Thursday, December 29, 2005


The older you get, the fewer number of Christmas presents to tear open. I accept this. I'm fine with it. But it always helps when the few presents you do get are quality.

Here's what I found behind Door #1:

Yep, my very own plant to kill! D claims he Row-proofed it with cactus that would only require pretty much accidental watering. I believe Sis is starting a pool for the date of it's demise. I plan to show my deep appreciation for such a thoughtful gift and prove everyone wrong. But let me know if you want in on the pool!

My nephew, RJ, had a banner year. Being (nearly) 3, he still gets plenty of gifts to open and quickly discard. But yowza! Santa gave him a Cadillac Escalade!! (Note to Santa: I need to take a closer look at that Naughty/Nice list you've got there..) Unfortunately, it rained here on Christmas Day, so his RJ-sized Escalade had its first miles logged indoors in the living and dining room. There were no fatal accidents to report although Willow(the family dog) and I had to make some quick dodges. For the most part, picture Austin Powers and the 87-point turn and you've pretty much got a good picture of what went on.

Someone asked about Sake outfits. Never fear, little Sasa also had a bonanza of a Christmas with lots of new toys, rawhide lollipops, and 2 new outfits. Here she is in her sharp new trenchcoat and in action with her Greenie. She loves her some Greenies!

But yikes! I've just been reading of the dangers of Greenies. I am horrified! Sake loves them! I bought a huge value box just last week! Value Box of Death!.. I was so happy to see her take a nice healthy growler this morning. No intestinal blockage there!

No no no. Don't give me those cute little looks! No more Greenies for you or Willow.

I hope your Christmas and Chanuakkah's and Kwanzaa's *deep breath* and Boxing Days and Festivus were great! Best wishes for the New Year!!!

Thursday, December 22, 2005


I've always loved Christmas Time. Not quite sure why, perhaps it harks back to the Charlie's Angels Hair Care set I got in 6th grade (It had a working battery operated blow dryer!).

Afterall, my family is not Christian. We didn't go to Christmas Mass, my mother didn't spend hours baking in the kitchen, I grew up in San Francisco so there were no white Christmases, I'm not even really sure if I believed in Santa Claus... I think in retrospect, I think I had that figured out sometime around First Grade.

So why then? Do I just love the presents? Do I enjoy the excuse of drunken revelry?

I love thinking about the potential of World Peace. I love the idea of the Christmas miracle. I love settling down and hearing the sounds of Vince Guaraldi as A Charlie Brown Christmas begins. I enjoy seeing the smile on a friend or family members face when they open up the perfect gift. I genuinely love Christmas Songs. I love saying the words Happy Christmas to a stranger.. and meaning it. I love the stimulation of lights, colors, and music (Hard Nut anyone?) I love slowing down to enjoy time together with those closest to me.
But what exactly is the mystical blend that forms the perfect Christmas? Surely it's not just the presence of all the things I listed above. Some years the gifts bring bigger smiles than others. Some years our country is not at war. Some years I hear from more friends than others. Some years close family friends are not terminally ill. Some years I have more love and goodwill to share. Some years are more perfect than others.

But each year the possibility remains. Each year the potential is there. Each year, it could be the Best Christmas Ever.

Here's to wishing you and your family The Best Christmas Ever. I love you and miss you all.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut

You all should know, I don't do things quite the traditional way. I'm no rulebreaker... but I like to tweak them a bit sometimes. (I know I know.. it was all those Beat Writers I read in High School.)
Despite all the stress and brouhaha, Christmas really is my favorite time of year. And since I was pretty much finished with all my shopping last week, I now can join sit back and enjoy the sights and sounds of the season.

And part of the sight and sound of Christmas will always be The Nutcracker. This year however, I was reminded of the other Nutcracker; so tonight I get to tweak with tradition and see a different interpretation of the iconic ballet. And no, Beetle, it doesn't count as Performance Art, I think I'll be safe.

Row: "Hey... do you get CAL discounts to Zellerbach Hall?"
D: "No. ... What's going on at Zellerbach...?"
Row: "Hehehe.. okay...don't laugh... ....
The Hard Nut."
D: "The Hard NUT? ... ?"
Row: "HA! It's Mark Morris' modern take on The Nutcracker. It has nothing to do with Bareback Mountain! "
D: "And... you want me to be your date?"
Row: "Uh.. hello. Yeah!"

