Monday, July 13, 2009

Thoughts on 2.5 months of Unemployment.

Mind you, I'm writing this immediately after a nap - thoughts may be hazy. By the way, naps are one of the perks of Unemployment.

I have been unemployed for 53 days. This is the longest period of time I've "done nothing" in my life. Since I was 16, I've worked in addition to school. In college, I usually had three jobs at a time, plus 5 classes per semester. I was raised to be a workhorse and it suited me well. I started working the week after I graduated college, and stayed there for a year. Until I realized I was not happy. And I knew I needed to be somewhere else (read: graduate school, working for a nonprofit).

At bars, I've often planned on getting 'I graduated college, quit my job, have no money and no plan' drunk. (It never happened. I'm too cheap to get that kind of drunk). When my roommate with two jobs would come home at the end of the day and eye me suspiciously, I would retort, "Yes, Adam. It's a 'sit in bed, drink wine and be bra-less' kind of day." Yes, I have gotten a lot of time in at the beach. Yes, I generally sit at Tanner's coffeeshop for 3-4 hours, researching jobs, graduate school programs, and studying for the GRE. I've gone on roadtrips in the middle of the week, spent hours and hours with my best friends, watched neighborhood little league games, read a bunch of books and watched a lot of Oprah.

I guess you could say it's been a vacation, but does a normal vacation consist of constantly worrying about money, GRE scores, health insurance, classes to take to get into grad school, pleasing my parents, and the ever-elusive "future"?

It hasn't been that much of a vacation. I just feel like I'm in a really, really long weekend, dreading that Monday I know is coming - and for me, "Monday" means getting shit figured out.

Monday, where are you?

Friday, July 10, 2009

For some reason

I thought it was necessary to share with you everything that is inside my purse at this moment. Enjoy.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

iPhoney highlights from the Northwest

Pug love before departure.

Meow.

Breakfast with Thomas at the Flavour Spot in Portland.

Really bizarre "Stonehenge" outside of Hood River.


4th Parade in Hood River.


Super creepy tree with a missing swing ... dun dun dun...






Great.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Summer means


Summer means sticky hands from fresh cherries are okay to the previously germophobic.

Summer means holding babies, rolling around with dogs on front lawns, and pretty dresses spoiled with the results from the aforementioned activites.

Summer means bare dirty feet and ripe tomatoes.

Summer means local brewed beer and long night walks.


Just some thoughts from my summer vacation in the Northwest.

Photo by Elisabeth Dunker

Monday, June 22, 2009

I'm pretty stoked on the next few weeks.

Wednesday Ally and I are headed to Palm Springs for some quality time in the scorching desert heat with her family. Hopefully we will re-visit the dinosaurs Lana and I saw there years ago:

Then my dear Beth comes back to LA on Friday to visit.
And we're going to love life and probably hit up the giant rave downtown and visit Catie B. before she leaves for Baltimore for a very long time :/

Sunday Ally and I are going to take our friends' engagement pictures. Pretty excited for that and renting some great lenses to try some new techniques for them.

AND THEN ... next Tuesday I fly to Seattle to see my aunt/cousin and then head down to Portland to visit my dear friends Jenny and Kara before they both leave Portland. Hood River, OR for Fourth of July and then head back up to Seattle to hopefully visit some friends (Jenn Lindsay, I'm looking at you).

Oh, and then, I'll just work on figuring out where the next year is going to take me. I'm starting to look at some time in Europe .... ahhh!

And I'm taking a class at SMC, Political Philosophy, so I'm excited to be learning and not a total waste to society.

Oh, and I just spilled coffee into my laptop's speakers. So there's that.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Mother, may I?

Mama Matthews will be visiting Los Angeles this weekend!

I'm pretty stoked, she's only been to LA twice in my five years here, and I've got some fun stuff planned for us this weekend - like look for the whale in the Marina, apparently a humpback snuck in there!

