Catch-all for various links, videos, and thoughts that don't fit with any of the other narcissistic shrines to myself on the internet.

Theme by nostrich.

14th June 2014

Text

Woke up, took a shower, ate breakfast, watched some Mad Men episodes. He came home while I was putting on hair product and perfume and earrings and shit I never wear. With flowers.

We went to lunch at a pizza place I’ve always loved but haven’t been to in years.

We went to Santa Anita and had $2 beers and watched 8 races. I cleaned up. Left with a $100 bill.

We went to Highland Park and stopped into Sonny’s Hideaway. The food was ok, but the cocktails were spectacular.

We went to Verdugo Bar, where we had our 1st date. Sat in the back. An employee said he’d buy us a drink. We took a picture.

I was bummed when the day was over. It was so romantic.

8th February 2014

Photo reblogged from wtf, plus size clothing manufacturers? with 2,396 notes

coolthoughts:

krismaryloves:

glowpinkstah:

rikelyn:




Lies.

.

Pfft, You think that’s crazy?! Many of us even have husbands!

THE HORROR!




Sometimes I feel too old for tumblr. I might have bought into this when I was younger - in fact, I did - and that’s a damn shame. It might matter at age 16, but in the real world, you can be fat and have a boyfriend/girlfriend (if you want to). Kids: don’t buy into this. It’s just not true. Companies exist to profit off your insecurity and reinforce messages that you need to look a certain way before anyone will love you. But real, kind, beautiful men and women will still love you, easily, in whatever capacity you’re looking for. Give up the struggle of attempting to lose weight or look perfect, because you don’t need it to experience love. Hot men will still want to kiss you. Good men will still want to date you. I wish I’d known that when I was younger. But it was very freeing to learn it for myself.

coolthoughts:

krismaryloves:

glowpinkstah:

rikelyn:


Lies.

.

Pfft, You think that’s crazy?! Many of us even have husbands!

image

THE HORROR!

Sometimes I feel too old for tumblr. I might have bought into this when I was younger - in fact, I did - and that’s a damn shame. It might matter at age 16, but in the real world, you can be fat and have a boyfriend/girlfriend (if you want to).

Kids: don’t buy into this. It’s just not true. Companies exist to profit off your insecurity and reinforce messages that you need to look a certain way before anyone will love you. But real, kind, beautiful men and women will still love you, easily, in whatever capacity you’re looking for. Give up the struggle of attempting to lose weight or look perfect, because you don’t need it to experience love. Hot men will still want to kiss you. Good men will still want to date you. I wish I’d known that when I was younger. But it was very freeing to learn it for myself.

(Source: yes-love-is-crazy)

Tagged: kids these days29 next week

14th January 2014

Text

2013

There was good in 2013. Here some of it is.

Trips:

Our second annual Vegas birthday trip. We stayed at the Elara and won some ducats. Ate foie gras as always, saw another Cirque show (I’m probably good on those for a while) and went to the mob museum. I am going to keep going to Vegas as long as it’s fun for me, and since I tend to enjoy the finer things in life (gambling, drinking, fine dining), I’m guessing I’ll feel that way for a while.

Coachella. Stayed in a hotel in Palm Springs and had a hot breakfast and swam in the pool every morning. If I ever do another Coachella (that was my 8th one!) no way I’m camping again. Highlight bands: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Metric, Grizzly Bear, Postal Service, Vampire Weekend, the Faint.

San Diego for 4th of July weekend: breweries, fireworks, burgers, burritos, the beach.

Seattle for Rian’s 30th birthday. So great.

I went to Denver to visit my best friend in September, while those torrential floods were happening. Eating at Rioja was amazing, though at the time I didn’t know how great of a place it was and just thought it was some nondescript fancy restaurant. There was bread service! I also went to San Antonio and Dallas for work. In Dallas I had an amazing show, ate at a different food truck every day, and met up with my internet bro of TEN YEARS.