From "Created in 1991, televised for Dance in America a year later, it premiered in Berkeley, California in 1996 and has returned every year since, the only venue other than New York City for this very large production. This work has all the best qualities of the classic Nutcracker (Tchaikovsky’s music and E.T.A. Hoffman’s plot) with none of the cloying sweetness that generations of balletomanes have grown up with and, in some cases, grown sick of. Transported in time to the swinging era of the ‘60s and played for laughs, The Hard Nut is at once a sendup of conventional Russian ballet and an homage. So, if you like your holiday cheer with a dash of wry, you’ll love this.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

My Splurge

Ladies and Gents.. The Philippe Starck Ghost Chair.
The worlds first single mold polycarbonate injection molded armchair in a classic Louis XVI form. It is scratchproof, shockproof and resistant to atmospheric agents.

The icing on the cake? I got it on sale.. AND I got free shipping. No, really, seriously. HOW DO I DO IT????

Click here for larger version

Oh.. and by the way E... there's going to be a chair showing up at the house soon...

Friday, December 09, 2005

It's the Happ- Happiest Season of All!

It's that time of year again, when panic sets in. I scurry and I scheme. I make phone calls and frantically check the internet. I have to cajole people into being my date. It has snuck up on me and I feel so unprepared! Yes, the Fall/Holiday Movie season is upon us.

It's such a pain that most movies even semi-worth seeing are all jam-packed into a 8 week time frame. But you all know I'm an Oscar Geek so I need to catch them all before March 5th. And actually, after all the Summer Blockbuster Wannabes, I look forward to just some plain ol' fashioned acting and directing.

Oh and some plain ol' fashioned Gay Cowboy Love.

brokeback mountain

Ok, it has special effects, but I can't wait to see Aslan kick some Narnia Ass.

I gotta back my Chinese sistahs! Fine they're playing Japanese Geishas, but did people complain when an Egyptian played Dr. Zhivago???!

Matty Matty is BACK! Are you kidding me? I'll watch Clooney and Damon bake bread!

SJP is BACK!! And her wardrobe will be as fierce as ever.

Craig T. Nelson , Sarah Jessica Parker , Ty Giordano , Savannah Stehlin , Elizabeth Reaser , Dermot Mulroney , Rachel McAdams , Diane Keaton and Brian White in 20th Century Fox's The Family Stone

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

The Have-Nots

Zoinks! Is it Tuesday already? December already?
.. It think it would be easier to tell you what I haven't been doing these past few days rather than what I have.

I have not been moving into my new home.
I have not been reporting to Jury Duty on the right day.
I have not been partaking in huge Bacchanal Orgies a la Eyes Wide Shut.
I have not been watching my food intake.
I have not been watching my alcohol intake.
I have not been sleeping in (F*CK!).
I have not been drinking enough coffee.

I have not been cleaning my room.
I have not been buying myself new shoes(Double F*CK!).
I have not been enjoying my Home Depot excursions.

But I have been to 3 Holiday Parties in just about 3 days. Here's me and my overwhelmingly handsome date.

As you can see, he too enjoys a good beverage....
Me and One Handsome Guy

Uh-oh!!! He's gettin' a little crazy!! "I loooove you guys!!!"
Carnelian Room Dinner

Ready to be taken home....
Me and RJ

More pics via the Flickr link on the right!

