"Can I sail through the changing ocean tides, can I handle the seasons of my life?"
Monday, April 22, 2024
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
The Beatles, Ranked! The Bottom, or the Not so Fab
Monday, April 8, 2024
Rethinking Black
Black is...
Taste: the flavorful, crispy bits on a well-prepared rare steak
Touch: the powder fine ash left after burning leaves
Smell: the industrial smell of hydraulic brakes
Hear: Pearl Jam, Ten album
Friday, April 5, 2024
Typing Out Loud: For Emily
Every year, I have to take the oath "I consider it an honor and a privilege" to be an official in figure skating. It may come across as a little Pollyanna-ish, but I do. How amazing it is to get the best seats in the house to see someone demonstrate to you how much they love the sport.
And that's why it hurts that there's one less pair of skates on the ice.
A skater I am familiar with died in a car crash along with her mother and brother on Easter morning. I didn't know her well, I can't even tell you honestly if I have said more than "good job" as I passed her in a lobby going from rink to hospitality.
Still, my heart hurts.
She was a lower-level skater and at the age of 16, wasn't destined for nationals. But I knew who she was every time she took the ice. She was an active team member of her high school skating team, continued to compete when and where she could, and demonstrated every time she took the ice how much she loved the sport. I'm pleased I was the one who suggested her to Ginni as a way to expand her team. I was looking forward to her going to college and watching her represent her university because I knew she would continue.
Like other skaters before her - Hanna, Jenna, India, Megan - I was looking forward to watching her grow into a confident and capable young woman.
USFS frowns upon commenting on skaters on social media, but since this is a memorial, I deserve a pass. If someone sees this and wants to report it, go ahead. Rest in peace, Emily. I'm going to miss you.
Monday, April 1, 2024
Best Meal I Ever Ate, Soup
A trip to see the in-laws for what we dubbed "Birthankmas" in 2012 resulted in this glorious concoction, the best bowl of soup I ever ate.
Unfortunately, Facebook check-ins weren’t what they are now and I can’t recall the name of the restaurant, just that it was a hole in the wall near a hospital in Lopezville, Texas.
It was the day's special and simply listed as chicken soup.
The broth was rich and hearty, and loaded with fresh vegetables and chicken. I’m a lazy potato boiler and didn’t mind the chunks with the skin still on. Option to add rice if I wanted - which I did. I remember giving Dave the tortillas. It was one of the few times I had cilantro and it tasted great; usually, it tastes like metallic soap.
I do have to dole out some love for my favorite everyday soup, the hot and sour soup at First Wok. It's been a go-to since I first moved to the Grand Rapids area and the lunch special was $6.50. It's now $13 and I don't even care.
Special shout out to a long-gone favorite in Saint Louis called Applegates. It was a deli with a soup bar, where on any given day you could select one of 24 different soups. My favorite was the tomato basil with cheese ravioli.
Friday, March 29, 2024
That's It, Just One Line - Burning For You
"Time everlasting, time to play B sides."
Happy birthday to my love, who always takes time for B sides, and whose love is everlasting.
Friday, March 22, 2024
#700: The Beatles, Ranked! The NAs
Post #700 if I'm counting correctly!
As posted previously, I dialed down my ambition to rank all the Beatles songs, deciding on a top, a bottom, and this, the mysterious unranked. Why? Because The Beatles Bible and I are kinda murky on how to define them. The songs exist, but some are technically not Beatles tracks, some barely exist, starting life as a Beatles song but ending up with others, and then....?
Yellow Submarine soundtrack: The symphony tracks are credited to George Martin for scenes from the cartoon, such as Sea of Holes, Pepperland, and March of the Meanies. Part of the lore, but not Beatles tracks.
Written by and/or performed by others: Lennon and McCartney song credits for Cilla Black, Billy J. Cramer, Peter and Gordon, and of course, band performances backing Tony Sheridan.
Nonsensical jams: There's just not enough to judge these one-minute or less musical interludes that barely pass as songs.
Mystery songs: All for Love, a song by McCartney/Harrison; Catswalk and September in the Rain, songs Stu wanted to perform at auditions that never made it to tape; and the holy grail of mysterious recordings, Carnival of Light.
Friday, March 15, 2024
Secret Life of Objects, Famous Artist Finger Puppet Theatre
So I got Andy well over 15 years ago as a Christmas present from my sister-in-law Denise, who popped it in a Keith Haring coffee mug. I loved him.
Fast forward to 2017, when I was at a conference in Florida, and Jen and I took a day to wander the Dali museum, and Salvador joined Andy on the corkboard.
