when i cannot write

Think Spring

2011-01-27T17:09:00.000-08:00

Even while we are surrounded by mountains of plowed snow, I'm diggin' my new Sundance Catalog.

The wheels in the sky keep on turning

2010-11-18T14:43:00.000-08:00

Love her style.

more sophistication please, less Jersey Shore...

2010-09-16T14:53:00.000-07:00

Along with James Franco, and maybe Ryan Gosling (although his music sort of sucks), in my eyes the world also needs more Gregory Pecks. Image taken from here

No one remembers your name

2010-09-04T18:20:00.000-07:00

this was good, and having Johnny Depp as the narrator is a much appreciated added bonus.

Newport

2010-07-10T12:17:00.000-07:00

Getting excited for our yearly trek south to the Newport Folk Festival in a few weeks, and am getting even more excited to see Sarah Jarosz perform, at a friend's suggestion. She will be the next Emmylou, if she isn't already. Give a listen, you will not be disappointed. (image taken from http://www.aquariumdrunkard.com/)

On to something

2010-05-29T14:25:00.000-07:00

Well the baby finally came, and she had quite an arrival; let's just say the last thing I was expecting to have was an 8 and 1/2 lb tank. But of course, I'm so glad she's here, healthy and happy and such a good baby thus far...she is about 3 days old now, wow, time flies. It has been a while since I've talked to myself on this blog, but I wanted to record that I may be on to something. My first daughter, now 3 and the best sleeper ever, listened to Nick Drake on repeat for the first 2 years of her life. She's now moved on to other music, mostly because we were starting to feel guilty about the fact that someone so innocent is transfixed by a man who died tragically-as big of fans of ND as we are. So tonight, while my husband and my 3 yr old get their bbq on with friends and I stay home to get my nipple ripped apart, I put in Edith Frost's "Calling Over Time", a sad album, but no notes of pain or chronic depression, and sure enough, she instantly fell asleep. My theory is that babies like soft, sad, melodies. Toddlers like fast, happy melodies, and teenagers like moody, loud, melodies. This will be my new formula for raising content, and well rested, children.

Finally getting it right

2010-04-06T08:47:00.000-07:00

Alex Carleton has done for L.L. Bean what Jenna Lyons has done for J.Crew, and what Patrick Robinson has also done for The Gap. These three companies, facing lagging profits and stagnant markets, let creativity lead their growth rather than let market trends weaken their products. If only more companies outside of retail would follow their lead, and thus be leaders, we wouldn't all be so economically worried about "what comes next", we would just enjoy the innovation and not unlike Jenna Lyons, look good doing it! btw, all three links above are great reads. As for the L.L. Bean Signature Line, I am in love. I have been wearing this look for years, only now I don't have the time to comb thrift stores for the quality Bean used to produce. I will say that I enjoy the men's stuff a lot more than the women's, it is absolutely what men ought to be wearing, especially up here in New England. As for Jenna, I can't remember the last time I actually liked someone's personal style and vision as much as I do her's.

an eye for style. and character.

2010-03-31T09:32:00.000-07:00

God I love this blog.

"r-e-s-p-e-c-t"

2010-03-31T08:59:00.001-07:00

We didn't get hit nearly as bad as some folks but were nonetheless startled by the amount of rain that accumulated....mother nature has a certain way of telling everyone to stop the nonsense, and to just be grateful for our basic needs. Been listening to Patterson Hood's darker album, but since the sun has just began to show its face, I'm thinking maybe some old school motown is needed.

Proud to be American again

2010-03-23T09:46:00.001-07:00

The GOP (Grand Obstructionist Party) can suck it> it's a great day when we look after our most vulnerable: children, the elderly and the poor.

Sort of

2010-03-22T09:15:00.000-07:00

I just remembered that I have a blog. Sort of. Solveig has sort of given up her naps so free time is scarce, and I sort of have been working on some projects. Sort of not. I have found some bands that I sort of like, and some others that sort of suck. I have read a couple new books that sort of grabbed my attention, and watched a couple videos that sort of captured my interest. But mostly, I have been sort of trying to wrap my head around the fact that I will have a new baby in two months. I guess I'm late in my assessment. At any rate, one thing that I want to definitely do, is go to SXSW. The unrelentless creativity behind just about every band has nothing short of inspiring to follow online, and March in New England could always use some fresh inspiration.

A girl can dream

2010-02-17T10:17:00.000-08:00

I'm trying hard to ignore some of the gorgeous and wearable items in the new Sundance and Anthropologie catalogs, but it's hard. Luckily, I have a few months to go before giving birth, and then more than a few months after that to get my body back. However, shoes will always fit, and for me are beyond tempting, so above are a few of my new wear-with-everything favorites from asos and other sources. I'm sure, however, I will no doubt be in my trusty chuck taylors after the snow melts, and on through summer, but I need something other than pickles to get me on my toes.

A true champion

2010-02-08T09:39:00.000-08:00

I just have to say, Drew Brees is the man.

