aruan: (Sherlock - all these things I've done)
Today, my editor asked if I'd be interested in writing episode recaps of the upcoming season of Sherlock because "you know more about it than most." Stand down everyone, the award for Understatement of the Year has been claimed. I enthusiastically accepted, but then had to explain that the last two series had months-long delays between the British and American airdates, and we debated whether people in the States would wait or try to get their hands on it illegally (really though, we were debating whether publishing it right away or waiting would get more pageviews).

I'm tempted to say that fans of the show, and therefore the people likely to read episode analyses, would watch it as soon as possible (god knows I'll spend that night obsessively hitting the refresh button on Pirate Bay) if for no other reason than it would be next to impossible to remain unspoiled about how Sherlock faked his death if you're on any kind of social media website or read any pop culture blogs. Of course, the wider Internet isn't your commuter paper, where you wouldn't be on your guard for spoilers if you didn't known the episode had aired. Ugh. I don't know what the right call is here.

In other TV news, Jon Stewart returned to The Daily Show from Jordan a bit culture shocked and high strung, and man do I have buckets of sympathy. Every year we came back home for a two-week break from the Middle East we felt the same way: really grateful for Target and Mexican food; a bit disconcerted by how little clothing people wear in public after wall-to-wall dishdashas and abayas; and wanting to bathe in Americana (which in Florida meant a trip to the theme parks and World of Beer).

These feels don't happen on arrival - they take a few months of frustration at not being able to buy what you want at grocery stores, trying to deal with labyrinthine bureaucracy designed to waste your money and time, and adjusting to an entirely different pace of life and social discourse. We were chatting in Ikea maybe a couple months after arriving in 2008 when a man walked up to us. "Are you guys Americans?" he asked in a slightly desperate tone. We nodded, a little freaked out, and he burst into a huge smile and shook all our hands in both of his, saying that it's so rare to hear American accents and how happy he was to meet all of us. It struck us as strange at the time, but yeah, we got there eventually too.

Finally, fannish marketers are so much more savvy than the people actually paid to promote a show: [personal profile] cesperanza may well have talked me into Luther with the line, "It's as if Batman fell in love with the Joker." Um, YES PLEASE.
aruan: (Sherlock - all these things I've done)
I have a VividCon recap in me. At the very least, I have half a Moleskine notebook's worth of amazing panels that tried very hard to shellack a veneer of technical competence onto my raw enthusiasm. But writing it all down would feel like letting it go, sort of? At least that's how getting words out of my head and onto a page works for me. But it will happen! Just as soon as I'm not constantly refreshing Twitter for Sherlock filming photos, half-storyboarding a vid idea before being seized by another one, and trying very hard to hold back the tide of SGA feels from out of nowhere. It's been a busy couple weeks.

One of the few perks of journalism is the occasional free samples distributed around the office. This week, I discovered Salt of the Earth chocolate chip cookies, which besides featuring sea salt use chocolate sheets instead of chips, creating a more predictable taste experience. Recommend!

Speaking of work-related perks, I got to do a cool thing last Friday! Macklemore and Ryan Lewis, unjustly headlined by Robin Thicke (who is a 20-year veteran of lounge singing who suddenly has a massive pop hit on his hands - and nothing else to play for the rest of a 45-minute show) played a small concert in Manhattan before the VMAs. In no small part because of [personal profile] bradcpu's Thrift Shop vid and several fun remakes of Blurred Lines mean that I jumped at the chance to go. Macklemore is, for lack of a better word, adorable (as much as a rapper can be) and literally stepped onto the hands of the crowd during Can't Hold Us (it's all in my official review.)

Yes, I watched the *NSYNC reunion at the VMAs, and just want to say that if you're receiving a lifetime achievement award, and acknowledge that half the accolades of your career were a group effort, then your group should get half the spotlight during your acceptance performance. Otherwise, looking good, boys.

But the REAL news this week was finally finding competent Chinese food - and it's literally around the corner. Pic Up Stix was recently upgraded from a restaurant grade of C to A, and we decided to reward good behavior by getting lunch. Not at all bad, with the impressive feat of a sweet&sour sauce that was neither noxiously sweet nor electric orange.