My sister’s wedding:

This happened in late June. There was a lot of hullabaloo leading up to it, including a bachelorette party at the shooting range, a bridal shower, and a whole bunch of rehearsal dinner/pre-wedding activities. It was all very fun, but I was incredibly glad when it was over.

Shows:

Besides Coachella, there would have to be two highlights: Arcade Fire at Capitol and The National at the Greek.

Arcade Fire played a huge show outside Capitol on their record release day. But they also played a private show at the Capitol Studio, livestreamed for an NPR first listen, the day before the album was released, October 28. E and I went. Arcade Fire have been one of my 2 favorite bands for about 9 years and I was front row center at Capitol. I was also up in front seeing them at the Troubadour in January 2005, and years later I found out E was too, so this came nicely full circle to see them together. We touched Win Butler and had something resembling a conversation (well, the closest you can get to having a conversation while the show is being live broadcasted for millions of people).

The National was also a great show. Energizing in a way I hadn’t experienced in a while. I wrote about it here.

Other notables:

Iron and Wine at First Unitarian Church, Steve Martin at the Bowl with my mom, Vampire Weekend, Animal Collective, Yeezus.

Grifting:

For some reason the latter half of 2013 was marked by all these contest wins and free events. The best would have to be a charity event for Meals on Wheels held at the Grove. Actually, E and I both won a pair of tickets, so we went with my parents on a hot September Saturday and enjoyed gourmet food. We also got gift bags. We totally did not belong there and it was awesome.

A fancy new apartment complex opened up semi-near us this year, and they had this free patio party/BBQ. It was a surprisingly fun time and I enjoyed the horrible PBR and multi-ethnic crowd.

E won tickets to a Sunset and Dine food festival/screening of Sunset Boulevard, tickets to a South African Wine and Food Festival (which wasn’t that amazing, but on the other hand, if it’s free), a free bar tab somewhere, a free meal at a place in our hood and a $50 gift card elsewhere. Most awesomely, he also won Disneyland tickets on a total fluke.

Restaurants:

Bar Ama

Girasol

A-Frame

Sides Hardware

The Boathouse

Little Beast

Little Fork

Plan Check

Top Round

MP’s Soul Food

Oinkster (I’d been before, but not for a while)

TV:

Black Mirror

The Returned

Arrested Development

Mad Men

Breaking Bad

Orange Is The New Black

Other:

Magic Castle for the first/probably only time ever

Santa Anita racetrack

Food/wine events: LA Weekly Plate, Bacon and Barrels, Craft Beer Crawl, The Taste

Casinos: Chumash twice (Thanksgiving weekend/after Bacon & Barrels) and Pechanga (post-San Diego)

Birthday shindig: I had a big kid 28th birthday party with an astro jump

Started a beer meetup group

Breweries: Great Divide (Denver), Ballast Point, Lost Abbey, Monkish, Golden Road, Smog City

Fun stuff: Dia de los Muertos, Union Station Tour, Echo Park Lake, NoHo walking tour, Citystock, Cousin’s art show, Universal Studios, The Magic Flute

Cinespia (The Party, Caddyshack, The Breakfast Club)

Neighborhood tours: Culver City, Highland Park, Echo Park, Little Tokyo

24th December 2013

Link with 6 notes

UNPOPULAR OPINION: All This Sneering At Flavored Vodkas Is Just Thinly Veiled Misogyny →

This article, and the comments on it, are really interesting. The author points out how we are presented with a binary when it comes to a lot of things - in this case, drinks. You’re either a Ron Swanson who drinks whiskey and shoots elk, or you’re a Lesley Knope who drinks Appletinis and sings to Spice Girls - and if you’re the latter, the drinks are dismissed as “girly” “fruity” or some other thinly veiled insult of perceived femininity. In your drinks, the booze is disguised so it tastes good(? sweeter, anyway), because women aren’t supposed to like the taste of alcohol.

