13 posts tagged personal
saturday nap pile
this weekend book trip to paris & annecy
I love this charming video. It plays up every Parisian stereotype, but tastefully, and, besides, it’s a fairytale that many – self included – are eager to believe. With all the bad things that happen every day around the world, why not believe in something that’s as lovely and romantic as the idea of getting lost and finding yourself?
last week in los angeles
Deviled eggs, stuffed shells, meatballs, potato salad. French onion soup crostini. Grey sweatshirt over my favorite dress. Pink socks. Purple hyacinths. Banana cake. Yeti the Abominable Snowdog. Jack barking. Mittens hiding under the bathroom sink. Homemade party hat with gold glitter and confetti. Bourbon. “Wild” champagne. New friends. Old friends. Chris’s friends. Full apartment. Full heart. Full plates.
Photos by Eddy Vallante
Left the snow behind in New York today for sea, sand, sunshine and tacos.
Here are the shy, smiley women of Taqueria Don Beto, cutting up oranges for fresh orange juice on the side of the main highway from Cancun airport to Tulum.
Chris and I made a beeline here in our little white rented car and arrived just as they were closing to feast on the dregs of cochinita pibil, a traditional Mexican slow-roasted pork dish, which, in this case, is served in flour tacos on the side of the road.
Jack is pooped. I explained to him that waking up at seven in the morning on the weekend will do that but he doesn’t speak English so did not understand.
favorite things mittens
While I love all of my animals and take good care of them, Mittens is especially spoiled. He was diagnosed with asthma last fall, so now I let him get away with hell and hang out on the dining table.
Even when he tries to eat my lunch I don’t yell at him lest he get stressed and cough up a lung—that’s what it sounds like—which breaks my heart.
At least he is considerate and looks for things to sit on, like plastic bags and old issues of New York…
Jack is my alarm clock. He goes off at 6:50 every morning, seven days a week. Over a month has passed since his adoption and the early morning games of fetch have finally become routine. I’ve even begun to appreciate a few things about being up before everyone else, like quiet, empty streets and seeing the rising sun make pretty colors in the sky.
happy new year new dog + dispatch to my boss
Every once in a while, I write an email that comes out more succinct and sincere than any blog post I spend hours editing. I sent one such message to my boss today…
Happy New Year!
I hope you had a restful and happy time in Germany. Can’t wait to catch up with the team now that it’s after the holidays. The community front was well looked after by dalas and me; happy to say I have no fires to report. The App of the Year Award buzz kept going strong all through last week. It was such a rush knowing we were reaching and welcoming so many new creators.
As for me, I am fighting what I think is bronchitis and training this new dog I got! He is kind of like a child. He’s much more work than Mittens and Monkey combined, but he’s way more forthcoming with feedback and affection, so there is an upside. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I signed up for animal number three - especially one that requires regular walks in the blistering cold - but it’s a small price to pay to make your dream of having a home filled with lots of love and animals come true.
Thanks again for the opportunity to work together last year. Looking forward to working with the team to move onward and upward in 2013!
happy birthday merry christophermas
A little over a year ago, Chris and I decided that being together would be a good idea. But it wasn’t really a good idea because I was already in a relationship. Still, there’s never a “good time” to break up with someone you care about to be with someone you’re in love with, so the only responsible thing to do was to do it. On an otherwise normal Thursday in early November, Mittens and I moved out of the apartment where the old relationship lived.
Chris’s birthday is on Christmas Eve, which was fast approaching following the first days of our (very) young relationship. It’s a birthdate people usually forget, he said, or combines with holiday celebrations. We were only dating for a couple of weeks when I asked what he was doing for his 30th to which he replied he had nothing planned. At that point, I hadn’t even met most of his friends yet.
I found their emails anyway. With a bit of planning and a few white lies, I organized a surprise birthday gathering at Manhattan Inn, now one of our favorite bars — complete with live piano! — in Greenpoint, near his apartment which I “officially” moved into in January.
One year, two apartments, three adopted animals and at least forty arguments later, we arrive at our second Christmas Eve together, his thirty-first birthday.
We celebrated a few days early with a feast at Legend, his favorite Sichuan restaurant in New York City, and cheesecakes from Magnolia Bakery.
Like last year…
It was a surprise.
Though we sometimes become impatient with each other and bicker like curmudgeonly old people, the last thirteen crazy months has also been my happiest.
Happy birthday, Mr. Smith.
photos by eddy vallente
favorite things bourbon & hip hop
The DJ seemed to take inspiration from the Step Up movies, specifically one and three, which probably made me more happy than anyone else there because I love the Step Up movies.
As chance would have it, I just watched Step Up Revolution the night before, which, especially with a few potent bourbon cocktails from Pouring Ribbons in me, is how I like to spend my Friday evenings.
Internet harassment and racism still exist. Who knew?
I am publishing this because it doesn’t bother me, but it might bother someone else. If that’s you, I hope you know you’re not alone.
Nasty comments used to feel personal as if someone stuck their foot out so I’d trip and fall down the stairs. They would take the wind out of my sails and, for the rest of the day, I’d wonder if I should’ve taken the elevator instead.
Some comments have left me so upset I’d spend two hours crafting a sarcastic and equally condescending retort only to remember that negativity + negativity only yields more of it. Sullenly, I would hit Delete.
Eventually, my emotions didn’t get the best of me anymore and I wouldn’t throw a pity party each time because, now, I can picture the commenter feeling smug, thinking Yes I hurt this person today. And you’re like, huh? This person is probably a decade younger than I am, sitting in the dark relishing in anonymity, anger and a misguided sense of superiority in his or her pajamas.
People who are 1. generally happy, 2. interested in and engaged with the world and 3. have creative outlets do not take the time to create anonymous accounts to leave hostile comments.
To the interesting, creative and positive people out there — be vigilant in the face of destructive criticism. Don’t tolerate bigots and bullies. Sometimes it may seem like they’re everywhere, but they’re not. They’re just really loud and have time on their hands.
If you look for it, and especially here on Tumblr, you’ll always find a place for constructive and thoughtful debate; it’s in person, in public, in private, in the news, on TV and, yes, even online. It’s not behind a curtain and made-up names.
Unfortunately, I know there will always be someone who will make assumptions based on the way I look and, driven by their own small-mindedness, make offensive remarks. But when it happens again, just remember that neither you nor I have to feel we’re on our own and put up with it. Instead, tell someone you trust or, in this case, press Publish.
Black-and-white photos, Halloween parties, hugs and knowing it’s a wig.
photos by andre salyer