Saturday, December 15, 2007

Christmas Party Time

No mistletoe required:

Here's a challenge for all the eagle-eyed readers out there. I have artfully Photoshopped an element in the photograph below. Inspect it carefully--can you tell what I've changed?


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Try Poppyseed Muffins

I was wrong about lambs being the new dogs. I think opium pipes are the new dogs:

You know what makes MY days bright? Getting my hair cut and styled! You can't tell from the picture, but my 'do smells fantastic.


Thursday, December 06, 2007

The Agony and the Ecstasy

Lessons learned from running the High Desert 50k last weekend, illustrated version:

  • It is seriously cold in the desert in the winter. Like, ice spontaneously forming in the hydration pack cold. The desert is not messing around.

  • [Corollary to the previous point] Los Angeles does not condition one to endure temperature extremes.

  • It is not necessarily a good idea to try to smile while running. It is never as flattering as one thinks it will be:

  • Photo agencies are way too possessive of their proofs. (This lesson was actually learned after the race)

  • The High Desert 50k has the worst finish route in all of racingdom. It starts and ends at a college gymnasium, and about a mile and a half from the end, one can see the gym and the parking lot (where one's car is parked!). However, one still has to slog a mile and a half around the back of the gym, skirting the football field and the basketball courts, dragging one's tired, swollen feet on a rocky dirt path. Uphill. At this point, one feels murderous.

  • Finish line pictures cannot be trusted to convey the true murderousness of the subject:

  • There are worse things than one's bra strap chafing under the hydration pack. For instance, one could have the brilliant idea to tape the oft-chafed area, and one could then suffer 31 miles of tape rubbing one's back entirely raw. For instance.

  • As has been proven innumerable times before, the misery of post-race soreness is soon forgotten in the pursuit of the next big race. Catalina 50 miler, I'll see YOU in a month.


Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Someone's 28!

Happy Birthday to Jason!

To celebrate, we gave him presents of a highly dubious nature:

"Vhat's zees? More of you say...geeefts?"

Having a Hallmark moment:


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Lambs are the new dogs

I need a pet (or a child?) so I can post obnoxiously cute videos on YouTube.


Sunday, November 18, 2007

They All Thought I Was Joking

This post has been a long time coming. At last, I am the proud owner of a fetching pair of orange legwarmers.

Yes, they are cabled AND ribbed. And no, I didn't make them. Are you kidding? I'm still making the world's longest scarf because I don't know how to end a knitting project.

Equally adorable when scrunched. Note that I decided not to photoshop out my sexy road rash from the marathon last weekend. Battle scars, baby!


Starving Students

Poor Jason. His USC stipend isn't enough to pay for pillows, so he just uses the dresser drawer instead.


Wednesday, November 07, 2007

My folks are the cutest

So full of joy and life and youthful enthusiasm...


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Los Angeles is on fire

Photos from the LA Times

We are far from the fires (knock wood) but they still seem inescapable. They dominate the news, they dominate everyone's conversation. Everyone knows someone who has been affected. The air is thick and grey like damp cotton, the temperatures smothering. I can't help but feel the earth is dying.


Tuesday, October 02, 2007

I'm it!

I've been tagged, and being an unrepentant narcissist, I've had no trouble thinking of fascinating* personal tidbits:

Jobs I've Had:

  • Temp Worker (including two of my worst jobs EVER: 1. I arrived to replace someone who didn’t know he was being transferred- slash- demoted, awkward, and 2. telemarketing disguised as “market research”)
  • Receptionist (law office, event design company)
  • Administrative assistant (insurance company)
  • Technical Writer/Editor
  • Personal Trainer/Pilates Teacher
  • SAT Verbal Tutor
  • Pastry Chef
  • Food Writer

Movies I Can Watch Over and Over:
  • Harold and Maude
  • Wes Anderson’s movies (Rushmore, Royal Tenembaums, Life Aquatic)
  • Little Shop of Horrors
  • Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
  • Mean Girls

Books I Can Read Over and Over:
  • Gilead
  • Birds of America
  • Candyfreak
  • Lolita & Pale Fire
  • Short stories by David Sedaris, Sarah Vowell, etc

Places I Have Lived:
  • San Jose
  • Claremont
  • London
  • Los Angeles

Places I Have Visited:
  • Western/southwestern US states
  • Hawaii
  • British Columbia
  • New York
  • 15ish European countries

Places I Would Like to Visit:

  • Australia
  • New Zealand
  • Brazil
  • South Africa
  • Thailand
  • Croatia
  • The Corn Islands

TV Shows I Watch:
  • ANTM (yessssssssssss)
  • 30 Rock (see above)
  • Veronica Mars and Arrested Development on DVD
  • The Simpsons
  • Jeopardy, to prove my mental superiority

Foods I Like:
  • Refried beans…no joke, these top the list
  • Chocolate, any and all desserts
  • Fruit and veggies
  • Homemade bread, peanut butter, banana (world’s best breakfast)
  • Vegetarian Mexican & Indian food

I'd Rather Be:
  • reading in bed

Websites I Visit Daily:
  • My zillion email accounts
  • About Candy—of course!
  • Ask Metafilter
  • Oh No They Didn’t!
  • Go Fug Yourself

*This might be a bit subjective


Sunday, September 30, 2007

Start Spreading the News

In celebration of the World's Funniest Sitcom returning to TV this week (Thursday night! NBC! DOOOOO ITTTTT) I present yours truly at the shrine of 30 Rock in NY:

Apologies for the blurriness. I had two different people take this picture, and both were horribly out of focus. Thanks for nothing, nice strangers.

