Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tomboy Style

“To define a tomboy requires searching far beyond the simple notion of wearing boys’ clothing. Tomboys have influenced the expanses of popular culture including fashion, film, music, and literature. And although the tomboy is often identified by clothing, what makes her wholly so is an inherent sense of confidence, rebelliousness, and adventure.”

I have fallen in love with this website.

(most excellent quote on the site from a film called Love Story:)
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what makes you so smart?
Jennifer Cavalieri: I wouldn't go out for coffee with you that's what.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what if I wasn't even gonna ask you to go out for coffee with me?
Jennifer Cavalieri: Well that's what makes you stupid.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Worth A Thousand Words

"I've never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure." - (attributed to Mark Twain, but apparently it's a misquote)

Obama and his staff were able to watch a live video feed of the raid last night; this is a photo of that moment. It definitely gets me. It's an odd feeling to celebrate a violent death, even when we all know that the man more than deserved it, but I can see that this is a very, very cathartic moment for America. Let's all just hope that things only go up from here.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Gold in Them Thar Hills!

I just love when history repeats itself. Local news is all a-flutter with the story of an 8.2 POUND gold nugget that was found in the Sierra Nevadas last year - just look at that thing! It's a human head! Made of GoOoOold! What would you even DO if you came across that? I know that the lucky landowner who found the massive thing was actively looking for it, he didn't just stumble upon it one morning in his vegetable patch, but c'mon! Eight pounds of gold. Unbelievable. I think it's incredibly cool that there is still gold in those mountains - it seems like such a thing of the past to me, part of my history books but never a current event.

Anyways, this Chronicle article is talking about a "minirush" that's heading up to Gold Country in the coming weeks to comb the mountains for more life-changers, and I can't help but picture modern day 49ers and prospectors and rugged gold-crazed mountain men cruising up to the Sierras with gold fever, believing that they're going to strike it rich. That's who built San Francisco, after all. That's why we're all here, because of those first believers, and I half-wish I could head up there myself, just for a day or two, and see if I have any luck myself. Just for the sake of being part of this unintentional reenactment of history. Can't wait to see how this all pans out (hahaHA! Pun).

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Life Changing Moment

I'm horrendously late with this post, but better late then never I suppose...Months and months and months ago I went to the Outside Lands Music & Arts Festival in Golden Gate Park. There were many bands I'd never heard of, a few bands I was really excited to see, and one in particular that I knew was a chance in a lifetime. Levon Helm. Ahhh...where to begin? I discovered Levon Helm when I was in high school and I watched The Last Waltz for the first time, and I fell in love with his voice. He sang with more passion then anyone I had ever seen (and, to be honest, I've always thought drummers were the coolest) and he just belonged on that stage. I couldn't get enough. The Band quickly climbed to the top of my list, as did The Last Waltz, but I sadly put them in my imaginary box of things-I'm-too-late-to-experience because I thought I would never have the chance to see my favorite musicians perform life.

But then. BUT THEN! Outside Lands rolls around. I was planning on going no matter what, but then rumors started swirling and hints about the lineup were dropped and I realized that Levon Helm was coming to my city. I was giddy. I was ecstatic. I was borderline delirious at the thought of seeing him live. AND I was going to see him twice, because I jumped at the chance to buy tickets with my dad to the surprise show the night before the festival (sidenote of awesomeness: my parents were at The Last Waltz. They were there. In real life. Amazing). So here I was, with tickets to TWO shows to see my favorite musician. And you know what they say about expectations, and how they never live up to the real thing? Well sometimes...that's complete bull.

The night show was beyond what I could have hoped. I had no idea he would play all of my old favorites, but he did. I was feet away from the stage. His band are all incredible musicians who love what they do. And he played The Weight. And honestly? I cried. I couldn't help it. It was an absolutely perfect moment and one I'll never forget, and I knew it at the time. Levon smiled at me. During the encore I mouthed "thank you" to him and he smiled and nodded and tried to throw me his drumstick (someone taller then me went home with it). I knew right then that this show would always stay with me as one of the best I've ever seen.

And the next day I woke up, drove into the city, worked my way to the front of the stage and saw him again. After battling throat cancer and years of tough living his voice is definitely shot, but the passion is still there. The man did not stop smiling. It was a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing to check this goal that I never thought I'd achieve off of my life list. I saw Levon Helm in concert. Holy Moly. Check.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Big Wide World

More National Geographic daily photos. Because it makes me want to pack up a suitcase and a camera and just go.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Simple Things

I love laughing at nothing and not being able to stop. I wish it was still this easy.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011


I'm in love with this website. It's Part 2 of my favorite website, FogBay, but with the focus slightly broadened; rather then just being photographs and tidbits about San Francisco, FogPhoto is simply a photo blog of beautiful places. And I can't get enough. Perhaps I'm a little biased because many of the photos are of San Francisco (and the fog!), but really I think I'm just in love with the simplicity of it all. The quietly unassuming layout, the stunning scenery, and the wonderful little stories captured in the photographs. I followed FogBay for years and was delighted when FogPhoto sprang up as a replacement, and I'll follow it everyday until Ramsey's next project begins.

Monday, March 21, 2011


Another poem I wrote a long time ago, tweaked recently, and shyly post here.

Over sweet days of youth you must soar to grow old
Drag memories across the bare floor to grow old

You must learn all the wisdom before you forget
And recite words of ancient Greek lore to grow old

You must look back at photos of sepia days
And cringe at silly things you once wore to grow old

You must dance with Dylan, one-handed, silhouetted by the sea
And explore your dark heart till it’s sore to grow old

You must welcome wrinkles and aches and slow groaning bones
And break promises on which you once swore to grow old.

You must fill your cup daily with rich heavy years
Only this way will you adore to grow old.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Crazy For The Game

I love sports. I love the passion it incites in a fan base, the dedication you see in the players and the inspiring, hilarious, uplifting stories that come out of each season. I also love a good list. Take some items and throw numbers in front and I'm right there with ya. Which is why I love this list that I found on Bleacher Report of the 22 Most Eccentric Athletes of All Time. GENIUS. Because who doesn't love a good character on your favorite team? This year San Francisco had Brian Wilson, and he really does seem to live up to the crazy, but I loved reading through the list of others, some of whose names I know, others I've never heard of before. But all of them are worth knowing about. At the very least it's a fun way to kill a few minutes, but to me it's a reminder of how we learn to love our athletes, despite and because of all of their quirks.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

David Brent & Michael Scott

I have loved The Office for a long time, and while it may not be the same as it used to be, they still have great moments. This was one of them. I didn't hear a word they said the first time I watched it on Thursday because I was laughing too hard at the concept. How did it take this long to have a Ricky Gervais cameo??