Hippos, Mummies and Marx at the British Museum

In my favorite pair of heeled black leather riding boots, gray pencil skirt and tailored three-quarter length wool coat, I was well dressed for my hot date... With the ever so dashing and dapper, Mr. British Museum. Tall and elegant, I found British to be very passionate for history and engaging in his fascination for culture. With such a delightful profile and charmingly English attitude, I knew that it would be a fantastic date. Below are some of the saucy details from our five-hour long engagement.

British was a fine gentleman, taking my coat at the door and inviting me in. He seems quite popular, as there were many people there vying for his attention. Somehow though, he managed to be a very considerate host and attended to all his guests (without me feeling abandoned). Anyway, in our hours of engrossed conversations, this is what I learnt.

British has a love for ancient Egypt, and seems fascinated with their deities and cultural practices. We talked about their burial practices, their infatuation with cats (me acting like a cat) and how awesome this statue would look in my bathroom. You know, if I had one.


British seems to like the dark, olive-skinned and exotic women... Lucky for me, I'm my mother's daughter. But I did like how these girls rocked their hairstyles and their makeup, although it would be a little too much for me.


I told British my story about BoBo the Russian cow, and how he's been spending days with my sister Danielle... British escorted me to this fine Bovine and suggested that they could be friends.


I once gave a pair of earrings almost exactly like these to my sister, Danielle (hopefully she still likes them). These ones are made of amethyst, and worth a lot more and sadly, are not for sale.

British was delighted to hear that I knew of the Mildenhall Treasure. This amazing dish is one of my favorites from the collection. Quite honestly though, I only knew about the famous set because of Roland Dahl, one of my favorite writers that wrote a book about how the treasure made its way to the museum... It's called The Mildenhall Treasure, you should check it out. (Think poor farmer on a tractor digging through the ground and hitting something).

British and I agreed that this was one of our favorite pieces, I loved how the light hit the strong, angular curves, and how the fabric is draped around his arm. And people carved this out of stone? Are you serious? British loves to laugh at my silly remarks, and escorts me to the next exhibition.

This was a profile cast in bronze, but I loved the patina and how it gave the statue richness in color. The blank stare and sunken eyes seemed to ask a million questions... and yet, I was content just to stand, being myself.


British loves this statue, and was very soft spoken when mentioning her. Apparently, she's a Caryatid or Maiden from the Erecthion in the Acropolis in Greece. British mentioned that the Greeks have stepped up their campaign to return the Caryatid home, but so far, British just can't bear to let her go.

British seemed smitten over this cat, and proceeded to gush on and on about it...

"The domesticated cat is probably associated more with ancient Egypt than any other culture in the world. This cat is a particularly fine example of the many statues of cats from ancient Egypt. It has gold rings, a silvered collar round its neck and a silver protective wedjat eye amulet."

Wow, British, you seem to know a lot about your collection.

"The cat is mostly identified with the goddess Bastet, whose cult centre was at Bubastis in the Nile Delta. Bubastis became particularly important when its rulers became the kings of Egypt, forming the Twenty-second Dynasty, sometimes known as the 'Libyan Dynasty'. The rise of the importance of Bastet and the cat can probably be dated to this period."


British seemed to know a lot about the collections under his roof, but there was one piece that I've loved ever since I was a little girl. It's a hippo, coral blue in color with black markings. When I told British I wanted to see it, he laughed, and warned me that my Hippo was a lot smaller than I was expecting. My Hippo was TINY but it made him all the more cuter - I loved it.


My cute Hippo from Egypt.

As our date was coming to an end, I saw a little doorway in the great room, and asked what that was. British smiled at me, took me by the hand and brought me into the Reading room, reciting the words of Louise Guiney along the way...

In the Reading-Room of the British Museum

Praised be the moon of books! that doth above
A world of men, the fallen Past behold,
And fill the spaces else so void and cold
To make a very heaven again thereof;
As when the sun is set behind a grove,
And faintly unto nether ether rolled,
All night his whiter image and his mould
Grows beautiful with looking on her love.

Thou therefore, moon of so divine a ray,
Lend to our steps both fortitude and light!
Feebly along a venerable way
They climb the infinite, or perish quite;
Nothing are days and deeds to such as they,
While in this liberal house thy face is bright.

Louise Imogen Guiney


Video: British Museum Reading Room
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I loved the Reading Room, and indeed it was my favorite spot. I loved the musty smell of books, the way the light filtered in from the oculus, the pale blue walls, the hardened leather desks... I didn't know until later that video wasn't allowed in the library, but that was after I had already taken the video below. So enjoy, it was my moment of (unintentional) rebellion.


Around seven-thirty the halls were empty, the lights were dimming and our date was coming to an end. I thanked British for his hospitality, kind words and the personal guided tour and hoped that we would see each other again. British smiled while fetching me my coat and invited me to
come visit again anytime.

What a perfect date, and what a gentleman.




Regent's Park


There's a really beautiful park by my house, a HUGE one with water fowl and bridges and rose bushes and wrought iron gates... (Check out the Green Screen - which highlights the movie scenes that have been filmed at the park).

