Monday, July 27, 2015

My sea shell collection

I love searching for pretty and interesting shells in the sand.  I think all of my seashells are from beaches in Orange County.  My prize finds include a tiny sand dollar (I had a bigger one but accidentally smashed it while carrying it with my surfboard), some purple barnacles, and two tiny horns.

I keep telling myself I have enough shells, but they're hard to resist when glistening like tiny sculptural treasures in the sand.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

What's got four eyes and is as hot as hell?

Cary Joji Fukunaga, famed director of True Detective Season 1 (How did the world not explode when Woody from Cheers and Matthew from Dazed & Confused signed to be on the same series?), Jane Eyre (dark, engrossing, and well acted), and Sin Nombre (also pretty good) is the man in specs.  So abundant are photos of him in glasses, what started as a fun blog post quickly became exhausting to assemble. 

Fukunaga's vintage frames are my favorite. They tell me he can run a major newspaper and grease a chassis.

The glasses above and below work with a hoodie or a tux (or a bun or braids).  Fukunaga was wearing them when he became a sensation during the 2014 Emmy Awards.

His Jane Eyre era glasses.  You go, Cary.

By the time I realized his Sundance glasses differed his others my brain felt fatigued.

Uncle Terry called.  He wants these glasses back.  I strongly suggest Fukunaga sends them.

Previously at Ajumma's Pad
Guys wearing glasses

Photos courtesy of 
Lainey Gossip
Hollywood Reporter
OnPoint WBUR
El Periodico
Bright Ideas Mag
LA Times
Showbiz 411
Getty Images
Perez Hilton

Friday, July 24, 2015

"Star Wars: The Force Awakens" fan art

Star Wars: The Force Awakens by DaniDeSanta

The Dark Side by EddieHolly

Star Wars: The Force Awakens teaser concept by Paul Shipper

Surfers I have met

I've been surfing (using this term in the loosest form possible) for a few months.  To sum up my skill level, imagine someone has taken up driving.  This person can start the automobile and get it down the driveway.  She can navigate surface streets.  However, when she hits the highway she becomes a Buster Bluth-level hot mess swerving in and out of lanes in a panic over the highway's speed.  Basically she can drive to the nearby grocery store and get the car into the parking lot.  But even her parking is questionable.  That is me surfing.  A few weeks ago I spent three sessions in a row getting pummeled by strong outside waves.  Swell after swell sent me pearling into scary nosedives.  The waves were not super huge, but having no control combined with getting pounded by water and pushing my lungs to their limit played with my confidence.  Last night, my husband said he doesn't think we'll ever be able to surf big waves.  He meant ME since he's all but given up surfing for volleyball.  I'm not sure if he's practicing reverse psychology or what, but it annoyed me enough to make it happen.  I know I can do this.  I have to commit to spending time on the lineup and practicing my timing.  It may take another year but damn it, I'm going to get competent.

This was not meant as a rant about my awkwardness surfing.  I want to say how surprisingly awesome it's been meeting real surfers. 

Hunter and Alex: Surf instructors!  Encouraging and as funny as hell.  I find those who tend to work with kids are the best teachers.  It's obvious they love the ocean and life.  It's crazy to think about how many surfers they're creating and sending forth.

Lisa: Shout out to Lisa for being so cool and friendly AND she's Asian. Woot woot!  Lisa is nice to me and asks me week after week how the water is even though she knows I'm the biggest kook on the beach.  Props to her for riding a shortboard.

Eric: Eric, you can borrow my wax any day.  Thanks to this gentleman for offering his cell phone to me when I thought someone had stolen my keys on the beach.  He showed me how to switch from the phone number area to the message section of the text after I told him I didn't know how to do it because "I have a different kind of phone."  LIES!  Looking back on it, we have the same kind of phone.  Eric said he hopes someone helps his wife if she were in trouble.  He also showed me his lockbox that he uses to keep his keys safe. 

