tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79693037658801453712024-03-05T18:01:48.485-05:00tried to live forever every day of the yearjessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.comBlogger1257125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-48713301596876733582015-05-26T15:14:00.000-04:002015-05-26T15:16:50.743-04:00Storytelling.When I was in high school, I was pretty ambivalent about the future. I went to three different high schools so I tended to live day by day, not really believing I was in control of whatever came next (there was no evidence of it). I had a lot of passions and creativity, but I didn't know what I should <i>do</i>. When it came time to look up colleges, it was already pretty late in the application game, and I remember turning on the computer to devote a few minutes to searching for schools just in order to check it off my parents' to-do list. It was not a big priority. I was consumed by things like the new school and town I'd just moved to, the new friends I was loving spending time with and hoping they liked spending time with me, and crushes, of course. So I looked up colleges that met two criteria: they were in a city and had a good writing or journalism program.<br />
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A couple of my high school English teachers had pulled me aside and let me know that I was pretty good at writing... my papers got As and I did love reading. But I was also one of those people that got As in most classes, even ones I despised like Algebra and Chemistry. So I more or less shrugged it off and smiled and said thank you and went on to more pressing matters like making sure I had time to check my locker mirror before the next class because there might be something caught in my braces. When I moved to Pennsylvania my senior year of high school, just a week or two before classes started, I met with a counselor to enroll in classes and she said they kept an opening in their journalism elective which managed the school newspaper for military kids joining late (that was me!). None of the other electives appealed to me, so I said sure. Again, I didn't choose it because I felt it was My Path or anything. All I knew was that some old people thought I was good at writing. My parents said so, too, but y'know, <i>parents have to say that</i>.<br />
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By the time I got to college in Boston, I was extremely excited for many reasons, mainly being on my own for the first time and navigating various social activities like parties. And, sure, class, too. Yet, when classes started something unexpected happened. I was, perhaps, finally challenged in a way that I knew I had to pay attention. And my classes about the humanities and arts and writing were inspiring me and staying with me beyond the lectures and required reading. I couldn't care less about that science requirement I had to take, but I was pretty excited to write papers suddenly. Be it an analysis of themes in <i>Rear Window</i> or the misogyny of old fairy tales and new ones. I liked writing, a lot more than I thought I did. It always seemed more of a hobby than anything professional... I'd always kept a diary, always had a notebook handy for my dramatic renderings of adolescence or fictional stories (coincidentally, most of them had a protagonist who was a perpetual new girl in high school). Much of those long road trips moving across the United States or plane trips to Panama were spent in my head conjuring stories from a parallel universe. All the questions I asked everyone was a habit drawn from moving and trying to adapt as quickly as possible; some people found it annoying and others advised it was probably a good trait to have as a journalist. In college, it all started to make sense.<br />
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After graduation, a gloom descended when I realized there weren't a lot of publications paying well (or even at all) at entry level. I moved to a new city with interviews, but would not have been able to pay for rent and food (nevermind everything else) with the quoted salaries. The coveted positions usually went to the more fortunate, and I ended up temping for a fashion company, which led to a decent-paying permanent position--one that I still have today.<br />
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Yet, over the last ten years since I graduated college, I never gave up on the writing. I did some freelancing at first, but that didn't keep my attention. I wrote stories and kept up a blog as a creative outlet. In the last few years I met some women that were also writers and we were able to share our works in groups and pairs. I never really sought out publication or tried to submit my work anywhere though some friends prodded me to. Last year I felt a resurgence of inspiration after attending some meet-ups with other writers, and felt compelled to really get to this novel idea I'd been treading on for some months. I finally started writing it out, thanks to many women who cheered me on. One of them, a certain <a href="http://beca.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Beca Grimm</a> (we had a total meet-cute in the lobby of our Bushwick apartment building and realized a shared passion for yoga and writing), was recently asked to guest curate an issue for online publication <a href="http://www.storychord.com/" target="_blank">Storychord</a>. She remembered a story I had shared a few years ago, and asked me to submit. I was a little nervous, my anxiety manifesting as it usually does when I reread old works, but I edited it as best I could and <a href="http://www.storychord.com/2015/05/issue-101-jessica-maria-johnson-ally.html" target="_blank">yesterday she ran it</a>. It's my first piece of published fiction, and I'm honored that it's on a great site like Storychord (I'd thought for years of submitting to it), was chosen by an illustrious journalist in her own right, and is accompanied by two pieces of art by incredibly talented women, <a href="http://www.allywhite.com/" target="_blank">Ally White</a> and <a href="http://cassandrajenkins.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">Cassandra Jenkins</a>.<br />
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So here it is: <a href="http://www.storychord.com/2015/05/issue-101-jessica-maria-johnson-ally.html" target="_blank">TEN YEARS FROM TODAY by Jessica Maria Johnson</a><br />
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Yes, this whole long post that got really introspective was just to tell you that I have a short story up now on Storychord.com. THANKS FOR READING, AS EVER.<br />
<br />jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-20302649573019077182015-04-15T13:05:00.000-04:002015-04-15T13:05:06.165-04:00And now for something a little different.I'm trying out a new platform called TinyLetter to send out monthly dispatches on my goings-on. I probably won't make the archives public, so <a href="http://tinyletter.com/jessicaxmaria" target="_blank">subscribe</a> if you'd like to keep up. My first letter will be going out today, April 15th.jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-67786308453083810442015-01-31T12:00:00.000-05:002015-01-31T12:03:55.256-05:00My Top Films of 2014.Spending the end of 2014 packing up my life and moving across the country and then unpacking for the last month was not conducive to being timely about my annual Top Films post! But here we are, and hopefully I can press publish before we hit February. While I lagged a bit in written updates, I definitely saw a lot of movies in 2014. Jesse remarked a few weeks ago that he actually saw more movies in 2014 than any other year because he finally gave in to my every film-going whim and said yes when I invited him. It was a grand time to see a lot of movies with my husband; in years past I certainly saw more movies alone. I am smiling big right now -- I feel like something has been conquered! And it's a good thing that lot of the movies I dragged Jesse to were pretty good.<br />
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And so, I unveil, my favorite movies of 2014... as it exists today, subject to different order or whims of mood on other days -- but the beginning of this list is pretty solid.<br />
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<b>01 BOYHOOD</b><br />
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Linklater strikes again for the second year in a row! I wasn't sure what to expect with <i>Boyhood; </i>when the film began I was like why is this is starting out with Coldplay's "Yellow"? And then I was taken back to when I first heard that song... twelve years ago. And then: I understood. As the movie unfolded, following a family and their world through the eyes of their son Mason, I was mesmerized by the way in which the director/writer Linklater and the actors were able to create--more than anything--an immersive feeling. It's definitely part nostalgia because there was a lot I recognized (the big sister/little brother dynamic to name one). The story is simple, but the way in which Linklater filmed the movie (aside from the once-a-year-for-12-years thing) evoked such a quietly thrilling perspective on a childhood journey. I saw it twice in theaters, and the first time <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.tumblr.com/post/91579752601/with-one-of-my-favorite-directors-of-all-time" target="_blank">I was lucky enough to meet Richard Linklater and the main actor, Ellar Coltrane</a>. I might have known then, back in July, that it would be the best film I saw this year.<br />
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<b>02 WHIPLASH</b><br />
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This movie surprised me. As I was putting together this list I was surprised that it came in at #2. But, the best films I saw this year provoked emotional reactions from me. <i>Whiplash</i> not only hit me emotionally, but physically as well. Seeing this film on the big screen, with the music almost another character between the two main characters (played superbly by J.K. Simmons and Miles Teller -- an actor whose hype I never understood until this film), the tension on screen froze up my body as well. When the lights went on in the theater, I let out a breath I must have been holding without realizing. An excellent script, fascinating directing, and good acting. A solid, great movie... if you must watch it at home, watch it with the volume loud.<br />
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<b>03 UNDER THE SKIN</b><br />
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A beautiful, eerie, dark film that captivated me from the start. A somewhat silent film that still told a story, at once otherworldly and yet recognizable. It was uncomfortable, mostly, but enthralling. I like having to pick up the clues in a film to understand what's happening; my brain was churning through this whole viewing. The end culminates into a tableau of alien horror--based in a true, familiar, sad reality. The incredible visuals elevate the story to an even higher plane.<br />
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<b>04 SELMA</b><br />
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I'm not one for biopics; I've always been more of a fan of fiction and creative storytelling as opposed to depicting fact -- mostly, I'd like to leave it to documentaries. Trust me, no Hollywood film based on a true story is going to get every fact correct. Fellow true story Academy Award nominees <i>American Sniper, The Imitation Game, Theory of Everything, Foxcatcher -- </i>all have "fact" issues<i>. </i>Let's also talk about facts -- how a different perspective sees facts differently (it took a show like <i>The Affair</i> to really demonstrate that outrightly) -- and how <i>Selma</i> is from a perspective most films don't show, it's a familiar story told from someone else's valid perspective. Hurrah for that perspective! The predictability and remake barrage has bored me in the theaters; <i>Selma</i> told a great story freshly, and well. And the LBJ historical critics? The film is more than fair to his legacy, I didn't understand it's criticisms as I watched. As written in the <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/news/amy-davidson/selma-fair-l-b-j" target="_blank"><i>New Yorker</i> in defense of this film</a>: "<i>Indeed, there is no moment in “Selma” where King really thanks Johnson or, Hollywood-style, puts his hand on his shoulder and tells him, “You’re a good man.” If that’s what the “Selma” critics crave, there are plenty of movies that offer it</i>." It's just stunning to me that this is the film being attacked; it's a great film. The acting, the script, the directing are superb. As a woman, it's truly amazing and stupefying to make realizations mid-film like "wow, I'm watching more than one scene of two women speaking to each other." That's because the film was directed by a woman. And that's why it's important: representation and balance on many, many levels. Ava DuVernay is a gifted director, and I look forward to more of her work. As the film ends with a speech by the extremely talented David Oyelowo as Martin Luther King, Jr., there's a point that the crowd in the film begins to clap, and I was jolted as many people in the theater erupted into applause as well. I couldn't help but agree.<br />
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<b>05 THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL</b><br />
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Wes Anderson, usually an acquired taste, seemed to have hit something this year with audiences -- was it the ending? Either way, I'm glad more people are on board. I mean, a Wes Anderson film is nominated for an Academy Award?! What! But it's a great film, a movie that retains Anderson's style and whimsy and humor with punctuations of disturbing darkness -- so colorful, and yet -- that ending. The directorial effort on display, the camerawork, set design, and images are all wonderful. I've never liked Ralph Fiennes as much, it was just a perfectly played role. I was excited by this film (saw it twice in theaters) and I've never been more excited for what Anderson has planned next.<br />
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<b>06 ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE</b><br />
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Under the guise of treating my husband to a special event by one of his favorite directors, I bought tickets to a screening of <i>Only Lovers Left Alive </i>that included a post-film concert of the soundtrack live. Jesse loves Jim Jarmusch--<i>Dead Man</i> is his favorite film of all time--and I thought, hey, maybe Tom Hiddleston will show up? Two birds, one stone, you know what I mean? Sadly, Hiddleston did not, but we watched with Jarmusch a few rows behind us. I'm smiling as I type this because it really was a fantastic night: the entire Sunshine Theater in New York was booked for <i>Only Lovers</i>, decorated and dimmed, eerie music playing as we waited for the film to begin. And what a film! Gothic and beautiful and TILDA and funny and me thinking, huh, this is really Jarmusch? It's, in my opinion, his most accessible film. I played the soundtrack on loop for months afterwards--those guitars!--and perhaps that was because we saw that soundtrack played live amongst sets reconstructed from the film??<br />
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I don't know what PR firm handled that event, but that's how you promote a film--centering every detail to recall the film, and make it memorable. The film itself was perfect for the treatment given the acting, the directing, but also the essential music.<br />
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<b>07 WILD</b><br />
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Here's a film I was excited for because I read the book -- and I was happy that Cheryl Strayed's flawed, beautiful, persevering spirit was captured so well by Reese Witherspoon and the movie. Most of the moments in the book are depicted similarly, there are many passages in the book I read and felt so visceral and gut-punching, and the film accomplished that as well. Though there were parts that made me nearly look away from the page (something that's not happened very often while reading anything), the film managed to sliver them in, and I liked the way the film's script and directing handled Strayed's small but engrossing story.<br />
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<b>08 SNOWPIERCER</b><br />
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Yeah, this movie has its flaws and some weird special effects, but damn if it isn't a great ride of a film. It's a spectacle in the best way -- with twists and turns that kept me guessing, and I love not knowing what's about to happen in a movie these days. Chris Evans impressed me most here than any other work he's done, and the cast of characters, dystopian story, and jumble of metaphors provided a lot of fun for the viewer. I thoroughly enjoyed watching this movie from beginning to end.<br />
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<b>09 BELLE</b><br />
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Here's a true story that's never been told on the screen! And despite earlier protests in this post, I really just loved this movie because of it's heartache and uplift, for its superb acting in Gugu Mbatha-Raw (she will win an Academy Award one day -- she should have been nominated for this), and for its sweeping period directing (I really, truly, love sweeping period films. LOVE THEM). Another film that depicts a time in the past, that still attests to the issues we face in the present. (And like <i>Selma</i>, it also co-stars Tom Wilkinson? And was directed by a woman!)<br />
