Tuesday, February 27, 2007
So, have I told you my new plan? Six months off. No I'm serious! SIX! This was a big decision for me, so I sort-of wanted someone to protest, you know. Make the argument that I should really be more practical, tell me what to worry about, encourage fiscal responsibility...Yeah, no one has had any interest in that so far. Everyone says... That's so great!
... and it is. So great that it's hard to believe. Which is why I felt so happy last night when I realized that today I was finally going to really feel like an unemployed person. Susan was getting ready to start her work week, and I was getting ready to spend the day at the coffee shop reading Bringing the Devil To His Knees for my writing group. I've been spending so much time at that place that I'm thinking about writing a captivity narrative about it.
I do have other favorite places though, like the one pictured above. Ah, Le Pichet. I'll take a Lillet blanc and the oysters on the half shell please!
The sad part is that I won't be spending much time there in March. Today I realized that all the travel I've booked means that I will only be in Seattle for seven days in March. The rest of March? Globe trotting!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Today, I feel a little like he looks in this photo because my manuscript submission is finally posted at my writing group's web site now. This was a tough one, and the twenty meager pages I submitted are not my best, but the good news is that working on the manuscript this time was more of a holistic thing. I'm starting to get a feel for how things might progress and the pieces are starting to have a more solid-feeling order than ever before. It's hard to submit those changes, since usually they involve taking 5 page chunks and moving them around to see how they fit together, which would mean people are reading the same sentences as they've read before, just in different places.
Tonight we're off to see Josh Ritter at the Showbox, and then I have a couple days where I can take it easy before I leave on a jet plane for Pt Reyes.
Hope you had a great weekend Allison! Love you and can't wait to see you!
Friday, February 23, 2007
This week has been like that for me a little bit. That's the thing with the novel. I can move things around on the page, I can add words even, but I can't always tell if I've made things any better with revision, or if the new stuff is any good, or whether it goes with the old stuff at all. I can't always tell for myself if there's a THERE there. My next deadline is tomorrow, so I've been sitting behind my new laptop a lot, drinking my pretty lattes and reading the comments my great writing group wrote on my last submission, and hoping that wherever this novel is going, I'll get there with it.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
So, I had a great weekend. Yes, lots of driving, Seattle to Portland, Portland to Manzanita, Manzanita to Portland, Portland to Seattle. But that's good thinking time. So I got a lot of good thinking done, which led to the purchase you made today, four tickets to see Willie, Merle and Ray March 22nd. Life is short. Which meants that this weekend, there was no time for photos. Oops!
More soon! But maybe not until after my writing deadline on Friday.
But instead of spending my weekend riding all over the mountain, I spent it curled up on the sofa. Watching movies. Or reading. And I did some yoga. And some laundry. And I cooked some delicious chicken.
Why, oh why do you ask? Why wasn't I shushing down the mountain? Carving and riding and joyfully swooping through the several feet of new snow?
Because there was enough snow for my darling husband to get out his bright yellow snowmobile and go ripping around the countryside with his fellow-snowmobiling buddies like some sort of backwoods gang.
I got two hours on the mountain. Two hours! Ay me.
At least when it gets warmer and the snowmobiling is done I will have spring skiing. Bright sunny weather! Big mooshy piles of mashed-potato snow!
At least that's what I kept telling myself all day Saturday and Sunday. And Monday.
And the movies were good. Bringing Up Baby, Dinner at Eight, Stage Door, Libeled Lady, ahem, My Super Ex-Girlfriend....
Okay, maybe My Super Ex-Girlfriend wasn't so good... But the New York Real Estate Porn aspect of it was pretty satisfying. Everybody has a ginormous loft to themselves! Where are these huge affordable apartments?
Anyways, next weekend I am in Arizona with Mom and Grandma and Euge will have the house for himself and his boys to get all the snowmobiling out of their system. And hopefully someone will drink the Heinekens (egh) that have been clogging up our fridge.
I will be watching the Oscars! And shopping for antiques!
And - I'm just guessing here - watching more girlie movies.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
So, Dana and I finally got together to play last weekend. We went to Third Place Books and ate mac and cheese at the Honey Bear Bakery while we caught up. Dana is one of those people who really gives you her undivided attention, so of course she knew exactly what parts of my life to ask about and then listened patiently as I filled her in on all the post-ranch happenings. One small illustration of the aforementioned organizational skills is the fact that when it came time for her to catch me up, she had a four-point list of the items she wanted to discuss. Loved that.
