Tuesday, August 31, 2004
dog on wheels
Any time is the right time to watch the skateboarding bulldog. He even makes a sharp left. He must practice when nobody's home. Hey, gimme back my board!
make mine a double
My email inbox today brought a message from the Democratic National Committee saying that a group of dems will "match every dollar that you contribute before midnight tonight."
Give anything you can and don't say that you didn't do anything about the unspeakably bad Bush administration. Go for it!
Give anything you can and don't say that you didn't do anything about the unspeakably bad Bush administration. Go for it!
Monday, August 30, 2004
S & M
Scientists and Mystics, that is. They're the stars of the documentary about Quantum physics called What the #$*! Do We Know?
What I know is, putting profanity in the title is a brilliant way to draw the filmgoing masses to subject matter that could potentially be as fun as reading stereo instructions. What they did is make a fascinating little film that makes you think.
Did you know that simply thinking something at a bottle of water, and labeling the bottles with words like, “you make me sick” or the “chi of love” can literally make the water photograph differently?
And back in 1993, collective thought alone reduced the murder rate by 25% in Washington DC. This wasn't even a surprise! Scientists knew it would happen because the results from the 48 previous studies proved it. Even the DC police force co-authored the study. Think about that.
What I know is, putting profanity in the title is a brilliant way to draw the filmgoing masses to subject matter that could potentially be as fun as reading stereo instructions. What they did is make a fascinating little film that makes you think.
Did you know that simply thinking something at a bottle of water, and labeling the bottles with words like, “you make me sick” or the “chi of love” can literally make the water photograph differently?
And back in 1993, collective thought alone reduced the murder rate by 25% in Washington DC. This wasn't even a surprise! Scientists knew it would happen because the results from the 48 previous studies proved it. Even the DC police force co-authored the study. Think about that.
Friday, August 27, 2004
take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling. Today at my work, we're all going bowling after lunch. In an unrelated matter, this will happen after the Morning Becomes Eclectic MP3 stream and video of PJ Harvey. Grab that here after 11:20AM today. Uh Huh, Love Her.
Speaking of MP3s, lookit what the husband dragged in.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
wham bam, thank you ma'am
Today is known as Women's Equality Day. That's because on August 26th 1920, women were finally granted the right to vote:
"The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex."
As David Bowie would say, "Suffragette!"
"The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex."
As David Bowie would say, "Suffragette!"
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
post that
Forgive the blatant media ploy by 3M, for they are giving $1 donation towards breast cancer research for the first 75,000 people who click here and add their name to the world's largest pink ribbon, constructed entirely of Post-it notes.
The enormous pink "ribbon" will be, uh, Post-ed in Times Square in October, kicking off Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Try finding the Post-it with your name on it. Try recycling 75K Post-its!
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
"'Til things are brighter, I'm the man in black"
Cash, Johnny Cash. Collectors will say it with cash at Sotheby's auction on August 31st. That's right. Guns, guitars and gator boots from the legend's estate can be yours.
There's even an apparent protest at 4PM in front of Sotheby's to defend Johnny Cash against the Republican National Convention. Now that's a kicker!
Monday, August 23, 2004
fabinar
Went to a fabulous seminar last night held at 826 Valencia. Dave Eggers moderated a panel consisting of three memoir authors and one book agent. As expected, there was no shortage of entertainment or inspiration. They do these sorts of things about once every month and the funds help keep the foundation alive.
The space has a pirate store in the front, and workshops in the back for young and emerging writers. They say that they always need volunteers and it surely seems worthwhile. Instead of throwing the word "community" around, they have already built a real, live, thriving, and supportive one.
I signed up to join the writers groups that may emerge from last night, but more importantly, I already have my own eyepatch.
The space has a pirate store in the front, and workshops in the back for young and emerging writers. They say that they always need volunteers and it surely seems worthwhile. Instead of throwing the word "community" around, they have already built a real, live, thriving, and supportive one.
I signed up to join the writers groups that may emerge from last night, but more importantly, I already have my own eyepatch.
Friday, August 20, 2004
make my yesterday
Not only did I make someone's day yesterday, someone entirely different made mine. First, I found a couple of diamond rings in the ladies room down the hall in the building where I work. All I had to do is bang on the closest office door and the ringless woman was no longer.
