Monday, August 31, 2009

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

What's in a name? Pt. 2

I found out some great news during the swim the other night!
I was not named after my dad's dead ex after all!!!

So, for all of my life, I thought that I was named after my dad's deceased ex-girlfriend. The story went that my mom would suggest all of these potential names for fetal me, "Judy...?" My dad would say no. "Kathy...?" My dad would shoot that down as well and on and on and on. Then, finally, he suggested Grace and my exacerbated mom liked it enough at the time and it was settled. Months down the line, mom goes on to discover that Grace was the name of dad's ex. Furious, steaming, but too late.

Waterlogged, my brother swam up beside me and said that my cousin named his baby (middle name) after me. Dumbfounded, I said, "No he didn't, it's is a family name!" (We also have an aunt named Grace). "Well, I was named after dad's dead girlfriend, anyhow." Here comes the shocker... "No you weren't!" he exclaimed, "You were named after Grace Kelly! Dad's ex-girlfriend's name was
Tracy. Mom has her memories mixed up."

WOOT!!! YEAH!!! This changes everything! (nothing?)

What are the origins of your name?

Monday, August 24, 2009

Adult Swim

Argon again. I brought my parents dinner. My brother came over as well. We ate on the couch, he ate at the table. I griped at my mom for not eating enough. Too soon afterwards, for me, we all went for a night swim. I wore a bathing suit of my mom's. It was an eggplant one piece with high cut "they-make-your-legs-look-longer" thigh holes. Some velvet and mesh were also involved, but I was too busy trying to keep my fatty pubis contained to notice.

Mom led the way, always the gatekeeper. As we entered, a neighbor at the other end of the pool was straddling a neon green styrofoam noodle. He eyed us sideways. My brother said, "We're minorities." I responded, "Not in the grand scheme of things." We synchronously sunk into the pool. Noodledude bounced up and down on the tubular foam a few more times. Then, Dad swam 'cross the imaginary line to ND's half of the pool. He left shortly after this egregious violation of unspoken public swim etiquette.

Dad looked thin. The foot long scar on his stomach appeared more prominent than normal. His nipples, small like Kate Moss', only darker. It was the first time we swam together in forever, it felt. A decade, perhaps? We floated on our backs. We did the otter thing. We totally fucking did the otter thing. We reminisced about (at times reenacted) how he taught me how to swim at the Best Western pool on Boston Post Road. And how after our swim seshes, he'd take me to Dairy Queen to get a dipped cone, hair still wet, emanating chlorine.

I could really go for one right about now.

Sunday, August 23, 2009


Spent the day making some backbreaking progress on my declutter mission. YAY! Also, "installed" our new doormat.
I know I've filled out similar memes before, but to my delight, I was tagged by the foxy Jayne from Stop It Right Now! How in the world could I not fulfill her wishes? Here we go again.

What is your current obsession?
Minimalism, decluttering, organization
What is your horoscope and do you relate?
I would say I strongly relate to Scorpio traits.
- Loyal
- Passionate
- Resourceful
- Observant
- Dynamic
- Jealous
- Obsessive
- Suspicious
- Manipulative
- Unyielding
What are you wearing today?
White Uniqlo dress; Pierre Hardy for Gap platforms; Miu Miu bow headband; silver Porter clutch
What is the last thing you bought?
What’s for dinner?
Salmon & salad
What’s your favorite decade, fashion wise?
The 1960's mod, for sure.
What are your must haves for summer?
A/C, tons of dresses, & iced green tea.
What would you love to be able to afford?
To be able to pay off our parents' houses & have some (read: a lot) cash left over to travel.
What is your favorite piece of clothing from your own wardrobe?
My $5 jeans from a train station in Japan. They're amazingly soft & stretchy.
International Woman of Leisure
What’s your favorite magazine?
I've lost my fervor for glossies as of late, but will always admire Paris Vogue & The Economist.
What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
Blandness. "Good taste is better than bad taste, but bad taste is better than no taste at all." -A. Bennett
Describe your personal style?
Dark, modern, sleek
(at least in my mind...not sure how it translates, hah!)
Which Beatle is your favorite?
George, but I find Paul's lips to be the most smoochable.
What are you proud of?
My amazing friends.