It's so quaint and so beautiful, I had grandiose ideas about actually getting back in shape and going for a run. Bad idea. I died miserably after a 1/4 mile. My knees gave out, my head was spinning, a monstrous headache ensued, I couldn't breathe... I'm blaming it on the cold weather. So it's back to just walks for me, at least for awhile.

Anyway, here's a little video I took for y'all to watch.


Gong Xi Fa Chai

Oink! Oink! Welcome to the golden Year of the Pig! Bright red Chinese lanterns adorn the streets, swaying in the last afternoon sun, while visitors munch on pork fried rice, steamy buns and mandarin oranges. This year, I'm in London for Chinese New Year, which apparently hosts the largest festival outside of China (200'000+ people are expected to attend.)

Here are a couple of interesting tidbits that I noticed about the celebrations:

1. The parade was short and lacking (are we racist? thinking there would be more, um, Chinese people in the parade?) Most of participants were young, English school kids - but by the amount of people watching, you would think it was Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I think the English would have had a heart attack in NYC.

2. Like any other city, it took an hour to get through the opening comments on the main stage. Skip the first hour and a half, and you'll save yourself from standing around listening to politicians congratulating each other.

3. Lots of food, lots of people, lots of cameras... Alex and I got stuck in a crowd for 20 minutes, unable to move forward, back, or side to side (literally). Check out the videos below, I took one while we were stranded. (For those of you reading this through my mailing list, please go to my blog and watch them there.)

Anyway, here are some photos for your amusement. And don't forget to check out the videos! They are the best part of this post!


Lion dancers were all over the place, even baby lions with kids under the tail!


Some of the only ethnically Chinese dancers - they looked really cute.

They looked so cute in their red uniforms!


Cool looking Gods coming to bless the parade.



Picture from Chinatown - the crowds must be crazy.

Chinatown
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Stranded In Chinatown
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Alex, tired of walking around... Hungry, hungry hippo!



Investment Banker

After our Valentines day plans fell through (and Alex stayed at the office and I spent Valentines day with the girls from Sex and the City).... He sent me this cartoon, which really, expresses the nature of his job.

I'm so glad to be unemployed.

Yay me!

Obama for America


For those of you who don't already know, I was giddy with excitement to hear Barack Obama's announcement for his candidacy for the Presidency of The United States of America last Saturday. I've posted his speech, for those of you who didn't catch it.

Obama 2008!

Fun sightings in London

One of the things I love most about travelling is the strange, weirdly wonderful and bizarre things you see... These little gems are hiding everywhere, and if you open your eyes, you'll often find things that make you cock your head to the side, and say, what the Pho?


Boots, which is the English equivalent to Walgreens or Bartells, has a lovely section for those cyborgs amongst us...

I don't think this one needs any further comment.


Instructions on the back of my pasta... I had to ask a local what the hell a hob was. (Stove or range, which had me thinking... Range is a pretty weird word as well).

Awwww. This one made me miss home, and our good old fashion apples. I thought the advertisement was very smart as well - twist of humor always does well.

I asked Alex to get me some garlic to add some umph to dinner... And this is what was available. Garlic, in a tube. That's like peanut butter in a tube, weird but strangely, so easy to use.


This was supposed to be scrambled eggs, but what I got was Orange eggs with a weird texture... Like there was diced up something in the scrambled eggs. Ewwwwwwww. This makes me miss my fave breakfast place in Seattle that burned to the ground one Saturday morning...

Anyway, that's all from London for now. Stay tune for more cheap thrills and lame ponderings.

Bernard Chandran and Jimmy Choo at London's Fashion Week

Although I'm not much of a fashionista, I was very excited about being invited to a Bernard Chandran show by Zaharah Wan (a Malaysian journalist) during London's Fashion Week... (Click here for a great article written by a student at a fashion school Bernard visited, and here to check out Aunty Z's blog.)

Bernard's collection is ripe with olives, wine reds and deep sumptuous chocolates. I found his creations to be tailored and sexy; note the clean lines with flirty feminine accents. (I especially loved the red suit with the empire waist and kimono-style sash). Most designers go for the shock factor (IE. things so ugly, you want to rip the models off the catwalk,) but Bernard was able to shock and awe us with clothing that was beautiful, wearable and well thought out. I especially loved the central themes throughout the clothes (New York Wall Street meets Emily Brontë romance novel) - down to the models with similar hairstyles.

I loved the way this dress moved, long pleated layers!


How beautiful is that? Classic tailored cut, but with a twist.


Beautiful coats in muted colors, Jackie O would have worn this!

I loved the neutral colors with the champagne accents.

Bernard at the end of his show

Bernard opened his first London Boutique in 2004, and since then it seems that business is booming (thanks to a boost from London-based Malaysian-born shoe mogul, Jimmy Choo). Bernard's inroads into Europe has been fast and furious, but from the looks of the collection I saw today, that's no surprise.

Me and the Shoe Mogul