I went to NY to do a media event for, and they sequestered me stationed me in a kitchen, where I made sample candies and tried to force-feed anorexic magazine reporters:

The event was in the top floor of a midtown loft, and it had a pretty sweet rooftop view:

Requisite Empire State shot:

My last morning there, I ditched the first hour of meetings (true story) to go running through the muggy air of Central Park. The humidity was good enough to eat.

Leaving was quite the ordeal. There was a huge storm, and dozens of flights were canceled. My plane almost didn't make it out, but after a 10-hour delay, I arrived safely in Burbank at 4:30am. I'll bet some of my fellow lounge lizards weren't quite so lucky:


Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Quick Griffith Park update

This past weekend they opened up the Charlie Turner/Mt. Hollywood Trail, which is (was) the most popular trail in the park. FINALLY. The trail leads up to an overlook, then eventually connects to a winding trail that ends at the base of the Hollywood sign:

Pictured: the famous Griffith Observatory (the "hood ornament" of LA), the famous Los Angeles skyline, the famous Los Angeles smog. Pictured but not visible: the ocean.

Signs of rebirth all over the park...I have hope.


Sunday, July 22, 2007

Running the Backbone Trail

This summer I've had the pleasure of doing some awesome trail runs along the Backbone Trail, which extends for 60+ miles through the Santa Monica mountains. Bruce has been the driving force and organizational whiz, and he's now completed the whole thing. (What a champ.) While I've only run parts of the trail, the sections I saw were beautiful--and challenging--and I definitely want to continue to explore...maybe by fastpacking it over an extended weekend?

My running companions, L-R: Bruce ("Rolling Hills"), Karl ("I Found A Shortcut") and David ("The Animal").

I'm smiling because the run hasn't started yet. Fortunately we had a nice steep hill to hike so that I could properly warm up.

David, on the other hand, ate the hills for breakfast...and then went back for seconds.

The views were completely stunning the entire time. Too bad the trail was so rocky, we had to constantly choose between admiring the scenery and staying upright.

It's like the skeletal version of Mt. Rushmore.

It's hard to tell from this picture, but I'm straddling two rocks about 4 feet off the ground. There's a narrow passageway between them, and supposedly if you walk through the rocks, your sins are magically forgiven (according to a highly reliable webpage Bruce read.) I wish I'd have known in advance, since I would have sinned a lot more Friday night, but I made do. I don't know if it worked, but the air between the rocks was really cold and refreshing. I could have happily stayed crammed inside for a good half hour.

I didn't get the memo about wearing Cho-Pats. How embarrassing!

Bruce: We just have to ascend that trail for 4 miles, then it's aaaaallllll downhill to the finish.
Karl: Um, haven't you've been saying that for two hours?
Bruce: But these will be rolling hills.

I've fallen for Bruce's tricks for the last time!
(In all seriousness, he did an awesome navigational job. It's not his fault I'm a whiny baby who doesn't like uphills).

Ultrarunner's secret #42: Pringles are the best method of sodium ingestion. Karl recommends seasoning them in a sweaty pocket for several hours. Gourmet!

I don't have pictures of the end of the run, but the last few miles were definitely the highlight. We ended on the Ray Miller trail, and it was 3 miles of gentle downhill switchbacks, cruising towards the ocean. Sweeping views and a nice sea breeze made the pain disappear and reminded me why I love trail running.

Thanks, guys...let's do it again soon.


Sunday, July 08, 2007

Fangs for the Memories

Sometimes people ask me how I knew Jason was "the one." Was it his intelligence? His sense of humor? His dashing good looks? His impeccable dental hygiene?

Yes, all of those things were important. But what clenched it was how well he fit in with my family.


Through a Glass, Darkly

Jason is more ominous when behind translucent plastic, yes/no?


Monday, June 04, 2007

Everyone knows the most delicious part of the muffin is the top

Jason and I are obsessed with 30 Rock in the worst way.

This obsession is partially explained by the fact that it appears to be based on our lives. Exhibit A: "Kenneth" is clearly modeled on Jason, while "Liz Lemon" is a poorly disguised version of Liz LaBau.

The original:

The knockoff:

The original:

The knockoff:

But these television dopplegangers are just one reason why this show is so brilliant. Alec Baldwin is fantastically funny, Tracy Morgan is surprisingly tolerable, and it's given us a steady supply of one-liners to interject into random conversations at inappropriate times. ("Teehee! Pregnant cornbread!")

But undoubtedly the best--and worst--thing about our 30 Rock habit is the tenacious tapeworm of a song known as "Muffin Top." I'll finally get it out of my head, only to have Jason sidle up and whisper, "Everyone knows..." and then I'm back to square one, with 30 seconds of infernal dance pop bouncing around my brain. Please, internets, take it away:

Important Update! Today Jason saw the actor who plays Kenneth on the street! Could it really be a coincidence that he runs into his televisual alter ego less than a day after I make this post? Worlds are colliding!


Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Little Indiscretions

"Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway."


Monday, May 21, 2007

Malibu Mist

In California in the early Spring
there are pale yellow mornings
when the mist burns slowly into day.
The air stings like autumn,
clarifies like pain.
Well I have dreamed this coast myself.
[Robert Hass]

and Bruce aren't the only ones to have run the Malibu trails recently. And by "trails," I mean "rabbit tracks through overgrown meadows." I love it.

[Side note: I think our pictures are from the same trail! Ray Miller y/n?]

THIS was the stunning ocean view I was promised. 2000 feet of climb for crashing waves! Sweeping vistas! Typical coastal fog!

Do you see the ocean? Me, I do not see the ocean.

I did see some fun Seussian plants, though. Oh Malibu, you so crazy.