All posts tagged: earliest

I Love My Ass

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Yes.  You read that right.  I love my ass. I love how it keeps my hip joint stabilized, allows me to stand up and to walk around.  My ass provides my body more power to tackle these hilly San Francisco streets, and was the location for many a pediatric shot in my day.  Most of all, I love my ass because I love sitting on it.  Oh how I love sitting on it. If I didn’t have my ass to sit on, I wouldn’t have had the ability to watch Garance Dore’s YouTube channel on a loop Thanksgiving weekend.  I wouldn’t be able to snuggle up on the couch to read back issues of Bazaar, Real Simple, and Elle Magazines while devouring my stash of Maple Bacon Kettle Potato Chips (move over, Limon Lay’s).   Without having this ass I love, what would I sit on when chatting with overseas friends at 1a.m. or when catching up old school on the phone (my actual land line, no less) with domestic ones? I love my ass because …

A Revelation!

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The universe really amazes me sometimes.  Here I am, trying to put my life’s focus in a new direction, and feeling completely afraid and incompetent in the process.  I can’t help but think, “I am soooo late to the blogging party, but I have something to say, don’t I?” There’s some kind of angle or voice I have.  I definitely am my own best audience, but is anything I think or say relevant (and most importantly helpful or inspiring) to anyone else?   I admire and read read read so many of the incredibly stylish blogs out there thinking that though I am crafty, appreciate art,  like to cook and  shop for clothes, I am by no means in any position to be giving advice or breaking ground in the aesthetics/ entertaining/ girl-can-do-it-all department.  And then I stumbled upon Ez’s post at Creature Comforts ….  and here I am tonight. I adore the gold flecked and frilly world of lifestyle blogs.  I will never stop my love affair with them.  They’ve helped me improve the …

In Defense of Chutzpah

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“If we all did the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.” – Thomas Edison Speaking with a trusted confidante the other day, I spoke about this current desire to access the creative part of me.  I am not sure if its because creative energy is like a dormant volcano and its time has come, or because I am more confident and able to give myself permission to try doing more things again.  I am afraid I like doing lots of little things, but that I do them badly.  They don’t always look the way I want them to, so I just don’t do anything. In the mid nineties, still living in our family home, I took over the dining table and the lanai with all possible kinds of projects in progress:  clay beads, the beginnings of a simple bust, unglazed pottery, half painted canvases, smeared charcoal drawings, painted pots, colorful paper strips, etc. etc.  I was blessed with parents whose forbearance allowed me to indulge in my whims and express myself …

Bibliographies and Unoriginal Thoughts

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When was the last time you wrote a bibliography?  A proper one… APA format and all?  This afternoon over my limp Amy’s bean and cheese burrito (yes, still too lazy/ disorganized to pack my own lunch) I listened in as three coworkers discussed the merits of  KINDLE vs. iPAD vs. NOOK.  Oh you can get free books on Amazon with this one, blah blah blah….  “Yeah, you know where else you can get free books?”  I teased my friend,  “The LIBRARY!!!!” The conversation took a few twists and related turns, leading to one of the Grateful Dead era loving teachers saying she looks for books using a card catalog, not a search engine.   We then sadly admitted not having any idea how to source comments and write bibliographies anymore.  Granted, most of the reading we do on a daily basis is more of the board book than text book variety, so the pressure is sort of off for now.  In any case, My friend said, “You know, when I was younger and had a …

A girl’s gotta amuse herself

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So here I am, the girl who won’t join FB, now starting my own blog. I am a blog addict. I sit up late at night reading, clicking, reading, searching, and clicking some more after gaining inspiration from a new recipe, an appealing photo, or ridiculously awesome entertaining idea. Every day more information, every day something new I learn that I probably will not use.I know that my favorite blogs are written by creative chicks who have a theme- cooking, decorating, crafting, travelling, shopping, thrifting, or party planning. I dabble (or rather dribble) in a bit of all, except for the thrifting, although one of my favorite things is seeing women who appoint their homes so meticulously with the reckless abandon needed to use something “from the attic”, “the flea”, or “found in an alley and re-purposed.”I am a journal writer. I have kept journals over the years, sometimes writing daily, even hourly, but lately, monthly if I am lucky. This is why I am today, finally, jumping out of my comfort zone and starting …