10.03.09
The obligatory disclaimer post.
There’s been an increase in traffic of late, so I just wanted to have the obligatory talk about the purpose of this blog.
This is my personal blog, where I review books, talk politics, and also dish what I watch on TV. Nothing I say here represents the views of my place of employment and my comments should not be attributed to SOW. It’s just Mala being Mala. Obviously I can’t stop people from quoting me left and right, and I am the same exact person who works there and then comes home to blog here, but bad necklace is hosted at WordPress for a reason: to be my own forum.
Thanks for reading!
08.17.09
Ch-ch-ch-changes
I was doing some blog maintenance this morning, making some posts through July of this year public, and it occurred to me that you can really chart how my opinion about something goes through an evolution…primarily because of the ongoing nature of soaps. A story that starts out with an inkling of promise –like Y&R’s Adam and Rafe, for instance– can quickly go off the rails. I started out kind of excited about A/R, or at least kind of intrigued. Oh, how the worm does turn.
Back in May, I got all squicked out because B&B seemed to be going the sexual harassment route with Jackie and Owen, but now they’re one of my favorite couples on that show! I also found my vitriolic rant about ATWT’s Ameera from April of ‘08. I’m kind of sad that I haven’t been able to rant on that theme again, since daytime hasn’t tried to broach a different religion again.
I don’t think I’m a flip-flopper, or someone who doesn’t stick to her guns. I have a very basic sense of what flies with me and what doesn’t. But I’m always willing to learn, to change, and to adjust my expectations based on new developments.
12.06.07
Currying favor…or at least blog hits.
Posting in a weblog that nobody reads may seem like an exercise in futility, but I hope that one day, someone actually does find these ramblings 1)mildly entertaining and 2)useful.
In food news, I tried takout pad thai from the new Thai place at 339 Lexington Ave (@ 39th), Red Curry, and was sorely disappointed. There was NO SALT. How do you make food without salt? In India, that’s practically a cardinal sin. The pad thai was bland, hard to choke down, until I finally grabbed my shaker and went to town. When the fried tofu appetizer is more tasty than the main dish, you know there’s a problem! I didn’t really like the pad thai at Jaiya either, and I wonder if I’ve been spoiled by the version I always ordered back home at Phan Shin? I think I’m biased.
I broke down and got a facebook page; now I have a “social networking site” matched set. I still don’t feel particularly socially networked, though.
It’s funny, but when I was visiting my parents in Ohio last month, a friend of the family, Rajib Uncle*, actually suggested I start up a blog about living here. Now that I’ve done it, I haven’t actually told him or anyone else from the desi community. Oops. Sort of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it? “I’m going to start writing about life in the Big Apple…and tell no one I’m doing so.”
*He’s like the “cool uncle,” and half the time I forget to tack on the respectful title. Mom does not approve. Heh.
11.18.07
Welcome to the jewelry box.
Welcome to bad necklace: not quite pearls of wisdom, a blog for rambling natterings on writing, the Big Apple, growing up desi in the American Midwest, and whatever the heck else occurs to me.
The name “bad necklace,” comes from one of many crazy nights with my friends Ty and Tiffany. I made the mistake of kvetching about how Spanish-speaking people always think my parents had a twisted sense of humor. “Yes, yes, I know what my name means and no, no they did NOT name me ‘bad’ on purpose.” They named me the Bengali word for “necklace.” Ty, who keeps insisting I’m from Idaho or Nebraska despite my Ohioan pride, dubbed me “bad necklace,” that night and has called me that ever since.
Now I’ve finally bitten the bullet and joined the individual blog revolution. Mind you, this does not mean I am some neophyte, wandering around the Internet and encountering cries of “LOL! N00b!” I’ve done the LiveJournal thing, done the MySpace thing, and feel that, now, as I teeter on the edge of turning 30 and also celebrate my third year living in the wilds of New York City, it’s time to try something new. If this fails miserably, expect this thing to disappear with little to no fanfare. “Nothing to see here, move it along.”
As I said above, I’m almost 30. The big 2-9…. the age many women choose to stay forever. Personally, I’m ready to get the Hell into the next decade. Besides, I’ve been told I have great genes (as if people can tell by looking at you?), and I look at least five years younger than I am. Good thing, since I ACT about ten years younger than I am.
I’m a writer and editor with a tragically limited vocabulary. I guess it’s my equivalent of not bringing my work home with me. Except that, if you ask my co-workers, I don’t really bringing it to work with me either. I write and speak in slang and punctuate with four letter words. Despite an English lit. degree under my belt, I almost never read classic literature or postmodern literature or literature of any kind. Every time I try to read a “smart” book, it hurts my head. I get bored. I need something shiny to entertain me. So, it’s all about romance novels and young adult books and the sporadic comic book. (I wasn’t so sporadic in high school and college and the two boxes in my parents’ basement can bear witness.) I love shoot ‘em up movies and sci-fi, and yet won’t say no to a Lifetime movie if it’s really, really, spectacularly cheesy. (Tiffani Amber Thiessen in Buried Secrets, I’m just sayin’.)
I have no real method to the madness of this blog. I have no idea what’s in store for me or for you, the potential reader.
I have severe doubts as to anyone reading this without me rounding up all my friends (all five of you) and saying, “Hey, lookie here!” but, hey, you never know until you try.
Though, given how I stumbled upon the name for this place, maybe it’s “you never know until you’re Ty.”
