Location location location

Hi there.

I open lots of emails that way. Hi there. You are there, I am here. Hi over there.

Today's photo is the lovely Mirah. As lovely as she is, though, this photo is really about me (as they all are) and where I'll be tomorrow. Mirah is sitting on my little window seat - a chaise longue where I've got my knitting and can reach my laptop, and have a little table for a nice cup of tea.

Thanks for your call last night. Don't worry too much about me, and don't wonder what must be going on to fuel my gloomy mood. There isn't anything new or surprising, it's just grief, long-delayed, for a chunk of time spent loving someone who maybe wasn't the most rewarding person to love. It will pass, but it has to be slogged through. So I'm slogging.

I can't see the second photo in your post!

I wish you had hamsters in Vermont instead of beavers. I want a hamster. What would my hamster's name be, do you think? Maybe Sparky.

Have a great weekend! XOXO H over here

Things You Can Tell Just By Looking at Me

So tired!

The place with the beds was pretty fantastic, so I am a bit worn out today. I will be napping on the way to VT.

There was a fortune teller there and, of course, I had a tarot card reading. Apparently I am a hard worker and a strong woman in the home. D'oh.

I didn't know about the Poem in Your Pocket thing, til I saw your post. Poor ignorant me, I have no poem!

This is a boring, slow day and - to make it worse - I have to edit through 100+ amateurish, awful photographs.

However, this weekend is a big kayaking festival and maybe I will make it back into a boat! Or at least have some of our paddling friends over for barbeque.

Or maybe I will sleep all weekend. In the new bed that Euge built us.

I will have to post pictures of it because it is V. cool . and made of whole trees that were felled by our nasty little beavers. The beavers are a blessing and a curse. They maintain the dam that makes our pond... but they eat all our trees! We have tree carcasses lying everywhere!

Maybe Eugene will make us more furniture.

My kind of thing

Tomorrow is Poem in Your Pocket Day in NYC! You need to do this Allisod! Find a good short one.

Scratch that

No time to get sashimi for lunch. Instead I heated up a frozen pad thai, but it tasted gross so I threw it out and had a java chip frappuchino instead. I didn't even have time to go to the good coffee place. Just Starbucks for me.

My vision is blurry because one of my contacts is having issues.

I can't seem to find anyone good to go to Rat City Rollergirls with me.

I am trying to memorize the poem "Forgetfulness" by Billy Collins.

Ten Things Back at YOU!

1) I am going this place tonight for a design show. It has beds everywhere, which is a theme I am not certain I am ready to embrace, but I'll try. If you were here, I would make you gear up in some of those cute shoes I know you have at home, and go with me.

2) I've been listening to travel essays by Susan Orlean on our way back from VT, but the disks are corrupted midway through - which is very aggravating! I would listen to NPR the whole way, but they have some awful folk music show that comes on at 8pm.

3) One of my co-workers is in my boss's office, giving her resignation RIGHT THIS MINUTE!

4) I went to the gym this morning, even though I was so tired that I almost fell asleep on the bus. Because I've 'outgrown' my favorite jeans.

5) I sent Dad a woodstrip canoe model for his birthday. I'm not sure he'll actually make it.

6) Nothing is cuter than a cute little girl in a stripey shirt with green hands. GREEN HANDS!

7) I think sometimes being really sad can ultimately be as good for a person as being really happy. On the other hand, the sister in me wishes I could hop on a plane and wallow with you.

8) I wish I had a cute barista to make me yummy coffee! Oh right, Euge makes the coffee in our house.

9) I told the bus driver this morning that I thought he was a stealthy bus driver. He was slowly creeping up the block to pick us up outside the gym, like he was sneaking up on us. He seemed to like that. But he wasn't cute. He was fat with a hairy moustache.

10) I love you more than sashimi.

10 Random Things

Ella is counting the random things for us. She is Kristin's adorable daughter. I just love her and her green hands.

• 1. I've been listening to "The Things They Carried" by Tim OBrien while I drive to work. Amazing book. It's a series of linked stories about a group of soldiers in VietNam. It starts with a lot of the stories being told through a list of the things they carried. I'm not big on war stories, but this is good.

2. My CEO came in to my office today and asked me about two ideas he had. His parting words as he left my office were - "So I asked you two questions, and your answers were "no, and no". Fortunately, he was laughing as he said this.

3. http://www.flickr.com/photos/romanlily/sets/81690/ Here's a link to some gorgeous photos and poems put together by someone on flickr. I love these random things I find on blogs.

