5.28.2012

I don't wanna brag, but...


"If you have to travel alone, do it in style."


In SD for a conference. I was an invited speaker! I feel so accomplished (and scared...). Finishing-up my slides in the next 20 minutes, and then going to eat and imbibe on the boardwalk! Yessss....


Also, go listen to this. (YES!)

S


5.27.2012

I honestly have no words...?





I don't even know how to follow-up everything that I wrote last because honestly this weekend has been the strangest ever. I know, I am being cryptic. Sorry.

One day I will have to delete/explain this entry, but there was a good amount of booze involved, coffee, red bull, broken glass, foreign memory-foam pillows. All in all amazing times, really awkward times, and some annoyingly unsettled things. I hope that next Sunday I can look back at today and this whole weekend, actually, and laugh, say that some crazy shit went down, and smile because it's aaaall good.



S


5.22.2012

I can't manage all my dates


Too busy to blog! Going out on dates and looking at at freaking new places (actually, mostly trolling craigslist and making appointments to see places). Looking at new places because... ugh, I can't even get myself to type this out here!!! (Blaaaaagh!) All you have to know is that I am looking for a studio now. I can't live with crazy people housemates anymore. I miss my old housemates, they were so amazing :'(

Anyway...

This past weekend was Bay to Breakers and we all dressed-up as different things (Flash, "words with friends tile," and "baby going to a rave"). Only one of us actually ran the race (the Flash, below), and the rest of us just... drank. The boys started drinking much earlier than I did (8:30a vs noon), so they had a 3.5hr lead on me:



They say they don't really remember any of this....


I don't know how, but we made it to Golden Gate Park, and decided to lay on the lawn and eat some of Basel's trail mix and dried fruit that he packed. We made so much fun of him for packing snacks... but it was honestly genius.


This was my costume. Basel called it "baby going to a rave." (And "baby" as in the infant type... le sigh)


At some point in the day we had pizza, then we drank some more, and later had Thai, and also went to the bars. Not necessarily in that order (actually, can't really recall the order). 

BUT, at the bars I met this Irish guy (naturally with this really great Irish accent), who plays Gaelic Football, who was nice and funny and all those good things. Anyway, there must have been something he liked about my "baby going to a rave" look because he asked for my number, and wait for it... he ACTUALLY called. AND he called the next day. BAM. None of that bullshit of waiting multiple days to call, playing games, pretending to be uninterested. Nope. He called, asked how my day was, and asked if I wanted to go to the Golden Gate Bridge's 75th Anniversary Celebration. Um, I'm sorry, what? You actually want to go through with going on a date, and you want it to be within a week of asking for my number, and you already thought of something cool? Um YES. Thank you for making my Monday! Catch: it's from noon to 9:30pm. So... I basically said yes to going on a 9.5hr first date. Shit.

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I also just came back from an "outing-thing-that-resembled-a-date-but-maybe-wasn't. Sort-of. Actually-I-don't-know" with another dude. Humph. I can't stand the uncertainty. And he's a Leo (eggh), and on occasion makes my blood boil. But saw him again anyway.

Who understands women. AmIRight...??


S


ps: ALSO facilitated text correspondence between one of my guy friends and two other girls he is going on dates with. It's yielding positive results. I kind of feel like a baller this week, you know? 




5.16.2012

Videoblog for Sunday! (5.13.2012)

A little backed-up here, but the videoblog magic continues...

There were two parts to the day! The first was shopping in Haight and Ashbury:






The second was How Weird, SF (street festival):


 Enjoy!!
S

5.13.2012

Feliz día de las mamis!

My mom: master story-teller and spirited gesticulator.

I recently received this message from my mom. It illustrates one of the reasons why she is so awesome and why I love her so much. Feliz día de las mamis, mami!


Anecdota, no es chiste fue de verdad verdad. 
Imaginate que ayer en la tarde, ya en casa, me coloque una peineta, para que el cabello no se me viniera a la cara. Despues la olvide y me dormi con ella puesta. Esta mañana como a las 5:00 a.m. me desperte con algo pegado a mi mejilla derecha y entre suenos me dije a mi misma "Oh se me cayeron los dientes" y segui ahi...medio dormida. De repente me despierto totalmente y tomo conciencia y me digo:  "Los dientes", "se me cayeron  los dientes", "que, que?". 
Que susto me lleve la mano a la boca, los dientes estaban en su sitio y la peineta dormia sobre la almohada.  
Jeje. mami


