Friday, January 29, 2016

Berkeley being Berkeley

robertreich.org/post/138036377515

I may be delusional, but I'm of the opinion that either Bernie or Hilary will cremate any which one of their possible GOP opponents in the 2016 presidential election. This helps me sleep at night.

It also helps me sleep at night knowing Robert Reich of U.C. Berkeley is out there working for the people and the peace. Keep on breaking this theater down, Robert. And translate it into every language. People sometimes listen.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

All I want for Christmas

Holiday gift guides are angering me this year. Maybe it's just not my year, but giving gifts to people with plenty has never struck me as more absurd. Give to a local or international charity. Plan and do an activity together, like a hike or craft project. But give people future crap? This must be avoided.

That being said, we all know I am an arbiter of style. Therefore allow me to share with you what would not at all be future crap in my home. Behold, the Dots 2015 gift guide. The theme is simply Things I Want (but don't need, really truly, but would love).

1. Art supplies

Brilliant ideas from two brilliant anonymous artists.

I'm an artist. We all should practice saying that because it's true. It's hard to say out loud, of course, because I don't produce anything of note outside of wonky ceramics and this blog. Friends and family wouldn't even word match "Eve" with "Artist", but who cares! What's my medium? Umm... 

If there's an undersupplied artist in your life, here's what you do. Assess what art they like and want to make. It's likely they have a few artists that they follow in some way. For me this boils down to illustrators, painters, pattern-makers, and ceramic artists. Then get the materials that those established artists are using. This information is in every blog FAQ known to man. Here's one I have bookmarked from illustrator, Lisa Congdon. I still don't know what gouache is. I would love anything on her list or in the image above from Dangerdust.

2. Continuing education

If you want to spend a lot of money on me, buy me Photoshop. If any of my artistic dreams were to come true, I'd need to learn how to use it. My resume is blank without it. I also want to learn how to speak Spanish, both because I live in California and because it would make my resume glow, so tools in that direction would be great. All this resume talk is not what Santa ordered, I know, but expensive things don't buy themselves!

What new things would be useful for your loved ones to learn? (Who said compassion and listening? I heard that!) I'm speaking in a professional sense, but this applies rather broadly. The hazard is that you give people too much pressure to carry through with it. Sometimes looking at that unopened Rosetta Stone box is worse for your psyche than not having it at all. Tread carefully.

3. Hair combs (AKA hair forks)


For some reason I'm very drawn to these. I think I could pull off a simple one. Is there some throw-back, formerly common but now unique thing your loved one has mentioned being drawn to? Someone I know said he was drawn to suspenders. He has no suspenders. If I get him a pair, guess who's now a good listener? Yep. Me. Wins all around.

4. Subscription services

Happy Mail stationary subscription from A Beautiful Mess.

Whether online or physical, subscription services give and give all year long. I would love the Happy Mail stationary subscription that A Beautiful Mess offers. Surely I wouldn't love every card and item received, but the value still seems good. And it would encourage me to reach out to friends more. 

Another one is the Tattly subscription. I've fangirled over Tattly enough already, but hot damn I really do love them. I don't have a current subscription, if anyone asks.

And lastly, I would love a subscription to Creative Bug. It's a place to learn how to do crafty things without surfing YouTube. I've enjoyed the free classes I've watched. 

One caveat - I love to get things in my mailbox. Packages, however, I'm never home to receive. They can't be left outside where I live, which means a personal trip to the post office is required each time I get one. The moral of the story is that I don't want a monthly wine subscription, even though I really do.

5. Gourmet edibles

All from Mouth.

I have these wonderful friends who let me stay in their guest room many nights this year, saving me at least $800 in hotel fare. Inspired by a 20% discount, I'm getting them a collection of edible treats as a thank you gift. The holidays, I feel, are the perfect time to catch up on thank you gifts. This couple wouldn't normally be on my gift list, but this year, owing to this belated thank you, I'm sending them a collection of "boozy goodies" from Mouth. Who doesn't love (prohibitively expensive for every day) gourmet edibles? (edited to add.. If your parents are like mine, you may see this stuff two years from now in the back of their fridge or in cupboards. Don't buy this for those people.)

6. Your favorite children's book


If we're friends, I probably like you. I probably like something in your core - something forged long long ago, like from the fire of bedtime reading. At my core you'll find The Big Orange Splot and But No Elephants. I find myself giving these books to the kids I love, but I'm really giving these to the whole family. I don't have kids, but I still think it'd be so tender and sweet if anyone gifted me their favorite children's book. Reading a children's book at the end of a tough day is centering. It only takes a few minutes and I don't need my reading glasses. Just seeing mine makes me feel good. Sadly, this is probably not a good gift for anyone struggling to get pregnant.

7. Houseplants

NASA says these are tops.

Again, not for everyone. Plants stress some people out. But anyone who owns many plants probably wants more, and you doing the dirty work of buying one, carefully getting it home, repotting it, delivering it... well that there is the gift of love (and air purity). Just make sure whatever you choose is not going to harm their pets.

8. This sweatshirt


And with that, I shall hibernate.

