Mar 26, 2008  •  In Funny, Personal, Shopping

Minding My Girls

At a recent girls night out, a few of my friends started gabbing about bras and how we all must get fitted for one. Eh? Didn’t we all go through this during puberty?

My friends then went on to explain that most women are wearing the wrong bra size and only a fitting by a professional can provide the, ahem, full support that you need.

“Listen to Oprah!” they preached. (Sadly, I don’t watch Oprah…but my friends are die-hard fans.)

According to them, Oprah had done a bra intervention where she revealed that as much as 85% of American women are wearing the wrong bra size.

My friends went on to explain that personalized fittings at shops such as Intimacy and Town Shop had been lifesavers. “Upscale departments stores will also suffice,” they continued.

I had written about my disdain for bra-shopping. However, I was intrigued and decided to stop by Saks after work one day.

Almost immediately I was approached by a tall blonde woman with an indistinguishable European accent. To be frank, it was a bit intimidating and I wanted to dip my toe in the water before plunging straight into the mysterious world of bras.

However, I proceeded to turn into a blubbery mess. It was that damn European accent, I swear.

I grabbed a random bra within my reach and stuttered, “Um, I’d like to try on this bra…”

“Yezz, yezz. Goode choyz. Wot eez your size?”

When I told her, she blantantly took a good look at my chest and frowned.

“No! Wee go to dressing roome…now!”

She marched me into the dressing room and ordered me to strip. One part of me wanted to crawl to a corner, curl into a fetal position and sob uncontrollably for the way she made me feel. Another part told me that this woman wasn’t to be messed with and I should follow her orders (luckily, this part won).

I timidly stripped and stood there topless while she surveyed my boobs. She whipped out a measuring tape and started to measure what felt like every inch of my womanhood.

“I woz correcte. Yoo were wearing wrong bra size.”

She then flew out of the room, leaving me in my still topless, utterly confused state, and returned just moments later with a pile of bras in her arms.

And you know what? They did fit a lot better, and my boobs LOOKED a great deal better in them.

“And deez won…DEEZ won will make some man salivate…no?”

She had strapped me into some tight lacy number that pushed my boobs up to my chins. No. So her judgment wasn’t 100% accurate.

I only purchased one thing from Saks that day because…well, being Saks, the majority of bras were pretty expensive (I even saw one marked for $375! For a BRA!!!). And I’m not too keen on wearing undergarments that are worth more than my entire outfit combined.

However, I now know my true bra size and I am very happy about that.

…I kinda miss my dominatrix salesperson.

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Mar 25, 2008  •  In Art/Design, NYC, Personal

Murder at the Met

A couple of weekends ago, 14 friends and I gathered to try our hand at Murder at the Met scavenger hunt, hosted by Watson Adventures.

For those who are not familiar with Watson Adventures, they stage scavenger hunts in cities across the U.S. Some of the NYC hunts include The Gangsters’ New York, The Ghosts of Greenwich Village, and The Wax Attacks (held at Madame Tussauds). Most of the hunts are targeted for adults (meaning the questions can be tricky/complex…not adult-themed, you sicko) but they hold family-friendly hunts as well.

I just HAD to try the Murder at the Met because, well, the Met is probably my favorite place in the city. One of my most memorable experiences was a summer internship at the Met, and although I’m a bit rusty now, I used to know the entire 5-blocks-sized building like the back of my hand.

We arrived to find that our Watson Adventures rep had already divided us into teams of four (and one group of three). Here’s my fabulous team before we set off:

(All the pictures came out pretty badly because there is no flash photography allowed in the museum.)

Each team was given a yellow sheet of paper with a list of twenty-something questions. The yellow sheets were identical, but each team was instructed to start at different numbers. We were then given the background story:

A murdered curator has left behind a cryptic trail of clues connected with secrets in works of art. As your team gathers answers about the art, you begin to piece together a sordid tale about greed, lust, pride, revenge and treachery, all revolving around the museum’s planned multi-million dollar purchase of a Rembrandt. The murder victim knew too much—and now it’s your turn to learn what he knew and discover what drove one of four suspects to commit murder. To find out, you’ll have to crack a secret code left in the victim’s appointment calendar. Can you figure out who dunnit?

