2.24.2012

and the nominees are...

For the fourth year in a row, Ian and I watched the Oscar-nominated animated shorts. And thanks to our Cinematographer level Coolidge Corner Theatre membership with free tickets Sunday night after 6 p.m., we even watched for free.

230:365

This year, the official screening included the five nominees plus four highly commended shorts.


Sunday/Dimanche – A young boy suffers through yet another monotonous Sunday: church followed by dinner at Grandma's with petrified peanuts and pinched cheeks, stranded in a flock of adults. And at every turn, he is faced with mortality, courtesy of the animals that cross his path. The themes of monotony and mortality are echoed in the monochromatic colors and towering scale.

A Morning Stroll – A man walks down a New York sidewalk, bumps into someone, then stops in his tracks when a chicken walks past him, skirts a puddle, and hops up the front steps into a home. This story plays three times in a row, each time set in a different era. The differences in animation and details paint a vivid picture of the time period's culture, and perhaps offer a (tongue-in-cheek) commentary on the social decline that comes with progress. Don't worry though, it's hilarious.

Wild Life – Set in the early 20th century, this was a haunting story of a young Englishman who moves to Canada with dreams of becoming a successful rancher. While his letters home are optimistic, they contrast with the scenes of his reality, beautifully portrayed through an impressionistic oil painted style, and the delightful interviews with the locals and neighbors, which all tell a different story. With equal measures of humor and gravity, it's a tragically poignant story of bright hopes and unfulfilled dreams.

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore – Don't let the title fool you; this is powerful, not just fluff. A tall tale of a young man facing the aftermath of a devastating natural disaster, the short champions the power of stories. Wandering a colorless landscape, the man runs across a library of sorts, where he rediscovers passion and joy thanks to a new friend. I can't say enough about this short. It moved me to tears. Just ask Ian. And I'm betting the Academy agrees.

La Luna – A little boy joins his father and grandfather in their whimsical and honest family business. While advice comes from both sides, from the way to wear the company hat to the best tool for the job, he learns how to contribute, and succeed in his own unique way. Not only is the story endearing, but the animation and soundtrack glow with a celestial sparkle. Once again, Pixar doesn't disappoint.

Highly Commended Shorts

Nullarbor – The wide and beautiful Australian landscape serves as a backdrop to a quirky story about the lengths a man will go to to get a cigarette. Apparently great lengths. This is a beautiful portrayal of the Outback, and the story earns some laughs.

Amazonia – I'm a sucker for frogs, so I definitely enjoyed the story of a little tree frog who turns to an older, wiser tree frog for advice in how to safely snag a bite to eat. In the process, they attract the attention of larger, toothy, and equally hungry jungle animals. While this perhaps has more appeal to a much younger set, the ending is brilliant no matter how old you are.

Skylight – A short and sweet mockumentary, this short champions the plight of the Antarctic penguins, who are turning into baked turkeys due to global warming. The animation is quirky, and the credits are the best part of the short, making the most of humor in what happens off screen.

Hybrid Union – Two racing robots find that they are both upstaged by a third robot that seems to avoid the same issues they have in obtaining fuel. The competitors form a partnership to avoid being left in the dust. I'm not sure if this is commenting on our current energy or providing a lesson on teamwork, but either way, it was charming.

We enjoyed all of the shorts, and highly recommend catching them if you have the opportunity. Have fun watching the Oscars, and may the best films win!

*update: we were right — The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore took home the Oscar!

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2.18.2012

we've got more bounce in California...

Thanks to Caleb and Tina's wedding, at the end of January we had the perfect excuse to leave wintry New England behind for sunnier southern California. At least for an extended weekend.

One last shot on the way to LAX

We packed Thursday evening and were in bed by 10 p.m. (where we watched an episode of Castle). By planning mix-and-match outfits, I packed so light I could even fit my neck pillow in my suitcase. And my personal item was my purse, not a giant backpack. We're getting scarily good at the minimalist-travel-out-of-a carry-on thing.