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<b>10 BEGIN AGAIN</b><br />
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Woah woah woah left field, right?! I mean, I wanted to put <i>22 Jump Street </i>here (that's not really a joke) but this one came in late and under the radar at the tail end of 2014. And wow! I remember loving <i>Once</i>, and when I started this movie I had no idea it was by the same filmmaker. I had heard mere blips about this movie. Nobody was like: Hey, Jessica, you might like this, it's got good music and heartfelt storylines and wonderfully rendered characters that don't fall into gender tropes -- so, this is me telling you: watch this movie. (You know who did recommend it to me? Jesse's dad! My father-in-law suggested this film!) Keira Knightley and Mark Ruffalo are grand. Adam Levine is also in this movie, but he's not as grating as I expected. And the soundtrack is on repeat -- did you hear the featured song in the film "Lost Stars" is nominated for Best Original Song at the Oscars? -- little did I know Keira Knightley could sing in that singer-songwriter style I love. The emo girl in my heart, she was satisfied.<br />
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<b>HONORABLE MENTIONS </b>(that probably, given my mood, could have made my Top Ten -- 2014 was a *#$&!& great year in movies in my opinion)<br />
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<b>WE ARE THE BEST! </b>- currently streaming on Netflix, this Swedish film about a trio of pre-teen girls who start a punk band made me smile with glee. Punctuation point! Similar to <i>Boyhood</i>, there's something recognizable about watching these girls' journey in adolescence.<br />
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<b>IDA </b>- a black and white Polish film that searched down corridors I was not expecting. Awe-some.<br />
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<b>22 JUMP STREET </b>- if you know me, you know why. Best comedy of the year. Channing Tatum 4 Lyfe. Something Cool.<br />
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<b>THE EDGE OF TOMORROW - </b>on the insistence of one of my best friends, I relented and watched this Tom Cruise flick, and then watched it again the next night (he may or may not have gifted me the movie on iTunes for my birthday). This is a GREAT movie. Tom Cruise, yet again, proves why he's a great star and actor. Emily Blunt, you rule. I had one minor quibble, but other than that: spectacular.<br />
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<b>GONE GIRL - </b>one of my favorite theater-going experiences on opening night. You could almost hear the difference between the people who had read the book against the shocked waves of those who hadn't. There's some mishandling of the material, but I love watching that dark, brooding Fincher directing, unapologetically.<br />
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<b>BIRDMAN - </b>spectacle, spectacle, not GREAT, but damn good. A little too clever, perhaps? The cinematography shines above all else.<br />
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<b>BLUE RUIN </b>- WHAT IS THIS AMAZING MOVIE? It's streaming on Netflix right now and I urge you to watch it immediately. Jesse and I were -- I'm about to use this word -- gobsmacked as we watched. I won't even mention anything about it, just watch it.<br />
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<b>GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY - </b>because it was the most entertaining film I saw all year.<br />
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<b>THE ONE I LOVE - </b>SCRIPT. Low budget science fiction might be my favorite screen spectacle; I loved that this is essentially sci-fi but more grandly about human romantic relationships. A more cynical <i>Eternal Sunshine</i>, but worth the ride all the same. Plus, Moss + Duplass! And though I love low-budget sci-fi there's still something about...<br />
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<b>INTERSTELLAR - </b>I didn't even know if I liked this movie upon first viewing. But after several conversations (SEVERAL!) and me watching myself slowly to fervently start defending it, I really love that there's a director like Nolan out there who gets the big bucks to tell unpredictable stories in IMAX.<br />
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<b>OH YOU WERE VERY GOOD, TOO</b><br />
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<b>THE GUEST</b><br />
<b>LOVE IS STRANGE</b><br />
<b>OBVIOUS CHILD<br />FRANK</b><br />
<b>THE DROP</b><br />
<b>X-MEN: DAYS OF FUTURE PAST</b><br />
<b>THE IMITATION GAME</b><br />
<b>CHEF</b><br />
<b>VERONICA MARS</b><br />
<b>THEY CAME TOGETHER<br />NEIGHBORS</b><br />
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<b>I MEAN, OKAY? BUT I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU!</b><br />
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<b>INHERENT VICE</b><br />
<b>LUCY</b><br />
<b>FOXCATCHER</b><br />
<b>HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE</b><br />
<b>GODZILLA</b><br />
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<b>CAPTAIN AMERICA: WINTER SOLDIER</b><br />
<b>THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU</b><br />
<b>BIG EYES</b><br />
<b>THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING</b><br />
<b>THE JUDGE</b><br />
<b>SPIDERMAN 2</b><br />
<b>AMERICAN SNIPER</b><br />
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<b>#NOPE</b><br />
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<b>NOAH</b><br />
<b>THAT AWKWARD MOMENT</b><br />
<b>DAWN OF THE PLANET OF THE APES</b><br />
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And now, your thoughts! What were your favorites?? What did I miss? I have a list of films still to see -- <i>Nightcrawler, The Babadook, Two Days One Night</i> among them.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px;">Some of my past top film posts: </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-seven-recap-my-top-films-of-2007.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2007</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2009/01/youve-always-been-latest-thing-to-be.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2008</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-top-films-of-2009.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2009</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-top-films-of-2010.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2010</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.79px;"><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.tumblr.com/best-films-2011" style="color: #945151; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2011</a> | <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-top-films-of-2012.html" style="color: #945151; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">2012</a> | <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-top-films-of-2013.html" target="_blank">2013</a></span><br />
<br />jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-62556002133738878582015-01-26T01:23:00.000-05:002015-01-26T01:23:53.505-05:00My Year in Books: 2014.<i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">Ever since I challenged myself in 2009 to read <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-year-in-books-2009.html" style="color: #945151; text-decoration: none;">52 books in the year</a>, I established some good reading habits to keep up the momentum. I've relaxed on the challenge aspect of reading, since I don't want to deter from reading longer books just because they may take more time.</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">Here are the the books I read this year in chronological order, the star rating I gave them on </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/jessicaxmaria" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px; text-decoration: none;">Goodreads</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">, and those that are bold became all-time favorite books of mine.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">01 <i>The Best American Magazine Writing 2013,</i> ASME *****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">02 <i>Powers, Vol 1: Who Killed Retro Girl?, </i>Brian Michael Bendis ***** (re-read)</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">03 <i>Like Life</i>, Lorrie Moore ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">04 <i>A Story Lately Told</i>, Anjelica Huston ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">05 <i>1800 Miles to Nowhere</i>, Brian Diaz ***</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">06 <i>Salvador</i>, Joan Didion ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">07 <i>Ms. Marvel, No 1</i>, Willow G. Wilson *****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">08 <i>S.</i>, J.J. Abrams and Doug Dorst ***</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">09 <i>The Luminaries</i>, Eleanor Catton *****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">10 <i>Disgrace</i>, J.M. Coatzee *</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">11 <i>The Last Thing He Wanted</i>, Joan Didion ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">12 <i>Songs for the Missing, </i>Stewart O'Nan **</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">13 <i>After Henry</i>, Joan Didion ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">14 <i>The Yellow King and Other Stories</i>, Robert W. Chambers ***</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">15 <i>Swimming</i>, Joanna Hershon ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">16 <i>The Thousand-Dollar Tan Line, </i>Rob Thomas and Jennifer Graham ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">17 <i>Powers, Vol 2: Roleplay</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ***</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">18 <i>Powers, Vol 3: Little Deaths</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ***</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">19 <i>Powers, Vol 4: Supergroup</i>, Brian Michael Bendis *****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">20 <i>Powers, Vol 5: Anarchy</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"><b>21 <i>The Book of Unknown Americans, </i>Cristina Henriquez *****</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">22 <i>Powers, Vol 6: The Sellouts</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">23 <i>Powers, Vol 7: Forever, </i>Brian Michael Bendis *****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">24 <i>Powers, Vol 8: Legends</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">25 <i>Powers, Vol 9: Psychotic</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">26 <i>Powers, Vol 10: Cosmic</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ***</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">27 <i>Powers, Vol 11: Secret Identity</i>, Brian Michael Bendis ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">28 <i>The Most Dangerous Animal of All</i>, Gary L. Stewart and Susan D. Mustafa **</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">29 <i>Cutting Teeth</i>, Julia Fierro *****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">30 <i>Goodbye to All That: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York</i>, ed. Sari Botton ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">31 <i>The Woman Upstairs</i>, Claire Messud ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">32 <i>Friendship</i>, Emily Gould ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"><b>33 <i>Wild</i>, Cheryl Strayed *****</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">34 <i>Middlemarch</i>, George Eliot ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"><b>35 <i>Bad Feminist</i>, Roxane Gay *****</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">36 <i>Americanah</i>, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">37 <i>Nightwood</i>, Djuna Barnes ****</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">38 <i>All the Roads That Lead From Home</i>, Anne Leigh Parrish ****</span></span><br />
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<b>My favorite book of the year, and perhaps the last decade--a novel in which I saw myself and my mother and the important stories of of those who rarely have their voices heard: </b><i>The Book of Unknown Americans </i>by Cristina Henriquez<br />
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<b>My second favorite book of the year, because when one becomes inundated with apocalyptic premises, this one will sneak up on your and make you realize the beauty in your own world: </b><i>Station Eleven </i>by Emily St. John Mandel<br />
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<b>A book dear to my heart that fills me with pride in my friend and honor to have been asked to edit it as it headed towards publication: </b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00OQVYW80/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00OQVYW80&linkCode=as2&tag=tritolivfor-20&linkId=F6Z3OTQ3FCUMSMRC" target="_blank">A Million Miles</a></i> by <a href="http://twitter.com/amymaddensays" target="_blank">Amy Fleisher Madden</a><br />
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<b>Examples of well-written novels that are great reads without having a "relatable" protagonist to root for (something I despise when people evaluate a story): </b><i>Cutting Teeth </i>by Julia Fierro, <i>The Woman Upstairs </i>by Claire Messud<br />
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<b>Example of a not-so-well-written true story with a narrator you're supposed to like but by the end you kind of hate and you were glad when you got some money for it when you traded it in before moving across the country because c'mon, not even a DNA test?: </b><i>The Most Dangerous Animal of All</i> by Gary L. Stewart (who believes his father was the Zodiac)<br />
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<b>She wrote how many pages at what age and won what award what am I doing with my life this is amazing!?: </b><i>The Luminaries </i>by Eleanor Catton<br />
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<b>Book I tried because of its Celebrated Author but became confused as to why it was any good at all: </b><i>Disgrace </i>by J.M. Coatzee<br />
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<b>Now understand why this marvel is a classic: </b><i>Middlemarch </i>by George Eliot<br />
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<b>Book that started out like watching the pilot episode of <i>LOST</i> and then became the final season of <i>LOST </i>and just...uh...lost me: </b><i>S</i> by J.J. Abrams and Doug Dorst<br />
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<b>Short stories that stayed with me for such a long time I had to take breaks between reading the next story: </b><i>All the Roads That Lead From Home </i>by Anne Leigh Parrish<br />
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<b>Cannot wait for the movie because LUPITA: </b><i>Americanah </i>by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie<br />
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<b>Books that made me cry in public: </b><i>Wild </i>and <i>Tiny Beautiful Things </i>by Cheryl Strayed, <i>The Book of Unknown Americans</i> by Cristina Henriquez, <i>Station Eleven</i> by Emily St. John Mandel, <i>Bad Feminist</i> by Roxane Gay<br />
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What was the best thing you read in 2014?<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">Previously: </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-year-in-books-2009.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20.7999992370605px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">2009</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-year-in-books-2012.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20.7999992370605px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">2012</a> <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">| </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-year-in-books-2013.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">201</span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">3</span></a>jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-84796227924918167632015-01-23T15:27:00.000-05:002015-01-23T15:27:48.232-05:00My Favorite Albums of 2014.Yes, I'm late. It's nearly February of 2015! I will say -- I think I already like more music in 2015 than I did in 2014. 2014, for me, was the year of the soundtrack... and some of those songs weren't released in 2014, but I'm counting it either way.<br />
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<b>St. Vincent / <i>St. Vincent</i></b><br />
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I've loved Annie's music for a long time, but this one, aptly self-titled, is her best album yet. She's a musical genius whose songs and sounds mesmerize me. For instance, probably my favorite sound or recorded aural moment of 2014 was in the song "Huey Lewis" during an instrumental break that starts around 2:10 and really revs around 2:36. That point that it revs? I remember walking to work in New York and listening to this song for a few weeks straight during that walk -- and pushing up the volume at that moment to drown out everything and get pumped for the day. It still works. Every single song on this album works.<br />
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[SIDENOTE: REALIZATION THAT MY QUEEN AND KING BOTH RELEASED SELF-TITLED ALBUMS IN 2014?]<br />
