Saturday, February 25, 2012

Well, At Least There Was Murder

I am, of course, talking about the puzzle.

Let me back up. Being approximately 3 weeks off a breakup, I'm finding myself with more free time than I've had in a while. I've gone through most of the phases by this point, considering the brief nature of the relationship (only about 6 months): the cram-yourself-with-plans phase, the get-the-hell-outta-dodge phase, etc.

Apparently, I'm entering the puzzle phase. It's an Edward Gorey piece, so of course there's much mayhem, which makes for the "Murder" aspect of this post. Does that make it better? Worse?

I'm inclined to say better. It's very soothing, and I get to indulge in a bit of omphaloskepsis outside of yoga class.

Here's to writing again! And indulging my fits of insanity in a public forum.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Friday, May 28, 2010

Sometimes, I am made of awesome


OMG they were amazing. I've been more-than-is-healthy obsessed with Smitten Kitchen for the past few days. Her argument about how 97% of things are better homemade than what you pay $4.00 for at Starbucks or Mrs. Fields is absolutely true. Splittin' 'em with The Blonde, and bringin some to work tomorrow before flyin' up to Portland for The Big's wedding.

Yes. Of course I'm going to hit Powell's Books. Don't ask stupid questions.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

It's HOLMES homes! (Sorry)

You know that feeling you get when you've got work and life and friends and the gym and all you want to do is go. back. to. your. book?


The Russell Holmes mysteries make me so happy, I geek out. The series is about Sherlock Holmes' wife: how she met him in the early days of the Great War, and their marriage in the 20s. The character is wickedly aberbic and rabidly intelligent, and gives Holmes a run for his money. I enjoy her immensely. This is the latest book, just out in April:

I spent about an hour at Crepes on Cole tonight with a strawberry-nutella crepe and a pot of English Breakfast, completely blissed out.

That's the sweetness.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Movie Review: The Losers

Any one else would be dead by now? That's the tagline?


I love movies that don't take themselves too seriously. There are explosions, there are witty one liners, there are guns, there's even a crossbow. HELL THERE IS A REFERENCE TO PIRATES.

What's not to like? You HAVE to go into a movie like this without any expectations. Not even the expectation that you will be pleasantly entertained. I was worried, because the trailers attached to this movie included Step Up 3D and The Takers, a movie starring BOTH Paul Walker and Hayden Christensen. I don't really think anything else needs to be said.

Anyway...The Losers. Poorly thought-out plot? Check. Weak villain that backed by the US government? Check. Bazooka? Check. Wildly enjoyable? Check.

Totally win for a Wednesday night.

Go Petunias.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Tuesday is Music Day!

"A stroke, you unbrookable ninny. The only stroke I have ever had is one of genius!!" - Mr. Edward Magorium.

Recently, I had a stroke of UNMITIGATED GENIUS. I decided to take guitar lessons. I have had a classical guitar in my possession for a few years now, but have never really learned how to play it. Sure, I say I am "trying to teach myself guitar" but let's get real here. If you want to learn an instrument, it takes discipline. It takes practice. It takes the guilt and the threat of potential embarassment of showing up to class without having practiced and TOTALLY SUCKING.

Needless to say, I needed the structure a class could provide.

Enter Zambaleta. This place is awesome team. If you live ANYWHERE in San Francisco, I strongly encourage you to check it out. It's got everything from Guitar 1 to Turkish singing to yoga to Haitian Kanaval dance.

It's so affordable that even I can handle it. In 5 classes I can pretty much play this:



Kirk out.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Notes from Today (and possibly earlier)

I offer the following:

For your edification:

On another note:

I've been OBSESSED with this video (and kinetic typography in general) for a while. Love.

Finally, a scene from our sponsors:
Roommate I enters apartment, chattering gaily about dim sum while raving about the condition of Fell post B2B.
Roommate II commiserates with story of LITERALLY THE UGLIEST TATTOO EVER (seen below)
Roommate I moves toward rear of apartment to change clothes, opens door and SHRIEKS, then falls over, roaring with laughter.
Roommate II, knowing what Roommate I has discovered, giggles like a friggin' LOON.
Enter innocent bystander (McDeezy) who peers curiously into Roommate I's room, then startles back, discovering THIS SITTING UP IN BED.
The End.