Monday, May 31, 2010

We have moved to the corner

Pssst! Notice how I'm photobloggin' it here? I think my blog might have gone a little text-heavy of late, which can be a bit tedious I guess. Anyway, so here are some mediocre pictures to spruce things up!


Tilted Rainbow


Yesterday, I saw a woman whose body looked exactly like one painted by John Currin. She had the slimmest of slender bodies - positively flat when seen from the side, if you get my drift! - yet her posture was so utterly bizarre, her back swayed like that of a bow, giving a most comic emphasis to her most protruding little potbelly. The fact that she was dressed in tight fitting bicycling gear probably didn't make it any less apparent.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Food we cooked and ate this weekend

Ever tried the grilled corn on the cob at Cafe Habana? Johan hadn't, so he couldn't figure why I kept insisting on grilling our corn after had done his outmost to boil it tender, just so. But that was only till he dug his teeth into the finished product. Then he was sold. We didn't have cojita cheese, so I buttered them in mascarpone cheese, dressed them in grated parmesan, added salt and a bit of chili pepper, and then I drizzled it good with lime juice.

Recently, I was served a bowl of steamed sugar snap peas bathed in lemon juice, sea salt and mint at The Smile - a somewhat unrecommendable place with the exception of said dish, which was so simple and delicious I had to try making it at home. We didn't have the peas, so we used edamame beans instead, and I highly recommend you give it a try regardless of the legume you have at home.

Admittedly, these shumai and gyozas weren't homemade but store bought, but the sauce I made myself! Really I did! It's soy sauce and plain vinegar spruced up with chopped mint and cilantro. Yum! Go on, try it at home!

This is my version of a fish-free Seviche meeting up with a roughly chopped guacamole somewhere in Southeast Asia. Its ingredients are chopped up tomatoes, avocado (not too ripe, but still with a bit of bite to it), loads of cilantro, a teeny tad of pearl onion, loads of salt, pepper and a bit of chili and copious amounts of lemon or lime juice or both. Perhaps a decent dollop of olive oil too. A taste of garlic to boot? I know for a fact it's delicious with tortilla chips and bread, and heck, I'm sure it would be lovely with some lemon-cured fish in it as well:O)

And here's my interactive blog question: "What did you have this weekend?"

Happy Feet

The heat is on, you see. It's been 30 degrees Celsius from the moment we woke up. Phew.

Saturday, May 29, 2010


When Marie and I were in Las Vegas about two years ago, it was our plan to visit the Neon Graveyard - a 'boneyard' for the city's old and broken neon signs. Unfortunately it was closed on the days we were there, so we never got the chance to wander amongst them under the burning sun, all of which I was painfully reminded of yesterday when I came across the photo above on a location scout's Flickr stream. I mean, wouldn't you just kill to go?!

Friday, May 28, 2010


My mamma just sent me this:O)

Andreas Gursky. In the Air. Kind of.

I was googling for images of Los Angeles highways and came across the website of aerial photographer Alex MacLean. Although I tend to find aerial photos a tad cheesy, I have to admit there is also something utterly breathtaking about those views of Americana from above.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

a few too many helpings of self-righteousness

The other night Johan and I got stuck in front of the TV watching The Biggest Loser, sarcastically commenting on the whole shabang - the tears, the man boobs, the flabby bellies - all while eating vegetables and yogurt dip for dinner.

"Isn't it great that we so master the art of moderate and healthy eating?" I asked Johan while the heavily obese were sweating their way through training camp.

"I know!" he answered as he was shoving a triple-dipped asparagus into his mouth. "It's great!"

In hindsight, I realize our behavior might have been a tad hubristic if not downright smug, cos just this morning, when I put on a pair of pants, I realized they were horribly tight around the waist. "Did I just wash these?", I pondered to myself, but then had to remind myself it's probably been many months since they saw the inside of a size-reducing dryer.

"Do I look fatter than usual?" I asked Johan after checking twice that I hadn't put them on wrong. He pondered my question for a while and then just gave me a hug and said: "I think we both know there's no right answer to that." Then he left for the library.

I like the fact that after one year together, Johan has realized that he should never, never, ever comment on my weight. The few times he's done so (like the one time where he happily declared "oh, I found out you were chubby once!") it's always ended with a raucous fight were I have blamed him for the unhealthy obsession with weight, food and unobtainable body images that haunts my generation of women. "You want us all to look like adolescent boys!" I'll finally squeal in despair. "Why can't you just let us be women?!"

Poor Johan. But it's just cos he's one of those archetypal boys that never gain an ounce of weight, so he doesn't know what it's like for the rest of us, which makes it so tempting to become bitter. But of course I find great consolation in the fact that one day, he too shall have a potbelly. One that sneaks up on him before he knows it. One day he'll be laughing at the contestants in the biggest looser. The next he'll wake up to see the jello-like repercussions of last night's second helping of dessert - right before his very eyes: "J-hello!"

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


David sent me this.
I get the feeling he'd get along with Maj just swell.

Tompkins on Friday

We took our studies to the park on Friday, and although it felt a tad slack, I'm sure the lack of access to internet made it all the more productive.

