2008 recap

i'm sorry i bailed on my beloved bloggy at the tail-end of 2008, especially since quite a bit happened that i would've liked to commemorate. here's a quick run through of some highlights:

above// shooting eat pray whatever in my bedroom. i was sooo tickled that we got to use a print i brought back from hammerpress in kansas city.

brenda's introduced a new breakfast item!

xmas in santa cruz.

my growing pyrex collection, thanks to carol sue!

a stroll down memory lane thanks to my oma. yeah, that's my dad. there were many drum casualties when i was growing up.

the view from our suite at the fairmont hotel on new years eve.

it was looking down at the financial district (one of my least favorite parts of the city) that i was unexpectedly overwhelmed w/ nostalgia and decided to spend my birthday at the punchline which is right next to the pyramid.

drunk people on nye, always funny.

i turned 29 on january 14th.

ted gave me a great present for my birthday: a framed picture of hisself from when he was little.

buzz

maybe this is news to you: i joined a film co-op earlier this month called scary cow. sunday was our pitch meeting, wherein all members gather to listen to pitches and then sidle up to whichever project they want to work on.

i pitched Eat Pray Whatever, a short about three friends who get distracted at an outlet mall on their way to an ashram. i received an amazing response and i am in the process of firming up my crew roster. we'll make it over the next few months and it will show at scary cow's second anniversary screening at the castro theater. you better be there!

dioramarama

saturday night, i managed to stave off collapse and went out to not one, but two parties. first, we headed to cristina and jenny's for the heated's ep release party and ogled all the little dioramas they made for cristina's first video the current or the undertow. i was really digging the faucet in the restroom that appears to be fashioned from three nails. ingenious!


i wish piglets hung out at my local bar.


farm animals getting sloppy drunk. it gets dodgey when you have to imbibe on every take.

heads will roll

last night, i went to tommy's for club book and had had had to take some snaps of his little wooden bead collection. tommy says he found them all in a free box in the mission!!

about last night

last night's book club was really fun! about a dozen bibliophiles gathered together snuggly in tommy's studio and we all had a rousing dialogue regarding carver's original text v. his editor's final cut. needless to say, the cupcakes were a hit. tommy was also thoughtful to serve gin & tonics, the drink copiously consumed by the characters in our chosen story. everyone in the group was so wonderfully intelligent and witty, jen and i are excited to attend regularly.

book club

i have just under an hour to read raymond carver's what we talk about when we talk about love-- both the rough and final drafts! feels like i'm in college again. jen and i are crashing tommy thornhill's book club tonight, and i'm hoping to ply him with a box of day-old cupcakes from citizen cake. no photos, no time. i'll regret not posting a photo of the cupcakes later, i'm sure.