Saturday, February 11, 2006

I've been memed

Ed tagged me and since this is a fairly painless and amusing meme, here goes:

4 Jobs I'’ve had in my life:
  1. lab tech (what else do you do with an English degree except go and count the number of mice who die after being injected with various strengths of botulism toxin?)
  2. lecteur d'anglais
  3. arts education manager
  4. mommy
4 Movies I can watch over and over:
  1. The Big Lebowski
  2. Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe
  3. Persuasion
  4. Best in Show
4 TV Shows I love to watch:
  1. (Back in the happy days when we had HBO) The Wire and
  2. Curb Your Enthusiasm
  3. (Now that we are HBO-less) 24
  4. and Arrested Development (I know, I know the series finale just ran so I won't have this little corner of televised comfort to flee to anymore, damnit).
4 Places I have lived:
  1. Berkeley, CA
  2. Bordeaux, France
  3. Evanston, IL
  4. Ann Arbor, MI
4 Places I have been on holiday:
  1. Lake Superior Provincial Park
  2. The Jelly Belly Factory, thanks to the lobbying efforts of two small sugar-crazed creatures
  3. London: theatre, theatre and more theatre
  4. Cayo Costa, FL (the anti-Florida, an island where the only thing you can buy is ice)
4 of my favorite dishes:
  1. A really good Greek salad (not authentic Greek--I want lettuce too)
  2. Grilled Corn with Cheese and Cilantro
  3. Vietnamese Beer Snack with a cold beer
  4. Cold whole-grain toast with lots of butter, good preserves or marmalade and a strong cup of black tea with a splash of milk
4 Websites I visit daily:
  1. Bloglines (the only way to keep track of new posts on blogs)
  2. Cute Overload (a substitute for sunshine in this northern clime)
  3. Flickr
  4. New York Times
4 Places I would rather be right now:
  1. A clean, well-lit place with a comfortable chair and no one asking me for a beverage, or crayons, or for help going to the bathroom.
  2. Talking with a friend, sitting on her deck in Berkeley, with a cold beer.
  3. Watching a really good play.
  4. Hiking in some non-snowy mountains.
4 Bloggers I am tagging:
  1. Annie
  2. Julie
  3. Lynne
  4. anyone else who wants to reveal a little (not a lot) about themselves--go for it.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Ugh and then, the Un-ugh

If, like me, you were tempted to make the Pho recipe in the January issue of Gourmet, do yourself a favor and get the car keys and drive, however far, to a Vietnamese restaurant. If you live too far from any source of Vietnamese food to be able to get there in, say, 2-3 hours, then suck it up and wait until you can visit an appropriate Mecca of Vietnamese cuisine (D.C. sounds good about now or lots of places on the Left Coast) because I am here to tell you that making your own Pho is NOT WORTH THE EFFORT.

(Yes, I know that all caps is the equivalent to shouting at you. I'm in a shoutin' sorta mood this morning, watch out small people and don't piss off mommy.)

I'm not going to go into all the flaws in the recipe and the disappointing result that I served as "dinner" last night because I'd only do that if I thought the recipe could be redeemed with a little tweak here and there. From now on when I crave Pho I'm not going to head for my kitchen, I'm going to get in the car.

On a happier obsession front, my Pho-grumped out mood has been lightened by reading this:

I can't read David Foster Wallace all the time. But sometimes his distinctive style is just right and after slaving over a pot of what turned out to be scummy grey brown soup, I happily escaped my current surroundings and armchair traveled to where ever he was writing his enormously entertaining essays, be that the "Academy Awards" of the porn industry, John McCain's primary campaign bus (in 2000), or in front of the TV in his neighbor's living room in Bloomington when the twin towers were falling.

Despite wincing throughout his essay "Authority and American Usage" since I am one of the criminals he is complaining about who may love language but never learned any grammar, (which I suspect is like the scorn I may feel for a person who loves food but who doesn't even know how to make toast) I can't help but love the fervor of his rant and the fact that he uses vocabulary like "euphemism," "corollary," and " rhetorical" side-by-side with the word "wedgie" and the phrase "Molotov-tossing anti-pants radical." I also could not stop thinking of my Blue Pencil friend Deb and what torture daily conversation must be for her (Deb, if you are reading this, you must request this book from the library now). I remember Deb once breathed a sigh of relief when I said "I feel nauseated" rather than "I am nauseous", not because she was happy that my stomach was upset, but because the latter sentence means that I, myself, am the thing that would cause nausea in others. I didn't have any clue what I was saying and I am just as likely to say the latter and unintentionally refer to myself as a pool of green vomit, but clearly Deb's linguistic awareness causes her to suffer expressions of such ridiculousness so often that hearing something expressed correctly is a rare occurrence.

Sometimes Wallace's essays focus on the absurdity of daily life, but thankfully they aren't all irony and witticisms, which can become tiresome. There are some authors who are regularly lumped into the same general category as Wallace but who never, ever drop the corrosive sarcasm. Wallace knows when to employ his wit and when to just be honest and the effect is to make the moments of honesty feel more honest. If you need an example, look at the last sentence of his essay about the twin towers: beautiful, sad and without any irony. I'm not going to quote it here because it really does need the force of the rest of the essay behind it to give it its impact.

So, go get the book. I suspect that you will find at least one essay that resonates with you. And you can also breathe easy knowing that you have in the house the mood antidote for any labor-intensive-yet-completely-disappointing-food-experiment you may have the bad luck to attempt.