Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
i am materialistic and it's really fun!
okay, not to get all showy up in here, but two very beautiful objects have recently made their way into my life. the gorgeous blush colored bag was my birthday gift from robert, who showed impeccable taste in picking out girly stuff while still staying cool and understated. the morning of my 30th birthday i wasn't feeling well, so he made me breakfast in bed (with sooo much bacon!) and snuck my regular purse downstairs while i was hiding under the covers. when i finally shuffled downstairs, i found my foul old bag hanging next to this killer satchel and i pretty much body-slammed him in joy. we met my parents for a nice dinner at la belle vie, but i still wasn't 100% and barely made it through the dessert course. i still had a wonderful day, but i'm wondering...is it stupid to want to cradle my purse all the time?
the shoes on the right are a pair of wickedly beautiful indigo colored heels from stella mccartney that are going to be the shoes i get married in!! i know they don't seem particularly bridal, but that's the point! i'm not wearing white, why would i want to go conservative? (no offense to the kind gentleman who tried to fit me into a pair of pointy toe platinum pumps, but...) i love the shimmery raffia blossom over the toes...who could blame me if i trip going down the aisle because i'm still dazzled by my fantastically adorned feet? (just kidding, i know my eyes will be tearing up as i see rob at the end of the long walk through all of our loved ones.)
Sunday, February 24, 2008
**DIRTY THIRTY**
I party, I party, I party, I party!
Butterfly-balloon, vegan-cupcake, candles-blazing, impromptu-danceparty-sending-the-piano-bouncing, crank-calling, bourbon-shooting, secret-telling, mega-girl-time BASH!
Thanks to all those lovely ladies who made my early 30th birthday party so rad, so rowdy and so memorable!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I <3 Conversation Hearts
valentine's day is for the birds.
i was listening to MPR last night and jeffrey eugenides (author of "the virgin suicides" and "middlesex") was being interview about an anthology of love stories that he recently edited, called "my mistress's sparrow is dead." i tuned in at the tail end of the talk, and the interviewer was asking mr. eugenides if he was doing anything special for his wife for valentine's day. he replied that one of the reasons that he initially fell in love with his wife was because they both agreed that they would never celebrate this commodified holiday of something that should be intimate and meaningful. it was so funny to hear the disbelief in the interviewer's voice, and her insistance that CHOCOLATE AND FLOWERS MUST BE HAD!
(side note: jeffrey eugenides doesn't look ANYTHING like i imagined.)
i was in line at the drugstore this morning to buy some wax paper for making a vegan lemon meringue pie for rob (ok, i'm kind of a sap too) and the man in front of me was buying last minute gifts...and i use that word lightly. flowers, a stuffed...thing (i don't know...it might have been a dog, maybe a bear, definitely not something any adult should ever own) and a card. the man purchasing these treasures of the romantic spirit even declined to take an envelope to put the card in. *massive sigh* he scooped up some free candy on his way out. i wonder if the recipient of his offerings wouldn't have been happier to just get a handful of hershey kisses and a pinch on the cheek. when the cashier was ringing my wax paper up, he asked me if it was for baking. a reasonable question, but then there was this...
him: "i don't think people even bake anymore...i mean, most people can't even boil water."
me: "uuhhhh..."
him: "here, take some candy...since i'm not paying for it!!"
clearly, everyone was feeling cupid's arrows in there.
rob is singing at the Turf club tonight in St. Paul for "How Fucking Romantic" where a bunch of TC bands are covering The Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs. i really do like my lovey dovey holidays with a little bit of irony.
besides that, he is making us dinner, after which we will give my vegan confection a try (no promises.) regardless of the day, i'm still getting all the love i could ever want from the most lovely man i've ever met. and i didn't even have to buy him candy!
i was listening to MPR last night and jeffrey eugenides (author of "the virgin suicides" and "middlesex") was being interview about an anthology of love stories that he recently edited, called "my mistress's sparrow is dead." i tuned in at the tail end of the talk, and the interviewer was asking mr. eugenides if he was doing anything special for his wife for valentine's day. he replied that one of the reasons that he initially fell in love with his wife was because they both agreed that they would never celebrate this commodified holiday of something that should be intimate and meaningful. it was so funny to hear the disbelief in the interviewer's voice, and her insistance that CHOCOLATE AND FLOWERS MUST BE HAD!
