The GQ+A: Julie Delpy
Catherine Deneuve aside, you can pretty much thank Julie Delpy for keeping the American obsession with French women alive and kicking. There’s a reason we liked the 1995 Linklater-directed indie rom com Before Sunrise so much—Delpy’s Celine is hot, sophisticated, and witty, not one of those Katherine Heigl-type heroines who mistake tripping down some stairs for “being cute.” This month, Before Midnight, the insanely anticipated—it’s been nine freakin’ years!—third installment of the series drops in on Jesse (Ethan Hawke) and Celine, now in their early 40s with kids, and working through some Who’s Afraid of Virgina Woolf-level marital strife while summering in Greece. If that sounds like a turnoff, let us remind you there’s still plenty of bantering and philosophizing on postcard-worthy European side streets, and Delpy is charming as ever. That latter part is evidenced quite convincingly here.
Yesterday was an ordeal. I cried myself dry last night because of a dog.
Been four days since I posted what I thought to be a cute photo of my dog being her usual lazy self, she could barely lift her head. I thought she was just tired from a walk or too full from a meal, being the self-indulgent Beagle that she is.
What we thought to be just a bout of laziness happened to be an onset of something serious. The following day our dog refused to eat anything. She had diarrhea and constantly vomited. We took her to the vet yesterday. She tested positive for parvo virus. Do not read further if you don’t like dogs or think that giving that much love to a dog is ridiculous.
An emotional wreck, I was. The vet said 5 out of 10 dogs are able to pull through. I don’t like uncertainties. Never have. That grey area, that 50% chance of my dog not surviving stabs me in the chest.
Yesterday was an ordeal. The vet said the most they can do is give supportive treatment- they can keep the dog from further dehydration and secondary infections but to give a cure like what Paracetamol is to a fever, a specific medicine, they won’t be able to give. A pet owner can only hope for the best that his/her pet’s immune system is strong enough to fight the lethal virus.
Our vet recommended an animal hospital where our Beagle can be confined. It was a fully functioning hospital with consultation rooms, a fully-equipped laboratory, and an isolation room. It was at the isolation room where we left Daphne, our 2-year old Beagle. What I felt when I left her there I couldn’t even write about.
We ordered this one medicine from a local supplier. They have it shipped from the states and have limited stocks I had to bargain and negotiate like crazy for them to have it delivered to the hospital on-day. The crazy things one can do for a person, I wouldn’t mind doing for a dog. This medicine suggested by the vet is not generally accepted in their field yet. It is more of an alternative medicine, the drug being herbal. The success stories are high though, she said.
We are trying to keep our hopes high. All these for our little, though slightly-overweight hound.
Fab After Forty: The Simple, Scientific (& Also Kind of Scary) Reason Behind Social Media Addiction -
Last week at the IMMAP Summit, Maria Ressa spoke about the effects of social media on the brain, and OMG! I finally understood why I can’t seem to stay the heck away from Facebook and Twitter!
She’s quite the brilliant little firecracker, that Maria.
Anyway I was really relieved to…
Fab After Forty: 'LOL' Has Made Liars of Us All -
It occurred to me yesterday as I was typing yet another another “LOL” on Twitter - while not actually laughing at all, much less out loud - that LOL is probably the most rampant lie on the Internet.
Because really… just think about it. Whenever you type “LOL” you’re actually claiming to do…
Meet the “Rich Kids of Instagram”. It’s ridiculous yet entertaining. Superfluous yet interesting. They don’t do beer pongs, they have “champagne pongs”.
Not sure if everything’s real but I’ve spent a good 30 minutes browsing so…. http://richkidsofinstagram.tumblr.com/
Today is one of my dear friends’ birthday. I’ve graduated from blogging and this account is mostly for re-blogs and photos of pop culture and what-not but today, this post is dedicated to a friend I’ve known for God knows how long. For me the best kind of friendship is the one built in your childhood when you are stripped naked of all pretensions. Bound together by your innocence and idealism, there are no hidden agendas, just pure friendship.
Sharing the speech I made on her wedding day. :)
(Source: drugpower, via latenightfashion)