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“You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod...”
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May 2011
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“A break in the storm,
and a tiny river is revealed
where garden feet would...”
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Living and working on the Bay Bridge? →
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them...”
– Edith Lovejoy Pierce
December 2009
13 posts
The Soul Of My Shoes
Yesterday afternoon, in preparation for a walk with my children, I went in search of my favorite shoes. My favorite shoes. Certainly not my best looking or glamorous shoes, they are my favorites nonetheless.
And, because they are my favorites, they could have been hiding anywhere I had recently been. On the passenger seat of my car. Under the coffee table. Sitting right next my...
For the first time in my life, I just bought something with the intent of returning it when I’m done. I feel like the clerk could tell.
Shakabuku: a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Full marks to my neighbors for not allowing the pouring rain to stop their weekly fiesta, complete with mariachi and BBQ. December or July?
Because standing in a long line in the drizzle waiting for flu shots totally sucks ass, God gave us hot coffee in lovely portable cups.
I adore getting my money back from stingy store managers. Especially when they imply that my kid’s feet are defective instead of the shoes.
Sneak in 15 min of yoga before coffee. Dislocate shoulder. Omg now I need coffee. Shoulder pops back in while making coffee. Ow, taaa-daahh
No no no no no, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. billy corgan + jessica simpson = love? S! T! F! U!! http://bit.ly/5TYmMX (via @FM949sd)
Besides the delicious, irreplaceable smell, here’s why buying a fresh Christmas tree is so worth the effort: http://tinyurl.com/y9l9m77
It’s amazing what happens when you take the time to talk to your neighbors - free delivery of redwood mulch for this garden nerd right here!
A fun read! David Bowie’s response to his first American fan mail (1967): http://www.sandradodd.com/bowieletter (via @FM949sd)
It’s so cold and rainy outside, I actually feel bad dragging my (currently cozy) kids to school. Weird. I ALWAYS want them to go to school.
Mrs. Keaton from Family Ties reveals that she’s gay. If she had done this 25 years ago, my childhood may have been a little different.
November 2009
3 posts
In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge. -Sidonie Gabrielle
Part of falling in love with an old home is being able to laugh at all the ridiculous stuff you find wrong. Like a Funhouse, sans clowns.
Getting really tired of Cry Over Sad Movie phase of breakup, wishing Metallica phase would just hurry up and get here already.
October 2009
2 posts
Talent show at daughter’s school this am, just saw two 8 yr-olds perform “Apple Bottom Jeans”. Complete with booty slap. Laugh? Cry?
Up early finishing the detail sewing on kids’ Halloween costumes. This was only made possible by really, really, really strong coffee.
September 2009
12 posts
Dear Days of Our Lives: Although we’ve often drifted apart over these last 15 years, I love how we can get all caught up in just one hour.
Moving in a week, lots to do. All I can muster currently is coffee and peanut butter toast. Ps. Escondido, I won’t miss you.
Borrowing somebody else’s toddler for two whole days is the cheapest, most effective birth control I’ve found yet.
I had forgotten that keeping up after a toddler means my shirt gets dirty and I desperately wish for naps.
What may be my last night in Echo Park, and there’s a shooting. I’ll miss you, LA. The ghetto bird. http://twitpic.com/hjbdm
Spending the afternoon with one of my favorite guys. http://twitpic.com/h8bhu