And then we spoiled our meal with a string of terrible James Spader '80s movies (don't watch Tuff Turf, it's not worth it even for barely legal RDJ.) Though it's a blessing for all other men in the '80s that Spader didn't cultivate his charm until sometime after he chopped off his foofy blond hair, otherwise none of them would've gotten laid the whole decade.
aruan: (Default)
VividCon hangover continues to linger. I can't listen to a song or think about any media I've ever loved without vidding it in my head. And you guys, wow, some ideas are way, WAY better than others.

So things surely happened in the world today, but all I know is that it's a damn good thing the photos from Sherlock filming at the 221B facade in London didn't start rolling in until late in the afternoon because I lost my shit all over the apartment at this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this(!) and ESPECIALLY THESE. It sucks that the fans sometimes disturb filming and that Cinderbalmain has progressed to the level of fame that requires a bodyguard, but I just cannot be anything but grateful for these photos.

Despite living in New York, I am not now, nor will I ever be a foodie. I like good food, but I don't think throwing together unexpected ingredients, making a dish out of moss or the unappetizing voodoo that is molecular gastronomy accomplishes the goal of feeding me something delicious that leaves me satisfied. While these are valid (and represented) complaints, Eater's anonymous restaurant rants have been both educational and cathartic about what else is wrong with the restaurant scene (wine in a tumbler? And yes, keeping restaurants accountable for cost is proper and necessary journalism.)

I'd like to end on a musical interlude, and its accompanied dancing, that has brought me a lot of joy this summer. John Oliver's stint as host of The Daily Show is over, and he definitely grew on me once he stopped fanboying the celebrities and started spouting well-honed rants (because there's nothing so sexy as watching a British man lose his cool, FACT). The Mr. and I got to be in the audience for the royal baby episode, which was AMAZING (largely because we got to sass Jason Jones about drinking on the job, and I got to give props to Jessica Williams before she taped her segment.) But right from the start, he won my heart just a little with his Carlos Danger dance.

And now we're off to see The World's End, in which hopefully Martin Freeman gets to say more than "Noooo." Not that that wasn't fun.
aruan: (30 Rock - bored now)
Would Iron Man and Batman count as superheroes? (Thanks, [personal profile] par_avion, it's your fault that I've been thinking about this all day.)

Oh god you guys, I need to be eased back into the real world after five days of conventioneering, because my boss came in today and this was our word-for-word greeting:

Boss: "Hey, welcome back! We missed you!"
Me: "I didn't miss anyone here."

In non-feral English that was actually, "This weekend was so intense and immersive that there was no awareness of the world outside SpringHill Suites, so I couldn't miss what didn't exist." AND THEN:

Boss: "Do you think you'll write about [VividCon]?"
Me: "I don't think norms would understand it."

FFS YOU DON'T SAY 'NORM' TO A NORM. In my defense, I was caffeine-deficient and spent 15 hours in a car yesterday on top of five days of being able to say exactly what I was thinking as soon as I thought it. But seriously, it felt as heinously embarrassing as my nightmare of walking around high school without pants.

Fortunately, my boss is both sympathetic to post-vacation funk and generally cool, so she waylaid the conversation into theorizing about whether one of her ovaries was possibly "exploding" and suggested we become the kind of co-workers "who say inappropriate things to one another at 9 a.m." My husband has been displaced as the person I love the most today.

Some links:

  • It's only a matter of time before Google can answer personal questions.
  • "The royal couple playing at 'normal' parenthood is no more authentic than Marie Antoinette dressed as a shepherdess."
  • Another reason not to ride a bike in New York: Cops will crash you to write a ticket.
  • aruan: (Default)
    We're all sad, really, about something today. The weekend is over, the days are getting shorter again, New York doesn't have anything resembling Chicago's deep-dish pizza, and we have to leave the warm bosom of VividCon and return to our real lives soon. Con-goers are pawning off their half-full bottles of airplane-illegal booze, throwing room parties to clear out leftover food and doing last-minute pimping.

    It's been an incredible weekend. I came to the con to learn visual storytelling because my only real experience with that was two undergraduate film analysis classes. I'm leaving VividCon better educated thanks to late-night classics viewing sessions with [personal profile] geekturnedvamp; a more confident technical vidder because of [personal profile] sweetestdrain and [personal profile] heresluck's panels; a more emotionally intelligent vidder thanks to [personal profile] absolutedestiny; and a happier one for every single vidder I approached this weekend who listened with patience, hugs and good humor while I rambled, largely drunkenly, about their work.

