tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37983580044387265032024-03-14T06:35:07.626-07:00sweet cracker sandwich!~cafe loitering since 1989~ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-30684974377306616562016-07-21T22:33:00.001-07:002016-07-21T22:33:59.734-07:00BlackAdder Quote of the Day
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**My last post to this blog was more than three years ago. woof. it may be the wine talking but i'm hoping to add a new thing every few days.**</div>
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I’ve kept cards and letters since I was a little kid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The oldest personal mail I have is from
1974.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For the last month I’ve been
reading through old correspondence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
an effort to fit in my apartment I’m trying to pare down my stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The idea is that I’d read some letters and
consign them to the bin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m going to
post a few of them here and then either send them to the pals/family members
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There is hilarious, embarrassing, and distasteful content particularly
in the high school letters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will post
the expurgated versions with select names withheld to keep from damaging anyone’s
blossoming career in politics or child care.</div>
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This first short entry is a short excerpt from a letter from
my friend, sc, who was living in San Francisco. He used to end his letters with a BlackAdder Quote of the Day. This letter. dated June 8, 1994, didn't have one so i'll add my own at the end of the post. :)</div>
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"After the DMV I went up to Haight Street and walked around
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the Sugar concert, we went to Haight first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I browsed through the record stores for awhile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was fun but in the Rough Trade store I
overheard a very strange conversation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was standing at a rack, thumbing through some used CDs and thre was a young
woman who looked like Courtney Love’s younger sister standing next to me,
browsing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly another woman came up
from behind, tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Hi, Eve!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the rest of the conversation went as follows:</div>
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men – because I’ll be degrading them.”
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"I'm as poor as a church mouse who's just had an enormous tax bill on the very day his wife has run off with another mouse, taking all the cheese." </div>
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ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-42251054200076219042013-01-24T11:14:00.000-08:002013-01-24T12:05:46.415-08:00Of Mice and Men<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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***this unmailed letter has been floating around my desk for years now. this morning i determined to post it here then consign it to the recycling bin. ***<br />
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Weds 11.25.2009 - just before 6pm<br />
It's the weds night before Thanksgiving. I am holed up @ Silver Lake Coffee trying to wait out the stupid stupid rush hour/holiday traffic.<br />
I got off work early (woo!) and was full of intent & motivation. I had 2 goals: 1: visit Sew-LA for some sewing goods, and 2) hit the Glendale Galleria for my twice yearly cosmetics & sock purchasing rip. (this is the last possible mall visiting day of the year for me. Thanksgiving -> January are black out dates.) Stop 1: I spent some quality time @ the fabric store choosing buttons to put on a dress I'm making (went with 9 small, square purple buttons. Pretty damn cute. :) ), got a few yards of muslin to use in practicing making a fitted skirt, a hip curve for...drawing hip curves in patterns, and a jaw-droppingly adorable pattern for a bunny toy. (<u>really</u> good.)<br />
As I left the shop, all mall plans were off. My sewing mojo was cooking. shifted plans to stop at The Rad Beer Store & bank instead. Commute traffic along Silver Lake Blvd is notoriously slow: 1 lane each way, lights, etc. I took an untried residential detour in an effort to circumvent it. At a crucial crossroads I opted to go back down to SL Blvd just past the traffic. Well. Here the title of a Steinbeck novel comes to mind... Tonight there is no point "past traffic." To get from point A to point B, a distance that one might cover in 3 min by car, it took me 15 min. or maybe 45. I don't know. It was just slooooowww. When I got to the light @ Glendale Ave (a left turn to take me home) I saw the traffic socked in - 2 lanes wide. I uttered an expletive, kept straight, I worked my way to this cafe. I had no cash, no knitting, no writing paper. I went thru my glovebox & scrounged up some stuff to write on. (Hence, this brochure :) ). I'm hopeful that one hour here will be enough time for the residential streets to clear. Perhaps everyone will be on the highway by that time. The bummer is that i'd really like to be @ home sewing. We'll see where my mojo level is when i get home. (I might just go grab that bunny pattern out of the car to read...<br />
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***the letter ends there without the close-parens. nothing like the frustration of not being able to ride the wave of motivation.<br />
yesterday morning i was going through a stack of postcards and come across one that i'd written to my friend md in oregon last may. i put it in the mail without any note about the delay. the card was about getting my new car and having a new basket put on my bike. the car is still fabulous. the bike basket is too heavy, though and has shifted the balance of the bike. i had a bit of a accident, not a crash but i still ended up bleeding and have some cool scars that will forever end my career as a foot model. still trying to work things out with my bike. i don't want it to gather dust this spring.***ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-55176052232804709932013-01-18T17:57:00.003-08:002013-01-24T12:07:06.899-08:00Rad Thing of the Day: Trifecta!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Skip the add for the mp3s and this page is all love: <a href="http://kellyhogan.com/">kelly hogan</a> writing about lynda barry next to the artwork for the new yo la tengo album.<br />
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two nights ago i was thinking about lynda barry. can't remember what brought her to mind. i might have been looking at some of her books on the shelf. as i am meant to be cutting in "impressionistic sound effects" to play against slow motion footage of someone shooting craps i will leave off with my commentary and post this link to ms. hogan's <a href="http://www.magnetmagazine.com/2013/01/18/from-the-desk-of-kelly-hogan-lynda-barry/#more-145361">piece on lynda barry over at magnet magazine</a>.<br />
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kelly hogan is guest editing at magnet and has written about 10 pieces as of this post (don't look to me for accuracy on this one, i counted as i scrolled down <a href="http://www.magnetmagazine.com/category/guest-editor/">this page of essays!</a> bonus link!)<br />
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<a href="http://rampantbadassery.blogspot.com/search/label/lynda%20barry">here</a> is where you see the 3 other posts mentioning l. barry on this blog.. <br />
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fun facts: kelly hogan's album "i like to keep myself in pain" is my most listened to album this year.<br />
snack of note: double cappuccino<br />
t-shirt of note: the hideout<br />
and: the new yo la tengo album is stunning! love love love it <br />
plans for tonight: bernie worrell at the mint! ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-9761719319802402412012-10-23T13:13:00.001-07:002012-10-23T13:13:34.687-07:00mission statementhow the weekend started:<br />
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my brother, sister and i having breakfast at Local. they're sorting through a pile of our mom's mail trying to figure what is current. my brother is sporting a Kiss t-shirt, my sister an epic tattoo. she is also drinking a giant glass of milk. old. school.<br />
we were prepping to drive to visit our mom and come up with a plan to move her and her stuff to another town.<br />
how it ended:<br />
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the next afternoon i was by myself at gingergrass. having a coffee, sangria and a spot of lunch. our plan didn't work out as we'd hoped. disaster is an apt description. still! we came through the weekend resolved as ever and happy to have spent some time together even if it was full of drama & shenanigans. i have only been home for the holidays twice since 1989 so we haven't spent much time together, the three of us.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-24250185807959935812012-10-23T12:55:00.003-07:002012-10-23T12:55:58.345-07:00¡vamanos los gigantes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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since moving from the bay area a jillion years ago i don't get to attend many giants games. b/c i live in territory hostile to them i don't get to see them on tv much. i love watching baseball. love watching players getting into their batting stances, the pitching motion of guys on the mound, the throws, and the way they wear their uniforms (pants vs. sanitaries, buttoned up or loose, etc) all of this to say that i have loved watching sergio romo pitch! stripey socks to wiry beard, all badassery and enthusiasm. i don't know who took this pic. it was posted on the giants twit feed and i grabbed it.<br />
LOVE IT.<br />
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and this: this was taken after the last game in cincinatti when the giants beat the reds to win the division. this pic of clean-cut looking posey & living-on-the-fringe wilson embodies what i adore about this team. about the bay area. again i don't know who took this pic. <br />
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we are going to the world series!<br />
(this will probably be the most sports-related i will get here. i am in the glow of the big win last night AND i have a little free time. this results in sports posts. )ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-12952456017968602242012-10-15T12:10:00.000-07:002012-10-15T12:10:09.687-07:002 blocks from the Quik Stop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i wanted to post something today. just had a weekend full of family drama and theatrics. the Lunts, we are not. in lieu of that post i'm putting up this odd nugget from last june's road trip. this street sign is at the intersection of the street i lived on as a kid and the street of my best friend. i wish i'd driven the distance to her house from here to see how far it is in grown-up distance. <br />