Thursday, December 01, 2005


9am is too early for Christmas Carolers. I get really stressed out. ... .. Thank goodness for Jack Johnson.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005


Its usually not the best idea to talk to me before 10am in the morning, especially if you don't see a cup of coffee in my hand. Now, of course, there are exceptions, like 10K mornings, but for the most part you best stay the fuck away from me. You see, I love sleep. Hence, I hate getting up. The moment of me easing my way out of bed is typically the worst 2 minutes of day. (ESPECIALLY when it's cold. brrrrrr!) I just have never been a morning person.
The thing is, I understand how great it feels to get up early and accomplish more before 11am than I usually accomplish all day. I understand that great feeling of being up before most of the City and travelling the freeways and streets free of traffic. I was almost lulled into the Morning Person way of thinking with all the runs I've been doing. But Thanksgiving Holiday brought it all back. Sweet Sweet sleep! How lovely it was to sleep in till 11am with nothing I HAD to do. Nothing pertinent to get up for. No alarm buzzing in my ear. No bags under my eyes.. Just the bliss of slumber...... Zzzzzzzzzz.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

More Midnight Movies

Chris Columbus should be forbidden to direct anymore movies. Seriously. Unless it involves Barney or Lindsay Lohan, the Directors Guild should revoke his membership. His Harry Potters are the weakest of the lot thus far.. and now he has managed to take a movie that celebrates life and love and suck all the life out of it. He shows no vision and takes so many parts of this movie far too literally. Oftentimes the movies can't seem to decide if it wants to be steeped in grim, gritty reality or a freewheeling musical.

Last night was another midnight screening of a movie that I've been anticipating for over a year. I've seen Rent live over 8 times. I love showtunes, what can I say? Once I flew to New York just to catch Joey Fatone's performance of it at the Nederlander theater(NSync and Rent, 2 of my favorite things rolled into one). The fact that most of the original cast was part of the movie seemed to say positive things about the outcome. But when you add an absurd scene that even a theater full of diehard RentHeads will laugh out loud at... you have done something wrong. "Dude! He just seriously fucked up one of my favorite songs!"

And I am getting good. I called the Bareback- I mean Brokeback Mountain and Memoirs of a Geisha trailers. But damnit I missed the obvious! The Producers!!!

And how does my launchcast just know I'm still in showtune mode??? Little Shop of Horrors? Rent? Oklahoma? It's downright spooky. In any case, yes. I am exhausted once again, running on 4 hours of sleep. (No more midnight showings. Can someone please do an intervention!) Happy Day of Thanks my loverlies. Peace and good thoughts to you and all your family. I'm so excited to see some of you this coming week. And to the rest of you spread throughout the country, the world(!), I'm really bummed that I'm not able to see you. I miss you dearly!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Wanted: Houseboy

Now accepting applications for Resident Houseboy. You will be only 1blk from public transportation. House has panoramic view of the San Franciso Skyline. Exclusive use of deck with Heat Lamps for the nippy San Francisco nights, even though you'll still have the best weather in the city. Must meet the following qualifications:

  • Proficient in cocktail making, particularly with Stoli Vanilla.
  • Knows intuitively what TV programs I will want tivo'd.
  • Expert in the kitchen but won't make me fat.
  • Will help me with the NYT crossword puzzle but only when I am at my most desperate.
  • Must be willing to step in when I need a movie partner; especially opening nights, yes.. includes midnight showings so suck it up.
  • Ensures that my wardrobe is in tip-top shape. Buttons on, wrinkles ironed out, shoes shined.
  • Must do windows...

Yes, I know. Just let me live with the fantasy for a bit, OK?? Haha! What am I getting at is what you're thinking. Well this little girl is gettin' grownz up.

Yes, it is done my friends. In about 1 month, I will be moving into my very first home and breaking open my first(but certainly not last) case of Bowl of Noodles. As I finished signing all 2,084 pages of documents, I felt the nausea creep up into my chest. By the time I made it to the bank to request my final Wire Transfer my face was tingling. Once back in the office, I hid in my cubicle and tears streamed down my face. An auspicious beginning to home ownership, huh? It was suggested that I take the rest of the day off and go on a long run. I settled for a training session with Sergio and a Butterfinger. (-doh!) Eventually after moonlight walkies with Sake, my state of mind was much improved.

Actually, the move-in date unexpectedly advanced up on my calendar about 5 weeks This doesn't bode well for my nerves but I'll get through it. I am happy at the prospect of being in my home for the Holidays.I am anxious to move on with my life .. forward motion and all that. After 15 months of being a nomad, I will get to sleep in my very own bed again. Use my George Foreman grill again. Fall asleep to David Letterman again. And most importantly, have access to my full wardrobe again!

