never enough.

"I feel like I give everything I have, but it's never enough."

now dispensing advice AND prescriptions. (five cents, please).

“I just made her aware of more options, like maybe you can try Splenda.”
-Ms. Messinger, a twenty-year-old life coach who charges from $25 to $75 an hour for sessions with a client

I should have just become a life coach at twenty years old. Despite the fact that my own life was unraveling and I was bouncing around from medication to medication, surely I could have dispensed advice like that.

In other, somewhat-related news, I found a Tory Burch bag containing generous amounts of both Adderall and Xanax on the street last night.  After briefly (BRIEFLY!) entertaining all of the glorious possibilities of such a find, I've been trying to return it. I facebooked the owner, but it won't let me send her a message. I have her address, do I ring her doorbell? Perhaps instead of these heavy meds, I could tell her, you could just try Splenda.

mexican as i wanna be.

I've never felt particularly attached to heritage or ancestral culture, unless you count those I can't lay claim to (see 2004-2007: my years of being French).  Ethnically, I'm pretty ambiguous looks-wise. Friends once told me they referred to me as "The Russian" before actually meeting me. I shocked a friend's sister after a few years when she discovered I'm not Jewish. I still regularly get mail from Northwestern Hillel.

One of my fave party tricks, aside from the one where I twist my arms around 360 degrees, is to reveal that I am half Mexican. No! Which side?!

The left. Obviously.

So anyways, props to my culture, which brought some beautiful color into our entryway. In the past few years, Mexican Otomi textiles exploded all over the design world, most notably with Grace's headboard, the Otomi shot heard 'round the world.  I've had this image saved in one of my design folders a long time because I love the lamps.

Black & Spiro ad from Ivy & Piper

I finally gave in and straight up copied them by recovering a lampshade in a multicolor Otomi found on ebay. The handwoven fabric really is lovely, and spray adhesive is my new best friend. I like that I have something from Mexico in my house now. I feel like my grandmother would be pleased.

Kevin can't wait until we incorporate Polish elements into our home. Insert jokes as needed.

some kids...

...write swear words in the condensation on school bus windows.

My kids?

Write "algebra."

in bed at 7:20 PM?

That sounds about right for the first week back.

I signed up for this 21 Day Challenge through Yoga Journal, and earlier this week, I tried to meditate on my mat after finishing the day's series. Kevin found me asleep on the floor an hour later.

I'm going to watch The Bachelor now on hulu (in bed, natch), because I just can't help myself and my life is really glamorous. But I'd also really like to watch this:




I guess once you find a good aesthetic, you should never stray, man.

let's file another article under...

..."ways I am going to die."

How Yoga Can Wreck Your Body

Thanks a lot, NYT. Liza, I'll see you at the studio at 2 for hot vinyasa. I laugh in the face of death.  Laugh, or compulsively worry.

Pretty T-Stiles, I still love you.

i just call this "sunday."

No Pants Subway Ride in Chicago on Sunday

How else does one get to No Pants Church?

the best new years photos...

New Year's Eve 2010

New Year's Eve 2011

New Year's Eve 2012

...are always of the rubble.

same bat time, same bat channel.  i love having friend traditions.

so long to the christmas that never was.

So today it's way too warm for a puffy down coat and the sunshine is whoring herself out like it's spring. January, Chicago-- have we met? Before I got mired in the 50-something worries about my life and his life and other people's lives that I started rattling off to him, Kevin pulled me out of the apartment for a walk. We went to visit our favorite neighbors: Sy and Burma at the Zoo. Oh how those effers just swing and swing, without a care in the world. I could learn a thing or two from those apes.

Seeing as how spring is here, I suppose it's time to get rid of mini-tree. Farewell old friend. You did the trick this faux-Christmas, but I'll be back to 9 footers next year. Why?

Because I LIKE finding pine needles on the floor in the middle of summer.