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Ryan has been a favorite for years, clearly, since this very space on the internet is named after a lyric in one of his songs. And this S/T shines with some brilliant moments; some of his best music in years. There's something more calm in him, but with that ever-present soulfulness that I love his music for. It's also coupled with the fact that Jesse surprised me with tickets to see Ryan Adams a week after moving to Los Angeles in December--the sound of the newest songs vibrated within me. When he sang "New York, New York" I began to cry. Then he sang "Dear Chicago" into "Lucky Now" and I bawled; it was a necessary catharsis. I live here now. I love him always.<br />
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Here's my Rdio playlist of some songs from my favorites of 2014 -- the rest of the list is below --<br />
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<b>Against Me! / <i>Transgender Dysmorphia Blues</i></b><br />
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The throaty wails and strength remain, it's power and it's beautiful.<br />
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<b>OK Go / <i>Hungry Ghosts</i></b><br />
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The best album they've recorded. The videos are still brilliant -- but I've definitely danced around in my room alone because this music gets me pumped UP.<br />
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Jesse played this album over and over and over again. And now I love it.<br />
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ALL OF THE SOUNDTRACKS<br />
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<i>Boyhood</i> - my most listened to song of the year was "Hero" by Family of the Year<br />
<i>Begin Again</i> - yes freakin' Adam Levine is in this movie and on this soundtrack SORRY I LOVE IT<br />
<i>The Guest</i> - LISTEN TO THIS ENTIRE ALBUM WITH GLEE DO IT NOW<br />
<i>Only Lovers Left Alive </i>- death / life / love / eternity / guitaaaarzzz<br />
<i>Whiplash</i> - what the hell I'm listening to instrumental jazz on the daily now what IT'S SO GOOD<br />
<i>Under the Skin - </i>eerie being eerie<br />
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I must mention that Fiona Apple wrote a title song for the Showtime drama <i>The Affair</i> and that song is like eight million times better than that show is and I think I just pressed next episode JUST TO HEAR THAT SONG PLAY OVER THE TITLES. And yet! And yet!!!!! It's unavailable for purchase anywhere. I've looked. If you find it, tell me. <i>I sink back into the ocean...</i><br />
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The Both / <i>The Both</i><br />
The Menzingers / <i>Rented World</i><br />
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What about yourself? January has already been fruitful with releases: Sleater-Kinney's <i>No Cities to Love</i> is giving me life, Bjork's surprise early release, Mark Ronson's dance fest <i>Uptown Special </i>is the soundtrack to my dinner-cooking most nights. But we'll save that list for the end of <i>this</i> year...<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.796875px;">Here's some of my past top albums: </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-seven-recap-my-top-albums-of-2007.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20.796875px; text-decoration: none;">2007</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.796875px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-top-albums-of-2008.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20.796875px; text-decoration: none;">2008</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.796875px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-top-albums-of-2009.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20.796875px; text-decoration: none;">2009</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.796875px;"> | </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.796875px;"><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-top-albums-of-2010.html" style="color: #945151; text-decoration: none;">2010</a> | <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-top-albums-of-2012.html" style="color: #945151; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">2012</a> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.796875px;">|</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20.796875px;"> <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-top-albums-of-2013.html" target="_blank">2013</a></span>jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-10251835112433269872015-01-03T13:25:00.000-05:002015-01-03T13:25:54.690-05:00New York City you're almost gone.It’s 2015 now, and I live in Los Angeles. I moved here two weeks ago and it’s been a transition of a magnitude I’ve never experienced before—and I grew up moving every two years in a military family. It’s good, though, for the most part (what move isn’t without its downfalls?).<br />
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I don’t fear change or adjustment (probably due to aforementioned upbringing), and I’m looking forward to finding my routine in this wild west. Sometimes I feel as though I was physically launched from New York to Los Angeles as if a cartoon, pried loose like a splinter deeply entrenched in Brooklyn and flailed across the miles to land with a few bumps softened by Jesse’s tight embrace in the sunny December heat of the San Fernando valley.<br />
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New apartment, new car, but same friends, same job. New office, right in our new home.
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It’s been interesting – no, not “interesting,” what a bland word – it’s been odd, magnificent, thrilling, strange, fun, and weird the past couple of weeks in the road to acclimation. Jesse and I have been married for five years (an anniversary celebrated in 2014), but it’s the first time we’ve found ourselves living in a space that’s all our own. New York means roommates. These last two weeks, though, have been a revelation and we’ve reveled in our newfound independence with each other. We’ve even learned a few things about each other in this two-bed, two-bath that were previously undiscovered or indecipherable in that giant loft space (with various roommates over the years). It’s a bit of a rebirth, an enlightening new view of my husband and this relationship. I like it.
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There’s still more thoughts on 2014 to come in their usual form: what I consumed in 2014 art-wise and how it fell in rank by year’s end. I’ve been collecting thoughts on New York <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.tumblr.com/post/95007910356/my-friends-write-exceptionally-well-and-when-they" target="_blank">the Joan Didion way</a>, of course. That goodbye is formulating somewhere in the back of my mind. I’ve had no chance to really sit down and write the past month—that’s what packing and unpacking and organizing and working a day job and flying across the country with a cat and fretting over big money purchases will do to a person. But, I miss it. I mean to continue the <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.tumblr.com/tagged/monday-word-count-update/chrono" target="_blank">writing routine</a> I established last year, starting here, starting now.
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A whirling weekend involving impromptu travel plans began promptly at 5:15am Friday morning. I'd fallen asleep only five hours before, the twinge of excitement alive in my stomach making sleep fitful (also to blame: the nocturnally hungry cats). But the adrenaline pumped as my alarm went off and I showered, put on my pre-planned air travel outfit (slouchy dolman shirt, slouchy boyfriend jeans, a study in ultimate comfort) and threw my toothbrush in my backpack.</div>
<br />Arriving at the airport at 6:30am I busied myself near the gate with the iPads available to order breakfast at every seat around. Coffee, bagel STAT. An hour until boarding. Perused internet places, fell in love with some writers, felt even more motivated to write more. Mentally noted some places I could take my characters next time I sat down to write.<br /> <br />Boarding! Got to my window seat, opened my book, and promptly fell asleep. An hour and a half later I woke up and didn't understand why we were still on the tarmac at LaGuardia. WHAT IS HAPPENING?<br /> <br />And that's where everything devolved. We eased back to a different gate due to a mechanical issue with the air conditioning. And then we heard the problem could be solved! With a new part! That would take 4-5 hours to arrive from JFK airport. And so, at 10:30am my 8:30am flight was rescheduled for 5pm.<br /> <br />I was supposed to arrive in Minneapolis at 10:30am, pick up my rental car, and be reunited with husband, band, cool studio/house by noon on Friday. Instead, I did not arrive until well after 9pm. I spent my day at LaGuardia.<br /><br />The moment that I cracked? I was waiting standby for the fourth Minneapolis flight of the day at 4pm, surrounded by the others from my stranded flight hoping to get on another, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was a co-worker who was sweating profusely.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">
-- Jessica! What are you doing here?<br />-- I've been here since 6:30am! What are YOU doing here?!<br />-- I am going to visit my friends in Minneapolis! I thought I was going to be late, I've been running through the airport. Oh, look my zone's boarding! I hope you get on this flight!</blockquote>
I stood there as she scurried to the gate agent. I watched her drag her carry-on behind her and walk right under the screen that had my name listed as #13 on stand-by priority. And then I started laughing. She'd been in the airport for maybe 20 minutes. And she was on her way to Minneapolis!<br /> <br />As I stood by the window to the new gate at 5pm, waiting for my original flight, I started laughing at the absurdity again. That's right: I was laughing to myself, by myself. When the plane pulled into the gate I was quite shocked. I raised my hands over my head, gleeful and unbelieving. IT'S HERE! I yelled. FULL OF GLEE.<br /> <br />Because many people from the original flight were lucky enough to fly stand-by earlier or get another flight or cancel altogether, I had a whole row to myself when my original flight finally took off at 6:30pm. YUP. I slept most of the way, and the adrenaline returned as I stepped off the plane into MINNESOTA. I nearly dropped to my knees and kissed the ground. But that's gross.<br /> <br />I picked out my rental car, plugged my iPhone into the car, entered the address for the house and I was on my way! It was actually quite a beautiful ride as I drove further into the rural countryside. And then, as it grew darker, I remembered my true feelings about rural countrysides: they are scary.<div>
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But I arrived soundly at house Pachyderm, a rental living space and music studio, where Nirvana most famously recorded <i>In Utero</i>. The Motion City men are recording their sixth album there. When I entered the house I was met with complete silence (it was empty since they were recording in the studio building). On first impression, the house looks like it was built in the '60s (it was), but not in the woods of Minnesota, more like the hills of California. Perhaps it was because I was just reading about the Manson murders and the death of the '60s, but I was like, this looks like a murder house. There's orange carpeting and floor to ceiling windows. It's so retro California and at night the windows are pitch black and anybody outside can look in without you noticing. These are the thoughts I have. I mean, serial killers live in the woods, right?</div>
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Luckily Jesse met me and showed me the rest of the premises, but he had to get back to recording. He told me to relax, swim in that indoor pool if I wanted (it was very inviting after being in an airport all day!), and just chill out. So, I attempted to. The pool is poorly lit and the bottom of the pool is painted black, so pair that with the giant wall of black windows, I was little skittish. But the pool was warm! It was inviting! I got in and dipped under water. When I came back up I heard a BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! above me, like someone running through the kitchen. It ended up being Justin coming back to the house for something, but that was the moment the water grew cold and I started shivering and I tip-toed back to Jesse's room for a hot shower, locking every door behind me. </div>
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The house is very beautiful, but, y'know, it's also feels like MURDER HOUSE at night. MIGHT JUST BE ME?!?!!?!</div>
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Saturday, my only complete day to be spent in my husband's presence, was a fun day filled with friends. Fellow MCS wives Lindsay and Jill joined, along with our best man Jason, and other new people. There was a lot of catching up and game-playing while the men wrote and recorded. We drank wine and listened to the progress of the recorded songs. I cannot wait to hear the finished versions of these songs. They have me amped. Lindsay and I are already planning dance moves at future shows. When the guys wrapped up for the evening we sat around the dining room table discussing all sorts of topics, but me, I mostly talked about serial killers.</div>
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And on to another subject entirely. It must be noted that throughout this whole weekend, my best friend in the whole world was in labor. I was anxious with updates and I didn't want to go to bed until I'd heard a baby had been born. So around 2am I was able to breathe easy again and let me tell you, as the first of my close friends to have a baby, the photos of that baby made me weep with joy and dance around because he is beautiful and I am so happy for my friend. </div>
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<br />It was a sad Sunday morning, as only about 36 hours had passed, and I was packing up to leave again. Jesse and I made breakfast and sipped coffees looking at photos of our friend's new baby. Everyone else slowly joined the kitchen congregation and then it was time for me to say my goodbyes even though I'd just said hello. </div>
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The drive to the airport quickly took my mind off any melancholy, however, because it began pouring a solid wall of water and my fear-filled weekend ended on a note of hydroplane anxiety. I made it fine however, because I am an excellent driver. </div>
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I boarded the plane on time, it left on time, and it even arrived in New York on time. As I de-planed I noticed my co-worker that I'd seen on Friday had been on the same flight as myself, too. Oh, oh the coincidences--that we must not ignore, because that's the beauty of life, right?</div>
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Yesterday: the heat.<br /> <br />There were two plans and both involved going to the movies and one was reliant on another factor and included the director doing a Q&A and the other was just two ladies getting together for a subversive comedy. First plan devolved and then the second shortly after. I went home to the cats.<br /> <br />The cats were happy to see me and I was unhappy to see their fur coming off their bodies in swaths. <em>The heat! </em>The air was thick not only with humidity but also cat hair.<br /> <br />I made myself comfortable and heated up my leftover Thai food and got up again to crack open that last Crispin cider in the fridge because did I mention it was hot? The humidity was making my hair reach out to <em>there</em>.<br /> <br />The second season of <em>Orange is the New Black</em> continues to prove that there are still many, many stories out there left to be told (let's stop re-hashing the same stuff, right?) and a lot of those untold stories are that of women and people of color. I admired the brilliant unfolding of the fourth episode with Lorna's backstory. It's just full of the kind of storylines and people I don't see in the media much. More of this! More, please, more.<br /> <br />My attempt to stay cool in the apartment were dwindling as my cider evaporated but lucky for me Adam was nearby and he too enjoys cider. I walked into the bar and he already had two ciders waiting. Somebody asked if we were hydrating by drinking pints of water. Oh no, dear friend. This is cider.<br /> <br />After I flopped onto my bed and slept barely in that warmth. The cat wanted to snuggle like most nights but I had to push him away; what are you crazy? I said.<br /> <br />Tonight, my own personal brand of torture: doing laundry.<br />
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<br />Planned impromptu travel plans with the husband last night. It becomes a much more difficult task when you're thirty and have a job and a pet and friends who are nine months pregnant and plans already in your calendar for the time you're looking to escape town. But escape I will and I'm looking forward to the journey and the adventure to come in three days time. His photos have been drenched in a lush greenery and I imagine that while he will have to do some work I will use the solitary time to focus on some writing with that green decorating the edges of my focus, fueling the creativity. At least, I hope.
