Two films I saw last Tuesday night while lazying around on my couch. Both related to food – surprise!
Three Stars is a documentary that takes a look at the restaurants that have been awarded Michelin stars all over the world. It was a bit slow and I did not think it really delved into what truly makes a restaurant be considered worthy of even one Michelin star. The doc does touch on the mystery of the whole thing, especially the progression from two to three stars, but it all sort of skimmed the surface. I thought that Jiro Dreams of Sushi (while focusing on only one Michelin three star restaurant) was a much better look at what defines a great chef and a great kitchen.
The Trip was next on the list.
Basically Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon are the reasons to see this film. They are great, the chemistry between them is great, there’s lots of laughs, but the actual movie itself was sort of dull and seemed dragged out in parts. If you are a fan of the two actors, who are pretty much the only two faces you see for 90% of the movie, this is worth a watch. Otherwise, meh.
Look at what I found/read/saw/ate/listened to this week
Kind of love this table.
Generating Utopia out of real-time Foursquare data. Very cool project.
New Canadian flag?
Bought a spaghetti squash, this is what it’s going to be.
Free MIT course materials.
How well do you eat an apple?
The dog owners in the crowd should find this quite interesting!
Banksy’s month in NYC mapped out.
History of coffee-making and the machines used. Huzzah!
I am not normally a huge fan of Rickard’s beer but this one was yuuuuuuummy!
I am going to see Matthew Good tonight at Massey Hall (love this venue) as part of his Arrows of Desire album tour. The last time I saw him was during the Hospital Music tour (which came out in 2007) so it has been entirely too long since I have seen this man perform live.
I have always enjoyed his shows because aside from his musical talent he is a great entertainer. I remember at one show him doing a Stewie Griffin impression that made me cry from laughing so hard. I don’t remember what exactly he was saying but it was based on this bit. Another time he pointed out that if Al Gore is really worried about energy waste and global warming, why did he use a cherry picker in An Inconvenient Truth when a ladder would have worked just fine? He does have a point.
Anyway, it is a sold out show in a city that has a large fan base so I think it will be a great way to spend a Friday night!
This show almost didn’t happen as Matthew Good had to cancel his show in London, ON due to illness.
But luckily, last night…
Just discovered the band Candy Colors.
Form their Facebook Page:
Candy Colors was formed in León, México. The band consists of 6 members: Juan Loredo (Pix) as lead vocals, Hermann Stoever playing bass, Ivo González smashing drums, Daniel León – Guitars , Diego Barrera playing rhythmic guitar and the most recent addition, Oscar Preciado harmonizing with synths.
Have a listen. They kind of remind me of Interpol, but a little more “poppy”. I particularly like Tracks 2 & 4.
Getting on my bike at the beginning of my trip
Upon arrival at my destination
All I can really say is that it has been quite difficult to plan accordingly in regards to clothing.
On Tuesday we had our new downstairs neighbours move in. They are an older couple, which I was originally quite nervous about in terms of having to keep it down all the time and potentially being limited in when we can have people over, but it seems that the two of them have a house/cottage somewhere on Georgian Bay that they visit most weekends so the crazy wild [cat] parties can continue!
The night they moved in I had a very hard time falling asleep and was tossing and turning for a good few hours. I eventually fell asleep but was awoken to the sound of four very distinct knocks that my sleepy brain interpreted as someone knocking on our door. I looked at my phone. It was 4:30am. I lay there for a while not sure how to proceed but the house was dead quiet. I must have imagine the knock.
Is that possible? Was I dreaming and heard the sound in my dream? It has honestly been bugging me ever since. If you had stopped time at the moment I woke up I would have bet you $100 that the neighbors were knocking at the door. But then, nothing. My theories of explanation so far are poltergeist, dream, sleepwalking neighbors, ghosts, ghost cats, and a wizard of some kind (Gandalf?)
I have written on here many times before about my struggle with working towards, and maintaining goals. Judging by the amount of books, articles, research, and other writers’ blog posts there are on the subject, I am not alone. We tend to all have a very clear idea of what we need to do to be better, healthier, smarter, more productive and yet, we all seem to struggle with making that vision a reality.
Some new research suggests that how we verbally frame our choices may make a significant difference in our behaviour.
Your words help to frame your sense of empowerment and control. Furthermore, the words that you use create a feedback loop in your brain that impacts your future behaviors.
For example, every time you tell yourself “I can’t”, you’re creating a feedback loop that is a reminder of your limitations. This terminology indicates that you’re forcing yourself to do something you don’t want to do.
In comparison, when you tell yourself “I don’t”, you’re creating a feedback loop that reminds you of your control and power over the situation. It’s a phrase that can propel you towards breaking your bad habits and following your good ones.
I think I am going to give this a shot with a few things and see what happens. If I have any great results I will let you know!
I watched This Is the End this weekend without really knowing anything about it, but me and my boyfriend ended up both really liking it. This movie is basically a who’s who of recent comedy movies. There are lots of cameos, but the main characters (who actually play themselves) are Seth Rogan, James Franco, Jonah Hill, Jay Baruchel, Danny McBride, and Craig Robinson. The movie starts off with a house party at James Franco`s house which quickly turns into an Apocalyptic nightmare with the remaining six main characters struggling to live together trapped in the house.
I will say that I found the first half of the film to be much funnier than the latter, but even considering the not-as-great second half, I still really enjoyed this and was laughing pretty hard during quite a few scenes.
Have you seen it?
I had a FANTASTIC dream last night that actually had me wake up with a blissful smile on my face. It is a bit odd, as most dreams are, but hear me out. In my dream my dad, who was “played” by John Goodman, and I were the only (?), or at least two of few people in the world who knew how to fly. The dream started with him teaching me how to get off the ground and climb higher. We started off just at home and then eventually got outside where I learned to fly higher and higher and do flips and stuff in the air. I was living in Canada but going to university in Japan where I would fly to on my own for classes. My school was in a major urban centre filled with some very tall skyscrapers. My classes were in one of these buildings. Since in my dream people flying was a novelty I would show up to class early and perform acrobatics on the streets as a way of busking to make money, I would climb through the air to dizzying heights, I could feel the strong wind and my heart would start pounding as I would look down, see people the size of ants, boats that looked like toys off the shoreline, and would ready my nerves for what was to come next. I would then do some flips up in the air while onlookers strained their eyes to see me so high up above them, and then, when I could muster the nerve I would dive head first towards the pavement. Gaining speed, my nerves going crazy, I prepared for the abrupt stop that I would make mere feet above the pavement as my big finale. The two times I actually experienced this in my dream, my dive was a thrilling success. I would stop short just shy of death, flip over on my feet, gather my hat of performance money that my audience gave me and walk away to attend my classes.
It was such a great dream. I have always wanted to fly and this seemed so realistic. I woke up and immediately my brain started to pull apart the reality and started questioning how I could possibly fly on my own to Japan on a semi-daily basis for classes, how I would be able to stop so quickly after racing towards the ground from on high, but I tried to put all these thoughts aside and just enjoy the fantasy. I laid in bed for a bit with my eyes closed, picturing myself just flying around on my own in the country, over fields, doing flips and other acrobatics. It felt like pure joy.
Sigh. It would be so amazing if I could!