The thing is, in real life, things are much less clear cut. I run a beer meetup group, and most of the people who participate are women. I have been around guys who ordered Midori sours, or male bartenders (at a craft beer bar, no less!) who claimed to not like IPAs. At beer events, the gender split isn’t as skewed as you may expect. Some beers are an acquired taste regardless of your gender.

A lot of women commenting on this article talk about, and I myself have also experienced, the phenomenon of guys giving you props when you order something that falls outside the “expected” or “approved” “norms” of “what women drink.” I have been given props on everything from a Hendricks and tonic (probably because the guy didn’t know what Hendricks was) to some coffee stout whose name I don’t remember (this old dude asked if it was a Guinness and said “I’ve never seen a woman drink a Guinness” which, like, 1. You must not have been looking very hard, and 2. No no, Guinness is shit compared to this beer) to the Jameson on the rocks that I’ve taken to ordering recently (about 50% of the time, if a dude hears you order this he will turn around and cheers you).

Anyway, it’s a complicated feeling to have a sense of pride mixed with embarrassment/confusion or some other negative emotion, and it’s the same feeling I get when some guy on the street I don’t know says “Nice dress” while I’m walking my dog. You know it’s technically a nice thing to say, but it’s still unwarranted and you’re not doing anything for the approval of this dude anyway, so who gives a hoot what his opinion is?

Usually there’s nothing to say in this situation, but maybe (in the bar scenario) it’s a teachable moment.

Perhaps the world is divided into two categories of people: not women and men, but drinkers and non-drinkers. Recently a senior C-Level executive and I were chatting and he mentioned that he made himself a martini every Friday. Being a martini fan myself, I asked “Vodka or gin?” He said “Hendricks, with blue cheese stuffed olives.” I said “Yeah, it’s got to be Hendricks.” He was surprised that I knew what Hendricks was, because he’s never met anyone who was familiar with it. And he jokingly said “I have to shake your hand now.” Regardless of what you’re drinking - whipped cream vodka, vodka soda, sangria, barrel aged scotch, miller high life, newcastle, white zin, rum and coke - I hope we’re all getting enough of it.

Tagged: feminist drinkingdrinkingron swanson

8th December 2013

Video with 1 note

Wolf Parade, I’ll Believe in Anything. 2006.

You know that thing where this has been your favorite song for 7 years?

Tagged: wolf paradei'll believe in anything2006

20th November 2013

Photo

Just logged into a travel site for the first time in ages and came across my profile description. I think at this point I’d only ever been to Dallas, Nashville, and San Francisco (other than choir tours, Boston, and family vacations) but hey, it was all true. And still is - I, now with my boyfriend, love to plan 3-night trips to big cities, pour over hotel reviews to find one closest to city center, and spend tons of money on food and drink. I’m in a different tax bracket now, but I still love a great travel bargain.
Still haven’t taken a tropical vacation! That needs to change soon. Unlike 22 y/o me (or however old I was), 28 y/o me would loooove to lounge on the beach drinking an umbrella drink.

Just logged into a travel site for the first time in ages and came across my profile description. I think at this point I’d only ever been to Dallas, Nashville, and San Francisco (other than choir tours, Boston, and family vacations) but hey, it was all true. And still is - I, now with my boyfriend, love to plan 3-night trips to big cities, pour over hotel reviews to find one closest to city center, and spend tons of money on food and drink. I’m in a different tax bracket now, but I still love a great travel bargain.

Still haven’t taken a tropical vacation! That needs to change soon. Unlike 22 y/o me (or however old I was), 28 y/o me would loooove to lounge on the beach drinking an umbrella drink.

