Archive for ‘Lists’

Wishful Thinking

May 13th, 2009

Living in Hawaii for a month. I’m not greedy.
Driving the Pacific Coast Hwy, Destination Mendocino.
True Love, or some Lady Chatterley sex.
Everything on my Barnes & Noble Wish List.
A clawfoot tub in a bathroom that’s bigger than my current breadbox.
Guilt-free homemade cherry pie with Breyer”s Vanilla on top.
Versailles, in autumn, in the rain.
Run a mile without stopping. And enjoy it. 
A safe suntan.

Ask Not?

May 11th, 2009

I don’t know what this directive on the theater marquee across the street from my office refers to, but it made me start doodling mentally and filling in the blanks. 
ASK NOT:
* for more than you need.
* for something that rightfully belongs to someone else.
* for extra dessert because you’ll hate yourself for it in the morning.
* for advice unless you’re going to take it.
* for an Incomplete unless you have mono or swine flu because you’ll hate yourself for it next semester.
* for something or someone bad for you unless you’re willing to take the consequences.
* for an easy life because you’ll be a fragile hothouse flower instead of a hardy perennial.
* for just one more procedure because you’ll end up looking like Joan Rivers. Even Demi Moore might end up looking like Joan Rivers.
* for closure because doors don’t always get shut as we move from one room of our life to another.

Tina Tarnoff of Thought Patterns (love her papercuts!) tagged me, and I feel like one of the popular girls at school…even though I’m still not completely sure what being tagged means in blogworld. But the task is to make a list (one of my favorite forms of writing) of 6 (un)important things I love:
1. when dogs smile because I wonder what they’re thinking (“…can’t wait to roll in that dead bird I found behind the house. I’ll pretend to be asleep in the sun til she turns her back and then I’ll make a dash for it before she catches me.”)
2. online coupons from Barnes & Noble…so many more during this recession!
3. Turning the sprinkler on my plants and watching the birds that come to take a shower and dart in and out of the spray. 
4. a plethora of pillows on my bed
5. the perfect shape and subtle scent of Crabtree & Evelyn avocado soap– I stockpile it in case they discontinue it.
6. getting home just before a thunderstorm breaks and feeling safe and snug in the midst of the sturm und drang.  

Secrets

April 10th, 2009

* Traveling unravels me. I never get any better at it. I hate being a nomad and living out of a suitcase, and it irritates me to be so boring. I have to go to Burning Man just to beat the banal out of my personality.
* I know I’m lucky to have a job even though we’ve all had to take paycuts, but I can’t help missing cashmere.
* I know pay cuts are necessary, but I get tired of being stoic about it. Sometimes I want to be a bitch about it instead.
* George Clooney leaves me cold. I’m kind of embarrassed by that.
* I thought the Sex and the City movie was stunningly boring. All those years of angst and soul searching and the best answer they could come up with was “happy ever after”?
* I’m sick of the Obamas’ dog. They should name it Anticlimax.
* I’m worried I’ll never have another idea as good as the magazine I started and sold.
* I’m always drawn to a Mickey Rourke, never a Mister Nice.
* Sometimes when I’m in therapy I think about what each minute is costing me.
* I hate hearing other people’s dreams and yet deep down I always think mine are oh so interesting.
* I’ve noticed that I’ve started leaving the periods off the end of sentences when I send emails. I think it’s because I feel so exhausted by technology and work lately. It’s my digital version of saying “whatever.”
* Postmenopausal zest is a huge scam. All the women I know who are over 50 are exhausted…but no one wants to admit it. Because we’re supposed to be perky until we die.
* Sometimes I cry in yoga. Sometimes it’s because I think I won’t get out of the class alive. Warrior One busts my ass every time no matter how many times I’ve done it.
* I love the Real Housewives of NY, CA and Atlanta, and I don’t care what that says about me. However, I may have reached my threshold with NJ.



Thinking About…

October 2nd, 2008

* how I sometimes long for a partner to lean my back against like a big tree when I need a rest — then I feel completely irritated with myself for being so needy when so many people are in need! Like complaining about broccoli when children are starving in China. 
* how I love the festive feeling of Fridays (Frida’s Day?) even when I don’t have anything to do but read People Magazine and drink wine
* how acutely I miss my old friends far away
* how long my frequent flyer miles will be valid–won’t they be the next thing the airlines take away from us?
* how much I’m looking forward to Cincinnati chili and intense winter sunsets…they almost make the cold weather endurable.
* how I wish I were the type of good-hearted person who saves feral cats but there’s no use kidding myself–I’m just not. 
* how my abalone shell reminds me of watching the sun go down from a bar overlooking the Pacific near Mendocino–it’s an instant calming reminder of how the ocean turned pearlescent and shimmery in the twilight, with dozens of shades of color shivering and coalescing across the surface of the water.
* how the birds outside the open windows were singing their hearts out during Shavasana in yesterday’s yoga class.
* how stupid I was for skipping yoga today because I was so stressed out over work I was afraid I’d cry–I missed a chance to let those birds teach me a new song.