california suffered a dry summer so this neighborhood may be less green than it usually is but it still felt grim compared to when i lived there. dirt yards, dead plants.<br />
i wonder how many times i crossed the street at this intersection or rounded this corner on my way to michelle's house, or coming home from there (running so i wouldn't be late for dinner).<br />
how many times did i make that trip carrying records? archie comics? elton john cassette tapes?<br />
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o! the stats of youth!ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-1025090379261850712012-06-26T12:04:00.001-07:002012-06-26T12:04:59.737-07:00inaugral! road trip edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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in the time since my last job there have been significant changes in my home life. the easiest to identify is that i am no longer driving the blue accord but have replaced it with something new!<br />
<br />while the old accord was dependable around town, it had been 6 years since it was able to make a long trip. the last time i'd driven it to the bay area the oil light came on near Casa de Fruita. now that i've a car that is up for a road trip i impulsively decided to take a trip north to see family, friends and a bit of baseball.<br />
<br />took this pic just as i was ready to pull out of the driveway. in evidence: clothing, knitting bag, bag of cds, cooler tote filled with all the fruit left in my kitchen, bag of shoes.<br />
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last stops on the way out of town: yuca's for tacos and cafecito organico for an americano and coffee beans.<br />
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not an enthralling entry, but a significant day for me. :)ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-47404686725713266772012-01-22T02:33:00.000-08:002012-01-22T03:03:09.865-08:00Happy Birthday, Barb!just this: it's nearly 3am, just into bed after a night of celebrating Barb's birthday with some of my oldest friends. we did some math early in the night and decided that we'd all known one another for more than 15 years. toasted Barb's birthday, Georgia's film success, my editing gig and a few things best left unremembered. toward the end of the night my pal e. and i waxed sentimental, pointing out that each of us was the other's first friend made in the dawning days of grad school, 1996.<br />some of the funniest and most creative people i know were out tonight wishing barb a happy birthday. these are the people i've been spending my holidays with for the last 8 years.<br />threw down quality moves to both Stevie Wonder (Superstition) and the Stone Roses (Fool's Gold). came close to requesting Ohio Players, but never did.<br /><br />final note: stripper in a Homer Simpson mask. "niche market" o_0<br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARB! you're tops!<br /><br />i might just get out of bed to make some toast right now.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-66226993813671539422012-01-03T22:05:00.000-08:002012-01-03T22:09:17.784-08:00Alma Mater, Mother Dear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTmSFBCvehTjqvS_IJI-AzMCoGnmw1R4iaNgHMspB1iY4CQsrXvRhuFwzityxj1AodYsjTBZ83tI2EdvJlqjxu8W3MgfP-Ajn9kEu3nZwmP9kdPQs3q7uFqh1_ri_aFQOixxuScTLFQ/s1600/ND+ALUM.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTmSFBCvehTjqvS_IJI-AzMCoGnmw1R4iaNgHMspB1iY4CQsrXvRhuFwzityxj1AodYsjTBZ83tI2EdvJlqjxu8W3MgfP-Ajn9kEu3nZwmP9kdPQs3q7uFqh1_ri_aFQOixxuScTLFQ/s400/ND+ALUM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693654083466347314" border="0" /></a>came across an alumni registry from my high school. this collection was from 1994.<br />my entry reads: Ms. Evonne: '85, Sports broadcaster/Student<br /><br />fun fact: i graduated college in time for my 10 yr high school reunionms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-45123732096968112682011-10-29T22:17:00.000-07:002011-10-29T23:33:06.252-07:00echo park & kc accidental<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYbmy62XkGM9wuGQ1UFUnU28SWuuxbZfsWyKrgfjXZiOHFdgcwSAYLpZ8at_I6Z9S3_4Xp6nmuXQGiyVkZwpX-KOzd0fPKxQIMfQgyd_7kyAwwHohm5_FkquhnRiSYz_GgnwMO_1yAw/s1600/WPA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYbmy62XkGM9wuGQ1UFUnU28SWuuxbZfsWyKrgfjXZiOHFdgcwSAYLpZ8at_I6Z9S3_4Xp6nmuXQGiyVkZwpX-KOzd0fPKxQIMfQgyd_7kyAwwHohm5_FkquhnRiSYz_GgnwMO_1yAw/s400/WPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669150312368231266" border="0" /></a>alternate title: saturday in detail<br /><br />i've been logging a lot of hours at work. long, long days and weekends spent sitting at the editing console. when a day off rolls around i do my best to do as many things that i love as possible. as this is the beginning of autumn, the quality of the sunlight and the color of the sky are particularly striking. a couple of weeks ago i had a couple days off (in a row! novel!). i was feeling particularly open-hearted and wanting to connect with anyone in the same mood. on that saturday (the one listed in the last post with the photo of the zapatista cyclist) i wrote this letter to my pal l. in kentucky.<br /><br />*****<br />10.8.11<br />l,<br />i'm just off my bike, sitting in the breezy shade of <a href="http://www.fixcoffeeco.com/">Fix cafe</a>. we had rain last week and he temperature dropped for a few days so the sky today is that amazing clear, vivid blue we see when there is no haze.<br /><br />i'm in the midst of one of those days when i've got - not a crush, but a mad affection for the neighborhood. riding through town on a gorgeous day listening to broken social scene will do that. (BSS might cast the same enchantment over I-5 between LA & SF. they've got that knack :) ) some days i maintain a pretty solitary body language when i'm out. i just want to be in my head. but today is a day for fleeting moments on social connection with people on the street. maybe it's the weather. more likely it's the coffee.<br /><br />there are murals along retaining walls along sunset blvd. btwn silver lake & echo park. today i saw a plaque under the paint that stated the wall was built by the Works Projects Admin in 1940. thoughts in response: 1. it's still standing and in great shape; 2. most of the retaining walls on that stretch of sunset were probably built by the WPA, putting people to work.; 3. why is the idea of a contemporary version of the WPA decried as socialism & folly? what perspective point do people have that they forget the intent of public education? the US post office? solid infrastructure? gah. you can tell the BSS ended. :) point being: i took a photo of the plaque. i'm far from being a architecture nerd but am a fan of good work & stuff built-to-last. do you remember the stamps in the concrete sidewalks from the neighborhood? there are a few on Rowena from 1926. men, because they were assuredly men then, poured that concrete, leveled those walks, and 85 years later they've still there. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">that</span> is badass.<br /><br />i attribute part of this glowy-saturday feeling to my decision to not go into work today. i may regret it by next weds. or so, but today it was the right way to go. :0 the job is going very well, as well as i could hope reall. my work has been well received across the board, which is a relief. i'm not up to the speed of the seasoned editors, so i'm putting in some long days. before i turned in the Editor's Cut for my first episode i worked 12 days. the last one ending at 5am with the director due in @ 10:30a to watch the cut. i got 2 hours of sleep & did my best to talk myself out of throwing up from the nervousness. as it turned out, the director loved the cut! he made some changes then 3 hrs later called the exec producer in to watch a couple of scenes. they elicited some big laughs from the EP and nice words of confidence voiced to the man who wanted to hire me (my mentor/editor dave) woo! and whew!<br /><br />i just started getting footage for my next episode. it was in the interest of preventing those crazy hours that i considered going in today. current plan: go in early on monday. we'll see how that works out...<br /><br />oh! did you know that <a href="http://hughlaurieblues.com/">hugh laurie recorded an album</a>? i was surprised when i first saw it, then remembered all the singing & piano playing he did on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXr4N51RsHA">"jeeves & wooster" </a>and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4tDP-yMwXI&noredirect=1">"bit of fry & laurie"</a>. turns out the songs are all new orleans blues-based songs and the album was produced by <a href="http://www.joehenrylovesyoumadly.com/">joe henry</a>. i love joe henry. he may be my favorite song writer out there and his band is always stunning. so his working on the album gives it some cred. what i wanted to tell you pre-tangent was that hugh l. did a show at <a href="http://www.themintla.com/">the Mint</a> (!) last week. the crowd was 1/2 great, 1/2 chatty people but the show was great fun. hugh l. was witty & charming (natch) and getting his sea legs performing as a musician. early in the set he noticed that he'd been introducing every number by saying, "we're going to play a song..." so he worked at finding a variation. :) the highlight of the show, though, was during the encore when hugh l. introduced his guest: Tom Jones. really. at the Mint. bananas. they performed a song together from the album, the tom j. sang 2 jerry lee lewis songs w-Hugh l. on piano. riotous! by that point the chatters had stopped conversation to sing along. the closer ws "great balls of fire" of course. unreal. science fact: tom jones has pipes. boy howdy no diminished tone or verve on that dude.<br /><br />i'd intended to write you a note in re: finally getting around to sending you the old letters i told you about but got off topic early on. :) are you doing much writing? do you write at home? from your posts it sounds like you go out. i can't work @ home. sooo many distractions. there was an announcement in the newsletter of <a href="http://www.skylightbooks.com/">skylight books</a> that a YA author was doing a reading there and i thought of you. shapes of things to come, l!<br /><br />i'm sending you more of these letters than i'd planned. each of them had something in it, maybe just one or two lines that i thought you'd find funny or interesting.<br /><br />the really angst-y letters are from my jr. high days. the high school notes and letters are funnier. those jr. high days must have been the first whiff of boys, wanting autonomy, pot, etc. lots of "i didn't know you liked him" type missives. i went to an all-girl high school, so there is none of that drama in later letters. just the standard parents-don't-get-it content. :)<br /><br />i'll put a note on the letter stack to give you some context.