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wThursday, June 27, 2002 Mmm, mmm, mmm! Went to Nobu for dinner tonight and ordered their Chicken Teriyaki. Never before have I tasted chicken that practically melted in my mouth. And the miso soup that came with it was salted just right unlike the ones that I've had in the past where I was begging for a glass of water after a spoonful. I also had a taste of my friend's Arctic Charr Grilled Medium Rare with Crispy Baby Spinach and that piece of fish was fantastic as well. Of course, this was also the first time when a meal with 10 friends cost over $240 too, but everyone agrees that it was worth every penny. I can see why Jamie Oliver gave the restaurant good reviews. posted by Angie at 11:58 PM wMonday, June 24, 2002 Guess it's true that one can't have one's cake and eat it too. Now that I've finally got my foot into a great studio, I'm getting slack from practically everyone about everything from the far from 9-to-5-type schedule, to the way over 40 hours/week that I put in, to the money that I'm (not) getting. Why can't people just be happy for me? At least one thing happens every day at work that makes me thoroughly grateful that I am where I am. I knew what I was getting into and I was well aware of the harsh reality that I would have to face in terms of time, energy and money. But I never expected to have to deal with resistance from others who apparently have a difficult time accepting that I'm in a non-traditional field. I'm working with dedicated, great people, having a grand old time and learning a heck of a lot about things that I care about. Unfortunately, not a lot of people (care to) see that and instead focus on the small price I have to pay to be doing what I'm doing. And then there are those who speak of the terms I have to work with as if it was somehow "below" them. Ironically, these people fail to realize that for every song that they listen to in their car, while shopping, at home and pretty much everywhere, dozens of people who do what I do helped a little to make each song happen. I go to bed feeling like the most blessed person on earth with that thought in my head and I hope that others will one day be able to appreciate that too. posted by Angie at 3:14 PM wFriday, June 21, 2002 :( What I've learned from the World Cup 2002: - dirty players rule the game because not enough is done to curb their unethical practices - players who score goals get love and respect from their country no matter how malicious and conniving they are - the public is fickle Sigh. As a spectator, I've never been so emotionally attached to a sporting event before this year's World Cup. Last night's game between England and Brazil was definitely the most nerve-wrenching 98 minutes of television I've seen in a long time, and I was watching it on a Spanish channel too. Seeing Michael Owen score the first point was exhilerating. Then there was so much shirt-pulling as well as other tricks that the Brazilians tried to pull to cover up their filthy style of playing that I almost couldn't watch anymore. Add to that a ref who was extremely inconsistent in his rulings and you can see why I was pulling my hair out in the wee hours of the morning. How can he give a red card for what was obviously a slight offence and then not even bat an eyelash when someone was pushed down in the penalty area? It's almost enought to make me swear never to watch another match for the rest of my life. I'm still an England fan. I strongly feel that they deserve a hero's welcome when they go back home. They've accomplished a lot and they did it with the respectable kind of attitude and sportsmanship that the Argentinians and Brazilians apparently know nothing about. The entire team was phenomenal and I'm darn proud of them. Beckham went out of World Cup '98 as England's most hated man and four years later, he's the captain of his team and the nation's most beloved man. I still say that the press had a lot to do with the backlash in '98 and that the whole situation should have made the public aware of the control they have given the media over their consciousness. Hopefully some people have decided to take back that control. I'm sure I have a lot more to say about the World Cup. But this is enough for today. posted by Angie at 2:33 PM wThursday, June 20, 2002 Went to a free Wyclef concert at the Seaport tonight. Claudette Ortiz from City High made a guest appearance for "Two Wrongs". It was slightly embarassing when she missed the second verse and went right into the bridge after the first chorus. Both of them tried to play it off by ad-libbing until the pre-chorus came up again and I guess if you've never heard the song before, you probably wouldn't even have noticed the boo-boo but other than that, their performance was good. (pictures will be up shortly) posted by Angie at 11:33 PM wTuesday, June 11, 2002 Boy, it's weird to have more than an hour of free time. I almost don't know what to do with myself. So this is what it feels like to not be rushing off to places and not rushing to get things done. Hmm...interesting. Okay, I'm ready to get back to real life now. No, really. Being in this stagnant state of mind is beginning to scare me! And the afternoon's only just started! posted by Angie at 2:59 PM wMonday, June 10, 2002 I was only gone for 10 days but everything back in the city seems slightly foreign to me now. The streets that I've crossed literally hundreds of times before seem a bit unfamiliar today. It's hard to explain. I almost expect to see Picadilly Circus when I go around a corner, as bizarre as that sounds. But there's no time to be trippin' out for too long. It's back to one hand on the phone, one hand on the mouse, one eye on what I'm working on at the moment and one eye on the future. posted by Angie at 7:15 PM wThursday, June 06, 2002 Some off-hand observations about Paris: the French don't believe in warning pedestrians that the traffic light is about to change since their green walking man sign changes instantly to the red standing man without any intermediary blinking stages or other indicator that traffic will now proceed to mow down whatever is in their path with no exceptions (especially not for me) French fries are referred to as chips when translated, as in the English tradition of "fish and chips" French restaurants are considerate enough to leave you alone even after you've finished your meal so you can enjoy your coffee and conversations as long as you want. They only bring you the check when you ask them for it. Everyone has a big dog. Almost no one picks up after their dog. posted by Angie at 10:12 PM