As anybody who kills time on the internet surely knows, the trailer for the movie version of “Les Miserables” hit the web today. If I had a dollar for every giddy post I saw about it in my Facebook feed, I could have covered our delicious Chick-fil-A dinners tonight, plus milkshakes. (Hey, it’s something.) I dutifully watched it at my desk, and, well… here’s the thing. I have a confession to make:
I have never seen “Les Miserables.”
Yes, I was a music major in college; yes, I was a borderline theater nerd in high school (full-on choir nerd, for sure); yes, I consider myself a lover of musicals. And yet! Somehow I managed to completely miss “Les Miz.” I’m pretty sure this disqualifies me from being a true musical theater nerd. (My hetero lifemate, Abby, is perhaps the most committed of this kind. Anywhere she encounters satellite radio — rental cars, her mom’s car — she turns it to the Broadway station and doesn’t give anyone a choice about it. Thus I have yet to experience the joy of Pearl Jam Radio.)
There are, of course, such inescapable tunes as “On My Own,” (most memorably performed by Joey Potter), “Stars” and “Bring Him Home.” I’ve heard them, but I couldn’t even sing you one of them in its entirety. I think my older sister knows the show, which has me puzzled as to how I missed it when so much of what she was into trickled down to me. My theory is that I was stuck on “Cats” and the golden age of Disney Classics for the better part of my childhood.
All of this is to say that, while I will happily pick apart the vocal abilities of any and all actors involved, I don’t have any stake in or point of reference for the casting decisions, which I gather are and will continue to be a topic of hot debate. I may or may not go see the film; I’m indifferent. If we were talking about a movie remake of “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,” though, I’d be all over it.
Montreal, Quebec, May 29, 2010
Two years ago today was the last day of our French-Canadian honeymoon. There was late-night poutine (technically early morning on the 29th) with delicious local beer, a cat-chalet handoff, a river cruise and lots more. When we got home, we were tired.
Atlanta, Georgia, May 22, 2010
Today marks two years since we got hitched. Two years! Noots! In honor of this momentous occasion, I borrowed an idea from Matt Miller of Our Labor of Love and made a video of all 600+ Smilebooth photos compressed into about three minutes. It’s kinda super awesome. Please enjoy my hilarious friends and family:
all photos copyright Our Labor of Love
Today I’m starting a new thing that may or may not become a regular feature: mirthmobile must-haves! These are things that are super awesome — and even sometimes super useful, as is the case with this inaugural endorsement. Without further ado, I give you the BAGGU bag:
(photos from baggubag.com)
I first came across BAGGU some years ago online via some blog or other. I know that I briefly entertained getting these for my bridesmaids as part of their gifts (they come in so many fun colors!) but ended up going another direction. Back in the fall of this past year I happened upon BAGGU bags again. Perusing their website, I discovered an alpaca-print bag; I immediately placed an order for three, to be Christmas stocking stuffers for myself, my sister and my mom.
(Sidenote: these things are so hip now that J. Crew is selling them in exclusive colors, and Madewell carries them too. They’re all the rage!)
I’ve been big on reusable grocery bags since my year in Germany. I’ve used several different kinds, and BAGGU is by far the most convenient and cool. I keep mine in my purse at all times, because it takes up hardly any space; it’s also handy to not have to remember to take something into the store with which to tote my groceries, because it’s always with me. It folds up flat back into its pouch, so I just stash it in my purse again as soon as I unpack it at home. (I also get lots of compliments on it from grocery store cashiers.)
Anyhoo, go forth and check out baggubag.com. There are multiple sizes and shapes, and even a few in leather for you high-rolling style mavens out there. You’re welcome.
Kingsport, Tennessee, April-June 1948; Somewhere else, July 1950
Those first three photos are my Grandma Jean holding my tiny baby mama at ages 3.5 weeks, 2 months and 3 months. Grandma Jean looks so very Judy Garland to me… maybe it’s the hair. The fourth photo is my adorable mama at 2 years and change walking with her grandma. Hooray for mamas and grandmas!
Carrier Dome, Syracuse, N.Y., May 13, 2007
Right around this time five years ago, we were “graduating” with our master’s degrees. (That’s in quotation marks because we still had about eight daunting weeks of work ahead of us in the form of writing and workshopping our capstone stories.) This photo, post-walk, was my way of determining whether my cap had left unsightly lines on my forehead, because Jon probably told me I looked totally normal and I didn’t believe him.
Somewhere in Germany, sometime in the ’70s
In honor of May Day — not much of a holiday here, but a big one abroad — I thought I’d post an old-timey picture from Germany today. I found this among my Grandpa Jim’s photos. It’s a picture of his German friends Wolfram and Doris — now friends of mine as well — looking rather glamorous, from back in the day. My guess is that this was taken somewhere along the Elbe during one of Grandpa’s visits; either that or Wolfram and Doris had this taken on a special occasion and later sent a copy to Grandpa. Maybe I’ll drop them a line to ask…