After two image-less lengthy posts, here are images from Jane Schouten's home. (of All the Luck in the World) Do you remember, she is the woman with winning christmas tree. Saying I am dazzled by her style does not begin to cover it. Made By Girl posted about her the other day, and I thought it was interesting the changes that Jane made to her house compared to this post here from a year ago.
Things do feel like they are crumbling down just a little bit. So the fat lady has sung for Domino and I'm wondering what to think. Am I mad or glad or sad?
I am typing this with crippling arthritis-like feelings in my fingers. Every letter typed is a little ouch. aïe. ouch. ow!
Waiting for my sister to come over for dinner with her family. I'm making lemon infused roasted chicken, (basically roasted chiken and squeezed lemon juice, but it is the word infused--which must be used casually in the conversation-- that makes it sound like I know what I'm doing in the kitchen.) Also tomato and zucchini tian and a berry cobbler. I don't feel berry good today by the way. Sore muscles, PMS and either a broken finger or arteritis. Nothing loads of food and a visit from my brand new nephew won't cure.
It's raining in L.A. today. The rain never ceases to give me pangs of nostalgia for France. Growing up in Paris and its vicinities i had to endure rain 380 days out of the year. Our only assurance of experiencing sunshine was to take a month-long vacation in the south, usually in Cannes which holds particularly lovely memories for me.
When will my acute case of Obama-mania die down? Hopefully soon so that i can finally get something accomplished. I can't get enough of the Commander in Chief, the First Lady, the First Children and every minute details of yesterday. What I'm really craving to see is a picture of him sitting at his desk in the oval office. Only then will it feel real.
Hmm... that felt good.. President Obama! Yeahhh! I wept freely this morning, just from witnessing the energy and love emanating from the crowd.
Can you feel it in the air? The buzz of anticipation, the excitement. It feels like the dawn of a new day. Sexy black men are becoming presidents, planes are gently landing on water, there are cease-fires all over the place. I will go as far as saying, judging by the insanely low temperatures, that the planet is experiencing global cooling (okay, i'm kidding about that.) Still, I can't help believing that things are going to get good, very, very good and that we're at the tipping point of America's new consciousness.
Or should have I titled this post friendship 911?
Bhahr! I just wrote a long post and the application quit before i could save it. I'm disgusted. Oh well, Inshallah! it was a lame-o post anyway.
This is a pretty daring commercial as American commercials go. And best of all, my friend Lenora (YEAHHH LENORA!!!) plays the mom.
So my husband works in 'the business', which in L.A signifies the one and only business: The Entertainment Business.
I used to salivate in front of home magazines and blogs, now I only read decor magazines when I'm in a doctor's waiting room and zip through my deco blog RSS feed in five minutes without getting that little jolt of excitement once.
(note: the kittens and puppies, taken off google, are irrelevant to this post and are a not so subtle ploy to a- get your attention and b- ingratiate myself with future voters.)
I wish I had been wise and witty enough to write this article in the Los Angeles Times. Rosa Brooks gives us a lesson in perfecting stupidity and managed to make me laugh about war. She goes on about" How to be stupid Hamas style", then "How to be stupid Israeli style", "Bush style", and so on.
The work of French textile artist Sophie Cuvelier has been sprouting all over France and has me wanting to get rid of everything in the house to replace it with garlands.
I’ve been working on a fancy borrowed computer, and I feel disoriented as though I were made to live in someone else’s beautiful apartment. Perfect in every way, but not mine. I still don’t have my bookmarks, and therefore my collection of images I wanted to share with you. So I’ll show you my latest goof off instead.
I designed this and asked my sixteen year old to do his Photoshop magic. The original card contains the rest of the family but I won’t post pix of my kids, a compromise with my husband;a very private person who shares the aborigines belief that pictures can steal your soul.
So here it is:
Pretty cool no? This is the proof that you can never believe pictures these days, which is too bad. On the bright side my son might have a career in forgery, or counterfeiting.
I am giddy to have recovered all my missing family pictures! So I'll illustrating this post with photos I took on the island of Kauai last summer, I think I've posted them before but oh well.
So here is the subject: Steve Palina is a personal development blogger, and a well known one. His New Year resolution, he announced, is to switch his love relationship from Monogamy to Polyamory.
As he notes, polygamy is illegal in the United states, yet polyamory is perfectly legal.
This is not cheating, oh no. This is poly amour! Très different. In France, we have something similar, called ‘prendre une maitresse’, literary ‘take a mistress.” Or for a woman ‘prendre un amant.” The spouse closes his or her eyes, and usually his or her permission isn’t required. This polyamor concept, however, seems to involve the agreement of the spouse. And the beauty of it is that it is, I repeat, perfectly legal.
This isn't swinging either,(also legal) which would permit both spouses to have fun. No, the only one doing the polyamory bizwax here is the blogger.
To paraphrase: the blogger is deeply in love and commited to his wife of fifteen years, they have two children under ten and have no desire to divorce or separate. What the blogger feels, however, is that he has too much love that he wants to give and experience (what we in the business call P.H or Permanently Horny) to narrow himself to one woman. He has put an enormous deal of thought and research into this, he has studied, weighted, analyzed the pros and cons and decided to go with it. His wife has agreed to the great polyamorous resolution of 2009 and tells us why here.
