Wind Up Dolly

Barbie. What gives?

2011-11-07T22:11:00.000-08:00

I'll admit it. I don't get Barbie.

It may be a case of simply not being exposed. I didn't grow up with Barbie--barbies. (Are you allowed to make her plural?) I had an older brother. I have memories of cars and sand boxes and silly putty stuck in my hair. The closest I came to a Barbie doll was a Cabbage Patch Kid, which is to say I wasn't even close.

Don't cry for me.

Barbie dolls really gross me out. Their makeup, their boobs, their absurdly long legs and creepy waistlines. The fact that Ken is her boyfriend and how he has abs. Oh, Ken. Ken, I am judging you and your tighty whities. Hard.

Recently some good friends of mine celebrated second birthdays for their daughters. I heard it was a Barbie fest. Today, my Dad who flips houses and sometimes scores free stuff the people who move out of said houses leave behind, brought home a butt load of kid DVDs - most of them Barbie. I didn't even know there was a Barbie cartoon. Of course, it makes sense.

So tonight I'm brushing my teeth before bed and I'm wondering - what exactly is the appeal here? No seroiusly, what is it?

My 21 month old likes to play with babies - rock, pat, feed her babies. She likes building with blocks. She likes playing her piano. Puzzles, collecting rocks, playing pretend, this kind of thing. Barbies. Hm. Dressing and undressing? Yeah, I'm stumped.

I'm back! (Again.)

2011-11-06T09:37:00.000-08:00

Hi! Your favorite, flakey Wind Up Dolly is back. Could be the five hours of sleep I got last night--"Fall back" means nothing when you have a toddler, and especially one who decides to wake up an additonal hour earlier than normal for some, godforsaken reason--that has got me blogging? I haven't been up this early since I was working the 4am shift at Starbucks in Renton, WA. (By the way, that meant I had to get up at 3:30am. TIP YOUR BARISTA!)

Yes, it could be the lack of sleep causing this strange urge to blog.

Or it could be the random 50 hits I got yesterday. I logged into blogger today after hanging out with a new buddy last night and touching on the subject of blogs and realizing I hadn't logged into Blogger in, um, a shameless amount of time. So shout out to my random readers! What up - holla.

Regardless, I've missed the old school bloggin' scene. Tumblr isn't the same, though I do love it. And God knows I've been storing up the content in my brain and over on Flickr for some good Blogger blogs. And--oh yeah--the new blog is a no-go. I had all these hopes and dreams for it, but it was dependent upon others and unfortunately I just don't have the time to be wrangling (read: harassing) people to answer my questions, no matter how much my curiosity is killing me.

All Things Shine is a blog for another lifetime. Perhaps.

Anyway, I have my hands in enough pots for now. Two jobs--four if you count my freelance writing and my record label. Five if you count the Etsy store I am dreaming up and am :this: close to opening. The number of pots is actually reaching epic proportions these days. A boiling point, if you'd like to stay in keeping with this analogy. And in a good way. I'm an idea monkey that cannot be stopped. And I'm excited to share more about what I and my creative buddies are up to here. I hope you'll read along.

For now, hear this. And have a happy Sunday!

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Jocelina.

2011-06-27T17:29:00.000-07:00

Shows, shows and more shows. That was my weekend. If there is one thing this girl likes to do, it's hear live music. Needless to say I was a happy camper. And live music from The Violet Burning really never hurts. At all. I posted some pics to my tumblr--crappy iPhone ones. If you're interested, head on over.

But more than music, what makes me happy is spending time with old friends. Especially old friends who you don't see very often. Is there anything better?

My friend, Daryl, who plays with The Violets gave me my what is perhaps my favorite nickname, 'Jocelina'. When he and I worked at Starbucks together down in San Diego, he and another co-worker would sing my name when I came in. It would be 4 in the morning and I would be feeling like I just got run over by an absurdly large tractor, but it was my own personal theme song. Seriously it was better than Cheers.

It was the best.

The Violets have all adopted this nickname for me. Heck, even my family now calls me it from time to time which I love because it reminds me of Daryl, of Michael.

Nicknames are gifts for sure--like friends, like music. Sometimes I think I'm pretty fortunate to have found and been given things that make me so darn happy. I don't know if everyone is as lucky as I am. Make way for the thankful train. That thing is seriously steaming through.

Oh and by the way, do you like the new look?

A lil' update.

2011-06-23T11:57:00.000-07:00

I have not posted here in what seems like forever. And, I am thinking of revamping this whole blog. Even though I already have another blog here and just created this blog yesterday. I have a seemingly unquenchable thirst for starting new blogs. Or maybe I just get bored with things and need a change, a challenge.

I do get bored fast though.

Kinda like how I got bored with Spring this year. I swear Spring lasted forever. It just kept going and going. Not that I am complaining at all. I just like the heat. I say that now that we've had about a week of summer heat, but I will be eating my words the first week of July when we are going to Morgan City, Louisiana and Destin, Fl for a little vaca. I'm pumped, but I am going to melt. I pretty much am never behind nudity, but in 100 degree heat plus humidity, I am thinking that no clothes sounds pretty good. Either that or just staying inside if you can help it. God bless A/C.

But I am excited to see my southern family. We don't get to see them enough.

And I'm excited for this coming weekend. A band I lend my industry "skills" to from time to time, but moreover a band that is full of friends of mine, The Violet Burning, is coming to town. I haven't seen them play in years, and they will play here Friday, Saturday AND Sunday. I think it's safe to say I will have my fill! Love me some TVB. Come hang out with me and hear them play!

And in other exciting news, I had my first ever story for the Los Altos Town Crier run as the cover story this week! I gotta say, I really get off on seeing my name in print. Is that bad? The story is also online here if you are interested.

Well, that's just a little update. Back to revamping this blog. I will relaunch soon and get you all caught up on everything sooner or later. In the meanwhile, be sure to check out my other blog!

Hugs!

Weekend with Moses.

2011-03-21T22:10:00.000-07:00

Alright so listen. I am a little behind on a lot of things in my life. This is in no way limited to blogging. Trust me, guys. There are other, way more important things, getting the short end of the Jocelynstick right now, too.

So let's back this truck up to last weekend.

Last weekend I got to meet my newest nephew, Moses. Lil' Mo is so cute and such a good baby. He sleeps a lot. He eats a lot. Apparently he goes potty a lot, though no one would know it because his Dad is always whisking him away to change him as soon as that diaper goes south. Oh and one more thing, he has a lot of hair. It's really quite amazing.

We had tons of fun holding him and telling him how cute he is. And we like his parents quite a bit, too, and had a lot of fun hanging with them. We had some amaziballs sushi, quiche, and a lot of other delicious things. And while we let the new fam sleep in Saturday morning, Erik and I escaped to Sweet Jill's for a freaking cinnamon roll! My goodness, if you are ever in the Long Beach/Seal Beach area, you must have one. I was full for days. Total smart way to spend your money if you are basing it on caloric intake vs. dollars spent. I think my c.roll was $3 and the calorie count was surely in the thousands.

Without further adieu, here are some fave photos from the weekend. Can't wait to see our Mosie again in April!

Mosie sammie.

Sleeping cutie. (Get it? Instead of "beauty"?)

Those freakin c. rolls.

"Are you my mommy?" (Hell no.)

New parents rollin' like veterans.

Family photo!

I have a rock n roll heart.

2011-03-19T11:45:00.000-07:00

Last night I covered a gig at the San Mateo Center for Performing Arts. A symphony.

I had never been to the symphony, but I had expectations. I expected the music to be beautiful and stimulating, the atmosphere to be rich and inviting, and the people to be well dressed. Or at least, dressed up.

I was sort of disappointed.

I was dressed to the nines. I may or may not have been wearing a fur coat. I was definitely wearing heels--something I don't do very often. I was ready for something special.

Too bad I was the only one.

People were in jeans. I even saw a pair of cowboy boots. The refreshment bar resembled a bake sale. There were no assigned seats, and when I asked someone where to sit, she said to go inside and someone would help me. Mind you, I was late because I had to park a half mile away, (because it was raining), but so were a lot of other people. When I went inside, there was nobody there to direct me. Luckily I spotted a seat, and I b-lined for it like hooker scoring a free a-bomb.

I was awkward for sure.

I sat down and I didn't take off my coat. I think subconsciously I thought I wouldn't be staying long. But the first number was great. The music was lively at times, dancing around the room, and quiet at others, drawing you into it and into yourself. I was engaged.

Ironically, it made me sad.

I haven't mentioned the San Mateo Center for the Performing Arts because there is nothing to mention. The space was about as exciting as a convalescent home. And it just seemed wrong. The music was deserving of more. More than the lifeless walls, the bake sale, the jeans, the half-hearted ovation that came at the end.

What was going on here?

This morning I happened upon an article written by a dude from MIT talking about the state of music vs. the music industry. The gist of it was that music is doing fine--people are, in fact, listening to more music than ever. But the music industry is on the decline because, although people are listening, they are not buying. This, thanks to sites like Pandora, Rdio, Youtube.

It got me thinking about the value we place on art, or the lack thereof.

I'm happy that people had to pay $32 for last night's symphonic performance. I suspect it was worth every penny (and probably more) to those who truly love classical music. But everything else about that night smacked of worthlessness. An unworthy venue, an unworthy audience, etc. They didn't even have anyone handing out programs, for God's sake.

We just don't appreciate art like we should. I've known this for a long time, but the sting never seems to lessen. What makes me most sad is that there's nothing I can do to change it. I can tell people about art I love, music I love. I can go to events and purchase or donate whenever possible. But if I am one of just a handful of people doing this, I am shit outta luck.

I fear the internet is softly killing art and music. Because I wonder if you can even call something art or music if it's not experienced firsthand. Watching it on Youtube or streaming it on Rdio is just not the same thing as hearing it or seeing it live. Not even close.

If the music industry is on decline and organizations like the Peninsula Symphony Orchestra cannot afford to pay someone to pass out programs, (actually the entire organization is volunteer-based), where does that leave us? What I am saying is that if you cannot create a proper atmosphere for these experiences, something is lost, and ultimately, the music suffers because it's just not that enjoyable. People, like me, who only kind of like classical (sometimes) are probably not going to come back. What I'm saying is that it's not just the industry that suffers. The music suffers.

I wish I didn't care like I do. I know there are better things to think about, talk about. It just so happens that championing beauty, art, music, comes natural to me. And I have a really big rock n roll heart. I want to see people love and appreciate beauty like I do--like they were intended to.

Follow me.

2011-02-25T20:37:00.000-08:00

Not on twitter. Although, you could if you wanted to. Though I never post there and am terribly boring.

No. Follow me over the internet waves to Crabtastic. I did a guest blog there today, and on my favorite topics--music.

crabtastic: you have a sub today

Enjoy, friendlies!

I am my own worst enemy.

2011-02-24T22:16:00.000-08:00

Yeah, the clock may read 10:00pm, but it's late in my world, and if I was good at taking care of myself, I'd be doing some before-bed rituals like washing my face, or reading a book, or doing whatever people who are nice to themselves do before bed.

Me? I'm a glutton for a punishment and your classic over achiever (bad combo, by the way), which means here I am--writing. And I'll do that before-bed stuff later, in a rushed fashion, so that I can get my blogging in. Can you say, "priorities?"

For some reason this evening the lyrics from The Sound Of Music's "My Favorite Things" were playing in my mind. Maybe it's because tonight I was listing Tuesday's favorite things, which if you want to know what they are consist of: bread, chapstick, balls, Papa, bread, anything that comes in pairs--socks, rags, hot pot holders. Oh, and did I mention bread?

Anyway.

Those lyrics go like this... Wait. Before I tell you the lyrics, if you haven't seen the glory that is The Sounds Of Music, stop reading my ridiculous blog and go watch it. Now. And also discount what I am about to say. I wouldn't want to take away from your experience.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Really, Maria? That's all you got? Come on. Even a one year old can do better than that. The Fraulein goes on, but seriously I can't even go there. I mean, the woman says "schnitzel". I'm half German and even I can't stomach that.

Now bread? That I can stomach.

I guess it's hereditary.

