a planner's valentine

the arterial roads around UCLA (hilgard, veteran, wilshire and sunset).

the world according to alaska

the new monorail?

maglev in LA?

holiday giftgiving

a guide from treehugger.

and yeah, i do hug trees in my spare time. fuck all ya'll.

when time slows down

this weekend i: hosted my first thanksgiving, travelled 800 miles by car, made my first stuffing, saw two dear friends married, wandered around an amazing beautiful yayoi kusama room, received noise complaints from the neighbors, both flashed someone and was flashed, freaked out over my dress, cried with happiness, had my first interaction with the miracle of fashion tape, read the phrase "human beings are amnesia machines," met both my boyfriend's best friend and his sister in one drunken episode, made out on the goldsmith overlook, listened to half of two books on tape, barely managed to keep my cool, witnessed the unfortunate sprawl of phoenix, arizona, shot two rolls of film and came *this* close to buying a robot at target.

there's probably more, i just can't remember.

why i'm giving thanks

10 hours

5 people (plus luggage)

1 not-so-big car

we managed not to kill each other

we're having 22 people over for thanksgiving

god help us.

la in elevation

bright lights big city

the future times square of los angeles.

we'll fill our mouths with cinnamon

my mom and dad are in town. we're baking cookies.

in honor of them:

sons and daughters - the decemberists

i'm getting a gold tooth

jealous?

in my head at the moment

fidelity - regina spektor

what's the use - jamie lidell

tickets to crickets - ferraby lionheart

pico station

yoga is a journey, not a destination

as i stretched and flexed my way through yoga today, i began to notice how much my flexibility has improved. for those not in the know, my lower body is about as flexible as dried pasta.

i was kind of pleased with myself - after all, i've been practicing yoga for 4 years. strength came quickly, but the flexibility has been difficult. today's class was quite heartening.

until i remembered that my dentist had fed me a muscle relaxer this morning.

sigh.

equal parts pathetic and disgusting

O.J. Simpson to explain how he could 'hypothetically' have committed murders.

from the la times.

correction: measure h

in my earlier excited election exuberance i erroneously engraved that measure h was effectively elected to endow the city of los angeles with extensive equity to erect equitable economical edifices.

i was wrong.

lying down looking up

lesson learned

no more zombie movies before bedtime.

sam chats with a new friend

its time...

for apples and eucalyptus. the house smells divine.

tord boontje is designing for target

i'm not really into seasonal tableware, but if i were...

yeah, he's out too

dan savages definition of the santorum came up in polite conversation last night.

just thought i'd share.

its like christmas, halloween and thanksgiving all rolled into one

democratic house, 90 didn't pass, H did...

so now we're just waiting on the senate. it all comes down to the "macaca" guy.

this picture went missing the night of our party

i found it on myspace.

somehow he knew, without even asking, that i had tried dry dog food as a child.

but not snausages.

this is the kind of thing i find romantic.

someone left these (no note) in our mailbox the other day

curious.

i have been having the most cinematic dreams lately

last night i dreamt that i was walking down a dark street in a small mountain town. it was bitter cold outside and i could feel the ground crunch under my feet. snow! i thought. i dipped my hand down to taste the stuff but when it got to my mouth i realized it wasn't snow at all - it was sawdust. how odd, i thought. upon returning to my house full of friends (oh the little dramas and romantic twists among us - but that is a story for another time!) i told them of the sawdust snow. to them, it could only mean one thing: fire! fire? yes, fire! we stepped outside, and in the now-light sky the mountains were suddenly visible. and yes, they were on fire. as a visitor, i was aghast. as locals, they knew just what to do. we rushed to the center of town to join the firefighting efforts.

somehow in all the frenzy i lost my friends, and when i finally saw them again they (along with the rest of the town) were boarding dogsleds to head up the mountains. i ran towards them but my feet were clumsy in the sawdust snow and i couldn't get there in time. they were gone. i was stuck alone in the town square while all of my friends were out fighting wildfires.

but not for long. cut to me, soaring above the mountains in a giant yellow balloon. not a hot air balloon, mind you, but on the inside of giant blown up rubber balloon. this balloon was usually used to distribute condoms to the town, but i'd convinced the slightly kooky lady who ran it to give me a lift up the mountain.

as we safely alighted on the mountaintop, i realized that the filmmakers must have filmed that trip two different ways - once on the inside of a giant plastic sphere for my conversations with the condom lady, and again from the outside for the scenic view, perhaps tying a small helium balloon to the camera and dragging it up the mountain.

i'd always wondered how they filmed my dreams.

i turned my back for a second

and work took the opportunity to expand exponentially.

it's going to be a rough week, ladies and gentlemen.

