c.b.

So I’ve heard a few times about a special South Park episode called Casa Bonita. I always forget to watch South Park, but it is, in fact, based in South Park, Colorado. Which really exists. We always drive through South Park on our way up to our cabin in the Sangre de Cristo mountains, past Buena Vista. South Park is a massive plain, way up in the mountains. And Matt and Trey are from Colorado, so go figure.

Anyway, Casa Bonita is a major institution for anyone who grew up in Colorado. I swear, I think we had to go there for every one of my cousin Carrington’s birthdays for several years. Then he and my brother switched their party venue to Celebrity Sports Center, which no longer exists. But Casa Bonita is not like any other place. I have heard rumors that there were originally three in the United States — I think there might still be one somewhere in the midwest.

Casa Bonita is a Mexican restaurant with horrendous food and bad margaritas and you have to stand in line forever to get in. But it’s worth it. I made a lot of grown-up friends go there once I was a grownup. The main eating area is huge and has a waterfall. It really feels like you’re outdoors at a Mexican fiesta. Then there’s a cave where you can eat complete with stalactites and stalagmites. There’s a mining cave, too, with a piece of railroad track and coal cars. There’s a Mexican ballroom with a stage.

In the middle is Black Bart’s Cave, which I adored when I was little. There are diving shows. There is a game room, where we played skee ball ALL the time. It’s kind of like Disney World. Except the food isn’t as good.

Anyway, in all my Youtube fun this week, I decided to try the South Park Casa Bonita episode to see if it really existed. And it totally does. Down to the pink exterior and the mariachi bands and the waterfalls and Black Bart’s cave. Whoa.

and his sister Audra

she decided to put on my political button:

here he is. Psst: he’s a double Leo!

Andrew Howard Stein, born August 17, 2006.

For those of you unaware, Andrew and Audra Stein are the children of my cousin, Meg.

yep, nope, nope, yep

I have been amusing myself thoroughly on Youtube.

This I had to watch over and over: Martians

Remember Ernie and Bert and the pyramid? It totally freaked me out when I was little.

The Yellow Yahoo which is totally obscure classic Sesame Street. And I adored it.

More:

Ladybugs’ Picnic!

Pinball

National Association of W Lovers AND NOT THE EVIL PRESIDENT! It’s not any trouble, you know it’s a double-u when you hear wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh.

Telephone rock

And here we have Snowths with Mahna Mahna

Swedish Chef

Electric Mayhem

ooooh. I LOVED this. Everybody sleeps.

Boogie Woogie Sheep

The Alligator King

25th anniversary Sing

Cookie starts with C

My favorite number is 6

I love trash

pumpkin seeds, Triangle, and milestones

OK. First things first. Yesterday, August 17th, was a significant day in my family. My cousin Meggie Pie had a baby boy at eight pounds and change. His name is Andrew Howard Stein.

My little baby brother got himself engaged yesterday, and it was about time. In spite of the fact that he and Hillary have already made tentative wedding plans, he actually managed to surprise her! Yay you guys.

I continue to be bewitched by the New York documentary. The other night, I was very tired and kept dozing off. I kept worrying that I would miss the bit about the Triangle fire, which I’d read about in my Story of America cards when I was little. I was always fascinated by it but didn’t remember the particulars. I may never have really known the particulars. Well, I thought I’d have to go back and see if I’d missed it but it turns out they dedicated about half an hour to the incident. It was pretty unbelievable. As much as it’s in the news and everyone is arguing about its authority right now (with which I agree, by the way), I’m going to link to the Wikipedia article. In the documentary, voiceover actors read through accounts of the incident, written by people who were there. People standing in Washington Square Park were confused by the flames, and then they saw giant bundles of cloth being thrown out of the windows. Only they hit the ground with a different kind of force than bundles of cloth — it turns out they were the bodies of the girls who worked there who would rather fall to their deaths than be eaten by the flames. The women and girls who worked at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory were locked in from the outside by the owners so that union organizers couldn’t sneak in and observe the horrible working conditions. The building was thus rendered extremely hazardous — even though the building had fire exits built in, they were obviously useless if locked from the outside.

I also saw The Magdalen Sisters, which is another offering of a view into the horrible ways women were treated on another continent, in another time. Again, a link to the Wikipedia article on Magdalen Asylums. The film is based on a documentary that seemed to have been made in the late 1990s about the Magdalen Asylums in Ireland. The documentary interviews different women who were forced into the prison-like asylums and the movie is pretty specifically based on their stories. At first, the Magdalen Asylums were meant to help women who had worked as prostitutes, but later on (and in particular the 1940s-1960s), a woman’s (or in many cases, girl’s) family might force her to go to an asylum if she’d been raped or in some cases, if she was just pretty or flirty. It’s pretty awful. I highly recommend watching it. Both the movie and the documentary are on DVD.

