February 2011

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There was quite a lot of hullabaloo over this dusting of snow: panic, oversaturated news coverage, school closures, and the like.  It was, as you can see, quite fluffy and lovely, and the winter highlight for many school children and their parents.  I went out long enough to feed my fine feathered friends and scoop a bit of the chill into my hands, enjoying the particular scent of snow before it all melted.  Then, several hours later, it came back, a movie camera in reverse, giant flakes covering every surface again.   Much of it remains, along with bitterly cold air and sunshine.  Where am I?

Have a wonderful weekend!

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Remember

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Chuck Palahniuk

Thinking about the Middle East, North Africa, and New Zealand.  May they find peace, safety, and sweetness.

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It’s funny how a three-day weekend throws me off of my blogging game.  Not that I am complaining (no way!), just observing, for it was a long and lovely weekend, to be sure.  The highlight was this walk and learning ever more about this city I love so much.  I also spent a fruitful afternoon in the garden, tidying and readying for the spring to come.  Though not today, our forecasters say we are getting snow this evening, a rather BIG to do in these parts, possibly six inches on-the-valley-floor.  We’ll see.  Just in case, I’ve got the crock pot going with vegetarian chili goodness and a box of my favorite Jiffy cornbread (the cheapest and best) for dinner.  Sturdy food for sturdy times.  What a mantra!

Anyhoo, to the walk.  This is Irvington, probably the most posh neighborhood on Portland’s east side, with Eastmoreland a very close second (sadly, it doesn’t have a walk – how about it Laura O. Foster?).  It is beautiful, with quite a few stunning and truly grand homes, some mansions even, the majority built before WWII, and still looking rather divine.  These two are among the oldest, dating to the early 1890s.  Can you imagine being the one to paint them?  Oy, that’s a lot of detail.  By the way, the last two photos are not actually in Irvington, just in case archaeologists find this blog and decide to start walking.  Pause Kitchen is one of our favorite eateries, a place we always manage to visit after long walks or drives, with ravenous bellies speaking well before we do.  It’s well worth a hop, skip, and a jump across town.  The very last speaks for itself, perhaps, as the hubster needed some bike accessories for the commute, which is going well, by the way.

Not so random thoughts:

Kinetic

A tree named after me…

Proof!

Eucalyptus

Fancy

Making Friends

Spring Pink

Well Trained

Going Vertical

Nap Interrupted

Maker’s Mark

Wait Here

Sky Blue

Getting Spiritual

Pause Kitchen

Gear Up

Happy Wednesday!

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Perhaps viewing these films was leftover anniversary and Valentine sentiment or a mere coincidence, I’m not quite certain.  Whatever the case, they are quite good, yet very different.  I hate for life to be boring.  The first, starring the lovely Vanessa Paradis (again, so soon?) as Adele  and the dapper Daniel Auteuil as Gabor.  Both are misfits, of sorts, Adele hopeless with men and love, and Gabor just plain unlucky.  They meet one night on a bridge in Paris, Gabor convincing the vulnerable Adele not to jump to her death.  As well, he has a proposition for her, to join him in his knife-throwing act.  She agrees, somewhat reluctantly, but knows she has nothing left to lose.  Their act, and the film on the whole, is sensual and erotic, despite their platonic relationship.  The pair is a massive hit, and they make money wherever they go, at small town fairs and big casinos alike – sharing a preternatural gift.  Everything goes south when Adele, lured by the illusion of love with a newlywed man, leaves Gabor, changing both of their luck, for it only exists in tandem.  A bewitchingly beautiful black and white (I love alliteration!) about love, trust, and the deepest of human connections.

Imagine if you could, at the ripe age of fourteen, know the precise moment you will meet the ONE and fall impossibly and forever in love.  All you need is a TiMER for $79.99, plus a monthly maintenance fee, inserted in your wrist (like having your ears pierced, but a little worse), and you will forgo the pain and inconvenience of all that wondering.  Splendid and so very Los Angeles, where the film takes place.  The only problem is that not everyone has a TiMER, leaving some singles to look desperately at theirs, like a stop watch waiting to be started.  This is the case for Oona, nearing her 30th birthday and feeling a bit desperate.  She really wants to meet the one, or at least know that he’s out there, somewhere.  Then she meets Mikey, a good-humored grocery store clerk with a TiMER set to go off in four months time.  Should she date him, even though she knows he’s not the one, or continue to get involved with TiMERless men, hoping they’ll be it?  She decides to go for it, despite her family’s initial disapproval, and, in the process, learns a bit about true love and serendipity.

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Within

I ask not for any crown
But that which all may win;
Nor try to conquer any world
Except the one within.

Louisa May Alcott

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Write it Down.

