Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Go Go's

What's not to love? This music video is amazing.




EMI won't let me embed this one, but I had to at least post the link... almost makes me want to move back to L.A. to cruise around Hollywood in a junky convertable:

Our Lips Are Sealed

Nerd Girlfriend Entry #7: Paula Poundstone



Erin, I have to be honest. This one was kinda tough. I'm not that familiar with Paul Poundstone and this was the only picture I could find that I liked...

Friday, August 21, 2009

Nighttime Bike Ride!


Have I written an ode to nighttime bike riding yet? Right now is the perfect time! Not too hot, not too cold, you can smell jasmine and roses and tomatoes and bbq and whatever else is happening in the neighborhood. In fact, I feel like there's been a few times this month where I've smelled something interesting first, then turned a corner and found a block party or a market, or an ice cream truck. . .

There are tons of people out riding their bikes right now in the dark. They are all kinda trying to check each other out, but the light isn't so good on side streets, so it's harder to not be obvious about it.

It's also sort of fun to look into the houses of people who don't close their curtains. You get a random glimpse of some one at a computer in a home office, or watching TV, having a dinner party, or a fight. It's so different than biking around in the day. In the daytime the houses are quiet entities unto themselves, at night it's about the people in the houses.

But despite this, it's much quieter. There are less cars, less stereos blaring, less people running around on the sidewalk. And you are more aware of the air around you and the sound it makes going past your ears; and that's probably my favorite part. . .

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Tonight

Tonight I feel so grateful and happy for so many things. I'm so excited to climb into my soft bed, get between the soft, satiny bamboo sheets and put my head on my pillow, then curl up into a ball and breathe deep.

Good night. . .

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle


I just finished reading 'The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle' by Marukami and my head is still reeling from the experience. For me, I think the central theme of the book was how to move from a place of numb indifference to that of real feeling and all the trade-offs associated with that, like a more conscious awareness of your own mortality, pain, etc. . . If you look at how the main character, Mr. Okata (I don't even remember his first name, I think it only gets mentioned once or twice. In fact you barely know anything about him at all, he seems to be merely the emptiest of proxies for the reader) starts off with a sort of simple, natural but dispassionate relationship with his wife, Kumiko, where rather than arguing with her, he checks the calendar and calmly calculates when her period is due and acts accordingly and correctly. . . and then contrast that with his relationship with May Kasahara, who is constantly questioning the unpredictability of life, is an unpredictable character herself, and who actually tries and succeeds at eliciting extreme and real emotions and feelings. You go from really hating her when she covers the well and traps Mr. Okata down there, to totally adoring her through her letters from the wig factory. In fact, it's May Kasahara I think about the most when I reflect on the book.

I loved her letter in which she describes putting rice pudding mix in the microwave and getting macaroni gratin instead when the bell rings. That life is sometimes really like that. That things don't have to make sense and can be ever-changing and why not accept that state of reality as more normal than getting rice pudding in return every time. This part of the book blew my mind a little because I've been having so many thoughts along the same lines recently. Like I really wouldn't be surprised at all to get macaroni gratin; and every once in awhile I find myself in a place/situation/state of being that isn't the usual derivative of the person I consider myself to be, or the decisions I usually make, but I find comfort in it. I tend to find myself thinking, "thank goodness the universe is still a surprise." Even if maybe it's not the most positive place/situation/state of being, I'd rather have some of those highs and lows, and an ever changing, multi-dimensional way of looking at my life instead of one ruled by absolutes and formulaic outcomes. . . right?

At this point I was going to launch into a whole spiel about the trade-offs between knowledge and pain; or self-awareness, feeling and mortality, but I'm afraid I have long-winded, complicated and ever-changing ideas about these concepts and it's way too late in the day for me to get started on them, so I'll save them for another time!

Also, on a more superficial note, reading 'The Wind-UP Bird Chronicle' and 'Kafka on the Shore' has made me want to go to Japan more than ever! If you have any advice on how to score a cheap plane ticket, when to go, etc. let me know.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

One whole year without a car!

I've almost arrived at one whole year without a car. It wasn't hard at all, and I never even rode the bus, not once! I'm pretty sure I will never own a car again, unless I run across a champagne Porsche 928 from the 80's. . .


(couldn't find a picture of a champagne colored one, boo.)

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Nerd Girlfriend Entry #3: Blair Warner








When I was 7, I wanted nothing more than to have Blair's hair. Damn.

I'm sure that if I end up sticking with this nerdgirlfriend thing, anyone who's ever appeared on the Facts of Life will end up here. . .

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Cucumber Season: Yet Another Reason to Love Scandinavia; Also, Quantum Entanglement



So I've never actually been to Scandinavia, but I'm sure I'd love it. I have long fostered a deep love of Scandinavian folk art, Icelandic knitwear, havarti, and Pipi Longstocking. . . I pretty much love all things Scandinavian. (and all things Eastern European as well, but I think I'm genetically biased there) There aren't as many books as you'd think about Scandinavian folk art, so I've bought every one I've come across, but anyway, I'm getting off topic, I wanted to talk about Cucumber Season...

Today I found out that in Norway they call this time of year 'Cucumber Season' because things slow down so much in Scandinavia, with everyone on holiday and out of the country or up in little mountain cabins or tooling around the seaside in little boats, that the newspapers have nothing to print, so the cover stories are usually about who has grown the largest cucumbers. . . Isn't that just so damn charming? Don't you want to grab Norway and pinch it's cheeks and coo about how cute it is? I hope that someday I get to spend a leisurely summer munching on cucumbers in a little red house in Sweden, but for now my porch is pretty good and today my friend Judith just happened to give me some cucumbers from her garden to eat, sort of serendipitous.

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Later on in the day I was talking to a friend about how I want to write a romance novel that also somehow involves the theory of Quantum Entanglement... For a lengthy explanation of Quantum Entanglement check out the wikipedia entry here. Einstein called it "spooky action at a distance". But a new age website defines it thusly:

Imagine you have two individual particles. You do something to somehow link the two together, or “entangle” them, so that a change in one automatically affects the other. Even when you separate the two objects, they somehow still remain correlated no matter what the distance.

This is the basis of quantum entanglement. The idea is that if you take two entangled particles and you “jiggle” this particle over here, you’ll automatically “jiggle” that particle over there simultaneously.
(www.youaretrulyloved.com/enlightenment/quantum-entanglement/)

I also found an NPR story about Quantum Entanglement and love:

After running 36 couples through this test, the researchers found that when one person focused his thoughts on his partner, the partner's blood flow and perspiration dramatically changed within two seconds. The odds of this happening by chance were 1 in 11,000. Three dozen double blind, randomized studies by such institutions as the University of Washington and the University of Edinburgh have reported similar results. (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104351710)

So you see, I think this idea is ripe for a romance novel! Don't steal my idea! I have my pen name all picked out too. It's real cute.

Anyway, I hope you all are enjoying Cucumber Season and that your particles are jiggling along in good company...