<br /><br />ok. time to wrap this up. i've got to bike home (30 min maybe) and get this stuff in the mail.<br /><br />i'm seeing nick lowe @ largo tonight. not a bad saturday. :)<br /><br />hope you're fab!<br /><br />ps. did you know that the knit nook in the highlands has shut? last time i was in town i saw that they'd called it a day.<br />alas.<br /><br />*****<br />post script: that nick lowe show was fucking fantastic! thanks to flanagan for the rad poster, too!<br />and more context: in my continuing efforts to keep myself from out-growing my apt i have shedding stuff when i can. i'd told L. about the box of letters i've been posting about here. i sent a small pile of the old letters to her. sociological interest, don'tchewknow.<br />follow up: a couple weeks after the hugh laurie show, joe henry perfomed at largo. (he has a new album out and it is a stunner.) hugh l. introduced joe. cross-pollination!<br /><a href="http://www.joehenrylovesyoumadly.com/live-shows/">HEY! joe henry is doing some shows, including 2 nights in NYC!! </a><br /><br />while posting this:<br />beverage: stone pale ale drunk from a chilled mirror pond ale pint glass.<br />audio: mitch hedberg: "mitch, all together" until it got too distracting then i put on broken social scene "you forgot it in people" which is what i was listening to the day i wrote this letter. <3<br /><br />last bit: when BSS ended, brownsville station's "smokin in the boys' room" came up on the itunes. it starts like this:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">how you doin' out there?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you ever seem to have one of those days when it seems like everybody's gettin' on your case</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">from your teacher all the way down to your best girl friend?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">well, you know i used to have them about all the time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but i found a way to get out of it.</span><br /><br />when i was a kid i had a 45 of this song that skipped right after the line, "but i found a way to get out of it." it would play that groove over and over. i had to stand by the record player so i could tap the needle past the skip. even now when i hear this song i still hear that skip.<br /><br />and this: i hung a couple of posters tonight: a my morning jacket poster from a show in salt lake city from january 2007, the other from their radio city show in june of 2008.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-46533696261309346432011-10-10T16:39:00.001-07:002011-10-10T16:41:27.170-07:00saturday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nvAAAb4LliAg7pMcGMWV1iA3HOOzIHH1wvpgRjxjk7ej7otz9zwX4V3hj1WbaD4-Dr2d9zs6abWxOpJliL0m1U_lIFRpsM_fiHObagFEhp-RpO73smYjygh0DAML27llY60ZLERDzQ/s1600/Bike+saturday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nvAAAb4LliAg7pMcGMWV1iA3HOOzIHH1wvpgRjxjk7ej7otz9zwX4V3hj1WbaD4-Dr2d9zs6abWxOpJliL0m1U_lIFRpsM_fiHObagFEhp-RpO73smYjygh0DAML27llY60ZLERDzQ/s400/Bike+saturday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662012428199085634" border="0" /></a>had a terrific weekend full of biking, reading, knitting, music, food and great weather. this photo is from a mural along sunset blvd on the west end of echo park.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-51364178906507940822011-09-24T23:07:00.000-07:002011-10-29T23:40:13.036-07:00CAN YOU DIG IT?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwX_UfivKsRolvji4xkNo0aI5Pz_Ys15X40kbWOyv8ZUAkkVbVvbGoMGW547hL8hNZiSzBnw1QPekv0ITHJcYzWSFAPMHJ73cO44hiTjJJ4PdKwxGWLVZVCINsoN5bamUYrC5UdQrwvQ/s1600/warriors.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwX_UfivKsRolvji4xkNo0aI5Pz_Ys15X40kbWOyv8ZUAkkVbVvbGoMGW547hL8hNZiSzBnw1QPekv0ITHJcYzWSFAPMHJ73cO44hiTjJJ4PdKwxGWLVZVCINsoN5bamUYrC5UdQrwvQ/s400/warriors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656188348979695346" border="0" /></a>alternate title: "The Orphans are a heavy outfit."<br /><br />when i was in jr. high the movie "the warriors" came out on laser disc and probably played endlessly on cable tv. my brother & his wife had a laser disc player so i logged a LOT of hours watching "the warriors" and "the blues brothers."<br />this letter is from a girl i knew in jr high: corrine. we first connected over our shared love of cheap trick. in the two years we went to school together (1979 - 1981) she turned me onto the talking heads, the pretenders and b-52s. (that first pretenders album kicked so much ass. man.) you can tell by her choice of stationery, corinne had punk leanings at a tender age. :) i read a bunch of letters tonight from girls in knew when i was young. among the adolescent-dazed, confused, mad-crush letters this one was a bright bit of comedy.<br /><br />notes for context:<br />- foo is my family nickname. for a while i tried to shake it. (it did not work. my family calls me foo to this day.)<br />-<a href="http://victorian.fortunecity.com/memorial/718/">nylon shorts were VERY big in california in the summer of 1981 </a><br />-i didn't want to attend the high school in my district and was campaigning with my mom to attend Lincoln High<br />-i was visiting my sister in Nebraska when corrine sent me this letter<br />-i had a boyfriend in 8th grade whose last name was Hoffman<br /><br />here is her letter:<br />**********************<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSHOz3xhHzkkTLhlIFlolvA4hjAomRCJTG4M64vG8ybBgwhgJPDg8BwJ_Bheh6EWJ5MmstoLAs1k6KBXju4Rtn-1x2ufnvM0-FPQkKPptQl7PCB3CR4Ui8SumxDWGyGTeZeLCIS_v_g/s1600/Photo+43.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSHOz3xhHzkkTLhlIFlolvA4hjAomRCJTG4M64vG8ybBgwhgJPDg8BwJ_Bheh6EWJ5MmstoLAs1k6KBXju4Rtn-1x2ufnvM0-FPQkKPptQl7PCB3CR4Ui8SumxDWGyGTeZeLCIS_v_g/s400/Photo+43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656183666369217522" border="0" /></a><br />punk power!!<br />7/25/81<br /><br />dear foo (just kidding),<br />Hi! How's life in Nebraska? I played Alien Invaders at Macy's. Space Invaders is way better. Well, life the slums is very boring. i got my shorts yesterday night: blue stripies, red & white 50/50's and the white nylon ones ( I found a large) I sure hope you're with your "new summer clothes," i'm not. (just kidding) Me & my mommy went to Beverly Fabrics. Guess who i saw there? No, not Sal, Michelle M!! YUKK!! It was a disgusting and riscue [?] sight. You know something? she looks like a bubba! i mean it!!!<br />Did you see any babes on the plane? You betta. I heard Dirty Deeds last night...done dirt cheap!!--><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSojtMnM8TmGQehBZLAKsRwWKhucaouzacrKtb9E3eKaeHSAvG8icu32jDQUCQnMDuGyUvlquQ4SJgQuLarabIS4s30ybAyTdXXwnzj2UdfFrawy-t8RLs_hFOJpsDIK5IRfsDDyEvQ/s1600/Photo+41.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSojtMnM8TmGQehBZLAKsRwWKhucaouzacrKtb9E3eKaeHSAvG8icu32jDQUCQnMDuGyUvlquQ4SJgQuLarabIS4s30ybAyTdXXwnzj2UdfFrawy-t8RLs_hFOJpsDIK5IRfsDDyEvQ/s400/Photo+41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656183859826202738" border="0" /></a><br />RIFFS, YEAH RIGHT!!! Warriors, come out to play, Warriors, come out to play, WARRIORS COME OUT TO PLAY!! WARRIORS...<br />C'mon...C'mon...HAHAHAHAHAHA the baseball scene...the bathroom scene...Cyris...the baseball furies, Rogues, Riffs, the farmboys & the WARRIORS!!!!!! Why? Becuz you SSUCK!!!!<br />Well, any ways, guess what's happening (QUE PASA) next month? Their [sic] gonna have a Showtime Preview!! Guess what's playing?:<br />1. Brubaker<br />2. Cookie Goes To the Hospital<br />3. I'll Cry Tomorrow<br />4. No Deposit No Return<br />5. Laff-a-thon #3<br />6. Friday the 13th<br />7. Sensuous Nurse<br />8. Up the Academy<br />9. Running<br />10. Rascal Dazzle<br />11. The Forbidden Planet<br />12. Players<br />13. The Wacky World of Jonathan Winters #3<br />14. Blue Fire Lady<br />15. All That Jazz<br />16. Best of Bizarre<br />17. THE SHINING!<br />18. Mulefeathers<br />and that's all...<br />Maybe you could spend the night at my house that day and come with me to guard the next morning [she was going to be in Color Guard the next fall at Lincoln High]...that is, if you want to if not, it's cool. so tell me how Nebraska is treating you... I hope you can go to Lincoln even though your friendly friend Elizabeth is going, you just betta come to Lincoln. Have your mom call sometime in August. I'm sorry if this page is so sloppy but nobody's perfect. right? right?? Well, Guess who's on Kids Are People Too? BROOKE SHIELDS... "@%&#!!!!" Well... --><br />I think that this is gonna be my sign-off page. so i will talk to you a little bit more...did you get any more clothes up in Nebraska? i got a pair on lay-a-way at the Pruneyard. They are really cute. they're gray corduroy straight let pleats. i like em!! I'm gonna buy some gray moccasins for school. i don't give a shit of what anybody thinks of them. Well, you know that really cute tube top you bought? i tried one on but it didin't look right on me. Well, i'd better be jamming now. try to get a flight home on August 9th ok? alright. well, i'd better sign off now...BYE!!<br /><br />love, corrine flores<br /><br />later mrs. hoffman..."baahaa"<br /><br />ps. please write back!!!<br /><br />pss Sorry about the sloppiness...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31bQLH0vQVvDnhpDcR6Xk1HCyLgxpGX2AwLBZ4sp2SPVju-L1hSILkBkDo-NSz7LOtEt1aJ6DQ3bQg9NVhqVUnXZ9gE_t5Z899KUS92Y0FgnC0JKqss5CbuCJ0dOd_bo2AzSwLCrtOA/s1600/Photo+45.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31bQLH0vQVvDnhpDcR6Xk1HCyLgxpGX2AwLBZ4sp2SPVju-L1hSILkBkDo-NSz7LOtEt1aJ6DQ3bQg9NVhqVUnXZ9gE_t5Z899KUS92Y0FgnC0JKqss5CbuCJ0dOd_bo2AzSwLCrtOA/s400/Photo+45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656185385915508162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />**********<br />that list of movies, etc. playing on the cable preview kills me. "sensuous nurse!" ha!<br />also, her last name wasn't Flores. clearly she had a thing for a guy with the last name Flores, but i can't remember who he was.<br /><br />snacks of note: bottle of red wine (Rook from jill's fab wine shop on melrose...), boursin & pita chips (dinner of champions!)ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-20896201870034518182011-09-02T00:39:00.000-07:002011-09-02T00:48:20.532-07:00Rad Thing of the Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNucBu8y63gbJYVybGEYEuzbUOkv_S9RT6EPbevLbumExd4vWaMTs2vPXjWOSLJRVkNH6CrfEKsnJez5WsO_WBhBZZW5UKHhjVdjFlXMQrObz4rtnAz8gjIFRf1edSzcxT6IydakPNOA/s1600/Scan+STAMPcleanNEG-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNucBu8y63gbJYVybGEYEuzbUOkv_S9RT6EPbevLbumExd4vWaMTs2vPXjWOSLJRVkNH6CrfEKsnJez5WsO_WBhBZZW5UKHhjVdjFlXMQrObz4rtnAz8gjIFRf1edSzcxT6IydakPNOA/s400/Scan+STAMPcleanNEG-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647665923827535218" border="0" /></a>
<br />Brian P. of Northern Flicker Films has been recording "the last film i saw" podcast for a few months now. i was hoping to write up a clever, enticing description so that you might listen to it. however, it is almost 1 am and i'm less clever than i might have been 4 hours ago.
