food week

since of the lack of nicotine, i have been feeding my oral addition with food, of course.

this week i am going to round up all my food pictures and post them, bad and good. starting here.

saturday was a hectic day with flower mart, breakfast, ikea, howes, wedding set up, all by 3 o'clock. but back to the breakfast, at nickel diner on main just around the corner from the flower mart, so convenient at the time. 

i have heard a lot about this place and their bacon doughnuts. i ordered them to-go, so i could eat them on the couch, so if i happened to clog an artery i would be comfortable in my final moments- honestly i gave them away, but the bite i did have was greasy and sugary and salty and tasty. bacon grease is the nectar of the gods.

i had the fontina, ham and leek scramble, fluffy and yummy. i thought that i might change my opinion about grits when i ordered them as polenta, didn't work, grits are just not my thing.

mom had the dutch apple pancake, mmm. almost like custard with crispy crepe edges.

i'd go back.

and i thought that i liked the brits

a little ginger never hurt anyone, just ask my mark.

bites

am i one of the only ones that think that twitter bites. tell me, who has the time or anything informative to posts multiple times of the day. even if they were a little bit interesting i wouldn't have the attention span to read each one, i dunno, i seem to find it a bit obsessive and annoying, i have peeked into this strange, much talked about phenom, but am scared and put off by it. i hope i have not offended anyone , but i really hope this strange instant gratification passes quickly.

the moment i thought it was over

the market has become over-saturated with silhouettes, i even participated in the craze over the holidays, but lately it has become clear this theme is going to be put into the file along with mustaches and feathers for 2008. i love them all but once it gets going its hard to stop and becomes a bit unoriginal.

i had this theory until i came across etsywedding. she has a great post with a couple of sillouette artists:

jennyleefowler-

and turnyourhead- love the secret in these, especially the couple one.

* maybe i can validate this purchase with my extra ciggie money- and yeah its still really hard!

like ,omg

jonathon alder created barbie's dreamhouse in malibu for her 50th birthday. i love the idea, and the adler influence and most of the pepto pink, but the hair chandelier freaks me out a little bit.

ok, most of it is pretty gross, but isn't that what barbie is all about? 

makes me hungry for good and plenty

gigamonster

i was fully prepared for this whole process to be hard, but nobody ever told me that i would be close to losing my mind.

i have these little conversations in my head, not unlike the angels on both shoulders. on one hand i will validate a devilish reason to smoke while the other fights it and becomes the rational angelic side. its been a continuous fight within my head. at times i feel a little psychotic. i just figure that after a couple of days this will surpass and become easier.

until then, i am feeling like i need a straight-jacket. ugh.

this might be a mistake

so, yeah, i smoke, have been for longer than i would like to admit.

i have always denied that i will eventually have to stop and have been waiting for a good reason besides the curdling cough that comes up every once in a while. as time goes by and i don't have any significant health concerns or babies to weigh in the guilt, i think i might have to quit for myself.

ahhhh, not only have i said it out loud, i actually wrote it, for the world to see and to hold me up to my word. f***, this is dangerous.

i am just tired of everything about it.

i do have one pack left and am going to smoke every last bit of every 20 cigarettes in there, but after that...

so, i will be fighting the monster and trying to make it look easy and mourning the loss of my cherished friend. so please excuse me. and be nice to me. 

for sure

this makes me feel normal, relatively.

from design crush

 

i promise to stop, tommorrow

i promise it will make you giggle.

i never intended to make this a political platform, and i promise to stop, but after this-

da bubble

i found this bubble project and it cheers me up today. they make a farce out of all the media and propaganda going on, but in a good way.

yup

aint it true.

this is a love song to my paramour TJ's.

grammys?

i am not one to watch awards shows, especially when i do not know what the fuck is going on, but this year was an exception at the house. grumpy worked on the set all last week and there was nothing else interesting on.

i thought that i would be completely out of the music loop- not listening to current radio for quite  while, but i surprised myself and some acts surprised me.

i have a secret love for kanye and thought that with his mullet and all, while whispering into estelle's ear, was pretty stunning.

radiohead blew me away when they played with the marching band (another secret love), its good to see thom york in daylight, or better yet stagelight.

my girl crush goes to adele. not only am i transfixed by her songs, i loved the hair and the way that she looked like she drank cherry soda all afternoon with her pink stained lips and pale skin.

ok- i am officially a dork and have to return to my purple rain soundtrack.

pure genius

there are a few deliberate rituals that i create for my niece.

