What do two sisters do when it rains on Sunday... bake of course! Three hours and four sticks of butter later we had the most delicious dessert known to man: chocolate babka. Always fun visiting my sister, just sad when it comes time to leave. At least I had loaf in tow to ease the pain of driving back south.
Australian Crystal Thomas has a new take on the vacation home. After purchasing a dilapidated 1970's double decker bus on ebay, she is cataloguing her transformation from derelict automobile to charming holiday home for two. To follow the renovation, check out her blog at:
Finally, I can add myself to the list of uncomfortably confused and emotionally stricken viewers of Darren Aronofsky's Black Swan. By no means do I claim to be a reputable film critic, spouting off phrases like cinematography and plot progression, but I will attest to the films stunning visuals and creative play on color to enhance the story's underlying themes. Everyone in some capacity can relate to the futile quest for perfection, which lies somewhere in the unstable unknown between the compulsive mastery of technique and the raw, artistic passion that's born of reckless abandon. What I did glean from the dancer Nina's psychotic struggle is that perfect is not an adjective; you cannot become perfect or even do something perfectly. Perfection is a moment, somewhere within the unstable zone of control and release, which few can navigate unscathed. In short the film lived up to it's acclaim. I was captivated and it made me think beyond the film's 108 minutes. A must see.