Envy

Lately, I wish I could be wearing outfits that incite envy. I saw a woman on the train yesterday that made me want to run home and change - or, more accurately, run to the mall and buy some decent clothes!

I spent a certain amount of time shopping this weekend - cinching the 'girl's weekend' trifecta (eating&drinking, pajama-ing, and shopping).

note: in the past I would have rebuffed and been horrified of the phrase "girl's weekend" but as I found myself with the house, the cats (blech), and my whole agenda to myself this past weekend - all I wanted to do was catch up with the girls and 'act as if' I was still free and single. (the end of the weekend came quickly and I more than happily welcomed back MB and my regular "team-coHab" life).

Part of the shopping extravaganza included time at levi's, Gap, H&M (had to see&try on the Madonna Collection) and The Mall - and, bless her in all of her anime, asiana, & gaming-loving goodness, one of the girls dragged us into EB Games! (that's a video game store - fyi... and she spent a good pair of shoes worth on video games!)

anyway - back to the commute-of-envy this woman looked phenom. in a pair of slim, slightly bootcut strechy black pants cuffed to show off her slightly slouchy tall boots and due to the rain was wearing a wonderful Michael Kors raincoat. Nothing mind-blowing, but she just looked slick, well put together and very cool.

So payday looms along side my envy and I've been sneaking in online shopping between work-tasks with the hopes that come spring, I'll be able to shed my bad-outfit cocoon and emerge a beautiful slick well put-together butterfly!

brilliance

matteo in an IM today said the following:


realism is the new fake

love it!

time flies...

and yet in some places they're still fighting for progress!

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2007/03/13/entertainment/e144850D80.DTL&type=entertainment


Since when is a biological word for women's genitalia truly not appropriate. It's not like they were saying pussy or cunt... and if the producers of the event had a problem with the piece selected to read, why wouldn't they insist on a different piece of literature being read? Rather than censor these young girls and give them the sense that there is something inappropriate about vaginas.

eek

because Sunny Says so....

(as I learned tonight from Chinaka Hodge) it's as good a reason as anything to do whatever you want to do!

Tonight was night 3 of the Noise pop Festival - this year I'm a badge holder for the first time - ack! such fun - so many shows - so little time! The pressure to choose the right shows or right combo of shows at different venues is incredible tough!

Quick RECAP!!!!

TUESDAY: The opening night and the free drinks at Mezzanine was a whirlwind of getting and losing great people watching spots - hanging with the Ice Cream Man girls, meeting and ushering David Cross around, running into so many random people that I would have never expected - and the free drinks - !! and the dizzying finale of seeing Tapes and Tapes and foggy memories of a half naked crazy marching band... it's one of those nights that you wish all nights could be like, but frankly you don't have the energy for.!!!

WEDNESDAY: after suffering through 8 tough hours of work - "dehydrated" (my new term for hungover)... then racing home to change into hopefully something a little cooler than what is passable for time en office. Eating some mac and cheese and wondering how much I'd regret it if I took the night off to recover... looking over the schedule for the night - decided that I'd pretty much regret it a TON and never get to live it down with Matteo, so I cleaned up, and headed out...

Du Nord by 9:15 - missed Built for the Sea (huge bummer) - got to see a bit of the slightly fratty singer songwriter Ryan Auffenberg before rushing upstairs to the Swedish American to see Josh Ritter who was such an upside surprise - so cute and folky in his fro and rumpled suit! Not my kind of music at all - but SOOO talented and beaming with goodness and folk-y lightness glowing from within....

then back to DuNord to see the mazzy-star esque Watson Twins do their countryish rock with such style and sweetness. And that was followed by Willie Mason - 22 but such an old soul... tortured in that good bad boy lost soul achey kinda way, with a deep voice and his troubledness oozing out through his deep and sultry voice. If you ever want to hear an amazing, near tear jerker song - find his song oxygen.

THURSDAY: This is the point where the choices are simply maddening - but I knew I had to be back at Mezzanine for the 7pm start of McSweeney's readings/Wholphin screenings - so I could see Evany do that magic that she does so well - and tonight, with the Lazer Pointer!!! It was super fun to see such a random selection of readers - from poetry slam girl, to Evany, to the story guy, to the personal memoirs with handrawn flip chart illustrations by Salvador Plascencia. so.much.fun - but more fun was to be had.... apparently it was in the cards to get reconnected again with Ms. Maxsui and Hafsa because that is who I ran into at the very random show at bottom of the hill with the KeeRAzyiest punk rock band erase errata - ouch with the bad sound at B.O.T.H. - and the fun catching up while waiting for the pop-love-superstars Matt and Kim eek my favorite almost - yes - definitely so far.... plus my friends are happy and in love too - so it was the 'too lound punk rock pop love fest show.... of Noise Pop 2K7...


eek! what could the rest of the weekend hold!?!?!?!?!?!?

The people watching at the shows so far has been EXCELLENT - I wish I could get started with all of the fashion I've been seeing - but it's just too much!!!! So inspiring - makes me want to take the day of and shop... you know what? That's exactly what I'm going to do....