Famous among dozens
Say you wake up, and it’s still dark, and you’re groggy, and you’re thirsty.
Say you stumble into the kitchen, and you see the silhouette of a container of cranberry juice on the counter. Say you’re sleepy, so you don’t stop to think about why it’s not in the fridge, or why the cap feels funny.
In that situation, my advice for you is not to drink it. It’s probably olive oil.
Heather, Eden, and Melissa just left town, and I miss them.
Eden’s face, always seems more familiar than it should for the few times we’ve met. She looks and acts quite a bit like Ms. Champ. They both share that walking-painting quality. But today I came across pictures of Eden as a young ‘un and realized that she also looks related to me.
Heather had 24 hours here, so we stayed up until 4 a.m. pinky swearing, talking about boys, discussing new hairstyles, and getting drunk. Actually, only I got drunk, Heather just smirked at me. This is because Heather, who weighs fifteen pounds, could drink a team of seasoned Teamsters under the table and still remember to keep her knees together because she’s wearing a skirt.
Melissa is similarly evolved. She and I had a semi-serious conversation about whether it’s appropriate to teach your children how to moderate a buzz to spare them years of experimental suffering at the hands of bourbon. We decided no.
As you may know, I rarely do this stuff. For some reason, it makes me feel cagey. But Heather so rarely asks for anything. When she does, you kind of have to do what she says. So, this is for you, sweets.
Four jobs I’ve had:
Bead store clerk
Silkscreen shop owner
Dance instructor
Volunteer coordinator, Kerry Campaign, DNC
Four Movies I can watch over and over:
Amelie
Godfather II
Gilda
Say Anything
Four Places I’ve Lived:
California my whole life, except for a month each in:
Costa Rica
London
Boston
Four TV shows I love:
Veronica Mars
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
I Shouldn’t Be Alive
Myth Busters
Four places I’ve vacationed:
Jamaica
Malaysia
The Phillipines
Australia
Four of my favorite dishes:
Steak
Lemon blueberry pancakes
Fried potatoes with bacon and wilted spinach
Creme Brulee
Four sites I visit daily:
Four places I would rather be right now:
On the Giant Dipper at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk
In a dark room with a Christmas tree that has white, blinking lights.
Tucking in to breakfast at Zazie.
Swimming.
Four bloggers I’m tagging/slightly alienating:
Bryan who has to love me by law.
Sarah deserves a healthy prompting.
Andrea who is good at introspection.
Lori who is always game.
Products I want, but can’t find.
– Evany had an idea for a bracelet that looks like an ID bracelet, but has a window where the inscription would ordinarily be. The window would be perfectly sized to fit a cookie fortune, and you’d just slide in your favorite one.
– Old-school bunny slippers that are cute, but Martha Stewart cute, not Precious Moments cute. Like these, only with eyes and a nose, and in a size that fits real people.
-A large jewelry box that has a modernist, sleek exterior, maybe it’s even lacquered on the outside, but when you open it, a little ballerina pops up and begins rotating to a music box rendition of “Son of a Preacher Man.” Also, it is lined in quilted pink silk.
-Open containers aren’t a big deal, smoking pot isn’t really a problem, no one gets upset about prostituion. Is anything actually illegal here?
-Violence.
-Parking.
Salvor Kiosk is a store that’s entirely stocked by the merchants travels. Right now, everything in the store is from Japan, but from the end of February to the end of May, it will contain only objects from Sweden.
Their about page says, We opened Salvor Kiosk to offer an antidote to over-design. We consider the objects we stock to be humble, straight forward and beautiful for their simplicity and directness. Often they are traditional goods that have been developed over generations or anonymous design found in general stores, DIYs and kiosks: products designed not around one personality but the result of local aesthetics and needs. Their beauty is sometimes hard to see in today’s over-saturated / over-hyped market; our motivation to start Salvor Kiosk was to shed some light on their quiet perfection.
Neat, huh? I thought so too.
Bad Girls by Subcategory
Originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
Biker Babes, Teen Sluts, Hookers, Ball Breakers, Bad Seeds…
Lessons learned on Impromptu Los Angeles Roadtrip, 2006:
– You’re not as cute in L.A.
– Some people buy matching white sweat suits, with their names in bedazzled scroll script down the sleeves, and wear them to brunch.
– Once seated at a restaurant, everyone should overtly check surrounding tables for possible celebrities.
– Possible celebrities include people like Mickey Rooney’s son.
– Once you see Mickey Rooney’s son, you are required to mention having seen him in approximately 50 percent of your conversations from that moment forward.
I also learned that you should not eat the questionably cooked eggs before a seven-hour road trip in a two-seater, 1974 Volkswagon. Seriously, that’s one to grow on.
Mighty Girl 