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An unforgettable woman

In Uncategorized on September 6, 2010 at 10:40 pm

✩ Paul F Davis – yes, a man – wrote a piece with “40 fabulous secrets” on how to be “an unforgettable woman.” It’ll please and displease feminists. Many have to do with interactions with men, but some don’t. They are all worth consideration, I think. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to guys to give some of those “secrets” a test run.

✩ Exactly my sentiment when going to yoga class in Sweden

✩ While lifeguarding today, I saw the cutest thing! A boy was standing on the edge of a pool and trying to get a beach ball that was floating on the surface of the water but was just out of reach from the deck. He started sucking air in REALLY hard, in hopes to draw the ball toward him. As if it would have the opposite effect of blowing air towards the ball to push it away. Trop mignon!

✩ “Your butt is redundant! It has 2 cheeks!”

✩ The Canadian tuxedo. Hawt.

✩ I am fond of you and I think of you in colours that don’t exist.

✩ If I could sleep in any bed tonight… it would be this one. Except that it’s rainy here in Vancouver (it always is). That’s what you get for living in the “Best Place on Earth” which also happens to be a temperate rainforest. Shucks.

✩ Wise words from wise men.

Food, shopping, and baseball – this is America!

In Uncategorized on September 2, 2010 at 9:28 am

What do you do after a long morning at Betsey Johnson?

Eat pad thai. Best morning ever.

When we were in London, we found a Japanese confectioneries store called Minamoto Kitchoan. Jason went berserk over their red bean pancake pastries.

Like brother, like brother. Brian told us we had to go visit this Japanese sweets place by Union Square, so we were not really surprised when we got there and found out that it was the same store as the one we had been to in London. Like good children, we each made some delicious gift boxes full of treats for our parents.

Guess who I met up with in San Fran? CECILIA (you’re breaking my heart)! A high school friend that I haven’t seen in ages. We paid tribute to our past (that you don’t know about) by taking some scenester-esque Myspace photos. Except it was uber-fail, because we have lost the touch, weren’t wearing enough eyeliner, were in a Pakistani restaurant with poor lighting, and were using my boyfriend’s iPhone cam.

And I’m not really sure why it loaded upside down… I don’t know how to change it on WordPress. More fail.

Guess who ELSE I met up with in San Fran? The one and only J-Pill! Another high school friend that I haven’t seen in ages. Still looking smart, still so French.

We checked out some more of the Mission together.

And stumbled upon a fabulous block party. Needless to say that a block party in the Mission had some spectacular food displays! Including a Bi-Rite Creamery stand!!

And here is J-Pill in front of his old school. His non-Churchill school.

His old neighbourhood also happens to be super close to Haight-Ashbury, so we also strolled down the Haight and it was a fabulous spot for vintage sifting, but we didn’t have the time. I would love to come back some day and get a few awesome pieces here.

We DID, however, have time to check out Amoeba Music, ha! The bestest place ever for finding cheap old CD’s that you didn’t think anyone would carry… but they’re all here!

Ahhh… and in the evening, Jason and I finally went to the Peruvian restaurant that we had been trying to go to for the past 3 days – other plans always came up or they had full seating. Alas, here we are at Limon, also in the Mission. Of course, we go to a Peruvian restaurant and I end up ordering the Frenchest thing on the menu… moules et frites!

[On a side note, the most delicious moules I’ve had, I would have to say, are from Flying Tiger on 4th Ave, in Vancouver. Chambar in Gastown is a close second.]

And the next morning, we started the long drive back north. Nothing got you feelin’ more like a champ than having your food delivered in a little red plastic tray on the side of the highway…

By the early afternoon, we had made it to Ashland. I was pretty excited to see this play. You don’t get to see it performed live very often anymore because of the religious controversy. But it was really well done and I think it was abundantly thought-provoking rather than critical and discriminating.

Before the show, we watched the Green Show in front of the theatre. It was a magic group, and they had some really cool stunts (including a levitating table)! But it was this stunt that impressed me the most – so bizarre!

And the Elizabethan Theatre!!!! I love live acting, it’s so much more engaging and exciting!

Where to sleep… where to sleep… Motel 6, of course. Sketchiest place ever, even though it was in the middle of nowhere, Oregon.

Double dating in Seattle. Oh, just the best. Classiest American date ever: crawfish dinner, then a Mariner’s game, and a second dinner at the hotel restaurant. Transportation: bus and foot.

Haha, cutest couple photo ever.

Mmmm… shellfish by the pound…

CRABS! I am totally double fisting endless refill pops.

This was just the first 6lbs… of 9lbs.

Just a mess. And dessert.

Take me out to the ball game…

$10 tickets, not a bad deal. Especially for our “moving” seats.

First, we sat here.

Then, we suddenly were sitting here!

And there were lots of Japanese Ichiro fans sitting here, right where there was an awesome view of the right field (or left? not sure…).

And they really wanted the ball he threw.

We split a double room at the Paramount that night; it was interesting to discover that there was a 20% tax on our valet parking. Didn’t see that one coming.

Some more breakfast of champions… at The Cheesecake Factory.

Then another afternoon of shopping and ensuing credit card crisis.

Now, we’re home. Time to get ready for school and jobs and things like that.

We got more bounce in California than all y’all combined

In Uncategorized on September 2, 2010 at 7:41 am

After…

– 17 straight hours of driving (minus a lunch break, a dinner break, a few gas stops, and a pee stop)
– 1,600km
– a 100+mph speeding ticket (that’s 180km/h) at 4am
– a million bug splats
– half a million trucks passed…

we arrived in San Francisco!