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<i>The following contains <b>SPOILERS</b> regarding 2014's The Amazing Spider-Man 2. If you're a fan of the comics, you pretty much know what I'm about to discuss.</i><br />
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A few weeks ago I found myself with a lack of plans since most friends were busy and my husband was out of town. This particular Tuesday afternoon I decided to see <i>The Amazing Spider-Man 2 </i>when I left the office. I settled on the superhero movie because I’d seen most everything else interesting in theaters, and because I figured the Very Important Thing from the comics had to happen in this sequel.<br />
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In one of the most defining moments in the original comic book series, readers witnessed the death of Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker’s high school love. It’s a crucial and dramatic scene made even more tragic because it’s <a href="http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20060122014414/marveldatabase/images/1/17/Gwen_stacy_dies.JPG">unclear in the comic</a> whether Green Goblin has already killed Gwen when she’s thrown off the George Washington Bridge or if Spider-Man’s web grabbing her mid-free fall whiplashes her so severely her neck breaks. This one moment is so much a part of Spider-Man legend that to this day people still debate what really happened and it even inspires <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15814489-the-night-gwen-stacy-died">amazing surreal-narrative novels</a>. About a fictional event! In this latest series of films Gwen Stacy is played by the endlessly charming actor Emma Stone. She’s funny, intelligent, and gloriously blond as Gwen; her rapport with Andrew Garfield (her real life boyfriend) feels like the real glue of the story and the films would feel empty without this element. <br />
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I settled into my seat at the theater with my nutritious concession-stand dinner of chicken tenders. I ripped open ketchup packets while observing the crowd as they filtered in. I enjoy the experience of going to a movie by myself; of course it’s rare that I’m truly by myself. Observing others’ reactions to the same material has always fascinated me.<br />
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That night the theater was relatively empty—another reason I love to go right after work on a weeknight. There was a family in the row directly in front of me; a man and woman with two small children. The children, a girl and a boy, were seated between their parents. A twenty-something man in a tie arrived just as the trailers started and by the looks of it, he had also came straight from work, though a large popcorn and soda would serve as his dinner. He was two rows ahead of me.<br />
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The movie started, and just like in the first film, I was most captivated by the scenes that centered on Peter Parker, not as Spider-Man, but as a teenager talking to his Aunt May or going back and forth on his need to break up with Gwen to make sure she is safe (foreshadowing!). The action was fine if quite unthrilling. The movie almost felt like two separate movies mashed up into one, and I probably yawned as Jamie Foxx’s Electro tried frying Times Square or when Dane DeHaan’s Harry Osborne tried saving himself from his father’s own ugly fate<sup><small>1</small></sup> or… I’m not even sure what Paul Giamatti’s bad guy role served. With a two hour and 22 minute runtime, I was noticing every piece of film that could be excised from the tonally uneven mess. I was taken out of the movie simply for wondering, “Why does this scene exist?” The thing was bloated from the beginning; nothing would have changed had they deleted the first 15 minutes (which they should have). I could go on, but If you want to know my feelings regarding the movie as a whole, my opinion most closely mirrors <a href="http://badassdigest.com/2014/05/06/film-crit-hulk-smash-hulks-237-burning-questions-for-the-amazing-spider-man/">Film Crit Hulk Smash</a>, who has 237 burning questions for it.<br />
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Perhaps that bloat was for a reason. Maybe the director and others in control of the final product also didn’t want to get to the saddest part. There was a minute there where I thought, hey, maybe she won’t die! Alas. Gwen, plucky as ever, decides to help her boyfriend at the last because she cares about the people of New York I suppose, and because she’s smart and knows about electric power-grid machinery. But she is not a superhero, and that’s where she’s less smart and it’s a bit aggravating.<sup><small>2</small></sup><br />
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Gwen meets her demise in somewhat similar fashion to the comics—the Green Goblin drops her down a shaft as Spider-Man comes to rescue her while simultaneously sparring with the enemy. The main difference is that she is alive and screaming Peter’s name as she falls, waiting for that gentle snap of being caught in his web, which was demonstrated so innocently in the first film. As Spider-Man fends off the Goblin, he’s also trying to make sure his web reaches her, but there’s a cascade of metal objects falling as well, and getting in the way of her assured safety. Finally, Spider-Man neutralizes the Green Goblin and dives into the shaft to focus on Gwen—his web reaches her torso in slow-mo, hoisting her, just as her head snaps back and comes into contact with the ground. She appears immediately unconscious. When Peter reaches her and holds her, and that tell-tale blood appears, then it is sure: she’s dead.<br />
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You know what’s tough? Seeing Emma Stone die. That guy in the tie two rows ahead of me sobbed. I managed to hear him through my own shallow breath, my tears streaming freely. Gwen Stacy was the untarnished good person in these films, partly due to a lack of any true character depth, but mostly because of Stone’s gargantuan likability factor. Stone portrayed her so lovingly, so ultimate-best-friend-like (and girlfriend-like), that her death really had that emotional gut punch on screen. It felt like the soul of the film had departed.<br />
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As I tried hard to stifle any sort of vocalization of my tears, afraid that those nearby might hear me cry, I heard the tiny voice of the little girl in front of me ask her mother, “Why isn’t Gwen waking up?”<br />
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After the movie it was that little girl I couldn’t let go. Because she must have been six or seven years old and she didn’t know what death meant yet. <br />
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I tried thinking of when I first understood death. I think I probably had my first inkling when I was a kid watching movies like <i>Jaws</i>. I have a vague memory of sitting on the rug playing with my dolls in my aunt and uncle’s living room in Rhode Island while my aunt and dad watched tv. It must’ve been the late ‘80s. I was not paying attention to the television until I heard the first notes of that famous John Williams score, and then my eyes grew wide as I saw the great white shark and its victims. I was intrigued by the gore and how painful it looked—I recognized that red stuff was the same ooze that would materialize when I scuffed my knees playing with my brother, its mere appearance made me cry—but I didn’t grasp death. Forever is a hard concept for a kid to get, too.<br />
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Years from now, that little girl may or may not remember witnessing Gwen Stacy’s death on the big screen, but maybe that was the spark that set off a curiosity about the concept of death and the film’s correlation to reality. Perhaps like <i>Jaws</i> and the blood, she’ll begin to see how movies can reflect the hardest parts of life even if it’s not real. I left the theater thinking about the girl and what that on-screen death would mean to her and what it had meant to me to hear her, but I wasn’t really thinking about Gwen anymore.<br />
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The four of us entered the warm cafe last Saturday morning; our cheeks red with cold. We were all smiling and exclaiming in greeting despite the frigid air we just escaped. Our eyes focused on the birthday <strike>girl</strike> woman and slid down to her growing belly, trying to tell the difference from when the each of us saw her last (me, one week). She's the first of us, and we are learning. We noticed new, flattering glasses on one of us and discussed the raw wound of a new heartbreak and there were heated (but loving) disagreements on a novel we'd read. The birthday woman described some information about pregnancy none of us understand yet; she knows to disseminate the knowledge as we are all eagerly listening for that maybe, someday.<br /> <br />And I write like this now because we are 'we.' We are sisters, and we are all different, but most of the time, like that Saturday morning, we all move in unison and speak in that language that only we understand. We laugh at the jokes that are impossible to understand if overheard. We know to rely on each other when we need to, and we know happiness isn't a status but each other.<div>
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Apparently my new winter routine, which I enacted after noticing my scaly skin in Panama, has been somewhat successful. The Beauty Department posted a <a href="http://thebeautydepartment.com/2014/01/dry-brush-101/" target="_blank">Dry Brushing 101 tutorial</a>, and I was intrigued by the dry brushing concept and benefits, and the whole moisturizing with <a href="http://thebeautydepartment.com/2014/01/body-moisturizing-must/" target="_blank">body oil</a> <i>before </i>a shower (and after). So, to Amazon I went - buying a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0016ISD04/ref=oh_details_o01_s00_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">body brush</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000MX9XOY/ref=oh_details_o01_s00_i01?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">body oil</a>. Surprisingly, body brushing doesn't hurt, but rather feels invigorating, especially in the morning. And the oil feels great, something I wasn't sure my texturally-hyper-aware and non-sticky sensibilities would like. My skin feels wonderful and I'll be sticking to this routine through to warmer weather.</div>
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Jesse arrived in Minneapolis last week on a day in which the high was 0 degrees. New York's had a few 'feels like 0' days, though. We've been sharing a lot of chapped kisses these days, but it's been nice to have him close on the cold nights. We don't usually watch a lot of television together, but we've snuggled close for <i>True Detective </i>and the BRILLIANT <i>Broad City</i> and now we're amidst <i>The Returned</i> (which is a French show that is not associated with that new U.S. show <i>Resurrection</i>, lest you heard wrong). I hope we'll be able to venture out more often (not that we've been exactly hibernating - can you truly hibernate in New York and stay sane?), but at least in a couple of weeks we'll be sunning ourselves at a wedding in warmer climates. I can't wait.</div>
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I've been remiss, yet again. I flew south and forgot my routine when back in the cold. I spent nine glorious days nearer to the equator, nearer to my far-flung family, nearer to a sun that could scorch your core if you weren't careful.</div>
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That's one thing Panamanians understand: the strength of that blinding yellow sphere. There's nobody lounging uncovered on a towel on the beach; the sand is empty and the people are either in the water with t-shirts or in the cabanas under the shade of trees. Nobody wins a fight against the sun in that belly of the world, even if you're wielding SPF 90. The sun's much too uncomfortable down there, too. I wanted to sit in a chair, feel the heat on my legs as I drifted into Didion's <i>Salvador-</i>-I like to match my vacation reading to the locale--but two minutes, maybe less, and I was moving that chair under a tree again. The sun in Panama burns in the way a stove might sear your dinner or those first few layers of skin; it's the devilish half to its northern personality.<br />
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My grandfather (Abuelo) turned 86 while we were there in January. He christened me Popsicle when I was younger, because I always wanted a cool, sugary treat from the corner store when visiting in the summers. He'd escort me and my brother (Abuelo nicknamed him Peluso for his untamable hair), and buy us 'boli' ice pops for five cents each. Popsicle is one of the few English words he knows, and he still holds my cheeks and says it in greeting.<br />
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My mother and father were there too in January and we spent a few days on a beach that not many souls know about and I read many books and played cards with cousins and helped gather firewood for the evening bonfires. It's desolate in grand fashion; it's expansive and gorgeous and we're the only people taking up a small bit of it's seemingly infinite space. On the first night there my father told me to come see the stars away from the cabana lights and Jesse and I walked out towards the tide line, which had pulled back into the ocean and we walked where earlier that day we had struggled to stay afloat. We looked up and the entire universe was overhead. The milky way, a cool blue star, something red, all breathtaking. We are but specks and it's always there on that beach that I feel it most, gazing into other worlds.<br />