Pretty Pictures

2010-02-05T11:45:00.001-08:00

As I spend this month buckled down - writing, recording, learning - I hope to also be able to save some disposable income. Recently I was reminded of how amazing my husband is at photography, and how much he enjoys it; he won a competition his brother in CA entered him in, and was awarded a Flip Video recorder, which he generously gave to our friends who are new parents. I know he wants a new camera, his old manual one is losing it's edge, and our digital one is just too basic. Sadly, the ones he is interested in are pretty damn expensive. Still, I am hopeful that a month or two of creativity-inspired discipline, home-cooked meals, and lots of free lovin' will help me save enough to get him the camera of his dreams. Above are some pics I pulled from our iphoto library, before I began to wrestle with garage band. You can click on them for larger images. Of course his best are not in digital format. This wknd we will be setting up some mics and recorders, and I probably won't be blogging for a while. Just a reminder to celebrate your own creative selves as much as you can!

True Love

2010-01-29T10:25:00.000-08:00

I no longer eat meat, barely eat dairy, and have been staying away from wheat and gluten for the most part. This may sound boring, but I am actually a pretty adventurous eater, and if someone cooks for me I will always graciously eat whatever was made. But of more significance, especially for my husband, is the fact that I actually don't mind cooking meat. It all started when I broke out the crockpot to cook 4 lbs of boneless butt pork roast for our new year's eve party; it was a huge hit, and so was the gross yet somehow utilitarian pleasure I derived from handling and cooking the meat. I've since tracked down a local farm to purchase meat, pick my cuts, and go to town. Do I want my daughter to eat meat? No. Never. But I realized what was happening: I was reminded that I absolutely love to make my husband happy, so I've tried to keep the momentum going. Every night this week he came home to amazing meals, and with each night I witnessed a softening (not of his belly, as it's impossible for him to gain weight), but of his heart, and of his thoughts even. Good, tasty food made with love equals good tasty thoughts and feelings in my book. Jeff actually eats on average less than a pound of meat a week, and he loves my meatfree dishes just the same, but I will admit that I still feel guilty when I'm trimming fat off some poor forsaken chicken. At any rate, I wonder if he gets the same rewarding feeling when he cleans the toilet or takes out the trash, tasks that definitely don't smell as nice, but are much appreciated nonetheless.

A fun escape

2010-01-27T11:00:00.001-08:00

Came across this blog lately, it has been a nice whimsical escape. And speaking of escape, what a beautiful afternoon we have here in good old Kittery, Maine. I am heading out for a walk with the kid and dog, although I'd love to go for a nice run along the coast. Will have to wait about 6 months for that one...

Perfection

2010-01-22T09:26:00.000-08:00

The coolest woman alive, period. I'm enjoying her new music, although I'll always be most impressed by her fashion sense.

The Golden Globes

2010-01-18T06:06:00.000-08:00

Some dresses from the red carpet that I liked. I wasn't really feeling most of the looks but these work, and work well. It helps that all of these women seem pretty real. The rest of the batch appeared overdone, too inspired, and just plain "off". You can click on the pics for larger images.

Looking ahead

2010-01-18T05:25:00.001-08:00

I'm ok with the storm that's currently moving in while I type this, the snow is beautifully stuck to everything in sight, and our little town looks like a charming arctic fish bowl. Actually looking forward to piling on some layers and walking to the store for some milk and bread - a New England luxury. But, these images get me excited for spring, dreaming of waves and long days, and for doing nothing that really needs to get done. The first image is from Rag and Bone, the others from RVCA, two mainstream labels that can do no wrong in my eyes.

Tis always the season for cranberries

2010-01-10T07:36:00.000-08:00

Although I am feeling the kicks and strokes of the little girl growing inside of me, I still like to keep a pulse on one of my favorite things - cocktails. This one sounds endearing, and easy to make for a crowd. I think I will try it on some friends at our annual ski wknd. Next year I"ll plan on drinking a glass while eating fondue, and sitting by a fire. But for now, it's all about the fetus.

Refreshing young talent

2009-12-10T11:01:00.000-08:00

I am absolutely in love with her work, and she's such a cool woman to have around the neighborhood.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

2009-12-07T09:00:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, Jeff's birthday came and went without any Celtic's tix or knit sweaters. We did have a great brunch with Solveig, after he slept in without worrying about the kid and the dog (the ultimate gift these days). He had a nice day, and Solveig and I cooked him a tasty piece of steak for dinner, a sure way to his heart. The big challenge was making sure he felt young, but that was simple - it snowed! I haven't blogged much lately, largely because I've been sort of busy, but mostly because sometimes my two cents just seem like, well, two cents. Very discouraged about healthcare (why don't we just concentrate on getting and keeping the costs down), the new-old war (seriously, 30, ooo more troops, just horrible), and the world's fascination with Tiger Woods and his affairs - who the heck cares, we're all adults here, right? So not anyone's business, let alone everyone's. But instead of ending this post on a negative note, I will share that my Christmas shopping, or should I say "clicking" is completely finished, tree is up, and Jimmy Smith's Christmas album is on continuous play most nights beginning at 5pm. Nothing keeps the spirit inspired like holiday music. I even like the pop cheesy stuff, in the same way that I like Budweiser, few and far between, but always welcome in a back to reality sort of way.

