two days in the life

Sunday, mar. 18, 2007   |   0 comments

Things have been gloriously busy in both my life and head these past weeks. To give you an idea of just how much of a liar I’m not about this, here’s a little glimpse at my schedule from last weekend:

9am Saturday: Wake up, do some gentle puttering and coffeeing in my delicious cashmere robe.

Noon: Marilyn (in town all the way from Boston) and I hit the dog-friendly Redwood Park for a thigh-shaking nine-mile hike with Pigstar.

4pm to 5:15pm: Frantic showering and outfit-fussing.

6pm: Marilyn, Marco, and I join Liz, Ivan, Heidi, and Paul for a delicious dinner at COCO500, wherein much pink wine is consumed (by me), mini crowns are doffed, three different cameras are flashed, and the conversation lurches from Beaches to the Dutch East India Company with lusty (if ignorant) verve.

8pm: Heidi, Paul, Marilyn, Marco, and I pile into the brown, brown Marco-mobile, new home of the mysterious authentic ali-croc head, and putt on over to the Grey Area Gallery, where the opening friend Annie was so fired up about is being held, and where I ogle the find arts (Amy Ruppel’s beeswax/resin painting/collages are even more lux in person, hoo!), talk to one of the gallery owners about her most excellent Proenza Schouler for Target top, and (eek!) forget to tip the bartender (oh how I woke the next morning full of panicked regret over this!).

9pm: We all leap back into the car and head back to SOMA, to the Utah, where my friend-from-grad-school Buzz reads from his brand new book, Madonna of the Toast, and where I am so happy to run into friend Kirsten, it’s been too long! Bands play, multiple readers read, and finally…

Midnight: …Marilyn, Marco, and I head back to our place, where we tuck Marilyn into the couch and shuffle off to buffalo (bed).

9:30am Sunday: Already well coffeed and yogurt-fed, Marilyn packs up her rental car and heads off to the airport — bye, Marilyn, we’ll miss you! — and Marco, Sandra, Pigstar, and I roll off to Pacifica, where Marco surfs, Sandra and I fondle sea anemones, and Piggy runs and runs.

11:30am: Marco, Sandra, and I brunch it up on an insane three-way split of hash, olallieberry crepes, and a towering Rueben, jesus christ!

2:30pm: Drop off Sandra and head home.

3-4pm: Power nap.

4:30pm: Drive to San Jose.

5:30pm: SHARKS ON THE POWERPLAY!

7:30pm: Drive home.

8:30pm: (Without, of course, neglecting to stop at In-N-Out for a burger animal style, which I always mistakenly refer to as “Monster Style,” much to everyone’s mirth and confusion.)

9:30pm: Home again, home again, only barely conscious enough to brush our teeth and hobble to bed.

5am Monday: The alarm blares…

pop art

Friday, mar. 9, 2007   |   0 comments

Continuing on this informal theme of profiling of some of my favorite “grab in case of fire” things, I present to you a sampling of my dad’s art, which is sprinkled throughout our apartment.

I have a couple of his vintage light-refraction sculptures, which he made in the 60s and 70s and which I just adore (despite the fact that the years he spent working with all those toxic plastics did a number on his internal organs, and he’s got the fifty-stitch scars to prove it, oof):

Recently my dad’s been getting really into nature-ful painting. A few weeks ago, he invited Marco and me to pick out some of our favorites, and both Marco and I immediately fell for this flock of cranes (and one errant pelican):

The bird painting is on the big side, like 2’x3’, and we’re still experimenting with finding the right spot in the house for it. Currently it’s hanging in our room, which feels a little odd, but I think it’s going to take a few more weeks before it becomes clear if it’s a good odd, or a bad odd. (What’s the feng shui ruling on bird paintings in the bedroom?)

And then there’s this little (it’s much smaller, maybe 8“x11”) ode to the colors of Marin, which is now hanging pretty in our foyer:

I feel so lucky to have these things hanging out in my house! Not only are they lovely in and of themselves, but they’re also this constant gentle reminder and extension of someone I love. Ditto my collection of paintings and crafts and books and jewelry and CDs created by all my talented friends, which I’ve threaded throughout my nestibule. It all just makes me feel plumped and patted and loved and just, yeah…lucky.

refrigeratorrings!

Thursday, mar. 8, 2007   |   0 comments

Right now H&M is selling these awesomlarious magnetic earrings (sculls, rhinestones) special for boys who are not quite man enough to actually pierce their ears. Well it turns out these earrings not only stick to total pussies, but they work on refrigerators, too:

(Also: Fantastic itsy fridge-topper trees courtesy of Daiso, the greatest $1.50 store EVER, truly god’s gift to gift-shopping!)

big news in fashion

Wednesday, mar. 7, 2007   |   0 comments

I love, love this: Apparently a naked PETA protester jumped onto the runway at a recent Valentino show, and? “The fashion crowd, ever blase, simply noted, ‘Wow, no cellulite!’”

a bootyful day

Tuesday, mar. 6, 2007   |   0 comments

Wow so remember that Noise Pop reading I did last week? (Which, by the way, was so much fun and, perhaps not coincidentally, featured lots of alcohol-inspired beverages, woo boy.) So the event was sponsored by Dr. Martens, and as a very nice gesture to the performers, they offered each of us a free pair of shoes…just pointed us at the DM website and told us to pick whatever we fancied. Now I haven’t owned a pair of DMs since college, so I was expecting to find the same old yellow-stitched boy shoes of yor. But just look what I spied:

Not only are these Jenna boots comfy, and sexycontin-ly addictive, but they actually fit around my child-bearing ankles and cow-sized calves! I am very, very happy.

And they go so nicely with my woodgrain skirt (from sadly now-defunct Maude O.), not to mention my latest Operation Grow haircut (I trekked out to my hair-lady in Dog Patch on Friday, a visit I two-birded with a stop by Annie and Eric’s new, amazing, bright, and inspiring studio, so nice!)…

…and our bedroom’s snuff-film carpeting…

…and, wayyyy back in the corner there, my great cavemannish HUGA magazine rack, which I bought long ago at the Giant Robot in LA and which also makes me very, very happy. Life is good!