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One day we drove into the mountain area named Volcan for the dormant volcano nearby, and the breeze took the bite out of that sun and we were surrounded by lush greenery and Panama's agricultural center of farms and silos and greenhouses and animals. Everything seems much more vivid in that country of my birth. When we flew between cities the coastline's blues and greens were bordered by jungle and not even near Panama City did I witness too many of the resorts that pepper every beach in the United States like the ones last year we saw descending into Tampa or even San Francisco. Panama's beauty is still vast and there are those who don't venture past its capital -- for now. I visit every other year and there's a fear I'll come back to a ruined nature of things as I knew them. I held my breath this time as we rounded corners--for just a second, though, because everything is still lovely and some things even improved.</div>
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Time with my family is always full of laughter, jokes, easy camaraderie, and love. My godmother and mother's twin, Tia Lita, always putting others before herself and making sure Jesse had air conditioning in the room that's usually hers. Always practicing her English with us and making sure we know how happy she is that we are there. My Tia Belly, the young rascal who used to model and wants everyone to think that she's my sister, not twenty years older. My Tio Neco, serious and efficient sometimes, but just the opposite when he decides to let loose. He brought over his two new kittens to the house because he knew how much I wanted to meet them. My Abuelo and Abuela, together forever in that same house since I was a babe. There are many, many others. I think of them and I feel warm again.</div>
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On our last night in Panama City, all my cousins took us out for an evening on the town, finding a craft beer bar that Jesse would appreciate. They spoke in English and I practiced my Spanish--we all seemed to speak with more ease once we started imbibing. My cousins are all of my generation and we are most curious about each other's lives in different countries and we talk about pop culture and politics and our family and our differences but our surprising similarities. At the end of the night, it was hard to say goodbye to my Panamanian counterparts, as a few hours seemed too few for all we wanted to say to each other. </div>
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jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-61876364538707694062014-01-15T17:23:00.001-05:002014-01-15T17:23:36.158-05:00More cinematic thoughts.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Of course, there are movies I haven't seen yet from 2013 that had to be omitted from my list. The biggest miss I think has been <em>Nebraska</em>, but I hope to fix that tonight. There's also <em>The Spectacular Now</em> (when I finally finished the somewhat terrible book it was already out of theaters - but bad books tend to make good movies? At least I know this one will), <em>Stories We Tell, The Act of Killing</em> (my documentary game was way off this year - docs are more TV-watchers for me than paying a movie ticket for...), <em>Dallas Buyers Club</em> (too much info floating around about the 'true story' really about a self-interested homophobic arse, so...), <em>Captain Phillips</em> (meh), <em>Saving Mr. Banks</em> (Walt Disney played by Tom Hanks? <a href="http://www.vulture.com/2014/01/read-meryl-streeps-nbr-speech-in-its-entirety.html?mid=facebook_nymag" target="_blank">Meryl lays it out</a>...), <em>The Butler</em> (Lee Daniels doing something straight-laced? And also Alan Rickman as Ronald Reagan? Hm.), <em>You're Next</em> (how do I see this movie?), <em>Kings of Summer, Philomena, In a World</em>, etc. <br />
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I'm a bit wary of feature films "based on true stories" given the liberties taken by movies like <em>The Hurricane </em>and also because perhaps it would've been more compelling as a documentary than a dramatization and also I don't have a need for films to be 'realistic.' But sometimes it works out as in two of my Top 10s - <em>12 Years a Slave</em> is just an out and out masterpiece with a story little have heard or been exposed to in such a way and <em>Fruitvale Station</em> begins with the actual video, and takes artistic license in the day in the life Oscar Grant. The point being that it was a relatively normal day. I wish that more movies started out like <em>American Hustle</em>, warning, "Some of this actually happened." At least <em>The Wolf of Wall Street</em> didn't campaign or tout much of it's true story, because that man is a terrible person and gee gosh darn makes a cameo in the film because I guess his life is still pretty awesome now that he's buddies with DiCaprio and Scorcese. He's a bad person (swindler, wife-beater, rapist), but life turned out great for him anyway -- and that's probably the most succinct way of telling you why I didn't like that movie or its message.<br />
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Tomorrow are the Oscar nominations, and though I'm always disappointed, every year at least there are some surprises! Here are some of my far-fetched hopes for tomorrow:<br />
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<strong><em>Her</em> and <em>Before Midnight</em> are nominated for Best Film</strong>. I think <em>Her</em> has a better chance, but you never know. All the indie lovers may gear their votes towards <em>Nebraska</em> instead. Here's my best guesses for at least five of the Best Film nominees:<em> 12 Years a Slave, American Hustle, Gravity, Captain Phillips</em>, and <em>Nebraska</em>.<br />
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<strong>Spike Jonze (<em>Her</em>) is nominated for Best Director</strong>. This may be hard given that I think think the locks are Alfonso Cuaron (<em>Gravity</em>), Steve McQueen (<em>12 Years a Slave</em>), David O. Russell (<em>American Hustle</em>), Paul Greengrass (<em>Captain Phillips</em>). That leaves one iffy spot and Martin Scorcese (<em>The Wolf of Wall Street</em>) and Alexander Payne (<em>Nebraska</em>). Scorcese is Scorcese so I'm thinking he'll get the last spot, but maybe Greengrass will be left off? At this point I think Russell should be shunned for making <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/vf-hollywood/david-o-russell-jennifer-lawrence-12-years-slavery" target="_blank">those comments about Jennifer Lawrence's <em>Hunger Games</em> schedule being like 12 Years of slavery</a>. Oh really? No wonder George Clooney vowed never to work with him again after making <em>Three Kings</em>...<br />
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<strong>Brie Larson and Julie Delpy are nominated for Best Actress</strong>. This is going to be especially hard because the Academy loves Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett (and obviously Meryl Streep, but she's not much of a lock from what I can tell). I think Amy Adams is pretty deserving for American Hustle, and Sandra Bullock and Emma Thompson probably as well as far as the other locks go. But could they drop off Dench possibly for Larson or Delpy?? Maybe?? Pretty sure that won't happen. (Also, Julia Louis-Dreyfus for <em>Enough Said</em>! And Greta Gerwig for <em>Frances Ha</em>!)<br />
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<strong>Michael B. Jordan nominated for Best Actor. </strong>Definitely not going to happen. This one belongs to Chiwitel Ejiofor (who I hope WINS), Bruce Dern, Tom Hanks (always there), Robert Redford, and Matthew McConaughey. I'd place a vote for Joaquin Phoenix on my personal ballot too, because that dude is a straight chameleon.<br />
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<strong>Scarlett Johansson nominated for Best Supporting Actress</strong>. Because, as Jesse said the other day, she somehow holds together the movie <em>Her </em>with just her voice. But I'd actually nominate her for <em>Don Jon</em> -- she gets the role perfectly. I think <a href="http://mynewplaidpants.blogspot.com/2014/01/forever-barbara.html" target="_blank">JA says it best</a>. However, I'm hoping Lupita Nyong'o takes the statuette home, because she definitely nailed the best supporting role this year. Jennifer Lawrence, she's a great actress, but I was not overly impressed by her in American Hustle; Adams stole the show for me.<br />
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<strong>James Gandolfini nominated for Best Supporting Actor</strong>. Posthumous, but worthy. He most likely won't be nominated, given that he passed away, but Heath Ledger recieved one a few years ago... That said, I think the locks are Barkhad Abdi, Jared Leto, Bradley Cooper (meh), and hopefully Michael Fassbender. Another worthy longshot is Keith Stanfield who played Marcus in <em>Short Term 12.</em> <br />
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Okay, time to meet Jesse for <em>Nebraska! </em>jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-45787222903064826262014-01-14T08:00:00.000-05:002014-01-14T12:27:58.864-05:00My Top Films of 2013.As you know, I'm quite an avid movie watcher. Movie-goer. Film fanatic. If you meet me in the street, start talking about a movie and we'll be there a while. I'll invite you to the nearest coffee spot. Maybe we'll have a piece of pie. I could talk about movies for a bit. The below was a hard list to curate and rate. There were a lot of movies I liked in 2013, and some days I like one movie more than another. However, I'm pretty solid in this list - especially after watching my #1 film the other night again, for the third time (first time on DVD), this time with Jesse who hadn't seen it yet. I exclaimed at the end, "This is it! This is definitely the best movie I saw in 2013!"<br />
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<b>01 BEFORE MIDNIGHT</b><br />
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I've long loved the previous two films in this series -- I made Jesse go with me on a walking tour of <i>Before Sunset</i> when we went to Paris last year. I plotted it out myself. I saw <i>Before Midnight</i> twice in theaters; one time by myself in which I cried a whole lot, and the second time with two girlfriends in which I laughed a lot. Last week Jesse and I watched the DVD together, when I was wondering which movie I loved the most this year. We watched the movie about Jesse and Celine, and we paused at times because we felt we had the need to say something right at that moment. Whether it was about the relationship we were seeing displayed or about a certain line they said or just an idea mentioned, Jesse and I stopped and talked about it. There's power in a script that can do that. It was the best script of 2013. Which isn't to say that that was the only superb thing about it -- the directing, cinematography, setting, and the actor/screenwriters themselves are all perfection. Watch <i>Before Sunrise, Before Sunset</i> and then this - perhaps the best trilogy ever made.<br />
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<b>02 12 YEARS A SLAVE</b><br />
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I've long heralded the amazing work of director Steve McQueen - from first witnessing his debut film <i>Hunger </i>and being completely awestruck, and then once again marveling at his perspective and hauntingly visceral work in <i>Shame</i>. From that first movie he was already a GREAT director. Here is an important story; I went into the movie telling myself that at least the main character depicted was able to escape long enough to write down his story for publication. The film is unflinching and needn't be, because there's no reason to make a story like this easy for people to watch. This is a tale that people actually had to live. I've never seen a movie like this; it's a story of slavery from the point of a view of a slave (played by the best actor of the year, hands down, Chiwetel Ejiofor - nobody comes close), a rare story because slaves were not allowed to read and write. The narrative is ghastly, haunting, and superb. The acting across the board (including newcomer Lupita Nyong'o) are all at the same level of perfect. And of course, McQueen's visuals astound.<br />
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<b>03 HER</b><br />
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I am so happy for filmmakers like Spike Jonze, who, like Michel Gondry, Charlie Kaufman, and to an extent P.T. Anderson, is able to create a film that is unlike anything else out there. I mean, it's essentially a sci-fi movie, but nobody would really categorize it so. He made a concept and plot that seems so weird on paper relatable. It starts with a future that's different, but doesn't seem so far off. We're all currently in relationships with our technology (just look around a restaurant these days - more than half of us are on our phones at any given moment), and this just takes it a bit further. The film is truly beautiful in how it looks, and what it says about love and intimacy and relationships.<br />
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<b>04 FRANCES HA</b><br />
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This one took me a bit my surprise. I started watching it and I didn't even know if I liked it. But something happened a little ways in; I realized I was watching a movie that was not about the normal tropes evident in most movies about a young woman -- this wasn't a movie about said woman finding a guy. It was about herself, but also about her closest friendship. As someone with close girlfriends, all of whom I could not live without, Frances resonated with me. And that Greta Gerwig! I never <i>got</i> Greta Gerwig before this; I even went back and tried to watch her last collaboration with director Noah Baumbach, <i>Greenberg</i>, and that was terrible. But she co-wrote <i>Frances Ha</i> with him, and I can't wait for her next writing effort based on this. I loved the black-and-white filming, the harkening to French New Wave styles and Woody Allen, and I especially loved the script. It's a movie where you journey with this woman through her embarrassing, trying, and eye-rolling moments, and yet I loved her. Because maybe we haven't all been there, but, I get it. And you have to pay attention to that well-written script, because it all comes together in the end and I laughed giddily to myself as the credits rolled.<br />