Passing this on to. . . anyone who is up for a good meme.

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Dear Whit,

Happy Birthday. Thank you for being my rock and moral compass. I admire your kindness, charm, and sincerity more than you'll ever know. I love you and am so proud of you.

Yours ever,

Friday, August 21, 2009


I'd like to wear the top outfit to a board meeting & the bottom one to your birthday party.

alexander mcqueen via

Thursday, August 20, 2009

U.F.: Otter Edition

I have a new favorite blog: The Daily Otter
Trust me, minute 1:20 will KILL. YOU. DEAD.

by way of Chloe's blog

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Let's be Frank...

Dear Barney,

Could you be any more awesome? You're my favorite for a reason.

Yours ever,


I found this via Swiss Miss. I'm pretty anonymous when it comes to Googlebating, so I decided to search my blog title instead. It came up with "online," "books," and "aggression." HAHAHAHAHA.
"Aaron Zinman’s Personas uses sophisticated natural language processing and the Internet to create a data portrait of one’s aggregated online identity. In short, Personas shows you how the Internet sees you. Get your own profile: Personas Project."

Not to be confused with Phyllis Diller...

I have a confession: I still buy CDs.
(and LPs, but they don't really count because they're timeless)

But, compact discs feel ever-so dated. Does anyone else still purchase music in this format? Our friend Steven had ordered Phyllis Dillon's "Love Is All I Had: A Tribute to the Queen of Jamaican Soul" for me a while back. I had completely forgotten this request until R came home with it the other night. It's so yum & makes me so feel so happy and carefree. It's the cure all for road rage.

When I did a Google Image Search for "Phyllis Dillon,"
the adorable artist above popped up. Turns out Mariana is a fan, too.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

It's only Wednesday??

EDIT: Oh fuck, it's clearly only Tuesday. My bad.

Mission: Stamp out inner clutterbug

Saturday night, I sat on the parquet floor, cross legged and dejected. I had just come to the realization that I was a clutterbug.

R: What's wrong?
I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway.
me: Am I a clutterbug?
R: Yes, but that's why I'm here, to clean up after you.
me: But, you shouldn't have to! I will try to be better.
R: Mmmhmmm.... (all sassy-like)
me: What?! You don't believe me?!
R: No, I believe you, but you might forget to try.

The next morning I woke up with a mission. I tackled our junk drawer --almost every drawer is a junk drawer-- but this one was particularly bad. I had purchased a drawer organizer a while back and crap had accumulated both underneath it and over it. The little plastic tray was suspended in a sea of shit. Then, I organized our pantry and recycled a million shopping bags. After seeing that mountain of bags, I'm really going to try to get better about using our canvas bags. Ugh. Gross.

"Houston, we have a bag problem."
only 2/3rds pictured

Get off your lazy ass and do these things:
  • De-clutter/polish nightstands
  • Clean out lower kitchen cabinets
  • Throw out my busted Montel Williams blender, RIP  (returned to manufacturer!)
  • Organize kitchen drawers
  • Rearrange dining room bookshelf
  • Create stationery/ephemera station in office
  • Finish organizing letters
  • Clean out closet bins
  • Purge clothes unworn in the past year (2?)
  • Refold clothes on shelves
  • Make a Goodwill donation run
  • Clean out bathroom cabinets/drawers
  • Organize hall "linen" closet currently housing DVDs, CDs, & 7"s
  • Organize guest bedding
  • Sort/throw out dog toys
Okay. I think that's it. That's the road to a cleaner, meaner me. The path to minimalist heaven. I know this makes for mega dry reading, but I figure if I make a public declaration here, then I will be held accountable. I'll be referring to this site and may need to call in the troops (just kidding). Wish me luck!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Gratitudes: Monday Edition

Ginny reminds us never to take the small things in life for granted. She taught me how to count my gratitudes and for that I am eternally grateful. Doing so never fails to brighten my day & help me gain some perspective. She posted a my list from this weekend on her fairytalesweet blog, My Favorite Color is Shiny. Thanks, Ginny!