Unless you've been under a rock

2009-11-24T09:25:00.000-08:00

you've heard about the Twilight series. Although I am not a Twihard, I do know who Robert Pattinson and Kristin Stewart are - young, normal, hard-working and fanatically obsessed over by bazillions of teens, housewives, and women all over the world. I attempted to read Twilight after I was invited to a "New Moon" premiere party, and I couldn't get to page 2 without laughing out loud in pure shock - "there's no way it can be this bad?" I remember thinking. Well, it is. Really, really bad: the writing, the plot, the language. If I can't get to page 5, I stop reading - have been this way my whole life and I've never electively read a book I didn't like - and why would I, who has the time? Still, I will admit that Robert and Kristin are compelling, in a young, James Dean/Joan Bennett sort of way. But what fascinates me most about KStew is that she really seems fearless in real life, especially with her denim choices - a mark of a woman going places in my book:) Above she is in 4Stroke Denim, a line I declared my love for in a previous post.

Walking the walk

2009-11-18T09:47:00.000-08:00

My brain hasn't had much to comment on of late, been storing it all in bits and pieces, as I begin to embark on a new writing project. We've also had a lot of social commitments lately, which is something that hasn't always been on the top of my agenda when I crave some creative space. But, who are we if not defined and connected with others in some way, huh? Lots of impending baby talk, toddler talk, work talk, travel talk, but very little just being stupid funny for the hell of it - my favorite kind of talk. But I have gotten to spend some great times with my friend Doreen, one of the few women I'm not related to, but who brings out the funny in me, even without the booze. And of course, she is brilliant in her own subtle way...here is a great article about the work she does.

Holy Cougar

2009-11-12T09:24:00.000-08:00

Forget the body and gorgeous face, her hair is incredible. My new hair inspiration; hopefully I don't have to wait until I'm 47 to achieve it, but after seeing this spread, 47 is looking damn hot!

The novelty is unaffordable

2009-11-09T09:37:00.001-08:00

Ok, decided against the sweater, and for either Celtics or Pats tickets for Jeff's bday. I can not believe how expensive Celtics tickets have become. He would never forgive me for spending $400 on tickets, not including dinner, and a hotel. Craziness. I gotta make friends with the scalpers....

It's true, downtown was a zoo.

2009-11-09T09:12:00.000-08:00

Yesterday it seemed like all of New England descended upon downtown Portsmouth to shop, gather, drink coffee, and enjoy the amazing weather. After a great morning swim and a nice breakfast, Jeff went to play ultimate frisbee, and I walked from our home, across the bridge (open only to pedestrians and bikes for the time being- yay!) to the Portsmouth Brewery to meet friends. As I looked around at the young, hip, vibrant crowd, I realized I was the only one pregnant and with a toddler in tow - but hey, the Patriots were on the big screen and my little brother was at the game so I had to be a part of it. Ah, Sunday.

Gifting

2009-11-05T08:49:00.000-08:00

I am officially finished with my college prep students, and editing work, and can go back to only teaching two nights a week - yea! We had a great season, and I got to work with a lot of talented students; I also got to observe some what to do and what not to do parental tips. My constant note to self? Guide your kids toward being who there are, not toward who you want them to be. So now I can sit back, do a bit more of my own writing, and maybe try to learn something new. I am not one to ever pick up knitting, give me some idle time and I'd rather go nuts with a paint brush, but I'm sort of feeling the call. I'd love to knit Jeff a sweater for his birthday in December, but that's nothing less than a pipedream. I guess I should figure out a plan B, as there are few things in life as sweet as giving and receiving unexpected presents from the heart. I will have to nonchalantly put out some feelers...would hate to just give him a gift card to Home Depot. Lame.

Autumn never looked so good

2009-10-29T10:27:00.001-07:00

Yes, David Beckham is wearing a Hermes backpack, but the dude is rolling in it, so I forgive him. As for Jude, inarguably the biggest rake out there? I still think he is insanely sexy; I recently forked over way too many dineros to catch him as Hamlet on Broadway over Thanksgiving weekend. The last image is from 4 Strokes denim lookbook -I love their fits and washes.

"The mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few to ride them." - Thomas Jefferson

2009-10-29T09:33:00.001-07:00

How annoying to have a Vote Yes on 1 banner ad show up on my blog. I know there's no telling which ads will appear, but I feel like anything politically minded is just downright unethical. For the record, I will Vote No on 1, for equity and gay rights. I actually noticed that even when I was driving through some of the rural, two horse towns en route up the Maine coast the other day, there were tons of Vote No signs, many even hand made! I'd like to think people are no longer afraid of some falsely created demonizing God, and simply more willing to accept each other as human beings just trying to lead a truthful, supported existence.

Just really cool.

2009-10-28T16:48:00.000-07:00

If money were not an object, I think I would buy just about every item in this lookbook.

It's all really wearable and stylish, without being so in your face - exactly what I like.

I particularly like the Rogan selection, and not only because I blush every time I see a picture of the designer, Rogan Gregory - I think I may actually even get a little weak in the knees - but because the clothes, all made using sustainable practices, are nothing short of utterly cool.

