Neal Pollack

For those of you who don't know, which is most of you (which isn't a lot considering my small audience of readers of this blog ), my good friend Zoe introduced me to an author , Neal Pollack, about a year ago. I would recommend Neal Pollack's Anthology of American Literature for a good time.
Last month I drove up to San Francisco to go to a Neal Pollack book signing with her. These are the results of our Neal Pollack adventure:

Courtesy of the San Francisco Chronicle. Click on the picture for the article.

Anti-war Protest, San Francisco 2007.

One of the greatest pictures of the weekend:

Northern California

My weekend has been eventful, but for now I want to leave you with a quick link to a really interesting artist that my friend tipped me off to since she works at CBS news and always knows the most obscure news stories ever:

The city of San Francisco made out of jello.

Miniatures...

...have always interested me. Something about the scale, the preservation of even the finest details in something as simple as a plastic figurine.
It's amazing how these 2 artists, Akiko Ida and Pierre Javelle, are able to take simple, everyday objects and transform them into beautiful backdrops and landscapes that allude to an alternate reality.
I love how whimsical and imaginative these photos are. Definitely check out the website for more of their work.

Considering

The amount of time I am on the computer at work (eight hours.) I don't update this site enough. And I do kind of want to.
So who ever thought I'd end up in the fashion industry. Every girl's dream?










p.s. if I hear "Rick, please call me at extension 130"over the P.A. one more time my brain might explode.

purple roadie for zoe

Are you tired of these yet?

Yes, I'm back. Sort of. I hope.

Have you ever

I'm not the best writer, but I'll try.

Do you ever get the feeling when you sit down at the movie theater that maybe a seatbelt or something should come around your waist? I feel that way sometimes. Not always at the theater, but other random times when sitting down in cushy type seating arrangements as well. Today I wondered that, and I wondered why is it that I am so conditioned to expect a seatbelt to come around me, like second nature? I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say; I guess I don't make much sense. So I'll leave it at that.

cool

A new post. of old pictures.