    One thing though: There wasn't a single Sherlock-only vid in the con this year. Maybe next year, I will fix that.
    aruan: (GG - glamorous life)
    I have gushing and even coherent things to say about many VividCon-related things, like [personal profile] sisabet's lighthearted stress panel, and all the many things [personal profile] absolutedestiny taught us about song choice and how not to waste our time and motivation on a project that's doomed from the start. There was the catharsis of Failed Experiments in Video Editing and a clever analysis of Tumblr as a source of new art techniques and inspiration for vidders through GIFsets. Yesterday, I wouldn't have blinked at its demise, but for the first time since joining it seems to serve a purpose beyond an easy, mindless way to kill a few hours.

    But all of that will come later, because it's after 1 a.m. and I just spent three hours dancing my ass off (this despite having had a real dinner so it took three drinks to properly loosen up) at Club Vivid, which was truly a thing of excellence top to bottom. Highlights were the opening vid, Raise Your Glass (Community), a triumphant salute to the human spirit; the entire roomful of people screaming and jumping along during Smells Like Westeros Spirit (Game of Thrones); having to choke back tears for the SECOND TIME TODAY over Doctor Who (FFS I'm not even in that fandom) over Scream; and Leia not taking any guff in Don't Call Me Baby (Star Wars). Somewhere in there, between the adrenaline of dancing and the liquor, I got to thank [personal profile] svmadelyn for her and [personal profile] seperis almost causing me to fail my college freshman year finals by discovering Smallville three weeks prior.

    The only question is why we don't throw another party just like it tomorrow night.
    aruan: (SGA - still the sun shines down below)
    We spent the calm before the [community profile] vividcon storm trying to cushion our fall from the inevitable dopamine/caffeine/cheap carb crash of the next three days. First up were back-to-back shopping trips to two supermarkets (oh, Trader Joe's, you always make me think of [profile] giddyupnow.) Having lived in dense urban centers for six years, I've forgotten the unfathomable luxury of a grocery store with near infinite choices where EVERYTHING is in stock, with aisles three carts wide and a car to haul it all home. Also, where else are you going to run into [personal profile] laurashapiro, [personal profile] shrift and [personal profile] nestra in the produce section? My joy really can't be overstated.

    There was also some room-shifting, a margarita with a wine chaser, meeting so SO so many people (all of them unfailingly enthusiastic and friendly), dinner at a delicious little Italian place (butternut squash ravioli in marscapone sauce, where have you been all my life) newbie orientation (there are only four of us, which was surprising) and a couple of late-night hours spent trading vid recs and stories with [personal profile] geekturnedvamp (we agreed that Rolling in the Deep is not an experience for the emotionally fragile.) She's the perfect roommate, since I've lost quite a few civilized habits having lived with a boy for seven years, and she already carries on conversations after sitting down on the toilet.

    Peeked at the premieres list, and the prospect of a [personal profile] rhoboat vid of Assassin's Creed already has me swooning. Honorable mention will likely go to Iron Man set to The Heavy's "How You Like Me Now," because the vid to that song would be the perfect length for the second movie.
    aruan: (Iron Man - hello Tony)
    Actually, it all came together while I was pleasantly drunk at Fan Thursday earlier this month. I asked [personal profile] par_avion if she was going and oh-so-casually invited myself along on her road trip. We just finished the 15-hour journey from NYC to Chicago with [personal profile] geekturnedvamp, talking VividCon history, the Doctor's sexuality, whether the con is for vidders or watchers, the pitfalls of musical theater songs and approximately a million other things, while managing to break free of a possible recursive timeloop between two eerily identical rest stops in Indiana. I can only vouch for the coffee at one of them though.

    I was awake for about 28 hours yesterday/today (up all night packing, still managed to forget my Kindle and toothbrush - expect nothing less). So I should be asleep, instead of clutching a mug of Earl Grey to ward off assorted anxieties about what's to come. The vid-loving part of me is dying to be sitting in a panel already to sponge up alllll the technical knowledge. The socially anxious part, meanwhile, is terrified because talking to strangers is one thing, but talking to famous strangers whose work gives you as many feels as the source material? I know a few of the attendees face to face, but have never been to a small fan-run convention. But I hear that sometimes, people go places to meet new people instead of bringing people they already know there? Let's hope that's not just a rumor.