Well, I spotted Pablo at the Art Institute over Christmas and suddenly, there were three.
Frida sat in my Amazon cart until I was warned there were less than 7 left and I'd better order soon.
I'm delighted by their personalities and think they will serve as a welcome distraction on days that are short on brain power and ambition.
Perhaps Famous Artists Finger Puppet Theatre will become a new feature, a series of one-act plays…
Friday, March 8, 2024
Rethinking Brown
Brown is...
Taste: chocolate
Touch: aged, pebbled leather
Smell: a hot pretzel
Hear: soft folk on an acoustic guitar on open mike night
Friday, March 1, 2024
Best Meal I Ever Ate, Sushi
When I worked in the Central West End in Saint Louis, I was kind of lonely at lunchtime as outside of the occasional meeting or getaway, everyone I worked with did their own thing. The Al-Anon building next door always had stellar burgers and chips for $3. I do remember fondly walking the neighborhood and taking in a few choice spots like the Chase Park Plaza with Judith or hitting the Indian buffet with Prashant, my print vendor.
But I was also the only one at Catholic Charities with a hankering for sushi in a hot, humid climate.
I can't remember how I found I Love Mr Sushi since it was a hole-in-the-wall in an area I didn't drive through, but Yoshi made it a destination for lunch. "Hello, hello!" he would greet me, gesturing to an open spot at the bar, and feeding me a bite of whatever roll he was experimenting with.
My favorite item to order there was one of three $10 lunch specials that always included green tea, ginger salad, and miso soup. The extra I always ordered was the salmon skin hand roll - a cone of rice, cucumber, radish greens, spicy sauce, and toasty salmon skin. I wish I knew what made them so incredible, and I haven't had better since.
This is also where I first experienced vegetable tempura, white tuna, and caviar.
I'd roll back into the office, full and satisfied but not stuffed.
It's been almost 20 years since I last ate there. Yoshi moved on to open a restaurant in the western suburbs then he closed up shop without explanation. People still mourn his disappearance. Checking online, the lunch specials at Mr. Sushi are still the same, they're just $15 now. Maybe if I make it back there during the week someday...
Thursday, February 22, 2024
Thursday, February 15, 2024
Secret Life of Objects: My Dempsey Weekender Set
I took Pia to Chicago over Christmas and sloppily threw things in a tote bag for our overnight adventure. I didn’t like the look. The bag was five years old, an inexpensive striped beach bag from Ron Jon Surf Shop. Things were spilling out and the bag was dirty.
Then a few weeks ago, I found myself killing time at the outlets making a return and saw this at Coach, the Dempsey 40 tote and matching toiletry case. The story of my toiletry case is even sadder, a teal plastic train case obtained from Clinique as one of those "free with purchase" makeup bags from 15 years ago.
I walked away because I couldn’t justify the price tag. I thought about the crass commercialism of our culture, need vs. want, and the fact January is the time when I purge cupboards and closets of our excess. Then I thought about excess - I have bags, did I really need another one? I am guilty of the FOMO mentality, the fear of missing out.
I thought about it for the next two weeks. Coach didn't help by geofencing my location and urging me to buy with a daily email nudge.
I was on my way to a cheer comp near the outlet mall and I remembered my fun money account. I save my judges’ gifts and expense checks for… what exactly? I squirrel away my cash for a rainy day, using the balance from time to time on a down payment for a car, the cottage, and most recently, a new furnace.
So I've been a good girl, if not a bit conservative with my savings.
I veered over to the credit union and made a withdrawal, budgeting myself to a certain amount. On the way to the shop, I debated if I needed it, making the deal with myself that if, and only if, the set was there, I would get it.
I got it. And instead of being 60% off, it was 75% off.
Bringing it home, I left it in the shopping bag for a moment before taking it out and removing the tags. It's pretty. It's professional-looking. This new bag allowed me to get rid of at least eight tote bags, including another "free with purchase" overnight bag from Elizabeth Arden that is 20 years old, ripped, and fixed with liberal coats of nail polish.
With a quality bag, it's unlikely I will purchase another one any time soon. I will also resist the urge to buy other things to obtain the "free with purchase" bags I normally do. I'm also satisfied, which usually quenches the thirst to get more.
Addition by subtraction.
I always name my Coach bags, the hot pink purse I'm using currently is Chloe. I'm going to think about this one, as it is closely tied to my experience with competitive cheer. It's Coach and the girls' coach is Hayley. There you go, it's Coach Hayley.
Saturday, February 10, 2024
Typing Out Loud: Judging The Beatles
Thursday, February 8, 2024
Rethinking Red
Red is...