And on that note I'm off to bed. Which rhymes with bread. Hmm.

Origins.

2011-02-23T16:39:00.000-08:00

Okay, I wasn't going to say anything, but this is serious.

About two weeks ago I emailed two of my besties, Julie Mc and Jenny Smith. I needed advice on something of utmost importance. My skin.

So listen, I don't think skin is THAT important. Case in point, I've been using Proactiv for years, treating acne I don't have. I was an addict, afraid of what would happen to my skin if I stopped. I am so neurotic about things like this--anything I put on or in my body. This is why I have never smoked pot, and why when I shaved my legs for the first time, I was sure I would contract some disease from the razor or the bath water or something.

Now you're wondering if I am so neurotic about stuff I put on or in my body, why oh why would I use Proactive in the first place?

Don't ask.

All you need to know for our lesson here today is that I decided to put an end to the madness by consulting my buddies who know about these things. They more or less screamed "Origins!" from the mountain tops, and I took head to their call. I went to Origins and I bought almost everything that sweet sales girl was trying to sell me and I have not regretted it. Not even once.

Speaking of the sales girl, while the one was demoing the products for me, another was entertaining Tuesday who was not happy about the stroller standing still. That other sales girl was letting Tues play with things in the store and was wheeling her around in her stroller to keep her happy. I was relieved and I was impressed. I was pretty sure customer service was dead.

That's where my story ended...until today.

Today I got this in the mail.

First of all, a handwritten note? Who does this? I thought those were dead, too. Second, the P.S. Honestly?

Origins, I am yours for life.

One is the magic number.

2011-02-20T23:13:00.000-08:00

Today my Tuesday Ray turns one. A whole year old.

I can't honestly say "I can't believe it" because, well, it's been a long year. A fast year, too. Funny how that works sometimes. And the celebration today wasn't just for my baby girl, it was for me and Erik, for making it through this last year and living to talk about it.

Being a parent is so, so hard.

But it's also so, so rewarding.

Babies are truly amazing things. They come into this world helpless, completely. They can't do much of anything. Along with this they are changing constantly, changing it up on you constantly. Just when you think you've figured them out, they go and do something different.

A year out they are still fairly helpless, still changing. But these changes mean they talk and they walk and they have more personality than you ever imagined. They wrinkle their noses when they smile. They wave at everyone when you go to the market. They say "mmm" in the cutest way possible while they eat.

After all those months spent playing the fool for them, suddenly they are the ones making you laugh--an amazing and wonderful turnabout when you stop and think about it.

Tuesday, it's your birthday, but it should be mine because you are the best gift I've ever been given. I am beyond thankful to the Lord for allowing me to be your Mama, for teaching me what it means to serve, for knowing love this sacrificial, and for knowing that it is nothing compared to the sacrifice He made for me, for us.

Thank you, Lord, for your gift of life--both physical and eternal.

And Happy Birthday to my Funny Bunny.

Birthday lunch.

With Papa.

Eatin' some birthday cheerios out of her new snack cup.

Birthday cake--lemon.

Birthday cake not such a hit.

Yay for family photos (even when I have pink eye).

Happy girl.

Happy Birthday, Tuesy.

Hippie Santa.

2010-12-13T08:44:00.000-08:00

In light of actually sleeping last night, God bless it, I thought I'd upload my photos from our trip to see Santa on Saturday. The official photo is so overexposed, that Tuesday's sweater looks orange. At least I took some myself. Still not that great though, but you get the idea. Lemme just say that Santa was legit. Real hair, real beard, and that is so not a rented, red velvet suit. That outfit looks like he came straight from his workshop!

Papa and Tuesday wait for Santa, who was on a coffee break. Heh.

I mean, look at those hippie clogs!

Waiting for the photos.

Playing with the stuffed Rudolph Tues got.

If only this photo showed Erik's ear. Total twinsies.

A real yawn.

2010-12-12T09:47:00.000-08:00

It's weird how out of touch I can be with myself sometimes. I have been spending months and months wondering why I am so tired. Without really thinking about it, I've been telling myself that it's just having a kid that's wearing me down. But that never made a ton of sense to me as I looked around at the WORLD of other moms who are walking around tired, but not zombified.

Then I went to see my doctor. "Are you sleeping at night?" he asked.

At the time my response was, "Yeah, I mean, I wake up a few times."

But that was a lie. I tend to lie to doctors and hairdressers because they ask probing questions that make me feel uncomfortable. Well, especially hairdressers. One, in fact, pushed me to make up some really elaborate crap. Crap about having just moved to California and having never been Disneyland. Um, lie.

Doctors I don't as much lie to as I just don't tell enough truth to. And I always try to gloss over my problems. I guess I don't want to appear weak or needy. I want them to think I am really okay. Which is so dumb. Or maybe it's just that I don't want them writing me a prescription for some drug. I am completely and utterly neurotic about taking medicine, which also, I am sure, defeats the purpose.

This neuroticism extends even to taking vitamins. I have supplements that I'm supposed to take three times a day. Because I can't distinguish my days or ever remember if I have already taken one, I have one of those pill dispensers that are sectioned out into days of the week. My sister got it for me after I told her about this problem. Funny thing, even with that, I question myself. Did I really only take one so far today? I feel like I took two. Last week, after portioning out the three vitamins a day, come Friday I had two pills in the "W" section and one the "Su" one, and that was it. Hmm. Head. Case.

Since that appointment a couple of weeks ago, I've become more aware of my sleep and I'm discovering I wake up all throughout the night. I've learned since having Tuesday not to look at the clock if you can help it because it really just makes you more depressed that you are awake at whatever the ungodly hour is. It's really no wonder I am so tired all the time, right?

Sleep, you have escaped me. Please come back, and soon.

Going private.

2010-12-09T11:02:00.000-08:00

Hi friends. Sorry I have been off the map. I have been looking for a job and a place to live for starters. Kind of all-consuming. An because of this I am switching this blog to private, at least for some time. I totally want all you to keep reading though! I am only leery of the prospective employers and land lords Googling me and getting more information about me than I am comfortable with. Makes sense, no?

So I'm sorry for the inconvenience of having to log in, but it will only be a temporary thing, until life evens out a bit.

I will be changing my settings tomorrow, so beware!

Hope you all are well and enjoying the holiday season. Here are some recent pics.

Date night.

Her favorite.

More fun at the park.

Paul posing with stockings.

Waking up from her nap.

And just being ridiculously cute.

Happy Thanksgiving (now bring on the Christmas)!

2010-11-25T12:25:00.000-08:00

It's time for turkey and stuffing and, of the utmost importance, green beans.

And then it's time for Christmas music. I won't sit here and pretend I haven't already dived into my Rosie Thomas and Sufjan Christmas albums. I may or may not have even listened to Mariah's "All I Want For Christmas".

If you're feeling me on this, you must download Corporal Blossoms' Mutated Christmas. It's free via Illegal Art and it's awesome.

Armed with 100s of recordings taken from file sharing, thrift store vinyl, and other sources, several artists were enlisted to remix and reassemble classic Christmas songs. The project was conceived by New York artist Corporal Blossom and also contains material from other underground musicians such as DJ Olive, Fognode, No-L, Mom and Daddy, Lustmord, Grassy Knoll, Lovecraft Technologies, and more.

How pumped are you? Don't say I never did nothin' for ya.

Happy Thanksgiving!

The return of the swing and the real arrival of fall.

2010-11-24T16:11:00.000-08:00

Today I looked at my iPhone and it was 46 degrees. Pretty darn chilly for good ol' California! Good thing I had the presence of mind to buy my Tuesical a jacket yesterday, since she didn't have a single one to her name. Only a sweater. I know, I'm a good mom. *pats herself on the back*

Here she is in her new jacket, in her fave swing. You better believe she was doing her dolphin scream. Lovin' life. Lovin' it.

I am feeling overwhelmed with the number of things to be thankful for this season. Munchie is at the tippy-top of that list. So thankful for my little girl.

I scream, you scream, you scream some more.

2010-11-20T12:35:00.001-08:00

Sat, 20 Nov, originally uploaded by misslujo.

The fam is here and cousins are the best.

2010-11-19T07:33:00.000-08:00

Crystal and the girls arrived this week--here for my little sister's baby shower tomorrow! Sienna and Elyse are such fun! And I can't believe my little sis is preggers. I haven't seen her with a belly yet and she is already 27 weeks or something like that. Criminal! But she and Curtis flew in late last night, so today will be my day, and I promise photos to follow. She is a stinker about taking those pregnant profile shots. I can't say I really blame her.

She is having a boy, "Buster", and I can't wait for another nephew! It's so fun that Tuesday has and will have cousins so close in age, and I'm sure she is going to have just as much fun with "Buster" as she has with Elyse and Sienna.

Here are some photos from yesterday, followed by some I have been meaning to post of her and her Louisiana/Miami cousins (who we miss miss miss!) Such little lovebugs, huh?

It's my anniversary, bitches!

2010-11-18T16:21:00.000-08:00

Pardon my French, I am feeling feisty. A cup of coffee and a Trader Joe's Peppermint Joe Joe can do that to a girl.

So today Erik and I celebrate four whole years. I hadn't remembered until noon today. Classic. I also thought it had only been three years until my Mom or Erik corrected me. (I can't remember who.) I guess I feel like time is flying or that this has been the longest three years of my God-given life. Ha! Probably the latter.

Here is a little slideshow of the day. What a dreamy day it was. Everyone should be so fortunate to marry their best friend.

Up to no good.

2010-11-17T15:45:00.000-08:00

Actually playing peek-a-boo with some dirty pants that didn't even cover her face. It's okay. I got the idea.

Tuesday's does tricks, Megan visits, and free music!

2010-11-12T08:44:00.000-08:00

Alright. I'm falling behind. The more days pass, the more there is to blog about. So, let's just start somewhere. Let's start with Tuesday's new signs and words and tricks. She is such a clever little baby if you ask me. And I'm relishing the days where she'll actually "perform." I have a feeling the day that she stomps her foot and says "Mooooooom!" is not far away. Her only trick I am not able to capture on camera yet is standing, so you all will have to wait with baited breath for that one. Ha! Okay, on with the performances.

Saying "Da Da" and waving.

Signing "All done."

In other news, one of my besties (and bridesmaids), Megan, came to visit this week! It was so great having her here. I wish she lived closer, but I will take what I can get!

And finally, I am SO HAPPY to announce that our new digital sampler is ready for your downloading pleasure! It features tracks from Bluebrain, Firs, and our new bands: Yourself and the Air, Mrenc (which is Eric Collins), wrstlrs, and Hays Holladay. I am so proud of our current roster. I really hope you all will download and listen and mostly, enjoy!

Download the Lujo Records 2010 Digital Sampler!

And another one.

2010-11-05T15:34:00.000-07:00

There are so many birthdays lately, I kind of don't know what to do with myself. It's so fun, though. It adds to the happiness that is Fall.

Next on that birthday list is Jaimee. Happy Birthday, fabulous. :)

And I'm happy it's Friday. Aren't you? This week was a bit hectic for me. I feel like I have too much on my plate right now, but the weekend should help me clear that away. And I hear the rain is coming in, so that makes me happy. If you haven't noticed, I love the rain. And it is very conducive to getting work done.

One thing I've been trying to get caught up on in uploading photos. Sounds lame for sure, but honestly that crap can get away from you if you're not on top of it! But Flickr has been a really big pain in my you-know-what, and after I went through all the trouble of going through my photos and putting them in the Flickr uploader, the uploader decided not to work. What a joke! I am mad at you, Flickr.

So I have yet to upload Halloween photos as well as official pumpkin patch photos. I guess they will just follow suit with the rest of my life as of late and be two weeks late? I am trying to learn to accept the new me. Ha!

Happy weekend, everyone! I leave you with this tip: Go check out Pomegranates' session with Daytrotter. It's awesome. I hope everyone picks up their new record, One Of Us. Really great record. And go see them if they're coming to your town!

Click here to download/stream the session!