Happy holidays to you and yours!

(Past gift guides:  2014, 2013, 2012)

Friday, November 20, 2015

Dressing like a kid

One of my favorite ways to pass time as a kid was flipping through store catalogs. I'd pretend I could have, oh, let's say one thing from every two pages. I'd study the pages carefully, imagining my wardrobe, jewelry box, or toy chest vastly improved by the new additions. I'd declare, this one, and that dress, bathing suit, engagement ring, or rock tumbler would magically be mine.

Nowadays I dream shop by filling online carts with sale items at Madewell, Anthropologie, and Tattly (and never buying them). But sometimes, due to the rare online order, I will be mailed a slew of catalogs.

Damn you, organic cotton sleep shirt purchase! Look what you have wrought!

The catalogs aimed at me these days don't showcase enough merchandise to get my mind dancing. Picking just one thing is too easy.

Cape up top. Red vest below.

I'm also mailed catalogs for kid clothing. Flipping through one I finally realized, I want to dress like a kid forever! Kids get the fun stuff.

Dog raincoat!

Finally an array of clothing I can dream about! 

I choose the striped leggings with the pink knee-pads.

Dressing like our inner 5-year old reminds me of dressing myself at Burningman. 

Houndstooth skirt, striped leggings, striped socks, faux fur vest, and fanny pack. Legit style right here.

What I love most about Burningman, this crazy yearly festival in the desert, is that people are silently encouraged to dress as outrageously as they want to. No rules. No judgement. It can be intimidating at first, but you get the hang of it. Every day, twice a day (morning and night, because they are two totally different temperatures), you pick out all your own clothes from amongst all the dress-up bins you have access to. And no one says, NO, you're not leaving the house like that. Go back and change!

I don't recall having the luxury of picking out weird outfits for myself as a kid. Then I had a school uniform, followed by years and years of (not) figuring out my style.

Now I know. I want to always dress like a happy, carefree kid. Social pressure and norms aside, why the hell not? Maybe I'll also mix in a few art teacher vibes, some preppy tomboy, and rock 'n' roll. Just imagine!

What does your inner kid want to wear today? Mine has called for purple sneakers, two slightly different shades of red nail polish (one on each hand), and otherwise head-to-toe blue. Tomorrow, polka dots.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

A peak inside

Oh so much has happened and not happened since I last blogged.


I went to Fairbanks, St. Louis, Phoenix, Chicago, and best of all, Portland, Oregon.


It was beautiful.

Regular blogging will continue shortly...

Friday, September 25, 2015

One good thing about Donald Trump and other ramblings

I’ve been taking a break from weekly blogging because, well, I can’t get my act together and formalize my thoughts. Perhaps it's computer avoidance. Perhaps I’m just setting higher standards for myself. Most definitely I’m lazy.

But damn if there isn’t a ton to talk about, eh? Can you believe this GOP field of “presidential candidates”? I mean.

The political shit show does wear me down. I weep that my country can contain, foster, protect and reward such stupidity. I wail that it's dangerous to call out said stupidity. I try to be compassionate and tolerant but lies are lies, wrong is wrong, and physics is real. 

The one thing that brings me solace about having Donald Trump in the ring for president of the United States is that when I run for president circa 2040 I will absolutely appear qualified.

In other news, I’m really furious with the Duggar men and fundie assholes around the world who subjugate women to men in the name of anything. Like those fuckers in ISIS. I’m mad as hell at child abusers, and am simply stunned by the amount of child abuse that goes on in the world. Since the dawn of time this shit has happened, and now we have the twisted luxury of learning about much of it. How do people cope with horrifying knowledge?

I've been quiet because these aren’t really topics for Dots.

You know what is?

This:


Samantha-fucking-Jones. Wearer of not one but TWO brooches in this here power suit (above).  A cat on top and a bird on the bottom. You go, Samantha Jones.

One thing Sam and I always had in common was the love of saying, "Fuck Off". I also share her thing for brooches, but my teeny collection rarely sees the light of day. Note to self - wear your brooches!

Check out this dog brooch from season six:


Bravo, Samantha Jones.

Shine on.

P.S. Pins are so hot right now. Exhibit 1. Exhibit 2.

Friday, September 4, 2015

Batteries are magic, part 2

I've spotted a Li-ion battery powered motorcycle.

Welcome back for part 2 (of 2) of how Li-ion batteries work, and thus their magic. (Rest assured that this educational material is a quick departure for Dots.) We left off discussing the importance of the two electrodes, named the anode and the cathode. Li-ions are stored in the anode when the batteries are charged, but much prefer life in the cathode.

Continuing...

Friday, August 28, 2015

Batteries are magic

There’s one thing in this world that I know more about than 99.999% of the earth’s population, and that thing is the lithium-ion battery.

A tech-savvy friend of mine recently told me that to him, batteries are “magic”. He waved his fingers a little when he said that. This made me smile. And then it made me think. Do people want to believe in magic? Are some curious about the underlying truths? Can I explain it to them in a way they can easily understand and never forget?

This post is for those of you who are curious.
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