Thursday, June 26, 2008

list no 6: new boyfriends

1) Der Schweinsteiger! Jawohl!

2) Kazim (hottie no. 1)

3) Boral (hottie no. 2)

4) Iniesta (ma nouvelle patrie)

5) Titi (désolée, mais dans mon coeur, t'es toujours mon no. 1)

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

that daring young woman

I took this pic of a trapeze artist at a Burlesque party I went to a while ago. The party was bad, but she was very cool. I like the movement in this image.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

chinese liner, seeing eye and a can of corn

On Father's Day, I attended the ballgame with my Dear Old Dad. And whereas the Giants didn't win (seems like my teams are out of luck these days), my dad imparted to me some intriguing baseball terminology.

He also reminded me that Popeye's father's name was Poopdeck Pappy.

At this rate, I may pick up a fourth language by the end of baseball season!

I didn't find Chinese liner on the list, so anyone out there want to test your knowledge?

Sunday, June 15, 2008

morning glory

Here's Cloud pausing for a moment a couple mornings ago to take in the perfume of these gorgeous peonies that my friend Stacy gave me.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

american beef apathy, etc.

Tens of thousands of Koreans protested their government's decision to reopen imports of U.S. beef in their country, fearing exposure to mad cow disease.

Why Americans are not up in arms about this issue is a mystery to me. I've written before about how the USDA is pulling the wool over our eyes and allowing downer cows to be put into our food supply.

And yet, Americans simply order more hamburgers.

So yes, Koreans are upset about more issues than just the beef, yet it was the impetus for such a large and effective protest that caused his cabinet to resign, perhaps much in the way that France's decision to do away with co-ed dormitories launched the protests of 1968 in Paris.

And so I wish Americans would would follow the Koreans' lead!

And oh yes, thanks to my pal Kucinich for calling for the impeachment of Bush-Cheney, Inc. yesterday. That's my boy!!! Let's not forget to write our letters to Pelosi!

monday mixed bag

I began my day by watching 30 minutes of an uneventful footie match between France (Allez les bleus!) and Romania at Couleur Cafe. The most exciting part of that experience was sitting with a group of Frenchmen at 9 am, all smoking and drinking coffees and groaning. And then when one of them turned to me and asked, "Qui est-ce la mademoiselle dans la jolie casquette?" All I can say is that nil nil is nul. So I had to seek redemption at lunchtime by sneaking out of the office to watch the second half of the Netherlands v. Italy game. I wasn't the only one in the bar rooting against Italy, and we were all happy to see the Oranj kick some Azzurri booty. Hooray!

At the end of my shift, Young and I spontaneously decided to meet back at Couleur Cafe to share a Dine About Town prix fixe meal of Salade Frisee, Salmon over black japanese rice topped with wilted greens and a roasted red pepper ragout, followed by Crème caramel, all complimented by two glasses of Rosé from the Côtes du Rhône region (thank you very much), which I needed to make myself forget about my wheezing Ferrari that needs to go to the shop for repair, wounded by a rogue wiffle ball.

Friday, June 06, 2008

back to mine

After tasting several of these "organic and sulfite free" California wines, I decided to go back to drinking the Frenchies that I know and love.

Voilà, quoi.

So here's a great article from the IHT about Burgundy wines, biodynamic viticulture post World War II and all the young wine producers from the region.

Très interressant!

Thursday, June 05, 2008

alternative to playing for Cloud

Thursday was such a beautiful day, but I was stuck in a dark and hot editing room all day in Sausalito. I brought my accordion with me because Stephen, the director I've been working with ever since I moved back to the Bay Area a couple years ago, has been dying to hear me play. So I brought the Ferrari with me to work today, only to not have time to share my Piaf with him. So on the way home, I was inspired to make a pit stop in the Headlands and practice with this amazing view of the City before me, instead of playing in my apartment for Cloud. I'm sure she's bored with my four songs by now. The people who stopped by the side of the road to take in the view (not to hear me play) were very gracious regarding all my mistakes, but I hope I provided a special experience for them nonetheless.

I snapped these pics with my phone, so I could share them with you (whoever you are).