hey, those oscar predictions weren't all that bad! joe and i came in second in the pool at our local pub; it was winner take all, so no cash for us,* but that's better than we fare when we're at their dart board. i feel that penelope acquitted herself well (especially from the waist up) in the fashion department, though i should have had more faith in cate blanchett: she won.
other weekend adventures included a trip to h&h bagels on the extreme west side yesterday morning; not something i would do again solo, though the neighborhood is probably worlds better now than it was a few years ago (just look at the shiny new hustler club!). the bagels themselves were decent, but i remain a murray's girl in the new york bagel battle: i love my foo-foo cream cheese, and a refrigerator case full of whipped philly doesn't do it for me. nor does having to walk an extra fifteen blocks because i don't have cash and every ATM in the neighborhood is out of service. my money-hunting did, however, take me past fountain new york, a collaborative exhibition featuring pieces from a half-dozen williamsburg galleries. joe and i went back yesterday evening, and it was very worth it: if we'd prevailed in the oscar pool, i'd have no problem plunking down our winnings for (an eighth of) something like this. it's nobler to want money if you'd spend it on art, right?
in personal art (cough) news, i've decided to fire up the sewing machine and try to make a quilt. so far i've jumped up and down on three pairs of chopped-up blue jeans (fig. 1), toasted said jeans on the radiator (fig. 2), made anal retentive little stencils for my pattern out of old junk mail, sewn together my first two pieces, and broken my needle (i was trying to catch the bobbin thread, which somehow escaped from whatever it's supposed to come out of in the base of the machine. if anyone knows where that something-it's-supposed-to-come-out-of actually is, um, call me). progress is stalled, but i remain enthused! like penelope, i will bring my A game when i face the kenmore instruction booklet tonight.
in impersonal food news, i've been plugging everyone i know into ye olde online cheese comparator. it tells me that my cheese rating, for instance, is king river gold ("has a pink/orange rind with a dusting [of] grey mould, and has a sharp taste."). joe, in turn, gets romano ("made by a method known as 'rummaging curd'"); i am sleepy enough that both of these make sense.
*i'm trying not to dwell on the fact that picking children of men for best adapted screenplay cost us a few hundred dollars. it's mostly working.