19th November 2013

Photo reblogged from Where is my Jet-Pack? with 78,326 notes

tzikeh:

George Zimmerman was arrested today for “felony aggravated assault with a weapon, misdemeanor battery-domestic violence and criminal mischief.” 
Why?
He pointed a gun at a white woman.
Let me be REALLY clear here: I am white, and I am a woman. I am not, in any way, shape, or form, saying that domestic violence isn’t a massive fucking problem. I am not saying that Samantha Scheibe wasn’t absolutely right to fear for her life, call the police, and press charges. I am 100% on Samantha Scheibe’s side—but the point I am making is not about her.
This is a man who, as I’m sure you can all *recite* by now, saw a black teenage boy named Trayvon Martin walking down the street, at which point Zimmerman followed Martin in his car, called the police, stopped his car and got out, taking his loaded gun with him, to follow Martin, and shot him to death. Martin was walking home from the store with Skittles and an iced tea.
Shot him to death. Police couldn’t give a shit. They let him go. You all know the rest of the disgusting story, racist story.
The guy points a gun at a white woman? He’s arrested, booked, and held without bail.
C’mon, FOX News, hold another fundraiser for the guy’s legal expenses!
I DARE YOU.

Co-signed.

tzikeh:

George Zimmerman was arrested today for “felony aggravated assault with a weapon, misdemeanor battery-domestic violence and criminal mischief.” 

Why?

He pointed a gun at a white woman.

Let me be REALLY clear here: I am white, and I am a woman. I am not, in any way, shape, or form, saying that domestic violence isn’t a massive fucking problem. I am not saying that Samantha Scheibe wasn’t absolutely right to fear for her life, call the police, and press charges. I am 100% on Samantha Scheibe’s side—but the point I am making is not about her.

This is a man who, as I’m sure you can all *recite* by now, saw a black teenage boy named Trayvon Martin walking down the street, at which point Zimmerman followed Martin in his car, called the police, stopped his car and got out, taking his loaded gun with him, to follow Martin, and shot him to death. Martin was walking home from the store with Skittles and an iced tea.

Shot him to death. Police couldn’t give a shit. They let him go. You all know the rest of the disgusting story, racist story.

The guy points a gun at a white woman? He’s arrested, booked, and held without bail.

C’mon, FOX News, hold another fundraiser for the guy’s legal expenses!

I DARE YOU.

Co-signed.

10th October 2013

Text

food is good.

No one is going to call me an Iron Chef any time soon, but damn I love whipping up on-the-fly dishes with my man. At some point last week, whatever we were having for dinner seemed a little lacking so we made cornbread. Yes, I just have cornstarch laying around.

Dinner this week has been basically seeing what we can do with a Costco rotisserie chicken ($5!) and whatever we have at home. Tuesday it was BBQ chopped salad. Last night it was oven baked nachos with black beans and whatever other toppings we could rustle up. Tonight it was pulled chicken braised with sirracha and bbq sauce, and I pureed sweet potatoes and then threw in whatever ingredients sounded good - maple syrup, butter, and pepper. Then for dessert we had apple slices with cookie butter. It was all so damn delicious and fun to cook on the fly. Best $5 Costco chicken ever.

4th October 2013

Text

If I Could See All My Friends Tonight

I went to Seattle three years ago and then again last weekend. This time it was with my exceptional boyfriend. It was my friend’s 30th birthday party and people were coming up from Portland and LA, including a couple who flew in as a surprise. As Helen Chance put it, it was like Rian was having a wedding to himself.

Saturday we headed to LAX for a Virgin America flight. God DAMN, I wish I could take every flight on Virgin. Everything about it was pleasant, even when we missed the boarding call for group A. We landed in Seattle, took the train to downtown, and got picked up by Nick and Heidi. We stopped at Ballard Pizza Co for inaugural Seattle beers, then headed to Nick’s apartment to freshen up and drink. The air felt and smelled amazing. At the appropriate time, we headed to Gainsbourg in Greenwood for the party. The night was an endless parade of hugs, drinks, catching up. When we arrived I fell right into conversation with a high school chum who had moved to Nashville after school but currently resides in Portland. I hadn’t seen him for years - I made a couple trips to Nashville and a friend and I even stayed at his place, but that was 2007. There was so much reminiscing and catching up. Seattle friends came by too, people that I know through Rian and Helen, and as a surprise another couple had also flown in from LA (I knew about it in advance) and it was like a big reunion of past and present, only with people you actually give a damn about. I made Rian play “All My Friends" and we all danced and formed a giant bear hug during the "WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS TONIIIIIIIIIIGHT?" It was incredibly late when we were done, and we passed out on the air mattress.