11/5: Lincoln, NE – Zoo Bar
11/6: Lawrence, KS – Replay Lounge
11/7: Denver, CO – Hi-Dive
11/8: Salt Lake City, UT – Kilby Court
11/9: Missoula, MT – Badlander
11/10: Spokane, WA – Empryean Coffee
11/11: Seattle, WA – Sunset Tavern
11/12: Portland, OR – Mississippi Studios
11/14: Santa Cruz, CA – The Crepe Place
11/15: San Francisco, CA – Rickshaw Stop
11/16: Los Angeles, CA – Bootleg Theater
11/17: San Diego, CA – The Cabash
11/18: Phoenix, AZ – Rythem Room
11/19: El Paso, TX – Black Market
11/20: Austin, TX – Mohawk
11/21: Denton, TX – Hailey’s
11/22: Memphis, TN – Hi-Tone
11/23: Lexington, KY – The Dame
11/24: Cincinnati, OH – Southgate House

Mixtape exchange revisted.

2010-11-04T10:13:00.000-07:00

No one told me how hard it would be to juggle life with a kiddie. I am forever behind on everything! Like my mixtape exchange. Friends, I am getting on top of this today! (Given my Tuesers takes a decent afternoon nap. Fingers crossed.)

At least I have a fun mixtape to offer! Even those of you reading this who are not part of my mixtape exchange will get to participate! See because my mixtape is our new Lujo sampler. UGH! I am SO excited about it! New songs from new records from Firs, Bluebrain, and Death House Chaplain. And new songs from NEW BANDS, of which I am not allowed to mention yet here. Not until our official press release goes out. Which will hopefully be Monday.

In other exciting news, my friend Rachel has a new addition. Welcome to the world, Baby Willow!

Photo by Jen Smith

So that's what I'm excited about. What are you excited about?

So many birthdays.

2010-11-03T13:25:00.000-07:00

Fifty-somethin' years ago my Dad was born. Dad, you're the best.

Happy Birthday!

Good weekend.

2010-11-01T09:54:00.000-07:00

Saturday it rained out, which was awesome. I love the rain. Here's a pic of Tuesday on the porch, watching the raindrops fall.

Sunday was all about Halloween. Makeshift Halloween. I wasn't planning on dressing up and I was not really sure I was going to dress up Tuesday either. I had bought some pants that I thought would make good clown pants when we were in Morgan City, and had also gathered up almost enough pieces to transform her into a cowgirl. So we combined the two ideas and she became a rodeo clownette. As did I. Hey, this is Halloween on the cheap, people! And don't ask me what Erik was. Ha!

And I must include this next photo for those of you that know my parents. My brother's girls went as Val and Loren. Completely hysterical.

Creativity.

2010-10-29T10:26:00.000-07:00

"We are educating people out of their creativity" - Sir Ken Robinson

This morning I saw a very thought-provoking and inspiring video--a talk by Ken Robinson from the TED conference in 2006. I don't know much about this guy, except that he's written some books that I plan on reading. I also know that what he says in this talk hit home for me...hard. His bio says that he is an author/educator who "challenges the way we're educating our children, [championing] a radical rethink of our school systems, to cultivate creativity and acknowledge multiple types of intelligence."

I was that kid. That kid who struggled with her multiplication tables, couldn't remember a historical event for her life, and had near panic attacks at the thought of a map test. But I loved silent sustained reading. And I loved any kind of art project. Choir before school? I was in. Show the class how to do the square dance move? That was me. And if I was told to write a poem, oh man. I was ecstatic. See, when it came to these things, I excelled. Too bad I never felt like I was smart. The schools I went to didn't value these things. These were things you did for fun. Multiple types of intelligence? What's that?

See why this hits home?

There are three things I always pray for Tuesday. One, I thank God that she is healthy and I ask Him to keep her healthy. Two, I ask that He would make me into the Mom that she needs me to be, not the Mom I think I need to be. And three, I pray that she would find ways to direct her creativity that would be fulfilling for her and that I would find ways to help that flourish.

I really value creativity. I feel so strongly about the importance of the creative process. It's why I majored in art history. It's why I run a record label. It's why I'm forever posting here about my amazingly talented and creative friends. And it's why I'm making myself write 750 words every morning.

If we believe we were made in the image of our Creator, (which I do), who made things like jellyfish and stars and rainbows ("so intense".. but really... they are intense), then we were born creative beings. And if we are just walking around crunching numbers, then we are missing out on part of ourselves.

Just hang out with a kid for an afternoon. Children are so creative. And as Robinson points out, they aren't afraid of making mistakes. But somewhere along the way we are told we are wrong, that our independent thought doesn't matter. Creativity gets wedged out because it's impractical, it doesn't translate to numbers and test scores, and it certainly won't pay your bills--most of the time anyway. Sad, isn't it?

Well for what it's worth, I'm saying don't be afraid to make mistakes, friends! Creativity has a cost, but the payoff is much greater! Now go out there and do something no one has ever done before. It's perfect weekend for it. Halloween!

Happy birthday, sister!

2010-10-28T12:30:00.000-07:00

I wish I cared.

2010-10-27T16:08:00.000-07:00

The Giants are in the World Series. I wish I cared. I'm afraid baseball bores me to death. To quote Debra from Dexter, "I would rather put out a campfire with my face" than watch baseball.

Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration.

Still it would be fun to care because everyone else seems so darn excited. In fact, I've never seen so much orange and black around town. Turns out the Giants colors are very appropriate with Halloween being just around the corner.

Anyway.

As if I need another thing to do, I just started 750words.com. Here's what the guy who started the site, Buster, says about it:

"I've long been inspired by an idea I first learned about in The Artist's Way called morning pages. Morning pages are three pages of writing done every day, typically encouraged to be in "long hand", typically done in the morning, that can be about anything and everything that comes into your head. It's about getting it all out of your head, and is not supposed to be edited or censored in any way. The idea is that if you can get in the habit of writing three pages a day, that it will help clear your mind and get the ideas flowing for the rest of the day."

At first I thought that 750 sounded like a lot. But I did it this morning and it literally took me 10 minutes. If that. This tells me two things: 1) I can type really fast, and 2) I am never short for words when it comes to writing.

What's funny about the latter of those two is that I am not all that talkative in person. That is not to say I am quiet. In fact, if the mood and the company is right, I can talk to the point of being entertaining. But my natural disposition is one of listener and observer.

I am always interested to see what people are like in person when I have only known them through writing. Sometimes the voices match up and other times they are drastically different. I wonder what determines that? I wonder what people would say about me?

Anyway, I'm excited about my 750 words. I have dozens of journals in boxes, but I have not put pen to paper in a long time--at least not for the purpose of journaling. Maybe this online format will suit me better. Maybe it will help me get rid of some of the junk in my head. God knows there is so, so much of it.

48 hours and a shot of morphine later.

2010-10-26T11:25:00.000-07:00

This is Croatia (I think) and it has nothing to do with this post other than tell you I am sitting at my Mom's computer, who went to Croatia a couple of months ago, and who has been taking care of me and Tuesday for the past 48 hours because I was attacked by a vicious migraine.

Migraines are terrible. I would rather be in labor than have a migraine. Pushing out a watermelon versus being stabbed in the head? You tell me.

I am not one for pain killers or medicine of any kind if I can avoid it, but when it comes to migraine pain, I cannot go it alone. And given the choice between a shot of morphine (which was almost immediate, though I did have to wait an hour for it, which felt more like an eternity) and having to to have a prescription of pain relievers filled (which would take at least 2 hours).. well, I say bring out the big guns! And would you believe that even it didn't take away my pain?

Not all of it, anyway.

It did, however, relax me enough so I could sleep. And boy did I sleep. 12 hour straight.

Pain is not fun. If there was one physical thing I could change about me, it'd be these migraines. I pray and pray and pray I did not pass them along to my little Tuesy. I don't think I could bare to see my little girl go through it.

But today is a new day, a better day. Let's all pretend we're in Croatia.

The Violet Burning.

2010-10-25T07:45:00.000-07:00

Ah, yes. It's Monday and that means time for more posty about my precious Violets. They have recently added some fun content to their new, revamped website--several short promo videos and some streaming action of three new songs from the coming 30 song record. Yes, 30 songs. Us fans are going to be satiated for.. oh.. at least a month! Ha!

Of course, I have caught ear of almost all of the 30 already and am so excited to hear more AND to hear final mixes. It's going to be one amazing record.

Check out this little preview video, followed by a short teaser of my favorite songs on the record (so far).

the violet burning from the violet burning on Vimeo.

rock is dead from the violet burning on Vimeo.

To stream those three new songs, head over to thevioletburning.com. Much more to come on these guys. Oh yeah... you can't hold me down. Happy Monday!

Happy weekend!

2010-10-22T20:10:00.001-07:00

Home?

2010-10-21T10:03:00.000-07:00

We flew into San Francisco late last night. I want to say it's good to be home, but it feels like we left a piece of ourselves back in Louisiana. What else is there to say but that I am so blessed to be a part of such a loving, supportive, FUN family. We miss you all already...

Socio.

2010-10-19T08:06:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was crazy. It was a whirlwind from the get go, but beautiful all the same. The service for Socio was held at the local Catholic church--a gorgeous building--flying butress, stained glass windows, the whole nine yards. The priest gave a really nice sermon. Erik and Alex wrote really lovely eulogy's. I know they weren't easy to deliver, but both did a great job.

Then it was off to the graveyard. Socio's grave is under a stretching branch of a large oak tree. Though it seemed more like summer as I stood in the heat of the sun as the priest gave some final words, leaves were falling from the oak tree and there was a glimpse of fall--a reminder that things change, but each season of life is beautiful in it's own right, and that although Socio may have passed on to a better place and will be missed, this new season brings with it the promise of good days as well.

The day ended with a slideshow the grandchildren put together of their Socio's life. I wish I had known Socio like they did. Here are some of my favorites.

Morgan City, LA (and a winner announced)!

2010-10-17T09:22:00.000-07:00

I'm in the swamp. We arrived in Morgan City late Friday night after the sad news that Erik's Abuelo had passed. We hopped the first flight to New Orleans and here we are. Cajun country.

All of Erik's family is here, too, so it's been fun. I wish I didn't feel guilty about having fun when the reason we are here is such a sad one.

Death is really so strange. I feel like it should be a slower process--not one second you are here, next you are gone. It's so cruel.

The memorial service is tomorrow. We were all going through old photos last night, gathering up the good ones for a slide show. I hope to post some of those photos here. There are some real classics. Erik's Abuelo, who they called Socio, which means "partner", was such a character.

On a lighter note, we have a winner from our Split Girl/ Soda by Amy giveaway. Thanks everyone for entering and congrats, rachel.lyn! I closed my eyes and pointed and landed on your name. :) Email me your address!

Half Moon Bay part one.

2010-10-14T10:20:00.000-07:00

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One of the things I love about where I live is being able to drive 30 minutes and arrive in a place like Half Moon Bay. It's one of the prettiest, most scenic places I've ever been. Erik and I would probably live there if it made sense, but there is literally one two-lane road that goes in and out of the place that gets way backed up during commute hours, but is probably one of the reasons why the city has remained so untouched and unpopulated.

Unlike southern California where the beach towns are super accessible and accordingly tend to be a bit overrun, the NorCal coastline is protected by a mountain rage. This makes for a hairy commute inland, where the majority of jobs are. So most people live in the Valley. And whereas I'd love to live a bit closer to the water, or at least not have to drive over a mountain range to get to the beach, I'm happy because I think it's why the coastline up here has maintained it's beauty.

Anyway, we hit up HMB yesterday. They have an annual Art and Pumpkin Festival that is this coming weekend, but a lot of the stuff was already set up. We're talking pony rides, petting zoos, and pumpkins as far as the eye can see.

But more on that tomorrow.

Tuesday fell asleep on the way there, so to buy her some more time in dreamland, we parked it at the beach to watch the surfers and listen to the waves crash. I could probably do that all day long if I really had to. Because it was so pretty, I had to take some photos. When I bent down to get a close up of the coastal plants, I noticed this pretty white snail shell. It was as if it was placed there just for me, purposefully. Like a painting in a museum. And you know what? Maybe it was.

It's Monday, who cares.