1. to teach her how to cook. i never had anyone teach me and i survived, but i want to also expose her to a range of different things.

2. movie night. with a nice dinner and popcorn in the temporary rearranged living room.

last night we had fondues, chocolate and cheese, because i thought it would be great to see her in glee as her ate her 2 favorite foods. and we watched "chitty chitty bang bang"- a little forgotten fact is the perv benny hill is featured in this movie- i had forgotten how much i love these movies and all the theatrics and colors and how much of a genius dick van dyke was.

someone really needs to use this song in their wedding.

it's ok

somedays, i feel completely unoriginal and right there is the reason that these posts are so sporadic.

this quote makes me feel a little better and validated. i am sure that i stole it from some great blog (sorry). i give the ok to steal from me.

yeah, sometimes he makes me laugh

especially when i find his secret pictures. i guess they arent that secret when he takes them on my phone

with this, let me tell you how great camerabag for the iphone is. so easy to use and lots of filters. i used helga on this one.

my favorite time to talk to him is when he is asleep. i know this is not very nice, but i get the best answers.

- hmm what do you think i should wear tomorrow?

- ketchup

really? this is actually what was said tonight. thats why he is my valentine.

0- and he really is not as grumpy as he looks or that i say- really.

madonna, o cher, i mean nadya....

i luckily met nadya ginsburg through bifocaled friend a few years back and who would have thought that under the super sweet feminine exterior was a raging hilarious diva.

check out the 2 best youtubes that i have seen in a long time, if ever. 

i only know one other person that is this spot on with accents, i wish i had this talent, much less the humor.

go carla!

i must have said before how much i get sucked into reality tv, especially the competitive kind. top chef and top design (nevermind, rock of love- shh) are my favorite, but the last few season they have sorta lost my interest for being too safe and lukewarm. don't these producers know that there needs to be one contestant that is the catalyst for drama- perfect tv- if i do say so.

i am declaring one of my all time favorites as carla, on this seasons top chef. she is super, not only is her defense for a crappy dish is that it was cooked with love, and she is a caterer by trade (yeah), but her eyes speak for herself.

mark ryden.

my obession with mark ryden peaked a few (8 or more) years back when he lived in the penthouse at the castle green in pasadena. at the time i was unsure it was him but upon leaving it hit me. his place was pretty stark for such a large loft, and there were linear rows of dolls heads, toys, and stuff. so much that it made you squint to want to look harder and closer, i just wanted to sit on the floor and chat.

the other day i heard that he was going to have a signing at moca on the 31st. i would totally go if i could stomach crowds and such , but that said im going to say put and just think about his recent work, besides i didn't go to martha's in december, so why would i go to his?

he did this with marion peck and there's a book to go along with it. you will spend the next 2 hours sining this song and thinking about barfing.

then he collaborated with nogi noda to do a line of clothing- broken label. 

i am not so gothic anymore, but i still like his darkly dreamy work.

this is probably old news, and if it's redundant to you. you can always go the perezhilton for more current shit.

fuschia dream.

with the weather changing this winter from sweaty to real winter conditions, i find it hard to shake off the bright colors. i think these colors will keep me cheery when the weather finally turn grey.

this is my favorite right now, and strangely enough, its my polish- dream by savina.

i also bought a pinker version (passion pink) and it comes in second.

* stop staring at my long toes- they say its a sign of intelligence, just to make all the people who have them feel better



i think the long toes along with the polish would look better in these though.

so much more obama

yes, i am caught up in the whirlwind of politics, thankfully.

i am white and embracing what's right.