I will try to get some pictures out soon. And my new address is on its way to an email near you(Dolores Heights... I'll be on the Dirty Sanchez.) . And read it here first... New Year's Eve! Kegger! Be there!

Friday, November 18, 2005

"Dark and Difficult Times Ahead, Harry.."

I think actually my Friday is going to be Dark and Difficult. Usually working on 4 hours is manageable but today I feel like a cement mixer rolled over me (COFFEEE!!! I. Need. More. Coffee!!). But I always enjoy an Event Movie and Harry Potter and the Hogwarts clan did not disappoint. Mike Newell, the director, is known more for his "people" movies like Four Weddings and a Funeral and Donnie Brasco(No energy for cool links to so BACK OFF! You're lucky you're getting punctuation!) so this installment of the franchise definitely puts focus on the relationships between the three friends. Goblet of Fire is one of, if not The, longest of the HP series so far so I understand a good deal had to be left out. I forgive the story tellers that. Here now, the good and the bad. And don't worry. No spoilers...

The good:

  • The opening scenes of the Quidditch Cup are soooo cool! The sight of the stadium got an "oooh" out of a lot of the audience.
  • The Weasely Twins, George and Fred, are hilarious and lend a bit of humor that doesn't seem so forced.
  • Asian Chick with Scottish Accent. w00t!
  • Overall story telling and cinematography quite good.
  • Alan Rickman and Ralph Fiennes class up everything they're in. (example: GalaxyQuest! and Red Dragon)
  • Some great comic touches overall. A lot of laughs.

The bad:

  • Emma Watson's(Hermione) acting is getting worse and worse. I think she's taking courses at the Barney School of Acting.
  • All the boys need haircuts!!! Somehow someone decided that the shaggy Partridge Family look is all the rage at Hogwarts.
  • One particular scene underwater consists of lifeless bodies that literally look like dolls. Boo.
  • Ron Weasley is turning into a real pussy.
  • It's been a while since I read the book, I wanted the other characters to have more To Do. There's just so much to fit in though... I understand stuff was cut.

But ok, here's the other great part. My brother and I LOVE trailers. And there's been a lot of talk for YEARS about Superman. Well, we got the teaser last night. Movie seems to include the original score from the first Superman Movie which is fantastic.. oh and supposedly footage of Brando as Jal- oh whatever the fuck Superman's Dad's name is. I think that and Kevin Spacey as Lex Luther is hot. The fucked up thing is... they cut a horrible teaser and Superman looks Superlame.

We knew going in Superman Returns would be shown.. but my brother erred and guessed Narnia would also be shown. I called King Kong since the marketing is just now starting to ramp up for it. I was right. This is the third time I've seen the trailer and it looks like a hell of a movie. Peter Jackson is genius and I can already see this is a labor of love for him. It looks pretty kickass, and not just because I love gorillas (second to pandas of course.)

Whew! That was a lot of typing! I think the caffeine is kicking in! Thank goodness 'cuz I've got work, gym, jeans to pick up, a mani/pedi, happy hour, and the Depeche Mode concert to squeeze in today. Is it 5 yet?? CHEERS!

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

City of Angels: aka On the Fly 2005

And so.. back at work. Blech. My Mac at home is screwed up in a major way(hence, no pics. Can anybody help?). Double Blech. Los Angeles is just as I left it. Spent a few days is all I need. But oh what a couple of great days!

  • The Ellen Degeneres Show (featuring Sir Paul). Actually turned into Jennifer Aniston. See E? Strangely, it all turns out well! We got DVD's of Friends House, and a Kenny Chesney CD. ... Does anybody want a Kenny Chesney CD?
  • Justin Timberlake is premiering his William Rast line at Kitson with a private party. We plan to crash. Too tired to crash parties after a day of waiting and taping. So we went to Kitson during regular shopping hours. But we got some D-level sightings nonetheless.
  • Thursday night at Magnolia. YUM!!!!!! Tasty food, reasonable prices, and a Raphael Saddiq sighting. Go for the Mac n Cheese. Stay for the Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Sandwich. Ask for Hannah Wood, yes Elijah's sister.
  • Lunch at the Ivy. Corn Chowder was not bad!
  • Fred Segal - nixed. Had a snack at PinkBerry instead; so refreshing. NOT to be missed. Thanks to Joe for such a great recommendation!! It was spot on!
  • Friday night at Prey - Went to Tokyo instead. Opted to have $20 cover to actually go towards drinks. Fit in 3 cocktails before last call, and some boy bit my arm. I hope he had all his shots.... Thanks again to Joe for getting us in VIP style(ie.. No waiting!).
  • Saturday morning wondering where I left my bra. I KEED! I KEED!! Unless of course I meet Justin and then all bets are off. ... Hit the road on 3 hrs sleep, made it back in 5 hours.... "There's no time to dilly dally!"

