Lists!

Entertainment Weekly released their 100 new classics for books. Here is the list...

1. The Road , Cormac McCarthy (2006)
2. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling (2000)
3. Beloved, Toni Morrison (1987)
4. The Liars' Club, Mary Karr (1995)
5. American Pastoral, Philip Roth (1997)
6. Mystic River, Dennis Lehane (2001)
7. Maus, Art Spiegelman (1986/1991)
8. Selected Stories, Alice Munro (1996)
9. Cold Mountain, Charles Frazier (1997)
10. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami (1997)
11. Into Thin Air, Jon Krakauer (1997)
12. Blindness, José Saramago (1998)
13. Watchmen, Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons (1986-87)
14. Black Water, Joyce Carol Oates (1992)
15. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers (2000)
16. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood (1986)
17. Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez (1988)
18. Rabbit at Rest, John Updike (1990)
19. On Beauty, Zadie Smith (2005)
20. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding (1998)
21. On Writing, Stephen King (2000)
22. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz (2007)
23. The Ghost Road, Pat Barker (1996)
24. Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry (1985)
25. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan (1989)
26. Neuromancer, William Gibson (1984)
27. Possession, A.S. Byatt (1990)
28. Naked, David Sedaris (1997)
29. Bel Canto, Anne Patchett (2001)
30. Case Histories, Kate Atkinson (2004)
31. The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien (1990)
32. Parting the Waters, Taylor Branch (1988)
33. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion (2005)
34. The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold (2002)
35. The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst (2004)
36. Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt (1996)
37. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi (2003)
38. Birds of America, Lorrie Moore (1998)
39. Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri (2000)
40. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman (1995-2000)
41. The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros (1984)
42. LaBrava, Elmore Leonard (1983)
43. Borrowed Time, Paul Monette (1988)
44. Praying for Sheetrock, Melissa Fay Greene (1991)
45. Eva Luna, Isabel Allende (1988)
46. Sandman, Neil Gaiman (1988-1996)
47. World's Fair, E.L. Doctorow (1985)
48. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver (1998)
49. Clockers, Richard Price (1992)
50. The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen (2001)
51. The Journalist and the Murderer, Janet Malcom (1990)
52. Waiting to Exhale, Terry McMillan (1992)
53. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon (2000)
54. Jimmy Corrigan, Chris Ware (2000)
55. The Glass Castle, Jeannette Walls (2006)
56. The Night Manager, John le Carré (1993)
57. The Bonfire of the Vanities, Tom Wolfe (1987)
58. Drop City, TC Boyle (2003)
59. Krik? Krak! Edwidge Danticat (1995)
60. Nickel & Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich (2001)
61. Money, Martin Amis (1985)
62. Last Train To Memphis, Peter Guralnick (1994)
63. Pastoralia, George Saunders (2000)
64. Underworld, Don DeLillo (1997)
65. The Giver, Lois Lowry (1993)
66. A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, David Foster Wallace (1997)
67. The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini (2003)
68. Fun Home, Alison Bechdel (2006)
69. Secret History, Donna Tartt (1992)
70. Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell (2004)
71. The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, Ann Fadiman (1997)
72. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Mark Haddon (2003)
73. A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving (1989)
74. Friday Night Lights, H.G. Bissinger (1990)
75. Cathedral, Raymond Carver (1983)
76. A Sight for Sore Eyes, Ruth Rendell (1998)
77. The Remains of the Day, Kazuo Ishiguro (1989)
78. Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert (2006)
79. The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell (2000)
80. Bright Lights, Big City, Jay McInerney (1984)
81. Backlash, Susan Faludi (1991)
82. Atonement, Ian McEwan (2002)
83. The Stone Diaries, Carol Shields (1994)
84. Holes, Louis Sachar (1998)
85. Gilead, Marilynne Robinson (2004)
86. And the Band Played On, Randy Shilts (1987)
87. The Ruins, Scott Smith (2006)
88. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby (1995)
89. Close Range, Annie Proulx (1999)
90. Comfort Me With Apples, Ruth Reichl (2001)
91. Random Family, Adrian Nicole LeBlanc (2003)
92. Presumed Innocent, Scott Turow (1987)
93. A Thousand Acres, Jane Smiley (1991)
94. Fast Food Nation, Eric Schlosser (2001)
95. Kaaterskill Falls, Allegra Goodman (1998)
96. The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown (2003)
97. Jesus’ Son, Denis Johnson (1992)
98. The Predators' Ball, Connie Bruck (1988)
99. Practical Magic, Alice Hoffman (1995)
100. America (the Book), Jon Stewart/Daily Show (2004)

Stupid Ben. Stupid Jerry.

One of the best parts about being an adult is eating ice cream for dinner and no one telling me "no."