Paying Attention

August 18th, 2008


I wrote a piece today about being aware enough of the person you’re talking to that you notice the color of their eyes, and then I realized that I often don’t take my own advice. So I wrote in the palm of my hand a reminder to pay attention. I’m noticing so far… 
* a scattering of rose petals in the dirt, so wabi sabi.
* how quietly my house seems to wait for me to come home after it’s been cleaned.
* the sound of cars passing by when I don’t have the tv on…like the tide coming and going.
* the smell of basil on my hands from pulling leaves off the plant in the yard. I wish my skin smelled like geranium leaves when I’m happy, gardenias when I’m aroused, ginger when I’m relaxed, peppermint when I’m working.
* the broody feeling of a storm building…it makes me want to have laundry on a clothesline so I could race to gather it in before it rains, having the wind fill the sheets so that you have to haul them in like sails on a boat.
* dogs barking from yard to yard across the neighborhood…passing along news and gossip I’ll never know. 

Help!

May 22nd, 2008
I just bought a book called Only 127 Things You Need: A Guide to Life’s Essentials. I was very hopeful that it would provide an organizational structure for my chaotic fucked up daily life (as demonstrated in this excerpt from my so-called planner). Instead it includes things like a firm mattress, a good black dress and preventive medicine. That’s IT? Really…that’s it? The Magic 8 Ball would have worked just as well. So I’m starting a list of NONessentials that make me happy even when my life is falling apart. Feel free to chime in with contributions:

1. Rosa Faia Active bra

2. free wifi

3. Chlorox wipes

4. remote control ceiling fans

5. Rotring pens

6. Baggu bags

7. Renova

8. Cellex C High Potency Serum

9. GUM floss sticks

10. Woolford tights

11. Moleskine notebooks–duh

12. Gel pens

13. iPhone

14. PicPads

15. Nordic Naturals fish oil

16. making Gocco prints

17. screening calls

18. Design for Mankind ezines

19. Julie Hewett lip balm

20. New MOO cards

21. Bigfoot–I know you’re out there.

22. watching banana tree leaves unfurl

23. gardenias

24. “Ithaka” by Cavafy

25. naan bread

Italian State of Mind

April 23rd, 2008
I took this photo in Italy about a year and half ago. It was almost dusk. The view, which you can’t see, was of a deep aqua pool in the foreground and stretched out beyond, stone houses nestled in terraced fields all the way to the horizon. When you’re in a moment like that, it goes by so fast that you almost can’t appreciate it. You think, here I am in Italy in this Edenic landscape, with a glass of wine and the sun setting and throwing theatrical shadows across the grass, and then poof it’s over. I may never get another trip to Italy but when I look at this photo, I imagine what I would do if I could have that late afternoon in Tuscany back again, if I could sit in that chair once more:

* Listen to “I’m Getting Sentimental Over You,” the record that kept playing in The Garden of the Finzi-Continis, a movie that never fails to break my heart.

* drink chilled Prosecco with rasperries in it

* have big Jackie O sunglasses perched on my head

* wear rumpled white pants, a white tshirt and Jo Malone’s lime/basil perfume

* write something completely profound on my wrist and wake up the next morning and wonder what the hell I meant.

Summer School

April 17th, 2008



My Curriculum this Summer

1. Yoga yoga yoga

2. Grow a tomato. Drizzle it with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

Eat it slowly.

3. Make mix cds for friends.

4. Gin & tonic Sunday afternoons

5. Learn to embroider so I can

embellish a dress with a Frida quote.

6. Find my passion…where did it go?

7. Less irony, more enthusiasm

8. Start a new red journal.

9. Buy a video camera. Make tiny movies.

10. Graduate with honors.

I Heart…

April 6th, 2008
Silly hometown dramas, like who is mad at soandso and what soandso said about youknowwho. Riding my bike at what I think is daring breakneck speed down a back street. Playing 18th century dress-up with the package of beauty marks I ordered from Bell’occhio…the placement of the one at the corner of my eye is called “La Galante” and means, “risque/determined.” Working on two laptops at once…ooooo I’m so cool. Bringing home two bags of books from Barnes and Noble and stacking them up on a chair spines out and just savoring the pleasure they are going to give me and delaying it as long as I can–tantric book yoga. Learning something new on Photoshop. Talking to the orchid I bought at Whole Foods on the way home in the car…although that might be weird.