touchdown (redeye)

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.