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Just looking through stills of this movie to use with this post nearly made me weep as I recalled the film. The movie takes place at a foster care center for at-risk teens, and despite that setting, it never veers into that dreaded sentimentality. At its center, and its heart, is twenty-something supervisor Grace, played by Brie Larson (in an award-worthy performance - I'm hoping to see her name nominated on Thursday!). She takes care of the kids that come in more than she takes care of herself, and those teens have some gut-wrenching scenes of their own. The pacing is wonderful and I love the way it's shot; I'm looking forward to more from young writer/director Destin Cretton. If you haven't seen this, do yourself a favor.<br />
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<b>06 GRAVITY</b><br />
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I'm not sure what much else I could say that everyone hasn't said already. Though the film was hyped - nobody lied. I rarely watch movies in 3D, but it was my only option at the time, and Alfonso Cuaron (like Ang Lee last year) was able to use the dated technology in an interesting, innovative way. Sandra Bullock once again proves her abilities as an exceptional actress - the woman can do drama and comedy effortlessly! At least it looks effortless. A film that felt like a true cinematic experience of sight and sound. The minimalism of the script was more intriguing than lacking to me, and I'm obviously someone that places a lot of esteem in a screenplay.<br />
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Michael B. Jordan has had a great career so far in television - from <i>The Wire</i> to <i>Friday Night Lights </i>and with a memorable guest stint on <i>Parenthood</i>. His turn as Oscar Grant, a man shot and killed by the Oakland police a few years ago (no spoilers: the actual video footage of his accosting opens the film), marks the start of what I'm sure will be an illustrious career in film; he's brilliant. Octavia Spencer and Melonie Diaz are also great here. I remember the sounds in the theater as this movie ended: nobody was speaking, and there were only stifled sniffing of noses, and wet faces around me. My own face was shiny and tear-streaked. It's one of the most powerful films of the year.<br />
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Yes, I loved this movie. I went into the film thinking, oh I am going to hate this. When the film began I thought, yes this is everything that I hate. And then I was laughing. I was enjoying myself. And then it gets darker without losing it's panache. It's about crime and women and youth culture but mostly it's about The American Dream. Hey, there's those antiheroes people love like Tony Soprano and Walter White, I'd say maybe Brit, Cotty, and Candy should be grouped alike. They get mixed up, they do what they want anyway, and it's all filmed in dazzling neon bursts. I didn't know Harmony Korine could make a good movie.<br />
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Damn! Steven Soderbergh's last feature film?! I hope it ain't so, because I love that man's work. I love this film for what everybody thought it was going to be and what it ended up truly being. You think it's going to make this big serious condemnation and it's just so much more glossy and gleeful than that. Soderbergh was asking "Why so serious?" and I was enjoying his work. Here's an adult drama that keeps you guessing, and looks great to boot. The cast is wonderful as well, and I've never seen Jude Law act so well. I think Rooney Mara is still killing it with each role she gets, and I keep hoping that her and David Fincher will re-team for a sequel to <i>The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo</i>.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px;">Some of my past top film posts: </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-seven-recap-my-top-films-of-2007.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2007</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2009/01/youve-always-been-latest-thing-to-be.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2008</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-top-films-of-2009.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2009</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-top-films-of-2010.html" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2010</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px;"> | </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://jessicaxmaria.tumblr.com/best-films-2011" style="background-color: white; color: #945151; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20.79px; text-decoration: none;">2011</a> | <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-top-films-of-2012.html" target="_blank">2012</a></span></span></div>
jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-1411542463151406162014-01-13T15:11:00.000-05:002014-01-13T15:11:14.767-05:001243Sometimes I write things and then the next day it changes. So I don't have my Top Films of 2013 ready yet, because last night I was paying most of my attention to the Golden Globes and Twitter. Alas, I've made some time tonight to work on that long (and fun!) post. <br />
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Speaking of, though, Best Dressed last night was definitely Lupita Nyong'o in Ralph Lauren Collection. In the "My Fantasy Life" pin board I manage I had <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/217580225720821569/" target="_blank">pinned the very dress from the runway show 17 weeks ago</a> with the caption that I'd "wear to the Oscars when I feel like getting a rise out of Gwyneth." Lupita showed up in my dream dress, and I applaud her. She looked radiant from head to toe. If this is what Lupita wore to the Golden Globes, I'm excited to see what she's planned for the Oscars.<br />
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Another thing that has changed? I finished Donna Tartt's <em>The Goldfinch </em>a month ago and I'm still thinking about it a lot. Like, a lot. If that's not a mark of a good book, then what is? I initially gave the book four stars, but now it's five stars. And I think it may be one of my favorite books ever? I just can't seem to let it go yet, and I still look at all the quotes I saved from it a couple of times a week. <br />
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Okay, I better go work on that best films list!jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-83486939512746257272014-01-12T17:49:00.000-05:002014-01-12T17:49:20.478-05:001242<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Jesse and I kicked off the weekend right: with a magic show on Broadway! All I knew about <i><a href="http://nothingtohidenyc.com/" target="_blank">Nothing to Hide</a></i> before seeing it was that our friend Rick recommended it, it's directed by Neil Patrick Harris, and it had something to do with magic. The two magicians are highly entertaining and I did not stop laughing the entire time - well, except for when I was staring mouth agape at what I had just seen. Jesse and I spent the entire ride home trying to figure out what we <i>really</i> had just seen.<br />
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Culturally, 2014 has been a pretty great year so far. I can't ever take this city I live in for granted. <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2014/01/1240.html" target="_blank">Last weekend I went to The Frick</a>, I've seen a live show, and then yesterday my friend Adam and I went to the Museum of Modern Art. There were a few pieces I was particularly engaged in. Also, Dali's "The Persistence of Memory" is a lot smaller than I imagined.<br />
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My grandmother, probably the person who talked to me about art more than anybody else, had a print of Andrew Wyeth's "Christina's World" in her house when I was growing up. My parents, knowing me so well, made a gift of the print when she passed away and it's on display in my bedroom. I've always been fascinated with it, and can still get lost within it. I've also always noticed hands more than anything else when it comes to meeting people, watching movies, etc. and that's probably another reason I am entranced by the painting.<br />
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There was also a Magritte exhibition, which was far too crowded, but we got in free so I have nothing to complain about. It's just hard to take in paintings when it's hot, people are shoving past, and you can't even see an entire painting. However, there were a few I had the pleasure of taking in 'live,' as it were.<br />
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A really great time with Adam. Hopefully I can continue this streak of quintessential New York fun. A renaissance, in the words of Dan Rydell.<br />
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Last night we had friends over to watch the Patriots dominate the Colts. There was even a Colts fan in our midst, which usually seems to bode well during the playoffs - we've shared past games with fans of the opposite team, mostly to their chagrin by the end of the game. Next week Jesse and I will be visiting family in Panama, so we're currently counting on my mom to figure out how to watch the Patriots playoff game from thousands of miles away.<br />
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Today I met up with my friend Amy for brunch, thinking we would see the film <i>Philomena</i> since we've seen nearly everything the theaters have to offer. However, after a hearty meal, we arrived at the theater to find that our phone app was wrong and there wasn't actually a showing at the time we thought. Our only other option was <i>Anchorman 2</i>. We sighed in resignation, and also that we hadn't had a drink or two at brunch. But in we went.<br />
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Now I'm back watching football with Jesse, hoping the Chargers can hand it to the Broncos again. It's not looking good in the 2nd quarter. Tonight's the Golden Globes, and I'll be finishing up my best films of 2013 list to post tomorrow!jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-49311603085000285672014-01-08T00:30:00.000-05:002014-01-08T00:36:08.863-05:00My Top Albums of 2013.I'm into the second year of my Rdio subscription, and I still love it. I can so easily figure out what albums I enjoy and which ones I don't. And I listened on repeat to the albums I loved. I can't even arrange the list below in ascending/descending order or crown an overall winner, though I will say that the first three listed below don't have a skippable track, I love them in total. Seriously, every single track of those top three, I love. They are all winners.<br />
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What were your favorites of the year? There seemed to be a few bands I "missed" - I tried listening to The Wonder Years after hearing raves, but it never took to my mildly suppressed pop punk soul. I've also been meaning to listen to The 1975, but have yet to get to it!<br />
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<b>Janelle Monae / <i>The Electric Lady</i></b><br />
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She's throwback and she's futuristic and she blends all sorts of styles and I listen to this album with glee because she's surprising at nearly every turn. I cannot get enough, and when her songs start when I have my collection playing on 'random' I sit up straighter, and I usually start dancing in my office chair. "Primetime" is one of the best tracks of the entire year.<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: Primetime, We Were Rock & Roll, Dance Apocalyptic</i><br />
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<b>Haim / <i>Days Are Gone</i></b><br />
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Another band that blends styles, and I am entranced. It's like the most popular '70s, '80s, and '90s sounds mixed together with a powerhouse trio of sisters into MAGIC. Magic, I say.<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: The Wire, My Song 5, Falling</i><br />
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<b>Lorde / <i>Pure Heroine</i></b><br />
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Damn, girl. I listen to this and I remember being a teenager. It so accurately captures the relatively uneventful suburban life, the imagination, the observations of teenage life. I'm somewhat in love with Lorde.<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: White Teeth Teens, Buzzcut Season, 400 Lux</i><br />
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<b>Tegan & Sara / <i>Heartthrob</i></b><br />
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Admittedly, I was wary of the duo after they captured my heart completely with <i>The Con</i>, and left me a little cold with <i>Sainthood</i>. But I do love this album; I came to love this album (except for one song) and that single "Closer" is a killer.<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: I Couldn't Be Your Friend, Drove Me Wild, Shock To Your System</i><br />
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<b>Kanye West / <i>Yeezus</i></b><br />
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I cannot deny how much I listened to this album when it was released. And I cannot deny how much I love it. No matter how much I'd like to, I cannot deny Yeezus.<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: Black Skinhead, I Am a God Feat. God, New Slaves</i><br />
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<b>The Julie Ruin / <i>Run Fast</i></b><br />
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My inner riot grrl of my high school years was fully satisfied with a rad Kathleen Hanna-fronted album. Once I even found myself singing into my brush in the mirror in my room by myself to this album. It was hard not to hark back. Cookie cookie ya cookie YA YA!<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: Girls Like Us, Cookie Road, Just My Kind</i><br />