On a completely unrelated topic, Hendrik Hertzberg said, as usual, the most fabulous stuff in The New Yorker this week. A highlight:

Virtually all those who voted against Lieberman, and many, probably most, of those who voted for him, oppose the Iraq war, as does a solid majority—sixty per cent, according to a CNN poll released last Wednesday—of the American public. But they oppose it because, among other reasons, they believe that it has harmed, not helped, that larger struggle. At the end of the week, after British authorities foiled what was evidently a large-scale plot to destroy transatlantic airliners and murder thousands of passengers, President Bush called the plot “a stark reminder that this nation is at war with Islamic fascists who will use any means to destroy those of us who love freedom.” But the war in Iraq is wholly irrelevant to the means chosen by the London terrorists, and the means that thwarted them—dogged police work, lawful surveillance, international coöperation—are precisely those which have been gratuitously starved or stymied on account of the material, political, and human resources that have been, and continue to be, wasted in Iraq. Why not change the game to one that relies less on gambling and bluff and more on wisdom, planning, and (in every sense) intelligence? — The New Yorker, 8/21/06
On a much lighter note, I have finally used my brand-new, bright-red Cuisinart. I made melon soup. I have also discovered that Trader Joe’s has THE VERY BEST PUMPKIN SEEDS EVER. Other than ones you bake yourself, of course. But who has pumpkins to carve up just for seeds right now?

resume

Only today, I was talking to my coworker about bringing my music resume to this mass of the Assumption tomorrow, to show it to the conductor at that church. This had come up a few years ago, and I’d mentioned it to my friend: I had to come up with a resume for another group in Boulder, and my friend Debbie sent me her own version of HER musical resume. Imagine my surprise when I read Fred’s blog and found that Debbie must have updated it and sent it to him!

Link to Debbie Naples’s musical resume.

And, given my superpower, I also just remembered that TODAY is Ms. Naples’s birthday.  So even if I don’t consciously remember someone’s birthday right off, somehow that person creeps into my mind….

internet quizzie

I generally think these things are too long, but Khamsin had a nice abbreviated one, so I stole it from her!

A) FOUR JOBS I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE (trying to note more of interest here):
1. Bank teller, before I got fired for always being “off large.”

2. Assistant editor at Oxford University Press.

3. Freelance PR writer in NY, NY for the Metropolitan Museum of Art and other noteworthy institutions.

4. Bridal consultant aka wedding-dress seller at home in Boulder, after I got fired from my teller job.

B) FOUR MOVIES I WOULD (or actually do) WATCH OVER AND OVER AND OVER:

1. The Awful Truth (1937: Cary Grant and Irene Dunne)

2. LA Confidential

3. Monsoon Wedding

4. A Room with a View

C) FOUR PLACES WHERE I HAVE LIVED:

1. Boulder, CO (duh)

2. Northampton, MA

3. Brooklyn, NY

4. Chicago, IL

D) FOUR TV SHOWS I LOVE TO WATCH:

1. Buffy

2. Angel

3. VH1 I love the ’70s, ’80s, ’90s, all volumes

4. Dead Like Me

E) FOUR PLACES I HAVE BEEN ON VACATION:

1. Sydney, Australia

2. Pretty much all of New Zealand, north island, south island, and Stewart Island

3. Much of Central England

4. Austria

F) 4 WEB SITES I VISIT DAILY:

1. Flickr

2. nytimes.com

3. whitehouse.org

4. www.philly.com

G) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS (NO PARTICULAR ORDER):

1. India House’s chicken saag in Northampton, MA. It’s tasted better than any I’ve ever had in the past fifteen years and is still going strong.

2. giant slabs of raw salmon sashimi on sushi rice.

3. Ukranian vereniki

4. devilled eggs

H) FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:

1. my family’s cabin in the Sangre de Cristo mountains of Colo.

2. Bali

3. anywhere in Western Europe

4. Northampton, MA

moment of horrendousness

my friends, the Free Library DECORATES.  and this is how they do it.  according to long-term employees, this tree gets decorated for all different occasions.

good lord.

google is so cool

When I was a junior in college, some of my more nerdy sophomore friends in my house decided to rent some movies. These were the same ladies who introduced me to Coppola’s The Conversation (1974) and its amazingness. As an aside, I have to say that it works well as a double-billing with Three Days of the Condor (1975).

Anyway, one night they rented a series of documentary-esque shows from the 1970s with some nerdy British dude talking about technological traps, etc. It was fascinating. I didn’t know the guy’s name. I only knew he was some kind of respected journalist from the time and that he talked about technological traps and the power outage in New York City in 1965. So I plugged all that into Google. To help matters, I also added November, since I remember distinctly that my voice teacher in college had been in New York that night and that it was her birthday and it was in November. The ninth or something, I think. Which is also my friend Amy’s birthday (if I’m right).

Google came up with James Burke. The series was called Connections and it was on PBS in 1979. I am going to see if it’s on Netflix.