Thursday, March 24, 2011


...Julia, Lidia, Chris, Victor, Bob, and David.

I miss them all so much. It's been nearly a month since I've gone from couch-dweller to cubiclite, and it's been rough. I miss watching each of them while sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in my hands on a sun-drenched morning. Late morning. Probably closer to noon.

Going to sleep is the toughest part. I should be sleeping now, actually. But I just can't shake this night owl business I have going on. In high school I had a really jacked up schedule: got home from school at 4pm or 5pm, slept until 2am, woke up to do homework, shower, eat, then back to school by 7am. I realized then that my favorite time of day is 4am, when no one else is awake and everything is still.

Anyway, I need to cut this short because I really need to get to bed. Some major kudos to the person who can list the last names of my beloved public broadcasting favorites. Speaking of which, the House cut funding for public broadcasting. That is a damn shame--truly. Luckily a very small portion of funding is from the government. Nonetheless, what funding they do and should continue to receive can still be advocated for through the Senate. Please visit and write your Senator.


Tuesday, March 8, 2011

I am mad at Anthropologie.

Anytime someone asks, I tell them "I just moved to San Francisco!" But as my little blog here confirms, I've been here a little longer than my self-purported "officially since June 1" date. Apparently I've been here since April, which makes my upcoming April 1 move-in date to my fabulous new apartment very special. It's fabulous. The closet has a window in it. A window.

Let's revisit what I decided my future would hold a year ago: a job, an apartment, a well-stocked kitchen, dog, and a Vespa. My, my, aren't we ambitious? It took me a whole year to put some roots down in San Francisco, and I am appreciative and grateful for how things are coming together. I signed myself up for a Pacific Heights studio, 0.3 miles from Meena, 0.5 miles from Chez Knichards (my current house where I have been playing permanent houseguest), 1.1 miles from Diana, 11.1 miles from my sister, and 2913 miles from Catherine. Sorry, Catherine.

What's with the title, right? Well, in all the excitement over a potential new apartment, I went Type A and researched all of the furniture I wanted for my new pad. Julia recently told me that I'm Type A. "What? Me? No way.. I am so not Type A." After I looked at my spreadsheet, separated by room type, and including such columns as price per unit, shipping, link, etc., I bowed my head in silence to acknowledge that, indeed, I have Type A qualities.

After three in-the-zone days of online research and sifting through my go-to retailers, I came up with a decent list of furniture. If you saw it, you'd be impressed and hire me to organize your life. Just saying. After staring at my screen with dry contacts, I stumbled across the Anthropologie site. I never shop here--mostly because I can't afford a bar of soap from here. But apparently they've done their market research on me and already sells everything I want. And/or they should hire me as a buyer because I guess their customers just want everything I want.


Overstock, Manchester Club Chair, $308     Anthropologie, Lunet Chair, $1698

Pottery Barn, Adrienne Bed, $549     Anthropologie, Marigold Bed, $1298

HDC, Holbrook End Table, $249     Anthropologie, Decker End Table, $248

HDC, Holbrook Console Table, $379     Anthropologie, Decker Console Table, $398

HDC, Holbrook Coffee Table, $369     Anthropologie, Open House Coffee Table, $1,198

Target, Glass Accent Table, $80   Target, Mirrored Console Table, $210   Anthropologie, Mirrored Dresser, $1298

Craigslist, Reclaimed Wood Bookshelf, $650     Anthropologie, Decker Bookshelf, $698

What the HEEZY, right? Bah, I really dislike that I am exactly like everyone else and that the individually selected pieces of furniture I thought were eclectic and/or interesting are being sold in one store. No bueno.

Put-Together Nora

She's here every once in awhile. Not as often as we would like, but enough. Put-Together Nora will manage to get her hair did and face on (meaning she washed it and smudged eyeliner on her face). This also means successfully navigating the daily leggings-for-pants-struggle; strategy on that is win the war, not the battle.

This is what her world would look like: Welcome to Nora Yuree.