Oh, technology.

My laptop pooped out on Sunday, so I'm using a friend's backup computer to get me through. In the mean time, I'm going to take a little break from blogging until I have all of my materials again. Have a great week!

*image from Jacob...K


Honest Foods: the Musical

As some of you may know, my friends and I have been working on a video for Honest Foods (the company I do marketing for) for quite a while now. It all began when my boss suggested we make a video for YouTube - something to get the word out about us. I honestly had no idea what would be remotely appealing to people, so I just decided to do what I love most: singing and dancing.

Well...2 years and $150 later I'm proud to say our video is done! So if you could please give it a look, post about it, leave a comment and/or rate the video, we'd be much obliged! Thank you so much for all of your support! :)




Boy, do I feel like visiting NYC again. I'm thinking I need to make a bi-annual pilgrimage - it's like living there, but without the wretched cold!


boyfriend watch

I don't know if I'm totally behind on the manly watch trend, but I just picked up a spiffy lil' timepiece from Target. Sadly, it's not in their online store, but if you look for it in-store, I believe it is literally called "the boyfriend watch."

What I like is that it maintains the nice, masculine feel of a guy's watch without having an overwhelmingly huge face. And at $15, it was a pretty easy decision to take it home with me.

Note: I had 2 links taken out since the band runs big, which costs about $10 more. But hey - $25 total? - not bad!


slides of slides

Sometimes when I'm feeling stressed out or low, I just take a look at this kodachrome slide of a parrot going down a playground slide. Game changer.

*image from Jacob...K


What fall is complete without a pumpkin outing? Coop & I went to Bates Nut Farm - a San Diego institution. My favorite parts were probably the little kids playing in the pumpkin patch and the animal pens - how obscenely cute are baby goats?


polka face

Don't know about you, but I am polkaing tonight! Woo! Bratwurst, beer & the chicken dance - Get it, Oktoberfest. :)

*image from pastorfuture


ode to october

It's October again...that month I used to be so obsessed with when I was little. Halloween, when you're done right you're my favorite holiday. All it takes is a whiff of pumpkin when I cut into my jack o' lantern-to-be to bring back the memories. That smell is amazing; it beats Eau de Christmas Tree hands down.

I was one of those kids that wanted to be
a witch way, way before Harry Potter hit the presses. That was when I was around age seven and eight. I would draw pictures from this children's book The Little Witch Girl starting in July and paste them to my window as Halloween decorations. When the Oriental Trading Company catalogue came in the mail around September...woo, that shit was my Cosmo. Papier Máché skeletons, glowing cauldrons, battery-operated pumpkin lanterns, fog machines, graveyard window clings - all labeled with a Made in China sticker at the bottom. It still has power over me; thankfully, I don't receive Oriental anymore. It was a real allowance drain.

For about two consecutive Octobers, I'd bust out this doll-sized plastic skeleton - Stanley the Skeleton - and he'd be my teddy bear for a month. I would take bubble baths with him, paint his toenails, cuddle with his little plastic bones each night...we really had a great bond, Stanley and I.
How this all didn't completely terrify my parents? No idea. Somehow, instead of sending me to the psychologist for possible coping-with-death issues, my mom now loves Halloween just because I got so into it as a kid.

So why choose a skeleton to tell all of my problems to as a seven year old? Honestly, don't look into it. If you ask me, I just didn't relate to my porcelain girl dolls or Barbie much. And do you blame me? They were materialist. Obsessed with looks. Stanley had the wisdom of his years on his side; plus, his jaws were always slightly open in this black-toothed, laughing smile. He was just having a good time, that guy. I wish I could find him now - he's probably in the basement somewhere, lying in mouse feces.

All of this...and I was not goth (not that there's anything wrong with that). No black clothes and Hot Topic tees - I just loved the whole magic and fantasy of it all (not the, you know, DEATH thing). Well, maybe I did like the macabre a bit, but the whole idea of souls outliving their bodies is compelling, whether you're a kid or not. And at the time, I took more of a Hispanic, folkloric stance on it all. Namely, death isn't some scary thing; our relatives are still floating around having some good times. I love the whole idea of Mexico's Day of the Dead...Here, Dearly Departed Aunt Conchita: a tamale for your troubles. Now let's party on your grave!

I haven't gone to a really scary haunted house in a long time, but I'm hoping San Diego's Museum of Man may someday bring back its amazing one...even though I know they auctioned off all of the decorations and costumes many years ago. I went when I was four and never went back, it was that good. I'll never forget the part with the trippy mummy coming out of the sarcophagus, all rendered completely disorienting with strobe lights. ahhh!

So here's to you, October: now it's time for some beer garden action at my city's little Oktoberfest. :)

*images from Abby Try Again, via Olivet