She is always the one to make sure I don't do something dumb, like fall into a Koi pond while attempting to take a picture of myself with said Koi.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Shoutout to my Pops

Have I mentioned my dad is an AUTHOR??


You should buy his book. It's dedicated to yours truly :)

Keep up with all his maverick boat building ways here: http://matthewsmodelmarine.wordpress.com/

A quiet Monday.

So today, I had some time on my hands (hm, odd, as I am unemployed) and in between apartment hunting and bouts of reading, I made my way to Sacred Heart Chapel to bask in some alone time. I figured, hey, why not go sit at the old Catholic church in silence and get some of the many, many questions that have been floating around my head down on paper, so I could start (attempting to) answer them. So I went there with the intention of writing, silently. Well, when I walked up to the doors, I heard loud organ music. Rats, I thought. There's probably a mass going on. But I poked my head in, and saw that the church was empty save for a woman practicing on the organ. Correction: BANGING IT OUT on the organ. It was awesome. I sat in the back and scribbled away and hoped no one noticed me.

Next stop: Tanners, where I read part of "The God of Small Things" and then headed to Borders where I sat and read Vonnegut's "A Man Without A Country." I'd been meaning to read it for a while, and since it was only 150 pages, I sat and read it there. I felt a little guilty about essentially stealing intellectual property from Borders. But I blame it on the economy.

Here's one of my favorite excerpts today from Vonnegut:

"If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake."

I hope the rest of your week is lovely,
xoxo Bern

Monday, May 25, 2009

Katie's going to be on a Japanese game show.

All I can hope for her is that she ends up doing something like the following:



Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Hey Ally


I see your Hobo Lunch and I raise you one Hobo Dinner:

- 1 cup cous cous
- 3 packets of Del Taco mild sauce
- 1/2 can frijoles negritos
- tofu cubes, sauteed with: garlic powder, lemon pepper, olive oil

+ 1 bowl of cinnamon pecan special K

Sunday, April 26, 2009

A pretty wonderful weekend.

Ally and I went to watch the planes fly in at LAX one night. This was the closest we came to a legitimate picture.


After a rough day, we drank a bottle of wine and decided to paint over our boring house number on the curb. I also decided to water the lawn while drinking a beer. Oh, Fridays at 3pm.



Goodwill shopping in Santa Monica


Some epic kite flying in Santa Monica on Sunday Funday.


Lover boy.


We stumbled upon a pet adoption in Westchester Park ... and Pet Glamour Shots.


And oh, yes: Thanks to my mom, this is my current obsession.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The "I Quit My Job" Shoes



...because I will not be buying anything new/nice for a long time (unemployment!).

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

What do you look for in a boyfriend?


My 9 year-old friend Grace told me, when asked what sort of boyfriend she would want, the following qualifications:

- He has to be nice.
- He has to want to help other people.
- He has to be funny.

The girl's got it down, people. No "He has to be a good skateboarder" or "He has to look like Zac Effron." What a wise little person.

Image "Bubble Girl" by Julie Blackmon

Thursday, April 9, 2009

What's that inside your tin cans? Oh yes. Injustice.

Check it out.

Because ... who doesn't like aardvarks?

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

It all started with this stupid swimsuit.




So I had put on a little ... "Winter weight," and since I had planned an early birthday Beach Bonfire, I figured, hey, let's try a one-piece instead of the usual bikini. More coverage = the easy way out of a workout. So I headed over to dear old American Apparel to purchase the above swimsuit that I had seen in rather salacious advertisements, but I thought I would class it up (aka not leave unzipped down to my belly button.)

I got the swimsuit in my size, paid and headed out the door. No need to try it on until I got home. When I got home, I tried on the swimsuit, zipped it up - it fit perfectly! Then, in front of my mirror, I turned a couple inches to the right. And "zzzzppppp" the zipper unzipped down to my belly. So, yes, my hoohas were exposed, as the girl's in the picture. Kinda disturbed, I zipped it back up and shifted in front of the mirror again. "Zzzzpppp" and down it went. Like it had been engineered with slut factor in mind - the zipper felt destined to rest not at the top, but at the base of my belly! Frustrated, I grabbed a saftey pin and pinned the zipper at the top. "Zzzzzzppp" and the top held in place while the rest of the zipper wound its way down, leaving a gaping hole.