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<b>A Great Big Pile of Leaves / <i>You're Always on My Mind</i></b><br />
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Their sophomore album does not disappoint, and their live show was great to start with and in a surprising twist JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER. Have you NOT seen them live yet? You should <a href="http://agreatbigpileofleaves.tumblr.com/tour" target="_blank">check their tour dates pronto</a>, trust.<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: Pet Mouse, Snack Attack</i><br />
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<b>Paramore / <i>Paramore </i></b><br />
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I think this album had the power to be perfect - but I appreciate the ambition on full display with the 17 tracks. The album sways from one edge to another to another to another without much cohesion sound-wise, but goddamn if I don't love it. There are about four or five songs I would cut, but this album also contains my absolute favorite song of the year, "Still Into You." I will admit that that song makes me wish No Doubt's last album was better - the subject matter and jump-up-and-down-ness (real word?) of that song is so up Gwen's alley.<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: Still Into You, (One of Those) Crazy Girls [sidenote: this song is basically "Bathwater," I love it], Last Hope</i><br />
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<b>Savages / <i>Silence Yourself</i></b><br />
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RAWR! My 'raging' album of the year, played always on full blast. (Except when I'm driving in San Francisco with Jesse and he vetos it).<br />
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<i>Favorite Tracks: I Am Here, Husbands</i><br />
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<b>CHVRCHES / <i>The Bones of What You Believe</i></b><br />
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Dance, dance, and joy.<br />
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<b>M.I.A. / <i>Matangi</i></b><br />
<b>The National / <i>Trouble Will Find Me</i></b><br />
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<b>Justin Timberlake / <i>The 20/20 Experience Part 1</i></b><br />
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On Friday I woke up grumpy. I could see the snow stacked up on the windowsills, I could hear the whistle of the cutting wind, and I could feel the cold chilling the apartment. The alert on my phone said: -10 degree wind chills. I could hear it! <i>I could hear the cold</i>.<br />
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I grumbled as I put on layer upon layer of clothes getting ready for work. My mood went into certain distress when I could not find the winter fleece socks for my weatherproof boots. After twenty minutes, I went with my weatherproof sneakers instead.<br />
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Then I stood on the subway platform for an hour and a half, saw one packed train come and leave the station without a single person getting on or off, felt my feet go numb, and decided to call it a day on that endeavor. At street level I scurried into the neighborhood grocery store and made sure to grab enough food for Jesse and I if we were to be esconced for the entire weekend because of the blizzard.<br />
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Working from home in a comfortable outfit, under the blankets on the couch, was dream-like. How perfect! I could get everything done right there, and the wind sounds faded into something more like music as I knew I wouldn't have to face them that day again. Serenity.<br />
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On Saturday, an event I was looking forward to at the Frick: the<a href="http://www.frick.org/exhibitions/mauritshuis"> Dutch Masters exhibition</a>. I was in awe of the Vermeers and the Rembrandts; there were many paintings I had never seen in person that I had long ago learned about in art history. But perhaps I’m most enamored of paintings with fictional histories - I do love fiction and I read <i>The Girl With a Pearl Earring</i> over a decade ago, and just finished <i>The Goldfinch</i>. But these fictional accounts also were words upon words of appreciation for these paintings, so when I stood in front of them, it seemed like only then did I understand fully and completely their power and those words. There are swaths of pages near the end in <i>The Goldfinch</i> that are in tribute to the titular painting, and to the enduring legacy of art, to the communication inherent in a centuries-old painting. I was a bit breathless in the throng as I stared at the little bird; maybe my eyes welled up a bit.<br />
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I think my love for Donna Tartt's novel <i>The Goldfinch</i> is swelling in retrospect. I gave it 4.5 stars but now I can't imagine what I docked it for. I think now it's a 5-star book... maybe it's one of my favorite books? It's certainly one that stays on the mind, and after seeing the painting, with the atmosphere Tartt so wondrously puts to page in mind, I'm already looking forward to rereading it one day.<br />
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Afterwards, my museum companion Erica and I went to dinner, both carrying prints of Carel Fabritius' "The Goldfinch" and discussing our other favorite piece in the permanent collection, Jean-Antoine Houdon's sculpture "The Dead Thrush." I don't like birds much in real life, but am apparently attracted to them in art. I retreated home to an empty apartment (except for the cats, of course) and in my fervor of needing more ART decided to watch two long-time must-see Criterion edition films, <i>The Double Life of Veronique</i> and <i>Paris, Texas</i>. Definitely good, definitely ART -- my need to devour such satisfied.<br />
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On Sunday I met Amy for brunch in Williamsburg and we lamented how we'd each only been to Paris once but loved it so much and as we looked around the cafe (it has a French name) we tried imagining we were actually in Paris. But -- not even close. One day, again!<br />
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I returned home for football playoff games with Jesse. It's always fun to watch games with him, even with the Patriots aren't playing. At one point we were talking about the best films of the year and I was having trouble picking my favorite (I've been mulling it for far too long) and then he said that he still hadn't seen one of my finalists and maybe we should watch it. I never say no when Jesse wants to watch a movie! (I, obviously, am always ready to watch a movie.) So we popped it in and it solidified: this was definitely my favorite movie of 2013. More on that when I divulge my list this week...
jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-83152745107775969942014-01-03T13:47:00.000-05:002014-01-03T13:47:27.065-05:00My Year in Books: 2013.<i>Ever since I challenged myself in 2009 to read <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-year-in-books-2009.html">52 books in the year</a>, I established some good reading habits to keep up the momentum. I've relaxed on the challenge aspect of reading, since I don't want to deter from reading longer books just because they may take more time.</i><div>
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This year I managed to read 33 books!</div>
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I managed to read more books that were released this year than perhaps ever before, so I'm a bit proud of that. Like always though, it's definitely a mix! And unfortunately, I still haven't finished <i>S</i>, so that will have to count towards 2014.</div>
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<br />Here are the books I read this year in chronological order, the star rating I gave them on <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/jessicaxmaria">Goodreads</a>, and those that are bold became all-time favorite books of mine.</div>
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01 <i>Dark Places</i>, Gillian Flynn ****</div>
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02 <i>The Secret History</i>, Donna Tartt *****</div>
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03 <i>The Expendable Man</i>, Dorothy B. Hughes ****</div>
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04 <i>The Group</i>, Mary McCarthy *****</div>
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<b>05 <i>Ariel</i>, Sylvia Plath *****</b></div>
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06 <i>By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept</i>, Elizabeth Smart **</div>
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07 <i>The Liars' Club</i>, Mary Karr *****</div>
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08 <i>Sharp Objects</i>, Gillian Flynn ***</div>
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<b>09 <i>Cloud Atlas</i>, David Mitchell *****</b></div>
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10 <i>On Beauty</i>, Zadie Smith ***</div>
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<b>11 <i>The Great Gatsby, </i>F. Scott Fitzgerald ***** </b>(a re-read)</div>
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12 <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i>, Maria Semple *****</div>
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13 <i>Never Mind</i>, Edward St. Aubyn ***</div>
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14 <i>Bad News</i>, Edward St. Aubyn *</div>
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15 <i>Some Hope</i>, Edward St. Aubyn ***</div>
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16 <i>Mother's Milk</i>, Edward St. Aubyn **</div>
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17 <i>People Who Eat Darkness</i>, Richard Lloyd Perry *****</div>
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18 <i>The Song of Achilles</i>, Madeline Miller *****</div>
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19 <i>Mysterious Skin</i>, Scott Heim ****</div>
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20 <i>Howards End</i>, E.M. Forster *****</div>
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21 <i>The Portrait of a Lady</i>, Henry James *****</div>
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22 <i>East Lynne</i>, Mrs. Henry Wood **</div>
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23 <i>Manhattan, When I Was Young</i>, Mary Cantwell ****</div>
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<b>24 <i>This is How You Lose Her</i>, Junot Diaz *****</b></div>
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25 <i>The Night Gwen Stacy Died</i>, Sarah Bruni ****</div>
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26 <i>The Spectacular Now</i>, Tim Tharp *</div>
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28 <i>Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See</i>, Juliann Garey ***</div>
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29 <i>Travels</i>, Michael Crichton ****</div>
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30 <i>The Lowland</i>, Jhumpa Lahiri *****</div>
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31 <i>The Goldfinch</i>, Donna Tartt ****</div>
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32 <i>The Postmortal</i>, Drew Magary ***</div>
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33 <i>The Silent Wife</i>, A.S.A. Harrison ****</div>
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I'm currently in the middle of Sylvia Plath's journals, Doug Dorst and J.J. Abrams' <i>S</i>, and <i>The Best American Magazine Writing 2013 </i>- and I'll be posting <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/and-rivulets-had-you-riveted.html" target="_blank">my favorite articles</a> from it soon. Hopefully I'll finish all these within January. As always, my family was great at Christmas and I got quite a few more books, including what I believe is the rest of Joan Didion's works I haven't read.</div>
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As a tribute to my year of reading, I'm going to the Frick tomorrow to see Carel Fabritius' painting, "The Goldfinch," which was the subject of Donna Tartt's book of the same name. I loved the book, it has four stars on Goodreads but it's really a 4.5 star book. I'm excited to see the painting live, and Vermeer's "Girl with a Pearl Earring" is also on display in the same exhibit - and I read <i>that</i> book years ago.</div>
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I'd highly recommend any of my favorites, five-star, or four-star novels. Especially <i>Life After Life</i> by Kate Atkinson - what an adventure! However, I also love tailoring book recommendations so if you'd like a personal one, let me know some of your favorite books and I'd be happy to suggest!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Previously: <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-year-in-books-2009.html" target="_blank">2009</a> | <a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-year-in-books-2012.html" target="_blank">2012</a></span></div>
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Yesterday Jesse and I sat on the tarmac at O'Hare for two hours and occasionally stared out the window into the infinite whiteness of the snowstorm that delayed us. I wondered every now and then how exactly this plane might take flight with such low visibility but ultimately I disregarded any worry and turned back to my book.<br />
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In the past, The New Year was a concept that made me anxious. Here comes another year: what have I really accomplished? What am I going to do this year? But this new year's different; I am simply going to let go of measuring myself against... well, whatever arbitrary standard I would decide to affix (it always changed). Because calendar dates themselves are more or less arbitrary, age less so, but I'm happy - and isn't that the point everybody's striving for anyway? I'm working at letting go of pressures, because I'd rather plan and continue in this (happy) life at my own pace, with my loved ones, and without expectations that just lead to disappointment.<br />