4. I was supposed to get together with two girlfriends tonight but we all flaked, so I get to go home to my messy apartment and watch TV and knit and cry.

5. I'm feeling very sad these days.

6. I'm admitting that I'm feeling sad because most of the time I am too stubborn to admit that I am, to stubborn to let myself be sad. But it's time for sadness. To let the black dog of grief that Denise Levertov wrote about come in from the cold and be my protector for a while.

7. Sashimi for lunch today.

8. This morning I got out of bed determined to completely enjoy my coffee beverage this morning. I told the cute barista (so cute, must be over 6 feet, and young with sandy blond hair and a big wide smile that he gives me every morning without fail) how much I was looking forward to my coffee, and he was happy and filled it up as full as a latte cup can possibly be, so that the pretty patterned milk made a little dome on top.

9. "This latte is plush!" I said.

10. I do not have a good outfit on today. I felt plain, so I am wearing an old Gap black cotton ribbed zip-up cardigan, boring jeans, and black flats with a little buckle on them and worn toes that need a polish.

That's ten for you!

What You Need…

Baked eggs are yummy and easy with a ramekin, some creme fraiche and cheddar... but just as yummy are eggs made with these egg rings in a regular frying pan... with some cheese on top, on an english muffin...

However... my favorite cooking item is my le creuset dutch oven. I make stews, roasts and yorkshire puddings in it. It has the best heat conduction - so it doesn't matter if you are using gas or electric or even a campfire - everything cooks yummy. And you can put it directly in the fridge and then straight to the oven to heat up leftovers.

Of course, if it's fall in Colorado, I don't know if you'll want stews so much... and how close is the nearest grocery store?

I think it's great that you will have the time to go and really make a break from the humbrum world of corporate america. When you're done in Colorado, you could always cabin-sit in Vermont... Haha

A Haiku to Pam's Ranch

Be a place apart
A haven for strays; human, dog
A horizon now

ps. Dutch oven... I like a dutch oven... Bwahahahahahaha

Where I'm Going

This is where I'm going. I can't wait. Today, I can taste it. I've been thinking about cooking for myself while I am there, how I should pick some recipes to perfect. Like Baked Eggs. Those won't be too hard for me to master, right?

I did miss you! I did!

Dear Heater,

I have not been feeling well all week and, as you well know, I have been having some annoying work complications... on top of that I am trying to get a freelance project and a Statement of Qualifications for our Dad out.

I love the blog... I love blogging... but I am a little whipped right now.

I miss you very much. All of the time. I wish we could go out to dinner tonight at the Fork Restaurant, which took over that cool space across from the Harvard Exit Theater (I saw it on Opening Soon - on the Fine Living Network). We could invite Dakota too, and just the sight of you and her (and her happy baby bump) would make me happy.

Unfortunately, I will be working tonight on a newsletter for American Express - woohoo! Gotta pay the mortgage, right? But I will try to summon some more bloggy-ness.

In the meantime, a bird for you!

love,
Allisod

Good things come from blogs

Dear Allisod,

You missed me today. I know you did. So I will post AGAIN, even though it's your turn. I am sure you are busy with very important things.
Here you see one of the things I was seduced to buy over the internet. There's a blog I like called Bird In Hand, and Lisa, who writes the web site, makes all sorts of crafty things. Some illustration, some fabric things. Log cabin pillows like the ones you see here are a specialty. This one was custom made for me - I just asked for something with lavender, so that it would go well in my boudoir, and told her that I love birds and words and Paris. So you can see all of those things in the pillow, AND she put the words "Extra Fancy" in there too. And I am. Extra Fancy.

Have a good night!

XOXO
H

More wishing

Hi there,

It's a beautiful sunny day here, like the day we went kayaking around Orcas, but the feeling of the day for me isn't the same at all.

I'm glum today. It was a pretty nice weekend - Kirstin and I walked in Discovery Park with her dog and my baby Rhone for 2 hours on Saturday. Didn't really mean to walk that long, but we sorta got lost. Then on Sunday I drove to Bellingham to see Chris Gerston and his wee baby Avery. I gave her a sweater I made for her - pink with a nice star button on it. I wish I had taken a picture. But first I need to get a camera.

