STAGES 09
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*thank you Nike!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
LATE NIGHT, PARIS
I can see La Tour Eiffele from my balcony. Yes, Paris rocks. More tomorrow or the next day!
xoxo, wee
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
JULY 15, 5 YEARS AFTER
My favorite email in some time:
Yo,
Just wanted you to know that there will be a car waiting to pick you
up at the airport in Paris, just look for the dude holding yer name
up!
J
I am off to Paris tomorrow, (finally, already! yipes!) and I cannot wait to bum around the city for a few days and eat, eat, eat! The hotel is booked and my girl Charlie is hauling my ass to dinner and the airport in just over 24 hours. I have no idea what I am walking into, but that is exactly how cancer was 5 years ago. Indeed I happen to be flying on the exact 5 year anniversary of having that nifty little tumor cut out and pickled in a jar. Seems like this year all those days you think you will never forget or recover from, are having their memories replaced by things like interviews and trips on airplanes to romantic destinations.
5 years out and my legs feel strong, my head is clear and I am ready to embrace the path I cannot see. I beat cancer, I know I will be taken good care of from here on out. I guess I just needed to find a little faith.
xoxo, wee
Saturday, July 11, 2009
SERIES: THINGS I LOVE
Did you know that I love old firehouses? Well, I do. Like a whole lot. In fact I have always thought it would be ridiculously cool to live in a converted one. And wouldn't you know I moved around the corner from the former Engine no. 23 building? I just might have to look into if it is for sale.
* there is another old timey firehouse on my way to work. it makes me smile every morning.
SAD OLD LADY
Every year we take Mom to the horses for her birthday. And every year there are less people in the stands, less races on the track. We all kind of collectively determined that this was our 10th year in coming to the races. Naturally we retold our memories of that first year when it was hot, hot, hot and full of people, kids and horses. There was a carnival for the kids and more bbq and bacon wrapped hot dogs then you could shake a stick at. Firework stands flanked every exit from the parking lot. We bought a few boxes on the way out, and rode home most likely a bit pink, smelling of dirt and hay, still clutching racing forms and a couple extra dollars. I couldn't order a beer or bet that year.
What a difference a decade makes. Recently the last legal roadblock to development of the land was removed. Sadly it will only be a matter of time until Hollywood Park shutters her doors and the big machines move in to tear her down and cart her away. I will not be surprised, but I will be haunted. I learned to ride a horse early in life. I love the big, skittish creatures. I love the romance of the track. In second grade I discovered and read the novel Man O'War. I fell in love with a country so obsessed by horses that it spilled over into places like Tijuiana where men could gamble and ladies were rarely seen. Horse fever gripped the nation and gave us something to believe in as the Great Depression washed across every acre and stole fortunes and futures and splintered families.
This year there were so few people, it was quiet. I could have ordered a beer, but without summer's carefree communal attitude, what was the point? And the fireworks? One lone stand with 3 customers, on the 4th of July.
Everything changes.
* Hollywood Park Race Track
Friday, July 10, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM AND COUNTRY!!!
laughed so hard we cried. and I spit water, in public.
*July 4, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
DRESS CHECK!
Which dress is going with me to the super secret event? Have I mentioned that it is in Paris?
we all know I love the grey
bang trim anyone?
one shoulder with modern draping - yes please
a summertime take on the LBD
urban cool
the naked dress has no back
a crepe classic
this would be appropriate...
wee got it!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
898
This is post 898 according to the backend of blogger. Interesting. 3:16 am, also interesting.
I have a rabid mosquito. No, seriously. The kid is on drugs. Serious bug drugs. I first woke up tonight to scratching matching handcuff bites. My elbow itched. What the hell? 3 bites. Red puffy bites. That is f*cked up. I lie in stealth and read, waiting for his return. No dice. Seen but unsquished.
I give up. Phone rings.
Disturbing crank call that I listened to for far too long. Now I am super awake and cruising the internet in frustration. And you know what? The f*cker bit me AGAIN. On the toe. I looked down and there he be, sucking away and waving. Then he buzzed off. I was too stunned to swat.
I didn't even feel it. That is not right. How the hell else are you supposed to kill them if they can bite you unannounced at 3 am?
I cry foul! And something has got to be done about these guys. How do you mosquito proof a house with industrial push windows and no screens?
signed, West Nile Anyone?
Monday, June 29, 2009
ENJOYING LIFE IN LA, PART II
I still believe in the magic of this town. I don't know how else to explain everything that is going on. On Saturday I was asked to rehash some pretty heavy life experiences. At the end of it I was left feeling so grateful and enchanted. Life feels really good and strong right now. I cannot imagine all this happening in any other city. For all the times when it was painful before and I felt like LA might just toss me out, were leading up to now. I cannot wait to see where this train is going.
More as this adventure continues to unfold.
me and my crew from Nike
ENJOYING LIFE IN LA, PART I
good
better
best!
* Hollywood Bowl, Janell Monae/Chaka Chan (filling in for Etta James)/Adele
SEE LIFE
Living in Los Angeles, the chance to see actual life is fleeting and generally you must go looking for it. Like say at sea!
dolphin backflip!
ON SATURDAY I FOUND OUT WHY THIS HAS BEEN AN OBSESSION FOR THE LAST WEEK
* this so makes me want to go back the great depression and sing in a river while hoisting a bottle of moonshine.
WEB OPS DOWN!
The office went down kind of hard today. We had a rear end collision, a sprained (hopefully) ankle and a cute guy who didn't call (ok, I stole that one from Advertising). Also a super interesting hallway conversation about Calvin Klein seamless undies being worth going broke over and 3 designers drooling over my gay husband (yes I was included and yes it was his cute guy who didn't call).
In other news I did find out that the office is gifting me a dress for my super secret event next month. Guess I didn't make out so badly.
xoxo, wee
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
SATURDAY SAILING WITH CHARLIE
How it started:
It's also wrong of me to admit that I had this album AND still know all the words... the shame... the shame...
What do ya got going on this weekend - wanna fu*k off an entire Sat. and drive to Ventura to kayak at some islands?
xo,
C
I like what you're thinking.
-Marlo
The kayaking went down hard (even after I got so excited that I ran around the office arms flailing, yelling double KAYAK!!) Actually the whole afternoon crashed and burned and culminated with 2 fancy new nick names in honor of our 1970's personas that were born later that night. But THAT is a whole other story. Holy run on sentence Batman.
We did however go sailing instead. Hello! It's whale watching season.
our merry schooner
Charlie's ready!
it was windy and perfect for inflating the sails
Charlie helps
Marlo enjoys the sitting portion
our camera shy Captain
bye boat!
* charter the Bill of Rights
IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS IN JULY
* my life is kind of like this...as in "you tell her it's great, she's killed half of it."
Monday, June 22, 2009
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