Just how Rockwell Kent saw it

2009-10-28T10:11:00.001-07:00

Solveig and I spent a good part of yesterday way up in the beautiful coastal area near Rockland, Maine. I'd like to write that we were looking at an abandoned cottage to fix up as our new summer home, as spending time way up along the Maine coast has always appealed to me. But, we were actually getting the freaking H1N1 vaccination, since no one in our area provides it and we're both considered high risk. So glad that's over with. Of course we made a day of it, went to a great thrift store, skipped some stones in the harbor, and strolled through the old downtowns, that although quiet, host just about everything a person could need to make Maine the "the way life should be" after all.

"I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable" - Jim Morrison

2009-10-26T08:34:00.000-07:00

Watched Rachel Getting Married over the wknd. Although it was one of the best acted and scripted movies I have seen in a very long time, I don't think I could recommend it to anyone I know, as mainly, it's profoundly sad. I actually watched after midnight, while Jeff slept, and it kept me up all night. What really intrigues me is that people are hugely torn over this movie. The New Yorker rated it the best movie of 2008, yet there is a Facebook page called "Rachel Getting Married Sucks", with scores of negative, insulting posts. Well, I guess differing opinions are true of any film, but I for one totally got it,and I'm sorry some weren't able to. I am a glutton for risks in film, and this movie took many. Perhaps because when one of my best friends in high school became an annoying addict - although not as tragic as this movie's star - I began to see most people as less problematic and more of just who they are. And so, my big realization early Saturday morning was that if we can find in the viewing of art just one empathetic instance, we can get so much more out of experiencing new things, and new people in our own lives. Everything is related, we just have to let our guards down to see where and how the strings attach. It takes a brave, true person to accept others as they are, and a weaker, less substantial one to shun them. Oh yea, and I also have a big girl crush on the movie's screen writer, Jenny Lement.

She shoots, she scores!

2009-10-22T08:51:00.000-07:00

My healthclub is undergoing some major renovations. It has recently been purchased by a Swedish dude, and all of the changes will be vast improvements from its neglected former state. So far, the chlorine pool has been refilled with a saline solution (no chemicals!), and the exercise room is currently getting a "green" face lift, with bamboo floors and a solar roof. Going to the gym mon-fri is a must for me; mostly because Solveig loves the daycare there, and I need the Solveig free time, chatting with mom friends, and attempting to get completely lost in sweat. So lately, with all the work that's being done, and equipment being replaced, I am down to about 2 things I can use while there: the recumbent bike and the basketball court. Naturally, I've chosen the court. The court is a gem. It seems to be mostly used at night, so I have it all to myself. Although I do practice my dribbling -through the legs, behind the back - as well as my enviable finger spin, it's all about the foul shot percentage: I am currently at 30%, but improving daily. It has sort of become my morning Zen - something about the bounce of a basketball is really soothing. Moral of the story? You're never too old to be young again. And, pretending Rajon Rondo is guarding you while you go up for that layup, is not such a bad way to start the day.

Yum, yum, and yum

2009-10-20T09:52:00.000-07:00

Both Jeff and I are currently addicted to tzatziki, a Greek yogurt dip we eat with thick pita bread. Although this was the one thing my mother would make for me and only me when I was younger, she went big when chopping the cucumbers, which made it more like a cucumber salad (still really good) than a dip. You can find it at Whole Foods, or many markets; we get ours from a little company in Merrimack, NH - they sell their products at our local produce market, right up the road. I've tried making it, but I just can't get it down. I like to use Greek yogurt, lemon, dill, cucumbers and some olive oil. This recipe is absolutely amazing, and you can pretty much eat it with anything. Not sure what's going on, but all I want to eat lately is Mediterranean food, even for dessert.

"I'm talkin' bout music I ain't talkin' bout rap, you talkin' bout who's hot I ain't talkin' bout that"

2009-10-19T09:54:00.000-07:00

Although Jeff uses Pandora a whole bunch, usually just letting it stream from his laptop while he attempts to cook or get some work done, I am not at all a fan. In fact, I resent that my musical preference is being deduced to the predictability of a computer code, written by people who have no idea about me, or what I'm doing during any particular listening opportunity. Listening to music is an intimate experience for me. I listen to a wide array of music, and prefer to let chance direct my own non-virtual steam. The one time I used Pandora, I was more than let down. Suggesting Taylor Swift because I like Gillian Welch? I don't think so. Not that Taylor isn't talented, but it's not so much about the genre as it is about the music. I do love getting suggestions from friends, and finding new artists when I least expect it, but that's just it - I have to least expect it. It's impossible to tell me what I am bound to like because I enjoy Nina Simone, Radiohead, and even at times, Jay Z. All of the mathematically deduced suggestions completely elude the fact that listening to music, in many ways, is an act of freedom, of self-discovery, and no computer program can come close to the thoughtfulness, coincidence, and even fate, that's involved in that ever satisfying voyage.

A perfect Autumn night

2009-10-18T04:59:00.000-07:00

Went to a fabulous party/bonfire in Nottingham, NH last night. Donkeys, horses, an adored pig, 3 fires, and an array of unbelievable mostly homegrown food. So glad we got out there before it gets too cold to stand around for a while looking at the stars and the distant mountains.

