what them girls like

I am, to put it crudely, an ethnic mutt— my mother is Iranian/Armenian (half and half, though her entire family lives in Tehran) and my father is from Ohio (so, you know, he’s from about two thirds of Europe). Naturally, this brings about some interesting conflicts between each family dynamic (rapidfire Persian vs. Midwestern accents, raging liberalism vs. believing in the Axis of Evil, chicken sahbzi vs. taco salad, etc), especially when I realize that I know far less about the countries that made me than I should.

This is never more apparent than when my roommate, who studies the Middle East extensively, finds things like this piece of green art (i.e. related to the green movement of Mousavi spurred on by the election fraud of this past summer) for a paper. It’s things like this piece of green art that make me want to find out more, that make me want to go back to Tehran and Yerevan and appreciate it more than my 12-year old self could.

(via stanha011 | Iranian.com)

LIKE JERSEY NEEDED ANY MORE BAD PRESS.

Meet the Cast of Jersey Shore - Jersey Shore - Gawker

(this is three and a half minutes of essentially the same beat over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and i’m so cracked at this point that it’s totally working— GO TO HELL, ETHICS EXAMMMM)

[link goes to daft punk’s album “discovery” on last.fm, where you can listen for free—do it! i sure as hell am]

thank you, how i met your mother, for giving me my new favorite holiday! the second they make “happy not a mother’s day” with a woman nursing wine, i’m getting a poster framed for my room, and it will be GREAT.

reason number eleventy billion why i’m pleased to be living off-campus:

midnight wine and mac & cheese.

this past sunday, i saw fantastic mr. fox, and i loved it. now, there were many, many factors that should have tipped me in the other direction, namely that i was surrounded by children (not a situation i usually enter into willingly) and that i am fiercely protective of roald dahl adaptations due to being completely obsessed as a kid with his books (i’m probably about one of the only people you know who doesn’t completely love danny devito’s matilda). but really, this adaptation? wes anderson was spot on.

as a disclaimer, fantastic mr. fox is really not a kid’s movie. sure, there are puppets and talking animals, but anderson clearly didn’t care to make another babe, and so the characters don’t speak in simple sentences with adult subtext like the usual disney/pixar/dreamworks characters we’re used to— they’re consistently adult. as a roald dahl nut, though, i think this was the right call. dahl’s books are dark, complex, and often creepy, so if an adaptation focuses on the fantasy of his plot twists rather than the true nature of his stories, it’s immediately suspect for me (this is why i think the witches was the best adaptation i’ve seen, because it was completely terrifying). that all being said, i wasn’t surprised when my family (my parents, me and my 18 year old sister) was the only one laughing in the theater.

because fantastic mr. fox IS really, really funny…just maybe not if you’re under 16. wes anderson essentially made the kind of movie he’s always made, but plus george clooney (who’s excellent as mr. fox), meryl streep and puppets. as someone who turned the royal tenenbaums off midway through (go ahead, HATE ME) and only warmed up to his offbeat style with the darjeeling limited, i really think these additions only helped him as a storyteller.

in conclusion: faithful adaptation + accurate britishisms + amazing soundtrack + beautiful animation and puppets - disney condescension = one very, very happy caroline.

(addendum: congratulations to getting to the bottom of this GIANT POST, everyone! i’m going to try and make reviews a more consistent thing, but i do have a tendency to ramble, so i’ll leave it to you- what do you think?)

i am trying VERY HARD not to make this blog all about jason segal, but jesus h mother of god, this picture represents everything i have ever wanted.

everything.
i.
have.
ever.
wanted.

therefore, it is something worth blogging about. so, no regrets! now we can all enjoy this picture of 2005 jason segal, waiting for you in a comfortable bar booth with a smirk and a beer.

perfection.

(via yourfavoriteredhead:thefilmwatcher:maeby:symbiosis/jeannieanline(via howimetyourmothersource)

a mosaic of my photo posts— appealing, in a narcissistic, self-congratulatory way (“look how pretty!”). also, absolutely representative of my life. on this particular sample, you can see pictures of mad men, a sandwich, marshall eriksen, screengrabs of amusing facebook ads, an example of my terrible tv habits, the lolcat tiger that got me through three papers, liz lemon, a bud light truck, leighton meester, the enviable landscapes of new england/new jersey, toast….and so on, and so forth. they’re teeny tiny here, but you can click it to get a closer look (though i really just eliminated your need to actually search for stuff with this paragraph, didn’t i?).

(you can see the rest here, if you like, and make your own by typing in your tumblr name to the search bar)

conservative graffiti…interesting. thanks, new jersey!

the couple weeks between the end of fall and the beginning of winter can be weirdly beautiful…and there’s nothing like a photo of the stark field behind northampton’s abandoned mental hospital to drive that point home.

backfromhell:

November 22, 2009

Hospital Hill

for finally figuring out what i like and what i want to do, and admitting that it has nothing to do with my major

for discovering seriously good television (i.e. how i met your mother, freaks and geeks, mad men, etc) that got me to the aforementioned “figuring out what i want to do” conclusion

for edy’s slow-churned ice cream

for pre-thanksgiving/black friday boot sales

for playwriting, which makes me write every week whether i want to or not

for family i can joke with and cry with and watch the family guy edition of “inside the actor’s studio” with

for friends who care enough to give me grief, and who know me well enough to know when not to

and, currently, for being able to sit through a “criminal minds” episode without having a panic attack.

baby steps.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WHEN I KNOW APPLE/WALNUT/SAUSAGE STUFFING IS IN THE FRIDGE?! really, mom, it was just cruel to tweet this when you knew i’d see it.

(…yes, you read that right)

happy thanksgiving!

me: oh my god, the dracula voice! his face! CAN’T STOP LAUGHING.
elizabeth: it makes you want to tap it more, doesn’t it?
me: …WHAT is wrong with me i need to go home.

(“dracula’s lament” from forgetting sarah marshall via queenoftheblankets)

1. Florence + The Machine (28)
2. Vienna Teng (16)
3. Johnny Flynn (14)
4. Anya Marina (12)
5. Spoon (10)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

“androgyny suits you, max.”

(aka i might have been the only straight woman watching across the universe who would have picked max over jude any day of the week, hellooooo, blond slacker who can growl “hey jude” and not sound like a complete jackass…!)