After additional instructions to meet at the Temple of Dendur in exactly two and a half hours, with warnings of “we’ll be watching you!” and “no cell phones allowed!”, we set off.

The rep had explained that The Murder at the Met was their most challenging hunt, and that was one of the reasons it had attracted me in the first place. I admit it – some of the questions were difficult, and running through the museum while dodging tourists and tour groups was tiring.

However, I knew my team would do well from the start. How could we not, with me on the team? 😉

We finished spectacularly with an hour to spare. Immediately my teammates demanded alcohol (okay, I wanted a drink too). I led them to the Petrie Court Cafe and Wine Bar, but it was closed for a private function. The travesty!

We then heaved and puffed our way up to the Balcony Bar, which has two entrances, very far from each other. After waiting on line for what seemed like an eternity at one entrance, the maitre’d informed us that there were no seats available on that side – would we like to try the other?

!!!

We practically ran to the other entrance, joking that trying to get a drink was the real scavenger hunt. After waiting on line behind some R-tards who couldn’t decide where they wanted to sit, the maitre’d finally approached us and we screamed, “Just sit us near the bar!”

Our hard-earned sangrias and mojitos:

Another team pic:

Feeling refreshed and our alcoholic urges somewhat fulfilled, we sauntered to the Temple of Dendur, where one by one, all the teams converged.

Needless to say, my team won, with a perfect score. 😀

One last shot of the entire group:

Everyone agreed that the scavenger hunt was fun and very entertaining…we all want to do more hunts! I highly recommend Watson Adventures, and I’ll certainly be doing more hunts in the future.

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Mar 24, 2008  •  In Books, Christianity, Reviews

Book Review: The Case for Christ

(I have been posting more book reviews lately for a good reason: I will be moving soon and am currently going through my mountains of books in an effort to divide them into “keep” and “donate” piles. Obviously, there are certain titles that hold dear places in my heart, and I cannot help but re-read them and share them with you.)

In light of Easter, I decided to write about a popular piece of Christian literature: Lee Strobel’s The Case for Christ: A Journalist’s Personal Investigation of the Evidence for Jesus.

I first discovered the field of Christian apologetics, which, according to this Wikipedia article, is “the field of study concerned with the systematic defense of Christianity,” in my early teenage years and it has always been a topic which interested me. So much so, in fact, that I even considered entering seminary to delve even deeper into the world of proving the merits and facts behind Christianity through history, science, and philosophy.

While there are tons of literature out there in the world of Christian apologetics, The Case for Christ is one of the most popular, mainstream books on the topic and it’s a book I have read over and over again.

The basis for the book is simple. Lee Strobel, a former journalist for the Chicago Tribune, interviews a dozen experts to determine if there’s credible evidence of Christ’s existence and divinity.

Each of the fourteen chapters attempts to answer a different question. Some examples of the questions include:

Do the Biographies of Jesus Stand Up to Scrutiny?

Is the Jesus of History the Same As the Jesus of Faith?

Was Jesus Crazy When He Claimed to Be the Son of God?

Did Jesus – and Jesus Alone – Match the Identity of the Messiah?

Was Jesus’ Death a Sham and His Resurrection a Hoax?

Are There Any Supporting Facts That Point to the Resurrection?

I have to admit that I love this stuff. My insides boil with excitement and my fingers cannot turn the pages fast enough as I read all the evidence presented in this book.

For example, did you know that no other document from antiquity can compare to the New Testament in terms of the sheer number of existing documents? There are more than 5,000 New Testament manuscripts are in existence today…compare that to the runner-up, which is The Iliad, at 650.

My only problem with this book is that all the experts interviewed for this book, while experts and leaders in their respective fields, seem pre-disposed to offer supporting evidence for Christ. Though a former investigative journalist with a Master of Studies in Law degree from Yale Law School, Strobel fails to produce any critics of Christian apologetics. How about a debate between both sides of the argument?

All in all, Stobel manages to take some thick, sometimes tedious information and presents it in an entertaining and fast-paced manner. This is a great book for someone like myself who is a practicing Christian and would like to find additional sources of confirmation. Or if you’re still on the fence and having some doubts. However, I’m not sure that this book would convince someone who does not believe, especially in this day and age when information is so readily available at your fingertips.