Sunday I’d been talking about a hangover brunch and was happy to get texts from people indicating that they were down for it. We agreed on 11-ish at the Hi-Life and stopped to get coffee at Caffe Fiore. Seven people at brunch, and a pitcher of mimosas helped us all feel a little more human. It was raining, and though there had been talk of Oktoberfest, we all decided to meet back up for happy hour later and go our own ways now. E and I headed to the Experience Music Project, spent a couple hours there and walked around Seattle Center. Then we headed over to the free Olympic Sculpture Garden, and the rain picked up so Nick came and got us, then we all headed to Ray’s Boathouse for happy hour. After a couple of rounds there, we went to Ballard and headed to King’s Hardware, then a forgettable pub called the People’s Pub, then we caught the bus to Rian’s to watch the penultimate episode of Breaking Bad. Nick came and got us and we went back.

The next day was Monday. We got up and took the bus to 3rd and Pike, for our own personal food tour of Pike Place Market. We’d been considering going on an official one, but that was kind of expensive and we figured we could spend less and sample exactly what we wanted to. We ate soooo much. A bagel, a pork sandwich, cherries, flavored honey sticks (which I hadn’t had since childhood and E had never tried), then just outside the market for Beecher’s mac and cheese and Russian piroshki, which I’d never tried or heard of. I observed that it looked very European riiiiight as we turned a corner and noticed a small alley with people sitting in bistro tables. Speaking of Europe. We got ginger beer from a specialty place, then had the clam chowder. After that point we didn’t have a ton else to do before walking about a mile away to the Seattle Underground tour. It was informative, and (as we know) I’m a sucker for tours of any kind. Once we were done there, we caught a bus to Ballard as Heidi wanted to try out her new grill. Probably the funniest thing that happened there was a spontaneous group sing-along of Gotye. “But you didn’t have to CUT ME OFF!” Later we headed to Rian’s DJ gig at Gainsbourg. It was dead, but we enjoyed the low-key atmosphere with some good food and drink. Brittney and I started a small dance party and things wound down, and we headed home.

Tuesday, we had one last brunch at a place in Ballard called Ridgeback. Eight people, seven crepes (and one breakfast burrito). From there, Nick drove us, Rian, and Bradley to the Ballard locks. It was such a goddamn beautiful day, and some nice lady gave us her parking sticker, and we went and saw the fish ladder before bidding the dudes adieu. Nick dropped us off at the light rail and we rode back to Sea-Tac, caught our plane, had to sit separately and I watched a shitload of Modern Family reruns.

Man, what a vacation. There is something great about having that kind of weekend, with so many group hangouts that materialize spontaneously. I never get that at home but it was amazing to have it with people who I don’t get to see as often as I’d like, in a gorgeous city, with my dude.

Tagged: ballardall my friendsbrunchvirgin america

27th September 2013

Text

Stuff I Don’t Have Time For on Facebook.

1. Aggressively anti-choice propaganda

2. Shitty self-promotion - if it’s posting about a show for your band or your gallery opening, that’s one thing. If it’s something for your corporation or whatever pyramid scheme you’re doing, stop.

3. Fitness/diet freaks. Special hat-tip to the people who combine this with #2 on the list and do a fitness-related pyramid scheme.

4. I am bothered that every woman changes her name on Facebook the day after she gets married. You’ve been with a guy four years, you have your own career. Then suddenly you want to be called Mrs? I don’t get it.

Tagged: this is what a feminist looks like