MOVING 06/09 PART ONE
The Old:
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I SURRENDER
Typically I don't post about hot men. However, I came across this today and I had to, for my own sake (because for as much as I call this a blog, it's my diary, and damnit Ed Westwick is beautiful). So you loose Corey Hart, I totally surrender to this:
a little gatsby...a little skinny tie...
SANS SUNGLASSES
This has got to stop. Where did my brain even dig this up?
* thank god for the internet. if I had not been able to track this down as Corey Hart, I might have gone insane.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
LISTEN HERE
Over the last 2 weeks I have had a succession of random songs enter my head, averaging one per day. It shows up generally before I leave the house and is an indicator of the feel of the day, or a clue that maybe I will remember at a key moment. It's an interesting phenomenon I have decided to share with all of you. No judging since one day last week was Bobby Brown!
Today: Carolina Liar, "I'm Not Over"
Monday, June 15, 2009
I'M SCARED. ARE YOU?
Meet Cap-Sac. He's like a trip to Atlantic City, for your head via the American Apparel bus. Or maybe it's just that it is a Monday and I am bitter. Meh.
* the whole story
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
KINGDOM CALLING
Several weeks ago an odd series of missed calls showed up on my mobile. I knew they were international calls by the little + in front of all the numbers. But I didn't recognize the country code. Upon a wee google search I discovered someone in Saudi Arabia was hot on my trail. Interesting. Having never been to Saudi myself I was at a loss until one bright Sunday morning I caught one of those calls. It was my good buddy and former neighbor who shipped out on Christmas for the Middle East (only I though he was in Afghanistan). We had an awesome chat and dang was that satellite phone of his amazing! It sounded like he was in my kitchen with me. Go, go gadget technology.
It was also a polite reminder that we still have guys over there that need all our support and gratitude. USO
he called right after this sand storm had finally passed
more blowing sand
women's rights in full effect
fuck that's hot
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
SPATIAL RELATIONS
I am a planner. A mind mapping, day dreaming planner. I have lived entire lives inside random Sunday afternoons with good light and an internet connection. I am trying to do more real living and less couch fantasizing. But boy, the prospect of a new space has pushed my wee brain into overdrive, or overdream as it were.
There are a few things that I will need. Like rugs and bar stools and probably lamps. Then there are the things that I will want. Like color and texture and movement. If I was hiring a fabulous interior designer I would say, "Somethings borrowed (books), somethings blue (a stellar, electric, peacock blue), somethings old (vintage Bertoia bar stools) and somethings new (fat, fluffy rugs), and make sure there are wheels and things that hang! Go."
design idea: high planters
for the studio
the lamps over the bar, the rug under the bed
can you imagine a row of these hung high over the dining room table?
paying homage
Monday, June 1, 2009
UPDATE - THE DREGS
I just packed a box with baking sheets, a vintage Louis Vuitton bag and a stray book. Awesome.
xoxo, wee
I HAVE APARTMENT A.D.D.
Tonight I ate pasta out of a box, made with only water (it called for milk and butter) out of the one bowl not packed, off of a plastic fork that may or may not have been the previous cat fork, and guess what? It tastes fine. THAT'S HOW MUCH SALT IS IN THERE!
I have reached that point where I cannot believe how many boxes there are and the kitchen is officially the worst room to pack. Nothing fits nicely into a box and there are things like rice and flour in that box, that could cause a hot mess that I CANNOT HANDLE RIGHT NOW. I have to date made 3 trips to Goodwill already and need to go again tomorrow before work. I have shed 4 full bags of books. I have tossed out countless half empty bottles of soap, lotion and things so old they could no longer be identified (why in the hell did I move those a year ago?) I am staring at a stack of cd's that are so not backed up on my mactop, and they might go anyway. Do I really need a full clothing rack of clothes? Plus 6 bins of folded items and a closet full of coats? Holy god let's not talk shoes. Basically, I am over it. Unless someone brings me a delivery of beer, BIG boxes and someone to do the work while I drink the beer.
I hope I love the next place.
For the love of EVERYTHING, please let me love the next place.
Friday, May 29, 2009
BUGGY
This is my contribution to the office playlist as we are stuck here on a Friday fumigating buggy code. Joy.
1989 - I detect a theme this week.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
HAIR APPARENT
Okay so I am slowing crawling back to the blog world. At some point very soon (when I am good and broke from paying too much new rent) I will be back in earnest, with blog posts from way back. But in the mean time I have been cruising my fellow bloggies and leaving comments and having good laughs about bad hair. Why? Because after cancer you have to suffer through every bad hair stage on the planet. From clear fuzz to that awesomely awkward stage just past your ears, (where your face looks like the good year blimp) and now finally to my shoulders.
M. in NYC (whose blog I reworked a couple of years back) is suffering from the dreaded bad hair cut. I had to post about my girl Erika, who cuts literally all but one of my girls heads, and really is that god - I meant to type good but, god might be more appropriate - has been my savior. When the hair starting cropping back up, she cut it for free. Yes, free in Los Angeles home of the 200.00 blow dry. Since the start I have given her free reign, no clipped out magazine photos of models, nothing. Just my ass in the chair and the words, "I trust you." My head has never looked better.
In March I turned 30 (!) and 3 days before I was in her chair with perfect color, blown dry and bluntly trimmed. Collectively we looked in the mirror and she stated that I needed bangs. I have not had bangs since I was 8 years old. My eyes bugged out a bit and I flat out said, "I don't do bangs." After a staring contest of wills, I rolled my eyes and told her, if I look 12 it's on, like in the parking lot on. The rest is hair history.
hollywood bang
beach bang
* M come to LA!! For the love of all things face related and feeling good about one's self - get on that plane!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
ROUND AND ROUND THIS RIDE GOES
I know I have been missing lately (okay a bit more than lately), but until I am back (like back BACK) here is a little something my ears are loving.
Carina Round
* BTW she has a residency at the Hotel Cafe for the next 3 weeks.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
POPPED CULTURE
Last Tuesday I was invited to the opening of a rather unique art show. It was a showcase of murals by LA Artist Kent Twitchell, that have been lost. The experience of standing next to a 70 ft. Steve McQueen is both humorous and humbling. Also lucky for me, Kent is super cool! He is a great artist role model and has a very grounded perspective on his work and what it means to be a "public" artist.
Read The Times review here.
the king of cool - Steve McQueen!
the muralist and his muse...his very BIG muse
it's paint by numbers
no, really. see?
the freeway lady
after being lost, work has started on the second version of her - in a new home
wee and the artist!
* LOOK Gallery @ LA Mart Design Center
thru Apr. 27, by appt. only
Monday, March 9, 2009
TEMPTING SPARKLES
S: I miss your cooking! Mexico sucks.
J: Sparky, when you are done chasing sharks, this is waiting for you!
that's croatian farmer food with lamb, bolognese and bbq beef (that's new!)
Sunday, March 8, 2009
MESSY JESSIE
This is a view of one of the myriad of reasons I have fallen off the face of the planet. 
This is what happens when an artist is commissioned to do a piece and they have no studio. Good Times!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
FOREVER IN SYNTH
* If only this was piped out onto the streets of BH every time I went there walking...
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