everything

hello, this is my mishmushmash of everything i’m currently feasting my senses on.

i’ve been so giddy that “so you think you can dance” is back on. that show never fails to captivate me at least once or twice during a given episode, to hold me very still sitting on the couch and fill me to bursting with inspiration – and possibly the sudden urge to prance, with feeling.

this performance is a good example (starts at 0:30).

the beautiful song didn’t hurt either. i was so entranced by it, in fact, that i went and looked it up, and happily discovered that the song went along with a lovely little music video. youtube is my friend.

the same episode, i was especially taken with a pair of brothers.

they are so dapper, so charming in their performances. and aside from that, i just love seeing siblings who obviously love being related to each other. “my whole life i’ve been waiting for you to grow up, so we could be best friends. you finally made it, kid.” oh sheesh, somebody put that in a movie or something, please.

i also have been listening to this song “help i’m alive” by a canadian band called metric. nobody who knows me would say this is my typical kind of song, but something about it is perfect for this summer – a song to come on the radio at the right moment, on a drive to somewhere fun, when you just gotta roll down the windows and let your hair fly around your face and turn up the volume. looks like the band’s whole album is free to preview here.

lastly, i took this recipe (my new go-to for chewy chocolate chip cookies) and swapped out one cup of flour for some unsweetened baking cocoa, and then added a teaspoon of espresso powder. i took a ziploc bagful of them to go over and watch a dvd with some friends, and at the end of the night a couple of them were squabbling over the leftovers. it’s always a good sign when your baked goods can start a fight or two.

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lamill coffee boutique

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before i even left the house to head to lamill, i had my heart set on the house-made brioche donut holes that i kept hearing about. with a strong, rich cup of coffee – nothing sounded better to start a leisurely day off.

when i sat down to order, though, i received the heartbreaking news from the waitress that they had just run out. oh well. i was hungry for lunch anyway, so i ordered a panini and a café con leche.

…and settled in at my table outside.

…cracked open my book…

…and then!

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to do

yesterday evening, in a lull between errands, i opened all the windows wide and sat down on the couch with the may issue of sunset. there must have been something about the balmy evening air or the fact that summer is oh-so-close, because flipping through the pages soon had me dreaming up all sorts of pleasant possibilities for the coming months. i took out my pretty little notepad from my purse, one i bought on a whim while i was in boston last month, and scribbled down notes and addresses in a happy frenzy. my findings were as follows. enjoy!

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an article about exploring the l.a. river by bike included a blurb about l.a. bread, a bakery on los feliz blvd. i say skip the bike riding and head straight for those caramelized banana pancakes. priorities. please.

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reading about the happy hours at a couple places downtown made me want to grab some friends and get all young/hip/urban on y’all. um, yeah. anyway:

35¢ gin cocktails at
the edison (thursdays, 5-7)
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tacos and mojitos at
ciudad (monday-friday, 4-7)

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i’m not much for wine, except for the dessert variety, so when i saw one on their list that was a blend including muscat: hello, pen on paper. and ten bucks, at that! it’s a house white from the magnificent wine company. i hope it’s good, so that i can realize the vision i have in my head of languishing beneath a shady tree with a glass of it in my hand, bowl of strawberries at my side.

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a pretty pretty picture renewed my fascination with macarons and nudged me again towards paulette, a bakery a friend had gushed about months ago.
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and the last item on my list: “make limoncello?” i’ll let you know how that one goes.

well, that was nice.

friday. work is done, and i am free. after a slice of margherita pizza (little bits of garlic hidden under the cheese!), i went next door to bean town for a scoop of fosselman’s.

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i took it with me for a nice walk around the block. it’s a neighborhood i’ve always admired, full of charming, humble homes with great big porches. but it’s so much easier to admire while slowly ambling by, i realized – instead of while driving, and darting glances out the window.

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i dreamed a little and breathed a lot.

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it was just what i needed.

like fresh

today, i started over, without even trying. i had a magnificent donut for breakfast: soft and pillowy, with just the thinnest of crackled sugar glazes. i talked to my oldest friend, and we made all sorts of devious plans for the summer. i found a new cookie recipe to jump up and down about. and the work day came and went without beating me up entirely, so that i drove off in the golden light that i am loving more and more these days, passing under the newly purpled jacarandas trees that line the streets of my favorite neighborhood, feeling mostly just goodness and gratitude.

hope is a funny thing: fickle, elusive. but boy, when you have it, everything changes. it pulls together that jumble of everyday obligations and broken desires and gives it a melody, a beat.

i have no idea how mine breezed back in (well, maybe just a few vague ideas), but i am going to ride this for as long as it lasts.

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for hours

the great thing about having friends is…

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everything. at least that’s always how it feels after a long chat with a good one.

this past weekend, i had the chance – kind of serendipitously – to catch up with a girlfriend of mine over brunch. i was reminded once again never to underestimate the healing powers of some gentle sunshine and fresh air, a good chocolate croissant, and a table to sit at for hours – talking and talking and feeling understood.

out & about

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it doesn’t take much to get me to stay in on the weekends. i usually like idling around the house… catching up on tv shows i’ve missed, acquainting myself with a new library book, having time to unroll thoughts that have gotten tangled during the week… getting out for a run to the market, if i’m lucky. sometimes i’m pretty sure all that’s keeping me from being a reclusive cat lady are some cats.

but this weekend, thank goodness, i got myself out of the house. when the weather warms up, people want to go outside and play, and it doesn’t take much to get me to join in.

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