This is ridiculous, I thought, and tried a few more desperate measures. But no, this striped one-piece did not want to fulfill it's (originally intended) purpose of covering me up. Needless to say, I left it at home and wore a regular old two-piece to the beach. Winter weight, be damned.

Ok, so this should have been some sort of omen. The day I planned at the beach was supposed to be effortlessly relaxing, but it turned out to be quite stressful:

- Waiting until the last minutes and realizing, "Oh, I have a lot of shit to buy!" Snacks, beer, ice, a cooler, bbq needs, firewood, frisbees, kites, etc. But luckily, Paisley and Jenny helped me with a last minute run to Target and Ralph's.
- So I got to the beach an hour after I said everything would start. My old boss (and current friend) Joanne had been waiting there for an hour! I felt awful.
- Then my current boss came with her dog, and since we were right next to the Lifeguard tower, the lifeguard immediately let us know the dogs were not allowed. Then ANOTHER friend brought his dog.
- And then the lifeguard came back and told us kite flying was not allowed.
- Then my phone died so no one could get a hold of me.
- Did I mention I backed into a car in the parking lot before I even got to the beach?! (No damage, though.)

Sigh. It was just more of a stressful day than I had hoped. Oh, you may be wondering about the swimsuit. Well the next day, I took it back to return it. I was told AA did not take "Intimates" back. No refund, no store credit. SO I'm out $40 on a stupid swimsuit that bares my chest.

I blame you for my fail whale of a birthday, American Apparel. (shakes fist)

I'm not entirely sure what this means...

But I drew it today.

Adventures on the Santa Monica 3

This morning, a girl on the bus was opera-style singing "This is delicious, how fictitious" over and over. Meanwhile, a woman had a cat on her shoulder. And I read a self-help book about fixing my soul.

Monday, April 6, 2009

We are broken.

My friend Charlie recently brought up a pretty great comparison between LA and New York. I won't say it here as eloquently as he phrased it, but essentially:

New Yorkers are like, "Look at us. We're great! We're put-together! We're professional! We've got our shit on lock."

In LA, people admit, "We are broken. This is a city of broken people. There are terrible things here: gangs, drugs, violence, immigration issues, a ridiculous divide between the wealthy/powerful and the utterly poor. We are sad and we've been through shit and back again. But life is too great to not live it out. We're going to try, damnit. And maybe everything will not work out, but we've tried."

Charlie was mainly referring to the attitudes of the Christian communities in the two cities, but I see these attitudes reflected everywhere, everyday, in everyone.

This description makes me love LA a million times more than the million times I already loved it.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Yes, please.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Sound Advice.

Marian: oh bern
your prince will come, maybe after a few faux princes

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Quoteable.



via Design Crush

Change-Maker in Women's History: Dolores Huerta


From DoSomething.org

When you hear about the movement for the rights of farm workers, the first mention is Cesar Chavez, but a woman, Dolores Huerta, was just as essential to the struggle as was Chavez.

Dolores has been deemed by many one of the most outspoken human rights activists alive. She got her start in public school teaching but left because, in her words, “I couldn’t stand seeing kids come to class hungry and needing shoes. I thought I could do more by organizing farm workers than by trying to teach their hungry children.”

She met Cesar through her community service work with Community Service Organization (CSO), for which Cesar served as president. They both realized the need to organize farm workers, and in 1962, after the CSO turned down Cesar’s request to organize farm workers, Cesar and Dolores resigned from the CSO and together formed the National Farm Workers Association ("NFWA"), the predecessor to the UFW (United Farm Workers), the nation's first successful and now the largest farm workers union currently active in 10 states.