Monday, November 07, 2005

Celebrity Bitch Slap

I enjoy playing this game a lot. But really, I usually name the same person. And after seeing VH-1's Train Week of a Celeb Reality show, But Can They Sing?, I am even more thoroughly adamant than ever. I would Bitch Slap Bai Ling.
Die chinesische Schauspielerin Bai Ling ist eines von sieben Mitgliedern der Berlinale-Jury. Hier sehen wir sie bei der Eröffnungsveranstaltung...

I don't even like the idea of allowing her skankitude being on my Blog but I was concerned you all would need a visual to understand my venom. Once. A long time ago. I could say her acting was tolerable But now she is just a tragedy. A shame. I used to think that she gave Asian Women a bad name. But now, I just think she gives herself a bad name. She is a freaking idiot. She's a slut whore. She wears far too much makeup that should be allowed on any one face at any given time. And she's a liar(don't ask me how I know. We're chinese, we have special headquarters for this kind of stuff.) I don't care for certain celebrities, sure. But her. The sight of her just makes my blood boil and my fists clench. And I'm not the only one!

Okay. It's your turn to play... Celebrity Bitch Slap.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Friday Scattergories

Last night, my darling 3yr-old nephew somehow managed to pants my dad. Let me tell you, it's quite a sight to turn around see your dad standing in the kitchen with his pj bottoms around his ankles ("Oh my eyes!!!"). We tried hard not to, but the laughs had to be released. I think my mom may have pee'd her pants.

We have a lot of fun with our little RJ. When a telemarketer calls, my mom simply hands the phone over to him to take care of.

Lately, this bit of dialogue runs through my head each time I find myself getting worked up over something.

Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.

I have decided to adopt this is my personal mantra. I think it's going to serve me well.

It's Friday. We've done nothing at the office here today except eat pastries and talk about the perfect sheer pink nail polish (Lippmann Collection: Sara Smile ) and which Marc Jacobs handbag we want.

You know there's only one thing that would make the Friday complete right?? ... Bring on the Dom my beautiful babies. And Cheers!

Edit: I really want to do this.( ) But I think I'm too chicken shit that crazy ass people are going to be jumping around corners to assasinate me. I don't think I could handle the stress!

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Halloweenie 2005

So welcome.. Welcome to the Spirit and Boos Party at Suede. A club that I am not usually too fond of but I decided to take one for the Team anyway.
Suede Spirit and Boos Party 2005

And speaking of Team, here is about 80% of Team Zissou. I think we were missing a few members who were out somewhere trying to score with Slutty Zena and a Slutty Snow White. Ha! Note the Zissou Patches and those are Team Zissou ID cards hanging around our necks. Big golf clap to everyone for putting it all together. Especially L for those ID Cards, classic.
Team Zissou

2 hours into the night and the hats are gone. I'm about 3 Vanilla Stoli on the Rocks deep. ugh. Check out Ray Ray, still looking cute and fresh and adoreable(despite giving Christian Slater a run for his money.).Zissou_Trio

So drunken revelry crossed off the list. Next up. Trick or Treating with Buzz Lightyear.
Dorothy and Buzz

My nephew did so good with his "Trick or Treats!" and his "Thank you's". He only got scared when Crazy Girl with Red Flashy Eyes walked by him and when Insane Tall Guy with Gorilla Suit and Football Jersey jumped out his front door at us.
Buzz Scared

Little Dodo did well too. The night was so frenetic that I didn't get any better pictures of her.
Dorothy and Dodo

And look! I finally got to meet the Wizard! (Yes, I walked door to door with those shoes on.)
Dorothy and the Wizard?