I had a great Valentine's Day, what with the phone call from you, Ali, my Winnie the Pooh card from dad and the ridiculously indulgent dinner of oysters, champagne and chocolate that Kirstin spoiled me with. But the favorite thing I got in writing was what I like to think of as my valentine from Dana - a valentine to my hair!
* or check for lice. no, I'm kidding, really, I swear Dana, Idid not give you lice!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Look I got you some sweet flowers! Don't the hyacinth smell like spring? Don't the tulips make you want to drive up to LaConner and go dancing naked in the field by moonlight?
Well, it's not time for spring yet! We need more snow - so stop thinking about spring!
I also decided to make something special - just for you.... can you guess from the ingredients what it is?
That's right! A delicious cheesecake!
Mmmmm... can't you just smell it? I can!
As soon as you come over, you can have a big old slice of cheesecake and you can smell the sweet hyacith to your heart's content!
Sorry - I didn't buy a card because I didn't want to buy into the crass commercialization of this holiest of holy holidays.
Just remember - I heart you!
Happy Valentine's Day!
Neko was amazing, she's such a pro, and when she sang the start of I Wish I Was the Moon, I felt like she was wringing out my insides like a wet washcloth. Where we were sitting, three rows from the front, we were definitely outnumbered by Merle fans, one of whom supplied the quote for my title today. I'm not going to hold the fact that this guy was wearing a greasy leather jacket against him, nor will I pass judgement on the dyed black comb-over-ish hairdo, but I do hold it against him that he didn't appreciate Tacoma's own Neko. How can you not love that voice? When she sings a capella it sounds like there's a whole string section coming from inside her. She's incredible.
Merle is a legend, and we were thrilled to see him too. I loved hearing that deep smokey voice sing "so-called so-cial security" (don't know why but I love that line) in person, and I ate it up when he brought his wife up front to sing Jackson with him, even if I didn't quite get the way they petered out at the end. Truth be told though, at the end of it all, I was missing my all-time favorite legend, Willie and started to scheme about how I might get a chance to see him again...
Hey, March at Radio City Music Hall? Hmm...
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Lest you think that all I do is work and ski, I have made an effort this week to expand my social calendar. So much so that I haven’t yet seen this weeks episode of Veronica Mars… so keep your comments on that to yo’self lady!
Wednesday night I went to Sala with Tamara and a HK. You remember my climbing ladies. Right? HK is preggers with her first baby and as cute as ever!
Tamara is havig a very successful freelance writing career – including a blog about her own precocious baby, Sophie, on the website if Cookie Magazine, you know… The magazine for hip parents.
We had tapas… which were okay. No Boqueria, but okay nonetheless. Of course, tapas without wine is kind of sad, but somehow we persevered.
Thursday I went out to dinner at Freemans with my friends Kim, Jen, and Holly. You remember them from the wedding? There’s nothing like being out to dinner with three chicks who are at least 4 inches taller and twenty pounds lighter than you! Hee, I do love them.
Freemans was funny. I think you’d like it. It’s at the end of an alley on the Lower East Side and has a very rural Victorian New England feel about it. At least that's the idea, I think.
And all the waiters are dressed like they think they are Vermont lumberjacks from the 1880’s. Big moustaches and all. And, of course, the hipsters who come in are all sporting stovepipe pants and full bushy beards.
This city cracks me up.
Today was my friend Patty’s birthday. Since Patty is a work friend we all went out to lunch. To Benihana.
Ah, what an experience.
Now, I don’t know if you remember the Benihana that used to be up on Broadway. Heck, it may even still be on Broadway… but I walked past it about a billion times and, I can tell you, I always secretly wanted to go there.
But this was my first Benihana experience and it was fun.
First Margaret gave Patty and Michael a little tutorial in “How to properly fold your chopstick wrapper into a chopstick stand”
It took them a bit of effort to meet her exacting standards. I, on the other hand, learned the trick from her long ago. Mine wasn’t as perfect as hers, but I think it looked pretty good.
Then our chef came out and introduced himself to us. His name was Roy. I don’t think he was Japanese. And his knife seems kind of small.
Then the slicing and flipping and pepper shaking commenced. There was food flipped into his chef’s hat, there was an onion volcano.
Need I say more?
The food was even pretty good. But, really the satisfaction lies in the realization of a dream.
