Steelhead. One with "jungle cock" sides was right next to me.

It's a cheap ferry ride, and the ferry itself is pretty cool. On the trip over, we had to stop while they ran a man overboard drill because apparently some drunk guy had fallen off the week before. Then this guy stood in front of us as we waited to depart.

Nice. Here's the deal: Bainbridge is cool. Ish. But the Winslow little village area is kind of dull. There's a nice bookshop and the ice cream at Mora's is good, but it's nothing to blog home about. BUT randomly at the marina there are these crazy rock sculptures everywhere.

Can you dig it? I can. On the way back, the entire Bainbridge High class of 2012 as well as a bachelorette party were on the boat, but we managed to avoid both annoying groups altogether. We had dinner at Fuji Sushi, which had really nice chicken Katsu, and walked a long way back to our hotel. At some point we went to Olympic Park, which is small, but a good place to chill and take pictures.

Sunday morning we had a leisurely breakfast at Dahlia Lounge, then walked to REI headquarters, which is impressive if you've never been to LL Bean in Freeport. Now THAT'S a flagship store. We had lunch at the TOTALLY GANGSTER Lunchbox Laboratory, which was quite delicious.

Then we headed back to the hotel, took the Link back to Sea-Tac, and flew out. Great trip.

SoCal hiking

I've been supporting my roommate these last two weeks by going on long hikes while she studies for her MCAT. Last week we drove way the hell down to Crystal Cove between Corona del Mar and Laguna Beach and did a 2-hour, 6+ mile hike, which was low on tree cover and high on hilliness. There was one mid-hike incline that I found particularly unpleasant, and the views weren't really worth the long drive. Today we did the Trippet Ranch to Parker Mesa Overlook hike in Topanga State Park as described at hikespeak.com (great site, btw, for LA hikers), which was about 6.7 miles and more like an interval-training hike. There was never a very long sharp ascent, but there were a lot of small hills, so your heart rate was never up to running level, but the level it was at it generally stayed at. It took us closer to 2 1/2 hours to do this one (the whole thing was 3, but we stayed at the overlook, which had a great view of the PCH to Santa Monica and beyond--you could even see what I think was either DTLA or Century City), but there was a bit more tree cover, it's much closer to Studio City, and the overall beauty of the hike was greater. And there were little lizards (and oddly red ants). Topanga Canyon is just great, so highly recommended, but bring a hat and a good amount of water.

The type of people who wear hoodies:

High school students, college students, people who live in places where autumn happens, people who live in places where spring happens, people who experience warm winters, people who experience cold summers, sports fans, athletes, people who never exercise, construction workers, people who work in casual offices with tricky air-conditioning, and my entire family.

How I would have written Awake

Oof. Sorry, guys. Know it's been a long time. Been writing A LOT. About halfway into a (disaster porn) feature, finished a Cougar Town spec, and have been doing a lot of reading of pilots vying for slots for this coming fall.

Right now, I'm halfway through the second episode of Awake, the new show from the beleaguered but fairly brilliant Kyle Killen. At first, I thought the problem with the show was that every week it would be the same thing, nothing new, despite how high-concept it is. And now I realize the true problem--the car accident. How very Deus ex machina an event. It would be MUCH more powerful if the accident that killed one or both or neither of his wife and son weren't an accident but a Sophie's Choice situation. Some criminal with an axe to grind against our detective forces him to choose, and this is what follows. You'd have something at stake for the entire season--find the guy who made you choose. You have a bad guy. You have an arc, possibly with a Fringe-ish sci-fi element to it. You have a purpose for the show, high-concept WITH A REASON, not a mere cop drama with a split personality.

But that's just what I would have done.

****

Just finished the episode. Never mind. Killen probably knows what he's doing. :)

Favorite new things of 2011

TV:

Episodes
Happy Endings (forgot about this when I was writing this list--thought it started in 2010)
Hart of Dixie
Homeland
Revenge
Downton Abbey (forgot about this too)

Not my favorite, but Once Upon a Time has potential.

Books:
I read a lot of great books this year, but the ones that stuck with me the most were the following non-2011 publications:

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
Just Kids by Patti Smith
The Imperfectionists by Tom Rachman (rec'd to two people)
Netherland by Joseph O'Neill

Movies:

I loved Attack the Block, but past that I feel like I didn't see a lot of movies this year, and, more importantly, none of them blew my brain back. I preferred Source Code, Limitless, Another Earth to Descendants, Moneyball, and Midnight in Paris, all of which I thought were good but am hard-pressed to imagine as Oscar winners.

I didn't really love anything I saw this year, but I probably enjoyed Crazy, Stupid, Love the most and Drive was probably the most striking. Bridesmaids was funny, but it didn't knock me out. Tower Heist, despite Brett Ratner's brazen dumbassery, was in my opinion a funnier film. The best female performance I saw this year was easily Keira Knightley in A Dangerous Method.

Again, I still have a lot of 2011 films to catch up on.

Music:
My favorite music of the year came from Florence + the Machine, Adele, the Black Keys, Foster the People, AWOLNation, Mumford and Sons, and The Naked and the Famous.

Other stuff:

ice skating -- I just skated for the first time yesterday, and now it's my New Year's resolution to learn how to really skate. Excited!

Studio City -- my dream has come true. I am now a Studio City resident.

Nicholl Fellowship -- 2011 I was a QF with my first-ever completed feature film script.

Trader Joe's dark chocolate rocky road bars -- I eat an insane amount of that now.

Portland, OR

Lisbon and Sintra, Portugal; Valencia, Spain

chocolate salami

Overall, it was a decent enough year. Let's just hope 2012 is better.

