Thursday, March 29, 2007

British Bad Girls

Lily Allen vs. Amy Winehouse? Who would win?

I've been listening to the music of these fine ladies from the next wave of the British invasion a lot lately. Both pop artists are talented in different ways and have been huge across the Atlantic for a while now, so of course the U.K. tabloids are pitting the two against each other. Why not join in on the fun?

For those of you unfamiliar with their music, they're both known as brutally honest bad girls who sing over (mostly) sweetly upbeat tunes. Lily sings a tongue-in-cheek ditty called "Alfie" where she chastises her little brother for spending all day in a cloud of weed smoke, while Amy croons about saying no-no-no to those pushing her into treatment in "Rehab." Allen's beats are more ska and reggae inspired, while Winehouse's tunes are decidedly Motown influenced. Each of their CD's have had some production by DJ extraordinaire Mark Ronson. Amy Winehouse probably has stronger vocal chops, often compared to songstresses like Lauryn Hill and Sarah Vaughn, while Lily Allen has a fairly unique, if not weaker, voice.

I enjoy them both but have a favorite right now. Can you guess which one?

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

The Ill Communication

So, it's been a week since my last entry and I've realized that my life is not nearly as thrilling as I imagined it to be. I envy the bloggers out there that promulgate the seemingly mundane aspects of their lives on a daily basis and somehow make them fascinating. That is some kind of talent, I tell ya.

The most interesting topic I can think of to blog about today is . . . dun-dun-dun . . .

flyrish vs. the cold!

I used to think that I didn't get sick much. I believed I took such amazing care of myself that my immune system had Mr. T-like strength. Well, either I'm getting older and therefore weaker or there are heartier viruses and bacteria out there because I've gotten a cold or flu about three times this winter. I've had a sore throat since Thursday, been exhausted and now the congestion has started. I immediately began dumping tangerine flavored Emergen-C in my water, stocked up on Airborne and have been sucking on these Cold-Eeeze lozenges full of zinc. Lots of water and tea on top of that. I will not succumb to the sickness!

According to this article, we're experiencing a relatively mild flu season. I'm not buying it.

Perhaps I should take a sick day soon.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Surreal Evolution

I just got back from a little road trip down to Santa Barbara and the LA area where Tob and I hooked up with some good friends from college. Despite being a whirlwind getaway, it was both relaxing and fascinating. Why fascinating? Well, I became aware of so much change in our social world. Eye-opening change. Like, oh yeah, we're all pretty much adults now (or at least we're supposed to be).

Most of my friends in the Bay have not yet entered the realm of "married with children," and I've chalked that up to living an urban lifestyle and not seeing settling down as a major priority. I applaud that actually. But my friends down south have married and own homes, while one couple recently had their first baby. On a breezy, warm evening when I was chatting with a friend about future family plans, I was struck by how surreal this moment of our lives was. Here we were-- old college roommates, party girls, flirts, dancing queens, c-dubs (don't ask), etc.. How did we suddenly enter the world of mortgages and baby bath products?

It's a strange place to be, but I think I can get used to it. And somehow that scares me and excites me at the same time. Am I really all growns up?

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Milking It

You know, I was recently reminded that birthdays are more than just an excuse to be greedy and hedonistic. A birthday is also a time to see who your true friends are and to thank the ones who shell out a lot of money in your honor (unlike some people I know). Kidding! Sort of.

Honestly, I felt very blessed to celebrate with my loved ones and for friends who sent their warm wishes from afar. A final thank you shout out! I'm still reveling in all of my birthday glory. 'Tis the year of the dirty thirty.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Obviously Optimal

Hi, I'm flyrish and I'm a wannabe foodie.

Besides wishing I was a little bit taller, once in a while I wish that I wasn't a vegetarian so that I could sample all of the tempting morsels that make up the food world. I mean, I have never liked meat (except for strange processed meats made by Oscar Meyer but let's save that for another exciting entry). It's not like I crave animal flesh or anything. I simply love eating, trying new restaurants, indulging in the vast array of cuisines that our bountiful Bay Area offers. Clearly I'm limited by my vegetarianism, although I'm also grateful for the variety of veggie offerings in this region-- everything from Italian to Thai to Ethiopian.

Life would be so much simpler if I didn't have such a passion for food. For example, I would love to travel to the Philippines, but the biggest deterrent is the lack of food I would be able to eat. Subsisting on rice and fruit does not sound appealing. Furthermore, I would hate to disrespect my Filipino relatives who would generously prepare meat-laden meals for me at their homes. My vegetarian lifestyle coupled with my love of food may prevent me from visiting the homeland. Pretty ridiculous, right? What's more ridiculous is that if I attempted to force meat down my throat, my gag reflex would surely kick in, shaming me as the flyrish freak forever.

It would be ideal if I ate meat. Perhaps I could become a real foodie. But I'm okay with my wannabe status because I'm one voracious vegetarian. Thank cows for cheese.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Killa Whale

Here's my horoscope courtesy of Free Will Astrology to kick off the birthday weekend:

Native to Africa and Australia, baobab trees are oddly beautiful, with thick, bulbous trunks that can grow partially hollow and thus serve as shelters for people and animals. They have an enormous capacity for storing water, allowing them to survive during draughts. Humans carve and paint their fruits, making them into ornaments, and also use their leaves, fruits, and bark for food and drink. The tree's large white flowers open only at night, and are pollinated by bats. In all these ways, you remind me of a baobab right now, Pisces. You're freakishly gorgeous, have enormous staying power and hundreds of uses, are a rich source of nourishment and comfort, and bloom under the moonlight, when you do your best collaborative work.

And the full moon is on Saturday. Should be a good weekend for Pisces (that means you, Dre Dog).