Finally, I have eaten at Benihana. Just not in Rocky’s Special Room.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
I know it's a little hard to believe you are going to get another post about the Portland girls' trip, but you are. I keep wanting to talk about how great it was, and in order to do that, I have to figure out what made it so great, and sometimes when I'm figuring things out, that involves a bunch of talking. It involves a lot of meandering thought, like I'm working through the emotional equivalent of a math problem. If you've been reading this blog for a while, really reading it, that will make sense to you. Remember the long post with the photo of Wolf Creek Pass? From the day I went to Durango?
So, about Portland. What is it that made me love that trip so much that I feel compelled to give you one last post about it? It could have been...
... just Portland. The cuteness, the good restaurants, the quirkiness, the shopping. It could have been...
... the Vodkatini, which was accompanied by my new Scorpio ring (why isn't every day the weekend? I want to wear the Scorpio ring every day!!), which was accompanied by dozens of tiny sweet Kumamoto oysters (making good progress on my goals!).
Or maybe it was...
.. the guy at Dante's, with the chaps and the lasso? No. Not him. So maybe...
... the PBR tall boy? Eh, I don't think so. The truth is, it was...
... the beautiful women. They're good, aren't they? We lived it up in Portland, with the good hotel room, the oysters, the fancy cocktails, the sunglasses at breakfast... but the best part about it all was that we really didn't need any of those things to have fun. The minute we got on the road we were having fun. Even when I spilled an entire latte all over Kirstin's brand new car, soaking my jeans and leaving me coatless for the weekend. I changed in the bathroom at a gas station on 99 while Rachel cleaned up the back seat with those blue paper towels they give you for your windshield, and we were still having fun.
Okay, at least I was.
Kirstin and Rachel made fun seem simple. All you need to do to have fun with them is show up. Show up and dance - even if you're in the car. I'm telling you. MJB!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
When you get married in New York, there is one major major element that you have literally no control over.
Whether or not your announcement ends up in the New York Times.
Now Eugene and I did okay.
Upper-left-hand corner on the second page, with our picture and an extended post. This is supposed to be the second most important location. I blame our success on the excellent photo that Karl had taken of us at Crista's wedding... and the fact that I practically wrote the announcement for them when I submitted.
We are a pretty colorful story. I definitely toned it down out of respect for the delicate sensibilities of the Gray Lady's readership.
It was pretty cool. People from work who I don't even know accosted me in the hallways to congratulate me. And Glamour actually called to see if Eugene and his perfect bald head would model for them. No joke!
What is the best announcement, you might ask? Though if you are female and have read the Sunday NY Times Style Section, I am betting that you know.
The Vows column. Where some intrepid reporter actually attends your wedding interviews your friends and family and writes about the whole thing for ladies everywhere to swoon over.
The couple who were the subject of this week's Vows column are friends of my friend Dana. And I designed their wedding invitation. I take a little offense that it is not mentioned, so I have reproduced it here, for you to see. Since all the details were published, I don't think that I am invading their privacy.
The design was meant to seem both asian and indian. But not too asian or indian. And not too precious. And not too fussy. But not too minimalist. Frannie knows what she likes, I tell you!
I just thought that you should know. I am sure that the wedding invitation design had something to do with their selection. Which would make me 2-0 for submissions to the Announcements Section that I have been involved with.
Not that I am counting or anything. That would be pretentious.
I should point out that this used to be my favorite blog. Until he stopped writing, that is. Thank the little baby buddah that he didn't start writing until months after our announcement appeared...
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Yeeks! Isn't he yummy? You know I don't love babies indiscriminately. I love only the cutest. Ugly babies need not apply. Which is why I loved Liam. One of the first photos of Liam that I saw was of him flipping off his dad, then when I met him in person, he was wearing a onesie that said "Lock up your daughters". He looks serious, but this little man is full of sass. Just like his parents, Jason and Lisa. Check out this little family:
I'm kinda' crazy about the whole package. Did you know that Lisa and Jason have been together for 17 years? Outrageous. I think they even still like at each other. Looking at them, I could almost think the whole marriage/kid thing might be kinda' fun.
You know, if I wasn't the kind of girl who wants to be able to quit my job AND buy $50 candles at Barney's all in the same week. Lisa R, my new partner in unemployed crime, am I right? Hee!
Oh, and WRT Veronica? Did they really have to make LoVe get back together and break up AGAIN? This is getting tiresome. Jeesh.