But I didn't really sleep last night, and that's terrible for the mood. I don't know why I didn't. I passed the middle of the night time by reading good Ron Carlson stories from his book "A Kind of Flying", and just sort-of felt sorry for myself. I was very slow getting ready for work this morning, and I lingered in the coffee shop, because you know, baristas are your friends. They care about you PERSONALLY, you know, just like bartenders, right? I lingered long enough to forget the scone I bought. I just left it sitting on the counter I guess. That was sad.

Back into the Breach

I'll get to the meme.. I will, I swear - though I know you'll be shocked and horrified by the things I have read, would read... and don't care to read.

Tonight I am going back to the NY Cares Art Explorers program. Imagine a gymnasium full of 8-12 year old girls... with all the love/hate and chaos that infers... and you have a pretty good indication of what the evening will be like.

I wish I felt more enthusiastic, but today is one of those gray, rainy New York days, where every room feels like a cave and the skies outside are the color of putty. If I could, I would be home curled up in bed with some mindless drivel of a novel and a gallon of hot chocolate.

Any hoo, tonight we'll be making pinhole cameras and, since I've never made one despite four years of art school, it should at least be educational.

And maybe I can get Eugene to order sushi for dinner, since I doubt I will have the wherewithall to go grocery shopping after.

Sushi always makes me happy.

My first Meme!

Oh, poor greeesy girl. I'm so sorry you feel ick today. Just think of your life as rich and textured. A person can only drink so much green tea before they want a nice complicated latte drink - a single tall ristretto latte or caramel machiatto.

I have a meme for you today, our first, and such a blog tradition!

It's a book meme

Here's how it works. Bold the titles you've read, italicize the ones you want to read, cross out the ones you won't, underline the ones on your book shelf, and place parentheses around the ones you've never even heard of.

The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown <\strikeout>
_The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger_
_The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams_
_The Great Gatsby - Scott F. Fitzgerald_
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J. K. Rowling
The Life of Pi - Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story - George Orwell
The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J. K. Rowling
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut
The Secret History - Donna Tartt
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Atonement - Ian McEwan
The Shadow of The Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Dune - Frank Herbert<\strikeout>
Sula by Toni Morrison
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo
White Teeth by Zadie Smith
The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

What titles would you add to this list, because you love them or think they are worthy of note?

In my photo today, I am obviously thinking hard about book memes. Cool photo taken by Dakota and stolen from her blog!

Mmmm Greasy...

Today I am ick.

I am tired, irritable ick.

I am trapped in the ninth-level-of-design-hell of heinous Powerpoint Presentation preparation and PMS.

And our neighbor, who is a very cool designer person, who travels to cool international places for work and who always looks like she just got off of a (first class) flight from Bhutan is coming over for drinks. She is leaving her minimalist, nothing extranious, zen apartment to come over to our somewhat less than minimalist apartment for drinks.

I guess I'd better hurry home and pick my undies up off the floor, right?

Beautiful and useful

I'm still pretending that I just got back from Orcas (i.e. I have not unpacked my bag yet). I love this photo - it reminds me a little of how I remember our Grandparents place at Lake Tahoe - really tall trees that you see all that clear water through.

I bought myself a mug and some little pottery birds at this place - Orcas Island Pottery. The mug is now my favorite, of course. It's got a nice round body for me to cup my hands around, and is this glossy brown tortoise-shell-like color on the outside, with swirly colors on the inside.

In knitting news - tonight I am going to the yarn store so that they will help me seam up my Baby Surprise Jacket. Knit for Chris Gerston's new baby girl!

PS

When is our blog going to get gussied up? Since when are we navy blue kinds of girls?

Mouse of Pain

My fantasy? Funny you should ask...

In my fantasy, I would a Rat City Rollergirl. Roller Derby, crushing people, wearing fishnets and something glittery yet cruel-looking, with the kind of rollerskates that have 4 wheels, that's right, FOUR!

I might settle for just creating costumes for the Rat City Rollergirls.

photo by by Scott Engelhardt

Cooking and Stealing

This is where I like to sit and read and nap.

I like to wrap myself up in my cashmere blankie (thanks, sis!) and read through my cookbooks. It's my weekend ritual.

I love me some Nigella Lawson - always easy to follow, always delicious and not at all rigorous. Plus, whenever I cook one of her recipes I talk my way through it in a faux british accent. And I feel free to totally molest my ingredients. Good times!

I also like the Minimalist, from the New York Times. Simple, also easy to follow and not requiring of five billion esoteric ingredients I won't ever use again. (Take THAT Moosewood and Herbfarm cookbooks! Your recipes read like I should have a black hole for a pantry!)

