Damn Fine Cup o' Coffee

Actually, as much as I wanted to emulate Kyle MacLachlan at the Twin Peaks Cafe in North Bend, WA, I did not have coffee or cherry pie.  I had a grilled cheese sandwich and a damn fine order of french fries.

Popcorn, Peanuts & Elephants

It's summer. I'm craving the circus.

I've been having fun with Polyvore, a site which lets you make 

colleges of clothing items and interior design components and 

post them. It's a little like modern day, electronic paper dolls, 

without the dolls, though you could add those too if you wanted.

1. Messy bun; 2. CP Shades blouse; 3. Rhino scarf by Sofia Costas; 

4. Pant by Old Navy; 5.  Maddison Shoes by Asos; 6. Blackwing 

reproduction pencils by Palomino and ; 7. Rolf wood glasses.

Power of the Pentatonic Scale

The Power of the Pentatonic Scale was demonstrated at the World Science Festival 

in 3 minutes by Bobby McFerrin.  This is lovely.

Fake Magazine? Container Gardens

In anticipation of fixing up my tiny backyard, I purchased a magazine
today called "Container Gardens".  I have a few containers going now,
hope to have more soon, but the main thing that caught my eye was
this blurb on the cover: "Can't Fail Combos for Sun and Shade".

        Unfortunately, there was no such
         article in the magazine. Thinking
         I'd shoot them an email asking for
         guidance and page numbers, I found
         no contact information or letter
         section in the magazine (which is
         published by Harris Publications).
         There is no website for the publication
         either. Also, no publication month. It
          is apparently an annual magazine.


I haven't bought a magazine for a long time. They are too expensive and
in most cases a waste of time. This was was one those cases and I've
learned my lesson: check the initial pages to make sure it is a legitimate,
regular publication with an internet presence or full contact information
and a real editor and staff. Who knew due diligence was necessary before
purchasing a magazine?

Travel Bug

The recent few days of sunshine combined with news that some of my 

friends are either in the midst of, or about to take, adventurous journeys 

to Paris, Marrakesh and London, has me jonesing for travel.  I’m going 

to California in June, not quite as adventurous but I’m quite excited 

about it nonetheless.  Oh how I wish the Francesa Woodman exhibit 

would still be up at the SFMOMA. For those of you in Northern California, 

it runs through February 20 and shouldn’t be missed.

I’m getting my taxes done today and if I get a refund my plans are four-fold: 

first, purchase this exhibit related book from SFMOMA; 

Second, sock away some money for California, Third, pay off some debt 

and fourth, allow myself the purchase of one new clothing item (as opposed 

to the second hand items I usually buy (happily). Fingers crossed that HR 

Block pulls through for me.

Broken ankle: One Year Later

It's been over a year since I broke and dislocated my ankle: a trimalleolar break (three
bones) as well as a dislocation (my foot bent down and backwards).  Here's my six
month update which has links to my other ankle posts.

Now it is 14 months later and as snow has hit the town Im living in - I find myself
thinking of my fall last winter and struggling with Snow PTSD. I'm a very slow walker
on icy surfaces now.

I also:
- still have ankle pain daily, but for shorter periods of time. I would guess I pop
    painkillers (2-3 aleve usually) about four days a week.
- still have swelling. every day. Sometimes by noon. Sometimes by the end of the day.
- limp sometimes. Not a lot.  If I have been sitting at my desk for a long time I will
    limp for a minute when I get up.  Or if I take the dogs on a long walk I sometimes
    limp a little afterwards.  I usually try to disguise it as a jaunty boho walk (whatever
    that is!)
- don't wear any sort of heel. No way. fear of wobbling.
- still have visible scars on both sides of my ankle wear I had the surgery. Visible to me
   at least.  I don't think anyone else would notice unless they were sitting right beside
    me and looking straight at them.

All in all, I think I've been pretty lucky.  And if you are reading this due to your own injury,
I hope you'll be lucky too.