(side note: jeffrey eugenides doesn't look ANYTHING like i imagined.)
i was in line at the drugstore this morning to buy some wax paper for making a vegan lemon meringue pie for rob (ok, i'm kind of a sap too) and the man in front of me was buying last minute gifts...and i use that word lightly. flowers, a stuffed...thing (i don't know...it might have been a dog, maybe a bear, definitely not something any adult should ever own) and a card. the man purchasing these treasures of the romantic spirit even declined to take an envelope to put the card in. *massive sigh* he scooped up some free candy on his way out. i wonder if the recipient of his offerings wouldn't have been happier to just get a handful of hershey kisses and a pinch on the cheek. when the cashier was ringing my wax paper up, he asked me if it was for baking. a reasonable question, but then there was this...
him: "i don't think people even bake anymore...i mean, most people can't even boil water."
me: "uuhhhh..."
him: "here, take some candy...since i'm not paying for it!!"
clearly, everyone was feeling cupid's arrows in there.
rob is singing at the Turf club tonight in St. Paul for "How Fucking Romantic" where a bunch of TC bands are covering The Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs. i really do like my lovey dovey holidays with a little bit of irony.
besides that, he is making us dinner, after which we will give my vegan confection a try (no promises.) regardless of the day, i'm still getting all the love i could ever want from the most lovely man i've ever met. and i didn't even have to buy him candy!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I...Love...My...Jaaaawwwb.
...and because i don't get to vent about waiting tables outside of work...i give you these little gems:
just because you call the new, hip restaurant and make your precious reservation, show up on time, and sit in my section doesn't mean that you are renting me for the 2 or so hours that you insist of sitting in your booth. believe it or not, it doesn't mean that you can grab my arm and make very personal inquiries about my life and my choices. do you know how many times i've been asked about the tattoo on my wrist? have you never seen a tattoo there before? is this 1950?! why do you always ask if it hurt?!! what's with the morbid curiosity? would you prefer that i respond, "well, ACTUALLY, it was so terrible that i lost a pint of blood and had to be rushed to the emergency room, and i eventually contracted Hepatitis C...so, how are your entrees?"
people who eat out: DON'T TOUCH YOUR SERVERS!! DON'T ASK THEM INANE QUESTIONS ABOUT THEMSELVES!! yes, it's a public job, but that doesn't mean that it has to become personal too. (*incidentally, a man did ask me last night if i got my wrist tattoo to display my machismo. who am i, sylvester stallone?! i also had a clever answer from a younger guy when i asked if i could get his table anything else.."yeah, do you have 1,000 dollars?" to which i replied, "hmm, well if i did i definitely wouldn't be standing here holding your dirty dishes." THAT one felt good.
i like my job well enough, but sometimes i just don't know about people. every once in a while you get a really lovely experience, but usually i feel like i'm walking a tightrope over a pit of morons and social imbeciles.
just because you call the new, hip restaurant and make your precious reservation, show up on time, and sit in my section doesn't mean that you are renting me for the 2 or so hours that you insist of sitting in your booth. believe it or not, it doesn't mean that you can grab my arm and make very personal inquiries about my life and my choices. do you know how many times i've been asked about the tattoo on my wrist? have you never seen a tattoo there before? is this 1950?! why do you always ask if it hurt?!! what's with the morbid curiosity? would you prefer that i respond, "well, ACTUALLY, it was so terrible that i lost a pint of blood and had to be rushed to the emergency room, and i eventually contracted Hepatitis C...so, how are your entrees?"
people who eat out: DON'T TOUCH YOUR SERVERS!! DON'T ASK THEM INANE QUESTIONS ABOUT THEMSELVES!! yes, it's a public job, but that doesn't mean that it has to become personal too. (*incidentally, a man did ask me last night if i got my wrist tattoo to display my machismo. who am i, sylvester stallone?! i also had a clever answer from a younger guy when i asked if i could get his table anything else.."yeah, do you have 1,000 dollars?" to which i replied, "hmm, well if i did i definitely wouldn't be standing here holding your dirty dishes." THAT one felt good.
i like my job well enough, but sometimes i just don't know about people. every once in a while you get a really lovely experience, but usually i feel like i'm walking a tightrope over a pit of morons and social imbeciles.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Persistent Vision
Three weeks from today will be my 30th birthday. I feel surprisingly ambivalent about it...and I think that's probably a pretty good thing. To be honest, I've been too busy to worry about much of anything, least of all something I have no control over (I know, I know...I COULD always put myself in deep-freeze, but it's expensive!!) I've started teaching a new class and I am chin deep in wedding plans. I haven't been making much new photographic work, but the weather has been so dismal it's practically a miracle that I even wake up in the morning! I have been spending a lot of time researching calls for artists to put my work out in the real world, and I've been trying to rework my website so that it makes more sense.
Speaking of photos, I've been looking at older photographers, namely Lee Friedlander and Lee Miller. Both artists have a very particular eye that distinguishes them-lately I've found myself fretting over my own work, wondering what is going to set it apart and how it's going to endure. I still don't know the answer to that question, but I have the feeling people like Friedlander and Miller didn't entertain those questions very often.
Speaking of photos, I've been looking at older photographers, namely Lee Friedlander and Lee Miller. Both artists have a very particular eye that distinguishes them-lately I've found myself fretting over my own work, wondering what is going to set it apart and how it's going to endure. I still don't know the answer to that question, but I have the feeling people like Friedlander and Miller didn't entertain those questions very often.
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