2 days/3 nights in chicago

and i didn't manage to have chicago-style pizza or a chicago-style hot dog. therefore the trip was something of a failure.

i did, however, manage to save the world and meet mr t, not to mention see two of my favorite people, spend more than i have ever spent on a pair of boots, and have some serious city-envy.
these perhaps out weigh the lack of pizza and hot dogs.

perhaps.

butterflies taking flight

stars above us
cars below us

i miss my girls
and i miss real cities
with bodegas
and leaves on the wet ground (white stripes?)
and apartments
and spaces of manageable size.

this makes me wonder how long i can stay in LA. and stay sane.

off to chicago

to visit this one:

apparently they have seasons there, and its a bit cold at the moment.

i'm nervous.

no on 90

there's a few weeks yet before the elections, but i just had to get this out there. if you live in california, please vote no on Prop 90. its being touted as a way to reform eminent domain, which is actually something we need - but it goes much further than that.

basically, it gives private landowners the right to sue the government if any zoning change or new regulation (except those related to a narrow definition of health or safety) lowers their property value. this would stop urban planning in its tracks.

remember when inglewood changed their zoning to outlaw big box stores and prevent walmart from coming in? well, if prop 90 had been in place the people who owned the land that walmart was going to build on could have sued the city for millions of dollars. most likely the zoning change would not have happened, and walmart would have moved on in against community protests.

or have you ever, when travelling through south central, noticed that every grocery store is a liquor store, and every restaurant is fast food? well, there are currently zoning regulations in the works to prohibit new fast food restaurants, and require "grocery stores" to actually carry fresh produce. this won't happen if prop 90 is passed.

and don't even get me started on the environmental impact - the government could be sued for protecting natural habitats simply because the land has a higher value if developed.

it seems like this nice, innocent proposition aimed at protecting people from eminent domain, but its more like a trojan horse. please help get the word out.

we beat the number one team in the league tonight

everyone likes playing the silly girls in pink. until we win.

and then they get pissy.

fuck'em. seriously.

pan di stelle

years ago (in a land far far away) i fell in love with these little chocolate-hazelnut-starry night cookies, mostly because of their crunchy goodness, but also - i can't lie - because of their unbearable cuteness.

i found them the other day at the gourmet store just down the street. i'd given up on them upon my return to the states and basically forgotten they existed. one bite took me back like proust and his madeleines. i'm going to have to make these last.

party (m)

my friday mornings

marty's car was broken into last night

just outside my house.

the only thing they took was a biography of kurt godel.

nerds.

i had such a crush

on him in college. in an untouchable, from-afar kind of way.

now i just want to move to seattle and be friends with him and his all-encompassing love.

10th street

you know how in cheesy 1970's and 80's television chase scenes the car/motorbike/snowmobile always happens upon a truck that looks like it's going to block its escape route, but in reality has a ramp the the chasee uses to launch in the air and fly to the other side of the rising drawbridge?

i actually saw one of those trucks this morning. my head immediately started pedaling as fast as i could, determined look on my sweaty brow. onlookers tried to stop me, but i was having none of it. i flew up and off the ramp, over a stack of flaming tires, past the moon ET style, landing safely and gently about 100 yards down the road.

my body, unfortunately, pedaled gingerly around the beeping truck and then almost toppled over trying to pop a wheelie a few blocks later.

time and space

in transportation we study the urban form through the lense of transit. i'm used to thinking of space and distance in terms of inches, feet, miles and kilometers. but in transportation we measure it in time. although cities have grown larger in size over the years, they occupy the same space in time: a 45 minute radius around in the center of the city. as our transportation increases in speed - from foot to horse to streetcar to automobile to high speed rail - our cities increase in spatial distance.

