A Brutal Love Note

There's probably a complicated German phrase that will adequately define the kind of person you would be, if you could elude all pretenses– untie all those silk ribbons that shroud our truths, and just throw caution to the wind and say:

Roses are roses

Violets are violets

And I love you

My Unparalleled Universe

Ever had one of those sudden mind blowing moments of realization? Epiphanies so deep and profound that if made known to mankind could perhaps be the solution to attaining world peace...

And then you step out of the shower and you're back to being the girl who knows way too many fun facts about the latest boyband and Tom Cruise.

New Invention Idea: Shower Epiphany Journal. (Overly enthusiatic voiceover) Introducing your very own personal water-resistant writing-material present in your very own bathroom that helps you jot down mindblowing ideas as they come to you. The Shower Epiphany Journal (tm). Tell your friends.

No, that wasn't my mind blowing moment of realization. I just had an epiphany, that made no sense at all and perhaps all the sense in the world at the same time. And no, it isn't the answer to world peace or preventing global warming. Perhaps, just a solution to a trivial handicap that has been plaguing me over the years. I still have the logistics to work out, but I am sure that what is broken can be mended. The first step is acceptance, right? All I can hope is that, like the end of the Harry Potter series, all will be well. 

Frank Navasky Appreciation Post

So I recently saw the movie You've Got Mail for the millionth time, one of my ultimate feel-good movies. And while every one in the audience is completely enraptured with Meg Ryan's playful charm and the radiant charisma of Tom Hanks, and their evident on-screen chemistry, I always end up drooling over that "nut from The Observer who's so in love with his typewriter".

"..the gentle soothing lullaby of a piece of machinery, so perfect.."

Yes, I am talking about the ruggedly handsome Frank Navasky, played by Greg Kinnear (who I might add seems to be getting more and more devastatingly bangable attractive with age.)

Frank Navasky is a columnist for the New York Observer, a supporting character who managed to steal every scene he was in, and my heart. He is a literary genius who spouts literal magic with his words, and he is highly opinionated when it comes to politics without seeming too condescending. And if all of this isn't attractive, I don't know what is. But what is even more attractive is the fact that he is, well, a dork. He has an extraordinary way with words but still bungles on national television. He is completely oblivious to women hitting on him. And who doesn't love how his face lights up when he hits a key on his Olympia Report deLuxe Electric, the newest edition to his typewriter collection.

Also, viewers don't give Frank enough credit for the fact that he takes the time to end his relationship with Kathleen like a gentleman: by sitting down, explaining what’s happened, listening to her side, and ending up being friends. Where can I find a Frank Navasky?

Frank Navasky: typewriter hoarder, writer extraordinaire, overall great guy

So, thank you(r), Frank Navasky, through your albeit supporting character, you've not only fostered in me a feeling of distrust in technology, but also raised my already high expectations in men.