I love how every city sparkles this time of year. Christmas lights are everywhere and I am loving it.
Spent last weekend in Chicago for the dude’s 30th (!!!!) birthday and ate my weight in deep dish pizza (ugh.) and played the best game ever invented.
I’m hyping it up big but I doubt you can not love this game (?). You ride around in bumper car with a crank to steer, trying to shoot a whiffle ball – using lacrosse heads, into basketball backboard goals. What the what? Here.
I did end up with some wicked bruises (boy bumper car bump > girl bumper car bump) but it was so worth it. I will start this in DC.
(here are the specifics of the game if you’re interested in that sort of thing via wikipedia)
Went to the Jersey shore last weekend to volunteer post Sandy. I was seriously shocked to see how bad it still was – three weeks out. It was heartbreaking . Too many homes still didn’t have power and there were so many families that lost everything. It was incredible though, to see the strength and support of the community as everyone came together to help out and rebuild.
The iconic shore without its boardwalk
There are lots of ways to still help out if you can’t volunteer and here are just a few!
-Donate directly to the different to the towns like the town of Belmar here or the American Red Cross
-Directly purchase items for those in need using their registry via amazon here
Had a whirlwind visit to California this past holiday weekend for a few days full of friends, sun and so much fun. The weekend ended with me begging Mr. J to promise me that we can move to the west coast at some point in our lives. Yes, I liked it that much.
I had the pleasure of being part of one of the most beautiful weddings ever in Santa Barbara and will follow-up with that in a whole another post. Before I flew out, I squeezed in one day with a good friend, Jenny, who just made the move out west. Just like we all thought, she is already all over it. In a good way.
I had my first In-N-Out experience, gobbled up donuts at 2am at TWO different donut shops (Magee’s was better) and watched some star caliber karaoke (is everyone in LA trying to make it as a singer/dancer/model/actress?!)
There is your Cali sneak-peak.
I went to see the Jean Paul Gaultier From Sidewalk to Catwalk exhibit at de Young Museum in Golden Gate park; beforehand I didn’t know much about JPG except that he was the designer behind those odd torso perfume bottles sold in cans and Madonna’s pointy cone bra. It was one of those occasions where people who truly understand fashion (or pretend to) would say it was a deeply moving religious fashion experience. As someone who enjoys fashion but doesn’t buy into the whole “fashion is my religion and Channel is the high priest” movement I found the exhibit to be wildly entertaining. JPG is a creative genius—no question about this. Each piece was mind-bloggling, took hundreds of hours to construct and completely original. You never wagged your finger and thought: “Naughty, naughty, naughty! That piece is a little reminiscent of one in Stella McCartney’s resort collection.” His inventiveness was the luminescence around what felt at times like a creatively dark exhibit (there were some Shades of Gray dominatrix type set ups—see below). After viewing pieces like the white tribal wedding gown, which only a betrothed goddess of a Mayan temple would wear (below), you can understand exactly why his pieces are adored and worn by celebrities like Lady Gaga and Madonna. On a more interesting note, some of the mannequins in the exhibit blinked, peered around, sang and were better at fluttering their eyelashes than I am. Speaky! (Spectacular and freaky.) Lastly, let us talk about the lip smackingly delicious museum food at de Young Museum cafe. Who needs exhibits when you can make a beeline for the café and get slow roasted porchetta tartine, gruyere cheese, dijon, pear chutney, arugula and shaved fennel for $12 bucks?
October 2010, Ajka, Veszprém county, Hungary:
“around a million cubic meters of toxic waste were released after the burst of the retaining wall in one of the reservoirs used for the accumulation of MAL aluminium company rubbish. The spilling reached two meters high and started a destructive race trying to release its energy, flooding Devecser and Kolontár villages. Ten casualties were counted and the material damages were impossible to measure, including the destruction or irreparable deterioration of a big amount of houses, the disappearing of infrastructures and the poisoning of dozens of fields. The accident was fastly considered the biggest [environmental] catastrophe of Hungarian history.”
These striking photos were taken by Spanish photographer Palíndromo Mészaros 6 months after the accident. I happened to be in 45 km from the spill at the time visiting relatives in in Pápa. We willed it not to rain. Not to wash it into the Danube.
Unfortunately, it did.
One of my favorite times of the year when I can afford not one, but maybe two packs of berries at the grocery store. But man, those berries you buy are nothing like those berries you pick.
Berry season was early this year so I already missed most of the strawberries (although I got a delicious handful) but blueberry season is in full force!
I think I ate just about as much as I picked (whoops!) We came back with 7lbs of blueberries that we had grand plans of distributing and baking with but they are like little crack rocks and we mostly just ate them ourselves…