She said she would have "died" if she lost them, so perhaps I even saved her life. Perhaps not, but still today she's giddy with delight about it and can't thank me enough. What was I going to do, hock them? I can't take that kind of karma.
Speaking of karma, sometimes if you want something badly enough, it can be yours. This was the the case when I needed a ticket to the sold-out Polly Jean Harvey show last night at Great American Music Hall. Got one! Paid a pretty penny but who cares?
My favorite soundgirl, Kim let me stand with her backstage. The show was perfect and I am so glad. I got to see Polly break a string and wait for the guitar tech with the backup Gretsch.
But what was she wearing? As always, her taste in clothes is great. She's the perfect clotheshorse, built like Sarah Jessica Parker and can make anything look amazing. Even a goldenrod tube dress made of t-shirt fabric with what could have been Alfalfa screenprinted on it.
The kicker was her kickers. They were superhigh yet comfy pumps, I'm only guessing Charles Jourdan because of the shape but they were surely couture. They looked like leather and the color was fluorescent highlighter pink. To see her rocking out standing in front of an Orange stack, I was in pure heaven.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Touch Me I'm Sick
Tonight we're going to spin round things, like the new Interpol song "Evil" with my name in it and Polly Jean Harvey's "Perfect Day Elise." Nepotism, narcissism, and shoegazing seem the rule, but really, we do it just to laugh with our friends.
Rock Foxy and Glimmercat
The Casanova Bar
527 Valencia Street @16th
9ish. s'free!
Rock Foxy and Glimmercat
The Casanova Bar
527 Valencia Street @16th
9ish. s'free!
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
colors: a haiku
evergreen, lime, puce
tile, stone, sage, alabaster
pink pomegranate
tile, stone, sage, alabaster
pink pomegranate
Monday, August 16, 2004
Blair Water
I woke up early enough on Saturday to catch the first screening of What the #$*! Do We Know?!. A movie about physics sounded great to me, but "ambitious" to my husband with dog. I got to the theatre for the first screening but realized that I dillydallied so much that the film was already 10 minutes in.
I usually make an effort to miss the trailers because so many of them give away the entire film, especially with Hollywood thrillers. Since I would have been too behind on the documentary, I decided to catch the shark movie Open Water. By myself. Without hyping it or giving anything away, I agree that it is what everyone says, Jaws meets the Blair Witch Project. Except there are no woods here, only sea and sky. And sharks!
I usually make an effort to miss the trailers because so many of them give away the entire film, especially with Hollywood thrillers. Since I would have been too behind on the documentary, I decided to catch the shark movie Open Water. By myself. Without hyping it or giving anything away, I agree that it is what everyone says, Jaws meets the Blair Witch Project. Except there are no woods here, only sea and sky. And sharks!
Friday, August 13, 2004
None of Us Are Free
Last night when I went to buy soup, I turned around and saw the organized rally in support of gay marriage rights. The marchers in wedding clothes were what immediately gave it away. I was so moved that I was rendered incapable of getting soup. Everyone on the sidewalk stopped and cheered, watching the marchers fill up one side of Market Street traffic.
Immediately, I got choked up. Gay men and women do not have equal rights as straights. The cause will always be worth fighting for. Hope it happens soon, it will, it will.
I saw a pair of women holding a "Still Married" sign. They saw me and I shouted "Woo!" They shouted back, and we laughed. I tried to yell "Congratulations!" but my voice cracked with emotion and nothing came out.
I tried to conceal the tears streaming down my face, still smiling at the marchers who looked at me. I clapped the whole time, which made my wedding ring and Valentine's day ring clink together which made me sad. Why am I entitled to these things when others are not?
Let's download Solomon Burke's MP3 of "None of Us are Free" with the lyrics, "None of us are free, if one of us is chained, none of us are free."
Thursday, August 12, 2004
make a wish
"Are you there Rosemary? It's me, your blog. You forgot my birthday, you're three days late!"
Okay my little bloggie (since I have no audio capabilities) let me sing it in pixels: HaPpY BiRthDaY to YOU!
Thanks to everyone who ever read anything here. And most of all, thank you for inspiring me by being out there, doing stuff, living your life, making the world worthwhile.
