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I read in the New York Times that Hugh Laurie is coming out with a blues album. My fascination with Mr. Laurie is very odd because I don’t watch House. Instead, I’m captivated by his interviews, hosting gigs at (insert awards show here), and his old sketch show, A Bit of Fry and Laurie. He is so bombastic and his eccentric mannerisms draw me in every single time. I decided to Spotify the blues album to see if it leaked there (unfortunately, it hasn’t yet) but I came upon his audio recording of Three Men in a Boat.

I’ve got to say- it’s ridiculously entertaining. If you’re interested and have nothing better to do on your Sunday afternoon, I shared my Spotify playlist of the recordings if you’d like to listen to it!

Hugh Laurie reads Three Men in a Boat (click here to play)

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Book It

Oh Book It. This was my OBSESSION when I was in elementary school. You see, my family owns an Italian restaurant and as a result- we never went to other pizzerias or (da da dunnn) Pizza Hut. I always felt like the odd kid out because all of my classmates kept talking about how Pizza Hut was the place to be and I got so angry at my parents for not taking me there…even though, looking back, they had the good sense not to.

When I found out that if you read six books, your teacher will give you a free certificate to get a personal pan pizza at Pizza Hut, I thought I won the lottery. “Six books?” I thought. “Hah, I can finish six books in a week.” And I did. Hey- if you think the number of blogs I read is excessive, you should have seen me when I was 8. I had a personal library that could rival Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast. I remember being SO EXCITED because, finally, I had an excuse to go to Pizza Hut!

My mother reluctantly took me to Pizza Hut after dance class. It took forever to get the pizza (probably because they were defrosting it) but I didn’t care. This was Pizza Hut. Once I received the scalding hot box, I couldn’t wait to eat it. I took a piece out and I bit into it…

and I was severely disappointed. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted in my life. The sauce tasted like metal and the cheese was tasteless. My response was “wow, they don’t make it like Daddy does!”

It was at that moment that I realized local restaurants will always pound the chain restaurants into brutal submission. So thank you Book It, not only did you encourage me to read to get free pizza (and probably caused the majority of my generation to become obese), you also made me proud to own my pizzeria.


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I get it from my father.

My friends love to tease me over the fact that I read really fucking depressing books. Not the “oh woe is me” chick novels but I like to read the really heavy historical shit like The Gulag Archipelago. I get it from my father. I can’t remember a day in my childhood where he wasn’t talking about history or showing me his history books. When I was 9, he gave me Where the Buck Stops, a collection of President Harry Truman’s letters, to read. I guess it’s no surprise I have a political science degree and a philosophy degree under my belt. Thanks Dad!

(yep, that would be me and my pops at my college graduation.)

Today wasn’t any different. For the past two years, I’ve been meaning to read Maus and I’ve just never got around to it. It’s a biography about the author’s father and how he survived the Holocaust. What distinguishes Maus from the other Holocaust biopics is the fact that Maus is a graphic novel in which the Jews are depicted as mice and the Nazis are depicted as cats. Initially, I was in the bookstore to purchase V for Vendetta but I figured that it could wait for now. I need to get around to reading Maus. So far it has exceeded my expectations. There’s nothing more that I love in life than a reading a page turner.

This evening my best friend Mary and I had a phone date. We haven’t seen each other since Memorial Day but with her, time means nothing. We’ve been best friends since the 9th grade and have been inseparable ever since. Distance, schmistance, you should have seen us go when she was in Haiti last summer and I was in Albany! Oh the wonders of Skype.

I was talking to her as she was driving back home to Rocha-cha-cha-ester in the snow. I figured that since I couldn’t take a picture with her, then I might as well take a picture of me talking on the phone with her ;D

30 for 30 (holy schnikes! only 4 more days left!)

  • White cardigan- PacSun
  • Scarf- Maxwell’s
  • Dress- Forever 21
  • Belt- Forever 21
  • Sweater Tights- American Eagle
  • Shoes that you can’t see because they were all wet from sloshing around in puddles today- White Mountain


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“Time Enough At Last” Scared the Living Daylights Out of Me When I was Little.

I love to read. 

But I guess that’s an understatement. I’m one of those people who can’t function without reading the newspaper every day. One of the most devastating things that happened to me in college was when they took the College Newspaper Program out of the residence halls and into the dining halls only. I had a dining plan that only allowed me to visit the dining halls once in a while and my roommate Carolyn had an unlimited dining hall pass. She always made sure to give me my New York Times, USA Today, and The Daily Star…exactly in that order. At my father’s restaurant, if no one has purchased the paper yet, I will personally march down to the IGA and buy the Times Herald Record and the Sullivan County Democrat.

It sounds neurotic as hell but I just love knowing what’s going in the world. It didn’t stop at newspapers. You should have seen me when I was little. Do you remember those days in elementary school when the teachers handed out the Scholastic book order forms? That was almost as good as Christmas to me. Whenever there was a family vacation, I never bothered to pack my clothes, I went straight for the books. I found a little plastic crate and I would stuff as many books as I could fit in it.

It’s no secret why I ended up graduating with two degrees in political science and philosophy.

Anyway- one of the traditions in the Aiello-Kavarnos clan is that every New Year’s Eve, we watch The Twilight Zone marathon on SciFi…errr Syfy. <—-that is the stupidest name change in the history of cable TV.

When I was little, I resisted participating in the tradition. I hated watching anything black and white and I begged my mom to change the channel. She wouldn’t budge- we would watch the Twilight Zone marathon until…

1. We passed out in front of the TV

or

2. January 2nd rolled around. 

I didn’t start paying attention to The Twilight Zone until New Year’s Day 1995. I was in the second grade and I just received my first pair of glasses. I was one of those kids who thought that wearing glasses was AWESOME and I was so excited because they were pink! Since I hated watching The Twilight Zone marathon, I would just sit in the family room and read a book while my mom watched it.

Then- the episode that would scare me to death came on. Time Enough At Last. The episode is highly regarded amongst television critics as one of the best Twilight Zone episodes. It stars Burgess Meredith as Henry Bemis- a man who is obsessed with reading. It starts to interfere with his job performance and his relationship with his wife. All of a sudden, there’s an H-bomb explosion and Henry is the only survivor. He almost commits suicide but then discovers that he can find refuge at the Public Library and read to his heart’s content! He starts organizing the books in the order in which he’ll read them for the next couple of months and then the unthinkable happens. He trips and his glasses shatter. He is blind without them and now he is out of a reason to live.

That was my worst nightmare. I never wanted that to happen to me. Overnight- I had a new appreciation for The Twilight Zone.