However, I don't get to have the same pithy narrative that you get with Nigella.

Of course I have the classic American tome - The Joy of Cooking - which always comes in handy when I am making things up on my own and need generalized cooking times... or basic recipes (tuna fish casserole, anyone? The Minimalist doesn't go there.)

I've been loyal to these cookbook writers for years - for good reason - but lately I have been trying to expand my repertoire with The Silver Spoon from Italy and Gianna DeLaurentiis Everyday Italian - from the US, I think.

Everyday Italian is one of those vaguely pornographic cookbooks a'la Nigella's books so, naturally, I thought I would love it. I didn't – just the opposite.

I don't even want to crack it open.

First off, it tries too hard to cultivate that Nigella-ness, and fails. Second, the recipes are a little too 'everyday.' Eggplant parm? Chicken Francese? I live in New York, for the love of Pete! I can get that across the street at the pizza parlor and not have to do the dishes! There is also something in the way they are written that just totally puts me off.

It's the weirdest thing.

The Silver Spoon, on the other hand, is amazing! A million recipes! Not a terrific lot of illustrations, but the recipes are so well written, that I haven't needed them. Because of the SS I flambéd a sauce for the first time, and made an almost illegally delicious cheese fondue. Well, illegal for Eugene's cholesterol that is.

Because I love cooking so much, and watching people enjoy my cooking, I have fantasies about going back to school at the Culinary Institute, or opening a restaurant or - never mention this to Euge because the very idea fills him with dread - a bed and breakfast.

The B&B fantasy is probably due to growing up across the street from Roberta, and seeing what an amazing business she made out of it... I think of her, and her warm, sunny, delicious-smelling kitchen and that seems like the essence of home to me.

In any case, such fantasies are a pleasant way to spend a weekend afternoon, basking in the warmth of my own sunny, delicious-smelling home and surrounded by my favorite books.

Or when I'm trolling the internets looking at business's for sale. Hee!

What is your fantasy career/lifestyle?

Wendell Berry Wants My Time

Well, my dear, I don't think anyone is going to say that your current job is the highest possible expression of your being. So, eventually, you will leave and do something else, maybe stay home with sprouts for a while or maybe just get an opportunity that you don't want to pass up.

If you know your job is one of those jobs that sits right on the edge of being too comfortable to leave, and too uncomfortable to be happy with, then just make it your job to be prepared for something better. Keep your eyes open and think about what will make it easier to make a change when the time comes. Money stashed away? The hubby prepped so that he doesn't panic when you want to change everything about your life? I don't know what those things would be for you.

These days, I feel the same way you do about work. So, things will change, and I'm preparing for that with spreadsheets and calculations, since for me, it's the money thing that makes it scary.

I'm going to find a way to do more of what's above.

Live to Work, or Work to Live

I have a very nice life, I think. I am a lucky, lucky person. An apartment in the city, a house in the country, a healthy savings account, a husband I love, and the prospect of a family together.

What don't I have?

A job that I feel passionate about.

This is not to say I have a bad job. On the contrary, when I describe the circumstances of my job to most people they seem to think it sounds pretty good. It's relatively creative, the hours are relaxed, I have unlimited sick days, a good paycheck (by graphic design standards) and the respect of many of the people I work with.

However, I don't feel a burning passion for what I do, I see it more as a means to an end. And I guess that makes me a bit of a wage slave - which, at times, seems very disheartening and lame.

At times I feel this nagging sensation that I should be doing something more fabulous, more notorious, just MORE.

But then I leave the office at 5 o'clock on a sunny afternoon, knowing that noone expects me to stay later - as they would in a more demanding position. Or we go away to our house for a relaxing weekend, knowing that I'm not leaving anyone in the lurch by not working the weekend.

Or I think about how convenient the job will be, if or when I have little kidlets. And I quench that nagging feeling. Because I think I am working in order to enjoy my life, rather than living for my work.

Am I copping out, or am I making a concious choice?

Yesterday afternoon, lazing about the house, reading and cooking (whole roast chicken a'la Nigella Lawson - my idol) I felt such a sense of happiness and contentment, that I thought Nothing can be better than this feeling. It was a beautiful sunny day out, Euge was working building a piece of furniture for us and NPR was on the radio. It was just sublime. Nothing out of the ordinary, but wonderfully domestic and secure.

But here I am on Monday. Wage slaving. And now I think. Ugh. Here I am again. Worse, I have to do a powerpoint presentation - the lowest of the low in design work. Shouldn't I be art directing Harpers Bazaar, or the latest Calvin Klein ad campaign?

