Also, this is the state of the web right now. Spot on.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Today is the day of noun/verb monosyllabic blog post titles.
So. However you feel about planking, I feel like you have to admit that this is the best.
So my theory on planking, if you will allow me to do some comedic analysis for a moment, is that the funniest part is NOT the ludicrous or awkward location, though it can put a plank over the top (see photo above - the pony is EATING!). The funniest part is the head, which must be in line with the spine and therefore force the face downwards in a position that otherwise doesn't really happen in life. Unless maybe you are dead and have undergone rigor mortis, in which case you're not in life anyway, so my theory holds.
The arms are funny too.
Dancing might be the best thing humans do. I wish I was a dancer. Coco, my elderly German BFF from Amanda and Joschi's wedding, thinks I should be a professional dancer. She repeatedly told me I have heart, which she demonstrated by poking me in the boob while saying, "You dance from there." She may have been right, because I definitely don't dance from my head, where presumably a sense of rhythm would be stored. I mostly dance like a crazy person.
Anyway. This video is rad, and lovely, and evocative. Thumb's up.
I discovered it on the Wellesley Underground blog, which you should read even if you did not go to Wellesley. It's run by former and current students, and it largely covers feminist news and commentary, with some inexplicable items like reader-submitted armpit photos thrown in. Also thumb's up. To the blog, not the armpits. It will give you a satisfying sense of rage that will hopefully make you take on current power structures within your daily life. At least, that is what I am hoping it will do for me.
I had such an interesting run yesterday! It was a short one around the neighborhood, but packed with action. I ran past a house on fire, as firefighters stormed in and smoke billowed from the roof and the top floor windows. The smoke followed me for blocks, so I veered south and ran into the Castro farmer's market, which had absolutely gorgeous bags of salad greens with nasturtium flowers scattered throughout. I would have taken a photo if I had not been so sweat-addled.
I then busted uphill and stumbled into Healthy Spirits, which is possibly the finest small beer store I 've seen. I awkwardly explained to the clerk that I am a beer nerd and couldn't believe I had never been in before, and he gave me a quick tour. All the beers I drank in Belgium: they had them. A local nano-brew that I need to get my hands on: they had it. All my future moneys: they have them.
All this is why I don't run in a gym.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
So many things to be excited about these days. Mike's little sister gets into town today, which means lots of baking and eating good things and not going to bars (she's 19), which is a welcome change from our generally lush-ious lifestyle. It's also gorgeous out, and we have no firm plans for this weekend. Hallelujah! Then Beth and Goof get married next weekend, holy cannoli, which will mean all kinds of celebrating. All kinds.
But. Since I had promised more photos, I had better follow through. Here are just a few from Amanda's wedding in Bonn.
And I leave you with the Wellesley ladies with all their demon eyes.
Monday, July 18, 2011
So pretty, so sexy.
This weekend San Francisco and I bro'd down, so I am no longer super sad to not be in Paris anymore. I mean, if I could teleport back there for a bit I definitely would, but it is also nice to be home. We had guests in town, which meant Fly Bar on a Friday night. But first Mike took his brother disc golfing in Golden Gate Park, and I jogged the three miles out to meet them after I finished work for the day. SF really is ace for outdoor exercise, especially when there's a bit of a breeze and even some fog to sprinkle my sweaty face. Now that I'm used to it, running when it's over 65 degrees causes me to melt.
Saturday we ate brunch at a sidewalk table in the Mission, which is about as close to the experience of a Paris cafe as I'm going to get. We had friends over for dinner, ordered an embarrassing amount of Thai food (Modern Thai on Polk, get on it), and then I slept like baby. Sunday I made delicious delicious Dutch Babies, which we ate on the porch until a last-minute crowd came over for the women's World Cup soccer game. Oh, the excitement! Oh, the heartbreak! It was up and down and up and down, and then just down. Oh well. The day redeemed itself via gardening, a long walk/run through the park, and "homemade" pizza, all ingredients supplied by Lucca's. Divine.
And yet, and yet. This morning was tough, for no one reason I can put my finger on. Maybe because it felt a bit - only a bit - like a warm summer morning, something I pine for every foggy San Francisco "summer" day. Maybe because work is overwhelming when you get back from vacation, and the to-do list is long. And maybe - just maybe - because I'd rather be wandering around the Marais, drinking coffee and eating these.
But don't worry about me! Really, don't. I know you were concerned that I am wasting away from having had too much fun on vacation. There are all kinds of excitements coming up in the next few weeks, including the imminent arrival of another Mike sibling, and then the chance to throw myself into the role of Bridesmaid.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
I'm back from Europe! I managed to sleep for most of the two flights, and then crash as soon as I got home, so I'm feeling pretty sprightly for having traveled for 24 hours. I had an absolutely fabulous time, and I would really love to be back in Paris right now, sitting in front of the cafe in our neighborhood, drinking wine and nibbling delicious foods.
Instead I am in chilly San Francisco, where at least my now-constant need for excitement is being fed by a stream of visitors for the next month. I'll be posting photos from my trip soon, but if you'd like to see them now, friend me on Google+, where I pretty much documented my trip in real time.
Friday, July 1, 2011
I leave in two days for Paris, I have a terrifying amount to get done, and I kicked off my day with a series of early-morning video conferences with Dublin, London, Paris, and Sao Paulo. What the people on the other end did not know what that while I had on dangly earrings and a nice top, I was actually wearing very little in the way of pants.
While I am frazzled out of mind, I did take the time to get my hairs did, and I am blonder than ever. My hair dude is the best hair dude. Paris, look out!