Friday, December 21, 2007

C is for Cookie

My very first word was "cookie" and although I love cookies, it was my fascination with Sesame Street and the Cookie Monster that provoked this first utterance. In any case I think this set me on a path toward sugar addiction early on. I had the chance to combine my love of sugar and my creative skills the other night when we joined Linda for her traditional cookie decorating extravaganza. I have to say, I think this medium really suited Ian much better than myself. As I made cute cookie ladies with hearts and stars and Christmas decorations, Ian was creating zombies, sheriffs, pregnant cookies, nuclear and coal generated cookies and my favorite was a collaboration...I made a cute grandma cookie with white hair and a pearl necklace and Ian thought she needed to be a bit more he put a skull and crossbones on her dress. I think it rocks! James also had some pretty awesome but macabre cookie creations with lobotomy guys, shark bite guy and open heart surgery guy. I loved this tradition and hope we get to do it again next year!
Ian is hard at work.

Grandma, the zombie and the sheriff surrounded by other of Ian's creations.

Cute cookies.

James' cookies.


Sunday, December 16, 2007

The Stranger

I awoke Thursday morning to find a strange man fondling my cat.

Ian had a job interview, so he cleaned himself up and is looking pretty damn good in his new suit. It just seems so unlike him as he normally sports ripped up jeans, tee shirts, a pony tail and facial hair. His interview went well and he was relieved to find the firm quite informal so that he could certainly return to his former look. Whew, not sure I could get used to the clean cut stranger.

Monday, December 10, 2007


I wish I had time to live two lives. In one I would go to work everyday as a landscape architect and spend my evenings hanging out with Ian, knitting and painting watercolors. In the other, I would wake up and go to work in my studio creating photographs, screen prints and whatever else I so desired. I would probably still spend my evenings hanging out with Ian, knitting and painting watercolors, so I guess there isn't a total schism. But for now I live between two worlds balancing and sometimes dropping time. It wouldn't be so bad if I were a patient person. Perhaps cultivating an understanding of the nature of time and patience would really help me out in the long term, but for now it seems like just one more thing to add to my laundry list of life. A few watercolors....

A Watercolor a Day set to date.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007


I have always had places of refuge or escape wherever I have lived. Sometimes out of necessity when living with my parents or friends, but mostly just because it was enjoyable. These places have been parks, trees, beaches and hills. After living here 4 years I still haven't found a place that speaks to me. It is beautiful all around, but there is no close by nook to stop off at when I need a recharge. I miss those places I used to visit and hope to find another some day soon. This tree in Tilden was one of my favorite spots in Berkeley...