speaking of . . .

npr | the world | trying to see it understand it and learn more about it | sitting outside on a perfect day, in my favorite plaza having a cana or a tinto de verano | making new friends | alone time | fashion | movies | current events | traveling | reading | change (i'm allergic to monotony) | naps | good deeds | cold air on my face when i'm sleeping | siesta | city not country | beaches not mountains | spring not fall | black not white | beer & wine | dogs & cats | doers not talkers | democrats not republicans | fc barcelona | independence | macs | not having a plan all of the time | keeping up with old friends | underdogs | open hearts
nprfreshair:

Check out the Best Actress gowns over the years… Wishing  Katharine Hepburn went in 1934—and every other year she won—so we could’ve seen what she wore [awesome pantsuit?]
infographic via mediarundigital

I’d love to see Best Supporting Actress as well! Gwyneth’s pink gown was so different at the time!

nprfreshair:

Check out the Best Actress gowns over the years… Wishing  Katharine Hepburn went in 1934—and every other year she won—so we could’ve seen what she wore [awesome pantsuit?]

infographic via mediarundigital

I’d love to see Best Supporting Actress as well! Gwyneth’s pink gown was so different at the time!

MY FIRST SOLO FLORAL GIG!!  COMPLETE.

here are photos from the wedding and reception.  i feel like a proud parent posting photos of my first child after a hard labor.  here she is…  

at Railyard Bar & Grill

Heisenberg and Jesse deviled eggs #breakingbad #felina

Heisenberg and Jesse deviled eggs #breakingbad #felina

Gotta love this!  Ed Helms, Jason Bateman, Jason Sudekis (as Marcus complete with mustache, earring and vest) and Will Forte.

Aaaand action! (at Casa de Cobra)

Aaaand action! (at Casa de Cobra)

El Chupacabra, an indie film is being filmed partially at our house. The production crew has taken over our house since Thursday. Look at what they’ve done! Tomorrow begins filming at 5am. There will be cast trailers, catering, and lots more in and around our movie set/house. It’s really fun to watch! 
 (at Casa de Cobra)

El Chupacabra, an indie film is being filmed partially at our house. The production crew has taken over our house since Thursday. Look at what they’ve done! Tomorrow begins filming at 5am. There will be cast trailers, catering, and lots more in and around our movie set/house. It’s really fun to watch!
(at Casa de Cobra)

Last night’s wedding I assisted #NouveauRomantics with (at Vuca Co-Op)

Last night’s wedding I assisted #NouveauRomantics with (at Vuca Co-Op)

Floral Design is a dangerous occupation. Don’t f*ck with us. #therewillbeblood

Floral Design is a dangerous occupation. Don’t f*ck with us. #therewillbeblood

This was originally posted in German, I think, so I’m not sure what it’s actually from.  How great would it be to be there?

Best band i’ve heard in a long time. And they are from Mexico! #theguadaloops (at The Sahara)

Best band i’ve heard in a long time. And they are from Mexico! #theguadaloops (at The Sahara)

Seems like yesterday.  #neverforget #stillhurts (at World Trade Center)

Seems like yesterday. #neverforget #stillhurts (at World Trade Center)

One of the Most Moving Short Stories Ever

A History of Everything, Including You
by Jenny Hollowell

it’s best to listen to it here:

http://www.radiolab.org/blogs/radiolab-blog/2013/jun/13/trouble-everything/

or to digest it, read it below:

First there was god, or gods, or nothing.
Then synthesis, space, the expansion, explosions, implosions, particles, objects, combustion, and fusion.
Out of the chaos came order, stars were born and shown and died.
Planets rolled across their gallaxis on invisible ellipses and the elements combined and became.
Life evolved or was created.

Cells trembled, and divided, and gasped and found dry land. Soon they grew legs, and fins, and hands, and antenna, and mouths, and ears, and wings, and eyes.
Eyes that opened wide to take all of it in, the creeping, growing, soaring, swimming, crawling, stampeding universe.

Eyes opened and closed and opened again, we called it blinking.
Above us shown a star that we called the sun.
And we called the ground the earth.
So we named everything including ourselves.
We were man and woman and when we got lonely we figured out a way to make more of us.
We called it sex, and most people enjoyed it.
We fell in love.
We talked about god and banged stones together, made sparks and called them fire, we got warmer and the food got better.