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<br />i love this podcast. <a href="http://www.northernflickerfilms.com/_/Podcast/Archive.html">Last Film I Saw Podcast</a>
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<br />fun fact: in episode 8 you can hear me being interviewed about the last film i'd seen, and wax technical about editing Brian P's short films.
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<br />man. i am going to rewrite this tomorrow.
<br />ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-90744167546081302692011-09-02T00:27:00.000-07:002011-09-02T00:31:54.790-07:00i was here august 10, 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82tZIdoOEN5_nrby4RPtB7z4LNkiO1SWK0utzrrwU_T-0S548hoUYc5x3LhC9l_hWAIQH_M_SRMy6Hhoneo-nNxYefKvcVfdi4QY688hkagJF_y5R03v5wOuQC1Iu24EomHjJptM4HA/s1600/Pit+maz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82tZIdoOEN5_nrby4RPtB7z4LNkiO1SWK0utzrrwU_T-0S548hoUYc5x3LhC9l_hWAIQH_M_SRMy6Hhoneo-nNxYefKvcVfdi4QY688hkagJF_y5R03v5wOuQC1Iu24EomHjJptM4HA/s400/Pit+maz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647660781781952802" border="0" /></a>north shore river walk, pittsburgh, pa
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<br />ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-68275127145004322232011-09-01T23:06:00.000-07:002011-09-02T00:00:20.760-07:0031 years ago tomorrow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1wkHgJN0nv0ujNRyLuvcMagOb2yrbE7zCEGCK3jB1VwMEJC3nU4Y4ReH3mQ4SRiWW5OSINF51-ghdXWOSOsMuC8fcWG6AfjACkXV1M6QgNSLXZTe641ejWNCZk0aWSrz7gcbZXZRRw/s1600/diary.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1wkHgJN0nv0ujNRyLuvcMagOb2yrbE7zCEGCK3jB1VwMEJC3nU4Y4ReH3mQ4SRiWW5OSINF51-ghdXWOSOsMuC8fcWG6AfjACkXV1M6QgNSLXZTe641ejWNCZk0aWSrz7gcbZXZRRw/s400/diary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647652281572507666" border="0" /></a>four months after my last blog post the topic that compels me to post again is the content of that letter box. i spent the summer alternately working crazy hours and road tripping so i never finished clearing out that box. tonight i took another crack at it.
<br />a few years ago i read some entries in the diary that i kept from january 1979 - march 1981. much page space was devoted to the crushes that i had and which of my friends were getting along. dull stuff. but! there are some entries that pretty entertaining.
<br />it's a Hello Kitty diary, so all the entries begin, "dear kitty."
<br />here is my entry from september 2, 1980
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<br />Fair!
<br />tuesday september 2, 1980
<br />Dear Kitty,
<br />today ASB <span style="font-style: italic;">[Associated Student Body - i was in student gov't in 8th grade]</span> had a meeting at school. We have a new Vice-Principal (Mr. Butler). GET THIS! He came from Markham <span style="font-style: italic;">[another Jr. High School]</span> and Mr. Jay got transferred to Willow Glen High! <span style="font-style: italic;">[the H.S. i wanted to attend.]</span> When BC & I found out we were trippin' way out! he knows Pat M. very well! I would guess so! (cute kitd that he is!) We (BC, Mary & Me) walked to Mary's baby sitting job then Karen drove us home.
<br />I'm beginning to dig my stereo. Its sound is cool! Pat Benatar sounds excellent on it! (courtesy KSJO! #1!) love it, love it, love it!!
<br />Don & Mom took me & Biz to the show and saw "Smokey & the Bandit II". It was sooo excellent! Jerry Reed saves the day! He's sooo cool!
<br />This school year is gonna be a trip. "Sailing" just came on. I almost changed it then didn't cause it sorta keeps thoughts instead of bringing back memories. It's been 1 day since we left. Uvas <span style="font-style: italic;">[campground]</span> now seems like a super great dream & we woke up when we drove through the gates. I thought about me & Herb smoking a "j". I wonder what {all the guys we met while camping} thought of me. I mean: ok kid, pesty twirp, ugly but nice. stupid personality. or something else like that. I wonder. Good to know? Bad to know? (Where on Earth shall we go? Is there anyone on Earth who will care? Is anybody out there?)
<br />No, yes, maybe, I don't know. Can't tell. (what's with all the poetry? huh?!) this is too strange for me. G'nite.
<br />Rock Rules
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<br />post script
<br />--the Don who took us to the movies was a family friend. he was from Michigan, living with us while he was getting cancer treatment at Stanford.
<br />--My dad is a truck driver (still at age 76!) so "Smokey & the Bandit" was a big deal around our house. Also, during the 1970's my dad was a dead ringer for Jerry Reed. Really.
<br />--from the time i was a tiny kid, every summer my family camped at a place called Uvas Meadows near Morgan Hill. my mom and i would spend weeks and weeks there. my grandparents also had a camp spot there. the month before this entry was my 13th birthday. my parents let me take 3 friends to Uvas for a week of camping and carrying on. a boy i'd met the previous summer was there with his cousins. we girls spent a lot of time walking past their camp, etc. anywhoo, for my 13 yr old self, this was a BIG week. i didn't have sex or anything, i think i just got a taste of hanging out with guys without being a silent wreck (i've read those earlier entries).
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<br />here is a bit of another entry:
<br />Tuesday, January 13, 1981
<br />...Uvas Meadows was sold. That means I'll never go back there for vacation again. Just to move the trailer. It has to be out by Feb. 15th. I just hit me. All my memories, 13 yrs of them, all left behind. Just gone. I don't know what to do now. (I should go to bed.)...