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I do still think it's important to reflect, take stock, understand, and learn. But I'm doing that every day, and on New Year's Eve as I danced around with four other women who know exactly what it's like to be in the kind of marriage I'm in, as I watched that husband of mine do what he loves, I felt all the joys of being in the moment. I talked to my parents at (their) midnight, I texted with my brother and my future sister-in-law and best friends, and I kissed my husband as the clock struck.<br />
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There will always be upsetting things and I will make mistakes and I will disappoint others, but I'll still enjoy navigating this life with those around me. There's too much pain out there and I feel so little of it by comparison, that all I can do is be grateful. These thoughts were fueled partly by some fiction and non-fiction I've read recently, by the full outpouring of love felt in the presence of family last week, and just by the mountain of self-reflection that always appears on that end of year date.<br />
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Last night we landed an hour later than scheduled, but made it home smoothly and without incident. There really was nothing to fear rising up into the blinding whiteness; only home to look forward to.jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-76149067818846273002013-12-31T14:55:00.001-05:002014-01-02T13:27:29.599-05:001237<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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As 2013 comes to a close, I am just thankful and grateful to all the family and friends that populate my surroundings everyday. I'm sitting in a hotel room in Chicago right now with Jesse while he practices for tonight's show, and last week was a wonderful few days spent with my family. These are the important things, and I just feel lucky and beyond fortunate. Here's to the next great year!<br />
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And to writing more - thanks for reading my sporadic posts. I'm working on my best of 2013 posts, too. Sometimes I feel a bit boring, but I always like writing.<br />
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Happy New Year!jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-66974897907308879232013-12-20T12:48:00.000-05:002013-12-20T12:48:50.456-05:001236<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The holiday party was another roaring success despite the winter storm that landed in New York that evening. Many people couldn't make it, but all the important people did.<br />
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First, November is over and thus December has begun which MEANS everything is happening. Everything signifies: cleaning and planning for guests shortly after arriving back in New York from Thanksgiving; my brother and his fiancee visiting for a stellar weekend of shopping, gallivanting, and my husband introducing my brother to his first 'habanero pickleback shot;' my brother being appropriately hungover as he headed back to New Hampshire; a week of late nights at work trying to wrap up the busiest of busy seasons; date nights; big news from a close friend; trying to find time to rest inbetween; I've barely had time to continue <em>S</em>!; holiday shopping; and now currently still in the midst of: preparing for our 8th annual holiday party this weekend.<br />
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Jesse and I are really, really, very bad at holiday cards. We've never made one, though we always say we will... but here we are, again!<br />
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Me: I don't have anybody's address, at least not updated since the wedding.<br />
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Kelly: Actually, no.<br />
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Relatedly, in the opposite way, my friend Jess in San Francisco and I have decided to become snail-mail pen pals so that we can be like "women of letters" our favorite 'olde' authors were. I'm even shopping for stationary!<br />
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One: <em>The Fall</em>. It's been on my queue for a while, but when I recieved last week's <em>Entertainment Weekly </em>calling it one of the year's ten best television series, I decided to get to it after my brother left while I rested. It's about a serial killer investigation in Belfast, Ireland led by none other than my favorite FBI agent Dana Scully. Just kidding, Gillian Anderson plays a different, British detective named Stella Gibson who is on the hunt for a killer of women. Splice this with a view into the life of the serial killer, who hunts his next victim. It's creepy, fascinating, and with Gibson calling out double standard bullshit as she sees it. I meant only to watch the first episode, but I stayed up late for another, and finished the rest the next evening.<br />
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<br />jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-74938975095489572822013-11-30T10:29:00.001-05:002013-11-30T10:29:03.464-05:001234<div>Well, I failed in the final stretch of the month. I wasn't able to blog yesterday, but I've always thought blogging should be secondary to actual life activities, so I don't feel too bad. There was a lot of life happening!</div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>Let's start with Thursday.</div><div><br></div><div>Thanksgiving for my family means driving up to New Hampshire for a Parker reunion. Family members fly out from all over the states and it usually reaches upwards of fifty people. And this time we brought Jaime, and I did my best to warn her. She was greeted with lots of welcomes, as Parkers always do.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfEn4iMdjLUbbcbZ1XjNDaKr5AW_D8kMLPIWYr2uoyX2NOgFtAFoBuyABIfrT6p8Ly661DqXEVzudSU-GKtZlQ6EZMC-yvXRfrd_YwrtJgcs5EhlbYJaw5yuG9xEO2AhDiajVpgzZ9JU/s640/blogger-image--811965470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfEn4iMdjLUbbcbZ1XjNDaKr5AW_D8kMLPIWYr2uoyX2NOgFtAFoBuyABIfrT6p8Ly661DqXEVzudSU-GKtZlQ6EZMC-yvXRfrd_YwrtJgcs5EhlbYJaw5yuG9xEO2AhDiajVpgzZ9JU/s640/blogger-image--811965470.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>There were a lot of families with all their kids looking so much older than the year before and as always, lots of dogs. We had our grand feast which takes up four long tables in the house. Jesse and myself (like we do every year) strategically placed ourselves in the alcove that also had a television that would play the football game.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2QuhUr12QIuviG6K3ArD5d3bJYQ-xiOIJQx9RLio5iraMmbbwK0hZ0kMLswDMxAlVOT6Cz0ICadErbnCyyYLZxFN9XJZrqCCO7qEGSAGrobPONpLMwrkWKvnKr8AXXI8hoxeoXVZdLA/s640/blogger-image--1302212996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2QuhUr12QIuviG6K3ArD5d3bJYQ-xiOIJQx9RLio5iraMmbbwK0hZ0kMLswDMxAlVOT6Cz0ICadErbnCyyYLZxFN9XJZrqCCO7qEGSAGrobPONpLMwrkWKvnKr8AXXI8hoxeoXVZdLA/s640/blogger-image--1302212996.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">After the meal, the bravest of the attendees changed into their athletic gear for the traditional annual football game. Jaime and myself simply drove up to the field in the car and watched from the front seats - heated front seats. We did not envy those playing out there in 20 degree weather.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjI5L_Wify6lwdyfNFkujTDNqEvy8TOnXFkhxsqYUbV2tk7RJIbGj0StE88Bni2h271vVol7pCmaiv9h92C-PrOv8__9p8oaBgrt8Gk_4n4K5e8sFP5ZpHFU7a6erzxr-zM7UPwZkCy4/s640/blogger-image-112334176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjI5L_Wify6lwdyfNFkujTDNqEvy8TOnXFkhxsqYUbV2tk7RJIbGj0StE88Bni2h271vVol7pCmaiv9h92C-PrOv8__9p8oaBgrt8Gk_4n4K5e8sFP5ZpHFU7a6erzxr-zM7UPwZkCy4/s640/blogger-image-112334176.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>That evening we returned to my parents home to let the tryptophan sink in and watch a movie, like we do. However, the quiet evening and great day ended on a sad note when we learned of the passing of the wonderful Miss Louise. She is at peace now, and she fought to the last, but she will be tremendously missed. Missed especially during these holidays, when we would see her most.</div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>The day after Thanksgiving, Black Friday to most, but Rhode Island Thanksgiving to us! Yup, we do it all over again the next day. But with a much more intimate crowd that just includes my Uncle Arthur and Tia Kim and their son James. My aunt always makes a grand meal, and this year the meal even went on under the news of the previous night; Miss Louise was Uncle Arthur's mother. But he and the rest of the family did not want to break tradition, because Miss Louise would have wanted it to go on.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod87RewIMnX3s4iGSFi7CkxX1Aokcf0oK9iu9w-IGHENyWu6qGUE6_-UUG6GBjbvASwmdPETQfyKvGkSdgCiIcq2-Nu7zMPz4km35hpOXZfmSUUwzznBvDkXw62E0t33anBjEcnT9EGo/s640/blogger-image--884268653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod87RewIMnX3s4iGSFi7CkxX1Aokcf0oK9iu9w-IGHENyWu6qGUE6_-UUG6GBjbvASwmdPETQfyKvGkSdgCiIcq2-Nu7zMPz4km35hpOXZfmSUUwzznBvDkXw62E0t33anBjEcnT9EGo/s640/blogger-image--884268653.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwW10mW2ClAuFkk48ZKCMO1HFy7SB57tJs64CJnatcYg2pXMvxJBQh9jakXNTW7eKh18WdAhJV1qRwaTQkOZU4XqqfTUntksN8MKIMYCb3dcLLOhQrSAbmM9xrJSosk60UeBXohg_nkg/s640/blogger-image--1604785389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwW10mW2ClAuFkk48ZKCMO1HFy7SB57tJs64CJnatcYg2pXMvxJBQh9jakXNTW7eKh18WdAhJV1qRwaTQkOZU4XqqfTUntksN8MKIMYCb3dcLLOhQrSAbmM9xrJSosk60UeBXohg_nkg/s640/blogger-image--1604785389.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFITlhdCfYSrh0I39qs8lqtg6BWLcSq5sNIM4n2O_WOfc81pf_rJDfsdCiNEg0YlxPAaq8-Hc02mt4DRZr5oAVSqxwC17QElWAiySNS9EgKSzoUpzxIRL3-SNVeh4uQTACMGLyP_gk7c/s640/blogger-image-718397127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFITlhdCfYSrh0I39qs8lqtg6BWLcSq5sNIM4n2O_WOfc81pf_rJDfsdCiNEg0YlxPAaq8-Hc02mt4DRZr5oAVSqxwC17QElWAiySNS9EgKSzoUpzxIRL3-SNVeh4uQTACMGLyP_gk7c/s640/blogger-image-718397127.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The second part of Rhode Island Thanksgiving after the meal includes the rest of my Uncle's family gathering at the house for libations and good conversation. Given the news, the gathering was a bit more subdued without the presence of Miss Louise, but it was still a lovely evening in which we caught up, and mostly reveled in the good memories of this most outstanding woman.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpfjLKQSBpRNyNvoyAiFshTSTihOrF8apSTkqKlOTB9BcVKH-7PoAzNN4RdCBHHZ-EJGTl8MgE14G8a6s04Dc-3c4jMTMcC1vd4zQY5CmdLCWgPqbNDzgIbjB0MW35wG0_nr6L7die3Q/s640/blogger-image--121399726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpfjLKQSBpRNyNvoyAiFshTSTihOrF8apSTkqKlOTB9BcVKH-7PoAzNN4RdCBHHZ-EJGTl8MgE14G8a6s04Dc-3c4jMTMcC1vd4zQY5CmdLCWgPqbNDzgIbjB0MW35wG0_nr6L7die3Q/s640/blogger-image--121399726.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvocKy6T3_tae_Hl-TqowpBYdTDjQ89b2AGSRjM8f-lONpJHQ1cdDMyz7n-Zcajvl84h7kCLxk0VHk-l9QKeoJgIKBd1-cu1jJlCnntfTONhXeQTzl7tt9mBauLDegoLVGk_njM89qKo/s640/blogger-image--42553541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvocKy6T3_tae_Hl-TqowpBYdTDjQ89b2AGSRjM8f-lONpJHQ1cdDMyz7n-Zcajvl84h7kCLxk0VHk-l9QKeoJgIKBd1-cu1jJlCnntfTONhXeQTzl7tt9mBauLDegoLVGk_njM89qKo/s640/blogger-image--42553541.jpg"></a></div><br></div></span></div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>You can see now, I think, why I didn't take the time to sit at my iPad for a long stretch of time.</div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>One of my "cousins" (we feel like cousins though we technically aren't - she's my Uncle Arthur's sister's daughter), just returned from a semester in Ireland and brought back with her a liking for Jameson. So last night Katie was greeted we a giant bottle of it for the festivities. And everybody drank to the memory of Miss Louise, her grandmother.</div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>It was awesome to see and talk with everyone; the room was alive. </div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>The ride home was raucous as well, what with my Rdio account streaming the hits, like Harry Belafonte's "Jump in the Line." The whole car was dancing the way back to Massachusetts, some of us with Jameson to help.</div><div><br></div><div>+</div><div><br></div><div>Only two more days left of this vacation! Today is the last day of November, and though I didn't reach my goal, I definitely got back into the swing of blogging. I will continue, but posting a blog a day may not be feasible with all the December activities!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneigncXaob8Vnp1ACFyYiJr8LpZm87DxQ3CE5xUDIY54lD8IwtRPeVoPKCMugLAxggxkgnZE0PCtuq6JR94rtcPOuwmYFsMv-2IGzoQxgxJ6LU9m3u4A9tH22LknTiBCa3fK7FNp0ssg/s640/blogger-image-274654318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneigncXaob8Vnp1ACFyYiJr8LpZm87DxQ3CE5xUDIY54lD8IwtRPeVoPKCMugLAxggxkgnZE0PCtuq6JR94rtcPOuwmYFsMv-2IGzoQxgxJ6LU9m3u4A9tH22LknTiBCa3fK7FNp0ssg/s640/blogger-image-274654318.jpg"></a></div><br></div>jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969303765880145371.post-79354694543557797482013-11-28T20:18:00.001-05:002013-11-28T20:18:43.590-05:001233Cool I just spent some time writing around 8 paragraphs about yesterday and then the Blogger app on this ipad quit without saving my post. Since blogging shouldn't deter one from their valuable time, especially doubly, I've decided not to rewrite it. <div><br></div><div>So it was a really fun and cheeky post and also included a paragraph about how un-charismatic Charlie Hunnam is because we watched him be a dud in an otherwise decent movie <i>Pacific Rim, </i>but it's all been lost in the technology.</div><div><br></div><div>Happy Thanksgiving - back to the festivities!</div>jessica mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681137785594891236noreply@blogger.com0