Howdy pardners -

I hope the day is treating you well.  I am bust-a-gut full of lunch from Dick’s Kitchen on Belmont – dang, do I ever love this place.  I enjoyed (in the company of a very good friend) an Elvis Burger (topped with pimento cheese – genius!) and Yam “Not Fries.” Seriously good.  I filled it to the brim (my belly, that is) with a Stumptown Americano and really couldn’t be happier, despite having to change into sweats upon my return home.  It’s better than walking around with my pants unbuttoned.  I may not be a rocket scientist, but I do have my head screwed on straight.

Anyhoo, I’ve got some unrelated exciting news.  I powered through my yoga challenge and am still going strong!  Today marks day 23 of a daily yoga practice, with no end in sight.  I didn’t even bail with the ugly funk that occupied my sinus cavities and gave me the fevers, though I had to scale back.  You know you are sick when downward facing dog feels like climbing a mountain.  Oy vay!  A recommendation, however, if you are in the throes of this bit of nastiness: Vashistasana is an excellent posture for relieving sinus pressure.  I have no scientific proof, but if my ears could speak, they’d surely rave about the positive after effects.  Indeed.

In other yoga news, and straight off the Colleen Sohn life list, I will be meeting my yoga inspiration, Shiva Rea!  How about them apples?  I am nervous and excited and jazzed, jazzed, jazzed.  The finest reason I’ve seen for writing a dream down.  It comes true!  It’s almost spooky.  What wish do you have that’s itching to be put on paper (literal or digital)?  Get thee to a pad and pen, my friends!

Thanks for reading the ramble.  I’m off like a light – time to make dinner, a decidedly vegetarian, and coincidentally, very yoga friendly meal, chana masala and a curried coleslaw.  Yum!

*Zoiks – sometimes I let the details slip.  I’ll be taking a workshop with Shiva this April, up Seattle way, all the more reason to practice every day.  A road trip, too!

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I love…

Sunshine and Green Grass

Good Leftovers

Early Iris

Mail

Grapefruit Season

That Man!

And YOU – thanks for reading…

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Pace

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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It feels pretty amazing to see a smile like that, and even more so when I know that it is meant for me.  The hubster and I enter our third decade together today, and I truly could not imagine a better partner.  He makes me laugh, smile, think, and count my myriad blessings.  He loves my failings more than I do, all the while inspiring me to believe, do, and be all that I can.

Thank you, Buddy.  Here’s to the decade to come!

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Hello Everyone -

I hope you had a lovely weekend of fun and Superbowl watching, if that’s what floats your boat.  I thought I might catch a bit, but it was already over, whoops.  I saw the score, however, so it likely wasn’t a boring game, which is always nice.  As for my activity, I was a couch potato nearly the whole weekend with a sinus infection and fever, the low-light being one hour-long throbbing of my right ear.  No wonder babies scream when they get ear infections – they hurt!  It was a right party, I tell you.

As the hubster wasn’t much better off than I, we were pretty lazy on the whole, going out for lunch, ordering pizza and hot wings, and making simple dishes a little spicy, hoping to burn the h-e-double hockey sticks out of our virus laden bodies.  It didn’t go as well as we hoped, as we blasted (pun intended – gross) through more than one box of tissue and continue to feel under the weather, though we were certainly well fed.

Since it took a lot of energy to roll from my side to my back, and reading complete sentences was a might tricky (the cat in the, what?  Oh yes, hat!) I watched a lot, lot, lot of television (save that big event) and streaming Netflix movies.  Broken record alert!  I love streaming movies!  I really do!  These are the highlights, though don’t go and get sick just to watch them.  Stay healthy…

Heartbreaker is a hilarious and sweet French export with some pretty awesome eye candy: Vanessa Paradis (Johnny Depp’s sweetheart) for the fellas, Romain Duris for the ladies, great fashion, and beautiful sites like Morocco, Paris, and Monte Carlo (we had one of the cars growing up – 1977, powder blue, drove like a dream – love!).  Romain Duris plays Alex, a professional relationship wrecker.  He and his team (his sister and her husband) will travel far and wide to break up a couple in high style and with a lot of high tech help.  These people are very savvy!  Their latest job has them grasping at straws, wondering if the couple is truly meant for each other.  Along the way, Alex falls in love, complicating things further.  It’s a fun, keep-you-guessing type story with crazy gaffes and one liners.

Brett (Sara Michelle Geller – Buffy!) is an aspiring associate editor at a small publishing firm in New York.  She is eager to become a full editor, and move forward in life, but with a new and slightly wicked boss and concerns that she’s even good at what she does, she’s having a difficult time.  Her life is upturned when she meets Archie Knox (Alec Baldwin), a big wig in the publishing world, and they begin a romance.  It is a tender and complicated relationship, as he’s nearly as old as her parents and is carrying a bit of baggage himself.  A very real glimpse into the life changing moments that define who we truly are.  As well, I never thought of Alec Baldwin as a romantic lead before, but in those Cary Grant glasses and driving that car (you’ll see), I am a changed woman.  Sweet.

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