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<br />a bit melodramatic, but i was headed straight into surly-teen territory. *shudder*
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<br />ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-46990462450052895462011-04-27T13:13:00.000-07:002011-04-27T13:57:44.610-07:00Box Full of Letters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZF3kOzgBFBmrQ5F-ryAeDw2pAhDFnPVd1z6VH1q4L1CsrtwK423_mkWYtZtgku5OmzJBCIwLZ5cUr25nfQiVQGvE0zyOQp80UhLzJ-3XlyeHZ3gFLdWmdwBztO0HPKecGxf6QjPYDOQ/s1600/boxoletters.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZF3kOzgBFBmrQ5F-ryAeDw2pAhDFnPVd1z6VH1q4L1CsrtwK423_mkWYtZtgku5OmzJBCIwLZ5cUr25nfQiVQGvE0zyOQp80UhLzJ-3XlyeHZ3gFLdWmdwBztO0HPKecGxf6QjPYDOQ/s400/boxoletters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600363569534886866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i've had "toss out old letters and diaries" on my list of things to do for at least a year. i'm trying to keep from out-growing my apt and weeding out the letters i wrote and received in grade school is a good place to start.<br />i've got one box of letters labeled, "letters 1974 - 1980?" it's got valentines from my parents and graduation cards and many, many letters from junior high school. most of them are dull notes about shopping, homework, boys, feuds and late 70's AOR radio. but they are short! so, on their way out, i thought i would post a few here. they aren't letters i've written (the impetus for this blog), but have received.<br /><br />here our first entry: from my friend who signs her letter by here middle name, Buu:<br /><br />3/4/81<br /><br />Thanks for the letter. I missed them. I can't wait til Friday. Oh yeah! Kim's coming too. It'll be neat. I don't think we'll be able to go shopping tomorrow. My mom isn't planning to go, so I don't know. Boomer's going friday, if you and Carrie want to go with her.<br />I've been so blah lately. Everything bothers me if I'm not busy. I've got such bad cramps I think I'm gonna die. I mean it. Man. Barfomatic! Ha! Ha! I'm just kickin' back against my bedrest. It's comfortable! Guess what's on KOME? "Back in the Saddle!" Owww! Back...back" ha! ha!<br />Well, gonna jam now. Write back okay? I can't write really good right now. I'm on some kind of guilt trip. Well, gonna jet now. Taking off! Bye!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gzm4lhh_nZ62KJOGkDZLbs7QqduZOt5mQaFLqkoTsNU1_oI0IvBYM9JUTguRHmi-yTevWGIA0clkrr2R-53HbmVeDDqAUbPvcNtT7H-_tjzi_E6zsEyp0QLevzhj1sUpeOZpNloqYg/s1600/letter.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gzm4lhh_nZ62KJOGkDZLbs7QqduZOt5mQaFLqkoTsNU1_oI0IvBYM9JUTguRHmi-yTevWGIA0clkrr2R-53HbmVeDDqAUbPvcNtT7H-_tjzi_E6zsEyp0QLevzhj1sUpeOZpNloqYg/s320/letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600362782218250130" border="0" /></a><br />**even without the date i think her use of barfomatic dates this letter but perfectly. we were in 7th grade. i know this b/c by 8th grade we didn't hang out anymore. she sealed the note with a wax impression of a peace sign :) **<br /><br />ok, i just found one dated july 1978. it's from my next door neighbor, susan. we grew up together. she sent this to me while i was visiting my sister in nebraska. i can only guess i told susan about the acres of corn there. we're about 11yrs old**<br /><br />Dear Evonne,<br />Hi corn makes me wako anyways. The game of cards sounds weird but fun. Nicole is the cutest thing you ever saw she is getting big.<br />4 tom cat kittens. weren't there any females in the litter?<br />your stationery "bits & pieces" is cute. this is Leslie's but i'm using it anyways. she left it here. jenny left today. She's been here for 2 days. that wrap you up thing is cute. I tried to help him but i couldn't. i'm eating a cheese cake dessert. it's good. i'm going to Great America tomorrow. is it fun there?<br />well by. love & stuff<br /><br />**at a certain point she left off writing "I" and drew picutres of eyes instead. awesome!**<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGq2EAyMP2R9V1A9hoB4lvrmlVX4gzMsbj8rMLPJ0yJfae8oaF-54I67GTBxPUhLO6fxfbcSyVlUes8FySTi8tZ1GFP3RVuOt16b3cSt0n7w0tMid9dkdHaFU2Q4xucR0CSeAeGJFRw/s1600/eyes+letter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGq2EAyMP2R9V1A9hoB4lvrmlVX4gzMsbj8rMLPJ0yJfae8oaF-54I67GTBxPUhLO6fxfbcSyVlUes8FySTi8tZ1GFP3RVuOt16b3cSt0n7w0tMid9dkdHaFU2Q4xucR0CSeAeGJFRw/s400/eyes+letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600367696764842322" border="0" /></a>Leslie is her big sister. Nicole is one of my nieces, then about a year old.<br />for the record, i also cleared out a journal i had to keep during one of my Theater classes. good lord. i will <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">not</span> be posting any of my ruminations about Brecht or acting.<br /><br />while posting: heard Billy Bragg: "Don't Try This at Home" and Eef Barzelay: "Bitter Honey"<br />now leaving b/c it's getting close to 80º in my apt.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-30124720111053296112011-03-08T14:51:00.000-08:002011-03-08T14:59:07.748-08:00more walking pix<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3eMZBjeJ9jwL8sMuFeClnblRYa3iNN6r0AJ4DpJiHqOKRPBkxNuo1M898-ar-cEuC-Cq-_XYmQT2zV6ThpOKJnnyUOJnkmLlKCYPZMIAGD7MreYnDO-4Dlr6NOxsxrBH_ZT9MqfHSw/s1600/Iyp+bridge+view.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3eMZBjeJ9jwL8sMuFeClnblRYa3iNN6r0AJ4DpJiHqOKRPBkxNuo1M898-ar-cEuC-Cq-_XYmQT2zV6ThpOKJnnyUOJnkmLlKCYPZMIAGD7MreYnDO-4Dlr6NOxsxrBH_ZT9MqfHSw/s400/Iyp+bridge+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581845902183120866" border="0" /></a>a couple of weeks ago a cold storm passed through los angeles county. brought a lot of rain and snow. i took this pic walking to kaldi coffee via the hyperion bridge. i'm still reveling in being able to walk distances and am gob smacked by the stunning views in the neighborhood.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-24543071182279295042011-03-04T17:29:00.000-08:002011-03-04T17:36:24.641-08:00new neighbors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz12BE_3S9lZh-tHjkE2wt83TpmGvBBHaszHKv3WXMnH07Ck-GeBmw3i-DdMAZBhl0qyaOgZeJ_f3G_26MVYtoECg4naLyyQFXoKpOub_Ye2Rt2x_0C0xms9jUuXjEpbb8f6iCkGs9Q/s1600/Herons.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz12BE_3S9lZh-tHjkE2wt83TpmGvBBHaszHKv3WXMnH07Ck-GeBmw3i-DdMAZBhl0qyaOgZeJ_f3G_26MVYtoECg4naLyyQFXoKpOub_Ye2Rt2x_0C0xms9jUuXjEpbb8f6iCkGs9Q/s400/Herons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580401873003500050" border="0" /></a>some time last year i saw a heron sitting in a eucalyptus tree at the silver lake reservoir. i stood, leaning on my bike observing it in the branches. this last weekend i was walking around the reservoir and saw this sign! i've seen a few herons that i took to be flying through the area. i had no idea they nest here!<br />i didn't see any herons while walking around the reservoir this day, but later as i was walking on rowena near the coffee table, one flew over headed toward the LA river.<br /><br />whoop!ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-9592017240255863282011-01-14T16:45:00.000-08:002011-01-14T17:26:42.352-08:00i'm your man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEG9CYgqDxp6PuJbt8JRldVJGG5iIyyGSwvn8_3J_RKI3w1pTnH_d0VcztFCY-q8oN8r8FQ94_kZIgiRoqMkJELu3jhADpK0KOExavEVrt28Lcv-SDOxrJKs7q2Oo_exVMajepJWCGjg/s1600/Cutting+IYM.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEG9CYgqDxp6PuJbt8JRldVJGG5iIyyGSwvn8_3J_RKI3w1pTnH_d0VcztFCY-q8oN8r8FQ94_kZIgiRoqMkJELu3jhADpK0KOExavEVrt28Lcv-SDOxrJKs7q2Oo_exVMajepJWCGjg/s400/Cutting+IYM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562208796850178882" border="0" /></a>last spring my friends brian and margaret produced a short film titled, "i'm your man." <a href="http://margaretmalone.com/mm/News_%26_Press.html"> margaret</a> adapted her story to screenplay and brian directed the film. i cut it. brian is in portland, i'm in los angeles, so we were working long distance. after making a pass of the film i'd send a quicktime to brian. he'd watch it then send me notes. since he wasn't in the cutting room i wanted him to see what his film looked like on the avid. i sent him this pic.<br />the finished short is on brian's site: <a href="http://www.northernflickerfilms.com/_/home.html">northern flicker films.</a> i've cut two shorts for brian and one music video.<br />fun fact: i cut this during slower times while working on a tv show. we couldn't have afforded the avid rental otherwise. ;)<br />last week brian launched a short film podcast: <a href="http://lastfilmisaw.tumblr.com/post/2685163677/last-film-i-saw-podcast-episode-one-you-can#disqus_thread">last film i saw</a>.<br /><br />his and margaret's futon is often where i camp out when i stay in portland.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBAf7ZzGuwWummOL1jimWEIkGoTFo9AyCsXD3MC_PzbBfyz-mg9i9hyphenhyphenlMrVt0YHGBVTdspRsPP3yx8skdX_rw7ypmQSHwo6vYrzaravjOVbm0hDyrh5PPlbtwFKCnO4ZC3k3xtQxs3g/s1600/Sasq+camp.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBAf7ZzGuwWummOL1jimWEIkGoTFo9AyCsXD3MC_PzbBfyz-mg9i9hyphenhyphenlMrVt0YHGBVTdspRsPP3yx8skdX_rw7ypmQSHwo6vYrzaravjOVbm0hDyrh5PPlbtwFKCnO4ZC3k3xtQxs3g/s320/Sasq+camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562215307746611426" border="0" /></a> last May they loaned me this folding chair and a flashlight for my sasquatch campsite. that chair has cupholders: brilliant!<br /><br />what i'd inteded to be a "pic du jour" is shaping up to be a love letter to my pals m & b, so i'll cut this short.<br /><br />in summation: they are amazing and i'm lucky my path continues to cross theirs. usually near terrific beer. and mexican food. in portland.