    Mostly though, I'm so psyched. Goal for the weekend: become more technically proficient at the nuts and bolts of what makes a good vid. Optional: get a vidder's assessment of a super sekrit Sherlock project I've been fiddling with for more than a year(!) so [personal profile] khaleesian will stop casting disappointed looks my way. That show made me revisit my vidding career, cut short eight years ago, when I crashed and burned with Windows Movie Maker (three seconds of footage in three hours was not the ROI I'd expected.) But Adobe Premiere has made things infinitely more pleasant, and it looks more or less how I'd imagined, and despite having watched it a hundred times still makes me smile, so that's gotta count for something?

    In conclusion: wildly last-minute road trip! Premieres! How to establish a vid's point of view! Club Vivid! THE AUCTION!
    aruan: (30 Rock - bored now)
    My brush with The Rachel, the self-fulfilling cycle of anxiety about my hair, and why Cumberskittles is responsible for this latest crisis. )

    My new haircut is still drying, but all signs point to it being just as great as the first one. Everything is OK - for another six weeks.
    aruan: (30 Rock - bored now)
    I finally string enough thoughts together for a new entry, and of course it's more than 1,000 words of personal meta.

    He was interested, and had money, but it was in his car. Would I mind watching his kids for a moment? With that, he pushed his infant daughter into my arms and walked out to get it. )
    aruan: (30 Rock - bored now)
    To consolidate my fannish presence, to the extent that one can when one has been putting it off for the better part of a decade and every username has been claimed, I've renamed all of my accounts with a variable number of Ns at the end. At heart they're all permutations of Aru, because after being praised, screamed at, begged and wheedled by that name for years by my fellow Misanthropes it has become as much my own as the one my mother gave me. That and my LJ (formerly [profile] gjstruthseeker) was created in 2001, so the handle was not only dated but I got tired of spending a tongue-tying 10 seconds trying to say it when introducing myself to new people. All of my new contact info is in my profile, in case you want to follow me on Twitter for all the cat photos I gamely stop myself from posting here.

    As a treat for wading through this memo, please to enjoy an outtake from our walk in snowy Central Park this morning: Romeo and Juliet as a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale, courtesy of Nemo. )
    aruan: (Iron Man - hello Tony)
    Sneaking this in just under the wire before reveals are posted (for the first year ever I've watched them ALL! Unemployment has its perks?) because I love the anonymous comment period, when everyone's vids get watched without any brand names attached. [ETA: Reveals are live, names added!]

    Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes - Your Disco Needs You | [personal profile] thingswithwings
    Proof that I don't eat a steady diet of angst. Awesome and fun!

    Batman: Under the Red Hood - This Night | [profile] dragonchic
    As if this franchise needed more tragedy. AND YET.

    Brideshead Revisited - Mowgli's Road | [personal profile] obsessive24
    Beautiful, indolent, conflicted, just like its source.

    Cabin in the Woods - Feel Good Inc. | [personal profile] jetpack_monkey
    Got horror? Make a comedy!

    Carrie (1976) - Love on Top | [personal profile] sweetestdrain
    What we've got here, I think, is a Very Special Episode of what happens when you bully. Personally, it's the best PSA I've ever seen.

    Channing Tatum - Wild One | [personal profile] sisabet
    You can't fault his lust for life. Or his ass-shaking. Man has skillz.

    The City of Lost Children - Miette Pour La Vie | [personal profile] franzeska
    A surreal romp through the imagination, set to accordion music.

    Colombiana - Not Afraid | [personal profile] cupidsbow
    I love me some stylized violence.

    Dead Poets Society - Measuring Cups | [personal profile] isagel
    Gorgeous, funny and so very, very sad.

    Good Will Hunting - Diamonds | [personal profile] rhoboat
    Lovely character study.

    The Hollow Crown - Somewhere a Clock Is Ticking | [personal profile] obsessive24
    I'm always in awe when a vidder makes her audience understand what's happening without any prior knowledge of the source. But more than that, there is some seriously deft storytelling going on here, even if it begins and ends with Tom Hiddleston dead on a slab of marble.

    Hook - Tonight, Tonight | [personal profile] bradcpu
    Loved the vidder switching between characters for each of the "believe in me as I believe in you" choruses.

    A League of Their Own - Va Va Voom and Revolution | [personal profile] rhoboat and [personal profile] trelkez
    Grrl power!

    Mad Men - Smoke and Mirrors | [personal profile] obsessive24
    A show I've somehow managed to not see a single episode of, but I want to now to properly appreciate this vid. Woah.