2010-10-11T18:44:00.000-07:00

This photo is from yesterday. Sunday is a good day for the dogs. Paul gets to hang out with Rocky, Rocky gets to hump Tuesday, Tuesday has TWO dogs and two dog leashes to play with. We had a nice dinner that my chef-of-a-husband cooked--beet risotto. Really good in my opinion, just don't ask my Dad what he thought. He covered his in Cheez Whiz. He is seriously so white trash.

Zao Noodle Bar and a trip to the park.

2010-10-10T08:58:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, after a slow morning, Erik, Tuesday and I grabbed lunch at Zao Noodle Bar, and then headed to a new park for some swinging action. Tuesday loves to swing. If only I had one of those babies at home. I would add it to the repertoire which is the Jocelyn Circus I put on daily for my Tues.

We also rode the dolphin at the park, which I insisted upon calling a seal just to bug Erik. He really wanted me to sit Tuesday in the seal's mouth, but clearly that was not the smartest idea my husband has ever had. The last thing I need is a baby girl with two broken arms. I mean, really.

It was a perfect 70-degree day and as I look out my window right now, it looks like more of the same. Trip to Half Moon Bay, anyone?

New Velvet Teen!

2010-10-09T09:21:00.000-07:00

Be still my heart. The Velvet Teen, one of my all time favorite bands, a band that hasn't released new material since 2006, the same year their drummer, Logan Whitehurst, passed away from brain cancer (sigh), has just posted a track from their forthcoming EP, No Star, and it's amazing.

If you know TVT, I need not say more. If you've never heard of these guys, get ready to fall in love. The only reason they aren't enormous (like Death Cab big) is because their records are a bit inconsistent in style... but being the off-kilter kid that I am, that quality only endears them to me. And hey, when you can make a synth-heavy record and a record without guitar, and they are both equally amazing, you've done something most bands can't do and you are special.

Glad to have these boys back! Can't wait to pick up the new EP. I hope the bunny is included!

No Star by The Velvet Teen

POST SCRIPT. If you read yesterday's post and didn't enter to win an awesome necklace from SODA by amy, do it now! The rules have changed--just leave a comment on the post!

Dolly giveaway!

2010-10-08T09:21:00.000-07:00

And you thought this blog was dead. Hmph!

Turns out I have a giveaway today from Split Girl and SODA by amy! These fab necklaces were featured in Split Girl's 2011 swimsuit photo shoot! So cute.

To win one of these beauts, head over to Splitgirlusa.com and enter your info (honor system!), and then leave a comment here before Tuesday, October 12! For more on these beautifully crafted ceramic necklaces, visit sodabyamy.com!

Good luck!

Crafty inspiration!

2010-10-07T10:56:00.000-07:00

Apron by Secondhand Sae

Sae is a friend of mine. I met her when I lived in Seattle and we were insta-friends! I love it when that happens. Thirty minutes of hanging out has equalled seven years of friendship. Can't beat it.

In addition to being smart and strong and awesome, she is very crafty! I have her filed in my very large and ever-expanding group of people in my life who are utterly creative and inspiring.

So, what is this adorableness pictured? It's mens secondhand shirts re-purposed into a darling apron! Who says function is lost at the expense of fashion? Not me! And who doesn't love a good repurposing? I have repurposed pillowcases into aprons, but never a man's shirt. I gotta say I love the subtle innuendo. Good work, Sae!

Check out all of Sae's awesome projects here! Girl, you starting an Etsy shop soon, or what?

Ah sweet relief.

2010-10-06T16:09:00.000-07:00

Right off the bat, I must thank my awesome Mom for taking Tuesical off my hands this afternoon so I could get some things done. Things like cleaning and writing and trimming my nails.

And blogging. Of course.

I am pretty excited about getting caught up on things. It's so easy to get behind. All it takes is one day of being unproductive and I am over it. It's silly but I am a silly girl.

And since I haven't said it yet, Happy October, everyone! October really is the best month, isn't it? If you agree, you should tell me why you think so so I have more reasons to add to my October Is Awesome list.

Here's one of those things, specific to this October only. Suffering and the Hideous Thieves is playing a show!! Yes, you heard right. If you live in Seattle, I will be really mad at you if you miss out on this RARE opportunity to see Jeff Suffering play. He'll be playing songs from the Suffering and the Hideous Thieves records. It stands to be fantastic. Maybe he'll play this one? It's one of the first Suffering songs I ever heard. Such a good one.

Suffering and the Hideous Thieves - St. Elizabeth

Suffering and the Hideous Theives (Jeff Suffering)
w/ Destroy Nate Allen and Onsomniac Folklore
October 9th
State Hotel Gallery (114 1/2 1st Ave.)
7:pm
$5 donation

Party till the breaka breaka dawn.

2010-10-05T16:05:00.000-07:00

I will be the first one to admit that taking care of a baby is not easy. Especially party girl babies like my Party Girl Tuesday. From the time she wakes up, to the time she goes to bed, (minus her naps which I shamelessly live for), I have to keep the party going or else she gets bored and whines.. and whines.. and whines.

So. Mom had the brilliant idea of taking her to Allied Arts today. It's an artist guild, home to a handful of mildly interesting shops and artists studios. The real prize here is the european-style garden these shops are situated in. We're talking fountains, flowers, trellises, butterflies. Does anything really hold a candle to God's creation? I don't think so.

Oh, and there were pumpkins.

In one of the shops we found Tuesday an adorable knit pumpkin hat, which of course we had to buy. And when we came across a wooden wheel barrow full of the orange gourd, it was obvious an impromptu photo shoot was in order.

And one of me and Tuesical for posterity's sake. I am not so into being in front of the camera--especially these days. I am much more of a behind-the-lens kinda girl. You can check out the rest of the pumpkiness here.

Ef you en.

2010-10-04T13:43:00.000-07:00

Nothing spells fun like having your besties in from out of town. I am sad their gone, but we had a bonerrific time. (Beth's words, not mine.) Check out all the photos from the weekend here and here. Now for some of my faves!

Wine tasting in Napa.

Tailgating at Cakebread Cellars.

Eating grapes from the vine.

Flowers and such.

30th birthday fun at Ubuntu, my new favorite restaurant.

Fun with Nani Beth

More wineries--this time with views of the entire Bay Area.

Miss you guys already!

Dog days of an Indian Summer.

2010-09-28T10:49:00.000-07:00

I'm beginning to wonder how many more times I will be lamenting here about the hot temperatures. 87 in September is so inappropriate. I am ready for summer to be over.

Yesterday afternoon, after sweating our collective rear end off at Cafe Borrne with Jenny and her girls, Tuesday and I got desperate and went over to my Mom's for some relief. For some reason, without a/c, her house seems to maintain a cool 68 degrees. So nice.

Of course we had to kick Rocky outside. Tuesday wants him to sit still so she can pull on his collar, but he just wants to lick her and hump her.

I can't blame him.

Can you blame me for picking up the new Jimmy Eat World album today? I'm excited to listen. I don't care if the single kind of blows--JEW never really, fully disappoints me. I know they'll come through. That single is growing on me anyway.

Oh how I hate to get up in the morning.

2010-09-25T09:33:00.000-07:00

I'm not going to lie. There is no real fun part about waking up at 6:30am on a Saturday morning. For some reason it's always the day Tuesday chooses to wake up earliest. It's as if she knows it's the day Erik is home and wants to get the party started...early.

I also won't lie about there being no real fun part about getting fired (more or less) from your job of two weeks. I won't go into detail, but I will say it was shocking to say the least and a big disappointment. Life is full of surprises sometimes. And for ~~some of us~~ me, life seems to be full of surprises all the time.

I am normally one for surprises and excietment, but lately, a little consistency and stability would be good for a change I think.

Sigh.

Let's hope the weekend only gets better from here.

And now for some joy, (because I don't know about you, but I need a good laugh), here is a hilarious video of Tuesday and Paul from last night. Bring on the comic relief. Now.

Where is my mind?

2010-09-24T16:36:00.000-07:00

Ah, such a good song. And if I had a penny for every time I've asked myself that question, I would be Richy Rich.

And here's another question: do you ever find it hard to hear the sound of your own voice? My head is so full of so many voices all of the time. I often struggle to separate out the ones that matter from the ones that really don't.

It's so easy for me to get distracted. There is so much in life vying for my attention, so many things that easily entice my earthly flesh. Social networking, television, finances, relationships.

Ultimately, most of the stuff occupying my thought life, and accordingly my physical life, will mean nothing in the end. Nada. Zilch. And yet, knowing this, I still find it hard to say "no". I am a "yes" kind of girl and very good at justifying my vices.

I want to spend more time doing things that matter.

This afternoon there was a man named Henry on the street corner asking for 2 dollars. I said I didn't have any cash, and asked if he needed something to eat. He said he wanted the 2 dollars to buy a cup of coffee.

Done. I got him a coffee.

It made me feel good. It almost pulled me out of a funk I was in. But I am back in it. Probably because I am tired, but also because it just wasn't enough. I want to do more.

I think Terri is gone. My Dad and I literally bumped into her on our way to breakfast Saturday morning. I asked how she was doing and she said "not good" because she just found out that Palo Alto was shutting down their shelters now and that the Army Guard(or something to that affect) was going to be open for 3 months starting in November, which was good, but didn't help her now. She didn't know what she was going to do. I saw desperation in her eyes (again).

I asked if her if she would be around later and she said she would be back at her usual spot in 20 minutes. Said she was just stretching her legs. My Mom saved half of her omelette for her, but Terri wasn't there when we finished breakfast. And I haven't seen her since. Where did she go? I hope she's okay.

And Henry. He was clearly mentally unstable. Who takes care of him? Where does he sleep at night?

We are called to be soft-hearted and open-handed and to freely give to those in need. I will admit that this is not always an easy thing to do, but I know it's the right thing to do, so I'm going with it. It's a voice I need to follow.

"For everyone to whom much is given, of him shall much be required." --Luke 12:48

Tuesday is 7 months.

2010-09-23T11:53:00.000-07:00

I'll spare you all the cliche sentiments about not knowing how my baby girl is already 7 months old, and we'll just skip to where I show you the photos from this month's photo shoot. I am not motivated to do any editing, so you will have to take them as is. I know you are extremely disappointed in me (read: don't really care).

I'd like to note that this was the first time I needed help with the shoot. Last month she was sitting up, and very happy to have learned this new skill, so she just sat and I shot. This month she is crawling and pulling up on stuff and doing this weird downward facing dog thing. Who knew she taught herself yoga? So I needed help. Thanks to Ana for your artistic eye and Rick for being ready to jump if Tuesy got into any trouble!

View the gallery here.

Wooosh!

2010-09-22T17:30:00.000-07:00

I love a toilet that can flush itself, almost as much as I love getting to hear music from my favorite bands before anyone else gets to. This time I'm not even talking about a band on Lujo, I'm talking about The Violet Burning.

For my friends out there who share my love for this band, be jealous. Be very jealous. The new stuff is amazing. (But what else would you expect?) I, however, am crapping my pants (figuratively speaking of course) because my good friend, Michael, the brainchild and frontman for said band, asked me to write their new bio, and I sheepishly agreed.

I mean, it wasn't all sheepish. I am super honored and excited to put pen to paper on behalf of one of my all time faves, but can I buy a "P"? And I would like to solve the puzzle... "Pressure!!"

Michael has assured me that I am one of his favorite writers, something that has heartened me and given me courage to follow through on his request. But I am still nervous. The things I hold closest to my heart are the things I find the hardest to write about. It's the only time words seem to fail me.

But I need practice at this. And I'll eek it out. And I'll get to be invovled with yet another thing I really believe in. I am one lucky girl.

For those of you who haven't heard The Violet Burning, your clock has run out and it's time to listen up! Here they are performing one of my favorite songs ever.

The Violet Burning - Gorgeous

It may be September but I'm still sweating.

2010-09-21T17:55:00.000-07:00

Is it Fall yet? For real, I want it to be Fall. Right now. I am totally over sweating for the time being. Although when is sweating something I enjoy? That would be never.

Well, Erik's parents were in town this past weekend. Their excuse? The Niners-Saints game last night. But let's be honest, the real reason they came out was to see Tuesday. But back to the game... Can I get a "Who Dat!"? Because.. yeah. Saints won. And I've never liked the Whiners anyway so I'm all about it.