there's also a universal travel-time constant: 90 minutes. from an ancient chinese villager on foot to the modern angeleno in her car, we all spend about about an hour and a half each day getting where we need to go...which suggests that there is some limit within ourselves that contains not only our travel time, but also shapes the physical space in which we live.

fascinating, no?

i'm learning how to make maps

i'm enjoying the design part, but i've got to work on my actual geography. notice how the pacific ocean is located in the middle of newport beach?

the world champion beer stein carrier

confidence is a powerful aphrodisiac

or should i say potent?

brian

i almost ran over diane sawyer today

she scurried out in front of my car like a cat. on wilshire boulevard no less.

in most cities you have to worry about stray pets. in la, it's celebrities.

@$%#& 8am meetings

this is why i'm not a #%@%#& joiner. never have been. now all of a sudden i'm not only a joiner, i'm a %^$##$$ leader. which means i not only have to attend, i have to prepare.

@$#%$^$.

why is it

that i always spell the word 'monthes' with an 'e' in it, and then have to go back and take the 'e' out? i've been doing this for years. i never ever get it right on the first try. its as if i've actually trained myself to spell months 'm-o-n-t-h-e-s-backspace-backspace-s'.

bizarre.

robyn

i wish i had done this all before

like, a million times. or even just once. i wish i had some sense of whether i'm doing this right, or if i'm going to fuck it all up. i wish things that are obvious to other people were obvious to me.

people tell me that you never really know what you're doing, that everyone is stumbling along blindly. but i've made some spectacular misjudgements in the not so distant past and i think my blind may be just a little bit darker than everyone else's.

i wish my experiences made me more sure of myself, instead of less sure.
i wish i didn't panic.

my body has rebelled

it doesn't want to do all the stuff i'd planned for this week, unless you consider aching and coughing and expectorating "getting stuff done."

it was not on my agenda for this week, i'll tell you that much.

katie

massive attack

my car may look small

but it can hold entire cities...

so we didn't win the competion. it would have been nice, but i'm not too upset about it. we made a conscious decision at the beginning of the project to do something big - something a bit outside the bounds of the assignment. we went more for 'paradigm shift' and less for 'applicable.'

i figure i'll have years to work on applicable.

samuel

scruff

i've alway had a things for beards. i'd say its growing on me but obviously that's more the case for him.


i apologize. i just couldn't resist that one.

robyn and muzy

feral children

documentary

website

via julia.

janice

kelly and oscar

portraits

a few months ago i began compiling my photo album for the last year. as i looked through my stacks of photographs, i noticed that most of my photos are of things. pretty, abstract things. interesting buildings, places, textures and patterns. these are great and - as i said - very pretty. yet they're somehow unsatisfying. although they provide the context and background for my life, they don't show the people who make it worthwhile.

i'm not a big fan of the "put your arm around each other and fake smile" snapshot, and so my photos of people tend to be limited to those who will let me snap incessant candid pictures of them. and while some of these turn out well, its a rare person who will cooperate, especially as i seem to take 20 unfortunate portraits for each decent one.

so lately i've been working on this. portraits are harder than they seem. its not just about composition and lighting and interesting angles. those i can work with. helping a person feel at ease in front of the camera - now that's a challenge.

this trip to new york gave me the opportunity (and excuse) to take more pictures of people. i think when you're only in town for a week they tend to humor you.

when i look back on this trip in 20 years i want to see the people i love, not some abstract landscape.

ok, maybe both.

its pouring

i left new york today

through this door.

220, 284

pythagoras believed that a friend represents an alter ego. he wrote "[a friend] is the other i, such as 220 and 284."

he called 220 and 284 'friendly numbers,' because they are each equal to sum of the other's proper divisors. that is, the proper divisors of 220 (1,2,4,5,10,11,20,22,44,55 and 110) sum to 284.

they are part and whole of each other. like friends.

i miss this place, but i also miss these people.

encounter

on tuesday night before my redeye, we went to the futurtistic dome restaurant at LAX.


the architecture was crazy, the decor kind of lame, the food overpriced.
but the view - the view was spectacular.


this afternoon i'll be on the train to new york. it's been entirely too long.

