Archive for June, 2006
I had my last improvisation class last night. FYI, my graduation show is at the UCB theater this coming Sunday, June 11th, at 1 P.M. If you can make it, great. If you can’t, I will hunt you down like a dog.
I would love to be able to write and perform for a living. I always said that if I ever became financially set, I would pursue that full-time. There are several reasons that I don’t. For one
Sephora’s
Luminous Trio
As stated on their website, “Shed a little light on your look with our palette featuring three glowing shades of shimmer. Buff them over your cheeks, eyes, shoulders, and décolleté - anywhere you dare to bare.“
This teeny tiny little square is sooo cute.
Much more petite than it’s look-a-like Brownie Brick from Bobbi Brown, that All About The Pretty Blogger raves about, and with a few less colors.
shown left to right: Bobbi Brown Brick & Sephora Luminous Trio.
With 3 shades, a light champagne shimmer, a orangey rust shimmer (it looks more rusty than it does in the photo) and a golden shimmer, the best part is the versatility. Apply the champagne on the brow bone and then the rust or gold on the eyelids.. or my favorite, sweep a brush across all three to get a all over shimmer…But be aware. This application is the type you don’t really see on until the sunlight hits it. Then you notice it. I noticed that it went on very smooth, shimmery, and lasted really well. No fragrance, and I’m finding myself throwing this on to brighten my look, even when it’s raining and there’s no hint of a tropical vacation anytime soon. Best look is on the tops of the cheekbones back towards the ear and blend towards the apple of the cheek. If you’re looking for something quick, and petite-cute to throw in your purse and reasonably priced, this might be it.
Sephora Luminous Trio from The Sephora Collection.
Available in Bronze Trio (shown) and Rose Trio. $15
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One of my freelance gigs is writing ad copy for “urban fiction.” As a professional writer, I’ll scribble just about anything for money, and formulaic novels make for easy work, so it would be wrong to say that I’m ambivalent about the job. As a reader, however, I have mixed feelings about the ascendancy of books like Ice Cream for Freaks, Candy Licker and Legit Baller
This stuff is often self-published, or it’s self-published work that has been picked up and reissued by a commercial house, and I’ve got nothing but admiration for the remarkable success of grassroots publishing in African-American fiction. And one might argue that these books reach an audience that wouldn’t otherwise be reading, and that reading something is better than reading nothing. It must be said, though, that this stuff is, more often than not, astonishingly crappy. It’s true that it’s not necessarily any crappier than most of the mass market fiction aimed at a whiter audience—although there do seem to be a lot more spelling and grammatical errors than one tends to find in even the cheesiest romance novel or thriller—but I feel that, if I were African American, I would be offended by the print iteration of blaxploitation. Of course, since I’m not African American, I feel kind of squeamish about having an opinion at all, particularly one that tries to encompass how I think I might feel if I were black. So, I write my ad copy, I try not to make icky faces while I do it, and I cash my paycheck.
Kia Gregory’s column on ghetto fiction in Philadelphia Weekly is kind of thin, but she does say a few of the things I might say about the genre if I were going to say anything at all.
There is no other place in the world about which I have so many mixed feelings as Berkeley. I spent my most miserable teenage summers here, but it is an undeniably quirky and fun town. I can almost enjoy it now; with its innumerable coffee shops and cute boys; its lovely tree-lined streets and the best bread in the world. My dad’s place is cozy and there is a tiny waterfall outside the door to my room.
I’ve been driving around in a rented car, doing my work thing and I’ve had such a flood of memories, I can’t tell you. The time 16-year-old Jamy drove Grandpa and Aunt Sylvie back to San Francisco after dinner in Berkeley, slightly buzzed on the wine I was allowed to drink at dinner. My Italian step-cousin and super-duper crush was in the car too and he drove us back to Berkeley realizing that we’d erred in giving me the wheel
The first solo longish distance car drive I ever made, from Berkeley to Sonoma, with Wham!’s “Freedom” screaming on the stereo.
The grate across the street from Dad’s house where my best-boyfriend ever flatted the tire on my car.
Searching, ultimately successfully, for the Esprit warehouse in SF’s industrial district with my best friend from Knoxville.
Going to the movies, in South San Francisco, with an ex-boyfriend, who I still loved.
Then, yesterday, I decided to drive to Haight-Asbury on my way to a meeting and I got lost in SF. That is crazy. Just the night before, Dad said, “You have the best sense of direction, short of GPS, of anyone I’ve ever known.” I don’t do lost. Not in San Francisco. I once calculated that I spent a total of a year of my life in San Francisco/Berkeley, what with all the summers, vacations, etc. Yet, I got all turned around, off track and ended up seeing residential parts of the city that I’d never visited before. And, without stopping and only glances at a schematic map, I did, indeed find my way to the Haight, parking and free (weak) wifi. Then it was off to a meeting in San Mateo County.
And, now it’s off again.
Grateful for: Berkeley (who knew?).
PS Yesterday, I ran 10min non-stop. Today, 12 min. I’m pretty damn impressed with myself.
Regular readers of this blog know that my Number One Son, who pops in here from time to time and leaves a comment, is all about bikes. When he was five and we took the training wheels off his first bike, we quickly learned that we’d been holding the kid back. Instead of wobbling around with a worried expression on his little face, he stood on the seat, kicked one leg out behind him, and sailed down our quiet little street, thrilled to have two wheels under him. Years later, when all of his friends were buying cars (where we live, everyone drives), Tristan sank his fortune into a sexy new bike and all kinds of gear. He was almost nineteen when he finally bought a car, but he sold it when he moved to downtown Chicago to work and attend school–and hang with the bicycle messengers, who now know him as their current skid champion.
Tristan is excited that his new, custom-built track bike is finally finished, so he e-mailed and asked me to blog about it. I invited him to say a few words, and here’s what he e-mailed back.
Wow! What’s this, you ask? A SPECIAL GUEST BLOG ENTRY! You may remember an entry my mom wrote several months ago with a picture of me holding a goofy looking pink bike frame. Nearly a year after I received the frame, the bike is finally all built up and ready to race!
This bad boy is for velodrome use only, and is a purebred race steed. It’s light, fast, stiff, and expensive. All the things a good bike needs to be!
Here are all the bike-geek oriented details:
Frameset:
Custom hand-built Don Walker frame & fork. A carefully selected mix of Columbus Zona & Reynolds 531 steel tubing.
Components:
FSA Orbit II XL threadless headset
Look ErgoStem (adjustable from 0mm-150mm)
Nitto B125 38cm
Velox cloth bar tape
Thompson aluminum seatpost, zero setback
Salsa seat clamp
Miche bottom bracket & Crankset (49t)
KMC extra wide chain
Dura Ace rear cog, 15t aluminum
28h Mavic CXP 30 tubular rims, Dura Ace 7600 series track hubs
Vittoria Pista Evo CL tubular tires, 19mm
Look pedals
Many thanks to Don Walker and my boss Marcus at Yojimbo’s Garage for helping me get exactly what I wanted.
Rubber side down,
Tristan
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