We got married, we had some children, they cried, and crawled, and grew.
One dissected flowers, sometimes eating the petals.
Another liked to chase squirrels.
We fought wars over money, and honor, and women.
We starved ourselves, we hired prostitutes, we purified our water.
We compromised, decorated, and became esoteric.
One of us stopped breathing and turned blue.
Then others.
First we covered them with leaves and then we buried them in the ground.
We remembered them.
We forgot them.
We aged.

Our buildings kept getting taller.
We hired lawyers and formed councils and left paper trails, we negotiated, we admitted, we got sick, and searched for cures.
We invented lipstick, vaccines, pilates, solar panels, interventions, table manners, firearms, window treatments, therapy, birth control, tailgating, status symbols, palimony, sportsmanship, focus groups, zoloft, sunscreen, landscaping, cessnas, fortune cookies, chemotherapy, convenience foods, and computers.
We angered militants, and our mothers.

You were born.
You learned to walk, and went to school, and played sports, and lost your virginity, and got into a decent college, and majored in psychology, and went to rock shows, and became political, and got drunk, and changed your major to marketing, and wore turtleneck sweaters, and read novels, and volunteered, and went to movies, and developed a taste for blue cheese dressing.

I met you through friends, and didn’t like you at first.
The feeling was mutual, but we got used to each other.
We had sex for the first time behind an art gallery, standing up and slightly drunk.
You held my face in your hands and said that I was beautiful.
And you were too.
Tall with a streetlight behind you.
We went back to your place and listened to the White Album.
We ordered in.
We fought and made up and got good jobs and got married and bought an apartment and worked out and ate more and talked less.
I got depressed.
You ignored me.
I was sick of you.
You drank too much and got careless with money.
I slept with my boss.
We went into counseling and got a dog.
I bought a book of sex positions and we tried the least degrading one, the wheelbarrow.
You took flight lessons and subscribed to Rolling Stone.
I learned Spanish and started gardening.

We had some children who more or less disappointed us but it might have been our fault.
You were too indulgent and I was too critical.
We loved them anyway.
One of them died before we did, stabbed on the subway.
We grieved. We moved.
We adopted a cat.
The world seemed uncertain, we lived beyond our means.
I got judgmental and belligerent, you got confused and easily tired.
You ignored me, I was sick of you.
We forgave.
We remembered.
We made cocktails.
We got tender.
There was that time on the porch when you said, can you believe it?

This was near the end and your hands were trembling.
I think you were talking about everything, including us.
Did you want me to say it?
So it would not be lost?
It was too much for me to think about.
I could not go back to the beginning.
I said, not really. And we watched the sun go down.
A dog kept barking in the distance, and you were tired but you smiled and you said, hear that?
It’s rough, rough.
And we laughed.
You were like that.

Now, your question is my project and our house is full of clues.
I’m reading old letters and turning over rocks.
I burry my face in your sweaters.
I study a photograph taken at the beach, the sun in our eyes, and the water behind us.
It’s a victory to remember the forgotten picnic basket and your striped beach blanket.
It’s a victory to remember how the jellyfish stung you and you ran screaming from the water.
It’s a victory to remember treating the wound with meat tenderizer, and you saying, I made it better. I will tell you this, standing on our hill this morning I looked at the land we chose for ourselves, I saw a few green patches, and our sweet little shed, that same dog was barking, a storm was moving in.
I did not think of heaven, but I saw that the clouds were beautiful and I watched them cover the sun.

the big 39 (plus 1, ok?)

it was a great birthday, actually.  as much as i dreaded it— it was a perfect birthday.  st. thomas and a dinner with my favorite people!  

love, love, love.

OH yeah… i woke up the next morning feeling a little hung over but remembering that i threatened to punch our darling, little waitress in the face for doing the birthday shenanigans when i said i didn’t want it.  i kept saying it over and over “i will punch you in the face if you do anything birthday related…” she was giggling but i wonder what she really thought.  i mean, really?  what kind of idiot does that?  geez.  this is 40?