Slice of Pink

This Is It

Will and I were standing in the archaeological site Chichén Itzá, when a young Mayan boy passed by. He was maybe 8 or 10, presumably the child of one of the peddlers lined up to sell crafts along the dirt road. He was carrying a boombox on his shoulder, rocking out to Michael Jackson's 1982 album Beat It.

An 8 year old child in a mostly rural area of the Yucatán rocking out to MJ. The awesomeness of this was not lost on us.

Last night we saw This Is It, the mesmerizing behind-the-scenes look at the rehearsals for the planned summer tour, concerts that no doubt would have been phenomenal. The world definitely missed out on a great show. At least we got this, even if this is it.

Super Sonic

Based on Holly's rave review, I am absolutely convinced that I need a Clarisonic Skin Cleansing Brush. So convinced, in fact, that I was still browsing the website when Will arrived home from work an hour later.

I explained to Will everything that Holly had said about this amazing skin cleaning system, plus additional information that I gathered from the site, in an attempt to convince him that spending a bunch of money on a sonic face washer was a fabulous idea.

I then pointed out that we could even get a Skin Care Pair--a Mr. and Mrs. set of Clarisonic brushes. I was sure Will would fall for this, seeing as he is in love with his Sonicare Toothbrush, and the two devices were created by the same sonic-loving individual.

"Are you crazy? I wouldn't want anybody to know I was using that thing!" Will responded.

"But we will be glowy and radiant! We will have smaller pores! Dewier skin! And look! We can even have them engraved with something!"

Will's response? "Fine. Whatever. But engrave mine with NOT WILL'S."

Things I was on the Verge of Buying from Sky Mall when we Landed in Sacramento

Item #1: The Voice Recognition Grocery List Organizer.

You speak your grocery store needs into the device and a little ticket prints out listing the items. Awesome, right? Practically straight out of Jetson show, it's the grocery list of the future! Now if I could only find the page selling a robot maid.

Paper and pen is so 2007.

Item #2: Relaxing MagicShowerhead

Turn your shower into a fountain of brilliant fun! And, also, RunWordsTogether! Don't things sound so much more exciting when the words are squeezed together? MagicShowerhead! FountainOfBrilliantFun!

Item #3: SkyRest Travel Pillow

This guy is able to sleep comfortably on a plane. Can you say the same? I mean, you're totally that guy, but at least you're knocked out and drooling while the rest of the cabin is developing a neck cramp.

Item #4: American Pie Bundle

I mean, right?

Lighten Up

Some people don't get my humor and, in fact, so don't get my humor that they post four or five paragraph comments explaining to me why the things I say make no sense and I am therefore going to be in dire straits when "the flu pandemic, union strikes, inflationary gas prices, or natural disaster" hit(s).

Watch out Slice of Pink! You're screwed because of that irreverent humor of yours!

This is all just a warning, because I have been following the unseen prequels trend on Twitter and I think some of the people are pretty clever. I thought I might list a few here.

But your humor and my humor? Might be a little different. Might be a lot different. You might not like the idea of unseen prequels. Most of you are probably wondering who would give a hoot about unseen prequels. Me, too. But hey! People have strong feelings about things and could take offense. Take dried fruit, for example. Dried fruit could save the world from a nuclear holocaust! Save the world! And, if you have some frozen yogurt, it makes a pretty good smoothie, too. How could I joke about such a thing?

Satire is so obnoxious!

Anyway. If you have strong feelings about pretend unseen prequels, you should probably go someplace else for the moment. Maybe to the grocery store to stock up on canned goods for the impending doom! Coming soon to real life near you!

(Oh great. Now I've gone and built up this post like it is going to be something hilarious. Which it is not. The upcoming crap is only moderately funny and really not irreverent at all.)

(But, I've spent the past 10 minutes composing the above diatribe. In law school and life, TIME IS MONEY! Especially one month from finals. So you get this or nothing (some of you vote for nothing (me, too))).

(This is exactly what a law school final is like, by the way. You type and type and type and then, halfway through, you realize that what you are saying makes no sense, that it is going nowhere, that everything you have said thus far is bungled fluff. But you keep on typing, keep on trying to pull it all together in a way that might earn you some points. No looking back! No backspacing!)