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-72821151594362380612011-01-12T18:47:00.000-08:002011-01-12T19:08:05.815-08:00assorted snaps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MjI_KA1q6aTZyDDLTSZe-zaRe8VX1-Qo-T-jkkJHNqzbuyWso5IFHP-cZfI_6GsxpvoQhh-eFb-3-PHiZxaEam9A2_aGDs_7ybb6MfdrZaTp0-CbpeYj0a89o6eM71dgVyukrtPI2Q/s1600/Draw+bridge.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MjI_KA1q6aTZyDDLTSZe-zaRe8VX1-Qo-T-jkkJHNqzbuyWso5IFHP-cZfI_6GsxpvoQhh-eFb-3-PHiZxaEam9A2_aGDs_7ybb6MfdrZaTp0-CbpeYj0a89o6eM71dgVyukrtPI2Q/s400/Draw+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561497889139385650" border="0" /></a>yesterday i loaded all the pictures i've taken with my phone to my computer. while i'm putting a few together for posts about trips i've taken there are a few odds and ends. <br />I took the pic above while waiting at a drawbridge in south carolina. i'd just eaten at a beach front place called, poe's and was heading back into charlotte for a minor league baseball game. the camera feature in the phone was still new to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCw88x2ZhZlRlpyaza1kCkaOG6H75bbvz-gJANSGAX5qLeIZ961FeXyIyPieWHVWsZF15EJnjKxbg08MeV0tMG53QwVnxrIazlwF3Lrm6qLw4V3BMsgaKFBiyHsLxTjRVsYQNcGjzew/s1600/Knit+sleeve+chart.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCw88x2ZhZlRlpyaza1kCkaOG6H75bbvz-gJANSGAX5qLeIZ961FeXyIyPieWHVWsZF15EJnjKxbg08MeV0tMG53QwVnxrIazlwF3Lrm6qLw4V3BMsgaKFBiyHsLxTjRVsYQNcGjzew/s400/Knit+sleeve+chart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561496830144742834" border="0" /></a>this is a knitting chart for the sleeve of a baby sweater. took this pic during a sunny afternoon sitting on the patio at Silver Lake Coffee. (i do log a lot hours on that patio.) i'm still knitting this sweater. just about to block all the pieces and sew them together.<br />this is another shot involving the baby sweater:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYycGBtIJSY8VylEX6y1f6ibByef6nePHrKJVaHst8rY0BfrZDSMWvzkYG2zD3yoEWFNLkOxjBqUpS-_codO9sUU9YS2uRx1IvA49x28TgIQngT5_lOrrxb55MZfl9A-6T88v5MPcog/s1600/Kaldi+123010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYycGBtIJSY8VylEX6y1f6ibByef6nePHrKJVaHst8rY0BfrZDSMWvzkYG2zD3yoEWFNLkOxjBqUpS-_codO9sUU9YS2uRx1IvA49x28TgIQngT5_lOrrxb55MZfl9A-6T88v5MPcog/s400/Kaldi+123010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561499375037737394" border="0" /></a>this one taken outside Kaldi Coffee in Atwater Village. i was just beginning to knit the right, front side of the cardigan. i'm one cappuccino down, and into an iced americano. :)<br />fun fact: the yarn is cascade's dolly merino purchased at Little Knittery a few doors down from Kaldi.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-22196238305229756702011-01-05T11:08:00.000-08:002011-01-05T12:02:31.906-08:00crutch-b-gone or: rock, sole, danger!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHygPpDr8tIGadwS9kY19FE8G0nRCwjfHsBi7aebuHxxl4yFhgDM571xicJrx1IlKfW0en1Vm_XephqkRfOQIfNLaGqiu1mLFSAIIliUH1g-GWuA9sC56BVK_qOif_hBT4RfLyqXxGw/s1600/Crutches.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHygPpDr8tIGadwS9kY19FE8G0nRCwjfHsBi7aebuHxxl4yFhgDM571xicJrx1IlKfW0en1Vm_XephqkRfOQIfNLaGqiu1mLFSAIIliUH1g-GWuA9sC56BVK_qOif_hBT4RfLyqXxGw/s400/Crutches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558781085184391186" border="0" /></a>in mid-october i broke the fifth metatarsal bone in my right foot. it's the long bone connected to the pinky toe. it wasn't horrible or too painful, but it definitely changed my day to day life in small ways. Every two weeks i've been going to the podiatrist, having x-rays taken and looking for signs of healing in them. after four weeks of this i realized just how slow this area is to heal and that i could stop bringing that right shoe with me on appointment days. After 2 1/2 months of my using crutches, yesterday my doctor told me to walk without them. (!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybNPTR91HvL5HIu6iM2nTsgArRDpnRLPhFmWqSsAcs6nfQkzmP3NUrkTTsnXZfE6_Z_HqFSJUIDwt4C9FXUBJKexzT6QbNaBCQqBSL1cn2POjisdwdI09XZZbJ6kx17cIjflrcMQKlg/s1600/Shoe.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybNPTR91HvL5HIu6iM2nTsgArRDpnRLPhFmWqSsAcs6nfQkzmP3NUrkTTsnXZfE6_Z_HqFSJUIDwt4C9FXUBJKexzT6QbNaBCQqBSL1cn2POjisdwdI09XZZbJ6kx17cIjflrcMQKlg/s320/Shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558794509125811010" border="0" /></a> i'm still wearing a fashionable black surgery-shoe with velcro fasteners for another two weeks. i might be able to wear sneakers after my next check-up.<br />since i've been given the go-ahead to ditch the crutches i decided this is a good time to list some of the things i've missed being able to do while i had to use them.<br /><br />it is in no particular order. as more things come to me i'm going to add them, but i'll add them to the top so you don't have to scroll down to the bottom to see if anything new has been added.<br /><br /><ul><li>taking walks: haven't taken a walk since october. i've had to drive EVERYWHERE. (think the last walk was to the burger joint w-paul in nyc the day i got hurt)</li><li>using non-disposable dishes and flatware at work: i gave up using the stuff i have at work b/c i couldn't carry it all back and forth to the kitchen in the next bldg to wash it</li><li>climbing onto stools: i have 2 lightbulbs in my apt that have been out since oct. b/c i couldn't climb & balance on a stool to change them</li><li>walking and carrying a coffee cup: the day i realized a travel mug fit in the side pocket of my backpack the world opened up!</li><li>standing comfortably: i'm happy to give my left hip a break.<br /></li><li>wearing vintage jackets & sweaters: i haven't worn any delicate stuff since i put a hole in the arm pit of a lavender cashmere sweater the first time i wore it while on crutches.<br /></li><li>wearing shoes: been limited to wearing sneakers and one boot: my nicer shoes weren't cushy enough to bear all the crutching.</li><li>doing my laundry</li><li>putting away things that belong on shelves</li><li>taking out my garbage without an ordeal</li><li>going on coffee runs in the afternoon at work</li><li>riding my bike</li><li>sewing: i haven't been confident about pulling heavy cartons of fabric out of the closet, and couldn't stand for all the cutting and pressing </li><li>cleaning my apartment: sweet jesus i can't wait to sweep behind the red chair in the living room<br /></li></ul>today i used my over-the-shoulder laptop bag to haul my computer to work instead of loading it into my backpack. i also climbed on a stool to pull a nice sweater down off the shelf.<br /><br />it's a brave new world.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-80937581848962508852010-12-28T17:38:00.000-08:002010-12-28T18:24:02.688-08:00last tuesday afternoon of 2010 in postcards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Jb3ykiZpje8EphfObEoTYLQumfo4Ijue44ytudv8I9P7g-x5w5-8gpJRWWJo3xghNAaOT2yD57uZMtPaqNpZyH2meKHMcdySRV-yzTPy2TKYPSVfeG_RBjiy7Q6yNm7MWBuOZyQ26A/s1600/pc1+bored.jpg"><br /></a> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face { font-family: "Wingdings"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; </style>**this one is to my pal, u. in san francisco. the CDR mentioned in this note is the podcast of <a href="http://www.earwolf.com/episode/episode-85-colin-hanks-paul-f-tompkins-nick-kroll-seth-morris-andy-daly-brett-gelman-neil-ca">Comedy Death Ray.<span style=""> </span>I’m commenting on the Dec. 17 xmas episode</a>. i've never seen "Bored To Death" but i'm a fan of its creator, Jonathan Ames, and actor Zach Galifinakas.**<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Jb3ykiZpje8EphfObEoTYLQumfo4Ijue44ytudv8I9P7g-x5w5-8gpJRWWJo3xghNAaOT2yD57uZMtPaqNpZyH2meKHMcdySRV-yzTPy2TKYPSVfeG_RBjiy7Q6yNm7MWBuOZyQ26A/s1600/pc1+bored.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Jb3ykiZpje8EphfObEoTYLQumfo4Ijue44ytudv8I9P7g-x5w5-8gpJRWWJo3xghNAaOT2yD57uZMtPaqNpZyH2meKHMcdySRV-yzTPy2TKYPSVfeG_RBjiy7Q6yNm7MWBuOZyQ26A/s400/pc1+bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555914790072662466" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tues dec 28<sup>th</sup> 2010 – closing in on the end of the year…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">After what seemed like weeks of uninterrupted rain we’re having some bright, sunny, warm days here.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Warm enough for shorts, but still I’m in pants.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The weather reminds me that I haven’t worn flip-flops in 2 mos.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">TWO MONTHS! What kind of living is this, I ask?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Thinking of popping in @ my local nail salon to just say hello.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The new year provides a good excuse. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">¶ Spent some time @</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">a <a href="http://www.abebooks.com/alias-books-east-los-angeles-ca/7671968/sf">new-ish used book store</a> near Kaldi: found a 1<sup>st</sup> edition of M. Chabon’s “Mysteries of Pittsburgh!” I’m not a collector, but picked it up. $15.oo cheap.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’ve read it so many times. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">¶</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Listened to the <a href="http://www.earwolf.com/episode/episode-85-colin-hanks-paul-f-tompkins-nick-kroll-seth-morris-andy-daly-brett-gelman-neil-ca">CDR xmas special.</a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">A Bob Ducca ailment caused me to laugh loudly @ SL Coffee.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Good thing the patio was empty but for me. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">**I once visited with my sister Deb while she made a meatloaf of ground turkey.