As preposterous, as it might sound, when I read the post, I was thinking, heh, why not.
And then I woke up drenched and came to my senses.
Now this is someone just out of a 31 day juice fast, an ordeal I followed with growing bafflement. To me this Polyamory bit is simply another very bad idea on his part. He said he noticed a ‘boost in his intuitive abilities” following the fast. Personally I start suspecting I might be Jesus on a single thimble of raw beet juice, so I saw wowwww.. sloww down...wait a minute. I have questions:
1- Did he think of ingesting some protein, or a handful of almonds before pulling his new years resolution out of his rear end? Things might have turned out differently. For example, he could have resolved to paint the basement instead.
2- Shouldn’t a new year resolution be limited to the person who makes it?
3- How did he tell his wife? Did he said, 'guess, what Honey, good news!" Did he wait for the pot of soup to cool off just in case she poured it over his head.
4- Before he told his wife, did he investigated the existence of the perfect polyamory candidate, a woman willing to live on love alone to the exclusion of all other commitment?
3- Is he absolutely sure to be good in bed? The juice fasting indicates the kind of person who wears socks with sandals. Can men in socks and sandal be good in bed? If you have information on the subject, please share. And if he isn’t, go back to #2 and you’ve got a problem.
4- His wife has already put up with the juice fasting, (flatulence, mood swings, excruciating body odor) the socks and sandal deal and now this. Has he thought of having her canonized?
Joking aside, to me this isn’t about right or wrong, it’s not about the bible, it’s not about judgement, it’s not about being a feminist or a man hater, it’s not about society, and it might not even be about sandals and socks. It’s about human nature. It’s simply that it’s never going to work. Humans are jealous, even the most evolved, the most well-meaning humans among us are. His wife will soon feel betrayed and rejected at some core level. If he loves her as he says he does, this is not something he should put her through, in actions or even in discussions. And then have her benediction? Oh pleuaheeze! And putting a Latin root to one’s screwing around? Double pleuaheeze.
All this talking about Polyamor makes me want to sing. Do you want to sing along?
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much soup
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita Bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
And you’ll sleep on the couch like the dope that you are
Please read the whole post, it's long and smells of something not unlike manure but it's really worth it. To the question of selfishness, his response is: "I feel inspired by my current level of giving, and I want to expand upon that. This is a journey that I believe will be wonderful to share… on multiple levels."
Hope this post doesn't attract all kinds of spams. If it does I'll have to delete it. It's been happening a lot.
Following the death of my computer and the overly enthusiastic post ‘good bye imac, hello life', I did embrace life for a brief moment. Now that that folly is behind me I find myself cozily back at my desk where I belong.
At my desk, but not at MY computer. I’m writing today from my husband's fancy laptop, which I find suspiciously foreign and unnaturally thin. How could any decent writing be born on such an unsubstantial machine?
My old keyboard, a chunky and very dirty antique from back in 2003 when they still made them that way, made me feel safe. On it my fingers danced or rather, by the sound of it, hammered one word after another into immortality. On the laptop, I can neither hear nor feel the letters as they’re being typed and the keyboard is so minuscule it makes my fingers feel cumbersome and sausagy. Hate that. Today I am picking up the remains of my computer, years of work miraculously transferred into a separate drive. I’ll get a new computer soon, but for all intents and purposes I’m back.
Hmm… that was a long paragraph to say nothing worthwhile. Yes, I’m back indeed.
Before I get into the New Year resolution bit, I want to tell you about the images on this post. They’re paintings by the often forgotten Maynard Dixon. I use to find his work garish, the colors too saturated. Now it’s the opposite, his work makes my American spirit soars as high as the old bold eagle. On our way from Palms Spring to Idyllwild a few days ago I was astounded by the beauty of the changing landscape. We drove on route 74, which meanders and goes up rapidly in elevation. In a little over an hour we went from the austere beauty of the desert, crazy rock formation, yuccas and saguaro cactus to the alpine forest, giant redwoods and mountain peaks thick with snow (a record for December.) The sky was that fantastic blue that is so particular of California in the winter. It made me want to paint. Then I thought better of it and brought you Maynard Dixon instead, leave it to the pros.
So my resolutions for the New Year: druuumrollllll:
*Become more of a YES woman. That’s going to be so frigging hard to do.
*Spend more time living life, less time writing about it. (Aka blogging.)
*Simplify everything: thinking, (especially thinking!) relationships, consumption, activities.
*Wean the family off meat. That's basically irrational thinking, I'm so carnivorous i could practically eat raw ground beef in the meat isle of the supermarket like others munch on candy or cereal. Yet I know meat is gross and wrong and brings me GUILT and probably is probably rotting our inside with Creutzfeldt-Jacob. (By the way, how come we don't hear of mad cow anymore? Could it be that we have bigger, much, much bigger problems on our hands now. Hah, i feel kinda nostalgic of those mad-cow times.)
*Feel less guilt.
*Learn to live on less: (not a resolution per se, more of an injunction from the upper echelon.)
Hmmm... I can't help but detect giant flaws in my plan. How can I resolve to become a yes woman and yet focus on all the things I need to say no to. I'm just a conflicted person.
Some of you have already posted your resolutions, but if you want to I’d love to read about them.