    Maru - Living in a Box | Little Heaven
    One cat's love affair with folded cardboard.

    Mayhem (Allstate) - Mayhem Is Coming | sabaceanbabe
    An amazing montage of hands-down my favorite insurance ad campaign.

    Persuasion - Sway | [personal profile] trelkez
    Goddamn it, Jane Austen. I'll just be in the corner with a box of tissues and hugging all my feels tight so they don't burst through my chest.

    Robin Hood: Men in Tights - Amusements in Tights | Heather
    I thought I couldn't love this movie any more, and then this video came along and I very nearly gave myself a hernia from laughing so hard. It's PERF.

    Sense&Sensibility - Rondo | [personal profile] heresluck
    Period drama set to Mozart = unexpectedly fun!

    Shaun of the Dead - Under Pressure | [personal profile] meddow
    He was having a bad week even before the zombies arrived.

    Teen Wolf - OMG | [personal profile] trelkez
    Two words: goober montage.

    Wolverine and the X-Men - Wars | [profile] dragonchic
    Geez, when did cartoons get this bleak?
    aruan: (Iron Man - hello Tony)
    You know what's a great way to lose three months of your life? Move. Four times. Once intercontinentally, once cross-country, once from the fifth floor during a hurricane-induced blackout, into an apartment with zero furniture, and nothing of your own that didn't fit into four suitcases. It's been a bit of a rough start in New York.

    As such, I've been neglecting LJ and Tumblr and everything, really, because my brain simply can't handle any more newness, which means I've been doing the mental equivalent of eating comfort food: rereading Stargate Atlantis fics. To give you some idea of my mindset, Supernatural has been my happy place. (It's less dysfunctional if you know that [personal profile] khaleesian got me into it after we traded Groundhog Day episodes of that show and SG-1, so it's all wrapped up in the warm fuzzies of Monday TV date nostalgia.)

    Speaking of her! I was obviously holding her back because since she's been left to her own devices in the Arabian sandbox, she's produced The Song Unsung, an astonishing feat of worldbuilding that enchants from the first scene. Her Thor is refreshingly mature and empathetic while still retaining his bravado; her Loki confounds you right up until the end. It's a mystery AU featuring so much sexual tension that it will have you tearing your own hair (if you like that sort of thing, AND I DO), dragons, sassy women, and riddles in an offworld tavern. (But the best part? There is a sequel in progress and I am reading it right now!) Go forth and talk funny for the next day after you finish it like I did.
    aruan: (Star Trek - we've got a badass over here)
    The prole finally got to see what set the world on fire last week, and sadly it was not The Hobbit, which aside from Martin Freeman's Bilbo and Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield fell way short of The Lord of the Rings' high bar. Which is as patently unfair a comparison as it was inevitable, and Warner Brothers have no one to blame but themselves for forcing what was intended to be a two-part movie to stretch into a third. )

    tl;dr I defer to the NYTimes: "Tolkien’s inventive, episodic tale of a modest homebody on a dangerous journey has been turned into an overscale and plodding spectacle."

    So let's focus on the good! Those of us who grudgingly shelled out $44 for IMAX tickets and dragged along a husband who gets headaches from 3D got to see the first nine minutes of Star Trek: Into Darkness, which was categorically AMAZEBALLS.

    Detailed summary including confirmed spoilers beloooooow! )
    aruan: (GG - glamorous life)
    Anyone know a Doctor Who vidder looking for a way to kill the weekend?

    Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's Shuffle Your Feet just cries out to be made into a Who vid. Nothing like a Southern song for the cowboy life of a Time Lord, with the added drama of switching up the perspectives on "who knows if I'll see you again". Three verses for the three new Doctors! I mean, really, this stuff practically vids itself.
    aruan: (Star Trek - a word please Spock)
    Fell off the one-a-day photo wagon because B. decided he's going to steer me right out of the endless to-do list-induced paralysis by opening the throttle on getting moving-related stuff done from the minute we get up until we collapse back into bed. But today was Guilt-Free Monday with [personal profile] khaleesian, and I traded picking up a prescription and buying shipping containers at Ikea for cupcakes and Supernatural. Also, she helped do my dishes, because she's the best kind of weird.

