Archive | September, 2010

Hot. Pink. Duct. Tape.

29 Sep

Hot wad.

Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod. So, Duct Tape is awesome for just about everything, right? (Example). WELL. Guess what’s even awesomer than regular Duct Tape. HOT PINK DUCT TAPE. It makes everything look ten times pinker AND you can use it everywhere. On walls, cats, for wrapping up koekje’s (see previous post), fixing anything MacGyver would fix

The world is opening up before you. Now everything – EVERY – THING – must have Duct Tape onnnnn iiiiiit…

Door heart tape.

Cat no-heart tape.


C is for Cookie.

29 Sep

Ingredients. Some of them anyway.

Cookies happened in my apartment yesterday. I got a bee in my bonnet about baking. So I did. On a really hot day in my no-A/C apartment. {Why wouldn’t I wanna fire up my rarely used oven on a day like that! Sweet, sweaty, domestic bliss!} Maybe it was the heat stroke I was suffering, but suddenly I started wondering why we call cookies “cookies”. But we say we bake them. We bake cookies. We don’t cook cookies. Or bake “bakies”. So what gives, English? Nerd Alert  –> The name derives from the Dutch word koekje or (informal) koekie which means little cake, and arrived in the English language through the Dutch in North America.

Well… Who would care for a chocolate chip koekje? Recipe (From the back of the Ghirardelli bag. I used salted butter because that’s what I had. I also added a bit of instant espresso powder to give the chocolate some kick. And no nuts – ruiners of dessert!)

The Swifts.

28 Sep

Alriiiiiight… I finally did it. I had a night off (on a freakishly warm autumn day) and I witnessed the flight of the Swifts into the Chapman Elementary School chimney. These birds gather in the hundreds, swirling around the sky like a wild tornado, until the precise moment when they form a tight funnel and pour into the chimney to sleep for the night. It’s pretty fantastic to watch. I was busy trying to snap a nighttime photo of high speed wildlife when – A HAWK – swooped in for a bird-snack! And why not… there were seemingly billions of Swifts to pick from.

Good people of Portland… this hawk thing seems to be a normal (yes, natural) occurrence. Anyone who’s seen the Swifts has probably seen a badass hawk dive in like a ferocious dog into a pile of baby bunnies. Why does no one mention this!! That you’ll likely see the cold blooded murder of an innocent bird just stylishly trying to get a good night’s rest.

…Or. Is that why we go…? Yes, we like the Swifts, the people watching and that sweet little boy who sells cookies in his front yard. But, man. That hawk can really put on a show…

Montgomery Park sign at night.

Chapman Elementary. Watching the sky...

Swifts diving into the chimney.

Losing my camping virginity.

26 Sep

I spent a weekend (a two night stand – !) losing my camping virginity to Harris Beach State Park in Brookings, Oregon. I was nervous about it, but as soon as I realized camping is all about fire, S’mores and whiskey, I had hearts in my eyes. It’s a lovely, clean, safe camp site  in southern OR. A long ride from Portland, but well worth the trip. You fall asleep to the sound of (real) ocean waves and wake up to the low buzz of hummingbirds, while tucked in amongst skyscraping trees. There’s a little town with plenty of vintage shopping (I nearly came home with a gramophone I didn’t need), breakfast places (holy chocolate chip pancakes), a ginormo Fred Meyer and even a hipster bar.

It was also the last weekend I spent with my dog Poquito, before sending him off to his new, loving owners. As it turns out, he loves camping too (and spazzy running on the beach, and eating hot dogs and farting.) An amazing weekend in the wild! (With running water, toilets and showers. Don’t judge. I like my amenities…)

Harris Beach.

The woods along the coast.

Poquito gets to know a Rogue Chocolate Stout.

Sun breaking through the clouds.

Bat ears.

K on the rocks.


Natalia Fabia.

24 Sep

I was browsing the interwebs and came across Natalia Fabia. She’s based out of LA, painting a whole lot of sultry ladies. I love these two pieces in particular. The first, for its sort of unexceptional subject matter. A moment that seems to be happening out of frame. The second, for its over-the-top salaciousness, in a compromising pose. (I would have titled it “The Bawdy Bowl”). Her work is lose, but almost photographic when viewed as a whole. I hope to run into her when I move to LA…

Rock And Roll Luau by Natalia Fabia

Powder Room by Natalia Fabia

A weekend in Lancaster County.

23 Sep

I visited my family this weekend in Lancaster, PA. Specifically to see my Mom’s new musical. The world premiere of “Georgia O’Keeffe: A Woman On Paper” with the Lancaster Opera Company. I felt so proud of my Mom and everyone who worked to bring this project to life on stage.  I laughed, cried, caught up with good friends, met new ones, got back to my roots. (Whoopie pies and black and white cookies… you slay me.)

You can take the girl out of Pennsylvania, but you can’t take the Pennsylvania out of the girl.

Show program.

Riding to the show. VIP's, back seat of the hybrid Camry, yo.

My sister's sassy shoes.

The composer (with adoring fans...)

Gala chocolates - an homage to the infamous O'Keeffe cow skull.

Tea party (*Pemberley Geisha Green Tea!) at the Lancaster Arts Hotel.

I love Lucy.

23 Sep

I’m reading Lucille Ball’s autobiography. For inspiration. A manuscript discovered after her death, by her children. An excerpt:

“The important thing is to develop as a woman first, and a performer second. You won’t be happy, whatever you do, unless you’re comfortable with your own conscience. Keep your head up, keep your shoulders back, keep your self-respect, be nice, be smart. Before that brilliant hit performance came ten, fifteen, sometimes twenty years in the salt mines, sweating it out.”

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