But if I was doing that, I couldn't be writing this, could I?

On the Road Again...

I barely survived last night. The matzoh balls were like the cremiest yummy polenta. The dinner was amazing. Of course, I didn't remember the four glasses of wine part of the meal - probably because the last time I was at Passover I couldn't legally drink.

Luckily, it took until 11 PM to get to the last glass, so nobody was overly tipsy for the subway ride home.

That's your baby? He looks like you did as a baby - hairy monkey! See above evidence.

We are heading to Vermont tonight. Hopefully there are no more holes in the roof.

We are trying to figure out a way protect some of our trees from the beavers that would like to chew on them. They can have the little trees, but I would like to keep some of the bigger, older trees.

Other than that, we'll probably clean the house - woo hoo - read - woo hoo - do laundry - woo hoo - play video games - woo hoo - and, perhaps, I will try to cook something new. Last week it was chicken roasted with potatoes, onions and garlic. The week before that it was pan-seared salmon (not wild, I know, but still yummy)

I know - THRILLING!

I gotta go have a quick glass of wine with my co-workers before the long trek north.

xoxo

Bagel Face

Did you survive?

Well? How was it? Are you still in a food coma from passover?

Today I am going to display more of my knitting wares. The famous rainbow blanky, as modeled by my baby, Rhone.

Yes, he is mine. He belongs to me. I just let his birth mom borrow him back sometimes.

Shalom!

What an honor! Sockmaker to Pam! I know how Pam loveth her feet too.. not just any socks get to grace those rare tootsies!

Tonight, Euge and I are going for passover at the Jasen's.

I'm really hungry, but I don't want to have a snack because I know how much food there is to come. So I'm holding out.

Euge, the lucky sod, has a bowling outing with his office this afternoon, so I imagine that he'll be a little loose when we meet to head out to their apartment in Brooklyn Heights. I tried to warn him to lay off the chicken wings at the outing. Woe be to him that doesn't show up at Passover dinner ready to eat!

I couldn't decide what to bring as a hostess gift - Mom said that flowers would be too much of a pain for Terri to deal with. So, I got wine - self-serving, I know.

I thought about getting a kosher wine, but really... I've never heard anything nice about any kosher wines. Plus, as Mom pointed out, the Jasen's are not - to paraphrase Terri - "Super Jews". So, I got a nice Chateau St. Michelle Gewurztraminer, in honor of Washington State, and a German Reisling, in honor of their Germanic heritage. I don't normally drink either, so here's hoping they are good!

All I know is that, after all the food, Eugene is probably going to have to roll me home.

Since I know there will be many people there, I dressed up – gray and silver Diane Von Furstenberg suit (she's jewish!), Prada boots, and the jewelry (gunmetal pearls) that Dakota gave me for her wedding. I think I clean up pretty good!

In other news, I bought a new pair of boots at DSW last night - before I went home to eat my burrito and watch 'Real Housewives of the OC' - after I watched ANTM... and Veronica Mars... and then my brain turned to avocado and dribbled out my ears.

In between DSW and home I stopped at Trader Joes - newly opened on 14th Street. May I just say, IT IS INSANE! All I wanted was sour cherry juice and pomegranite juice and I had to wait in a line that snaked throught the entire store. Unbelievably, this is an improvement over when you had to wait in a line just to get into the store!

My neighborhood has been invaded by Trader Joes and Whole Foods, and it seems that there are an unlimited number of people willing to queue up and wait like little lemmings for their goat cheese, snack foods and (in the case of Whole Foods) retardedly over-priced groceries.

Well, I rebel! I will not go to either! I will go to my Food Emporium and bask in the joy of it's desertedness since the arrival of the foodies' paradises.

Except for when I want my sour cherry and pomegranite juices. That is waaaaay too expensive at the Food Emporium.

My turn

Hmm... is this ex-bf nonsense really the stuff I want to blog about? I don't think so.

Better to have crafty stuff on here, like sock knitting.

Here. Here's a picture of a sock I'm knitting. You can see that I am measuring the sock on Pam's feet because I am now the writing group sock knitter. Everyone gets socks. All socks all the time!

And Oh Yes, you do look like a cartoon! But that's nothing new.

Just Checking...

Isn't that the same ex-BF who went away for weeks and weeks last year skiing?

And didn't he have knee surgery that prohibited his skiing this year?

