CROATIAN FISH LUNCH - SUNDAY '08

ohhhh! 3 kinds of fishes!












master chef B!






the best part - naps!

DIXIE STRIKES IT RICH

Gold. Pure gold.



* c/o Dixie

WTF - THE K.I.T. EDITION

arrrg!

* c/o cuteoverload!

YES! THIS IS MY MIND

This is exactly what it is like in my mind! A very good song, remixed for Europe, with Toki-cutness run amok, and the world's longest intro!

WHIZ

It's 5 am and I am sitting here realizing SXSW is next week and this year just feels like it is whizzing by. Most currently I am camped out in my living room under a blanket admiring the view. There is a litter of B's in the corner, some ER Vets type show on my TV and any casual viewer would be hard pressed to decide if I am pushing 15 or 30.

The good news is that I am nearly all settled into my new spaces. True, my stove still doesn't work (week 3), I desperately need a couch and I haven't sorted the clothes storage issue, but I feel like I am rooting away very nicely. B is proving to be a demanding fashion diva at the office and she and I are currently on the mat with WM. We are going green if it kills me.

It has been a good lesson in patience. I am not necessarily the most patient individual, and I am looking for some change. I want to work smarter. I want to travel more. I want to have the freedom to - explore myself. Doesn't that all sound like a cause you want to donate to? I feel like I am finally figuring some things out that most people learn closer to 15 and that maybe that is okay with me. Now I just want to hurry up and get there, where ever that might be.

Guess I should go back to bed and dream on that.

I HEART THE FRENCH!!

whee!! Go TECHTONIK!

* WARNING: this song will get stuck in your head!

MR. PHILLIPS

did you catch him?!

* playa del rey lagoon

LIVE A LITTLE!

Tonight on the phone my friend described herself as sparkly, then she told me I need to become Cleopatra.

We LOVE her.

WHO I'D LIKE TO MEET

* stolen from S!!

FUSTER CLUCK.

I am moving at home. Oy.

I now reside in a mostly empty gargantuan apartment. My books have taken up with the kitchen and there is only a multi colored string of holiday lights lighting the living room. And some piece of me loves the Andy Warhol-ish look of things around here. With the wind howling outside it even of feels like NY.

I am moving at work. Oy Oy.

Today was my final day with B's movie career. I completed my remaining mechanical files for Hong Kong, emailed the retoucher one last time. Then I said goodbye to B the Movie Star. And hello, B the Fashion Model!! That's right kids I'm moving teams to B's Sophisticated Savvy Style Team! Gosh I am so excited, I just might have to stop here for a quick cocktail (you know we keep it gassed up and ready to go for the employees)!!

I am moving my Spring trip to London. Oy Oy - Oy!!!

With all this moving it looks like London will be on hold for a bit. I am none too thrilled about this, but I have the sneaking suspicion there might be a master plan at work here. All this moving can't be without reason. I am certainly not bored!

ps * while not bored, a tad stressed isn't too far off the mark. none of my bloggy buddies have a beach house I can rent for super cheap, do they?

THAT'S SOME CRAZY WEATHER WE'RE HAVING

Yes that is hail. From 3am at the beach. It was an interesting and sleepless night. Here's the run down, all this took place in one night, at one apartment (mine!): a roommate bomb explosion (I predict lots of fallout - goodie, more on this soon!), a hail storm, my neighbor lost his job, I kind of lost my mind and then we lost a tree.

Yes indeed that is some crazy weather we are having.

CURTAINS

I must be as in shock as anyone over Heath Ledger. There are just some actors that you think have it all together. For me he was one of them. Burgeoning career, baby girl...the world at large at his finger tips. I was rudely alerted to his passing via an office mate who took it upon herself to shout above our cubes that he had died of a drug overdose. This was wrong and vile on more levels than I care to acknowledge.

Before we know anything, and above all, this was a human being, a man and a father. My heart goes out to his family. And he deserves better than media speculation, office gossip and rumors. May you go with grace to where it is you are going. I for one, am looking forward to your Joker, and wish that this was a joke on all of us.

Heath Ledger, April 4, 1979 - January 22, 2008

ODE TO APPLE!

wait for it...and be happy!

HOW TO No.2, GROW A MALE MODEL

More in the continuing how to series...Take one classic name, and replace with the equivalent surfer monkier!! Now this is all in jest, lest anyone believes I would name anything Hank. Unless it were a goldfish, because Hank the Fish is just awesome. But seriously people, how can you name a child Hawk and expect him to take anything seriously?! Or more importantly, expect anyone to take him seriously.

Michael / Marco
Benjamin / Blake
Christopher / Chad, Chase
Kevin / Kaden
David / Dane
Edward / Edge
Hank / Hawk
Jack / Jax
Patrick / Palmer
Ryan / Rafe
Samuel / Shep
Thomas / Tag, Tad

For girls sadly the destiny is not a model, but a stripper (ex. Beth / Brandi)

* please note this works for making soap actors too.

THE PROBLEM WITH WESTERN FREE SPEECH

I love that blogger is going global and unveiling gobs of new languages for its users! In fact our middle east counter parts can now blog their little lives away...perhaps a bit too literally.

Maybe it is my own biased view of the mid east situation, but I cannot help thinking that this will ultimately produce more situations like Kareem. Are we right to impose our Western beliefs on the rest of the world, by simply giving them access?