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">At one point as I helped her by pouring dried oatmeal into the bowl as she mixed it she asked, “do you put oatmeal in your meatloaf?”</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Unless lentil burritos are considered “meatloaf”, I’ve never made one.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">That she thought I had my own “meatloaf method” killed me. this card is going to her.**</span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eD9hGa8mxK0Eoob5a1Qib8TmhDbgLM8yJYVpdV_RsGAH9jOTwq3R5niBPbll8DWxD8BWjSYtVnQsEd43N6yUidQ6IgSAfKfXX9EzxuuxGaOXHzNxlXsf_SVhpY86AcHEAiP5DhtzfA/s1600/pc2+elvis.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eD9hGa8mxK0Eoob5a1Qib8TmhDbgLM8yJYVpdV_RsGAH9jOTwq3R5niBPbll8DWxD8BWjSYtVnQsEd43N6yUidQ6IgSAfKfXX9EzxuuxGaOXHzNxlXsf_SVhpY86AcHEAiP5DhtzfA/s400/pc2+elvis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555914619968385570" border="0" /></a> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face { font-family: "Wingdings"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">12.28.2010</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">So, Elvis’ cook used saltines where you use oatmeal.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Maybe it’s a southern thing. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Funny, I’ve had this postcard for <u>years</u> waiting for just the right recipient.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">When I saw it today I said, “yes!” ¶ Thank you for the merry xmas text your sent!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">@ 6:30 am.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><u>You</u> are an earlier riser than the rest of us.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The double whammy of broken-foot & torrential rains kept me from my xmas ritual of hiking followed by a movie.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Spent the morning putting on soup in the slow-cooker.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Spent the evening sitting at an outdoor café chatting w-a woman who reminded me of my pal, Vinnie, drinking cappuccinos.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Today is bright & sunny – I’m soaking in sun, sipping iced coffee, writing post-cards & watching the neighborhood go by the café patio.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’m off until Jan. 3.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Work is shut.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Still can’t walk</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">w-o crutches, so I’m a bit stir crazy.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">This sun is helping, tho.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Spectacular day!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve got the wrong zip code for me!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">**for a couple years now i've received letters from my sister even though she's using the wrong zip-code.**<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >**this to my friend and college-era housemate, s. in santa rosa.</span><br /></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUZJyoOj-ICV9x_VxY-GUD_p2kLYuvYO17_Ct3wYWvxIacah9WmjzPUQww72Dr_UvkRLOoa6QfupjCHmM1W3xhkuR9bwnIaFrFMboYXH2xrvtN3h3VD0PevPwdvcUvwDCSTJpRVkKIg/s1600/pc3+stump.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUZJyoOj-ICV9x_VxY-GUD_p2kLYuvYO17_Ct3wYWvxIacah9WmjzPUQww72Dr_UvkRLOoa6QfupjCHmM1W3xhkuR9bwnIaFrFMboYXH2xrvtN3h3VD0PevPwdvcUvwDCSTJpRVkKIg/s400/pc3+stump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555914456824313762" border="0" /></a> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face { font-family: "Wingdings"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hey! It’s the last Tuesday of the year… After the days & nights of crazy rain & cloudy days we’ve got some brilliant, sunny, warm weather.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The days are still short: The sun is down by 5pm, but while it’s up, I’m gonna be sitting here. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">¶ This is the kind of day that has a person resolve to Do Something.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">To Get Things Done and Be a Good Person.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">You see Potential.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’m fortunate that I have enough experience w-this feeling tht I’m not writing down any of the ideas for action nthat are popping into my head: the enjoyable part is just considering them all.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The good stuff will surface again on a not-sun-soaked afternoon.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">When I am willing to act on it. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I think the coffee has plenty to do with it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">And the groovy tunes.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Man, the advent of the walkman in the 80s changed my young life.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">And here I am w-an mp3 player & headphones in 2010.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">But, of course!</span></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >**this one to my pal, mel: my college-drop-out-era housemate, and old friend.**</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWELah9WiWY9O0foihDmAeOjd1IbSb_R8z1fZrPnsY_DuyIHFM4WdUmMclIK1RIPe5uXWlBksU645KA8VPYl-7cjJAKUnBv56dWeBWyx8ZtjIPABtw1WmB3vmeSD8QEk3wVC3byLbilA/s1600/pc4+mel.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWELah9WiWY9O0foihDmAeOjd1IbSb_R8z1fZrPnsY_DuyIHFM4WdUmMclIK1RIPe5uXWlBksU645KA8VPYl-7cjJAKUnBv56dWeBWyx8ZtjIPABtw1WmB3vmeSD8QEk3wVC3byLbilA/s400/pc4+mel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555917002974875874" border="0" /></a><br /><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face { font-family: "Wingdings"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">3:15p – from a still sunny spot on the patio of Kaldi Coffee – Atwater Village.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The sun is bright & warm today, but it is still winter so it’s low in the sky.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Although it’s still early</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">in the afternoon the shadows are getting long.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">This time of year, at this time of day I am unsettled, trying to remember which café patio has direct sunlight the longest. [I think it’s <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/69tOUW61gu2s8mKICPZuvw?select=Slol7AZBJjLaG-uVIBEdmA">Silver Lake Coffee </a>– will likely head there soon]</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’m looking for the highest ground on the north side of the street. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">¶</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">30 min ago I was feeling all the potential & momentum that a dry sunny day brings after rain.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">But then I went into the café to order a cappuccino.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Had to wait for a while.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Then had to put additional coins in the parking meter.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">By the time I sat down the spell was broken.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The breeze is stirring, cool.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">But then!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I took a sip of this coffee:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">brilliant! AND the song, <a href="http://ilike.myspacecdn.com/play#Laura+Veirs:Lake+Swimming:369332:s29905356.8809844.2128432.0.1.80%2Cstd_542fd49db7c6a7329d42d936a47d82e3">“Lake Swimming” by Laura Veirs</a> came up on the mp3 player.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Gorgeous! ¶</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I brought knitting, a novel & postcards out today.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ended up just writing postcards.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Something I noticed: when I’m writing letters or p-cards, I spend time looking around @ traffic, people, birds, the sky.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">When I’m knitting, I’m always looking @ what I’m working on.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">This is a good enough reason to write at least one p-card every time I plant myself @ a café.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Make the most of being in a public place.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">:)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Think I’ll pull out a quilt top in progress from the depths of the closet tonight. Haven’t sewn in months & it’s starting to wear on me.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Boxed up this proj. over a year ago.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Alright then:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">IT’S ON! (there’s that potential I was talking about!)</span></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">**I notice that while I am writing the last card I am trying to recapture the glow I felt in the third.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">So much so that I dare to write down a Big Idea when I said I wouldn’t.**</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">transcription stuff of note:</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">snax: avocado, cucumber tomato sandwich. xmas cookies from u. in sf!