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Rockaway Taco, A Selby Film from the selby on Vimeo.

Like a Kid

I read a cute post this morning (or possibly it was the afternoon that creeped up on me) from a blog included in my harem of blogs.

She spoke of remembering one's childhood, full of belief (or rather failing to prove the nonexistence) of fairies/ghosts , seeing the world as a place of possibility, with tea parties full of pretend and not so pretend guests.

image via Anna Moller

I suppose what she was trying to tell me, is that my life has never been so childlike. Ive never been so excited for what is to come and always willing to welcome breaks in the day with teas, coffees, and freshly baked goods. I'm also fairly sure I will never stop begging for an Easy Bake oven come Christmukkah time. Funny for a gal who isn't particularly fond of teeny tykes.

And nothing like keeping your inner child alive by surrounding yourself my a bunch of wackos***:

***I use the term wacko in the most endearing and complimentary way possible.

Danny B.... Makin Shit Happen

Every time I listen to Dan Barber... well lets just say I dont have anything to argue with him about. His thoughts on agriculture and food seem so clear and sensical whenever he speaks... so why can't we seem to get our shit together? Come on world.

His dorky foodie persona wins me over time and time again... not to mention, he's a little funny too.

Premier

Fall. Autumn. Whatever you like to call it... happy first day of chai lattes, pumpkin everything, and scarves. Let coziness ensue.

September

photo via Blue Hour




It was about one year ago that I was walking up from the metro, heavy bags at my ankles trying to translate the phrase "depeches toi!!", to find my first resting place in Paris. It was about two years ago at this same time when I was welcomed to the land of bugs and composting toilets in the rainforest of Costa Rica. And has it already been 6 years since the time I arrived in New York, all by my lonesome at the start of all my crazy journeys?



And now back in California, same time, new place. What is it about fall... maybe its the change of colors, the anticipated longing of the season that lay behind us, the start of yet another school year... that seems ceremonial for all things new and allows us to hit that good old restart button. So maybe the Jews really do have their New Year right. The past few months I have been experiencing this overwhelming feeling of gratitude for all my experiences in the past and for all the possibilities that seem so vast and open for the future. They all seem to start in September and even though peaches and tomatoes are starting to disappear, the end of summer doesn't seem so bad afterall.

On Passion

after chatting with one of my roomies this morning, starting to get to know each other over what we love and the excitement that drives us both... I thought this was supremely apropos when I stumbled across it after our chat.

Sometimes we need a bit of reminding... or maybe that's just me. Have a fun day.

The Past Couple Weeks Behind My Point & Shoot

So my dinky little camera doesn't capture the most spectacular photos, but it has held what Ive been doing for the past few weeks. Mostly because Ive been on the go and it fits nicely in my back pocket... Alors, this is what it saw...

Amanda and I drinking copious amounts of caffeinated and decaffeinated beverages...

and the same two girls playing homeless and sleeping in a car.... on the road...

a trip to SF with the Xtina, where we stumbled across my perfect vespa (also perfect for picnic going)....

acting silly with these cuzzles at Norah Jones in Berkley...so fun by the way...

(and note to self and them.... i need to pay them.... I will take this moment to say I am sorry to each person I have not paid back immediately or semi-swiftly. It is not one of my strong points, but I am working on it. I do always pay, the check just isnt always punctual. Note to new landlady if you have found this... I am semi kidding.)

my baked goods...

..... saw old vb-ers play in an alumni match. But didnt capture the day after pain....

and moving into my new home....

veggie garden!
back porch!

the view from my room.... a Buddha, boogie board, and plants... perfection.

What a couple weeks. I regret my point & shoot not seeing what a wonderful two days I spent with my mom at the beach, how much I miss my lil sis and my east coast counterparts, chats with Laura on the sunny lawn, how much I am in love with O magazine, and anticipation for what is to come. But all in all... you did good kid. A la prochaine...

I Thought I Was Strange...

Hello all,

So, some exciting news amd updates...after spending a delightful summer in Monterey/Carmel area I thought it would be a pretty nice place to call home for a bit. So, after searching for a job here and there I have landed myself at the cutest little French restaurant in downtown Carmel. The plan is that I will be working there for a bit while the bakery/coffee shop/pizzeria extension is getting ready to open... then ill hop next door with my beret in tow. I've met some great people thusfar, and after two dream-like job offers (the other being half baker half creative developer of sorts...which I will be doing on the side) I joked that finding an apartment would probably be harder than finding a job. huh. not so amusing afterall.

After Paris and New York, a smallish seaside California town would be a piece of cake in the apartment hunting world...right? Huh. (again) Perusing Craigslist got me a bit worried at first since nearly all the posts read something like "Peace. Love. Harmony." or "No visitors and Limited Bathroom Privileges." Still on the excitement high from the new place of work, I didn't let it bother me too much. But after visiting a house that smelled like pee and being greeted by a guy who clenched a forty (a Cobra not to mention) in his hand at 10:30 in the morning I began to worry. Another house welcomed me with the TV blaring so loudly I wouldn't even hear the surfer dude who was trying to rent it to me. Another bid me farewell, not with the commonplace "Have a nice day" but rather "Peace be with you." And these were the ones that made it past the Craigslist screening and phone calls! And when I finally got a second to sit down for a snack, a crazy Aussie started running around (literally...i kid you not) and yelling at me that cell phones give you cancer. Huh. This should be an interesting year to say the least.

But alas, one place was pretty perfection, a nice size house in Seaside... on top of hill with two lovely ladies. They have a deck, compost, and a veggie garden.... even a view of the ocean. The only catch? They are seeing several people who want the place, so I guess they have to like me as much as I like their view. In the meantime, I'm going to try and do something to counteract all the crazy hippie-rageous-ness circling me. Maybe Ill go hunting or something. Just kidding. I think.

The lovely Amanda et moi lunching at La Bicyclette way before the notion of working there popped onto the scene