Monthly Archives: December 2012

A Christmas round-up (warning: graphic photos)

After consuming a meal of leftovers–cabbage rolls from the freezer, a couple pieces of winter greens gratin and freezer-burned corn–the Beast and I managed to pull ourselves up from the floor in front of the coffee table up onto  the couch to finish watching Last of the Mohicans on Blu-ray, a Christmas present from the Beast to me. It’s director Michael Mann’s definitive cut, and there are subtle differences, which someone who knows the theatrical version intimately, like me, would be able to point out, which I did. I know the script so well that I will say lines of dialogue out loud before the actors do, a habit which I deplore in others.

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The Beast didn’t seem to mind. He did, however, show concern when my eyes rolled back in my head like a shark before feeding on its prey when Daniel Day Lewis says things like, “I’m looking at you, miss,” to Madeleine Stowe, and he tears off her bodice with a metaphorical glare that must’ve penetrated her soul.

“So you’re telling me if I said that to you, we could go upstairs right now,” the Beast asked. “

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The Trip, American-Style: Part II: Sons of Liberty

The Beast and I had a week-long American road trip in November. What follows are the highlights, told in two parts. Here is Part II: Sons of Liberty.

Philadelphia, PA

Recap: After Nantucket, we made our way to the Woodbury Commons Premium Outlets, just outside of New York City. We shopped until 8:30 p.m., much later than we’d planned. Afterwards, I decide to take over the driving duties for the first time on our trip. Traffic is ugly. I can’t remember what the fuck highway or freeway or interstate we were on–the New Jersey Turnpike?–but we can see the Chrysler Building’s illuminated top on the driver’s side.  We don’t arrive in Philly until very late and my nerves are shot. The city seems a bit rough around the edges at 12:30 a.m. We settle into our hotel room, shower and are asleep by 1:45 a.m. In the morning bright light, the city looks just lovely. The Beast insists that we line up at 8:30 a.m. to get our tickets for a tour of Independence Hall–that’s the building where the room that all those founding fathers met to work on the Declaration of Independence, and eventually signed it there, is. Then we visit Benjamin Franklin’s grave and what would have been his house. The rest of the day is a non-stop museum visiting and eating.

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The Trip, American-Style: Part I: New England

The Beast and I had a week-long American road trip in November. What follows are the highlights, told in two parts. Here is Part I: New England.

Concord, MA

Recap: After nine or so hours in the car, at 7:00 p.m. we arrive in Concord, the home of literary giants like Hawthorne, Alcott, Thoreau and Emerson. It is pitch black, but we find our bed and breakfast, the Hawthorne Inn, settle in, and then walk about a mile into town to have dinner at the Colonnial Inn where I enjoy a bowl of clam chowder and an arugula salad topped with Vermont burrata and the Beast inhales a “Yankee pot roast”. Back at the B&B, I choose the 1994 film adaptation of Little Women from their DVD collection to watch in our four poster bed in our authentic room. From our window, we can see Orchard House, where Louisa May Alcott wrote the book. The next day we have a superb breafkast at the B&B, tour the charming downtown’s antique shops, walk around Walden Pond, visit the Concord Museum, whose main attraction include’s Thoreau’s writing desk, walk to the author’s ridge (Hawthorne, Emerson, Thoreau and Alcott, nearly side-by side) in the Sleepy Hollow cemetery, and tour Orchard House with two other tourists, both women. We end the day by visiting an important battle site of of the American Revolution on some bridge. It is dark. The Beast was emotional.

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