28-year-old seeks job in London. Any.

A couple of years back, a friend of mine and I were discussing job advertisements, and agreed on the fact that we both felt horribly intimidated by them. Even the dead-end student jobs involving 'filing', 'archiving' and 'administration' scared us off, leaving us with the feeling that we didn't even have the competencies for accomplishing that.

Searching for jobs in the US as a non-US citizen is really a story of its own, and as those, who like me, that are relatively fresh out of grad school and without masses of experience will testify to, finding a way to stick around in New York is really as fickle as fickle gets. Jobs certainly don't come to you. You have to hunt them down and pursue them, sometimes make them up, and even then there tends to be loads of obstacles in order to make sure you don't tresspas any immigration rules and regulations.

Seeing I'm now going to London where any job is legally open to me I decided it was time to give those job listings another try. But yikes, after only one glimpse at the Guardian's job section, I feel I'm already faltering on the UK labor market. It scares me and intimidates me, halters my breathing, which is not much of a winner mentality, I know, but none the less the inconvenient truth.

Yesterday Johan reminded me that we're part of the "project generation", always in search of an identity-enforcing, if not altogether identity-enlarging, undertaking. I'm starting to suspect I can't really muster that ideal though. When I look at job advertisements, all I feel like doing is crawling into a dark corner and staying put until someone calls me out.

"Sarah, we have a dead-end cleaning job for you!"
"Really?! I'll be right there!"

P.S. The illustrations above are random. Or, else they portray places I'll be likely to spend my life's work. Of all three, I'm leaning towards a stint as vending machine.

Monday, May 24, 2010

disposable 7

I'm having a major clean-up day - sorting through things, throwing bits and pieces out, and of course getting lost in the multitude of knickknacks, souvenirs and keepsakes that hides amongst it all.

And that's where I found a CD full of pictures that my friend Andy made me just before going back home to South-Africa after spending one semester at NYU.

He became my closest friend during those first six months in the city, and we still keep in touch although we sometimes cringe at the thought that it's now more than 4 and a half years ago that we saw each other last! I guess we're more pen palls these days, really.

Andy just published his first book by the by. Behind the Badge, it's called - a study of police corruption in South Africa. Yowsa!

Anyway, I'm getting all lost! Among the photos on the CD, this one was my favorite. It's Andy - dressed as Pumpkin Man at Halloween - caught in between an incognito Statue of Liberty and some very miserable looking princesses!

Of course you can hardly see him either, but take it from me he's a handsome fella;O)

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Did you know...

..that Woody Harrelson's dad was a hitman? And according to Wikipedia, he was a freelance hitman - is that even something you can do freelance?

As you might be able to tell, I'm spending my evening in front of my computer, and although I keep meaning to work, the internets send me off on all sorts of wild goose chases. For example I just googled "Charles Harrison" as in the art historian and member of "Art & Language" Charles Harrison, and voila, a wikipedia entry pops up on my screen and by default I go for that one first - only to find an article on Woody Harrelson' dad. I mean, of all people!

Which fart are YOU?

This is what you find if you type in "online farting sounds" in Google. How I love the internets!

My apologies for posting a soundless soundboard, but click here for the real deal!

Personally, I find "smoothy" kind of lovable and familiar:O)


At least that's what I think they are. They're a gift from Wieschen who visited from Berlin along with Mads:O)

Friday, May 21, 2010

Son of a b****!!!

I tend to avoid posting images of myself, but today it serves a purpose. It is 6:30 a.m. and while I've hardly had any sleep tonight in the first place, I've been big time wide awake since something like 5 a.m. Why, you wonder? I've been hunting mosquitoes. Or rather, they've been hunting me. Bit me on my face, as they tend to like. Two handfuls of other places too.

It's not that I don't acknowledge that there are other people in this world facing much more unbearable things, but even so, it's really driving me crazy, because once summer hits, it's every single night that I find myself awoken by yet another itching bite or yet another mosquito circling above my face like some helicopter coast guard.

(On a slightly different note, I realize I look like the kid in Gummo in the pic above, ha!)

Anyway, to top it all off, the neighborhood went all ghetto on us during the night, with a fight breaking loose just below our window. "Stop screaming at me!!!", a lady screamed incessantly, and - according to my admittedly underdeveloped sense of logic - somewhat self-contradictory.


And when I did sleep, I've been dreaming one of those dreams where you need to accomplish something, and you just never, ever succeed!

People, I will return later today with a more uplifting post. Perhaps one with dogs:O)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Matt Dillon

Today was the day that Matt Dillon tapped Johan on the shoulder and asked if the line we were waiting in outside Abraco was indeed the line to get coffee? Johan answered that yes it was, after which Matt Dillon walked off, into the sunset that is 1st ave, his back slightly hunched for extra coolness, and had I actually seen his face, I'm sure I would also have witnessed that characteristic furrowed brow of his. Heavy sigh.