Oy. I just made my brain hurt on my day off. Let's not talk female politics in Africa. I can't take it.

xoxo, wee

*ps - welcome Hebrew, Arabic and Persian (shouldn't we call it Farsi, eh blogger? wait, after some lite wiki-work I see that it should be Parsi (not the arabicized Farsi, I guess OG Persian has no "F"), and that sh*t, this is getting complicated. I should stick my Western foot back into it's shoe. There are no less than 13 dialects and variations of Persian (blogger did you translate all of these? good for you!) all with different names. I am sooo going back to watching Days of Our Lives... )!

A SERIOUS CASE OF WTF?!

...and now John Galliano loses his ever (man) lovin' mind! Call me boring, but if you show up to take mama out in this? Call me, but don't call me.


just look at that V-neck...perfection


that's hot.

* thx jezebel

S.F. CIRCA 1995

* Dad, I can't even tell you what this CD meant to me, and that conversation...you too, I suspect.

DREAMING, THE LIBRA REMIX

There are dreams and then there are those that make you sit straight up and suck in air. There are those that you try to hang on to, even after you know that this is a, dream. Each time the dream has been a harbinger of things to come. Sometimes however, it takes years. Yes, years.

I have had several life altering dreams. The first was in high school. I dreamed my own funeral. I watched it on a TV screen in a white room. Requisite of the time, all my high school friends were there, family of course, too. I don't remember most of it at this point, but I do remember that I was 25 (when I expired), and that my best friend Jenny was wearing a giant red floppy sun hat. Maybe that is why 25 was always such a marker in my life. I never told anyone about this, but then how does a teenager explain a dream, without sounding melodramatically crazy?

I got sick when I was 25. I think I half expected it. At least some life changing event, (universe, please note, there were other ways of getting my attention). At the same time (real time) came another friend who wears giant floppy sun hats. And I met her through getting sick. Go figure.

More recently I have started to have these in December, 2 years running. In 2006 I wrecked my car and got invited to open up to things, start over, in a dream. I have tried to live up to that, be open, take risks and long walks. In 2007 I dreamed of a magical flying boat. It went over land and cruised through NYC. We ended up flying over a cliff and floating into a field, where everyone on board then had a picnic! Cheers! Go flying boats and all.

I don't know what any of this means, but I am going to go with good things for 2008! And maybe finally learning the lessons from 2007. Resolutions are for sissies, I am sticking with dreams.

FAMILY STYLE

What a great night! I never did get an accurate head count, but there was plenty of conversation, food to try and wine, wine, wine!! Basically it was like, the best family dinner ever! That is probably because it wasn't mine! J/K parents!

Thanks for letting me borrow yours J, for an evening. See it wasn't uncomfortable after all! Haha! Here's to dinner and drinks with friends forever!!








everybody eat!






ladies...


all the ladies!




really? I don't get, any?


creme brulee spoon ready


there was nothing to crack...boo!


this was much better, as J pointed out!




family shot!


thanks J's parents for dinner!!

* Magnolia, Hollywood

WHO ARE WE? DVB?!!

no photos!









* no! it's only J & J!!

GREETINGS FROM SUNNY CALIFORNIA

Don't we look like a postcard? Can you believe I snapped this yesterday - in Jan? Oh the joys of ending your work week at 1 PM and going for a patio lunch!

* Hennessey's M.B.

XOXO, WEE

Thanks everybody for the gracious support here, over at Fleshbot and in my inbox! Whew. It was a crazy week and all this press was rather unexpected, but most certainly welcomed.

I guess I will never be that far from cancer. It won't matter how long I've been healthy, my scars make sure I can't forget. I used to be so angry that I had been handed this type of cancer. Okay cancer, I've got you - but why not leukemia or lymphoma? Do you have to be BREAST CANCER? I think this was the first wave of anger that washed over me (ed. note: I was not angry at being sick, no time. I had to come out swinging), and in some ways the aftermath of that tidal wave has been the hardest recovery.

I can't hide that I had BREAST CANCER. There is no mistaking what these scars are from. The nerves won't regenerate. I will never feel all types of things again. I don't have the option of keeping this a secret from someone I date. I HATE THAT PART. I hate lots of parts, but I really hate that one. The normal progression of dating is thrown off. When do you say something? How do you say this something?

It leaves you wide open. It ratchets up the seriousness of everything and suddenly you are not just 2 people that are a few dates in, but someone who had cancer and blah, blah, blah...can you handle this? And BOOM the magic is gone, along with all the air in the room. Yeah, dating after cancer is like a vacation in a small land mine filled 3rd world nation.

Having cancer sucks (could that be the understatement of all time?), but you can beat it. These pictures are proof of that, the interview is honest support of that, this whole crazy blog proves that there is life afterwards! It just won't be one you recognize. And you will forever have cancer. Coming to terms with that is what separates the survivors from the rest of the pack.

My active cancer fight lasted 11 months. Initial rock finding treasure hunt was sometime in late June '04. Final port removal surgery May '05. If I were writing a book, I'd call it, "In the Year of the Pink".

WAITING ROOM TURNS OUT A HOTTIE

The internet dubs me a gorgeously reconstructed hottie! Sweet! What a way to start Year 3 Post Cancer! Here's to porn, remission and new beginnings.

* is it wrong to post up hot pin-up photos of yourself on your own blog?

c/o fleshbot, dave nas and waitingroom - oh and Dr. Mary Powers too of course!

WAITING ROOM DEBUTS

Thanks WAITING ROOM for the opportunity to share my story and for finally giving young, spunky cancer patients something to live for.

Rock on.

FREE WILLY

* from my office to yours...no we don't make this, thank God.

BARTENDER - I NEED 2 TENNIS RACQUETS, A BAR TAB AND A CHANEL BAG

where you go for breakfast...


Happy Birthday Lady!

* Sharkeez, M.B.