A compelling read, part dos

2009-10-16T10:34:00.000-07:00

I just have to say, I am so lost in these stories that I forgot that I am actually reading. I love this type of writing, filled with direct language and lyrical imagery. I can't believe it has taken me this long to begin this - I bought the book over a year ago. For any of you who are just waiting for the right time to delve into your last book purchase or borrow, take it from me, there's no time like the present.

The weather outside's delightful

2009-10-15T11:16:00.000-07:00

IT's October and there's snow in our Southern Maine forecast, but so far it's just been crazy talk - sometimes I think meteorologists are just looking for attention. Yet if we do get some flaky puffs, I won't be remiss. I grew up dreading winter and cold weather, but now I can't have it any other way. I actually look forward to it, which is surreal for me to admit. But my latest theory is that if you are happy in life, truly happy inside, you just don't give a crap about the weather! I mean really, get a grip; it's just freaking weather, and it's actually exciting to loose yourself in its unexpected craziness. I may just be saying this because I scored a sweet vintage shearling coat while in the city, or I may just very well be happy. Truly happy. So bring it on Altitude Lou, I already got the soup on, and there's even bread in the oven.

You may say I'm a dreamer

2009-10-08T11:02:00.000-07:00

I have a love/hate relationship with my pillow. When I toss and turn amidst visions of literary postulations, I blame my pillow as the clock reminds me of the few hours of sleep that I will likely be getting. And when I fall asleep instantly, mysteriously filling the ever elusive dream-card with the most pleasant occurrences, loving people, and unthinkable good fortune, it is my pillow whom I thank in the morning. This morning I awoke grateful and refreshed - a clean slate. I am completely caught up with contractual work, and now I can get a little lost in the bliss still floating through my subconsciousness, and finish writing a song.

An apple a day

2009-10-07T13:30:00.000-07:00

Overloaded with a continuous avalanche of conflicting health information out there, as well as a current preoccupation with House MD, I am often left so pessimistic about the state of medical research and diagnostics. I just have less trust in modern medicine, and in trendy miracle foods. For all I know, eating burgers everyday and drinking pints of something or other may keep me living carefree and healthy for as long as the moon allows. But since I'm unwilling to investigate that claim, I like to read this blog to stay abreast of some interesting happenings out there. It's not fatalistic, cautionary, new-agey, weighty, preachy, or uninteresting. In other words, it's time well spent.

Is it time to get up yet?

2009-10-07T10:23:00.000-07:00

When I looked at the calendar last Friday and saw that besides the coming weekend, we would have plans every weekend through mid-November, I decided to instill a lets do absolutely nothing until Monday rule. On Friday we stayed in and ate Chinese food (Thai seemed like too much effort), watched Away We Go (which was sweet and at times hysterical). On rainy Saturday, I lazed around on the couch reading cookbooks while Jeff and Solveig perfected their impressive nap/book rotation, and on Sunday we took a long drive up to the Lakes Region to check out the foliage, attend a local artisan fair and eat a yummy harvest dinner - that somebody else cooked, of course. There was neither a chore to do nor an errand to run -not even a trip to the dump with the trash. It could all wait. And I have to say, my brain is still sort of stuck in that nonchalance, which is really nice. We've been so busy with work, house stuff, commitments, etc, that we haven't had much opportunity to just unwind, even on weekends. So now it's Wednesday, we head to NYC on Friday, have dinner plans, parties, and company every weekend through mid November. And I'm looking more forward to it all, mostly because I've gotten the much needed indolence out of the way. So if you can squeeze it in, I highly recommend squeezing nothing in. After all, many times the best plans are simply not planned.

Absolut Marketing

2009-10-06T08:46:00.000-07:00

Great marketing, especially since the Celtics' preseason is underway. If there's one thing Bostonians have more than most, it's pride - still not sure if that's a good thing, but it usually makes for a fun time at games.

My how the time flies, part 2

2009-10-02T09:12:00.000-07:00

A great read, and not just for fathers and sons. As I write this I realize that Solveig's naps will soon be obsolete (unless she takes after her dad), and that our days together will go by faster than my heart is willing to accept. Hope everyone gets some good quality time in with their loved ones this weekend.

A room of one's own

2009-09-30T10:33:00.000-07:00

As I've been looking at various studio spaces around town, I am realizing that I'm not really hip to small, creative workplaces. I need big. Vast. And somehow, linear. I dare say, I could write novels here. In the winter, of course.

I want to be a part of it

2009-09-29T10:19:00.000-07:00

Our seasonal trips to NYC usually go something like this: 1. visit Jeff's folks 2. exhibit of some sort 3. street pretzel 4. shop and walk around a specific neighborhood 6. epic dinner 7.drinks, music, or books 8. jump back on the train. Next wknd we will actually be able to stay overnight, which means 2 days of things we've been unable to partake in since early summer. I'm still undecided about dinner, our last Greek spot on the lower east side will be hard to beat, but I'm aiming for something different...maybe Afghan. And since we have 2 days (thank God for grandparents), we can see both this and this, which I'm really looking forward to experiencing.

Pure Perfection

2009-09-29T09:16:00.000-07:00

Ah Penelope, my hair inspiration. I only have about 2 more years of growth to go....