I didn't actually register that is was indeed Matt Dillon, but fortunately we have two witnesses to the event in question: 1) Mads, who, at the time, was dressed in his running outfit including a pair of very short bathing shorts that made him look like Micahel Cera in Juno. 2) Nicole, from Melbourne, who is currently staying with us, who also suggested that Johan could have offered himself as Dillon's coffee bitch.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

7 things I thought at the movies

Yesterday, on a most impulsive note, we were a bunch that went to the movies to see Ridley Scott's new Robin Hood. It was, as such movies tend to be, nerve-wrackingly exciting to watch - each punch landing on the villain's face just so, every swirl of the sword chopping off the heads of at least ten French soldiers, and every maiden saved just at the nick of time.

It was also, as such movies tend to be to me, very difficult to follow. In terms of story line, I mean. So much happens on the screen that the excitement almost becomes unbearable, every bit of my body jittering like that of a critter, and in the end I kind of just let my mind wander in other directions than the narrative at hand in a pittiful attempt to remind myself that it's all just a movie.

In any event, here's some of the things I was thinking last night as I was tucked into my red velvet seat, clasping Johan's hand and neck for dear life:

1) I'm so happy I didn't live in the middle ages. Granted, their parties seemed to be kind of rowdy and fun, very corporeal and dirty (in the good way), but it was also a very dark and dirty time (literally), and I know for a fact that I wouldn't have liked it much.

2) Max von Sydow makes me cry. There's something about his persona that's very heartfelt, which for some reason makes me teary-eyed. This also applies to a young Max von Sydow, although the older one is definitely the one that pains me the most. Max von Sydow playing dead in a wicker basket while dressed in a white gown, is downright unbearable (in an oddly pleasing way, the way tragedy can be pleasing).

3) I'm genuinely thrilled that it was Cate Blanchet rather than Nicole Kidman that played Lady Marion. I'm not sure if the latter was ever even considered for the part, but listening to her rant about not having seed to sow would surely have been downright unbearable, except this time in a very literal and unpleasant sense.

4) I think I would like a long haired whippet. And I think I would like Johan to one day give me one that he found in the gutters because no one else wanted it. Worse comes to worse, he can also buy it, but I would like for it to have a little midieval patina. (I couldn't find a picture of what exactly I have in mind - perhaps I'm all wrong, and the one I like is actually another breed? All I can say it that that one I'd like is the one that cuddles up to Robin Hood when he doses off to sleep next to Lady Marion's fireplace).

5) Being on the cast of Robin Hood must be every man's dream. The cloaks and daggers, the capes and swords, the busty women and the chain mail armor - I mean, it's kind of like role playing games, except with really high production values. I bet they sometimes forgot they were at work.

6) White horses with long manes are kind of tacky, I find, especially when they're shown galloping in slow motion. However, darker horses (e.g. black, brown or multicolored) galloping off into Sherwood with Robin Hood on its back, at high speed does provide me with a most pleasant giddy feeling. I wonder if my sister feels the same when she gallops in the woods?

7) The guy that played Friar Tuck was a dead ringer for the bear that plays Friar Tuck in Disney's Robin Hood.

Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally
Golly, what a day
Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally
Golly, whaaat aaaaa daaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

How did this pose.....happen?

Jeez, I've laughed to the point where I've peed my pants a little when looking at this photo! It's of Johan and Mads, and they both look so horribly happy, awkward and nerdy all at the same time, I can't seem to tire of looking at it!

Of course they're going to downright hate me for publishing it. Expect a close-up of one of my cellulite infested body parts to mysteriously hit my facebook profile soon.....

If this photo is gone by tomorrow, count yourself lucky that at least you got to see it!

Rainy Weather

Oh my, what a perfectly abominable excuse for a weather we've had today. Rain, rain, rain, and more rain to boot, and for some bizarre reason, poor weather makes me so hungry!

In the light of which it was kind of sad that our fruit pedestal only had limes to offer along with a cluster of raisin-like grapes.

Monday, May 17, 2010

From the Department of Useless Information

My sister sent me an email this morning titled "You're never too old to learn - (a bit more educational than usual)".

It contained all the info you'll see below, (and then some!), which I found quite poetic in it's slightly absurd matter-of-factness.

In any case, I dedicate this info to Maria's roommate Ingrid, with whom we stayed when were in Copenhagen last. Before I even met Ingrid, Johan - as in London Johan - had told me of this friend of his from architecture school, whom he and his peers had nicknamed "Department of Useless Information" due to her impressive mental archive of not always pertinent yet interesting information.

What a great thing to be known for! So yes, this is for Ingrid so she can keep her department in shape!

No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple

The sentence: 'The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog' uses every letter of the alphabet. (Now, you KNOW you're going to try this out for accuracy, right?)

TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.(All you typists are going to test this out)
(Typewriter from here.)

A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds

A 'jiffy' is an actual unit of time for 1/50th of a second.

A snail can sleep for three years.

An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.

(Ostrich from here.)

February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.

If the population of China walked past you, 8 abreast,
the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.

Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors

Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite!

Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.

The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.

The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.

The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely solid.

There are more chickens than people in the world.

Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.

Women blink nearly twice as much as men.

Now you know more than you did before!!