This song has been stuck in my head ALL DAY.  My boyfriend said that it was written before people started to write good music.  I’m starting to doubt the last four and a half years…


Pink Martini is one of the best bands in the entire world…

They play…well…they sound like…um…you know when you’re in Brazil? Yea…that. 🙂  Truthfully they sound nothing like most music that can be found in the U.S.  The band, which is basically a mini orchestra with a glamorous lead singer, was created in Portland, Oregon.  If you’ve ever been to Portland, Oregon, you should know what that means.  They are hip, intelligent, and don’t look like Miley Cyrus.  Some songs, like Bolera, are completely instrumental:

Where as others, like Hey Eugene, include the voice of China Forbes:

China sings in English, French, Spanish, Italian, Turkish, etc., and to the slightly untrained ear, she sounds like she’s fluent in all of them.  You would think, if you are under the age of 40, that a band that plays world music mostly circa 1930-1965 would not be all that fun or exciting.  Couldn’t be further from the truth!  Seeing Pink Martini live is like being in a taverna in Rome with Fellini as your personal translator.  Everytime I have seen them I’ve walked to my car dancing (ask parents and boyfriend for verification).  Pink Martini, unlike SO MUCH of the “music” out today, is an experience.  This morning I was in a yoga class and the second track was Bolera.  Being in downward dog hearing Bolera really opens up the heart and livens you up to the point where you feel like you could burst out into spontaneous flow (DO IT!!).  On a day like today that is sunny and gorgeous, I highly recommend sitting outside and blasting your ITunes with a little Lilly:

If you know me, you know that Paris is my thing.  It’s my soul sister, my destination du jour every jour, and I think that it is the most beautiful city in the world.  A couple weeks ago, before this blog thing started, I saw Woody Allen’s new movie, “Midnight in Paris.”  It’s amazing.  I know a review is supposed to be more deep and complex and wordy than that, but why use 50 words than 2 (with a contraction) will do?  Ok…here are a few more words to entice you to see this amazing movie.

The first thing that hits you is the opening scene.  Before a syllable of dialogue is uttered, Woody Allen gives you a strikingly beautiful shot by shot of Paris.  Paris in the day. At night. In the sun. In the middle of a heavy rainstorm.  And the thing is, no matter the light, Paris is always beautiful.  In an earlier post I promised to be honest with you, my worldly readers.  So let me let you know that I have been to Paris three times and have a fourth trip planned for later this week.  I’m going with my boyfriend who has never been, so I can’t wait to see…everything!  And eat the best falafels this side of Israel in the Marais (Jewish area)…

me and my dad and our delicious falafels in paris

That being said, I can also assure you that even if you have never been to Paris, this opening scene will do something to you.  It will unlock an appreciation of beauty that you may not have realized could be so grand and perplexing.  You will wonder what is beyond that narrow curve in the road, and what does Notre Dame look like at night when the pickpockets and tourists have gone home and only stary eyed couples bask in its beauty.

After this opening scene, the movie itself is wonderful.  Note to future viewer of said film: Just accept it.  Accept the time travel and the unanswered questions re: time travel.  Once you do, you will have a a great hour and a half living in the surreal and enjoying Owen Wilson and his version of the nebbish Allen character.  If the movie hadn’t already had me by the end, the fact that the last scene takes place next to the water, near the beloved Paris book stalls would have won me over.  Go see Midnight in Paris and then GO to Paris.

But not when I’m there…I hate tourists. 😉

Have you ever seen the show Little Britain?  Did you love it?  No on both accounts?  Well then GET OFF MY PLANE! (sorry…I am not Harrison Ford. I am not Harrison Ford.)  Well if you’ve never heard of Little Britain you need to watch it IMMEDITATELY, and after that you have to watch the new show from these guys, “Come Fly With Me”:

To be honest and transparent, I am only one episode into this series so far, but I have this gut feeling that the rest of it will be amazing.  It’s a spoof of the BBC show Airline, which follows a bunch of staffers and passengers for…I want to say British Airways, out of Hethrow Airport.  Pure comic gold.  In my eyes it totally gets the Brits off the hook for that damn little wizard (and the metric system).



I’ve been spending a lot of time talking about my opinions without really talking about me.  A big part of my life is yoga and I try to maintain a regular practice.  Even when I can’t physically practice I do try to meditate, which is kind of the hardest thing anyone can do.  Seriously.  YOU try shutting your mind off and focusing only on your breath, not the 80 things you have/want to do later.  It’s challenging but the feeling afterwards, even after a crazed meditation or a challenging practice, can be amazing and completely change the direction you thought your day was going to head.

Here are a few links to yoga studios in my area that I love.  If you live in the area or are ever visiting, I STRONGLY recommend stopping by.  Even if you’re a first timer, there are often beginner classes.

Yoga Above (Nassau Street, Princeton):

My first yoga studio!  The owner’s name is Michael and he is a wonderful teacher.  My advice is to pay attention to their coding of experience…they mean it!  The Hot Yoga and Power Yoga classes are the more intense ones (admittedly–never been to hot yoga…high level of intimidation).  Vinyasa and regular Yoga are a bit calmer and have a nice flow.

Princeton Center for Yoga & Health (Route 518, Montgomery):

A wonderful mix of classes for all levels and an emphasis in many classes on breath and meditation.  They also have loads of events and workshops that they list on the website.  Restorative yoga=better than a glass of grey goose.

In-Balance Center for Living (South Branch Road, Hillsborough):

Yoga. Pilates. Massage.  They have it all!  Wednesday Intermediate Vinyasa and Saturday Community Yoga with Elise are such great classes.  Usually when I leave these classes I’m anywhere from mildly to intensly sweaty, but in a good way.

I hope you guys find this stuff helpful/interesting.  Teachers at all of these studios have helped me to stop worrying about the future and lamenting over the past.  Physically, I also feel awesome.  *This* close to doing a split without needing the assistance of burly men to help me up!