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The Return of Portlandia

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Sometimes, I pat myself on the back for reading long articles. This is a really good one about the relationship between Carrie Brownstein and Fred Armisen, on and offscreen. They are both the minds behind and stars of the hit IFC series, Portlandia. The residents of this make-believe-oh-wait-this-is-sort-of-all-too-real city make SF and Brooklyn hipsters look like yuppies on Wall Street.

I don’t necessarily relate to Carrie 100 percent. Granted, I do frequent karaoke bars way too often, (not-so-secretly) hoping that one day, a producer will be scouting and discover my raw talent and potential as an enigmatic front-woman for an indie band. You wish I was joking. I did want to girl bond with her when I read her sentiments on relationships and wanting to keep parts of her life (and personality) separate.

Yes, it’s a seven-page article, but honestly, you waste your time doing much worse. Like pinning things on Pinterest or adding obscure items to your wish list on Amazon.


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December 27, 2011 at 2:09 am

Blog Love

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Every blue moon, you stumble upon a blog you deem bookmark-worthy. Here’s one I’ve been scrolling through and treating as a playlist these last few days.

It’s perfect for when you’re back at the apartment, going through all the shit you’ve accumulated in your adult years, deciding what to throw out and what to stuff into that “what once was” box only never to look back into it. I’ve decided that I have too much shit. Maybe not as much shit as my friends who have normal jobs and have been collecting art and furniture from around the world, but random shit I don’t know what to do with.

Maybe my material things are telling me to stop investing in items that collect dust on the shelves, but instead, to throw down solely on travel and the gadgets I can take with me during those travels. I keep waiting for the newest camera to come out, but to hell with it. I’d  prefer to have one for my next trip, and it’s about time I learned how to be a better shooter. There’s only one way to do that. Practice.

As I scroll blindly through travel sites for different destinations in Central and South America, Mexico lingers in my mind. I can’t help but feel like I’m selling out by starting a full-time job after I graduate. A part of me says I’m not ready to make the documentary, another part of me asks what’s stopping me? I’ve always been indecisive in nature, but as I’ve gotten older, I just assumed this would go into that box as well.

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December 26, 2011 at 11:43 pm

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Thoughts on a Thursday

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A few weeks ago, I came across an article written by Kate Bolick called All the Single Ladies.

It’s not that I was relieved upon completing it, I felt more than ever like I could relate to this woman. Granted, the author is a refined thirty-nine, while I, at a ripe twenty-eight, know I have a long way to go and am in no rush to find a partner-in-crime. I associated emotions she described from her journey through several relationships, dating as a single woman, and being alone and single during long, cold winters with some of my own.

There have been instances when I’ve thought – “How/why the hell did I mess that one up? Will I, going forward, refer to him as the one that got away?” It’s hard not to direct the blame inward when I know that in these relationships, I made a lot of mistakes I’m not proud of.

It’s not to say that I don’t feel nostalgia when I think back on the ones that have mattered…

R, whom I met during my first year at UCSB, the on-again off-again boyfriend of three years – opened my eyes to global politics, my ears to Aesop Rock/Hieroglyphics/Dave Matthews, and accompanied me in painting Italy red during our study abroad in Siena…

D, whom my good friend Alex introduced me to the first week I arrived in the bay from SB – explored through Argentina, Brazil, and Chile and ate our way through unforgettable culinary experiences at some of the tastiest restaurants in the bay, both of us gorging on the revolutionary food scene that was happening here around ’06. He was the one who forced me to confront problems by communicating openly, honestly, and most of all, vulnerably…

A, whom I met on a mutual friend’s birthday ‘party bus’ driving thirty of us up to Tomales Bay for a day of cold beers, grilled oysters, and endless flabongos (it was, I kid you not, flabongo at first sight) – discovered where to find the best drinks in town, taught me what it meant to be in multiple fantasy leagues, convinced me to fly up to Seattle just to see Gonzaga get whooped during last year’s Battle in Seattle (spending only 24 hrs there), and which indie bands were going to get SF hipsters shakin’ their tail feathers at the Fox Theater.

Now, when I meet someone, I know what it is I’ll be looking for – that is, when I’m ready to commit. Most of the guys whom I’ve taken more seriously have been pretty damn well-rounded: intelligent, better communicators than I, knowledgeable about sports, open-minded, up for trying anything, music junkies, foodies (but not food snobs), can show you a great time being crazy and out all night, but also relish a night in, wine glass in hand, vegging on a couch. So why did these relationships end if they were such great guys?

I guess they just weren’t the right ones for me. I’m learning to be okay with that.

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December 2, 2011 at 12:01 am

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