But then, one of the worst parts of being an adult is eating ice cream for dinner and no one telling me "no."

Damn you Ben & Jerry's. Damn you.

Paternal word vomit

So I love my dad, but he drives me crazy to no end. Karl and I got back from India nearly two weeks ago. We were there for two weeks, and those two weeks were spent almost entirely with my parents. My dad has a loud voice, a loud personality, and generally a loud sense of being. All in all, he's just a loud man. This is in contrast to Karl, who is one of the most reserved people I know. It's safe to say I married the polar opposite of my dad.

My dad also suffers from something I would like to call "word vomit." Things just come out of his mouth without him thinking about it. Sometimes, I wonder if he really thinks at all, but that is another post for another time. I was directly hit by some of this word vomit waiting for the train from Agra to Delhi. After a wonderful day of seeing every sight BUT the Taj Mahal (it was closed damn it!), I was thinking the train ride to Delhi would be nice and peaceful. Alas, the word vomit came out as we were in line to buy a bottle of water:

"Why are you going back to school? Karl has a good job! You already don't work. You should think about starting a family."

I was a bit taken aback. My parents were second on my phone list when I got my accceptance letter to go back to school. They said they were happy and proud of me... I specifically took so much time off from my life to figure out what I needed to do and where I needed to go. It took me a full year to decide to go back to school, which included campus visits, talking to professors, talking to alumni, and talking to (some) family. It wasn't a decision to be taken lightly since I had such a hard time functioning as a rational human being at Clemson.

So my dad whittled most of my worth down to baby-maker. Not that I don't want to be a baby-maker, but yet again, another post for another time.

Sometimes, I really just wish I could word vomit all over him someday.

Resolving to do nothing, really

It's now January 2nd, and I'm thinking that I'm a slacker. Or at least I sometimes aspire to be a slacker. I would make a lot of resolutions to prepare for the New Year. Most would consist of better time management, but my actual efforts wouldn't last more than two days. Some see the new year as a new start, but in the grand scheme of things, isn't it really just another day? I've never experienced the phoenix rising from its ashes at the stroke of midnight on December 31st. I only knew I was tired and ready for bed.

If my resolution is to do nothing, is it really nothing?

Mean person Pictionary

Karl and I get together with friends every other month to play board games and eat junk food. Alas, the power went out where we had our last board game night, which then led to a bout of candlelight Pictionary. Here were some of the things we had to draw:


blasphemy
Reganomics
existentialist
epileptic
Charlie Sheen
World of Warcraft
transition
iconolcast
teenage pregnancy
post-partum depression
alter ego
truth
schmuck

There are more, but my brain already hurts thinking about last weekend's drawing exploits.

Upper dater

There's not really much to update. Karl and I survived the resulting haze from all of the southern California fires. We went to a wedding. We returned from the wedding, desperately wanting to move back up to northern California. The WGA is on strike, but not in front of Karl's office. Most of their scripts are "in the can" and already voiced. I'm going back to school next year, so I'm both excited and terrified at the same time, being that I'm pretty gun shy from my last attempt at graduate school. Karl and I are also headed to India for a couple of weeks. I'm looking forward to the trip, but it will be bittersweet. The last time I visited was in 2002. I won't be able to return until maybe 2011. A lot will have changed. A lot has already changed.

I also used my sewing machine for the first time. The inaugural project was a Winnie the Pooh baby blanket for a dear friend who is also an expectant mother. I spent two weeks cross stitching the pattern, and when I ran the sewing machine to finish it, I was thrilled. I now feel like my hands have gone arthritic with so much continuous stitching, which makes typing pretty painful.

Momma dropped me on my head and look what she did!

Karl and I are headed to San Jose at the end of the month for a family wedding. It happens to be the second one in as many months. The first was in Cleveland over the Labor Day holiday. The last time I was in Cleveland was for, surprise, a wedding, in 1994. That would make me 15 at the time. Over Labor Day Weekend, many family members approached me, "You may not remember me from the last time you saw me, but I'm your [insert family relation here]." You would think they have to constantly remind me about their identity because I was dropped on my head as an infant.

The sad thing is, I *was* dropped on my head as an infant.

You down with MPP, yeah you know me.

I went to my prom with this dude. No, not Stephen Colbert. Wait for it, wait for it... yeah, that dude.

What's your soundtrack?

A little over a year ago, I was sitting in Safeco Field in Seattle with the husband's high school friends. Karl's best friend asked us what song would serve as our intro onto the field to bat. I cannot remember what the responses were, but I was at a loss for an answer.

A little over a year later, I think I have an answer. For me, it would have to be Huey Lewis and the News's "Hip to be Square." I can see it, bat in hand, sauntering to home plate as the lyrics play...