Dolores’s fearless lobbying over the years has been instrumental in countless gains for immigrants and farm workers.

* In 1961 she succeeded in obtaining the citizenship requirements removed from pension and public assistance programs.
* In 1962, she was instrumental in the passage of legislation allowing voters the right to vote in Spanish, and the right of individuals to take the drivers license examination in their native language;
* In 1963, she helped secure Aid for Dependent Families ("AFDC") for the unemployed and underemployed, disability insurance for farm workers in the State of California, and unemployment benefits for farm workers.
* Under her direction, the 1973 east coast boycott of grapes, lettuce and Gallo wines resulted in the enactment of the Agricultural Labor Relations Act, the first law of its kind in the U.S., which granted farm workers the right to collectively organize and bargain for better wages and working conditions.
* In the late 70’s Dolores spearheaded legislation granting amnesty for farm workers that had lived, worked and paid taxes in the U.S. for many years but were unable to enjoy the privileges of citizenship. These efforts ultimately resulted in the Immigration Act of 1985 which allowed most illegal aliens who have resided in the U.S. continuously since at least January 1, 1982, to apply for legal status.

As an activist, Dolores was arrested twenty-four times for non-violent protests, received 73 honorary doctorates and been awarded the American Civil Liberties Union Liberty Awards and the Ellis Island Medal of Freedom Award, among many others. In 1998, she was one of Ms. Magazine’s “Women of the Year”, and Ladies Home Journal’s “100 Most Important Women of the 20th Century.”

Together with Cesar Chavez, she formed the National Farm Workers Service Center, Inc., a community based affordable house and Spanish language radio communications organization with five Spanish radio stations. The team also founded the:

* Robert F. Kennedy Medical Plan,
* Juan De La Cruz Farmer Worker Pension Fun, and
* Farm Workers Credit Union, the first medical and pension plan and credit union for farm workers.

Now in her 70’s, Huerta refuses to settle down and become an artifact. In 2002, she marched 165 grueling miles from Delano to Sacramento to demand that then California Governor Gray Davis sign a mandatory mediation bill for farm workers. When Huerta said she would start a hunger strike during the final days of the intense gubernatorial campaign, David did the right thing and passed the legislation.

For that kind of moral commitment and savvy, Dolores was awarded the $100,000 Puffin Prize by the Nation Institute, given annually to a social activist for a lifetime of sacrifice for a cause. When asked how to she planned to spend the money, she already had a plan. “We need an organizers institute to train more Dolores Huertas for the future.”

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Blogger's block.


I'm in the throes of a blogger's block.

Ugh.

I feel like I have a lot to say ... but I'm just not doing anything to say it.

Lame.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

That's right, Leninade.

During lunch at Famima today (I went there to commemorate the conglomeration of Paisley, Ally and Katie in Tokyo) I stumbled upon this little gem:



That's right, Leninade. Some key quotes from the bottle:
A Taste worth standing in line for!
Get Hammered and Sickled!
Drink Comrade, Drink! It's this or the Gulag!
A Party in Every bottle!
Surprisingly satisfying simple Soviet Soda

Oh, soda inventors, what marvel will you come up with next?!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A poem.

A retired general said
"the beautiful thing about it"
discussing war.
We were making "progress"
in our war effort.
"The appropriate time to launch the bombers"
pierced the A section with artillery as
"awe" huddled in a corner
clutching its small chest.
Someone else repeated, "in harm's way,"
strangely popular lately,
and "weapons of mass destruction"
felt gravely confused about their identity.
"Friendly" gasped. Fierce and terminal.
It had never agreed to sit beside fire, never.

Naomi Shihab Nye

Sunday, February 22, 2009

What Ally, Taylor and I did this weekend

Monday, February 16, 2009

Lovely!!


Coeur de Pirate || Comme des enfants from Dare To Care Records on Vimeo.

(via coco+kelley)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Valentine's?


Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

(via Even Cleveland)

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Oooooh!