so, dad you are getting married? again? really? after much soul searching i have come to terms with this. why not? everyone needs someone. i do wish him much love and happiness. now, back to me. i need something to wear, quickly! harvey faircloth (sweet name, huh?) where are you?
its been a while since i have had the time or something clever to share. someday i might get around to rehashing the last few months. all i will say right now is that i made it through.
and shop. i have a sad little bag filled with a few non descript gifts, nothing that i am very proud of distributing. i am never this late, we don't even have a tree yet. on the more postive side, i have catered and attended a least a dozen parties so far, but it doesn't help the gift situation. i also thought that i would purchase everything on the interweb (new integrated word for me), but i haven't been inspired by anything. i need to do some super shopping, which is in the plans for this weekend. i was thinking about getting everyone snuggie, then i found these. but the price still leads me back to the snuggie. at first i loved the name of the "sealpelt" but then i starting of thinking about those sweet furry white seals with the big eyes being skinned and it made me sad.
that vietnamese coffee has kicked in and is in full effect right now. but i need it, to get through this month, although i cant keep a regular conversation because there is a hive of thoughts running through my little head. lots of holiday soirees to sort out, THE birthday to figure out and embrace, company party to engage people, christmas & new years and what is included, all the while being in full construction on our new catering kitchen and offices.
i got a hiccup of anxiety for the holidays the other day.i just realized that thanksgiving was next week and i am unprepared for the christnnkuhwanza season ahead. this time every year i become aware that i have been in a time vacuum for the last 12 months.
first let's start with thanksgiving. our little family unit had gradually changed throughout the years and the last few have been spent with my mom and friends at the hollywood race track. dont cringe, its great. not the food, it is horrible but does the job of soaking up the bloody marys and gin fizzes. the whole gambling and people watching, giggling with my friends and sitting outside with the slight autumn chill. i have grown to love it. there is not any pressure for anything other than getting there in time for the first race.
this year the sister in law sent out invitations months ago to host it at their new house, that is in the process of being remodeled and will be on thanksgiving thursday. there was/is no way that i can get out of this one, but at least we will have a full yummy homemade thanksgiving finally. or so i thought. i am prepared to make the turkey, gravy, dressing, pies, greens and salad if i must, and it looks like i must right now.
i put too much pressure on myself and family to have a perfect season with perfect meals throughout. i apologize, i have to chill out, but i do have my preferences of having things fresh and delicious. canned veggies and frozen pies kinda freak me out. just think of what happens in those food processing plants and besides they just are not as good. i dont figure myself to be a snob, maybe a germaphobe with a particular palate, having worked directly with food for years. if i have to endure an entire day of the family i might as well drown myself in flakey lard ridden pie crusts, buttery potatoes, creamy gravy, and crispy turkey skin- you know the kind that everyone fights for.
the social thing sends me into a nervous bubble a bit too. i have yet to spent much time with this side of her family and there is already a little tension between a few members in my family. they are not drinkers so i cant use that cover, besides i think i have used that tactic a few too many times and i have to mend the reputation. i have calculated the time that i have to spend there without seeming too rude and cutting it short. so, should i spend the time playing with the 6 year olds or having conversations in which i have another one in my head at the same time, translating what i really want to say?
this year i am without a relationship to use as an excuse for being late or leaving, bummer. it's all on me and they might figure out that i really am the bitch that they had thought all this time.
so yeah, i ended up doing the beale thing, completely appropriate considering my circumstance. finally the brother and i were able to sit on a couch together. but dont think that it was without any pinching and teasing. zoe was the best giesha.
and my favorite was taryn the monkey that demanded candy at every house and loved the pyscho billy band, but i have yet to get a great picture, but i will once i get one on here.
yeah im up late because of a westside wedding. super sweet couple but with entitled westside celebrity guests. i dont have much patience for all that. but the bride will go down in my memory as the most enthusiastic without being demanding or nuerotic.
halloween has snuck up on me again and like last year i am completely unprepared. normally i would have had a clear idea by now and have had all the little details dealt with. nope not this year. these are the ideas that i am using to inspire me. super easy and pretty but im not totally in love with it. a little paper mache can go a long way. with a big accordian collar this would be lovely.
there is a completely appropriate costume that lit a little lightbulb above my head about an hour ago..... edie beale, and i think i have all the necessary accessories for it. watch out.