Much more than an inch

2009-09-29T09:02:00.001-07:00

Well I was hoping to finish my patio/ chess board project, but it rained last night and I was greeted this morning by a very ominous looking worm slowly making its way from square to square. I know, they're good for the earth, Darwin spent his last years studying them, and they're really not that big. But still, this guy was scary as all hell. He was by far the largest worm I've ever seen, and I swear he was getting bigger right before my very eyes. Messing with him is a no-no, not unlike microwaving peeps, which has always been nightmare inducing. The picture above is of "Barry", from Cornwall, England, a 4-foot long giant sea worm that terrorized local coral and chewed through a 20 ft long fish line. When he stings, his bristles leave you permanently numb. So yea, somehow I just don't feel like taking my chances today.

From the Northwest Passage to the Great Divide

2009-09-28T09:45:00.001-07:00

Five friends I wish I had in my life at this moment:

1. a boot maker (for purely selfish reasons)

2. a comedian

3. a crazy artist

4. a mountaineer who is always up for anything

5. an unemployed foodie

Every year for several years now, I've had dear friends move away; most of them at least a 4 hr plane ride away. For some, it's the grass is always greener, while for others it's just circumstantial. This has left me with a lot of acquaintances, and several "couple" friends. So I shouldn't have been at all surprised when I learned the other day that a friend I met a year ago is moving down South come December. It doubly stinks because our daughters are six months apart, and have very much enjoyed each other. What I will miss most, is that she made me laugh out-loud on a daily basis, not unlike my 4th grade bff who moved to sunny CA. I am okay with doing my own thing, and many times prefer to, but it almost always takes another person to make you take yourself and your life a lot less seriously, which is profoundly rewarding. I can accept the grass is greener peoples' decisions (I had some of that in my twenties), and although it is sad to see folks go, I am left really happy with the certainty I have in my life. Even if I will never be able to find or make the perfect boots I spend countless hours searching for, at least I can listen to this great album and lament. itunes picks: Other Side and Come and Find Me

Last weekend in September

2009-09-25T09:49:00.000-07:00

Another picture perfect start to the week's end. After having dinner with friends tonight, I am heading down to Boston in the morning. Above are a few things I will be seeking and obsessing about while Jeff will stay in Maine and insulate some nooks and crannies throughout our house - a perfect chance to help out the economy and the environment in one afternoon! I need to make sure I have all the right stuff to partake in this yummy drink concoction before I hit the ground running this evening. Enjoy the fresh air this weekend!

How high can you go?

2009-09-24T11:36:00.000-07:00

This morning while in my gym's locker room, a hot fifty-plus women told me that I should try the kickboxing class to "lift my rear". At first I thought my ears were still clogged from my peaceful hourlong swim. LIFT MY REAR?!?! This, coming from a woman who walked away singing along to the Jonas Brothers on her ipod, mind you. I could not bring myself to check her out in the mirror's reflection, for fear that her suggestion came firmly grounded. Although a bit insulted at first, now, as I indulge in my favorite refuel snack, I am fully confident that the endless hours one spends fighting gravity will never get them as far as simply ignoring it.

If you build it, they will come

2009-09-22T09:30:00.000-07:00

Really trying to never post anything negative on this blog. Negativity is completely barred from any of the college entrance editing I do, and if I sense it even slightly in a work document, it is admonished instantly. Critical observation, however, is another thing - as long as it's never opinionated. So lately the news has been sucking. Yea, times are tough, and the bad stuff seems to be getting the best of the good stuff, (yea, I'm talking about you Glenn Beck). I found this story to be one of the small good things out there today, the first day of Fall. Really hoping people hold on to their dreams and visions, as there's nothing else that really sustains the tests of time so beautifully.

Sunday is the new Monday

2009-09-20T16:32:00.000-07:00

A while back, I decided to consciously let Sunday be the first day of the week; somewhere along the way, this all important title was haphazardly given to Monday. There's no better way to start your week than sleeping in, having mostly finished house chores, enjoying the great outdoors without dealing with Saturday's yahoos, and cooking great early suppers, or watching the game. It's so much better to just accept Sunday as the new Monday, trust me. Your mood for the entire work week will be set while you relax and do things that are entirely up to you. As an added bonus, Friday is actually the new Saturday. We've been starting the last 4 Sundays off with a morning hike up Mt. A, just a few miles away. It's sort of like our quiet church time, not being church goers, and it's been fun to just get lost in light thought and beautiful shadows, with a still sleepy Solveig calling "tree, tree" while on my back. When Monday comes, it is already the second day of the workweek, and yes, it somehow magically seems easier for even Jeff to greet.

Early to rise

2009-09-17T04:00:00.000-07:00

Long day of work today, so when Jeff woke me at 5:45AM to ask if his tie matched, I welcomed it; normally I'd just ignore him and return to the recurring dream in which David Beckham is picking out my wardrobe. But since we're only days away from our first frost, walking the dog around the block as the sun rises still seems ok. In a few weeks, it will certainly lose its charm.

Last, but not least - Portland, Maine

2009-09-16T08:38:00.000-07:00

Really happy to come across this little ditty. We've been going to Portland a bunch more recently, and been sort of blindly trying to figure out what's what.