Taste: cinnamon candies, preferably heart-shaped red hots
Touch: warm laundry fresh out of the dryer
Smell: Apple blossoms warmed in the spring sun
Hear: Lover, Taylor Swift
Thursday, February 1, 2024
Best Meal I Ever Ate, Mexican
How lucky we are to have access to the best Mexican food at Maggie's Kitchen!
I was introduced to Maggie's while working at my first copywriting job. Group order and I had no idea what to get so I winged it on the daily special, steak fajita plate.
Man.
Tender and rich, the meat was flavorful and the portions generous, with lots of grilled vegetables, beans, rice, and salad. The tomatillo sauce was so fresh, you could taste the sun.
I branched out to try the tripe soup (not my thing), tostadas, tacos, and sandwiches but I always come back to the fajitas.
We've been going there a long time and lucked into attending the 40th-anniversary celebration and got a photo with the lady herself. She was treated like a queen, even the mayor stopped in for lunch. The staff is always friendly and if you haven't been in in a while, they notice.
Monday, January 29, 2024
Why Art Matters: Art Parodies in Bojack Horseman
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
Secret Life of Objects: The Obnoxiously Awesome Minidress
This feature was retired less than a month, since I have to rave about this find. It’s the story of a day, as I have owned this for less than 24 hours.
Pia needed dry shampoo and I needed to get out of the house. Instead of beelining right to health and beauty, she wandered women’s clothing, “Oooooing” and “Ahhing” every pink and shiny thing. Tucked on the clearance rack, I found a collection of pink and brown sequin dresses. I was amused by the sequins but found it immediately appealing.
With those monster sequins, it’s loud.
It’s an unusually rich, brown color and the perfect foil for my Ember Tieks.
Being short, it’s a minidress of a manageable length.
And it was only $10.
The challenge is going to be how to style it. A cardigan frumps it, so it needs the right jacket or wrap. Pia wants me to wear it to her 17th birthday. Goals.
Wednesday, January 17, 2024
Typing Out Loud: What's More Precious?
There was a fire at a Seattle art gallery, and many pieces of art may have been destroyed: story here.
The fire was started in an alley behind the gallery as someone built a fire to warm themselves. There are many homeless people apparently unhoused in that neighborhood. The quote that bugs me is: “I feel saddest for the contemporary artists who have trusted us with their works,” Davidson said.Tuesday, January 16, 2024
Rethinking Yellow
Another new feature for the blog, attempting to mix it up!
One of my favorite scenes from the movie The Mask is Rocky Dennis describing the color red to a girl who is blind. He succeeds by carefully offering her a hot potato. He adds that when the potato cools it becomes pink.
I'm coupling that thought with the conversation I had with my nephew and his girlfriend about the entrance essays they each had to write for the University of Chicago. UoC likes their "weirdos" as they proudly identify themselves; all the questions are geared towards challenging their prospective students to think differently.
So, I'm trying to think differently in a Rocky Dennis way, and each month this year attempt to describe a color not by what I see, but by the other senses in a way that is both creative, appealing, and logical.
Yellow is...
Taste: a rich, crumbly shortbread cookie that is slightly browned around the edges
Touch: soft, creamy, and oily, like far too expensive hand cream
Smell: freshly squeezed lemons
Hear: the clear tones of a trumpet
Monday, January 8, 2024
That's It, Just One Line - Deacon Blues
"They've got a name for the winners in the world, and I want a name when I lose."
How about that Rose Bowl, Alabama?
Congratulations to the University of Michigan for winning the national championship in D1. Grand Valley and Ferris State have been there a couple of times since 1997, glad you could finally join the party.
Thursday, January 4, 2024
Harvard, The Easy Way
Wednesday, January 3, 2024
Typing Out Loud: Do Not Smash
Monday, January 1, 2024
Best Meal I Ever Ate: Ice Cream
Another new feature of the blog is inspired by the show on Food Network.
One of the reasons I mourn six.one.six. becoming a French bistro is the loss of their dessert chef because she gifted me with the best ice cream experience.
At the end of our meal, we were presented with a dessert menu, which included generous bowls of gelato. I had made the decision not to order because I couldn’t decide. With a shrug, she offered to prepare a flight for me.
Heaven.
The blood orange and chocolate has to be the best ice cream I have ever had. Creamy, rich, and citrusy? The chocolate and orange were in harmony, and my palette just sang.
The white peach and lime closely followed suit, as did the mint chocolate chip, and ginger. Pumpkin pie was ok, but oh… the chocolate and blood orange!
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