I guess Rick and Erik saw several fights break out at the game and were the recepients of much heckling, due to the fact that they had on Saints jerseys. Good thing heckling was all it was because I don't how those two would have defended themselves if push came to shove. Scary thought.

Although I didn't go to the game, it was fun watching it on tv and it was great to see my in-laws. Darn them for living so far away! And darn the New Orleans airport for not having any direct flights to the Bay Area!! Can we work on this, people? Seriously!

And can we work on getting the temp down? I won't even ask for the leaves to change colors or anything. Pretty please?

A smattering of pics from the weekend here.

Goodbye Domino, hello inspiration!

2010-09-16T10:16:00.000-07:00

From the debut issue of Anthology

I missed a lot of callings in my lifetime: ballerina, graphic artist, front woman for a hardcore band, dog walker, interior designer. Lucky for me, I get to live these all out in some form or another--mostly in the privacy of my own home. Believe me, you are thankful for this. Especially the hardcore singer one.

And while you are being thankful for that, I am thankful for the recent upsurge in magazines to satiate my missed calling for the latter mentioned, interior designer.

Okay, raise your hand if you read Domino Magazine? RIP, Domino. You are missed by many. Surely the print world is in a sate of flux, but I wish you had been able to eek it out for those that used to fall over your every word.

But we can shout for joy because in the wake of the Domino downfall, several new magazines have cropped up! The first one I got wind of, Lonny. Though it is online only (right now), I have hopes of seeing it in print one day.

Then I heard about Veranda and Architectural Digest (Domino's sister magazine) getting makeovers--new people in charge I guess. Awesome. Much needed.

But most of my recent excitement is over these two gems: Anthology and Rue. Anthology is both print and online. Rue is just online from what I can tell. Both are beautiful and inspiring. I highly suggest you bookmark them both!

An unexpected conversation.

2010-09-15T16:52:00.000-07:00

Everyday I take Tuesday on a walk. Everyday we pass by a homeless woman. I always smile and say hello and she always smiles back.

Today I stopped to ask if I could get her something from the coffee shop. She asked for a chocolate chip cookie. "Anything to drink?" I asked. "Oh no, that's okay, thank you," she said sweetly with a smile.

I bought her a cookie. I bought her a cup of coffee, too, because she would need something to wash it down with. When I brought them out to her, she was so thankful.

I asked her her name.

"Terri," she said.

I asked her how she ended up on the streets. She opened like a book.

She said she's been on the streets for years. She got kicked out of her shelter in the city. She has a 16 year old son whom she lost custody of who lives with his dad in Michigan. She is on a 20-year wait list for low income housing. She also has cancer. Heartbreaking.

But she was not feeling sorry for herself. She stated these things as facts, and quite eloquently, I might add. She thanked the Lord because, as she said, "He takes care of her." And she even asked me how I was.

She expressed concern about the state of the world, so many natural disasters lately. She said she thought God was using these to wake people up. She said it made her sad how many people pass her by and don't even look at her or say "hello". That these people must be sad. She told me she hopes for the second coming in her lifetime, that when she sees God she will praise him.

I have to admit, I was dumbfounded. I never expected such depth of thought and positivity from a homeless lady. Such hope. If anyone has a reason to be bitter, from what I can tell, it's her. But she isn't.

I asked her if there is anything else she needed. She said a sleeping bag, adding that she would "even take one with holes!" My heart dropped.

"I'll work on that," I said.

She lit up. "Really?!?" (I had just offered to help her get a sleeping bag and not a car, right?) "Of course," I said.

I told Terri bye and that I would see her tomorrow. She said if she was not there, to try the next day. She sounded desperate when she said this and I know it's because she really needs a sleeping bag. And she needs me to make good on my offer.

Because I don't have a sleeping bag to give her, I called my Mom, who happened to have three, offering up their nicest one for my new friend. I am so excited to give it to her tomorrow.

And I am so happy I stopped to say hello. It put things in perspective--particularly when she asked how I was. Why should she care how I am? Me, pushing my well-dressed baby in her $400 stroller. She wasn't judging me. Who are we to judge her?

The Cupcake! Diaries.

2010-09-11T09:43:00.000-07:00

This is my friend, Cat. She is adorable. She is married to my friend, Joe. Together they have four of the cutest kids you've ever seen, all of which Cat gave birth to (animal). She has amazing sense of style and awesome hair that is sometimes blue. I know. She also DOES hair and takes dreamy photos. One time I went to her house and she cooked an amazing meal that she was very apologetic about. Girl eats too much humble pie. She is funny and sweet and she loves cupcakes.

Did I mention she is adorable?

Back to the cupcakes. Cat's love of cupcakes is currently translating itself into a blog; a blog that will journal her and her friend, Priscilla's, journey to open up their very own cupcake boutique! Now that's a cause we can all get behind, no?

Cat and Priscilla's blog, The Cupcake! Diaries, is here and I highly recommend you follow them and read up on their quest to cupcake baking bliss! Heck, maybe they'll have their own TV show on TLC one day and then you can say, "I knew 'em way back when." Gangsta.

Back!

2010-09-10T16:53:00.000-07:00

This one goes out to fashion bloggers. You all have more confidence and crazy mashed into your pinky fingers than I have in my entire 5 feet and 6 inches of existence. Seriously. Where does that come from, the ability to pose like that? And not only pose, but post to the internet where everything is permanent. I'll say it again, PERMANENT! I, for one, will never have the cahunas or consistent brain fart or general bodily malfunction to practice such nonsense. I get dressed for me and no one else.

But enough about that.

I haven't blogged here in a while, and if you want to know the truth, my blog crises continues. Now I am thinking of making this blog strictly text, and sending all my media to tumblr?? I am such a headcase. I really had no idea I'd still be thinking about this four months later!! Don't I have anything else to think about?

Yes, I do.

For those of my lemmings out there who only keep up with this blog, let me fill you in on things as of late. I know I have mentioned my love of change on this blog before. This is proved by the lone fact that I have lived in every major city on the west coat, except for Portland, and I have also lived in Boston and DC and Virginia. I have yet to meet a person who's lived as many place as I have.

But I have been here in the Bay Area for-gasp!-over three years now? I can't believe that's true. And with this leave of absence from a nomad's life, I am suddenly bawking at change and this is causing me a major mind meltdown. Since when do I flinch in the face of something new??

Since I had a child, that's when. Grr.

Let's get specific, shall we? I started a new job this week. Albeit part time, it's still a completely different 3-6pm than I have been used to over the past 6 months. I wish I could say I'm taking it all in stride--even though I think for the most part I am. It's just those waves that come over you. You know, the ones that come when you're sitting on the pot, minding your own darn business? Those little f'ers creep up on you and suddenly the reasonable side of you is talking your crazy side, who's already swung one leg over the side of the Golden Gate Bridge, down from jumping. Not good.

I have to give myself a break though, because going back to work is a big step. Right?? This little baby has been my waking (and should be sleeping) world for months now. Yet somehow, I'm hearing myself say the words, "Good Afternoon Prospect Venture Partners!" (Oh great, now you all know where I work.) How did this happen???

It's enough to make any already insane person, even more insane, I assure you. Because the reasonable part of me says, "A part time job is good. It gets me out of the house for a bit, allows me some adult conversation, and puts a few bucks in my pocket." But my heart is totally sad waving goodbye to my baby girl. I can't even type that without tearing up!

Like anything else, I know that it takes time to adjust to change--that there is always that transitional period that really kicks your ass. I guess I'm just in the thick of that right now. And I'll get past it. I mean, at least I'm not a fashion blogger, right? I'm gonna pray for those people now.

Recently.

2010-08-30T09:27:00.000-07:00

Just to keep you on your toes, I've been doing my recent posting here.

Hello from hell.

2010-08-24T19:09:00.000-07:00

It has been unseasonably cool here in California this summer. Note "been." All that cool is in the past. Right now, at 6:55 in the evening, it is a sweltering 98 degrees.

I am hot. Really hot. And I am tired. Something about the heat makes you wanna pass out.

But the heat is also a welcome friend. It makes me nostalgic for things like picnics and camping and sitting on porches after the sun goes down.

And today was a good day. Speaking of friends, I made a new one, which is pretty epic in my little corner of the universe lately. The bay area is a tough place to meet people for whatever reason. Community is just not valued from what I can tell. Sad, huh?

Oh well.

For now I am off to find a cool beverage of sorts and watch Swamp People so that I can learn more about my in-laws. I am counting it as part of my quest to become an honorary Cajun.

When it rains it pours.

2010-08-20T15:37:00.000-07:00

I have a child who doesn't like to sleep. She would much rather be partying it up. Can I hold this against her? Absolutely not. I am exactly the same. I will party it up through exhaustion, migraines, you name it. At least I have my priorities straight, right? Even still I will tell you that I feel bad for my Tuesical as she is just a little bambina and needs her sleep!

Oh well.

The point is, she is napping now and I have so much to blog about, so let's get to blogging!

Last night I met up with my amigo, Ty, at his trunk show. He and his wife, Mande, have a company called Veritas--a clothing company and art collective. The idea is to bring people together to encourage community through the arts. Very inspirational. I bought some cool threads and saw some good friends. An awesome time was had. You can read more about the company here. And check out my friend, Jeffrey's vlog from the night! If you're paying good attention you'll see me and Erik. Look for a bob and a kitschy mustache. In that order.

Mmk so there's that. There are also some occassions today in the form of a birthday and a half birthday. First for the birthday...

Happy Birthday to one of my besties in the world, Beth! I love you and miss you terribly. I can't wait to celebrate with you and D in September! Here's a photo of me and the birthday girl a few years back. Aww.

And a happy half birthday to Tuesday Ray! Six months today. Becoming so skeptical in her old age!

More photos from her six month photo shoot here!

And last but not least, I have to pimp these amazing bathing suits. My friend, Jaimee, designed them for Split Girl and the cuteness is staggering. Here are my fave images. Peep the rest of these vintage-inspired beauties over at her blog, Crabtastic.

Ruffles!

Racerbacks!

Dreamy prints!

Okay that's all for now! Gotta make haste while the sun is still shining!

Some goodies.

2010-08-14T10:57:00.000-07:00

Friends, if you haven't downloaded the new Pomegranates track I posted about a few days ago, please do it. The track, "Create Your Own Reality" also happens to be my favorite on the album (so far). It's fantastic. So go ahead.. download and get your happy on.

Pomegranates - "Create Your Own Reality"

And for more musical pleasure, please enjoy this video from Yourself And The Air. I think it's quite fun.

Beginner's bad luck?

2010-08-13T09:13:00.000-07:00

Enlou - Amphibian

Enlou, a band on our label, totaled their van in Philly the other night. This was their first tour. Now they are stranded with no money at a friend's house. They want to continue the tour (and get home) and they need help. If you feel so led, they have set up a page where you can make a donation. I encourage you to help them if you can. They're an extremely talented gang, and most people are unaware of the sacrifice touring musicians make to bring their music to the masses. Life on the road is hard enough apart from your van hydroplaning during a rain storm. Please help these friends of mine. Check out the donation page here.

All of the sudden.

2010-08-12T21:36:00.000-07:00

As if someone flipped a switch, my baby girl sat up in the tub tonight. She usually kicks it head back, all maxin' relaxin'.. but not tonight. No. Tonight she sat straight up--she even fell forward a couple of times trying to reach for her toys, getting her face all wet, her eyelashes clumping together like she put on old mascara. It's too much. I can't stand it.

There was another first in the family today.. a first birthday. Happiest first birthday to my awesome nephew, Baylor. I wish we could have been there to celebrate his big day. Here's a photo of Bay and Tuesday on the fourth of July. Again, too much.

Yay!

2010-08-11T09:54:00.000-07:00

If you regularly read my blog, you've surely heard me speak of my beloved Pomegranates. We signed them to Lujo many years ago, released two records with them, and now they have moved on to Afternoon Records where they are about to drop their third full length, One Of Us! It's an outstanding record and I'm so excited for them! And look at that artwork! Beautiful! Done by none other than Lujo's own in house artist, Nigel Dennis.