Yes. Slutty Dorothy was only Mildly Titillating Dorothy due to little exposed skin at the top. Just as well since I had to face my parents that night too; and explaining the shoes was difficult enough. I have to say.. my buttcheeks were hanging out the bottom and I had to desperately run around the house looking for white shorts to wear at the 11th hour.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

13.1 Miles

My knees still hurt. Oh, and my back still hurts.
But it was one of the most kickass
2 hours and 26 minutes (unofficial) of my year. Tiffany's? Yes please!!!

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Doggone Fun


Success my loverlies! 5K? No problem!
I was concerned at first as the forecast called for scattered showers that Saturday. But the weather cooperated.. and the rain came overnight instead. By the time Sake and I headed to Golden Gate Park, the sun was out and shining oh so bright. A lot of people thought Sake wouldn't make it... but I think her P-p-p-puppy P-p-power kicked in and she could've gone another mile, I'm sure of it! And we found out, orange is soooo her color.

My deepest thanks to all the rockstars who were so generous and supported Sake and me! We would've been happy with just the minimum $100 donation but HUZZAH! We were able to raise over $800 for the San Francisco SPCA and PAWS! A brisk run in the park, free swag, Indian Summer, and all the butts Sake could sniff.

What a perfect day! Thank you all for helping to make it happen!

Monday, October 17, 2005

And I Bequeath Unto Thee...

After a great weekend, I'm left feeling a bit melancholy today. It's like coming off a big high only to find myself chained to a desk. (This is why I never really let myself get involved with drugs. The jones'ing for that high man! The elusive high!).... blech. Not really in a Blogger mood either. But I came across an article by Dr. Andrew Weil. He writes of spiritual well-being and one way to promote it is through the writing of an ethical will. (He's developed a line of wellness products for Origins Cosmetics.. so it's work related reading. Calm down!)

Intriguing. An ethical will has to do with nonmaterial bequeaths, the values and life lessons that you wish to leave to others. " No matter how old you are, it will make you take stock of your life experience and distill from it the values and wisdom you have gained. You can then put the documents aside, read it over as the years pass and revise it from time to time as you see fit. It can be a wonderful gift to leave to your family at the end of your life, but I think its primary importance is what it can give you in the midst of life."

I am wondering, after all my flailing about on this planet, what life lessons do I have to impart? I mean, aside from "only eat fresh sushi" and "always bet on black"? What have I learned?? ..... How will our ethical wills read?

Friday, October 14, 2005

Beware the Machine

This is a post far too long in the making... I offer my humble apologies...

My dear Ron and Klymer hosted an afternoon of fun and food at their lovely home this past summer. And as much as some of the gang is committed to City Living, we were all a bit envious of the monstrous yard that we were lounging in. This backyard was so enticing, we all left a good 2 hours after we said we would. How could we leave? There was plenty of BBQ, a hot tub, heat lamps, tiki torches, a hammock, and an oldie timie swing hanging from a tall sturdy tree. I could not have dreamt up a more soothing, idyllic scene. Thanks to the lovely couple for hosting. Can't wait till the next backyard Olympics!

It all started out so calmly.

Oh wait. Did I forget to mention? There was also Margherita Machine. Oh yes. And being the good friends we are, we were COMMITTED to finishing all things Margherita so that our hosts would not be left wondering what to do with the leftovers.
But well, needless to say... The combination of Tiki's, Swing, and Tequila did not bode well.

I don't think the Keg Stands at the Magherita Machine helped.

Oh yea, and having the swing strategically grazing over a lit tiki torch.. definitely didn't help.

But I did manage not to hurt myself wearing non-regulation, bad for Rowdeezy shoes. *yay* for me!!

And yes, I went on the swing.... With my skirt.... I guess the Boys forgot to pick up camera and get a picture when that happened..