Okay my little bloggie (since I have no audio capabilities) let me sing it in pixels: HaPpY BiRthDaY to YOU!
Thanks to everyone who ever read anything here. And most of all, thank you for inspiring me by being out there, doing stuff, living your life, making the world worthwhile.
CA Supreme Court Nullifies Newlyweds
The California Supreme Court ruled an up-yours today to almost 4,000 same-sex couples who wed in San Francisco this year, declaring that the SF Mayor did not have the authority to issue the marriage licenses.
Let me get this...straight. Gays who have been sharing their lives with the same person for decades have no right to legalize their union? But Britney can have any old 55-hour marriage she wants. Riiiiiiiiight.
Let me get this...straight. Gays who have been sharing their lives with the same person for decades have no right to legalize their union? But Britney can have any old 55-hour marriage she wants. Riiiiiiiiight.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Very is one of my longtime favorite international style magazines in print. The good people operate under the umbrella called Up&Co and have put out unisex style guides to cities inluding New York, London and Paris. I have a couple of issues but would love to subscribe because it's just so Very.
The company is also affiliated with other several other projects, including art that has toured Europe, one entitled, Women in Divorce Battle on Tour which features a statue of the artist's mother standing up in a Eurovehicle while encased in some sort of bulletproof papal plexiglass. Fascinating!
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
a heart on
We live on Market near Church and this is the view outside our front door. We've got a heart on our street. Since then, another has appeared, and then three more. Is it contagious? A Khin-spiracy?
Monday, August 09, 2004
what a tease
After years of taunting the shoeshine man with my scuffy-ass footwear, I buckled down during lunch and gave him my boots. Well, they were still attached to my legs, and despite the creepiness of being in stirrups on the busiest street downtown, it was a supposedly fun thing that I will do again.
With the giant brushes in action, it was kind of like getting a light massage. So I paid him accordingly, a dollar a minute. I'm black and glossy from the knees down and although I'm ten bucks poorer, I'll bet I look about a hundred dollars richer.
With the giant brushes in action, it was kind of like getting a light massage. So I paid him accordingly, a dollar a minute. I'm black and glossy from the knees down and although I'm ten bucks poorer, I'll bet I look about a hundred dollars richer.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
every third girl
Last night was a super show at our friendly neighborhood haunt Cafe du Nord. Junior Panthers opened, Oranger headlined, and Ken Stringfellow was in the middle. I looked at the crowd and told Bonnie that very third girl looked like Ashlee Simpson.
It was a sold out show but somehow had enough breathing room to be comfy, and I always love that the place is lowly lit.
Speaking of lit, people who aren't me polished off a bottle of Jameson's at the after hours rager held at our house. We have yet to receive a steely note from neighbors so we are guessing that all is well.
Think I'll do another round of mopping while drawing a nice hot bath.
It was a sold out show but somehow had enough breathing room to be comfy, and I always love that the place is lowly lit.
Speaking of lit, people who aren't me polished off a bottle of Jameson's at the after hours rager held at our house. We have yet to receive a steely note from neighbors so we are guessing that all is well.
Think I'll do another round of mopping while drawing a nice hot bath.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
hey, that's from Tiffany's!
One of the most fun things about living with your mate is the ability to continually be surprised. We know each other very well and yet, there is always something.
We thought we'd make a nice dinner at home so I bought the ingredients for chicken stuffed with prosciutto (for him) and turkey bacon (for me) with parsley and cracked pink and black peppercorns. And button mushrooms baking in the broth. How yummy! This dish is a surefire winner for meat-eaters at dinner parties. Failsafe, foolproof, what could go wrong?
Well, since we're not big on baking, our kitchen lacks a rolling pin. The last time I used one was as a small child, inexplicably costumed for Halloween in a housecoat, curlers and ubiquitous rolling pin. What cultural message about wife-dom was laid into me in my early years is too much to contain in this little post, so I'll get to the point.
Since we have no rolling pin, Nick cleverly came up with a makeshift mortar and pestle to bash up the peppercorns. It seemed to work perfectly, he must have thought. A glass McCormick spice jar fit just fine inside a mug, so he mortared and pestled away. That is, until I busted him. "Hey, that mug is from Tiffany's!" Fine porcelain, no less. Designed by the infamous Sybil Connolly.
