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strange love

I’ve been listening to the Savage Love podcast for a month or so now, and I can’t recommend it enough (open minds required).

I will admit that when I first started listening, my ears burned from the dirty language, I blushed and made sure that my office door was closed. But now that I’m a seasoned listener, I’m pretty comfortable with it all.

I’ve been going back through the archives and listening to old episodes, and I want to single out episode #30. Dan’s guest on this episode is Dr. Barak Gaster. I like the idea of doctors out there having a sense of humor and understanding about human sexuality. It’s not that I thought otherwise, but hearing it on Savage Love is encouraging.

Long live Savage Love!

citified

I’ll be hosting my first Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. I’m a little nervous but mostly excited.

My plans this year went very quickly from nonexistent to hosting a dinner for seven orphans—a term of endearment for those of us with no family within reach. Larisa is my orphan-guest of honor as well as co-captain in the kitchen. We ran to three stores in search of a turkey last night. I’m happy to report that all is under control.

I called my mom this morning to get the general turkey roasting directions. My dad made sure to remind me not to let any of my guests drink and drive. I told him that most city folks don’t drive anyway, including ME, now that I don’t own a car any more! His reply: “Yes, I’ve heard that you’re citified.”

Happy T-Day!

so true…

While out at the R Bar with some friends this weekend, we saw a painting of a convict driving a get-away car. It was very graphically stylized and the caption—which was actually painted at the bottom of the painting—read “If murder hasn’t ever crossed your mind…you’ve never been in love.” We all agreed it was so true.

god bless free museum days!

Every first Tuesday of the month is free museum day. I try to take advantage of it every chance I get. Today was just such a day.


Don’t get me wrong, I am more than happy to patronize any museum on a full-admission day. I think it’s nothing less than money well spent.

I met Larisa in front of the SFMOMA. We sat and caught up a bit while she finished her coffee. Then in we went. We ended up in the Matisse and Beyond exhibit—which I had already seen—but I was more than happy to see it again. Larisa wasn’t having any of that, so we made our way to the Joseph Cornell exhibit. Just as we walked into the gallery, we confessed our impending hunger to each other and agreed to speed view Mr. Cornell’s genius and promptly grab some lunch.

Larisa did some research beforehand and suggested Split Pea Seduction. [SIDEBAR: if you are in SF, definitely give it a try. It's not a fancy sit-down place. It's more of a quick downtown lunch grab-n-go kind of place, although there are a handful of counter seats. The food is exceptional, obviously fresh ingredients made in an impressive gourmet style and a menu that changes daily.]

Over lunch, Larisa and I catch up even more and finish lunch well enough ahead of schedule before her interview. But we’ve come too far in the direction of the interview to return to the museum. So we head to the library—the museum and the library?! How much better can this day get?!

Larisa finds the book she’s looking for, and we take in the great bookbinders’ exhibit on the 6th floor—makes me want to take another bookarts class…badly. I check out Larisa’s book for her since she hasn’t quite established her SF residency yet. (It’s the least a friend can do for another, don’t you think?) And we’re on our way again. We part ways—Larisa off to her interview—me back down Market St. trying to decide if I should go home and take care of work stuff or head back to the museum and soak up some more culture. Duh! Back to the museum!

This is where the inspiration happened. GO GO GO see this exhibit: Take your time: Olafur Eliasson. If you’re in SF, great! It’s here until February 24. If you’re not in SF, keep an eye out for it to come to your area. I will surely be returning to be amazed by Eliasson’s brilliance. I was blown away by the simplicity and power of the pieces that merely enhance our everyday sensory happenings. The coolest (of course this may change upon a second visit) piece was a room fitted with lights that emit such a narrow frequency of light that everything looks like a yellow and black duotone—essentially rendering everything (the room, museum patrons, the wall graphics, etc.) in yellow and black. As one commenter on Eliasson’s site wrote, “it’s like walking into a black and white photo.” I couldn’t have put it better myself.


This is the exciting footbridge that leads into the exhibit if you approach via the stairs. The elevators empty you into the Room for one colour.

And so it goes, I left very satisfied from my free museum day. Of course, it was a sum of parts larger than just the museum. Thanks for letting me gush.

this one goes out to Melissa and John

John Legend came through the speakers during my last visit to Starbucks in Redwood Shores.

One barista excitedly says to the other, “John Legend again!”

Barista #2: “Yeah, I don’t really like him.”

Barista #1 just continues singing (very well) along with the grooves as he starts my grande sugar-free vanilla iced latte (sans “low-fat” since they’ve started making all drinks low-fat now…how great is that?!). I leaned over and told him in solidarity that I like John Legend too.

Barista #2: “I just don’t like his type of music.”

Patron behind me in line: “Oh, I like his music. He just needs to get someone else to sing his songs for him.”

BURN, John Legend!! Ouch! That stings…

I still like him, but that scene totally made me giggle.

sicko

One of the pitfalls of not having a “real” job or office to go to is not having the satisfaction of calling in sick. There’s no justification of not wanting to get other coworkers sick. It’s just kind of like every other day of not wanting to work.

hydrangea love

When I was in college I worked for a photographer. Under the guise of my first design position, I mostly assembled proof packages and called the customers to let them know their proofs were ready. There was this *one* set of proofs of a little girl—a toddler—taken around Easter I believe, and there was a single shot that took my breath away. It wasn’t the lighting or the pose. It was a studio shot, for goodness sake. It was the little girl. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My reaction was so deep—I actually teared up when I saw it. And she was holding a little, fake hydrangea in her chubby little hand. I’ve never forgotten it. And, to be quite honest, I still have that proof somewhere.


reminders

Ever since that day, I’ve wanted a little girl. And I want her to be *that* little girl. And I’ll always buy her hydrangeas. Sigh…

done.


6:10pm, August 4, 2007.

Satisfied. And against my expectations, I didn’t cry—came close—but I didn’t.

What a masterpiece, Ms. Rowling—the entire series! What glorious characters! What amazing tales! Simply (or complicated, rather) brilliant!

ratty

I returned home from seeing Ratatouille on such a great high.


Reasons why:
1. I chose to see this movie at one of my local, neighborhood, independent theaters—one of the best decisions I’ve made lately. The friendly energy from the community was spilling over into the theater even as we were standing in line to even be seated.

2. I saw the latest show, therefore the audience was mainly my peers (old folks—ha!).

3. The theater was playing Edith Piaf pre-screening time.

4. The theater manager took a moment to welcome and thank us all for coming. Then he had a trivia question for the audience worth a free movie pass. (Who was the original director linked with Ratatouille and what was his Oscar-winning Pixar short titled? Answer: Jan Pinkava, Geri’s Game.) The manager then introduced the movie—I loved it!

5. The previews included an excruciating look at an upcoming film of Bratz, and not only was the theater silent with disbelief as the preview played, but there were passionate hisses and boos as it ended. Awesome! I LOVE my community!

6. Ratatouille is set in Paris. And since my trip fell through this summer, what better way to get there for $8.50 than an evening at the movies?

7. Needless to say, the movie was amazing! It was not my favorite Pixar movie, but the experience was by far a great Saturday night in the Richmond! (Ok, yes, I know I need to get out more…)