"where the wild things are" has arrived. i hope its worth all the hype. it goes to show that nostaglia really works for marketing. people are going bonkers for it. personally i am already over it. 3 months it will be on dvd and i can watch it without the hipsters. it has inspired a whole design movement too. there is a pop-up shop at the space 15 in la on cahuenga, with costumes, forts and merch. i do want to check this out because its across the street from amoeba and 2 birds theory will come into effect. then there was a fort contest. i am going to wait for a cold day and get together my footed pjs, streamers and 5 year old niece and built one of our own. its all brings back the sweet memories of the old book and creating imaginary friends and forts. to be 8 again, ahh. but i will still wait.
i have been patiently waiting on the other half of my pictures from the other half of the vacation., thus so must you. in the meantime, i have been dreaming of another trip, working hard and searching for some inspiration.
in case you didn't go to the link. its a festival in berlin that revolves around the story of the little giantess and her uncle, she sailed around on a boat he built, he went swimming in search of a geyser, came back to the little one and they both walked through the city in search of something else. others have told the story better, but you get the idea.
the puppeteers from royal de luxe are brilliant. besides the fact that jean luc courcoult started his troupe in aix, the first place that i left my heart (since then it has been additionally scattered elsewhere).
this is going to be the most boring post but... i made it back and am finally having a bout of jet lag after all these years. the moments i awaken i am confused and when i realize where i am, i am immediately tired. i have yet to deal with pictures or thoughts about the trip because i am swamped in the event world. so i apologize. i will be back shortly, trying to entrance you with my forced wit. inserted just for visual appeal.
once you think you know someone they always seem to show you different. i have always heard this but never really realized it until recently. come, my sister in law. we have had our "issues", and lately it has been pretty good. she is super smart but i never thought that she had any wit, until i was confronted by this-- liz's english-spanish translations:
this is not my natural hair color. I was born in tegulcigalpa. esta no es ni color de cabello natural. nacio en tagulcigalpa.
my parents have no money and will not pay a ransom. mis padres no tienen dinero y no pagar un rescate.
my male escort just walked away for a minute. he is a professional football player. mi acompanante masculino solo se alejo por un minuto. el es un jugador de futbol profesional.
no roasted monkey for me, thanks. i had monkey for lunch. no mono gracias. tenia mono para el almuerza.
this morning is brushed my teeth with tequila because i'm scared to drink the water. esta manana he cepillado los dientes, con tequila, porque tengo miedo a beber el agua.
if found, please return to south pasadena. thank you- this should be pinned to your shirt si se encuentra, por favor regrese el sur de pasadena. gracias.
i laughed then surprised then impressed. she most likely had more fun looking up the translation than to the quotes itself, but it doesnt matter.
im off on to a little hippy vacation without any real plans or reservations. i should be nervous but im not. im more nervouse about coming back to make concrete choices.
my phone will be on and i will be fully communicative if you need me. oxox
yea, its a her, its proclaimed "ice princess", and she has been my inspiration for a while, so much that i have an idea up my sleeve in tribute, i mentioned this way early in this silly blog. there is a 50/50 chance of seeing her, and i finally caught up wth her when i had my camera on me, which isnt an epiphiny when you realize that there is one in your phone. its the perfect size for me, us. there is a phone number on the side that i should call to offer them a number that they could not refuse, because if anything, i know it runs. to be continued....
i cant wait to see these in 6 months. thats the amount of time that it will take for them to come out on dvd. i find it hard to put aside a couple hours to sit comfortably and watch a movie in a theatre, or even at home. i feel like im wasting time or missing something- regrettably., but usually i just fall asleep. i guess i have to chill out, with my eyes open.
plus a few others.
let me just say this while i am here- please stop making remakes of previous films or classic tv shows! there are untouched brilliant books, screenplays and ideas out there. who is charge of financing "land of the lost" or the most recent "footloose? they surely are not making any effort and fucking up everyone else's cherished memories of the original. what a waste. i personally will never really know because i wont waste another couple of hours, but wait, i don't anyway, so my opinion doesn't really count. so i will continue to spend late nights on my couch, because of the unfortunate theatre situation. but here i can stop and resume the next day, ahhh.
i am normally not one for a house guest. i am stuck in my irregualr routine and get easily annoyed, especially in the mornings. i will put on a pretty and welcoming face but inside i am begging for the time to do the things i do. i express how much i would be happy for someone to vist, but the reality is that, there is a great hotel down th road that has someone paid to wake them up with bagels and a smile on their face. this all goes to sat that dogs are different, kinda, sure- have them stay here, its way easier than hauling my ass over to your house a few times a day and they will keep my grumpy dogs company, they will be happy with a friend to play with. yeah yeah. my dogs are rough. one (bud) is ancient and could care less if another dog is around unless they try to receive a treat or love before him. another (max) is a little like jeckel and hyde. he is a big snugglepuss,but hates men and has a tendency to growl a lot, which becomes intimidating is you aren't familar with his demeanor. our weeklong house guest is "wally" a six moth old boston terrier that hasn't had any kind of training or discipline, therefore he is completely absorbing my dogs horrible bad habits. its started off fine. bud kept to himself, max had an eye open for the new kid. but by the end of the week all hell's grab ass fest broke loose. hours upon hours of sniffing licking, growling, snorting, chasing and mounting were happening. i love this little dog and his innocent alien bulging eyes, but i cant take it anymore- come over for day trips with a sedative. i will miss you when you are gone though.
i saved this video a while back. i know its the typical baby-tronics,, we all think they are cute, piece of crappy film. sorta like that one scary animated baby that danced, but better and with more flair. anyway- while half way listening to some non informative morning news program this morning. i was assaulted by the loud sound of forced laughter by these mannequins on tv, so i turned around, only to find my hidden guilty pleasure televised. my secret is out . i still think they are cute though...shh