You can hear/download "Create Your Own Reality" from Pomegranates' One Of Us here! Album drops 10/26, people!!

Bubble blowin' fool.

2010-08-10T19:08:00.000-07:00

I promised Julie I'd get videographic evidence of Tuesday waking up when she is happy. How do I know she's happy? Bubbles. And lots of them.

Had no idea what I was in for.

2010-08-05T20:17:00.000-07:00

We are at a resort called Corde Valle for Erik's work. I never want to leave. I am chaining myself to the chaise lounge in the back and refusing to move a single muscle. Ever.

We have our very own bungalow overlooking the beautiful California golden hills and a golf course colored the greenest of greens. We are walking distance from a vineyard, which we drove through to get here. Our bungalow is outfitted with a bar, fireplace, jacuzzi tub.

We get to be chauffeured around in a glorified golf cart because our bugalow is up such "steep" hill.

I am getting a massage at their spa tomorrow.

I'll stop now.

Clearly you all should be here with us!!

Craziness.

2010-08-05T12:43:00.000-07:00

So much to blog about.

First off, last weekend was awesome. For my birthday, Erik surprised me with a trip down south to spend a day at the Surf and Sand spa in Laguna with Jaimee and Cass. Just take a look at this place. Gorg. It was awesome being spoiled for a day. Even the SoCal sun thought it appropo to spoil me, taking a break from its typical state of summer gloom, to break through the clouds and give us a beautiful day! Many thanks to Jaimee for making it happen and for being the amazing hostess you are!

Second, there is a new band on Lujo called The Torches. Fronted by our amazingly talented and super smokin' friend, Stephen, this quirky septet was praised by DC's music site Brightest Young Things for their "blend of swampy, Tom Waits-inflected blues, southern harmonies, and indie rock." Banjo, oboe, harmonica, cello, saxophone, guitar, several-part vocal harmony and cacophony, hollering and stomping. Need I say more?

This song is so darn catchy!...

The Torches - Mr. Vampire

Third, I am going to be an auntie x5! My little sis is pregnant! And not only is she pregnant, she is due the exact same day as I was due with Tuesday! What were the chances? 1 in 365! Ha! Insane. I am hoping for a girl so I can hand down all of Tuesday's beautiful clothing--they will all be seasonably appropriate! Here is the latest photo of our little bear!

Now I'm off to pack for more spa fun, this time with Erik's work, at Corde Valle in San Martin. I think I will just spa hop for life. Sounds good, huh? I promise to take photos this time, something I failed to do last weekend. Shame!

Friends, mixtapes and babyproofing.

2010-07-28T09:01:00.000-07:00

Natalie and Travis rolled into town late Monday night from Seattle and have been shacked up with us ever since. They are on their way down to Orange Country for a wedding this weekend, expecting to stay a night, but got caught up here with some unexpected work. I'm not mad about it.

Natalie has been really busy with online meetings, but Travis, who does PR/marketing has been able to take some breaks. And lucky for me, he is both a dog and baby whisperer. Most people have to work to get Tuesday to smile, but not Travis. She has been all smiles for him. And as much as I love Travis, I find this weird. And Paul seems to love him the same.. but Paul loves everyone. Not quite as weird.

It's been great for Tuesday to have some extra playmates because as of late, her toys just aren't cutting it. She wants to play with everything BUT toys--the plastic bag, the coffee table leg, the couch, my sandal, a pile of carpet fuzz, the tag on a toy. And yesterday, in a brief few moments when I was looking down at my computer, I looked up to find her way off her blanket and halfway under a chair, wedged between it and our TV counsel. She was after the wires. Oh my!

I guess it is time to baby proof, huh?

In and amongst this madness, I am busy working on my mix tape which I have titled "Xoxo Summer". Here is the artwork! Hope you all are ready for an amazing mix! So much good music, so little time!

Happy EP Release Day, Enlou!

2010-07-27T10:38:00.000-07:00

Today Enlou's newest EP, Body Of Friends, Body Of Water, is out!! And if that artwork doesn't make you want to check out the music, I don't know what will. I am in love with this image. Check out the EP on iTunes and listen to/download the free track "Amphibian" right here.. right now. The EP will also be available on--dust off your boom boxes--cassette tape on Broken Circle Records soon!

Enlou - Amphibian (from Body Of Friends, Body Of Water)

I am so proud of everyone who was involved with this project! Thank you!!

Enlou on Tour:
Aug 8 @ Piano's, NYC
Aug 9 @ National Underground, NYC
Aug 10 @ XGN Catacombs Rock Club at World of Life CF, Galloway, NJ
Aug 14 @ House Show, Louisville, KY
Aug 15 @ Iutis Hall, Sidney, OH
Sep 5 @ Gratis Fest, Switzerland, IN
Sep 11 @ Homemade Genius Festival, Ninety Six, SC
Sep 25 @ Midpoint Music Festival, Cinn, OH

Enlou listening party!

2010-07-26T08:51:00.000-07:00

Almost everyone I talk to lately says they are in need of new music. Cause it's crazy out there. There is SO much new music, it's hard to know where to start or what filter to use. That's why I initiated a mixtape exchange, and that is why today I bring you with great delight a band on Lujo called Enlou. We signed these guys a year or so ago (I actually have no recollection of when, but a year ago sounds about right.. it was probably more than that) and we are sitting on the cusp of the release of their newest EP, Body Of Water, Body of Friends. It's out tomorrow!!

Because this is my blog and I run Lujo, it goes without saying that I am excited about this release. But I am especially excited about this one. This young, Cincinnati indie-pop quintet is something rather special and we've definitely not put out anything like it before.

So what do they sound like? Words are cheap, suckers, but AOL Spinner is hosting their listening party where you can stream the entire album right now! Just click the image below!

And if you like what you hear, I encourage you to pre-order on iTunes today!

Because the exersaucer is her favorite.

2010-07-26T06:40:00.000-07:00

Little Volcano, big news.

2010-07-25T18:34:00.000-07:00

My friend Rhea is one hot bitch. Among the many things contributing to her hotness, is her drumming for a band out of Portland called Little Volcano. These adorable girls have a brand spankin' new EP out called Precious Beast that is available for FREE download today and tomorrow via Bandcamp.com. You should get. into. it. and give the person next to you a high five for awesome, new music!

<a href="http://littlevolcano.bandcamp.com/album/precious-beast-ep">Fantastic Disaster by little volcano</a>

Opus 23

2010-07-24T09:03:00.000-07:00

I love how people's posts on Facebook will sometimes remind you of things you haven't thought of in a while--sometimes make you think of things you love even. For some strange reason this has been happening to me a lot lately so, thank you Facebook friends. Your posts are my pleasure.

This morning I was reminded of one of my favorite musicians, Dustin O'Halloran. I discovered his music via the visual masterpiece that is Marie Antoinette. I love that movie. I love Sofia Coppola. Her aesthetic is matchless.

I saw the movie in the theater and as soon as I returned home started a frantic internet search to find out what that song was I had heard in the movie. Turns out it was "Opus 23". I purchased the soundtrack from the movie and highly recommend it. Here is the video for that inspiring song. I think you will be dually charmed by what you hear and see.

Really need my coffee this morning.

2010-07-22T08:51:00.000-07:00

Some days are harder than others. And so are some nights. Now what I'm about to say may not make sense at first, but give it a minute and let me explain.

Tues slept through the night last night. I've seen this coming for a good two weeks now. Two weeks ago she dropped one of her two night feeding. This was pretty glorious. This meant I'd go to bed around 10 or 11, and she'd wake up around 2 or 3 to eat, then up around 8am for the day. This meant I would get one good five-hour stretch of sleep. Why just one?

Because those first five hours I would sleep like you sleep when you know you have to wake up early to catch a plane or take a test and you're afraid your alarm won't wake you up. So you sleep with one eye open, so to speak.

Are you beginning to see where this is going?

Tues slept through the night last night. I should be elated. But instead I'm tired and I have what feels like the start of a migraine, because I spent the entire eight hours asleep with one eye open. Just waiting for her to wake up. How stupid is that!?

And it doesn't even sound that bad until I tell you what song was running through my head during all those sleepless hours. Umm, "Bulletproof" by La Roux. I know, I know.

Now my burning question is, when will this pass? Has this happened to you, or am I alone in my own small, tragic corner of the world with this one? I am sure I'm not the only one out there that is so neurotic. God had to spread that crap around, right?

In other wildly entertaining news, I am thinking I need to go back to work. I have been fighting my desire to go back for a while now, feeling like I must be a terrible mom to even be considering it! And whereas I'm not a terrible mom, I am a terrible housewife. Laundry, cleaning, cooking... being at home all day... not really my thing. Prior to kids, Erik and I shared the household duties and I'd like to keep it that way, but that means I gotta bring home some bacon too.

Sigh. I have a lot to figure out. More coffee, please.

These are awesome.

2010-07-20T11:48:00.000-07:00

Animag Photo Stands

Magnetic animals trained to hold photos.

Five months old today.

2010-07-20T07:31:00.000-07:00

Not even a hot mess.

2010-07-19T19:57:00.000-07:00

This afternoon I let Paul, my dog, out to go potty. Yes my dog’s name is Paul. Animals with people names are funny. Paul has been a bad pooch lately. Maybe it's because he hasn't been bathed or walked since the baby was born five months ago. Or maybe it's because, lately, I've made a habit of kicking him. Isn't there a saying about this? "The man kicks him and he kicks me and I kick the dog"? Maybe my baby brain just made that up.

Our front yard is fenced in, but the fence doesn't go up to our front door. When you open our front door, you then have to open the gate to the yard. Before I let Paul out, I always tell him, "In the yard!" I make him sit and I look him square in his buggy chihuahua eyes and I tell him this.

But he doesn't listen. Ever.

No. Instead he does a lap around our car parked in the driveway and then he goes in the yard. I'm not sure because I'm not a dog or a dog whisper and I have no theories on how their minds work, but Paul runs what I believe to be his “Screw You Lap Of Glory” because I kick him and this is his chance to kick me back. Ears flying in the wind.

Today I let him out and this exact chaos ensues. At least it's predictable, right? But just as I unlatched the gate, our new neighbor pulled into the driveway with her dog, Pumpkin. Paul is threatened by and barks incessantly at most dogs, but Pumpkin is a four-pound teacup yorkie. Paul weighs 12 pounds. There is no threat here, only overly friendly sniffing, if you know what I mean. Great.

I had baby in hand because she was crabby and didn't want to be put down. Crabby because she didn't nap at all today and if you ask why to that, I might just kick you like I kick Paul because I am not feeling nice in this moment and also because, just like I am not a dog, I am not a baby either and I don't know how babies think. (If I did, I'd be getting eight hours of sleep at night.)

Like I was saying. Here I am, fussing baby in hand, hair a mess because no one in the God forsaken San Francisco Bay Area seems to know how to cut or die hair and I have literally given up. I don't even bother to blow dry my hair anymore because, since having a baby, I get these weird kinks in the back of my head that I can't even blow dry straight. I need to use a round brush of all things, and ask me if I have the time to round brush my hair. Honey, I don't.

I'm also sweating, which is normal these days and another side affect of whacked out hormones I can attribute to nothing else but having a baby. I sweat. Like it went out of style yesterday. No antiperspirant can stand up to it, no pig can compete with it. It doesn't even have to be hot out and I don't even have to be chasing an absolute jerk of a dog who, by the way, is no longer getting friendly with Pumpkin, but is sniffing and relieving himself on every bush up and down our side of the street, his urge to whizz on everything only matched by my urge to strangle the blessed life out of him.

If only I had two free hands, I think to myself.

I finally corralled Paul in the yard, shut the gate, and went back in the house. I didn’t even manage a “Goodbye” to my new, sweet neighbor. And that's when it hit me like a ton of toddler blocks that my new neighbor must think I’m a total mess. And I am. Not that I was ever that together of a person, but there is no way to even fake it anymore. This fussing baby, this crazed dog, this terrible hair--they give me away. I'm exposed.