Strobel has written a counterpart this this book, called The Case for Faith: A Journalist Investigates the Toughest Objections to Christianity. I have this book as well and although it is a good read, it just isn’t as compelling as The Case for Christ. The reason is obvious: it is a lot more difficult to prove faith than the existence and attributes of a person.

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Mar 19, 2008  •  In Books, Reviews, Touching

Book Review: Marley and Me

My sister read this book when it first released and upon finishing it, she exclaimed that I had to read it. “You know that the dog is going to die and you prepare and brace yourself for the inevitable…and then you end up crying at the end anyway.”


(image from Harper Collins)

I was intrigued, but I didn’t bite. Don’t get me wrong – I love dogs. I love animals and I’ve spoiled all the pets I’ve had over the years. However, the thought of reading about falling in love with a dog only to lose him (which I’ve been through twice) made me queasy and uncomfortable.

Months passed, and I continued to see the book everywhere. On subways. On the train ride home. In book store displays. I even read that the book was being adapted into a movie starring Owen Wilson and Jennifer Aniston.

So, per my usual fashion, I googled the book and found the website devoted to Marley http://www.marleyandme.com/. As I went through the photos and the user-submitted stories and testimonials, my heart melted. Here’s an excerpt from the “About the Book” section of the website:

The heartwarming and unforgettable story of a family in the making and the wondrously neurotic dog who taught them what really matters in life.

John and Jenny were just beginning their life together. They were young and in love, with a perfect little house and not a care in the world. Then they brought home Marley, a wiggly yellow furball of a puppy. Life would never be the same.

The next time I was at Borders (which is pretty often considering there’s one downstairs from my office and I lov books) I picked up a copy and began reading on my long commute home.

I was smitten.

I won’t write any more about the plot or the specifics of the book, because John Grogan does such a wonderful job of communicating every sweet detail of his family’s life with Marley…I just wouldn’t be able to compare.

I finished the book a few days later on the train home. At this point I started crying like a little bitch and I couldn’t stop. I apologize to the poor commuters who were within earshot of the sobbing little Asian girl that night.

Anyone who has half a heart would love this book. Anyone who has had a pet, especially a dog, needs to read this book.

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Mar 18, 2008  •  In Personal, Relationships

My Imaginary TV Boyfriend

Being an engaged woman doesn’t mean I can’t have my celebrity crushes. Today I’d like to introduce my other imaginary boyfriend…

Meet Jim Halpert:


(image courtesy of DunderMifflinInfinity.com)

Allow me to clarify. My attraction is not with John Krasinski, but with the lovably dorky character he plays on NBC’s The Office.

John Krasinski isn’t particularly good-looking, nor does he fall under the category of the guys I usually fall for (the clean-cut dudes with a streak of a bad side). If I ever run into someone who looks exactly like him I would think he’s cute in a goofy way but leave it at that.

So then, what is it about Jim Halpert that keeps millions of women strapped in front of the TV, drooling, every Thursday night?

For me, it’s the combination of his wit and humor (and the numerous pranks he plays on Dwight), compassion, and loyalty. He’s the type of guy who was too shy and geeky to talk to girls in high school but eventually comes to his own with his brains and killer personality.

And his love and devotion for Pam! Unlike many others, I do not think the most romantic moment between them was when Jim confessed his love to the then-engaged Pam. I think the best moment was when he angrily chastised her for not taking the chance to follow her dreams of being a designer. To me, only real love can do that: show another person that they’re making the wrong choice, even if it’s the opposite of what that person wanted to hear.

Last week, while driving down West Side Highway my friends and I saw a billboard advertising the upcoming movie Leatherheads. “There goes my imaginary TV boyfriend,” I sighed.

“Him? My friend made out with him in college!”

I almost crashed the car.

“What college did he attend?” I managed to stumble.

“Brown.”

!!! Brown was actually my first choice for some time! Imagine that – I could’ve gone to school with the future Jim Halpert.

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Mar 14, 2008  •  In Gadgets, Geek, Personal

Meet My New Baby

…my new MacBook Pro!

I constantly have memory-intensive programs such as Photoshop, Illustrator, InDesign, and Quark all running at the same time….with music playing and Firefox and Safari opened to 12 different pages. As a result my old PowerBook G4 (which is now almost 4 years old) has been suffering a bit in the past year.

