Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Schoolgirl giddiness

I happen to love the journalist/anchorman/interviewer, Charlie Rose.  This morning, he had an AMA (ask me anything) on Reddit.  And I got a question in at the last second - and HE ANSWERED IT!

I am on a cloud.  Charlie Rose, you are the man!  No one can pick a brain like that guy, and to briefly pick his for once is the treat of a lifetime.


I will always love youuuuuu, Charlie Rose.



Friday, March 22, 2013

My little guy

I love that he loves music, like his dad and I do.

Pictures of Curry Do Not Look Good on Facebook, in Case You Were Wondering.


Let's just file this in the "First World Problem of the Day" category:
Facebook needs more filters.  Specially, I mean filters to lower the visibility of key topics.  It's already a known fact that I can only handle so many inspirational quotes backdropped by photos of a waterfall (or rainforest, Dalai Lama, sunrise, scenic mountain range, etc.) in a day.  So please Facebook, let's just go ahead and put in a daily limit on that.  I have inspirational overload already. You are not helping.


Next, could we please have a filter for eliminating cat photos?  I have one acquaintance who actually shared 15 pictures of cats in less than 7 minutes this morning.  It wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't do it every day and all day long.  Dude - just.......stahhhhhhhhp.  I love cats.  I own 2 cats.  But I don't want pictures of them hacked up on the internet all day long.  I can look for cat photos myself, if I want to see cats.

Lastly, I want the ability to not see pictures of peoples' food.  I get that you love what you're eating, it's delicious, or maybe you made it yourself and you're proud.  That's great, and I'm proud of you, too!  Yay!  But pictures taken from a foot away, with a flash, almost never make food look appetizing, especially if it's some kind of brownish or yellowish chunky stew.  Nuff said.  Pictures of whole foods like apples, celery, and other unprocessed things.........and macro photos...or photos of baked goods like cupcakes....well, okay, I guess.  Maybe what I need is a specific filter to get rid of food that is chopped, cooked, sauced, and floating in a bowl.  Gross.

I know that I can "hide" people.  I don't want to have to dump my friends or hide them because they post inspirational saccharine dreck and brown, goopy food.   I know there are far worse things in the world to fret over.  Terrible, horrific things, even.  Just venting.  I know I am a whingebucket.
That is all.


Friday, March 15, 2013

Found some oldies but goodies


From my stub hoard.
October 21, 1991.  The now-defunct Liberty Lunch from my Austin days.  Good night!  I am so thankful to have met the kind of people in my youth that set me on the proper audio path; Away from the mainstream, brainrotting crud.  Especially my friend Pete, who was all on about some band called Nirvana in a magical, faraway place called Seattle, and then my college boyfriend Eric, who was a complete freak for all things SubPop.


Monday, Nirvana.  Friday, Bob Dylan.  Excellent week.



Then.


Liberty Lunch in 2007 (Google image)

NOW (picture from Google maps- it's currently a shopping center with a watch store and ladies clothes.  Blech.  Tearing down cultural landmarks is a stab in the heart.


My good friend, Space Needle, comforts me after my doctor appointment.

And his tag along friend, Monorail. 

I see you, Space Needle.  You can't hide from me and my smartphone.

#inlovewiththespaceneedle
#obsessedwiththespaceneedle
#iloveyouspaceneedle
#canyoumarryacementstructure

Monday, February 18, 2013

I love you, Space Needle.

I have a little bit of an obsession with the Space Needle.  I feel compelled to photograph it any time I'm near it.  I get tired of this city sometimes, but I never ever get tired of seeing my beloved Space Needle.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The anniversary of being from Nowhere

February 20 marks my official anniversary of moving to the Pacific Northwest.  It's been fifteen years.  This also means that I've pretty much spent an equal amount of time here, compared to other cities that I've lived in long-term (Houston, Austin), and much more time than others (Portland, Chicago). 
This is why I don't feel like I'm "from" anywhere anymore.  (I grew up in Houston, but I fantasized about leaving there since I was ten years old.)
I'm a nowhere girl.  I can't figure out whether this gives me positive or negative emotions.  But it does align with my dilettante tendencies. 
Also, I realized that I've been painting mandalas in one form or another for 13 years now.  How about that.  I actually found a hobby besides music to stick with.  Go me.

We are the village green preservation society

I had an explosion of extra succulent babies this winter.  All the babies had babies.  So now I am painting the cutest little 4” pot s...