And I don't know if I'm okay with that yet, but I want to be. I want believe that, "You don't always have to be a fashion plate," like Mom told me when I was a kid. I also want to believe that spraying on perfume everyday disguises the smell that tells of the fact that I wore this shirt yesterday. Mostly though, I want to embrace this messiness like a war wound or something. Let’s face it, sometimes this feels like war. I'm also a mess because I'm no longer my number one. There is this fussy baby and this crazy dog, and then somewhere--somewhere way down there in the mud--there is me. At least mud is nice and cool.

Mixtape exchage.

2010-07-19T11:14:00.000-07:00

I emailed a handful of people about this already, but thought I'd extend the invitation to you, my faithful reader. Ha! I am heading up a Mixtape Exchange. I've found it to be a super fun way to discover new music and make new friends!

It's really easy. I've decided we'll do it digitally, which means all you have to do is put together a mixtape, give it a name, make some art if you want, drag the music/art files into a single folder, turn that folder into a zip file (archive), and then upload that bad boy to Yousendit.com or Sendspace.com. Last step: send all of us the link!

If you'd like to play along, hit me up! I'd love to have you.

Happy birthday, husband.

2010-07-18T09:36:00.000-07:00

Sorry for my lack of blogging lately. I seem to cycle through wanting to share my life and not wanting to--in this forum, that is.

But today is significant. Today marks the day my dearest daughter slept through the night. Just kidding. That didn't happen. No, today my husband of three plus years turns 28. Woo!

My lack of sleep combined with my baby brain almost caused me to forget his birthday. How pathetic is that? Thank God I looked at the calendar last night and realized the day! And thank God I had already purchased his gifts--not that gifts are important on birthdays anyway. Gifts are really the icing on the cake, aren't they?

Oh, cake. Maybe next year I'll have my crap together enough to make my very deserving husband a cake.

This year I'll be his taxi cab and allow others to do the work--Five Guys for lunch and then to the Vans store to pick out some new shoes.

Happy birthday, Erik! You are a constant blessing to me and the best person I know. I'm sorry I'm so lame this year. Thank you for being so easy to please! Love you!

Gettin' caught up.

2010-07-10T10:43:00.000-07:00

Last week was insanity. We had all kinds of family in town, a family reunion, a dedication (Tuesday's), a birthday (mine).. and.. oh yeah... a holiday. I am waiting quite impatiently on photos from most of the action (hint hint Brooke, my awesome life photographer!), but I did snap some myself during our family reunion at my parent's house!

Erik and his Dad boiling

We continued our new tradition, two years running, of doing a crawfish boil--Erik's idea and a big hit with my Dad's side of the family. Turns out the Toews are all honorary Cajuns this year! And we had some real, bonafide Cajuns to help us boil, Erik's Dad and brother-in-law Sam, the latter of which I don't think is actually Cajun but he was born and bred in the bayou and that is Cajun enough for me! They also came bearing gifts of boudin and -ahem- gator. Seriously. We are hardcore over here.

My cousins helping Erik shuck the leftover crawfish

It was a fun afternoon of stuffing ourselves and swimming and hanging out. Always a good time. And no post would be complete without some photos of the babies. (That was sarcasm, but here are some photos.)

An overexposed shot of my sister in law, Brooke, and my darling nephew Baylor

Auntie Cass and Tues

Just a handful of the kids jacuzzin' it up

More catching up to come from the nonsense otherwise known as my life. For anyone who cares. And I know you do. Ha!

Because I don't feel like writing but I do feel like something pretty.

2010-07-06T16:10:00.000-07:00

And I do love bows.

Happy 4th!

2010-07-04T08:00:00.000-07:00

Yesterday.

2010-07-03T08:54:00.000-07:00

Some favorites from the day...

Fell asleep in her Nani's arms.

2010-07-01T09:43:00.000-07:00

And the rest of the clan are on their way over. Let the chaos ensue!

My baby is badass.

2010-06-30T20:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was horrible, but Munchie and I had a good day today. It just goes to show that infants are crazy. At least mine is. And I'm not complaining. I like it. Like Erik told me last night, "Why would you have an easy baby? You like to live your life on the edge of insanity." Hrmph. Someone likes to call a spade a spade and I'm not naming names. I guess that's why I married him?

Anyway, people who say your baby needs routine are whack. It might be true, but who am I to force my child to eat or sleep at certain times? I couldn't do either even if I wanted to! Hold her eyes shut? Shove my boob in her mouth? Sorry to mention my boob and be so extreme, but I seriously don't get it. Maybe these people who are all about routine have ~~easy going~~ push overs for babies. How 'bout that, hmmm!?

I'm sorry, I am sassy right now. Probably because I spent all day breaking my back to get this house clean for the in-laws (but really for me, let's be honest, because the in-laws probably don't care). Oh, and I even redecorated our patio. See?

Yes those plants are in pots because our management is all about paying top dollar for landscaping. Yikes. But on a positive note, let me say it's amazing the things you get done when your baby takes two two-hour naps! Huzzah! I am tempted to say "Maybe she'll do the same tomorrow," but I know better. Oh yes, my baby is badass but I am wise to her ways!

Today is the day.

2010-06-30T11:19:00.000-07:00

My in-laws from Louisiana will be here today! This will be the first time since she was born that Erik's parents will be seeing Tuesday, and the first time EVER that Tues will meet her Great Abuela, Uncle Sam, Aunt Brooke, and cousins, Ava and Baylor. Oh man, I can't wait to see everyone!

In other news, my birthday is coming up and I have several big ticket items on my list. But really all I asked for is money so I can save up!

Grownup sunglasses.

Rounded white gold bangle bracelet(s).

A decent couch.

The grass ain't always greener.

2010-06-29T16:39:00.000-07:00

Well, it looks like I may be moving back. As it turns out, you can't add badges to your Tumblr blog. As it turns out, badges are of utmost importance. Or so I've been told.

Anyway, I may still use Tumblr and I may not really move back over here. Jury is out and I am open to suggestions and in the meanwhile I will probably use both. Not that any of you out there really care that much. Do you? Come on, show me you care! Ha ha.

Maybe I should just keep making new blogs and new blogs and make you guys follow me all over the world wide web. Wouldn't that be fun? No?

Okay, well, I am back I guess. And I am tragically yours. Now who's gonna throw me a welcome back party? I like parties.

I've moved.

2010-05-24T11:43:00.001-07:00

My new blog is here.

Update!

2010-05-17T21:16:00.001-07:00

Hi friends!

I've moved this blog. If you'd like to know where my new home on the web is, please email me or message me on Facebook.

Thanks!

Munchie and me.

2010-05-07T10:44:00.000-07:00

And check out new Nada Surf from their cover album out June 8th!

Nada Surf - Electrocution (Bill Fox)

Chris Staples, etc.

2010-05-06T09:09:00.000-07:00

So let's get caught up a bit! Tuesday night Chris Staples was here, on his way through town on his solo acoustic tour. He played a little gig in Mountain View at Red Rock for us and it was fantastic. (Thanks, Red Rock!) But that's no surprise. I've been a fan of his music for a while now and expected nothing less than fantasticness!

Here he is peforming "Time Is A Bird" from his Discover America's Future Paths with guest "percussionist", aka, the Red Rock barista.

What surprised me about Chris was how ridiculously nice he is. And funny and polite and all those good things. And what also surprised me was the guy he was touring with, Andy Shauf. Andy was opening for Chris on the tour and I was so impressed by his music. Clever melodies, honest lyrics. A real diamond in the rough. Check him out here and pick up his new record, Darker Days, out on P is for Panda. And dollies, if you haven't picked up Chris' awesome new record, Future Paths, I really encourage you to do so! Available on iTunes and in the Lujo Webstore.

Paul is gonna miss Chris and Andy (and we are too)! I'm already looking forward to Chris coming back through later this month with his other band, Telekinesis. They are playing San Francisco with my beloved Nada Surf. Ahhh, I cannot WAIT!! See you soon, new friend!

Time lost and found.

2010-05-01T15:48:00.000-07:00

James Hall

Anne Lammot. She is one of my heroes. She is a writer whose work covers everything from Christianity to single motherhood to life as an alcoholic. Her writing is marked by honesty and transparency and biting wit. She inspires me in my own craft, so you can understand my disappointment when I recently missed her speaking at my local bookstore in support of her new novel, Imperfect Birds. I've been kicking myself ever since. And by "kicking myself" I mean daydreaming about what it was like and lamenting over the pearls of wisdom spoken that I will now never know.

You see, I've seen her speak before and she was amazing. Things she said have stuck with me. Things like, "Don't wear pants that hurt. No one needs to be wearing pants with attitude that are constantly telling you you are fat," and "Wear shoes you can run in. You don't see men in high heels and shoes you can run in, you can also dance in."

Obviously I've read all of her books as well, with the exception of this new one. And I've been waiting for this new one to come out for quite some time, in need of a fix and a flicker of inspiration. I'm crossing my fingers Imperfect Birds shows up by way of a Mother's Day gift (hint hint) but in the meanwhile I pillaged this article by Lammot from Sunset Magazine for us all to enjoy. It just so happens (although I don't really believe in "just so happens") to relate in subject to this thing I've been struggling with. And, well, without further adieu...

Time lost and found.

Turn off Twitter, Anne Lamott says. And don’t clean the house. That’s what it takes to create the rich life you deserve

I sometimes teach classes on writing, during which I tell my students every single thing I know about the craft and habit. This takes approximately 45 minutes. I begin with my core belief—and the foundation of almost all wisdom traditions—that there is nothing you can buy, achieve, own, or rent that can fill up that hunger inside for a sense of fulfillment and wonder. But the good news is that creative expression, whether that means writing, dancing, bird-watching, or cooking, can give a person almost everything that he or she has been searching for: enlivenment, peace, meaning, and the incalculable wealth of time spent quietly in beauty.

Then I bring up the bad news: You have to make time to do this.

This means you have to grasp that your manic forms of connectivity—cell phone, email, text, Twitter—steal most chances of lasting connection or amazement. That multitasking can argue a wasted life. That a close friendship is worth more than material success.

Needless to say, this is very distressing for my writing students. They start to explain that they have two kids at home, or five, a stable of horses or a hive of bees, and 40-hour workweeks. Or, on the other hand, sometimes they are climbing the walls with boredom, own nearly nothing, and are looking for work full-time, which is why they can’t make time now to pursue their hearts’ desires. They often add that as soon as they retire, or their last child moves out, or they move to the country, or to the city, or sell the horses, they will. They are absolutely sincere, and they are delusional.

I often remember the story from India of a beggar who sat outside a temple, begging for just enough every day to keep body and soul alive, until the temple elders convinced him to move across the street and sit under a tree. Years of begging and bare subsistence followed until he died. The temple elders decided to bury him beneath his cherished tree, where, after shoveling away a couple of feet of earth, they found a stash of gold coins that he had unknowingly sat on, all those hand-to-mouth years.

You already have the gold coins beneath you, of presence, creativity, intimacy, time for wonder, and nature, and life. Oh, yeah, you say? And where would those rascally coins be?

This is what I say: First of all, no one needs to watch the news every night, unless one is married to the anchor. Otherwise, you are mostly going to learn more than you need to know about where the local fires are, and how rainy it has been: so rainy! That is half an hour, a few days a week, I tell my students. You could commit to writing one page a night, which, over a year, is most of a book.

If they have to get up early for work and can’t stay up late, I ask them if they are willing NOT to do one thing every day, that otherwise they were going to try and cram into their schedule.

They may explain that they have to go to the gym four days a week or they get crazy, to which I reply that that’s fine—no one else really cares if anyone else finally starts to write or volunteers with marine mammals. But how can they not care and let life slip away? Can’t they give up the gym once a week and buy two hours’ worth of fresh, delectable moments? (Here they glance at my butt.)

Can they commit to meeting one close friend for two hours every week, in bookstores, to compare notes? Or at an Audubon sanctuary? Or a winery?

They look at me bitterly now—they don’t think I understand. But I do—I know how addictive busyness and mania are. But I ask them whether, if their children grow up to become adults who spend this one precious life in a spin of multitasking, stress, and achievement, and then work out four times a week, will they be pleased that their kids also pursued this kind of whirlwind life?