So much to do, so little time

2009-09-16T08:24:00.000-07:00

I should really start buckling down so I can be better prepared to meet with a client in Durham later on today. But I'm so excited for an upcoming trip to NYC, that I can't stop finding things to do, eat, watch, hear, buy, and drink while there. I will have to do some very strategic planning to make the viewing above, as not only is Spike Jonze my favorite skater boy, but Dave Eggers is just, well, an incredibly inspiring writer.

Adios flip flops

2009-09-16T08:00:00.000-07:00

Finally, it's getting a bit cooler out there. Looking forward to sporting comfortable layers, and structured ankle boots. I've found that second to thrift store gems, Madewell makes such great basics; the real reason I don't mind visiting my inlaws, who live about 2 miles from the Short Hills Mall.

Oh my, how time flies

2009-09-15T15:22:00.001-07:00

About 16 months ago, I chopped almost 10 inches of hair off (second picture) as a psychotic reaction to having my beloved dog Molly pass away. About 10 minutes later, I completely regretted the decision. Why didn't I just do a shot, sing Amazing Grace and call it a day? So for the last 16 months, I've only added layers to my hair, but never trimmed the length. These days it's looking ragged, but I'm determined to get my bangs down to my shoulders, and if I am strong willed, make it to next summer before another cut. So to ease my bi-monthly compulsion for scissors, I decided to color it instead. Not sure how I feel about it, but at least I look a little more like Solveig now.

Not missing Big Papi one bit.

2009-09-14T09:38:00.000-07:00

Soon after all the doping nonsense, I became disinterested in following professional baseball. Just completely turned off. Still love the game, but needed a break. I declared that I would only follow surfing and tennis until the Celtics and Pats seasons started. Luckily, the US Open has been insane to follow - every player is just so completely absorbed in their matches. No bullshit, just amazing athleticism, and determination. Makes me want to grab my racket and serve some aces at my husband. Of course, it's usually the other way around, but I do have a nice lob. And yes, Federer's above hit - through his legs - was in.

*update: also HATE that Kate Hudson's dating ARod, that loser.

Another glorious September afternoon

2009-09-14T09:22:00.000-07:00

Completely caught up with deadlines, so I will spend my Solveig nap time working outside in the yard. I should be cleaning up the perennials and the vegetable garden, but instead I will be attempting to turn our cement patio into a chess board, like the one above, except less posh, of course.

When in Rome....

2009-09-13T16:49:00.000-07:00

When my mother goes into her kitchen, opens some cabinets, looks in the fridge, throws whatever she feels like into a skillet spiced with a little of this, and A LOT of that, you can be sure that in an hour or less you will be eating the best meal you've had in months. Hailing from Port of Spain, Trinidad, her taste palette was raised on fusion. Therefore, I don't have the slightest clue as to why the Olive Garden is her all time favorite restaurant. She would kiss the cook and sweep the floors on her way out if they let her. Whenever I ask for her reasoning, she always answers emphatically, "Oh, I love it there!". So, I was pleasantly relieved when while in Boston yesterday, she declared Legal Seafoods as her late lunch spot of choice. I personally don't eat in chain restaurants - unless being forced to by said mother - but I have to say, Legal did not disappoint. On an incredibly busy Saturday, steps away from touristy Quincy Market and the Long Warf, our food arrived fresh, and surprisingly tasty. I probably will never go to Legal Sea Foods again in my life, but in case any of you do, take note - their signature drinks rock. Although, I wouldn't recommend having any before taking the duck tour.

Surf is up, and work is easily forgotten

2009-09-11T13:16:00.000-07:00

Spent a good chunk of time messing around with the format and design of this blog today -and I'm still not satisfied. But since it's Friday afternoon and a storm is moving in, I should be thinking about other things. Happy weekend!

Born down in a dead man's town

2009-09-11T09:13:00.001-07:00

I really like the American List found on a blog I read to help keep my husband abreast of some manly stuff, like slick boots and incredible wallets. It has obviously become harder and harder to buy domestically made stuff, but it's always worth checking the label before making that final purchasing decision. My father, an accountant for the IRS and a WWII vet, would neither accept nor buy anything that was not made in the USA. I vividly remember being about 10, and presenting him with a new pair of pjs one Christmas. After finding the tag that read MADE IN CHINA or some other foreign country, he abruptly asked that they be returned. Harsh, but he was onto something then, and he left a lasting impression on my insight into the global economy. A true Democrat, he was all about for the people, by the people. I guess I don't have to feel guilty about putting any excess savings toward a Rag and Bone purchase then - sweet.

Can I kick it?

