Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Armenia in Bangladesh

This article explains the presence of this Armenian Church in Bangladesh that my dad took my sister and I to.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Friday, November 14, 2008

A Real City

This entry serves two purposes:

1. To show off a picture I took with this camera that Walter lent me for the time being.

2. Josh and I were watching Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist last week in Boston. When Nick (Michael Cera, a.k.a. my awkward boyfriend) drives into Manhattan via the New Jersey Turnpike/Lincoln Tunnel, the person behind us says, "Now that's a real city." I agree.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

We Both Go Down Together

Josh and I went to see the Decemberists perform at Boston's Orpheum Theatre in Boston last Thursday, November 6th. Excuse the shitty quality of the pictures, I had to use my regular Olympus because they wouldn't allow DSLRs in the venue. Anyway, Colin Meloy & Co. are amazing and I need to see them again, preferably from the front row.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Red Staten Island

And it's interesting that in New York City, Staten Island went red...

Electoral Maps

I'm disappointed in the New York Times electoral's way behind compared to Politico, CNN's, MSNBC, CBS, and Fox, among others.

Epic Election

Yup, this is an epic election, with a free coffee to top it off. Here's hoping for the best.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Six Feet of True Blood

After deciding that Six Feet Under is my number one favorite show (I can't decide on the rest of the list), I read this interesting review of True Blood (Alan Ball's latest creation) and this paragraph nicely summed up my initial feelings on True Blood:
No matter what that slut says, the only new show I never miss is True Blood. Admittedly, Alan Ball's kooky vampire mystery baffled me at first. I guess I half-expected those small-town vampires to seduce the mortals in their midst with vitriolic psychoanalysis and ultra-witty complaints about the pretensions of art school, then adopt scrappy, adorable foster children, indulge in illicit affairs with relative strangers, and finally, fall down dead from scary brain infections out of the blue. (Narm!)
And what keeps the writer engaged in True Blood, despite the fact that it's not Six Feet Under, are the same reasons I do.