Friday, August 12, 2016

This Happened


These guys...


opened for these guys...


at this thing...


That's about the definition of badass in my book. 

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Adulting



So you're at your friend's house (which they own), laughing (because life becomes more and more ridiculous with each passing year) under their pergola (a word everyone present can use appropriately in conversation), enjoying a Sunday brunch (savory waffles, mimosas and coffee from a corner of the kitchen permanently dedicated to its creation) in celebration of a friend's birthday (which falls on the far rather than near side of thirty)...


That's how you'll know you've arrived. 


Welcome to the fringe benefits of aging!

Friday, August 5, 2016

I Love Evan Horn



My partner is finally headed home and we are gonna tear shit up this fall. And by that I mean heal after a particularly wrenching handful of months apart. This time around it felt like I was missing an especially crucial limb/organ in his absence. I can't wait for us both to feel whole again.

Monday, August 1, 2016

The Notorious H.R.C.




My pantsuits are stitched together from the carcasses of those I have made disappear. 

People say lock me up. You think I am scared of a stretch in the joint?! I could run this motherfucker from the inside.  

I'm the Notorious H.R.C. and I'll cut a bitch.

- Jim Maher

A woman's gotta be fierce when she's up against a "mangled apricot hellbeast," a "witless fucking cocksplat", an "incompressible jizztrumpet," a "cockwomble," a "tiny fingered, Cheeto-faced, ferret wearing shitgibbon." 

The Scots have always had a way with words.

And yet I hope Shakespeare will ultimately have described him best: "...a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."



It's high time we called upon a woman in shining armor (aka this gangsta here -- The Notorious H.R.C.) to save the day. 

Friday, July 29, 2016

A 20th Century Birth Story


The year was 1977. My parents were three years into their marriage and I was their first kid. 

At one point, while in labor, my mom said she thought she was going to die. Her friend responded, "No one said this would be easy."  


When I came into the world, my mother was struck by how fully present I was and my father cried when he held me for the first time.



I was driven home from Mt. Zion Hospital in my grandmother's 1955 red and white Buick special. 


When they pulled up to the curb outside our house on 22nd Street in San Francisco, my mom faced a slew of steps to the front door. Daunted, she reasoned aloud that women gave birth in fields and went right back to work all the time. To which her mother added, "And those women die like flies!" 


My mom remembers being so exhausted in those first months that she slept through my crying one night and awoke to my dad holding me on his forearm, soothing me back to sleep by talking to me like a New York taxi driver.


As I grew older, I grew intrepid and she would find me toddling off to visit Fraz in his carpentry shop across the street or she would turn to see me carrying my newborn brother down the stairs, a big sister at the age of three.


One of the advantages of having time alone with my mom --a few weeks to just hang out and enjoy each other's company-- is that these details from the past resurface in conversation. 


My mom has always been the storyteller in our family and through her we have come to appreciate the power of narrative. We, her children, are now engaged in discovering and creating our own stories. 

And we value our source material. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

FLOTUS


In the dumpster fire that is American politics, Michelle Obama gleams...



...and her partner (our president) rightly urges us to vote rather than boo. 

So when it comes to binge watching catastrophe, I choose this one:



Sunday, July 17, 2016

And You KNOW I Have Opinions On This


It is rare that I am in agreement on matters Austin, but Rebecca Pahle and I are of a mind...

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...with only the slightest bone of contention (namely how awesome Paul Rudd was in Clueless). 

In spirit, we are sisters.