I knew I needed to get a replacement laptop since the fall of 2007, but I also knew that updates to the MacBook Pro line were imminent with the annual MacWorld conference coming up in January.

MacWorld came and went with the announcement of the MacBook Air, but not even a whisper about the MacBook Pro. I troweled all the Mac fan message boards and rumor sites to find that a small update was being predicted for February.

Never underestimate the knowledge and fanbase of Mac geeks. As predicted, Apple quietly announced the update to the MacBook and MacBook Pro lines on February 26th.

And I got my spankin-new MacBook Pro last night. 😀

The new Penryn-powered processors aren’t too big of a jump from the previous generation, but it sure is a big difference from my old 1.5 ghz PowerPC G4. My new baby came standard with 2 gb RAM, but I immediately ordered another 2 gb worth from Newegg to max it out at 4 gb. Everything runs so smoothly and lightening-fast, even outperforming the Power Mac I use at work.

Of course, no new large tech purchase is complete without unboxing pictures:


I love how Apple enforces their design aesthetics on all their products, even the packaging.


The first peek inside the box…


There’s my new baby!


I still remember when a friend told me her hometown is Cupertino and I immediately asked if I could visit her…and stay.


About to rip this sticker…


My hands were shaking at this point.


I had to make sure my mouth was closed so I don’t drool all over it.

Every Apple computer comes with these Apple stickers. I’ve read that the old ones (the colored stripe ones) can go for quite a penny on eBay.

 

Now, for some comparison pictures with my old baby:


The MacBook Pro is considerably thinner than the PowerBook.


A side-by-side comparison. Notice that the trackpad is larger on the MacBook Pro.


The MacBook Pro also has a rubberized cover over the hinge.


My old baby’s melted space bar. Long story. Suffice it to say, I’m a klutz.


The webcam! Now I have no excuse not to webcam-chat…


The infrared receiver for the remote.

 

Gosh, I love new toys…..

 

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Mar 11, 2008  •  In Books, Relationships, Reviews

Book Review: Love Story

When I first met R, I thought he was a typical womanizer and wouldn’t give him the time of day. He tried his best to win me over and when he finally succeeded in taking me out on a date, I gave him the third degree. One of the first questions I asked was, “What is your favorite book?”

“Love Story,” he replied without hesitation.

I laughed him off for two reasons: (1) I knew Love Story well, because it was one of my favorite movies…and I had never come across any reference of it being a book also; and (2) I thought he was blowing smoke up my ass in an effort to get into my pants.

The next time I saw him, he handed me a dog-eared paperback. It was clear it had been read many times over, and it actually seemed to fit perfectly into his hands.

I began reading that night and didn’t stop until I finished.

I later discovered that the book was based on the screenplay for the movie – Paramount had pre-released the book to promote the movie. The book became an immediate success, quickly becoming the best selling fiction in the U.S. in 1970.

The plot itself isn’t particularly creative: boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy marries girl despite objections from his family, boy and girl struggle then finally make it to the top…but at what should be the happiest moment of their lives, the girl gets cancer and dies.

Rather, it is Erich Segal’s writing that draws the reader in:

What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.

Those first lines of the novel summarizes the book while captivating and preparing the reader, in my opinion, one of the best stories of real, imperfect love that is just so damn achingly beautiful.

I have always been a bookworm. I begged my parents to teach me to read at the age of three and have constantly had my nose in a book since. I own hundreds of books and read thousands in my lifetime.

That being said, Love Story still remains one of my all-time favorite books.

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Feb 29, 2008  •  In Food, Wishlist

Heineken Beertender

When I first read about the Heineken Beertender on Geekologie back in January, I almost fell out of my chair. Because not only do I love beers, Heineken is my favorite common beer. And Krups is one of my favorite kitchen gadget brands. Put the two together and…wow I think I just had a mild orgasm.

Today, Gizmodo announced the official release date of the Beertender.

TOMORROW.

Anyone have an extra $299 they want to donate to the “Help Keep the Geek Hydrated and Happy” cause?

