Apparrently I missed this because I was in Thailand, but I am completely in love with Rodrigo y Gabriela's fiesty and vibrant music! Check them out on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lvMQCmUVv8
And even better is their story, which you can listen to here on NPR: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6412458
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Allow me to rant for just one more minute. Certainly this will not be the last of my complaints against the American female urge to glorify herself through the wedding ceremony – it was a positive feast for my sarcastic appetite, but out of respect to mainly my new family I refrained from writing about the horrors that I saw during the planning of my wedding.
One such horror, however, was a certain wedding website that I visited while I was living in Thailand, sweating in a crowded internet café, trying to figure out how to plan an event from thousands of miles away. Because weddings are distasteful to me, I had the distinct feeling that I was selling off a bit of my soul by registering for said wedding website, but I had no choice. They wouldn’t let me scout out locations and dress designs without an account.
Throughout the course of my engagement they pestered me with “50% off bridesmaid gifts!” and pre-“your big day pampering tips” for local spas and salons. I took it all in stride – I had provided them with my occasionally checked spam email address in anticipation of their not-so-underhanded tactics. I even looked at their tacky products once for a laugh: “Bride to Be” T-shirts and pink flasks. How original!
The wedding day came and went and we zipped off to our honeymoon - despite the fact that my overly-zealous new husband bought me a ticket with the wrong last name since I didn’t change it in the 12 hours between our ceremony and the flight out of town. When I returned from my honeymoon there was an email waiting for me in my spam account: babyshop.com (name is fictional). I was furious. I wrote them a letter:
Please stop insulting me with this crap. Just because I got married doesn’t
mean I am going to start reproducing like a 19-year old from the mid-West.
My wedding is over. I didn't order any of your chintzy bridesmaid gifts,
now leave me alone.
Sorry, I know the reference to the mid-West was incorrect and rude. It was a stretch. At 5 p.m. on a Saturday, waiting for The Spouse to return from work, I was short on analogies.
One such horror, however, was a certain wedding website that I visited while I was living in Thailand, sweating in a crowded internet café, trying to figure out how to plan an event from thousands of miles away. Because weddings are distasteful to me, I had the distinct feeling that I was selling off a bit of my soul by registering for said wedding website, but I had no choice. They wouldn’t let me scout out locations and dress designs without an account.
Throughout the course of my engagement they pestered me with “50% off bridesmaid gifts!” and pre-“your big day pampering tips” for local spas and salons. I took it all in stride – I had provided them with my occasionally checked spam email address in anticipation of their not-so-underhanded tactics. I even looked at their tacky products once for a laugh: “Bride to Be” T-shirts and pink flasks. How original!
The wedding day came and went and we zipped off to our honeymoon - despite the fact that my overly-zealous new husband bought me a ticket with the wrong last name since I didn’t change it in the 12 hours between our ceremony and the flight out of town. When I returned from my honeymoon there was an email waiting for me in my spam account: babyshop.com (name is fictional). I was furious. I wrote them a letter:
Please stop insulting me with this crap. Just because I got married doesn’t
mean I am going to start reproducing like a 19-year old from the mid-West.
My wedding is over. I didn't order any of your chintzy bridesmaid gifts,
now leave me alone.
Sorry, I know the reference to the mid-West was incorrect and rude. It was a stretch. At 5 p.m. on a Saturday, waiting for The Spouse to return from work, I was short on analogies.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
From one adventure to another. I have discovered that being “lost on earth” is just as easy when you get married as when you travel to humid countries with no traffic laws. Today is Saturday the 24th of March, my one month wedding anniversary. I did my wifely duty this morning and put in a load of laundry, then dragged my bored self over to the mall to paw at over-priced clothing while Jordan works…let me restate that this is Saturday…thanks Jordan’s job! I satisfied myself with buying him two shirts that are in colors I know he will hate. I am formulating a way to try and convince him that Kelly green will look fabulous on him!
Conceptually I don’t like being married. Jordan referred to me once as his wife a few weeks ago and I lashed out. I still tell people that he is my boyfriend. I don’t want to change my name. I tried to convince him to dye his hair blue after the wedding (refused), bought him super-trendy jeans so he will look younger (made me take them back), decided to change my name to Muffy so that it would spice up his bland last name (laughed at me). Despite my insistence that it is purely ironic, he has become surly since I started referring to him as “Snookie”. It’s ironic for pete’s sake!
I heard from Kham Chuen yesterday. Two of the OPC girls have been accepted to secondary school and he needs 5000 baht per girl per year. I also heard from Julia, our Austrian volunteer. She will be revisiting OPC in a few months and asked me if I would be interested in joining her. I have decided to give it some serious thought and then broach the subject with The Spouse.
I don’t know why I even started writing anymore since no one is interested in the adventures of a young, freaked out wife. I wonder if being married means I can’t volunteer at organizations anymore…
Conceptually I don’t like being married. Jordan referred to me once as his wife a few weeks ago and I lashed out. I still tell people that he is my boyfriend. I don’t want to change my name. I tried to convince him to dye his hair blue after the wedding (refused), bought him super-trendy jeans so he will look younger (made me take them back), decided to change my name to Muffy so that it would spice up his bland last name (laughed at me). Despite my insistence that it is purely ironic, he has become surly since I started referring to him as “Snookie”. It’s ironic for pete’s sake!
I heard from Kham Chuen yesterday. Two of the OPC girls have been accepted to secondary school and he needs 5000 baht per girl per year. I also heard from Julia, our Austrian volunteer. She will be revisiting OPC in a few months and asked me if I would be interested in joining her. I have decided to give it some serious thought and then broach the subject with The Spouse.
I don’t know why I even started writing anymore since no one is interested in the adventures of a young, freaked out wife. I wonder if being married means I can’t volunteer at organizations anymore…
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