Guess I'll be shopping for a dang rolling pin after all...
We thought we'd make a nice dinner at home so I bought the ingredients for chicken stuffed with prosciutto (for him) and turkey bacon (for me) with parsley and cracked pink and black peppercorns. And button mushrooms baking in the broth. How yummy! This dish is a surefire winner for meat-eaters at dinner parties. Failsafe, foolproof, what could go wrong?
Well, since we're not big on baking, our kitchen lacks a rolling pin. The last time I used one was as a small child, inexplicably costumed for Halloween in a housecoat, curlers and ubiquitous rolling pin. What cultural message about wife-dom was laid into me in my early years is too much to contain in this little post, so I'll get to the point.
Since we have no rolling pin, Nick cleverly came up with a makeshift mortar and pestle to bash up the peppercorns. It seemed to work perfectly, he must have thought. A glass McCormick spice jar fit just fine inside a mug, so he mortared and pestled away. That is, until I busted him. "Hey, that mug is from Tiffany's!" Fine porcelain, no less. Designed by the infamous Sybil Connolly.
Guess I'll be shopping for a dang rolling pin after all...
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
'80s '80s
Recent discovery into an old, old, old, old photo album reveals this, what I am *convinced* is a Halloween costume when I was a teenager. Although I don't remember anything at all from this. It's practically not even me. I can't recall the navy cowl neck dress thing. I can't recall the faux-Maude fuschia jacket, and I swear to you, the nails are not mine.
new show a horrorshow
I will never get that hour back. The one I spent last night rubbernecking at the car crash that is A&E's Growing Up Gotti. Each show is a half-hour long, with a season opener of two back-to-back episodes. I even kicked my husband off his PS2 shooting game that he plays live via headset with friends in varied locations. Sorry.
The first thing I noticed was that Victoria and her three sons have the thickest hair I have ever seen. So she was set up on a date with a man who is bald. But that wasn't the kicker. This Gotti didn't take kindly to his implication that she may be "spoiled" because of her family name.
She got most steamed when he said she had the capacity to be beautiful. She egged him on, fishing for compliments, but he replied that she could use a makeover (or a make-under). Could it be the bleach job? The tan? The frosted lipstick?
My greatest fascination is their vastly palatial estate. The sweeping staircases, the hilarious chintz, the billowing window treatments, the enormous kitchen, the filthy pool.
The anger and sheer hatred tossed between Victoria and her three teenage hellion boys is what will prevent me from watching the show again (I hope). I can only wonder if when they see themselves on the small screen, they act just a little bit nicer to each other. (I doubt it).
The first thing I noticed was that Victoria and her three sons have the thickest hair I have ever seen. So she was set up on a date with a man who is bald. But that wasn't the kicker. This Gotti didn't take kindly to his implication that she may be "spoiled" because of her family name.
She got most steamed when he said she had the capacity to be beautiful. She egged him on, fishing for compliments, but he replied that she could use a makeover (or a make-under). Could it be the bleach job? The tan? The frosted lipstick?
My greatest fascination is their vastly palatial estate. The sweeping staircases, the hilarious chintz, the billowing window treatments, the enormous kitchen, the filthy pool.
The anger and sheer hatred tossed between Victoria and her three teenage hellion boys is what will prevent me from watching the show again (I hope). I can only wonder if when they see themselves on the small screen, they act just a little bit nicer to each other. (I doubt it).
Monday, August 02, 2004
orange alert on the East Coast
The arrest of a Pakistani computer expert led to the discovery of ample evidence on a computer detailing potential attacks on buildings in New York, New Jersey and Washington.
My sister Nancy lives a couple of blocks away from Wall Street and said that "It looks like it did after September 11th. There are armed guards from Canal Street all the way down." Buildings near her home and workplace are apparent targets.
How awful it must be to feel their fear. And wait. And remember...
My sister Nancy lives a couple of blocks away from Wall Street and said that "It looks like it did after September 11th. There are armed guards from Canal Street all the way down." Buildings near her home and workplace are apparent targets.
How awful it must be to feel their fear. And wait. And remember...
