Having no new entries in my blogger doesn’t quite mean that I have no life; it means that I’ve lost interest in my blog. Perhaps it’s time to steal another theme and implement it - this might revitalize my interest.
My weekend was somewhat fun except a personal snafu I don’t wish to expound on. I’ve lunched at my mother’s on Thanksgiving and the food was plentiful and exceptional. I learned a little more about the controversy in Ukraine from its native citizens and thought that the whole ordeal to be terribly dull. Just now, I and Cris came back from a show called “Googlewhack Adventure” created by an Englishman called Dave Gorman. While the show may be a bit long and sometimes just a tad tedious, I would recommend it without hesitation. The intimate atmosphere of The Village Theatre lets the audience sit very closely to the narrotor who in turn flips through many projector slides that help him move on with his story. The story is witty, fresh and well paced. It’s all about a man who’s been commissioned to write a novel but isn’t in any way equipped to write one. This man is Dave. Instead of writing, Dave goofs off and discovers googlewhacks: two word search in google that produces just one result - for example … well, i can’t give an example since google will index this site and then my example won’t work. Dave recorded a funny (although not hilarious) part of his life where he takes on a dare to meet a chain of 10 googlewhacks and presented this story in a really appealing 90 minute skit. Timeout recommends it and so do I.
Lastly, I am more and more disapointed with Olive Tree (famous little joint on McDougal St). Their shawarma is fantastic but never available. Out of the last 3 times I’ve been there, I’ve only been able to eat shawarma once! The lazy cook always estimates an hour wait for the damn meat to ripen. Still, Olive Tree is a must stop for Charlie Chaplin flicks and decent late night grub.
Tomorrow, I hope to see recently opened MoMA on 53rd and 6th
Wimbledon in November
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I generally enjoy UK films made for Americans, films like Notting Hill or Bridget Jones’s Diary. Wimbledon joins the bunch but not without its significant flaws. Similar to Notting Hill, Wimbledon showcases a gloomy and almost cynical British chap (also a dwindling tennis player) who makes the best out of swimming in his slump. Along comes a famous American and lights up the lad’s life. Like in Notting Hill, the spoiled American throws an unprovoked fit, there is a 15-minute complication and then it’s back to deep, passionate stares. Naturally, Wimbledon is also about Tennis – it made the tennis world rejoice that there is finally a Hollywood commercial for the sport. If you’re an average tennis player you’ll quickly discover that, on a tennis court, you can thoroughly embarrass the two main characters. Despite all of its terrible flaws, I won’t maim this flick. I am a sucker for English humor, accent and graciousness.
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