Today I am grateful for:
  • Tempurpedic mattresses- 've never had a better night's sleep.
  • sweet, pleasant coworkers- always make going to work easier.
  • having the ability to travel- I'm already jonesin' for airplane air.
  • my friends- I have a new found appreciation for them as I get older.
  • thoughtful gifts- It's definitely much more fun giving than receiving.
  • my dog and the way she'll crawl up on my chest every time I lie down on the bed.
  • the talented Little Ghosts, who made this gorgeous custom papercut for my friend's wedding. Check our her blog & shop!

What are you thankful for this Monday morn'?

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Can't wait to see baby Vino again when we go to Japan this November!
(No animals were hurt in the taking of this photo)

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Friday, August 14, 2009

Now Playing: Hooves Edition

(click to enlarge at your own risk)

My brain is scrambled from the heat. Do you have any great plans this weekend? I'm going to get a pedicure. Hopefully, Fashionable Coke Nail will be working. I should really drag the owner of the hooves above along with me.

Don't get me wrong, I just LOVE Tommy from Jak&Jil, absolutely love love love. I even dedicated an entire series to him. But, 'the fuck was homeboy smoking when he snapped the 2nd photo? Yeah, I mean, the shoes are nice, a little ho-hum, but look at those toenails! Those calluses! That smashed little piggy at the end! I would just internet-die if my beat up plates of meat showed up on a hot fashion blog. The poor, poor woman.

photos by jak&jil

Baked beans, anybody?

Ann-Margret as Nora Walker Hobbs in Ken Russell’s “Tommy,” 1975

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

steak in bed

Johnny: Gracie! A question you might be uniquely suited to answer with authority as an Arizonan foodie: last night my dad took me out for steak and gave the leftovers. I accidentally left them out of the fridge all night, and now I'm playing hookie from work and those unrefrigerated summer night's leftovers are looking good. What do you think the REAL chances of my getting sick from wolfing 'em might be?
me: hey! um, i always subscribe to "when in doubt, throw it out." eat some ramen, baby!

{...a few minutes elapse...}

Johnny's new status message - Eating steak in bed! 10:52 AM

god speed.
livin' on the wild side!
Johnny: I'm just another manimal livin' on the Island of Doctor Moreau, I guess!
Johnny: Let's do biochemical research into what allows dogs and rats and hyenas to ea
Johnny: ahem...and vultures to eat some rotten-ass meat and not get sick! I'll sprinkle whatever we come up with on my slow-roasted leftovers like Beano!
me: sounds good. i think that can be arranged with the scientists here at my work. off to the vivarium!
art by Mark Ryden

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Good riddance, John Hughes*

Even though I'm wasn't exactly a male in high school during the 80's (my poor brother was), I still couldn't hang upside down from a bunk bed without my "friends" incessantly insisting that I repeat, "What's happenin', hot stuff?" Thus, I would avoid the climbing on the top bunk at sleepovers at all costs. At least they casted a real Asian American and forgone Mickey Rooney.

*juuust kidding- my heart goes out to the Hughes family for their loss.
(not kidding about the bunk bed thing)
comic by Adrian Tomine

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Desultory Delights: No. 2

I'm off to my best friend's wedding in Pasadena for the remainder of the week. I shall leave you with another installment of desultory delights. If I keep this up, I may just have to change the name of this series! Oh well, the content will continue to be delightfully disjointed.

Much to my dismay, I can barely sausage shimmy into my bridesmaid dress. I think I'm going to have to remove a few ribs before Saturday. Shame on me for believing, "I'll order the smaller size, as it will motivate me to shed a few before the wedding."

Time flies like a bat outta hell, don't it? So cliche, but true. I guess all those ice cream sandwiches for breakfast, countless cocktails, and drumsticks were not so kind to my arse. I just hope I don't pass out up there. That would be ultra hilarious though.

R says I'm experiencing bridesmaid anxiety. Bless his little heart for allowing me to drag him to a wedding where he knows no one and where I'll be abandoning him for most of the time. He will need special treats & extra TLC. ♥

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Monday, August 03, 2009

Bella turned six today.
Old ladydog.
background by hedi slimane