Archive for October 2010

I Like You

October 19, 2010


Wanna know what else I like?

I like. . .

At least two blogs by people named Katie.

And the minutes in the morning right before I have to get up, when Phoebe curls up next to my feet at the end of the bed.

The crisp outline of the Santa Catalina mountains against the deep blue Tucson sky on an autumn morning.

Finishing a writing project and feeling good about it.

Christmas at the beach.

Heck, any day at any beach.

The names of O.P.I. nail polish colors (why, yes, I’m wearing We’ll Always Have Paris).

Bright yellow patent handbags that keep me safe when I cross the street.

When my goofy teaching ideas actually work.

Food that’s almost too adorable to eat.

Soft black flats with little sparklies on them.

And my new dark-wash Bombshell Cigarette-Leg J Brand jeans.

Hanging with Kevin, Erin, Lisa, David, and Rick and catching The Early Black and the ghost of 505 at Club Crawl.

Meeting new friends at book club at Wilko on a Monday night.

The citrus-lavender scent of a sparkly clean house.

Our strong, smart, deeply decent, and stunningly stylish First Lady (who is wise enough to know it’s ok to eat a burger and fries once in a while).

Pretty much everything about this season’s Mad Men.

Amazing food at Tucson’s wealth of independently owned restaurants.  (my new J Brand jeans do NOT like this)

Happy, bright-eyed doggies walking with their people in the mornings.

Pumpkins, squash, apple butter, arugula, and finally feeling fallish!

Need a Location for the Zombie Apocalypse?

October 12, 2010

I give you El Con Mall, Tucson, Arizona.  September 2010.

I think the plan is to keep building box stores around it until the mall just implodes.  Literally.  The metaphorical implosion is complete.

I mean, who would want to shop in an air-conditioned space in Tucson?  Really.

Also:  my name is Susie and I am a recovering Targetholic.  Three months sober.

TMI, or, to De-Friend or Not to De-Friend

October 11, 2010

The downside of social media:  not necessarily what you think it is.

Ordinarily, I am enthusiastically positive about the Internet and everything it brings to our lives.  Access to information.  Varied perspectives.  Connections.  Used for good, it can foster empathy, understanding, insight.

But then sometimes there are things you just don’t want to know.  Have you ever liked someone a ton until you saw that she joined a group entitled “Marriage = one man, one woman” on Facebook?  Or that his latest status update equates Obama with Darth Vader?  Or that he has absolutely no clue how to spell most polysyllabic words?  Or that she’s wearing (shudder) jeggings in her profile pic?

Yeah.  It’s a problem.

Some friends I like better and better the more I know about them.  Others?  Not so much.

I’m all for diversity of opinions, different voices, food for thought.  Many issues are not all that clear, and any thoughtful discussion or reliable information goes into the mish-mash of mental material that informs my opinions and decisions.  And I spent nine years as a litigator (and many more years engaged in argument or debate of one form or another), so I have no aversion to honest disagreement or thoughtful, substantive discourse on contentious issues.  But you can’t have a meaningful discussion with someone who fabricates facts, who prefers blind fear and instinctual hatred to any form of logic, who scorns knowledge and reflection as somehow stuffy or effete.

I’m sure I’ve been de-friended or blocked in recent weeks for some of my more pointed political jabs.  So be it.  I know I’ve adjusted my settings to block status updates from certain “friends,” just for the sake of my blood pressure.  If online absence makes the heart grow fonder – or at least prevents the heart from wanting to stab someone in the eye repeatedly –  I guess I can live with that.

But poor grammar and bad taste?  There’s no place for that shit.

Not satisfied with simply having me block your status updates?  Want me to de-friend you?  Some helpful tips:

1.  Refer to healthcare reform as “Obamacare.”  Nothing says intellectual honesty and thoughtfulness like parroting Beckspeak.  Referring to the President of the United States as “Barry” or “Nobama” also earns serious demerits.

2.  Deploy other coded language, like “traditional values” (translation:  I hate and fear gay people and women who earn more than men do), “elitist” (translation:  I was too lazy / stupid / short-sighted to get an education myself, and firmly believe that some woman / racial minority / ethnic minority took my spot), “reverse racism” (translation:  I want to revert to a time when mediocrities like me were handed the world on a platter just because we were white males), “big government” (translation:  I only like government programs and services that help ME, not ones that help other people), or “strident” (translation:  strong, opinionated, independent women threaten my fragile worldview).  I can go on, but it’s just depressing.

3.  If you are over the age of eighteen, quote or reference Ayn Rand without irony.

4.  Imply that Muslim = terrorist.

5.  Imply that all goodness and morality stem from religion (or, more specifically, from the “right” religion).

6.  Be an ignorant, intellectually stunted douchebag (see 1-5).

Easy enough?  Apparently so.

SF Part Deux and Musings on the Good Life

October 3, 2010

Ah…this is more like the San Francisco I remember.

All in all – weather included – it has been a glorious weekend.  Wandering Union Square; wine, lattes, and laughs with Terry Diggs at the Ferry Building; amazing fig, mascarpone, and prosciutto pizza courtesy of room service from Postrio; epic walks up and down and up and down, through Russian Hill and North Beach to Coit Tower and Telegraph Hill, back through my old ‘hood and on to the Marina; watching a community of elderly Chinese ladies practice Tai Chi and learn traditional dance on a brisk morning in front of St. Peter and Paul; House of Nanking, City Lights, and big trouble with Jil Sander and Louboutin at Neiman Marcus with John; finally using my clincher-curse mojo for good by making the Giants lose at AT&T Park while Michele catches a Padre foul ball with her beer cup (and her knee); bottomless mimosas, benedict, Jeremy’s, Barneys, Saks, and chat and gossip with Christina; law school reunion at the Ritz, including loads of catching up with Katy, Corinne, Julie, Joan, Celeste, Jacek, Mieke, Gene, and all the other wonderful people from Hastings Law class of 2000 . . .

It will be hard to leave this beautiful city and all my friends behind tonight.  I will miss them all terribly.

But I have missed the boy and those girls and the doglet even more.