Friday morning we were up bright and early to catch our 8:30 a.m. JetBlue direct flight to LA. After AirTran connections over Christmas, JetBlue's cushy seats, exceptional legroom, unlimited snacks, free cable, and absence of layovers made us feel like we were in first class. That feeling increased when the flight attendant who accidentally cut between us in the security line gave us free adult beverages to make up for it (even though we only drank half of what we got and I finished Ian's Bloody Mary mixer sans vodka; that stuff is good).

complimentary bloody mary

Jordan met us at the airport and drove us to his fiancee's apartment in Pasadena, where Brittany had prepared lunch. After catching up over salad and fresh seared ahi tuna, Ian and I headed to Hemet in Brittany's car. They shared Jordan's truck for a day so we wouldn't have to rent anything. Amazing.

Confession: While cruising down the freeway, I forced Ian to listen to the whole Win a Date with Tad Hamilton soundtrack, because I can't think of LA without getting "More Bounce in California" stuck in my head. I don't think he minded though. (right Ian?)

The wedding was on an old property in Hemet, formerly a retreat for the likes of Marilyn Monroe, Clark Gable, and Charlie Chaplain. The family of one of Caleb's college professors is restoring it as a new retreat for groups. And it made a beautiful backdrop for the wedding.

today's singing venue #hemet #california

We had so much fun catching up with friends we hadn't seen in years; we picked up just where we left off. Those are the best kind of friends.

After the rehearsal and barbeque on the lawn, I helped Caleb and groomsmen mix up 20 gallons of sangria, their signature reception cocktail, in 5 gallon water jugs (I fulfilled Tina's requirement for a helper that wouldn't "taste test"). Ian helped string lights in the big party tree. And then we crashed at 8:30 p.m. PST while the wedding party went to the hot tub to relax. The coast to coast time change just kills you.

The time change also gave us an early morning, which involved a Starbucks + doughnut run, decorating the party tree with hanging tissue paper pom poms, second breakfast with the Kafkas, and music practice for Ian. We topped it all off with lunch at In-N-Out: a day I've dreamed of for the past 4+ years.

hanging decorations

And before we knew it, it was wedding time.

Caleb + Tina in t-minus 1:20

Tina was beautiful, and I'm pretty sure Caleb teared up just a bit as she walked down the aisle with her dad.

caleb + tina cutting the cake

After the ceremony, we grabbed our coats and headed to the lawn for dinner (Thai) and dancing under the party tree. The wedding party flash mob shuffled to "Party Rock Anthem" right after the couple's first dance, which got everyone on the dance floor. We rocked out until midnight (EST, i.e. 9 p.m. local), then headed back to Pasadena and crashed on Brittany's pull-out sofa.

Sunday, we squeezed in as much as we could: church, Din Tai Fung (which we've been craving since Singapore), Huntington Library (specifically the gardens), a quick tour of Fuller (where Jordan + Brittany go to seminary), an awesome slow cooker dinner, a lot of theological discussions, and a walk around the neighborhood with Brie (Jordan's golden retriever).

the huntington

We even were able to meet up with our good friend Nathan Monday morning for breakfast before heading back to LAX.

Our flight home was smooth and relatively pain free: an hour delay at the gate due to technical difficulties translated into free in-flight movies. Moneyball was fantastic, so thanks JetBlue for the delay!

Congratulations Caleb + Tina; you'll love being married. And thanks Jordan + Brittany; we can't wait to see you again (at your wedding!) in June.

Click here for (lots) more photos.

2.14.2012

recipe for a happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentines, @scherling200

Say yes to dessert.

Hope you have a great one!

1.31.2012

thankful list | December + January

Well hello Mr. President.