"Don't tell me that I'm crazy
Don't tell me I'm nowhere
Take it from me
It's hip to be square"

It may not be the coolest song, but it works for me. Thank goodness I'm not a professional ball player.

Everything is coming up babies...

So here is a list of our friends who recently became parents.
1. Alexandre and Rachael had a beautiful baby boy on May 6, 2007.
2. Adrineh and Edmond had a beautiful baby boy on May 19, 2007.
3. Eric and Jill had a beautiful baby girl on September 2, 2007. Karl and I were actually visiting Eric and Jill in Cleveland, OH when Abigail decided she wanted to meet Karl and me while we were in town. That was crazy, but another story for another time.

Here is a list of friends who are going to be parents soon.
1. Holly (The Original Mrs. Ho-Nasty) and Jay are going to have a baby boy sometime around November 8th.
2. Peter (otherwise known as my sexy bitch) and Melissa are going to have a baby girl sometime in early January.
3. Phil and Angie are going to have a baby girl in mid-January. Abigail is no longer on their list of names.
4. Mandy and Billy are going to have a baby around February/March (I'm so sorry about my fertility goddess skills, Mandy. I had no idea until Eric mentioned it).
5. Brian and Annie are going to have a baby in February/March.

That's a lot of people. That's a lot of people I know. That's a lot of people that are going to have more people...

So the other story for the other time. Karl and I went to Cleveland, OH for the Labor Day weekend. Our itinerary consisted of attending my cousin's wedding and reception, attending a Cleveland Indians game with Eric and Jill, and taking Eric and Jill out to dinner. Friday was uneventful. Karl got a haircut. We fought traffic to LAX. We actually were fed on our flight. We rented a car and drove to Eric and Jill's house, where we promptly crashed.

In the grand scheme of things, Saturday was also uneventful. Karl and I had breakfast with Eric and Jill on their back deck. I tried to get out of going to the wedding, but alas, Karl and I got ready and were out the door. Eric played the Michigan fight song for us not once, but twice, on our way out the door. Jill officiated a wedding later Saturday. Karl and I arrived early Sunday morning at Eric and Jill's and, yet again, promptly crashed.

Sunday was not normal. The agenda originally was to wake up late, go downtown, see a baseball game, go out for dinner, catch up on goings on, and go to bed. The agenda changed at 9AM. Jill woke us up and mentioned there was much adventure in the middle of the night--she had contractions all night and into the morning. She and Eric were off to the hospital. Karl and I sat around Eric and Jill's house in some sort of a daze. Contractions? That did not register in our fuzzy minds... Karl and I sat and waited. Eric called and said Jill was under observation, but still wanted to go to the Indians game. The doctor said that was out of the question. Karl and I didn't want to go to the Indians game without Eric and Jill, so we trekked over to my aunt and uncle's house on the other side of Cleveland. While eating leftover wedding cake and good Indian food, my cell rang. I thought it was Eric, but no, it was my brother, calling to tell me there was an earthquake in SoCal. My aunt was coming to yell at me for being on my cell, so I had to hang up quickly. Here is the conversation that transpired:

Zubin: "Hey, I just lived through an earthquake!"
(My aunt spotted me on the phone... now walking over to yell at me to get off)
Me: "Um. I need to know if you're okay. Don't think that I don't love you, but I have to hang up. Like now."
Zubin: "Yeah, I'm okay. What's going on?"
Me: "Auntie is headed over here and she's not looking happy..."
Zubin: "Whoa. Yeah, you need to go. Bye."

Zubin, understanding the dynamic of Indian families, hung up. I tossed the phone to Karl and gave my aunt my most innocent look.

After a nice ceremony welcoming my cousin and her husband back to her childhood home, my phone rang again. This time, Karl answered it since it was in his possession. He nodded his head a few times, hung up, and told me we had to leave, Eric and Jill became parents and we should give them their house key. We said our goodbyes, jumped in the car, and sped down the Ohio Turnpike. We stopped at a grocery store to stock Eric and Jill's fridge with ready-made food and to get a bouquet of flowers. We stopped at the house, unloaded the car, and then drove off to the hospital. But before leaving for the hospital, I had to alter a card attached to a present we got for Eric and Jill. The card originally read, "Jill, Eric, and Baby," and was changed to "Jill, Eric and Baby Abigail."

Karl and I arrived at the hospital. Abigail, Jill, and Eric were doing well. Abigail was fast asleep. Jill was pretty talkative, but she said it was probably the drugs. Jill theorized that being on her feet for an hour officiating at the wedding the previous day was probably not the best thing for her. Eric was pretty darned excited, even if Michigan lost to Appalachian State the previous day. We spent some time with them, held Abigail and told her funny stories, then headed off to find a hotel for the night.

And that was the trip to Cleveland.