Translation:


Anecdote, this is not a joke, it is the truth.
Yesterday evening once I was home, I fixed my hair with a hair-comb so that it would not fall into my face. Later I forgot about it, and I fell asleep with it on. This morning, at around 5:00 a.m. I woke up with something glued to my right cheek and amidst dreams I told myself: "Oh my teeth fell off" and I continued there... half asleep. Suddenly, I wake-up fully and regain consciousness and say to myself: "My teeth, my teeth fell off, WHAT?"
How scary. I took my hand to my mouth, and my teeth were in their place, while the hair-comb slept on the pillow.
Heh Heh.
Mom


TQM mami!
S












5.12.2012

Jean Paul Gaultier at the de Young

Jean Paul Gaultier at the de Young... I like saying that out-loud. It just rolls off the tongue, unlike the pieces featured at the exhibit. Gaultier's work doesn't "roll-off" anything, or flow, or gently meander, or anything of the sort, rather, it takes ginormous leaps, and crashes, and breaks into a million pieces, and reassembles itself. At times its loud. At times bright and sour. At times it seems to happen in slow motion. At times it even travels back in time...

What the hell am I talking about? Well, I went to the exhibit and upon seeing the first works I thought: ok, this is weird guy who makes "couture" pieces that could have originated from some snobby art-school type making "art." Gaultier is hailed as being an Avant-Garde artist, a resurector of Haute Couture, an inspired and rebellious man. And, it turns out that indeed, he is an incredible and fascinating artist, and that I need to shut-the-hell-up when I have no evidence for what I am talking about.

I have good things to say now, and evidence to base them on, so continue reading...

Oliver and I entered the first exhibition room and saw these maniquins with animated reflections on the face (so they were looking around the room and speaking... it was creepy/cool). They were wearing pieces from his Virgins Collection. I love how fluid all the fabrics are, the unconventionality of the designs-- channeling the gentleness of the Virgin, yet incorporating an element of fetishism and vulnerability (e.g the top-less one in the back left, the bleeding hart flowing into the draping of the dress of the one in the back right).




Gaultier not only understands, but creates femininity and decadence.



This is a piece from from his Russia-inspired Collection. I love the color, and the romanticism channeled in this particular piece. All the colored stripes and flowers are hand-made and decorated with sequins. Incredibly labor intensive and exquisitely crated.



OK, this hat, ridiculous right? But look at it! The choice of color-- POP! By the way, it's all beaded. BEADED. This is dedication. Would I wear it? No, but that isn't the point. The point is that it's commendable to continually see work that is so different, so carefully crafted, so well thought-out, and so passionate.



Well, not only is this beautiful, just beautiful! The kicker is: the animal here is not real... it's bead work! BEAD WORK. It's so precise.



I can't quite remember, but it's pretty clear that this fits into some Spain-themed collection. Look at the embroidery. I like that the pants are ivory-colored, framed by the black embroidery that holds back a muted red. I like that the patterns are of  flowers. I also like how 'clean' the whole piece is-- this is what makes it so elegant! I see this and I think: Gaultier gets it. He didn't just imitate or duplicate something that existed; he also didn't create a sloppily-inspired version of the original. Rather, he took to internalizing the subject matter with great care. I feel that this must be so because contrast of the black and ivory make this a bold piece  (note, not white, white would have cheapened it). However, the careful and precise embroidery give this an air of delicate elegance. That is what toreadors are about: boldness and elegance. Pulling those two qualities together is an art, and seeing this channeled here is absolutely inspiring.



I love the gypsy quality of these. Also note that they are intricate, and clearly well thought out. Despite the madness that is going on, and the fact that I would never wear these (again, that is not the point), I can see where this came from, and it's evident that a lot of time was spent in the thought and development of these. This reminds me of the good ol' days when I used to teach in grad school, and I only needed to look at a student's assignment briefly to say if the student had completed the assignment thoughtfully. It's the same thing here, and I saw it everywhere-- Gaultier is thought-full.


Other pieces showcased. I like that this was set-up as a runway, and that the maniquins circled about as though it was. 



The belle of the ball... 
Gaultier also channels a lot of eroticism. This was my favorite display from that collection.



Gaultier-- truly great. So happy I went!

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Then we spent some time in the park, this is what I'll show for it:



xoxo,
S

5.11.2012

Havana?

Every time I see this building I think of Havana, Cuba. Not that I have ever been. This is more a reminder that I want to go...

S

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