2009-09-10T16:40:00.000-07:00

Finally got my favorite local skate shop to bring in some more RVCA. I love it all, and I have to remind myself that although I don't currently live in SoCal - I once briefly did - and I hated it. So now I just ignore the fact that no one my age in my current locale will ever appreciate the sexy sloppiness of this old school label. I do earn some street cred from the high schoolers, which helps when I try to maneuver my ginormous stroller around their favorite loitering spots downtown.

come and lay down beside me

2009-09-10T08:16:00.000-07:00

Really diggin' the sounds of Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan, from the Ramblin Man EP. It makes me think of a slight damsel being rescued by a burly, stoic maverick - and not of the John McCain variety. Mark Lanegan's voice is filled with just the right dose of sexy grit. Do you Wanna (come walk with me) is my favorite track. Although their first collaboration was largely a concept album, it's still filled with glistening gems. Got a lot of work done yesterday, so today I get to practice playing banjo before tomorrow's lesson. I also get to catch up on my online shopping. I'll start here, for inspiration.

Curse of the nines

2009-09-09T07:51:00.000-07:00

Since today's date reads as 9/9/09, I thought I'd start off my workday by listening to Mahler's Symphony No. 9 in D Major. Gustav Mahler, not unlike Beethoven and many other significant composers, died after composing his ninth symphony, and the music world soon after coined the title of this post. Mahler's 9th is like an intense morning run for me, which begins and ends rather peacefully, while rapidly fluctuating breaths accentuate its core. Did Mahler and Beethoven know those symphonies would be their last? How would our own work change if we had such information? Not that I'm planning on checking out any time soon, but today as I edit I will strive to leave the best impression possible - it's too easy to just try harder next time, and I'm sure Gustav would agree that nothing really good, is easy.

Make mine a double

2009-09-08T11:15:00.000-07:00

Not only the best show on television, but also the best drinkers. Although I'd prefer to drink my Old Fashioned at Noir in Cambridge, I will have to settle on mixing my drinks at home while in my best waist cinching dress (or sweatpants, whatevs).

How We See Things

2009-09-06T05:34:00.000-07:00

For those of you who are into things like typography, and product logo and design, this is a great read. Creating a targeted, memorable design is something that requires more thought than the average person realizes, yet the average person deferentially relies on those designs time and time again. I know I am a sucka for my Clean Slate, among other things.

From California to the New York Island

2009-09-04T16:44:00.001-07:00

If you ever wonder why you have it so good at your workplace (that is, if you have a job these days), this guy's partially to thank. During Labor Day weekend, I can't think of anyone better to toast than Woody Guthrie, a champion of laborer's rights and freedoms; a leader with a pocket of coal, and a heart of gold. While you're enjoying some free time, tip one back for Woody.

Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

-W.G.

Gotta find the queen of all my dreams

2009-09-04T11:27:00.000-07:00

Been listening to a lot of Philip Glass while I work on edits lately; I haven't found a living composer as thoughtful, or as guiding. Editing calls for a very focused attention to detail - many times from just one of those details, comes the very essence of a written piece. Figuring out what to cut, and what to reveal can be as gratifying as listening to the right song at the right moment - and it always involves some sort of journey. Philip Glass is my trusted navigator, although I do reach for a little Zeppelin to jumpstart my ride every now and again.

Home Improvement

2009-09-03T12:52:00.001-07:00

I know that I will never redo my kitchen. I know this. It will never look like I imagine it could, and when I do finally believe I have the perfect way to reinvent it, we will have outgrown our house. Still, I love looking at other people's houses, architects plans, construction sites (for obvious reasons), and lately real estate listings to see how people are styling their kitchens - which are usually sort of lame, supporting my theory that if you love your kitchen, truly love your kitchen, you will never pack your bags. At any rate, this guy's got some things figured out, and I love how this couple created a super cool local hangout.

Dressed to Undress

2009-09-03T08:20:00.001-07:00

I had the great fortune of going back to school shopping for my husband, a science educator. I could not believe how much I loved it. On my own at J Crew, I wasn't the slightest bit interested in the women's section, as I collected outfit upon outfit until I made him look as close to these guys as possible. J Crew male models get it right. Rugged yet somehow polished, either in their studious gazes, or perfect haircuts. Visions of men we want to spend our afternoons with, wonder about, but not necessarily be married to. After all, wouldn't that just change our entire viewing and shopping experience? This made me think about what my husband would dress me in, and why. Somehow, I don't think he'd get it quite as right.

hark what light through yonder window breaks

2009-09-02T10:40:00.000-07:00

There is no better place to be than New England in the fall. Although I am peacefully content in my little port town, I wouldn't mind spending a week in the Autumn Anthropologie catalog, where each page unveils exquisite treasures brought forth by the crisp change of seasons.

who's hot? i'm hot. you're hot. she's hot.

2009-08-23T04:31:00.000-07:00

I got a great pair of Hudson jeans last June. For a while, I would only see them on a lot of yuppie moms and thus I tucked them into the back of my closet, and continued with my JBrand and Diesel devotion. But then I saw their new ad campaign with Georgia May Jagger - Mick and Jerry Hall's youngest daughter - and just like one of those pigeonholed housewives, I was sold. Out came the jeans, and on came the workouts. But, I will not be pairing these with loafers or sensible shoes any time soon.

Cosmic Inspiration

2009-08-22T19:28:00.000-07:00

Listened to David Bowie on the Life Aquatic soundtrack en route home tonight from R.I. He was all over the place, but in a good way. The lyrics from Life on Mars are way the hell out there, but if you stay with them from the start, you just may get to Mars and back. And that's fun, right? Plus, he is one sharp dresser.