(You keep right on digging yourself into a hole, is what I mean.)

Without further ado (or parentheses): Unseen Prequels.

The idea: People are make up names for unseen movie prequels.

Some I think are funny:

15 Candles
Ocean's 10
The Undergraduate
Dallas Takes Debbie to Dinner
Thursday
Kane Applies for Citizenship
Schindler Buys A Pen And Some Paper
Snakes in the Baggage Check Line
The Pelican Rough Draft
12 Reasonable Men Waiting in a Queue at the Post Office
500 Days of Spring
Thursday the 12th
Meg Ryan Chooses AOL As Her Internet Provider

You can find more here. Or disapprove of my humor in the comments. But trust me, I already know.

The Land of Phantoms (also, sailors, peacocks, and chickens)

We spent Halloween night watching the spooky 1922 silent film, Nosferatu, with live accompaniment, at the San Francisco Symphony.

We dressed in the usual symphony-going cocktail attire, as did a majority of folks, but there was a fair share of costumed symphony-goers as well, including two sailor girls, sitting directly behind us, and a man in a full-on chicken costume. As might be expected, there were plenty of people dressed in nearly nothing running around the city and a few of them even made it to the symphony.

The best costume, perhaps, was a girl dressed as a peacock. She had arranged 10 or 12 real peacock feathers in her ponytail, so that they fanned out a foot above her head. I appreciated her costume, although I suspect the symphony-goers in the five rows directly behind her did not.

My exquisite headband, by the way, was a gift from a dear Slice of Pink friend who now has an Etsy shop full of pretty headbands and other goodies. Isn't it lovely? It arrived in the mail on Friday and I was suddenly all about purple, even convincing Will to wear a lilac shirt so that he would complement my eggplant headband and tights.

A handsome man and a hand-crafted headband: life's two best accessories.

Jellyfish

Will and I are not dressing up for Halloween this year. Well, technically, we are dressing up, but we are dressing up to go to the symphony, so it will be cocktail attire rather than costumes.

For next year, though: a jellyfish costume! How fabulous!

Grace in Small Things: 39/365

1. The Accidental Wine Company

A bottle breaks and stains its neighbors, a new label design replaces an old established one, or a winery just closes its doors. A soiled, retired, or discontinued label is suddenly and simply less valuable. Ah, but the contents remain perfect. Whether it is ruby or straw colored, it still has its legs, and its fruit and perfume. The character and charm remain in tact and by golly, it still commands passion and presence. And, wow, what wonderful taste.

2. The Sharpie Pen
3. Archie Grand Notebooks
4. Perfect fall weather
5. Getting the answer right on a radio quiz (even if I didn't win the prize)

Halloween Dinner

Purple mashed potatoes
Garlic green beans
Pumpkin ale

Umbrellas

A broken umbrella that I snapped a photo of last week is featured on the broken umbrella blog today!

Have a broken umbrella? Or, like me, a half dozen cheap black umbrellas from CVS? Check out these lovelies:

1. Color Spectrum Umbrella from MOMA

2. Dotted Bubble Umbrella from Totes

3. Pagoda Umbrella from Bella Umbrella

4. Marimekko Unikko Umbrella

Falling for You

I've been in D.C. in the bone-chilling winter, in the sticky, sweltering summer, and in the lovely cherry-blossom-filled spring, but this was my first visit to D.C. in the fall.

And what a lovely visit it was!

The weather was mostly magnificent this weekend, cool and crisp, perfect for a sweater and tights. Zandria and I even had drinks on the outside patio of a restaurant Friday night, although we failed to take any photos documenting this (what kind of bloggers are we, anyway?).

It rained one day, pouring just long enough for me to get soaking wet on the long ride up the Dupont escalator, but by the time I dashed across the roundabout to the CVS and purchased an umbrella, the sun had come out again. And then, as if the world was apologizing for my having spent $10.99 on the flimsy umbrella, I found a twenty dollar bill without a soul around to claim it.

D.C., I think I'm falling for you all over again.