If not, if they want much more for their kids, lives well spent in hard work and savoring all that is lovely, why are they living this manic way?

I ask them, is there a eucalyptus grove at the end of their street, or a new exhibit at the art museum? An upcoming minus tide at the beach where the agates and tidepools are, or a great poet coming to the library soon? A pond where you can see so many turtles? A journal to fill?

If so, what manic or compulsive hours will they give up in trade for the equivalent time to write, or meander? Time is not free—that’s why it’s so precious and worth fighting for.

Will they give me one hour of housecleaning in exchange for the poetry reading? Or wash the car just one time a month, for the turtles? No? I understand. But at 80, will they be proud that they spent their lives keeping their houses cleaner than anyone else in the family did, except for mad Aunt Beth, who had the vapors? Or that they kept their car polished to a high sheen that made the neighbors quiver with jealousy? Or worked their fingers to the bone providing a high quality of life, but maybe accidentally forgot to be deeply and truly present for their kids, and now their grandchildren?

I think it’s going to hurt. What fills us is real, sweet, dopey, funny life.

I’ve heard it said that every day you need half an hour of quiet time for yourself, or your Self, unless you’re incredibly busy and stressed, in which case you need an hour. I promise you, it is there. Fight tooth and nail to find time, to make it. It is our true wealth, this moment, this hour, this day.

Anne Lamott, from the April 2010 Issue of Sunset Magazine

Love my stovetop espresso maker.

2010-04-30T08:39:00.000-07:00

Erik's Abuela is from Spain (hence the "abuela", which is Spanish for "grandma" for all you numbskulls out there) and she taught me how to make espresso like they do in Europe.. or.. umm.. Cuba. (Nevermind, long story.)

They do it with a stovetop espresso maker, also known as a moka pot.

I picked this one up a couple years ago, back when Abuela first enlightened me to the amazing fun that is espresso from a pot. I had since switched to a french press, forgetting about my stylish little moka pot, but I dusted it off this week (more like scrubbed the heck out of it) and picked up some pre-ground espresso from the lovely Trader Joes. Abuela uses Cafe Bustelo. You can use whatever espresso you like as long as you are sure to use a medium fine grind.

I heated up some soy milk and frothed it up with one of these and voila! A delicious cappucino was born.

Mug by Z Gallerie.

Coaster by Anthropologie.

Coffee Table rescued from the side of Ravenscourt Ave. in San Jose.

Scissors appeared out of nowhere. If they're yours, let me know.

Learn how to make your own delicious cappucino by way of stovetop here! And stay tuned for further thoughts on blogging, etc. I have had some epiphanies!

Thanks, friends.

2010-04-29T10:37:00.000-07:00

Thanks to all for your responses to yesterday's post. I am still torn about this!

It's not strangers reading my blog that bothers me. When I was living in LA, I had a complete stranger come up to me in a bar and ask if I used to live in Seattle. When I told him "yes" and asked how he knew this, he said he saw me on Myspace. Okay. Kind of creepy. But ultimately harmless. And for all I know it could have just been a pick up line and a good guess.

What's bothering me is people WHO I KNOW (thank you, Elizabeth, for my new-found use of caps!) referencing information from my blog, but never acknowledging that they have or do read my blog. For instance, people could say, "I read on your blog blah blah blah." But instead they're saying "Are her eyes still blue?" when they are meeting her for the first time. It's like, How did you know her eyes have been blue if you are just seeing her? Do you read my blog?? I feel as though these people are, either intentionally or unintentionally, using my blog as a substitute for actual communication with me. And who knows how many people I know are reading it and not saying anything at all.

Or, here's another example. When Tues was born there were some people who live a mere 15 minutes away who just went to my blog to see photos of her, rather than coming over to meet her. I found myself wishing I hadn't posted any pictures, because perhaps that would have forced people to come and see her in person. I would have really liked to have gotten to "show her off" in a venue where I could see/hear reactions of and interact with people.

The thing is, in our current society, we are all so detached from each other already. Twittering and Facebooking. Blogging and texting. I feel this more than ever now that I am living in the epicenter of "innovation". Hey, Silicon Valley--how about you come up with a way to REALLY connect with people. All your technology is getting me down.

I am thinking the only way to remedy this is to stop blogging altogether, but then I cut off all my wonderful friends and family who live far away and who do let me know they are reading and appreciating my blog (and there are so many of you!). And as to making this blog private--Jen's right. I can't make this blog private because I don't want people to have to create a Gmail or blogger account, etc. Sigh.

I'm sure I'll figure something out. But I'm guessing it's not going to be today. Thinking cap on!

If this is communication, I disconnect.

2010-04-28T16:55:00.000-07:00

I love blogging. It combines three of my passions: writing, photography and bragging about my friends. Few things make me happier than these three things, and even if no one read my blog, I would still blog because I love it.

But people do read my blog. On average it gets 100 hits per day. 50 of those hits are from regulars. This should make me happy, but I am sad. I am only aware of about 20 people that read this blog. That means there are at least 30 people out there who are reading my blog regularly and I have no idea who these people are.

Well, I have some idea of who these people are. One made herself known this weekend. Without acknowledging she read my blog, she referenced information she would have only known from reading it. I found this strange and unsettling.

And it saddened me.

Why? Because I started this blog as a way of sharing more of my life with friends and family. In other words, I thought of it as a way to further connect with the people in my life. And whereas it has done this in some cases, in other cases, it has done the opposite. It’s given people a false sense of being in touch with me. Or perhaps it’s not a false sense--you do get some idea of what is happening in my life from reading this blog. But when the communication is one-sided, it feels almost as though I am exploiting myself. And if people I know are secretly snooping around my blog, that is voyeurism.

I don’t mean to sound bitter. I mean, I brought this on myself. I know that. And it’s my fault that I didn’t anticipate this being a problem. But I am not a voyeur and honestly, it never occurred to me that this would ever be a problem. I never read personal blogs of complete strangers (it just doesn’t interest me) and I never go to someone’s Facebook page to see what they’re up to (I ask them). This bothers me enough to maybe quit blogging…quit this thing that brings me so much joy. Or perhaps I’ll just take the personal out of this blog and go back to writing about music or something else.

For now though, I’m putting this blog on hiatus for the month of May and I will be abstaining from Facebook as well, for the same reasons. If people are interested in my life, I want to know about it and I want to hear from them. Otherwise it just doesn’t feel right.

Anyone else have thoughts on this?

Tuesday talks.

2010-04-26T08:09:00.000-07:00

Screw the coos, my kid talks. Okay so what if you can't make it out. She knows what she's saying and she has a lot to say! The other night she had a back and forth conversation with her Nana for ten minutes straight, and it would have gone on longer if the hour hadn't rapidly been approaching time for bed.

I tried to replicate the scene here, and without much effort. This kind of thing is par for the course these days. I am still learning how babies work, but I am guessing I have a talker on my hands. I don't know where she gets that from! Hrmph.

Dear Earth.

2010-04-23T08:00:00.000-07:00

Hey Earth, what's up? Just wanted to say I am super sorry. I totally neglected your day yesterday. Truth be told, I didn't even really remember it until Jaimee reminded me. I feel bad about this because I like you a lot and I am really happy that I live on you. You're awesome.

To make it up to you, I'm re-posting some photo goodness from Jaimee's blog. She went to some earthy places yesterday and her lovely photos do you justice. This one is my favorite.

(courtesy of Crabtastic)

Forgive me? Thanks, Earth. I like you.

Discover America - Future Paths

2010-04-22T11:30:00.000-07:00

Hey friends! The new album from Discover America, Future Paths, is available now on Amie Street for only $2.12. Click here to preview tracks/buy!

"The Force of Proper Wind"

A nautical mess.

2010-04-20T14:48:00.000-07:00

These days when I write, it's usually with a munchkin on my chest. She is being such a good girl today despite the dark, looming, rain clouds outside.

And despite the dark, looming rain clouds, we took a walk today. A long walk. A long walk to Anthropologie. Let me just say, I was booking it on the way back and people were looking at me like, "That stupid Mom better get that baby inside 'cause it's about to rain!"

But that's not what this post is about. This post is about a nautical mess.

Now, don't mistake what I am about to say. I love nautical. Nothings says "spring" like nautical prints--stripes and boat wheels and anchors and shells. But Anthro is barfing up nautical all over the place and it's not pretty. In fact, it's downright obnoxious.

A rope necklace. Really?! Unfortunately this is just the tip of the iceberg. Anthro, if you're out there, there IS such thing as overkill and you are guilty as charged!!

Found: Vintage Kitchen Stool!

2010-04-19T13:34:00.000-07:00

Estate sales. They can be good, or they can be a total bust depending upon who died and the taste of the deceased. On Friday, Mom, Tues and I hit up one just down the road in Menlo-Atherton. The house was in a large gated community and I was expecting good things.

Unfortunately there wasn't much in the way of what I could afford--or want, for that matter. A lot of china and silver, some vintage designer clothing but all in P (for petite).

I was *this* close to leaving empty handed when I spotted it. A vintage yellow kitchen stool. This vintage yellow kitchen stool!

My first thought was "Oooo, I want." My Italian Nonna had a stool in her kitchen and I have memories of her sitting on her stool, chopping veggies or cutting focaccia. I've always wanted one of my own.

My second thought was "Forget it." There was a rather large fellow standing right in front of the stool, rifling through some tools for sale. (stool tools stool tools.. say that five time fast!) He didn't look like he was moving anytime soon, and I wasn't up for trying to get past him with baby strapped to chest. And anyway, the stool was laden with christmas ornaments in boxes and I couldn't really see what it looked like.

Yep. Forget it.

But out of curiosity on our way out, Mom said I should ask the price. So I did. People, this price is deserving of a drum roll so get on it. Are you drumming? They were asking six dollars!

"Sold," I said, without having given it a good look. "I'll come back this weekend to pick it up."

Yesterday I went to pick up my precious gem and upon inspection, found myself even more pleased! It is in great condition, and a Cosco to boot! They sell remakes of the original design today, but the originals are from the 1930s, and, might I add, go for circa $100 on ebay.

Ahhhh. Few things I love more than a good deal. Maybe now I'll cook more. Maybe.

Happy Two Months!

2010-04-17T15:18:00.000-07:00

Tuesday Ray Week 7

2010-04-15T20:17:00.001-07:00

They grow so fast!

Two things.

2010-04-12T14:28:00.000-07:00

One, Tuesy found her thumb and I'm pretty sure she sucks it in the cutest way possible.

And two, a photo of me and the mini from our first trip to San Francisco.

And how about another photo of us on our first walk.

Oh and one more thing I guess. I will be really happy when I have more time for this blog!

That Mouse Fire post.

2010-04-09T19:17:00.000-07:00

Everything happens a day or two late in the Land of Taking Care of a Newborn. I finally had the chance to upload those Mouse Fire videos I took the other night. Yes!

Friends, please enjoy the amazing three piece that is Mouse Fire performing "Don't Mess With A Texan" live at Mama Buzz Cafe in Oakland, CA. Can I just say they ROCKED it? Like whoa.
I love these boys!

Tues Coos and a Day with Cartier.

2010-04-06T17:43:00.000-07:00

First of all, Tuesday slept amazing last night! I am hoping we've turned a corner because God knows Mama needs more than three hours of sleep a night. Need. to. be. human. again!!

And as if sleeping most of the night wasn't enough, my baby girl decided to start talking this morning, albeit baby speak (cooing). I caught some of it on my iPhone. Forgive the poor quality, but the sound is really all you need anyway.

Then it was off with Nana to the Palace of the Legion of Honor to see the Cartier And America exhibit! We figured we'd break Tuesday in early and get her familiar with girls' best friend--diamonds!! We saw some seriously amazing bling, including Grace Kelly's 10.47 carat engagement ring she wore in High Society, as well as a necklace of hers. The necklace was my Mom's favorite. And the museum's setting was spectacular. We had a view of the Golden Gate Bridge and the city skyline.

We had lunch at the museum cafe and coffee on the way home, and by the time we got home, guess who was tuckered out? Yep. Oh, Tuesday was tired too.