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >tunes: richard swift: the atlantic ocean; duke's birth announcement mix</span><br /></p>ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-84422743243082712412010-12-21T12:00:00.000-08:002010-12-21T12:19:21.643-08:00cuffs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKiHl00ZRfWD-pYDv6CioY5rzX7coNkmuDQ2A7iZTCRLxggeOTN9eI7e-00_vqWwMI8gSePkoIfeCvi460N6Z-SvWmmrzvilPsdsBkaCOMevngFmBKyKHg_JepucDvINwJWYmJwzHDA/s1600/Cuffs.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKiHl00ZRfWD-pYDv6CioY5rzX7coNkmuDQ2A7iZTCRLxggeOTN9eI7e-00_vqWwMI8gSePkoIfeCvi460N6Z-SvWmmrzvilPsdsBkaCOMevngFmBKyKHg_JepucDvINwJWYmJwzHDA/s400/Cuffs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553227929806731522" border="0" /></a>saw this lying on the ground near the dumpster at my apt. bldg.<br />not sure if my neighbors are fugitives or fetishists.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-38668344741206619092010-10-08T10:45:00.000-07:002010-10-08T11:21:19.883-07:00Cheez-Its, Etc<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-h94xuAflzXU8qOa6f7klEeDgM0Ll2EhugXJzWWkMYr91242IPn-XFQco6NEJVuY5yX17xw6PVE6slshzsHVqtyCXG7ZOSy6IuRcuHD7RgKykAL5RRYMobzku2n2mHxjDncajADED2w/s1600/Roos2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-h94xuAflzXU8qOa6f7klEeDgM0Ll2EhugXJzWWkMYr91242IPn-XFQco6NEJVuY5yX17xw6PVE6slshzsHVqtyCXG7ZOSy6IuRcuHD7RgKykAL5RRYMobzku2n2mHxjDncajADED2w/s400/Roos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525733826380402594" border="0" /></a><br />**special props to BeeKay of <a href="http://fancyitalianwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/santiago-de-compostela-friends-and.html">Fancy Italian Words</a> for today's title**<br /><br /><br />just about two months ago i made a whirlwind trip to Chicago. left los angeles at 4:30am on saturday and was back sunday at 10pm.<br /><br />i don't know that i have much time to write about that short trip, but these things happened:<br /><br />--4:30 am run to Ontario airport with <a href="http://easilyfooled.blogspot.com/">easily fooled</a> quoting "30 Rock" and dishing season 1 of "Mad Man" the entire way<br />--right off the blue line in Humboldt Park popped into the <a href="http://chicago.metromix.com/bars-and-clubs/neighborhood_bar/boiler-room-logan-square/1639451/content">Boiler Room</a> for a restorative before heading to hotel s & s for some of this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FHGjU2NoL4WcjOyXXI-9L3a62txUdSwRH9p1HPVNeQjxCLAxeihiMq5YRjvJfbuQ2kOpmMK7e3k3ICpgzKc9Lo_Dj7DGGyt91XiUeVrGWmB6f-7t4Ero3tvZb-GYpcSz0XiILKA6vg/s1600/47033_1572441834448_1337590285_1534190_632751_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FHGjU2NoL4WcjOyXXI-9L3a62txUdSwRH9p1HPVNeQjxCLAxeihiMq5YRjvJfbuQ2kOpmMK7e3k3ICpgzKc9Lo_Dj7DGGyt91XiUeVrGWmB6f-7t4Ero3tvZb-GYpcSz0XiILKA6vg/s400/47033_1572441834448_1337590285_1534190_632751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525735576473506194" border="0" /></a>--and this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwq8XJa5lKLZ6dKr3m-1J91P0YrDtiuLHygxg29yYivC3nfbo2nsh3bdN-gitHsKDM92Pfc309t4uA58utAUMV7HA57XLZua6hcFwJVxdo3g6Yy1mckK5o7XnDmFze06H8NxTw8IQDw/s1600/45880_1572442434463_1337590285_1534199_8356965_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwq8XJa5lKLZ6dKr3m-1J91P0YrDtiuLHygxg29yYivC3nfbo2nsh3bdN-gitHsKDM92Pfc309t4uA58utAUMV7HA57XLZua6hcFwJVxdo3g6Yy1mckK5o7XnDmFze06H8NxTw8IQDw/s400/45880_1572442434463_1337590285_1534199_8356965_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525738703182495362" border="0" /></a><br />--at 3am cabbed to chez <a href="http://www.superschein.com/">superschein</a> to find a bed all set up for me.<br />--woke at 9:30am to the sound of the toddle upstairs running wind sprints on the wood floor.<br />--then breakfast with allison @ over easy: my. favorite. breakfast. spot. in. chicago. *swoon*<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkfLUeZGj2paBoB6JcaNdcdkRv92HJOVAzAUlcCUD-QBkoejHCyT11HoXInSHSFHzIw2wl4G4uIOz50IVOqv8-NlT17wyXtW7jYoKhnvKhaVACX4tznjX4belgt8vBc528M1-eRGuFw/s1600/Allison+%40+OE.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkfLUeZGj2paBoB6JcaNdcdkRv92HJOVAzAUlcCUD-QBkoejHCyT11HoXInSHSFHzIw2wl4G4uIOz50IVOqv8-NlT17wyXtW7jYoKhnvKhaVACX4tznjX4belgt8vBc528M1-eRGuFw/s400/Allison+%40+OE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525736389815706450" border="0" /></a><br />(i agree that the humpty dumpty painting back there is creepy.)<br /><br />what's really brewing under this clumsy string of pix is what the week of my birthday was like. i'm not implying besotted shenanigans, but a small thing, the arrivial of a piece of correspondence in my mailbox, that changed things. for the better. but still, felt like i'd gotten walloped with a big fish. i'm not trying to be coy by being vague, i just don't have time to get into it.<br /><br />also: the rest of the week was pretty terrific.. :)ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798358004438726503.post-69477368985707385922010-08-07T10:11:00.000-07:002010-08-07T14:23:24.926-07:0010am and things are HAPPENING!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEihbM0kXe7ilgXB7jysIK5tIy0hr5ktif0HWcXhG5oG9K3ckp_sES_9TD5O4UikNjY79rXZIiXzjIhWc7CdEmmYi9QsA3zw_48FGjp_wh6O5XNWEiPZ65h7YyIfRcPXnp8EweTzbBg/s1600/Flr+1.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFBkZp7YvFIzsiCPSnLG4P7Qxo5qixtX-T1bzXreQlUD4tPNg2Vx0C36TA3r2yP_1-oBhyaxfIn1O-yrjaISfx3eNxwhDe5mHYqSGiG-ZcILgAJwmQPos9ioEEKN96eAhSO5yYTthDA/s1600/Retrvd+items.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFBkZp7YvFIzsiCPSnLG4P7Qxo5qixtX-T1bzXreQlUD4tPNg2Vx0C36TA3r2yP_1-oBhyaxfIn1O-yrjaISfx3eNxwhDe5mHYqSGiG-ZcILgAJwmQPos9ioEEKN96eAhSO5yYTthDA/s400/Retrvd+items.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502743973372826162" border="0" /></a><br />Barry and Ben, the floor installers are here and making changes in the kitchen!<br />the fridge and stove are in the vestibule. the old lino is coming up!<br />here are some articles that Ben found when he moved the fridge:<br /><br />Before they leave they are also going to move my piano away from the wall so i can paint back there! i've been wanting to paint that wall, but couldn't bring myself to ask my friends to move the piano. it's a player, and just too heavy. but i will be more comfortable asking them to move it only once, back against the wall.<br /><br />more to come!<br /><br />the gents pulled the piano away from the wall and discovered <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBz2_k38ylZt1HWMjyhAVxE7QmIbi7OkjaIa5pPon5mK8wjQjHlwPkWzN-1I9fJPY-kx86L5id1ubNk2aKBijsL4LM75X-1pN3dva-36houtqFaX5vMToF7BoaArdpGGIVX3WWNmziQ/s1600/Piano+out.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBz2_k38ylZt1HWMjyhAVxE7QmIbi7OkjaIa5pPon5mK8wjQjHlwPkWzN-1I9fJPY-kx86L5id1ubNk2aKBijsL4LM75X-1pN3dva-36houtqFaX5vMToF7BoaArdpGGIVX3WWNmziQ/s320/Piano+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502742459713920322" border="0" /></a>a lost set of house keys. today is full of found stuff already.<br />here are some progress shots:<br />the piano away from the wall. i've started taping off the mouldings.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me behind the piano! haven't been back here for almost 7 years.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrKpy9MJ0KHNCTAWmvC7Z3Ecm4bRU0YsNAEgJDZTagivd5YB5CsCYCbsTnfJ0YrUvyNFkMLyGUuhAgtDPAvY9Gep9uaSCK3jqwzXEgd0ZZO3UUl7BEYLqLwk0Dt4zvz9KqEB438h5jQ/s1600/Bend+piano.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrKpy9MJ0KHNCTAWmvC7Z3Ecm4bRU0YsNAEgJDZTagivd5YB5CsCYCbsTnfJ0YrUvyNFkMLyGUuhAgtDPAvY9Gep9uaSCK3jqwzXEgd0ZZO3UUl7BEYLqLwk0Dt4zvz9KqEB438h5jQ/s320/Bend+piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502742715711647650" border="0" /></a><br />floor progress shot: the wood flooring laid down, awaiting the application of cement.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC33ljC7r3PKJSh6Xawi3K-yBS29zkW7uaqeYnNb7ZspLgXzMRBOW8uobIJ6yYjzk0ASMejdPyWUdPOL14pLGAroHmGFx5cD00kODhdIqxFaXMxhvmVVbhYekZ72LRr3TyiaQhpvaVbg/s1600/Floor+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC33ljC7r3PKJSh6Xawi3K-yBS29zkW7uaqeYnNb7ZspLgXzMRBOW8uobIJ6yYjzk0ASMejdPyWUdPOL14pLGAroHmGFx5cD00kODhdIqxFaXMxhvmVVbhYekZ72LRr3TyiaQhpvaVbg/s400/Floor+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502743010853614946" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjem-7JFcT9YgRGQbnTLhyphenhyphenSdr7hYmFufzMmTJkuK11rPes74f2Dndyc-zGzITa9UOSnHBeEqa_NFtlb6Jl1yFMYHv71VVL3aQ5oYSR5MJMNFP8W-dUGbtZwmcUqDbLOq1LFhAFKjI3wDA/s1600/Floor+2.jpg"><br /></a>and now i'm running out of energy. and masking tape. as long as i get a chunk out of this task this morning i'll be confident i can get it all finished, and piano back in place by sunday afternoon. oof. now i have to move a cabinet of cds to get to part of the piano wall. <span style="font-style: italic;">need food...<br /></span><span>DONE! <br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEihbM0kXe7ilgXB7jysIK5tIy0hr5ktif0HWcXhG5oG9K3ckp_sES_9TD5O4UikNjY79rXZIiXzjIhWc7CdEmmYi9QsA3zw_48FGjp_wh6O5XNWEiPZ65h7YyIfRcPXnp8EweTzbBg/s1600/Flr+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEihbM0kXe7ilgXB7jysIK5tIy0hr5ktif0HWcXhG5oG9K3ckp_sES_9TD5O4UikNjY79rXZIiXzjIhWc7CdEmmYi9QsA3zw_48FGjp_wh6O5XNWEiPZ65h7YyIfRcPXnp8EweTzbBg/s400/Flr+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502781030307662978" border="0" /></a>I'll take a clearer pic of the tile after i've eaten. i thought they'd be done about an hour ago, so i hadn't planned to be w/o lunch. it's lovely! they did a terrific job! <br />oh man...hungry...more when i come back.ms. yvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00382737901348111527noreply@blogger.com3