    Speaking of weird, Groupon Middle East is truly strange. They offer the usual restaurant deals and discount vacation packages, but the other day I could buy an honorary doctorate degree ("in virtually any area of study or discipline"). Today, it's "glamorous bra straps" (strings of rhinestones, fake turquoise stones and other sharp objects obviously dreamt up by someone who's never needed any actual support from her lingerie). Yeah.

    Day 6: My favorite building in the Emirates. )
    aruan: (SGA - still the sun shines down below)
    Had a little extra time at work last night and caught up on as much Tumblr as anyone can (do any of you keep totally up to date on your friendslists? Because I follow 67(!?) blogs and am never better than half caught up.) But I had to stop when I got to Monday because the hugely talented reapersun spawned Red Pants Monday, devoted to art of John's red Y-fronts, and this past couple weeks have been particularly racy. (And an angsty bonus with accompanying new Mumford&Sons single that only made the post-Reichenbach feels worse.)

    In returning to the US news, it's going to be monstrously expensive to export our cats from the UAE. The American veterinary clinic quoted us almost $3,000 - we'll see if the Brits can do better. But for serious, their rabies shots are current, we already bought travel crates; all they need is some paperwork, a health certificate and a ticket for a cargo ride (airlines don't allow any animals except falcons in the cabin in the Middle East). Yeesh.

    Since the worst of summer's blazing heat and stifling humidity seem to have broken, our coworkers have begun fattening up the office for the coming winter, I guess, because today's food treats were doughnuts from not one but TWO establishments: Krispy Kreme, and only marginally healthier baked doughnuts from a new shop. I had a hole from the former and half of a sugary doughnut from other and pretended that didn't add up to enough calories to make a difference in the universe. Shhhh.

    Two videos making me smile: Gangnam Style, a kicky bit of K-pop that is surprisingly subversive, and [personal profile] absolutedestiny's Ballroom Blitz songvid to the original Ghostbusters movie. The bridge you guys, Ray's little face.

    Day 5: View from the hallway in front of our room at Le MĂ©ridien. )
    aruan: (XMFC - I'd know you anywhere)
    Over a nearly six-hour lunch-turned-dinner with [personal profile] khaleesian today, we talked too loudly about fandom, she fretted over my lack of sweaters for New York, we toasted to mutual regrets of omission rather than commission, and managed not to cry on each other while saying I love you, man. Sniff.

    Then she showed me the episode of Supernatural where Sam and Dean are the stars of a novel series and promptly discover they-know-we're-brothers-right? fandom, and I had to hide behind my fingers for a while. Why anyone thinks it's a good idea to enlighten the actors and production team of a show about what we do in their sandbox will never make sense to me.

    Day 3: Marina Mall (February 2008) )
    aruan: (Sherlock - 221B)
    There are nice bits: discovering things you don't remember owning, the satisfaction of filling garbage bags with stuff to donate, the even deeper satisfaction of shredding papers. But there are things I don't quite know what to do with, like our kitchen utensils, and getting boxes won't be as simple as going down to our local liquor store (pro tip: liquor bottle boxes are small and study, making them excellent for hauling books.)

    It's also more than a little bit tedious, and we may have come here with four suitcases and two carry-ons but that's certainly not how we're leaving. So, it's been half and half between doing legit moving preparation and laying on the sofa with a cat sleeping on me, rereading the sensation of falling as you just hit sleep, the post-Reichenbach story of my HEART.

    And now, your daily dose of the 'Dhab.

    Day 2: Our office for the first month (January 2008). )
    aruan: (Captain America - into danger)
    It may not look it, but I'm trying to find my way back to fandom, which has become a lot of work these days. I've been noodling around with Adobe Premiere, wading into Tumblr and generally being the same emotionally unstable wreck as the rest of Sherlock fandom. As for my own thoughts, I'm drowning in half-written entries and a lot of other half-formed musings that haven't made it onto paper.

    But! I come with glad tidings - my stint in the Arabian sandbox is coming to a spectacular end, with the husband officially an employee of the mayor of New York (it's so much less glamorous than it sounds, but all true!) as of yesterday. This development is both a dream come true and the making of a truly epic existential crisis for me, but more on that later. Because in the interest of getting back into the habit of writing something other than SEO-friendly news copy, I'm starting a 30-day countdown (we had to give one month's notice) with a daily photo of our lives since arriving in Abu Dhabi almost five years ago. So you can all experience what you haven't been missing out on. Yay?

    Day 1: Abu Dhabi International Airport's international terminal, January 2008. )

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