tamara

[diptych by m]

so this is how it works

on the radio - regina spektor

haircuts!

so you want to change the world

but then you realize that it involves flourescent lighting and forms in triplicate and the abandonment of career happiness and carpal tunnel syndrome and tired eyes and chattery office mates and multiple meetings of your forehead with brick walls.

and suddenly revolution seems very appealing.

gunter grass was a member of the Waffen SS

and it's got me thinking.

i know what the response should be: baaaaaad. nazis are baaaad.

and they were, i know.

but he was 17. would i have known any better at 17? if i had grown up under a nazi regime? if all of my friends, family, teachers, authority figures and peers were nazi? when i was 17, i was desperate for approval, desperate to fit in.

i like to think that i would have had the character and clarity to opt out, to stand up. that's what we all like to think, i'm sure. but clearly, not everyone does.

i suppose its the kind of thing you can't really know, until you face it.

and so i pose the question: is it better to face it and know for sure? or to enjoy the luxury of ignorance?

bbq - oh no! oh my!

bop bop ba

i found a reason - velvet underground

a girl like you - the troggs

i'm going to be up in the mountains that weekend

but if was in LA, i would definitely be here.

i will live through you all vicariously.

bethany

today is the day that dorothy parker and ray bradbury were born

if i ever give birth to a child i'm going to aim for today.

mission santa ines

i am so ticklish

it's amazing i don't dissolve into tiny bubbles when i walk down the street.

The Fauxrangina Challenge

so we've already established that orangina is wonderful. it is also, however, probibitively expensive. hence, The Fauxrangina Challenge.

orangina, you see, shouldn't be all that expensive. what is it, really, besides organge juice and fizzy water?

well, mr. senseless and i have set out to answer that very question. we have each - through painstaking trial and error - concocted our own recipes for orangina. mine's a little less sweet than the real thing, which i like. i suggest you give it a try.


Fauxrangina

1/3 cup orange juice
2/3 cup fizzy mineral water
1 tsp sugar

mix, stir and drink immediately.

quite refreshing.

anniversary

it was a year ago today that i posted my first entry on this site. it's been quite a year.

i think cake might be too sugary for the occasion, though. so tonight it will be an open-faced manchego and fig tartine.

salty-sweet, my favorite.

i painted my nails cotton candy pink

i thought it would make a nice change from my usual dark red. i don't know. a little more precious or something.

but now when i look down at my hands i wonder who's they are. i don't reconize them. they don't complement my skin tone or match any of my clothes. as girly as i can be about some things, i don't think cotton candy pink is one of them.

on a side note: i'm working on being more bitchy. watch out.

i suppose i'm getting used to goodbyes

it's important to get addresses.

i ate tofu until i popped

and then wandered over to to MOCA to check out saul williams and robert rauschenberg.

i have got to get out of the westside more often. maybe i'll move to little tokyo.

songs for a lazy, sunny sunday afternoon

walk in the park - oh no! oh my!

sun in my morning - saint etienne

fat and happy

that is me.

and before anyone launches in with a "you're not fat" tirade - let me explain. i am fat like a baby. i am warm and soft and pinchable. i have a tendency to lose weight at times when i am unhappy - regardless of what i eat. its like my body just refuses nourishment. but now my cells have chosen to line themselves with goosedown blankets of fat, comprised of rosemary potato chips and fried plantains and hunks of cheese. of port wine and pizza and long meals with people i love.

i could survive long winters.

how good is orangina?

so good.

i am so done with LA drivers

i have had it up to here. these people are like waxed monkeys with fake boobs and cell phones. and i think i'm being a little harsh on monkeys there.

thankfully, i'm now well enough to resume riding my bike to work. although i suppose this just opens up a whole new can of traffic worms.

a bird pooped on me just as this picture was taken

he's sad because later tonight we're going to fry him up and eat him

i am going to sleep like the dickens

watch out.

i saw the preview for the world trade center movie the other day

or, rather, i sat through it with my head turned and my hands over my eyes.

isn't it funny how you can think you're totally over something, and then bam! it all comes rushing back? not always for such a clear reason, either.

more sad than funny, i suppose - the things we carry with us.

footwear