picking cichorium

first things first – i have discovered Kawakubo for myself today. hotttt. 

Rei Kawakubo of Commes des Garçons. Autumn/Winter 2009/10. Paris

secondly, in case you are not in the mood for some more Barbie stuff, here it comes. 

Spotted: Barbie keeps celebrating her 50th bday in West Village.

the fluffy stuff in the lower right corner is Barbie’s new amazing outfit. it’s almost Kawakubo.

i can't quite tell whether Barbie's taste gets better and better every year, or stays the awesome same

Another piece from Fall/Winter 2009 by Kawakubo

 more of this Japanese designer’s stuff on NY Mag.

P.S. if i ever have a female child, and if she is allowed to play with stickdolls, I will give them to her naked. no corrupting child’s taste with ugliness.

Barbie strikes again. I was riding in the subway and saw some girl next to me reading an antropology research paper on Barbie  and society. I wonder what kind of a scientist wrote that piece and when – among other things, it claimed that pregger Barbie does not exist, but should. 

Excuse me, but what is this then?

pregnant teenager Barbie

I also feel obliged to explain to you how Barbie has children.

Sometimes she uses an adhesive belly with a ready-made baby (comes fully clothed)

At other times the baby is naked and serves as a replacement for all of her intestents

In the meanwhile, The Economist writes away about Barbie - there is a reason why I like this magazine. And yes, I do hope Mattel makes a Barbie banker.

Some time late at night last night I have come across Why Hotels Resist Having Defibrillators in WSJ. Ha! It never occured to me that if i go into cardiac arrest in a fancy hotel of the Unites States of America, the hotel staff will just stand around, “is she dead yet?” lawfully waiting for the paramedics to arrive. 

Is it me, or the hotels’ concerns are ridiculous?

“Our goal is to make sure guests in medical distress are treated by trained personnel, such as EMTs or paramedics”

Hmmm… Swimming pools across the country manage to go by for years now with a whole bunch of trained 18 year olds performing CPR, but the hotels can’t train their personnel? Ridiculous! It must be a money issue, since it costs whole $105 to train one person and $45 to maintain that training with American Red Cross, which I hear is at the top plank of this business, both in training and pricing. 

Hotels worry that if they have the devices, which cost about $1,200 to $2,000 each, they could be sued for failing to have enough units, failing to put them in the right places, or failing to replace batteries or maintain them properly.

18 year old lifeguards at the pools must have at least twice the IQ and common sense of the hotel managers since they can  place units in the right places and replace batteries. Again, I suspect a money issue here, since placing 1 AED on each floor might make the multimillion Marriott go bankrupt. <tear>

I am very upset that the hotels did not whine about the difficulty of using an AED.

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CPR/AED class. Section on AED. Reenactment.

Instructor: this is an AED. You turn it on, and listen to the instructions that the machines gives you. Now practice.
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I love this country.

Some under-developed in the mind person has tagged me to do this. 

*Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures
*Pick the 4th picture in that folder
*Explain the picture
*List 5 of your addictions
*Tag 4 people to do the same. 

So I went to the fourth folder and picked the fourth picture. It’s a sleeping Sikh man at Boryspil Airport in Ukraine. Unless you have been to Ukraine, you cannot fathom what a weird sight this is.

Sikh man sleeping through the horrors of Boryspil airport in Kiev, Ukraine

Five obsessions: forth comes the bitter truth – I am not a woman of fine tastes. 

1. Idiotic things that people do/say

 I am a hater of stupid people, and yet I love the display of human stupidity, including my own.  I am an active reader of the Darwin Awards and I love Paris Hilton. Maybe she will make an appearance there one day.  

2. Madness, mischief, misconduct.

Shortly, all sorts of demented behavior are attractive to me.  I also love display of madness in art, lit, music or wherever else. I gloat over things like Lolita, Doors of Perception, Der Tod in Venedig, etc etc. 

I mean, what could be more brilliant than rolling models in a speacially designed blue paint and then smearing them over large pieces of canvas? I love you, Yves Klein.

3. Barbie, Barbie looking women

Unfortunately, the only real Barbie I have ever owned was a Mattel one, given to me by my friends when I lived in Germany 2 years ago. My friends are no different from me. See point one and two for clarifications. 

Furthermore, a dedicated feminist, I have spent hours with my guy friends checking out unbelievable Barbie-looking Slavic women who you can get online and have them shipped to your doorstep within days. If you are about to accuse me of being a chauvinistic male, take that back right now!  First of all, I read Esther Boserup, have you? Secondly, see point one and two. 

P.S. it’s Mattel’s 50 year bday on March 6th. And no, I am not checking out Barbies online all day long. I just read the Economist. 

4. Kerala food: I think that is the real reason why I am so diligintly working on moving to India. This post is a vivid example of this diligence. 

That’s fish moilee. If you want a receip, give me a shout. 

5. My blackberry.

This blog is a living proof of it. 

I tag…

uhm… i have no friends. i need to dwell on this one.