01. autoplay on Hulu when my strained back confined me to the sofa.
02. discovering Once Upon a Time when I needed a diversion (see above).
03. a rolling chair at work so I didn't have to get up so much.
04. being in a reading mood again.
05. Ian finishing the last two LARE sections (results in 3 months).
06. MUTEMATH live.
07. a date to The Nutcracker.
08. CookieFest 2011.
09. freshly waxed eyebrows and a dinner date to celebrate.
10. smooth travels and only an hour flight delay.
11. the art of packing for 10 days in a carry-on.
12. a sweet brother-in-law who shopped for us at IKEA.
12. the drive to Denver with Ian when we had to exchange items at IKEA.
13. Swedish meatball consumption because Ian forgot to send Ren frame dimensions.
14. Grandma Judy driving out to see us.
15. updated family photos with Dane, Micki and Ren.
16. gold toenails with extra sparkles.
17. Grandma Marilyn's fall resulting only in a shoulder fracture, nothing worse.
18. being around when Grandma Marilyn fell so we could take care of her.
19. tasty Christmas dinner even when it's late and reheated.
20. incredibly thoughtful gifts from everyone.
21. Creatures, the card game.
22. Grandpa's WWII stories in digital format. I almost cried.
23. using Grandma's old Encyclopedia to answer trivia questions.
24. seeing cows dotted across the prairie under a vibrant sunset.
25. a walk down the farm road.
26. potato sausage and rhubarb pie.
27. friends everywhere we go (miss you, thanks for driving and hosting us).
28. A great anniversary spent on the Plaza in KC.
29. warm fuzzy sweaters and hiking socks when it's 10 degrees outside.
30. Wen's cookies.
31. new music on a cold dreary day.
32. kiwi.
33. Suburgatory (cold outside = more tv inside).
34. quick trips to the MFA thanks to our membership.
35. Old Try's BCS championship watch party.
36. dinners + great conversations with old and new Boston friends.
37. minimal damage (only laundering needed) when our radiator turn into a geyser.
38. a trip to California in January.
39. picking up exactly where left off with old friends.
40. Caleb + Tina's wedding.
41. Jordan and Brittany offering to loan us a car for a day + host us.
42. palm trees.
43. Din Tai Fung.
44. In-N-Out Burger.
45. JetBlue's leg room and snacks.
46. free movies because of a delayed flight home.
47. our bed.

Oh In-N-Out. After more than 4 years it's good to finally see you again.

1.25.2012

assumptions.

charlie ticket on the express bus

"Hi! Are you waiting for the bus?" the woman asks as she arrives at the bus stop. She's well dressed in long coat, bundled against the cold New England weather that finally arrived with the new year.

"Yup." We are at the bus stop, after all, I think to myself.

From under a big hooded coat, she asks, "What bus you are taking?" followed by "Where you are going?" and informs us she just had dinner with a friend. Her trip home is long apparently, and she has to work tomorrow.

We recommend a different bus to give her a more direct route.

She listens as if considering our suggestion, then cautiously declines. "I don't think so. I know where I'm going."

At this point it dawns on me. Her awkward questioning tactics. The slight slur blending the spaces between slowly enunciated words. The hesitancy to change from the familiar. She might be special needs.

"What bus are you taking?" she asks again, and now I am sure.

She goes on to tell me about her job at Lord & Taylor. It doesn't quite fit with the mental image I have begun to construct, but it would explain the coat and designer handbag. She mentions something about stocking.

After my answer to each question she asks and my agreement to each statement she makes, she pauses long enough to give the impression that the conversation is over, then launches in again with awkward, ill-fitting replies. My phone tells me we will be waiting for at least five more minutes. I want to talk to Ian instead, but how can I be rude to someone like her? So I respond. Agreeing that, yes 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. makes for a very long, exhausting work day.

"Nine hours straight is a lot."

"We get an hour break for lunch."

Eight hour work days twice a week. Must be rough. I remind myself to extend grace. She continues to complain, citing a busy holiday season with extra hours: almost 30 one week.

Finally the bus comes, and she says goodbye with a flourishing wave before she gets in line ahead of us.

As we sit down a few seats away from her, we exchange glances. "As soon as she asked us again what bus we were taking, I knew," Ian confides. "She's drunk, so I just zoned her out."

Oh.