where there's a willie, there's no way

this morning, i got up dark and early for an mri for my knee. todd graciously dropped me off at ucsf, and i walked in semi-sleepy to an empty radiology department. fast forward five minutes to check-in, where the man behind me sounds familiar. i sat down on the neighboring sofa, looked up, and there's willie brown, also checking in for his 7am appt. he looked quite dapper in a dark suit and his willie brim, and inside my fuzzy brain, i was thinking, "whoa, dude! willie and i can be mri buddies! we can go bzzt-bzzt-bzzt together. wonder if he'll sign my earplugs..." but this partnership wasn't meant to be. willie's personal assistant must be on vacay because his appointment is tomorrow, not today, and the department couldn't fit him in. but what a fun celebrity sighting! and no, i'm not voluntarily waking up this early again for awhile. even if it means seeing gavin newsom prepping for a brow wax.

postage paid

last thursday i convinced todd to be my date to the cbs 5 blogger mixer; he could dine on mini tomatoes, wine, and spanakopita while i drummed up enough courage to introduce myself to 5 or 6 other local bloggers (out of about 70 that were there). i didn't realize until partway through that 1) i should have brought some moo minicards with my urls on them and 2) a wool sweater is a no-go in a non-airconditioned space crammed to the gills with very happy iphone-toting people. but by the end of the night, todd and i came up with a great blogger-related pick-up line (intended for use by men only). too bad we couldn't use it.

"wanna come back to my place and check out my post?"

ba-dum-bum.

Keyhold Dances, EmSpace Dance, 9/27/2008

“Keyhole Dances”
EmSpace Dance
Saturday, September 27, 2PM

Saturday morning I walked over to see the California Academy of Sciences’ opening, which felt like an environmentally friendly three-ring circus at 9:30 in the morning. I survived two hours before feeling overwhelmed with the tens (or hundreds ) of thousands of museum-going people wrapped down the music concourse and along JFK. Making my way home, I felt ready for a nap, but by mid-afternoon, I was glad I didn’t snooze; EmSpace’s “Keyhole Dances” made my weekend.

Erin Mei-Ling Stuart knows how to transform the mundane into something uniquely special, and her choreography and point of view continue to captivate her audience. “Keyhole Dances” is no different. Set inside a lovely flat situated where Western Addition and Alamo Square collide, guests are invited to peek in on rooms of individuals as they go about their lives. The location provides perspective as well as a cost-effective venue. No major fees and crews. She just needs to negotiate with the housemates.

Guests begin by walking through the apartment and peering in on the pre-show installations, all improvised to some extent. There’s a sensual yet somber tango in the living room, childlike twister down the hall (I was a mistress at spinning that dial), a drama queen contemplating suicide via bathroom window, and an orange fight in the TV room. Fast forward to a culmination in the living room with a tango featuring our main cast, wine glasses, and a potted tree...

For more, go here.

working girl

recently, i've been getting a bunch of telemarketing calls on my cell phone, with people on the other end by the names of joe, jon, angela, and mick telling me that they're so glad i submitted all of my personal deets to them via some super secretive online form. soon i'll be rolling in tons of cash thanks to my new home business! and they're stoked that i've asked for help! their help! via a CD! or a video seminar! or a book! and for the low cost of $19.99 or $89.95 or my first three children plus a cassarole, i, too, can become a successful business person.

only i never submitted my full name, cell phone number, or address to anyone online. and i don't own or want to start my own business. i like my current line of employment just fine, thank you. and i'd like to be removed from these lists. and why don't dial tones ever respond to my requests?

i wonder if aurora, a new housecleaner in our neighborhood with an original marketing plan, bought into one of these schemes...

just boot it

this weekend, we're going to portland for a farm-style wedding. in fact, it's on a working farm, (but thankfully not a CMT-style big redneck- type wedding) and i'm tempted to take my bright green sperry topsider wellies with me for the muddy and potentially cowpie-filled walk from the car to the ceremony and reception sites. dum-dum-da-splat, right? but i'm not wearing bright green or pink or argyle, which means my rubber boots don't coordinate properly with one of my jersey dresses. i perused zappos earlier, and have found many potential special event foot coverings. now if only i could choose the right pair... i think the pink camo mary janes are my faves, but todd doesn't have a tie to match.

gimme an "e"

a new wallboard/ad went up down the street on ashbury last week, right outside of the corner store/p0rn outlet. no more 90210 posters for our 'hood. instead, we've got touchy-feely astroturf! this past weekend, i walked by to see tourists taking their photos with it. yes, it's that cool. if only our backyard looked this green. the only downside to the ad is that by labor day, someone had stolen the "e" from "espn."