Christmas spirit

So I live in an apartment building, and I have a parking space. This is not a dream parking space. It's a tight fit in an alley between my apartment building and the one next door. It is next to the (currently overflowing) garbage and recycling bins and right in front of our laundry room. There is no entrance to the apartment building next to us, so I'm not blocking any of them, but sometimes people in my apartment get irritated because they have to squeeze to get to the laundry. I have a compact car. There's only so much I can do.

But it's a parking space.

And now I don't have it. Apparently, the apartment building next door decided I was parking on a foot of their property, and, in the grand tradition of Christmas goodwill and sharing, put up cement posts in my parking spot while I was at work. Without any kind of prior notification or convo about it. My landlord just found out about this today. Classy.

Now this apartment next door has a real parking garage under their building and cannot possibly get any use from this space. It might be a little easier for the DirecTV guy to put a satellite on their roof or for their energy consumption to be checked, but that's really it. Also, my landlords have been using this space for parking for something like 30-40 years without an issue.


The amount of space between the posts and the cabinet on the right is what they get. Seriously. Basically it accomplishes nothing but putting me out.

So...

Merry Christmas! I'd keep writing but I parked so far away I have to leave now to get to my car in time to go to work tomorrow.

Damnation.

Portland (OR)

So I have now officially been bodily in AZ, CA, CO, CT, DC, DE, FL, GA, IL, IA, IN, MA, MD, ME, MI, MO, NE, NJ, NH, NY, NC, NV, OH, OR, PA, RI, SC, TX, UT, VA, VT, and WI. I think that's the lot. I may have traveled through (but not to) a few others and just don't remember that I, say, stopped in the St. Paul airport or something.

Anyway, LOVED Portland. Minus an inexplicable seizure-like event in our lovely, inexpensive Courtyard hotel room around midnight the first night, I had a great time.

PDX is a very easy, friendly, pleasant, not-crowded airport. You can take the red line to downtown. It's awesome.

The first day, we flew in early and had a late breakfast at Fresh Pot because I'd heard they had Montreal-style bagels. I either remember Montreal bagels wrong, or these weren't them. In any event, it was okay, but not great. However, the elephant stamp is super cool.


Then we went to Finnegan's Toys and Gifts, then to Powell's, where we spent A LONG TIME because it's AWESOME, and I got a beautifully illustrated Travels of Marco Polo remainder.


By then, starved, we went to Clyde Common, where I had the egg sandwich, whites only, which was very lovely. I highly recommend it.

We did a little window shopping, then went back to the room to rest, keen on going to the Art Institute of Portland later that night for a craft fair (which ended up being two tiny tables of stuff) and a letter press exhibit-thing (one room, lame). Pretty unexciting. We walked around the Pearl because all the shops were open late. Lucy bought some yarn for her mom, and I bought a shiny little green wreath craft thing that I subsequently managed to punch my thumb through and slightly ruin. As long as you don't look at it too closely, it's okay, though.

We had supper at Gruner, which had AMAZING pretzel croutons. Like, so good, I asked for some more, and they brought me a free cup that I ate later. Everything else about the place was kind of meh.

Back to the Marriott, which again was awesome. Seizurey thing.

Next morning, we went to NE Portland via bus in order to brunch at Pine State Biscuits. BELIEVE THE HYPE. I had a biscuit with fried chicken and cheddar on it. It was INSANE. I want one in LA, along with these guys.


We shopped around that section of Alberta Street, bought coffee, and peppermint chocolate ice cream at Salt and Straw.


Then we walked down 15th Avenue all the way past Klickitat Street!


For those of you with sad childhoods, you may not know that Klickitat Street was the home of one Ramona Quimby, age 8. So, awesome.

After an afternoon rest, we walked across the 405 to have dinner (accidentally) at Sweet Basil, which is a Thai restaurant entirely run by transvestites (except for the chefs). Between lip-sync'd disco hits, Lucy ate, and I tried not to feel creeped out about someone gyrating on a stage behind me to bad '70s music.
Then we went to McMenamin's Mission Theater, which is a moviepub, and saw The Rum Diary for 3 bucks! I had popcorn and was happy.

The next morning, Luce went and had breakfast with a friend, so I checked out Voodoo Doughnuts and bought a dirt doughnut and a no name doughnut.


The no name (pb, rice krispies) was insanely filling, and I ended up giving the dirt doughnut to Luce. I also bought a vegan pumpkin muffin and a croissant from Pearl Bakery, which were uninspiring.

Watched the last half of Dinner for Schmucks after just realizing we had HBO.
When Lucy returned, we went to the Portland Saturday Market, stopping by Stumptown on the way...


which is near Voodoo and opposite this wall.


The market was SO COOL. If I had money and suitcase space, there's a paper tulip lamp and a wire sculpture I absolutely would have bought. Instead, I got my stepdad a t-shirt that said "Eat Locals" with a zombie chasing a farmer on a tractor. He best like it. We also learned a lot about the Portland bubblers from a guy who we sadly did not buy any wares from. Oh, well.


We had lunch at Little Big Burger, where the burgers were, indeed, little. But I was full from breakfast, so I was fine.

We didn't really know what to do after visiting the science side of Powell's, so we just headed toward PSU, taking a rather long break from the cold in the lobby of the lovely, historic Beacon Hotel, where Lucy had tea. And I may have possibly stolen someone's Do Not Disturb sign. Maybe.



BTW, Portland isn't just coffee. There are A LOT of chocolate shops. I did buy one green Michel Cluizel chocolate that ended up being oddly good.

We wandered around PSU for 30 seconds while I talked to my dad, who told me he was about to be a great-granddad, but, oh, wait, actually already was. The things I don't know about my step-family are many.

Finally, it was time to head airport-ward. We passed the itsy-bitsy Occupy Portland protest (which apparently grew after we left) and had a quick dinner at some food trucks near the hotel. I had some really good Korean spicy chicken.

Then home!