The TriBeCa walketh

To be exact, two Rebeccas pose and I take a picture, moments before dropping the phone.

Returning the equipment

Hoping they won't charge extra day for 43 minutes late

Working the saw

I helpfully do nothing to assist.

Becky's amazing handiwork

Need your floors done? Twitter her @citrus.

An engineer's guide to cats

Get your chapers on!

Disposable is not sustainable

At the doctor's office, in the waiting room. There's a TV broadcasting "accentHealth"--your guide to healthy living.

Well, they just had a short piece about how reducing the clutter in your life will make everything else better. And advises regular anti-bacterial cleaning. To which the lady host of the show comments, "I don't know why they just don't make EVERYTHING disposable."

What?

The dark days are gone

and the bright days are here.
My sunny one shines so sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love you.

Action at home depot

Pricing the flagstone on a sunny day at the market.

Starbucks, continued

A week later, the sign is almost hung!

Note for someone else

Sighted on the ground in the mall parking lot, next to a giant SUV.
A bad parker and a litterbug, it would appear.

Hello, my friend, hello

Just called to let you know... that I am tired of you.
Spring, please.

kitten war

The kit is still winning.

How a starbucks is born

Now, at your local grocery store. A Starbucks sign. Unfair trade
coffee to follow.

Seeking Paul Bunyan

The May Fire

music video for an old friend's band, The May Fire, in San Francisco. Old friend as in grade school, not as in senior citizen.


Old friend's band should consider an east coast/rocky mountain tour.

Snow? Again?

Enough with the blizzard, M. Nature.

City pic

Gray spring days are perfect.

Bottomless mimosas...

At Blockhead's make sleepy Saturday brunches even better.

3 rebeccas

In other news, I practice blogging from phone like it's 2006.

St. Patrick's day too much

Not even the beads make me Irish.

Scooter woes

Have decided latest 125cc scooter upgrade is too bottom-heavy. And too fast. Tried to take it back to the local scooter store but they refused.

"You don't buy an Acura and turn it in for a Honda," they tell me.

You do if you don't feel safe in the Acura and the dealership is a neighborhood shop that values your business, I reply.

I advertised my scooter for sale on Craigslist, but somebody flagged it for removal a mere 20 minutes after posting. What the hell? Can't a girl sell her scooter? I just want my 50cc orange buddy back!

My craiglist ad

skiing Montezuma

Skiing Montezuma today. Montezuma means "the lord that frowns in anger". In related news, Montezuma's palace looks like my condo:

this week's skiing photo

brought to you by beaver creek, colorado

still vegan + begin again

am still vegan, which is a nice change. have discovered that i am a good cook. having never cooked before, this comes as quite a surprise.

food for thought

eleven days.

watch out for that bear

fitter, happier, more productive.

In Rainbows, now available at your local Starbucks.

Also, I ran out of coffee so what was a solid sixth month stint in making my own coffee ended with a four dollar vanilla latte. "That'll be four dollars," she exclaims to me with even numbered glee.

Also, the reason why I had to go into the store instead of the drive-through was because it was too cold to roll down my windows, on account of the freeze. I need to go back to Costa Rica. Where it's warm. And the coffee is fantastic.

this weekend at the montezuma bowl

montezuma bowl

now at a basin!

ma chat noir

ma premiere photo du ski

de 2008, bien sur.

p.s. je dois penser seulement en francais parce que quand j'ai été sur la lift de ski, je ne fais pas parler avec mes copains nouveaux de Grenoble parce que je peux parler seulement, "esta bien, esta bien, esta bien."

pura vida

a journalist walks into a baseball game and...

...is ejected because he's live blogging? The NCAA claims they own the game until it's over. Go higher education! That's the spirit.

"Once a player hits a home run, that's a fact. It's on TV. Everybody sees it. [The NCAA] can't copyright that fact."

terrorists 1; teachers 0

tonight marked some more debates among our GOP candidates and not a word about education or schools. But let's keep fighting terror.

Awesome.

false advertising

My one photo from the Bright Eyes show last Saturday at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts, before I walked out after four songs, completely bored. The whole thing was hugely pretentious and maybe, maybe appropriate for somebody who, say, had 2 or 3 decades of arena performances under the belt. conor's an indie baby. but in his white stayin' alive suit and jackassy jaunt, he was more of a self-important douche.

conor: i hear some of you missed your prom for this show. so let's dance to this next one. c'mon everybody, let's dance.

did he even go to his prom? get off me. I so much wish I had gone to Electric Six instead.

excellent birthday spam

what the hell.

my blog is all f'ed up. what happened to my pictures, I wonder to myself. Fuck.

crazy. but that's how it goes

In other distractions, I joined twitter.

follow me at twitter

where's the snow.

They were predicting a blizzard today. It was supposed to start at 4. There's no blizzard. I need school to be canceled tomorrow. It would make a four day weekend, since there's no school on Monday. C'mon, weather.

Today, toward the end of math class, one of my students asked me (fairly loudly) why I was so funny today. I'm always funny, I reply. You just never listen. Betty, another student, contributes, "oh, it's because she ate today. She's always in a better mood when she eats." Which made me question her logic, seeing how 1. I eat the same exact thing every day and 2. Betty has lunch in my classroom daily and watches me eat. That's right, daily. Usually it's just her, but today more kids figured my class was better (and warmer) than outside, so like 6 kids came up to play cards and eat the cashews I always share at lunch.

Cashews are magical, I tell them.

Better than hot cheetos, in any event.

coffee update

so I started drinking my homemade coffee black. because i ran out of milk and had no choice. but that's not the point.

friday evening, after a day of skiing with my students, i was at the irish rover. not with my students. i was standing outside, keeping my smoker friends company, but not smoking, when this vaguely familiar face came up to me and said,

hey, i know you. you come into the starbucks on broadway. you drink a vanilla latte."

Correction, I respond. I used to drink a vanilla latte. Now I just drink black coffee. No fancy drinks for me.

"Why not?"

"Too expensive. I can't be wasting all my money on vanilla lattes."

"Oh. Well, if you come in when I'm working, you can have whatever you want and I'll just charge you for a black coffee."

Check.

Last night's whiskey drinking was punctuated by an uncharacteristic visit to some warehouse club, falling down some stairs, a giant bruise on my leg, and little to no lesson learned.

black coffee.mp3 Bjork & Tricky