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Feb 26, 2008  •  In Art/Design, Geek, Personal

The Mona Lisa Smile

You may find it surprising that I was in a sorority in college. I was not only a member of this sorority, but I was very involved, having held three VP positions, a pledge mom one semester, and chapter president for two consecutive semesters. I can go on and on about my sorority days, but I’ll save that for another day.

One of the many things that the general public knows about the greek system is that when a member stars pledging, he/she is given a nickname. This nickname may be based on the pledge’s personality, looks, hobbies…almost anything!

My nickname was Mona Lisa. I will not divulge the exact meaning behind this name on the world wide web, but if you really want to know, ask and I’ll tell you. 😉

Although I have studied art history extensively and is an avid art lover, I have never really liked da Vinci’s masterpiece. When I visited the Louvre in Paris, I found the painting underwhelming and could not understand why it was so popular. However, after gaining this new nickname, I naturally became more interested in the lady with the mysterious smile.

I knew that art historians and critics have varying, sometimes outrageous theories on the portrait and its model but the one thing that everyone seemed to focus on was her smile. Why is the Mona Lisa‘s smile so intriguing?

And today, I discovered that there may be a scientific explanation: because da Vinci painted her in colors that play tricks on the eye.

Margaret S. Livingstone is a professor of neurobiology at Harvard who studies how cells in the visual system process information: form, color, depth, and movement. She explains that the Mona Lisa‘s smile is almost entirely in low spatial frequencies, and so is best seen by your peripheral vision.

The three images above show the Mona Lisa‘s face filtered to show selectively lowest (left) low (middle) and high (right) spatial frequencies.

So what does this mean? When you look at the Mona Lisa‘s eyes or the background, you will associate the painting with a smile like the left or middle panels and think she is smiling. However, if you look directly at her smile, you will see the smile depicted in the right panel, where her smile has vanished.

In other words, she always seems to be smiling but doesn’t when you look directly at her. All due to an optical illusion.

How awesome is that?!?

Via Collision Detection.

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Feb 26, 2008  •  In Art/Design, Geek, NYC

Design and the Elastic Mind

Yesterday, New York’s MoMA began an exhibition called Design and the Elastic Mind, which, according to their website, “focuses on designers’ ability to grasp momentous changes in technology, science, and social mores, changes that will demand or reflect major adjustments in human behavior, and convert them into objects and systems that people understand and use.”

In other words, geek art. Right up my alley.

Here are three works from the online gallery that particularly caught my eyes:

“Attracted to Light,” from the Long Exposure series, by Geoffrey Mann

“Attracted to Light narrates the erratic behavior of a moth upon the stimulus of light,” explains the designer. The trajectory is captured through cinematic technology and the echo of the path, materialized through rapid prototyping, forms a delicately poetic hanging lamp. The Long Exposure series, which features the trace of a bird in flight and the echo of another taking off and landing, captures the transient beauty of time and motion.

I usually cannot stand moths, but this piece is so fluid and beautiful. I love the fact that it resembles a high-end designer lamp, because the piece itself is centered around light: the moth swirling around a light source, and imagining the scene as captured through a long exposure camera.

“Newton Virus,” Troika

The Newton Virus applies the laws of gravity to computer interfaces, causing desktop icons to fall down as if subject to the earth’s gravitational pull. Troika is developing other computing viruses as “an under-exploited art form,” using them for poetic purposes far from their traditional destructive and obstructive goals. The designers invite anyone with programming skills and imagination to participate in this challenge through their Web site.

Totally geekalicious. Need I say more?

“Lily Impeller,” Jayden D. Harman

The Lily Impeller is a mixer “designed using the elegant and effective geometries found in natural fluid flow,” explains its designer. Its shape, based on the logarithmic curve known as the Fibonacci spiral found in nautilus shells and whirlpools, accommodates a centripetal flow of liquid with a little friction. As a result the device is capable of circulating millions of gallons of water with a minimal amount of energy. Used in municipal reservoir tanks, the mixer prevents drinking water from stagnating, reducing the need for disinfectant additives.

I’ve been fascinated with the Fibonacci spiral ever since reading about it in a textbook back in elementary school. And to use the spiral to streamline and make better a simple process, using crude metals nonetheless…genius!

Design and the Elastic Mind will run through May 12, 2008. Go check it out!

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