I would say that if he didn't ski enough this year or last, it was his own dang fault.

But also, maybe he thinks that's why he's all sideways. I know that if Euge and I don't get out and do something physical we are... ummm... crabby, to put it lightly. A whole season of not being on the mountain and I am not sure our marriage could take it.

I'm just sayin'...

On that note.

Aren't we the cutest ski/snow boarding couple you ever saw?

Don't we look like cartoons?

This is from when we were in Utah. And, may I say, that for a dry mormon state - there sure is a lot of alcohol in Utah.

Feel free to pinch my cheeks,

Bagel Face

ps. I hope you have a great evening. I'll be home all by my lonely whilst my hubby is off having a 'business dinner' at a fancy steakhouse. I'll probably be eating a burrito and watching 'Real Housewives of the OC'.

Yes, that is what I am reduced to.

Oh wait!

Then he said "I hope you are having a nice day!". Yeah.

Okay okay dang!!!

Oh, hi. Sorry, I guess I forgot to come back to see if you answered.

Okay, here's the things about blogs. You need PHOTOS! Must add photos. So now, you can add to your goal "take pictures of things you can only take pictures of in New York". You know, like famous people and stuff. Or something.

I am having a grouchy day today. We aren't going to go into it. Oh wait, maybe it has something to do with getting this photo from ex-BF, who includes with the photo the comment that the mountain is so good for his heart, mind, and spirit, and he wishes he had gotten up there more over the last two years. Oh WAIT! Is that pretty much the whole length of our relationship? Oh, I think it is.

I'm going to go eat some tempura shrimp now. Fry shrimpies, fry!!

Where You at Dawg?

That's right, I called you dawg.

I can do that because you went to Garfield. So you are forever a Bulldog. Live with it. Whereas I, I am a Rough Rider. You can call me Teddy.

What can I tell you today?

I cooked lovely porkchops last night. Mmmmm. Grilled in my Le Creuset Grill pan. Who ever said wedding presents aren't useful? Shout out to Dakota and Clay - the gifters of the grill pan!

Ummm... What else?

I think Wentworth Miller has purty lips. Hur. Hur. Hur.

And I can't believe how much press Paris Hilton can still generate showing up somewhere in her underwear.

And I think Chloe Sevigny looks better in the Little House on the Prairie gear she wears on 'Big Love' than she has in any of her own clothing in years. She should have stuck with Daryl K.

And someday, when I am preggers, I hope to be more Angelina than Gwen Stefani. That girl wears some crazy gear!

Those are my brilliant observations for the day.

Cheers!

Bagel Face

ps. Edited to say - Check out my image! It was the top Google image for 'Pork Chop'. Don't you just want to eat her?

Where's My Seeeeester?

Feather? Feather? Are you there?

I sent you an invitation.

While I am waiting.. what should I do?

I know, I'll tell you about my new goal.

Are you ready?

I am going to try to do something every week that I could only do in New York.

You see, every weekend we go away Friday through Sunday, so I have gotten really lazy about doing anything in particular Monday through Thursday. My schedule was sleep, work, cook, eat, clean, tv, sleep, gym, work, grocery shop, cook, eat, tv, sleep.

Rinse. Repeat.

But now, I have decided that at least once a week I have to participate in something unique to this metropolis. I mean, how sad is it to live in the biggest, most exciting city in the United States and act as though I live in 'Any City, USA'?

So, last night I went to the book launch party for that book I designed. I am still as awkward at parties as I was when I was twelve. It doesn't help when a lot of the faces at the party are people you grew up watching on TV and in movies. I can thoroughly understand that an above-middle-aged man may not want to hear a 30-something woman say "I grewaup watching re-runs of your show on TV! My Dad thought you were hilarious!"

Which brings me to last week, when I volunteered for NY Cares. It was a (cubist!) art workshop with 6-12 year olds from the housing project where the workshop took place. It's amazing how much 6-12 year old girls have in common with middle-aged publishing people and actors.

They are all 'best friends' but they are all mean to each other behind their backs.

I've only had the 'resolution' for three weeks, but you can see that the range of what qualifies as "something that I could only do in New York" is kind of broad.

Mostly, I just want to get out of the apartment during the week, and not turn into a complete vegetable.

Hugs!

Bagel Face

I'm here!

Oh yay! I'm here! I'm blogging! I can blog! Here I am!


It fills me with glee and makes me want to run! Wheee!

Bon Chance!

Here's to the beginning.