Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I think I must be Debbie Downer. My blog is so depressing! It is completely boring to read because I am just boo hoo about everything in the world.

I am going to make an effort not to write about any depressing documentary about Tanzania that I may have recently seen, no matter how thought provoking and how much I am iching to talk about the forgotten plight of Africans in the overpowering grip of globalization.

Today I am going to write about happy and seemingly meaningless things - like how much I love Izze soft drinks or rather, "sparkling juices." I am particularly addicted to the Sparkling Lemon and Sparkling Blackberry flavors. They give the illusion that I am being healthy and yet having a delicious taste sensation at the same time. I can't say enough about how much I enjoy them. Whenever I go to any restaurant where they have Izzes it instantly means I am going to enjoy that meal so much more. And just to connect it back to my last post, the movie theater where I watched Pride and Prejudice also sold Izze sparkling juices. Who can't love that? I got to watch all of the brooding emotions of Mr. Darcy and sip on a Sparkling Lemon. Now that is something to be happy about.

Monday, February 27, 2006

I am trying to come out of it, but it is impossible. Usually I get into weird obsessive phases with a particular interest that lasts for about a month or so. Yet for some reason, I cannot emerge from my latest Jane Austen obsession which has been going on for well over four months now. It all started with the latest Pride and Prejudice film adaptation. I assumed I would hate it, because I heard about how different it was from the book, Keira Knightley in general annoys me, and how could it ever compete with the 1995 adaptation? However, I was generally surprised with how much I enjoyed it and was quite shocked that the new Mr. Darcy could replace even Colin Firth in my mental ideal of how Mr. Darcy should be.

Well, long story short, and several viewings of the movie and the miniseries later (because almost every night I will pop it in the DVD player and watch twenty minutes or so), I am still in this obsessed phase which has caused me to re-read the book at least two more times as well as move on to re-reading all of the other Jane Austen novels and watching their film adaptations.

I think this all stems from the fact that I am just generally disgusted with the rudeness and lack of gentility that permeates modern day America. I mean, I want to live in a place and a time where people are "amiable". What I admire so much about the Austen heroines is that they are bright and intelligent creatures, which makes them distinct from their contemporaries, but yet in spite of their assertive characteristics they still are polite and respectful. Austen does such a good job of pointing out the insincere grandstanding and moral mongering of her day (which does unfortunately appear in our day too), but at the same time valuing a society where people live according to standards of decency and respect.

Perhaps all of this stems from the fact that I have been working in family law cases where people generally exhibit a lack of character.

One thing that I am convinced of though is that there are far to many Mr. Wickhams in the world and a substantial lack of Darcys. The world is full of scoundrels, liars, and cheats. Shamefully, many of the men that I have dated have fallen into that category. They are charismatic and entertaining. They are generally given high regard over the quieter, more reserved Darcy types. Lucky for me, in all of this Austen exhilaration I have been made aware of the gratitude I have in finding my Mr. Darcy (in writing this I realize that this renders me as pathetic as the girls that were sighing aloud at the end of the movie Pride and Prejudice).

Pioneer Square Sucks

Last night David's car was broken into. They broke a window on the back passenger's side and there was glass all over his backseat. Whoever it was didn't take anything from his car, though. His tennis racket was in the backseat, but they didn't take it. David is smart and didn't leave anything of value in his car for the miscreants in his neighborhood to take. It was just a mere annoyance more than anything else. Now David has to clean up glass, get a new window, and until then drive around with white trash plastic taped to where his window should be.

Seriously, David needs to move. Pioneer Square is terrible. The night before when I was leaving his apartment in just trying to walk to my car I nearly was caught in the middle of this huge bar fight melee that had migrated down the street. Then the police came and their magic beating sticks came out and bodies were flying everywhere and I just wanted to go home.

Not to mention the fact that almost every night that I am leaving the same woman asks me for money so she can buy tampons. That woman must have quite the menstrual flow. Or maybe she just thinks that makes her more sympathetic and she forgets that I am someone that she uses that ploy on every day.