I started blogging in 2005 as a way to deal with my post-college depression. I had a lot of hair back then.
I share funny stories and life lessons all written in the same down-to-earth, tell-it-like-it-is fashion that makes me my mom’s favorite blogger.
I wrote at one of the many hours of holiday gatherings I enjoy this time of year:
Oh how I missed you
Why do I never play you?
Memories of the happy days when I did
Oh shit I’m terrible
Because I never play
We knock balls around for twenty
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2012 is upon us. And if the apocalypse doesn’t happen in 2012, chances are it will happen in 2013.* Statistics (and mystics) don’t lie.
<--- you'll be hardpressed to beat my parents on the prep level. I once asked a Red Cross Volunteer what the difference is between a well-stocked pantry and an earthquake kit is. She said confidently, "An earthquake is packaged to go." I've given my father this feedback multiple times, but he refuses to listen. I can only pray for his safety. * come on, you must know that the Mayan calendar predicted that the world would end in 2012?
Also, I want his job. Continue Reading
I would totally do my facial hair like John Goodman in The Big Lebowski. Continue Reading
I’ve dared to day dream of an office lately.
After 2 1/2 years plus of working out of my living room and running Artsy Geek via Skype and coffee shop meetings, I felt life was passing me by.
It wasn’t that I didn’t get out…I did. But not as much as I wanted to.
It’s funny the strange packages answers to dreams come in. I met with a potential client last week. We instantly hit it off and she was telling me about how she needed to get an office space immediately. I asked her what she was looking for in the office space. When her words echoed my needs exactly, I ventured to mention my interest.
Not two days later she had found us an affordable office space with room to entertain clients and interns housed in one of the coolest art gallery / warehouse spaces I had ever visited on my Oakland Art Murmur wanderings.
Yesterday we sealed the deal. Warehouse 416 is the new home to both Artsy Geek and Sarahbek Images.
The whole walk back to my home office, my head sang, “Let’s put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old office…”
“You were so unconcerned with your family!!”
I’m sorry, Mom. I promise this Christmas there will be some Mom and Dad action. Or “parental unit” action as 12-year-old me might say.
Look at what a cutie he is!
Lately, he’s been looking to me like a crawfish:
You can see the resemblance right?
I suppose that means I want to eat him. I mean, he is pretty cute.
The boyfriend mentioned last night that to him Gus looks a lot like Louis CK.
Now, there is no way that Gus looks more like a man than a crayfish. Sure he’s got the right coloring, but where are the whiskers?? They are both fairly crotchety old men, though. I have to concede a resemblance there.
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Before we moved in together, my amazing boyfriend would make me mixtapes every so often. He has the amazing ability to pick songs that I don’t know yet and grow to love.
I listened to one of his tapes over the weekend and remembered this amazing song by Misisipi Rider. I was disgruntled to discover via Youtube that they toured San Francisco earlier this year!
Note to self: Never miss another show by Misisipi Rider. At least I can be there vicariously via youtube.
Here they are, performing at Cafe Du Nord. I’m so thankful for the sheer talent of my fellow humans. 😀
In love with that song as much as I am? The studio version is even better. Download the mp3 and support independent musicians! (Seriously, of that 99 cents, how much do you think Misisipi Rider gets??)
I have a bit of a collection.
Apropos of nothing, I spotted a couple of pairs of men’s mannequin legs in some strange places recently.
Perched outside of my old stomping grounds, Cloyne Court Hotel & Casino:
And adorning some majorly cool person’s desk at the offices of the East Bay Express:
I’m thinking it might be time to add some men’s legs — complete with junk — to my collection as well. Continue Reading