Disclaimer: No butts were harmed in any way during the posting of this blog.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Sake Gets into the Running Act

This Saturday, Sake and I will join hundreds of other humans and canines in Golden Gate Park for the 10th Annual Doggone 5K Fun Run. This event will help further the work of PAWS and The San Francisco SPCA, two organizations improving the quality of life for animals and the people who love them. And isn't that all of us??
For over 18 years PAWS (Pets Are Wonderful Support) has helped thousands of people with life-threatening illnesses keep their faithful companions with them through the most difficult time of their lives. PAWS provides comprehensive services - a pet food bank, dog walking, cat care, supplemental vet services, transportation to vet appointments, and pet foster care when clients need long-term hospitalization. This is all designed so clients can maintain the love and companionship of their beloved pets.

The San Francisco SPCA is dedicated to saving San Francisco's homeless cats and dogs. Through an array of innovative programs serving the needs of both the human and animal communities, The SF/SPCA has achieved unprecedented success in saving the lives of abandoned animals. This keeps San Francisco's save rate at more than double the average for major American cities, making it the best place to be for cats and dogs. I hope you will help me reach my personal fundraising goal of $500 as I feel so strongly about supporting these causes. Any little bit will help($5, $10, $50!) Please don't feel like you need to drop a bundle. We thank you for your time attention.

Much love, Rowena and Sake

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Friday, October 07, 2005

Look! Up in the Sky!

I was minding my business yesterday, kneedeep in vendor meetings and lipgloss samples. When there it was.. The roar.... The roar that can only mean one thing... Fleet Week. Or as its known to the local hookers... Christmas.

Every October San Francisco welcomes the parade of Navy ships into the Bay and yesterday the Angels began their practice runs. Being on the 31st floor of my building.. we can literally wave hello to the pilots as they come zipping by. "Hey sailor!! ... Call me!!"

In addition to the usual jawdroppng stunts by the U.S. Navy's Angels, I'm thinking about at the checking out the final stop of the Red Bull Air Race World Series, a seven-event race featuring nine of the best pilots in the world competing in an event that requires flying through strategically placed gates and performing specific stunts over the Bay. Fastest time wins. But I am also scheduled to run 10 miles tomorrow so it may be a Fat Nap for me instead.

So here's to you Blue Angels. *pours glass of Dom* CHEERS!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Artist Plug

I'm so digging Jason Munn's work, thought maybe you would too; particularly the Death Cab for Cutie fans.. And you know who you are!!! ( That was a crazy sentence and clearly I have no idea how to punctuate it properly.) This local boy (Oakland) makes hand-silk-screened album and concert posters in really simple 3 color designs. I'm musically stunted and so am only familiar with about 3 of the bands he has done work for.. but they're so awesome I may buy one anyway.

On other fronts... It's really draining having to show new shoes who's Boss. "I said HEEL!! Good girls...."

And yet another front... Please check out the My Flickr page link (on the right) as you will see highlights of my recent night out in the OC. And for those of you unfamiliar... no. That's NOT Marc Anthony.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

One Last Time for Good Measure

I know I know. But this is the last of it.
My brother has finally gotten around to loading up his pics from our Half Dome Odyssey and they're so much better than mine! Oh c'mon! You know I like to share!!!

Why do they call it a Fanny Pack, and not a Butt Pack?

This is some Blair Witch shinznit right here.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

This is All Going to End Badly: Part 3 - The Conclusion, "I'm so OVER nature."

With zen-like state partially achieved, we ventured forth to tackle the Crazy Ass Rock, aka Half Dome. This was the moment everything had been building up to. Nothing in the previous 6 hours could have hinted at what we were facing now and I have to admit, sitting it out seemed like a perfectly viable option. "You guys, I could just stay here with Bambi."

But I was met with support and reassurance. "No one has EVER died from the cables. Yet." God damn. You're right. That IS reassuring!

A virtually vertical wall of sheer granite.

What you see are 2 lengths of steel cable with wood slats every 10-12 feet or so. Theoretically, climbers use one cable to go up, the other to go down. The problem is, with going down such a precarious task, many people use BOTH cables. This in turn causes a major clusterfuck and can slow the going up process to a grinding halt. Imagine just hanging out there until the entire Cal Berkeley Womens Crew Team made their way down while you were already halfway up. Personally, I found going up to be physcially exerting but not a psychological challenge as long as I kept my eye on the granite. Eventually the top was in sight and with a few final hoists we found ourselves at what seemd like that afternoon, the Top of the World.


