film club

April 26, 2012

For some reason I was nominated to start a film club of sorts by some friends.

This is what happens when you hang out with young people who don’t recognize your pop culture references.  If you make enough reference that they don’t get, at some point you will be asked to make a list.

Instead of a list, I started a weekly film club with mandatory and optional films.  I even come up with discussion questions.

It started with just 3 people and now it’s up to 6.

So I figured I’d put them up on the blog.  Put it out there in the universe.

See where it goes.

Okay – look for the next post.  Once the current 3 “episodes” are up then they will go up once a week.



I preface this saying that I actually give preference to cars when I am a pedestrian at cross walks.  And for the most part I totally obey cross walk signals even when no one is around.  Although that’s mostly because I am in no rush to get anywhere.

So given this information, I am not exactly the person that a UCPD officer should turn to at around 8am and ask about giving out tickets to J-walkers across Bancroft Avenue in front of UC Berkeley.

He asked me if he should start giving out tickets and instead of saying NO which is the logical response I went a step further and said that if he’s going to do it then he needs to make sure that it’s consistent.  Which means constant surveillance and monitored at more than just that cross walk.  Because if you only give out tickets at that cross walk and only some of the time then it’s not really enforcement.  It’s you being a jerk.

And that’s not what the police are supposed to be about.  They have to know that, right?  That their actions become interpreted signals of their greater belief system and morality.

So no, don’t just give out tickets because someone breaks a rule that you have never enforced.  If you want to enforce a rule that’s fine but you need to be consistent.

It’s like parenting.


Or maybe I’ve got this all wrong.

Could go either way, really.


Finding art on the way home

February 20, 2012

I decided to walk home from El Cerrito because … well I’m crazy and I had the time.

This time I took a different way home through Kensington and then into Berkeley through streets I had never walked down.

And look what I found…

All the art I saw was created from found pieces of trash that made its way into the Bay.  It was amazing.  Absolutely jaw dropping on both an artistic front and on an environmental impact front.  And I never would have seen it if I hadn’t walked a different path home.

I highly recommend walking a different path, if only to find other view of the world.


The Pick-Up Party

February 12, 2012

Today was the Urban Legend Cellars Pick-up Party.  Marilee and Steve put out some wonderful food and all the available wines.  Plus this time there was a puppy – which was totally awesome.

I think Urban Legend is the only wine club I could ever deal with.  It’s low-key, you can pick up your wines, they are super friendly and they throw parties.  Oh and you can get there by bus or BART.  They make everything so easy and enjoyable.  Which makes you want to go back again and again.  It’s a fantastic cycle.

It doesn’t hurt that the wine is just lovely.

The coolest thing about the Pick-Up parties is that you can taste everything available.  So you get the opportunity to taste how certain wines are changing with age.  I liked the Teroldego before but now I think it’s amazing.  You can taste the fruit coming forward in the Barbera and the Syrah.  But there was something new so I just bought two bottles of the 2009 Undici which won’t be available to the public until April.  It’s 85% Sangiovese and 15% Cabernet Sauvignon from Amador County.  It’s wonderful.  I highly recommend it.  I recommend the wine club too.  I do wish that I had remembered my flip top bottle so I could have gotten a refill on my Uptown red table wine.

On my way home from the tasting I took this picture that sums up something but I’m not sure what… Maybe it says something but you get to decide what it says.


hooks and fiber

February 5, 2012

First of all… you have to see this amazing sculpture I saw at Urban Ore this morning…

Why yes, it is a flying pig.  There’s a mechanism that one of the employees showed me… you turn a crank and the wings actually flap.  Sometimes there is nothing cooler than a flying pig.  The guy said that they are going to hang it from the ceiling.  I’m so going back to see that.

So today I took a class at A Verb for Keeping Warm on San Pablo and Alcatraz.  If you have not been to this store you should go.  It’s so pretty.  And they will teach you to spin, knit, crochet, quilt, dye, felt, etc.  Today our teacher was Karen and she was lovely.  I knew how to make a chain but I didn’t know how to do anything else.  I didn’t understand the directions without some help.

Now look what I’ve done..

I’m rather proud of myself.  The yarn is Malabrigo Arroyo.  It’s so beautiful… all caramel, butterscotch, toffee.  And it was included in the class.

When the class was over I decided that yes… I really do want to take the Crochet Granny Squares Blanket.  Karen’s teaching that too.  Now if I could just finish the cowl that I’ve started before class I will be a happy girl.

I like crocheting.  I can handle one hook.  Two sticks (AKA knitting) just doesn’t work for me.  But crocheting, I might just get the handle of… if I just sit down and do it.

You should go check out A Verb for Keeping Warm and when you go, look out the back window.  They dye warn and try it on the patio.  The blue is my favorite.  It’s beautiful.

Have a creative week!


night fires

January 22, 2012

I was invited to a beach bonfire on Saturday by a dear friend at work.

I haven’t been to Ocean Beach in YEARS.  If you don’t count trips to the zoo then the last time I went to Ocean Beach… it was for Jeff’s Memorial.  Donuts, champagne and goodbyes.

This was not about goodbyes.  It was a party with someone else’s family.  There’s something fantastic about a party where you only know one person.  It’s so open to interpretation.  The only downside is that Jim’s wife Carol wasn’t there.  I so wanted to meet her… maybe next time.  Momma Collins invited me back for next year!

After I walked down to the beach and said another goodbye to Jeff, I hung out with Jim and was introduced to all kinds of awesome people, family and otherwise.  One of Jim’s brothers brews beer and soda.  I tried his root beer and ginger beer.  I must admit.  He’s good!

For dinner there was cioppino.  And seriously… words cannot describe how amazing this seafood stew was.  I want more.  I want it now.  You should be jealous of the mere IDEA of this cioppino.

But I must say the coolest thing was the fire.  And that’s not just the pyromaniac that lives inside by juvenile heart of hearts.

It’s been so long since I’ve had the chance to sit in front of an open fire.

The warmth, the crackle, the light.  It was amazing.  And I enjoyed every single second of it.

But then there was the extra added, vaguely, not exactly legal bonus of this…

It is illegal to burn a Christmas tree.  I’m not exactly sure why but I think it has something to do with the sparks.  Anyway you look at it, burning Christmas trees are insanely cool.  And maybe even more so when they don’t act like a torch like you want them too.

I’ve got to get out to the beach more often.  I love it there.  And it’s so beautiful.

Note to self… more trips to Ocean Beach in the new year.

Gung Hay Fat Choy

I walked to El Cerrito today.  When I woke up I just thought it would be a good thing to walk instead of taking BART or a bus.

When I first left the apartment I noticed the clouds and the moisture in the air.  It was the feeling you get before it might rain.  (It didn’t rain but the feeling of hope in the possibility of rain was so perfect that it made the start of the day feel so fresh.)

On my way up Shattuck I saw a sign in a window…

I thought it was a great sign.  I took a picture and I continued on my way.

Then, as I walked through the Northbrae Tunnel, I began to see things in a different way.  It was as though I was seeing scenes from a story.  But no story I knew.  Maybe as story I will write.  Or perhaps one that will only ever exist in my head.  Or even a story that lives only for today and tomorrow it is gone forever like a dream you can’t hold on to.  But I was seeing the places that inspired the story from every angle.

Since I had my camera I took pictures.  That is no guarantee of a story.

But here are some of the photographs.

I’m telling you… there’s a story in there.  I just have to write it down.