Tom: Tom is up there with Alex for his zest for life.  Tom is like a big ball of sunshine and happiness.  He spent almost an hour chatting with me in the beach parking lot after we both decided not to get into the water (He because conditions were too crappy for his skill level.  Me because my arms were too wimpy for the paddle out through churning water).  Tom gave me all sort of advice on timing, watching the waves, and what not to do.  Tom has been surfing OC for years and has never been stung by a stingray.  Mind boggling.

Erin: Erin drives a VW bus covered in stickers parked on the northside of Huntington Beach's pier.  He looks like a shorter, blonder Iggy Pop.  When I first met Erin he was laughing about getting spanked by a wave at the pier that morning.  He told me he notices when he surfs the faster, stronger waves in Newport Beach his surfing improves when he returns to HB.  Erin urged me to shake off my chicken feathers about catching outside waves.  He said when it's all said and done it's in God's hands.  I can't help but like Erin.  He's so genuine and unique.

Artwork by Keiron Lewis (who surfs and is from Down Under)

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Warm nights, tiny lights by Chantal Defelice

I now fully understand love at first sight having seen Chantal Defelice's series "warm nights, tiny lights."  Her sketches possess such character and whimsy.  Just look at the shading of her stucco, the glowing hues from her windows, and the bustling sparkle of the LA city skyline.  I recently bought a pair of earrings she created of images she captured in San Francisco's Chinatown

Every day's a new chance to get lost

This is the second commercial for California Lottery that makes me stop what I'm doing and watch every time it comes on!  (Their holiday commercial with the old man gets me every darn time, too.)  The catchy song in the ad is Hey My Man by the Babes. 

Honda Civic SI
HP baby rolls on 
Pedigree adoption drive -Echo
Yoshi vs. The Tax Man
Will I die today?

Wearing a t-shirt with big boobs

I envy men and flat-chested women who can throw on a t-shirt and be comfortable.  I'd like to get this cute Ugly Doll tee sold by Giant Robot, but know it would fit like a vice.

LOL, that Troy

I was searching for a meaningful quote about "community" for my workplace bulletin board, and I came across this.  It made me laugh out loud.

He's been told her looks like a Kennedy
Jeff Winger's new hairstyle
Jeremy and Donald: Cholafied
Senor Chang writes in Korean
Breaking Bad stars out and about
Get schooled on how to dress like Annie and Britta
Me gusta: Troy Barnes on Community
Donald Glover for The Gap
Am I krumping?

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Custom "Lava" painting by artist Dan-O Florez

Monday, June 22, 2015

Maroon 5 is right!

I got stung by a stingray while surfing yesterday at Bolsa Chica State Beach and it hurt like a mutha.  The crazy thing is after landing on my ass a few times and shuffling through a low tide all morning, the stingray stung me when I was standing still.  The sensation is not like stepping on a jagged shell or even glass.  My sting was like someone took a gigantic needle and jabbed it into the top of my foot with all the adrenaline and force he could muster.  The pain that immediately follows is intense, burning, and cramping.  The longer it takes you to get your foot into hot water the more it burns.  Luckily my husband was on the shore and helped me hobble to the lifeguard headquarters where I soaked my foot for 40 minutes.  I left a trail of blood from the lifeguard station all the way down the beach to where we had left my surfboard.  As I sat with my foot throbbing in the red stained water I told myself I was done with surfing.  I suck enough where it won't matter if I quit, plus why go through the potential of getting maimed by sea creatures?  About 20 minutes in another surfer arrived.  He had to hobble the distance of three lifeguard stations and get a ride from his wife after being stung, so his foot was on fire. By that time my pain had lessened and I remembered that I still had four lessons that I had paid for so I may as well keep surfing.

In the end I figure I each mucho pescado, plus as a kid I had more than one unfortunate aquatic pet.  I'll take a few painful stings and know that it's karma.  My husband says we have to get good enough at surfing to paddle to the outside breaks and stay out there.  Otherwise like Maroon 5 says, this summer's going to hurt like a mutha.