Tuesday, December 30, 2008

countdown

books/essays that most influenced my life in 2008

siddhartha
the year of magical thinking
the myth of sisyphus
the paris review interviews
the long loneliness
self-reliance
the wild iris

sects and the city

well, i watched the series premiere of 'the city'. i liked it. an interesting article about olivia palermo (whitney's co-worker/socialite who is a big time name dropper and is declawed but still venemous):

http://nymag.com/news/people/31555/

my favorite quote: "i may be a young girl...but behind every young girl is a powerful father." awesome!!!

Monday, December 29, 2008

i won

yesterday i went to dallas to drop off my sister and to celebrate kristine's birthday.

while i was there, i went to saks to retrieve a pair of discounted loeffler randall pumps that had been haunting me. while being rung up, i started a conversation:

rk: "it is so sad when beautiful things go on sale. i know i'm taking advantage of it now, but it's still sad."
sa: "you should have been here last month! prada, miu miu, everything was on sale!!"
rk:"did you just hear what i said?"
sa: "yeah, but you still would have liked it."

that guy needs to get out of retail.

the shoes in question:

i also came away with marimekko kitchen towels and a french rolling pin, in case you were wondering.

to the highest bidder

"context, context, context" is the new "location, location, location". voila!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

in old verona, where our story begins

i feel leary of guys who wear white-washed t shirts, the hanes beefy tee that you buy pre-washed with a cast of white over a real color (usually hunter green, burgundy or navy blue). really thick, rigid cotton with a boxy shape. i suppose it is supposed to imply this down to earth, rugged, non-vain appearance. but the truth is, people who are attracted to those sorts of t shirts are none of those things. and let's face it, the only places that these sorts of shirts are sold are the ritz carlton at half moon bay or a ski resort in vail. of course, they don't buy these tees with this consciousness, but that's why it's so telling. the most intriguing thing about these t shirts is that no matter how thin a guy is, you seem to always be able to see the outline of his belly button.

example (notice it's extra faded around the collar and sleeves):


it's the same with guys who are attracted to jeans with pre-made holes. but usually, these guys are on the other end of the spectrum - guys who are so vain and so self-absorbed that they have to have the holey jeans in hopes to soften the truth of just how much time they really took getting dressed. it's sort of like the george michael effect - perfectly coiffed hair, supima cotton wife beater, italian sports jacket, designer sunglasses, lots of bling, neck scarf, holey jeans. "i am pretty, but i'm tough, just look at how many holes i have in my designer jeans. just try and steal my fendi wallet and see what i do to you."

he definitely owns at least 3 pairs of holey jeans:


it's a bit pretentious, really, thinking they can fool girls.

i'm not into it.

Monday, December 15, 2008

day 4

i am sick. i've never been sick before - with a severe cold, the flu, not even a sinus infection. and now i'm on day 4 of some crazy stomach thing, unable to go more than 100 feet from the bathroom, armed with broth, tucks and popsicles. i don't have much energy because i haven't eaten/properly digested anything in some time, but other than that, i don't have any other symptoms. no fever or cramps or body aches. just the runs every 15 minutes. gross. and sad.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

clockwork orange juice

i really love orange foods. right now, i am obsessed with carrots. sometimes i eat them twice a day. raw carrots, carrot smoothies, carrot soup, carrot juice, carrot cake. right this second i am enjoying pureed carrots with apple, raisin and walnuts. for the last month, my obsession was with sweet potato and in october, pumpkin.

here is one carrot i am not crazy for:

Sunday, December 07, 2008

so i went out last night. . .

full metal jacket is the worst thing that happened to asian women since binding feet.