We head back to Amsterdam Tuesday. On our last visit I was oblivious to my new state of pregnancy, which made me very moody (you may recall the Midget Busker Incident). I’m hoping the entire city won’t seem so vaguely uncomfortable this time around. Of course, this time we’ll have a baby with us, so perhaps that’s wishful thinking. Speaking of which, comments on taking international flights with infants and “Amsterdam with a baby” ideas would be much appreciated.
The Bay Area Outerware Society
Me: I love her coat. Love it.
Bryan: Wow, you really love that coat.
Me: (Various kissing sounds.)
Bryan: If you love it so much, why don’t you marry it?
Me: Maybe I will. Maybe I will take her coat as my lawful wedded spouse.
Bryan: Why don’t you go hump it?
Me: She would object.
Bryan: You’re making an assumption there.
Me: True. This is San Francisco, probably coat humping is a thing. Probably there’s a coat-humping community.
Bryan: They have coat-humping parties.
Me: We’re out of the loop.
You Don’t Want to See Those Results
Me: Oh man, have you seen that You Tube video with the little kid who’s freaking out because he thinks his baby sister is hurt?
Ev: No.
Me: It’s so hilarious and sweet. You have to see it.
Ev: (walks over to desktop)
Me: OK, how will we find it? Search for like, “baby” and “blood.”
Ev: (furrows brow, fingers poised over keyboard)
Me: My bad. Better add in “not funny.”
Superstah
7×7 Magazine just did a profile on me called “The Web Crawler.” It’s a brief piece on some of my favorite places in San Francisco, and you should go read it. There’s a picture and everything, yo.
But Tequila Has Always Been my Friend
It’s been a particularly hard day, and I’m swigging a large bottle of mineral water.
Me: I wish this were tequila.
Bryan: Mmmhmm.
Me: I also wish I were 23 years old. Just waking up from having slept in. Until 3 p.m. On spring break. In Cabo.
Bryan: I can make one of those things happen.
Me: Sounds good. I never understood spring break anyway. It was like, why would I spend a week throwing up and pushing away the wasted, persistent guy who wants to put his diseased penis to use?
Bryan: …
Me: I was a blast in college.
Campari Bottle Light Fixture
We had Mother’s Day brunch at Barndiva in Healdsburg where I spotted these fantastic Campari-bottle light fixtures. A friend of mine used empty Campari bottles as bud vases for big white lilies at her wedding, and I’ve seen them used to hold swizzle sticks or long fireplace matches. This light fixture takes the prize. I love beautifully designed objects with a sense of humor.
Mighty Goods Father’s Day Gift Guide
Say, have you ordered a gift for your pop yet? If not, I’ve got a few superior ideas. Please go read the Mighty Goods Father’s Day Gift Guide. It’s a good ‘un.
2006 Collective John Hughes Flashback
A lifetime ago, we attended the Air Guitar Championships. There was exactly one girl who was a contender. She had it all: the snarl, the reckless abandon, a mean air technique. She was going into the final round, rocking it out, and bringing the house down. At the end of her performance, the crowd was going wild, she was strutting around the stage, grinning from ear to ear. And then, as if in slow motion, she raised both hands above her head and sort of twinkled her fingers. The crowd gasped and drew back. “Cheerleader,” one of them said. And just like that, everyone went silent and headed for the bar.
San Francisco was always picked last for kickball.
And Almond Butter on Toast
If you were me, you would like:
-Dogs that insist on having the leash in their mouths so they can play tug of war while they walk
-6 a.m. coffee shop regulars
-Men with big noses.
The Art of Dressing Well
My friend Mai has a fun street-fashion blog called Fashioni.st. I went out walking with her the other day, and took a couple of pictures.
Because we only had a second to stop someone as they rushed by, I found there were a few key things I looked at first. On women, interesting shoes and bags often signaled that everything else was working too. Mai mentioned that people wearing jeans were less likely to be doing something compelling with their outfits. I noticed that men who pay attention to making their hairstyle unique were more likely to be dressed well too. Also, anyone wearing color stood out, as it’s almost impossible to find people who aren’t in black.
It was a surprisingly educational experience. For hours afterward I couldn’t stop checking people’s outfits for creative sparks, and I found myself getting oddly anxious about my shoes.
Mighty Girl 