Happy, but not so secretly wishing a helicoptor could bring us back down.

Although the climb up was smooth, I cannot say the same for the climb back down. The day was slipping away from us, and the challenge for our large group(14 people) would be to make it back to camp not too far past nightfall; but most importantly, before the pizza counter closed at 9pm. I found going down the steel cables was strategically easier but also a bit less controlled. I held onto both cables and basically let my feel slide down the granite slide while my hands were used almost as brakes. Facing the wall, I could almost forget how high up I was. But as someone's battery pack fell out of their backpack and tumbled past me, my eyes instinctively followed the path of the battery. Bad move. I saw my surroundings and basically freaked out. Frozen with fear, I could not catch my breath and tears streamed down my face. Classic anxiety attack. Thank the stars for my little brother as he was right behind me and talked me through it.

Once off the Crazy Ass Rock, we knew the objective was speed. So a handful of people started back at a brisk pace. I needed to make a pit stop but eventually followed suit down the hill. As I began to leave behind the 7 or so people who moved at an almost ridiculously slow speed, I heard the pitpat of feet running down towards me. My brother, being inspired by the closing time of the Curry Village dining hall, came bursting down the hill doing an odd Charlie-Chaplin-on-speed move, all the while blurting out "pizza pizza pizza" like the Little Caesars mascot. It was almost funnier than seeing this:

I SWEAR to god those aren't mine!

So this is where things get crazy. My brother who only hours earlier saved my life, has now abandoned me and left me to fend for myself. You see, he never slowed down and I was never able to catch up. Unfortunately, my efforts at catching up also put the slow group farther and farther behind me. The woods which were quiet and peaceful, now seemed eerie and menacing. I was afraid to stop, preferring not to be a sitting duck for a bear. ("Maybe I should dump my food in case a bear follows me... No No. I may be stranded here and will need the food to survive!") I figured I would just book down that mountain at the fastest pace I could manage.

One last photo before darkness fell and my demise seemed imminent.

One thing I have learned during this trip. That mountain gets Fucking DARK. The glorious Autumn Moon that had lit the valley floor just the night before was gone. I only had the glow of my little flashlight to light the way as the sun set. But the trail down was manageable and I felt I was making good time. I had no idea how far ahead my brother and the others were ahead of me... but when I saw a sign that said 2.3 miles to Yosemite Valley, I felt I could carry on. "It's only 2 miles. You can do it. You can do it!".... Well, I made the mistake of looking up around me as I was walking and saw how Dark it was once I hit the canopies of trees. PITCH as they say. And when I heard the rustling of leaves to my left, I screamed like a Little Bitch and darted back up the hill to the first clearing I could find. So there I sat at the widest open switchback I could find and sat down on a rock waiting for the slow group to show. I could occasionally see their headlights at the top of the mountain... glowing orbs bobbing up and down as if it were the 7 Dwarves up there. By my estimation, they were a good hour back. I had no choice but to wait.

After about what seemed like 15 minutes, I saw 2 lights making their way down the trail towards me. I couldn't make out their face and could only pray they were friendly. "Hello? Are you a part of my group??"

Well, they weren't but Doug and Andrea welcomed me to join them on their way down. We sidestepped all the fresh Bear Piles and made it the last 2 miles in good time. I found my brother and K waiting for me at a bathroom stop (evidently they radio'd back and FINALLY realized neither groups knew where I was.). They told me their own stories of bear run-ins which made me only the teeny tiny bit more forgiving towards them for leaving me behind.

So. All in all. No harm, no foul. Our feet hurt, our everything hurt. But we got our pizza, we have stories to tell, and I learned to live without hot water for 2 days. I have a little perspective now and can laugh about it all. We can reminisce about our favorite moments and our favorite overheard moments, "Honey, the squirrel licked my camelback." "So this area looks like the all those crazy episodes of Star Trek where a crazy ass Ferengi comes out to attack us."

I reckon the question is, would I do this again? And you know what... sans the solo hike in the dark? I'm stupid enough to say yes.

Camping's not so bad.....