On the road, we stopped in at a Wendy’s for lunch and spotted this man who was sitting by his bike with nuclear disarmament signs. He was a peaceful man – impressively so! A bird flew to him and landed on his hat and just chilled there for a while.

My highway hobby: spotting cool license plates and begging the driver to tailgate cars or pull up next to them so that I can take photos of them. Don’t try this at home.

But this was just an awesome car. It was like seeing a NASCAR car on the I-5!

I didn’t know there was a city named Weed in California.

It’s daybreak. We’re here. Thank you, Jason’s mom’s car, THANK YOU! This baby is a smooth ride and it goes FAST!

A morning stroll in Dolores Park. How cute are the Wong brothers?

I am so tired and delusional from lack of sleep (backseat driving is hard work) that I don’t know WHAT time it is, but it’s always a good time for croissants. Especially if your boyfriend’s little brother claims that they are ALMOST comparable to the delicious Parisian ones. So, we went to Tartine in the Mission and indeed the croissant was scrumptious… but not as good as the flaky buttery little crescent devils from les boulangeries of the Latin Quarter in Paris.

And, sometimes you get so tired that you feel drunk. Then you are suddenly craving pizza as if you actually were drunk. Especially delicious thin crust pizza from Misson’s Delfina Pizzeria. I know it was good because it looked like the pizza that my beautiful Italian corridormate, Giulia, made from scratch in Lund.

And when you’re in the Mission, the famous Bi-Rite Creamery is so close… so why would you resist? The ice cream is the best I’ve ever had (ice cream, NOT gelato); I think I still dream about the salty caramel flavour… YUM!

There is always a line. There is ALWAYS a line. Even on a rainy day, the line can curve around the block.

The public transportation in San Fran was deemed to be the best in the country.

All I have to say to American public transportation authorities is, “If that’s your best, you suck.” Their lines were in good working order and had regular service, but it just doesn’t compare with the efficiency, reach, and usability of the European ones that I’ve seen.

And if you have good public transportation, then why is the congestion still suicidally unbearable and how come there are still a million confusing lanes on the freeways?

Anyway, Brian showed us around downtown and around Soma and Fidi. We were so fortunate that the weather was fantastic. It was foggy smoggy on many of the other days we were there. This is where Brian works. Jeals.

This is a very unassuming door. BUT, this is the office of WordPress. Yeah.

Props to WordPress for making my blog… er… existent on the web?

So, I would say that most of San Fran is very techy. Most people there are Apple worshippers who are familiar with the very forefront of the interwebs and make the Silicon Valley go ’round. The other portion of San Fran expresses opinions that can be accurately summed up by this:

The residential architecture is pretty unique. I’d love to live in one of these.

Plastic bags are officially banned in San Francisco. (I hope Vancouver will soon follow.)

Food in the Mission is just SO GOOD! I think we had dinner here every night! And what’s even better is that American portions are enormous, so your tummy thanks you but your body does not. Jason’s 23rd birthday dinner? Mmmmm… Vietnamese food.

But the human food is just for pretend. We are actually vampires and don’t get full til we have this stuff.

Next day: Alcatraz.

Just another foggy day in the bay.

They don’t kid around here, huh? An island prison for the baddest of the bad apples.

The island has more history than just that of the prison, but it’s the most sensational part.

Undressing room.

Though the restrictions were brutal and the rules very strict, a well-behaving prisoner could potentially have a few modest luxuries in a cell. That’s more than could be said for the political prisoners held in the Peter and Paul Fortress prison in St. Petersburg, where walls and floors were purposely made soundproof to deny prisoners of all human contact.

No escapes were ever to have known to be successful. I thought the audio guide for Alcatraz, which accompanied the self-guided tour, was really well done. It gave a great sense of what the prison must have felt like for both the guards and the prisoners.

I loved the kitchen and dining hall. First of all, I don’t understand the kerfuffle about how dangerous it was to have prisoners together in a room with sharp utensils… can’t you just serve food to cells in trays for a maximum security prison? Then you could avoid having to install tear gas canisters on the ceiling!

And this knife cupboard was pretty cool. The outlines of knives were marked so that it was easy to spot when a knife had gone missing…

Fisherman’s Wharf. So touristy that we had to leave… after trying some chowder, of course.

Wait… what?

Just chillin’

Wow. I forgot why I came and where I’m going.

Seriously. Why can’t we just stay here?

On Pier 39, just hanging around. No big deal. Nothing special. Move along now.

This is a very high flip.

Gotta get all the touristy stuff out of the way ASAP. Here we are on Lombard St.

Here I am on a cable car.

A mural we found in Chinatown. That guy definitely looks like Mao.

Yup, this is definitely Chinatown.

Jason’s doppelganger (almost). They even share the same name!

Mermaid or Whale

In Uncategorized on September 2, 2010 at 6:02 am

This story has been creeping up all over the web, and it’s so empowering and clever that I had to share it.

Which would you rather be? Joyous or chasing the non-existant?

Recently, in a large city in France, a poster featuring a young, thin, tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. The poster read: “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”

A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern,

Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins, stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea, and the coral reefs of Polynesia. Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators, other than humans. They are loved, protected, and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids do not exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis: fish or human? They don’t have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them. (Not to mention, how could they have sex? Just look at them … where is IT?) Therefore, they don’t have kids either. And who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me: I want to be a whale.

P.S. — We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful. But I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends. With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren’t heavy . . . We are enormously cultured, educated, and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, “Good grief, look how smart I am!”

Whisk me away!

San Francisco was stellar. I can’t wait to write about it. In fact, I think I will do it right now.