Dial up is for pussies

Our Wireless modem broke down today. Granted it has been on for a few years now, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week – and its hot in our little office. Max was not happy, and AT+T were of no help (because they are the devil). The only option for web access is dial-up, but I say fuck that, I’m blogging from the crackberry tonight!!

So there you have it. I’m typing as fast as my thumbs will allow, but its honestly exhausting. I think I can actually see smoke…

A quick shout out to the very special Melissa on her birthday today. You look amazing for 63.

Another birthday wish for Bruno who had a birthday yesterday. Even though you’re in Venice seeing the 2 newest Sophie Calle works while we’re stuck dealing with all the witless tourists in our ‘hood, I am still able to love you enough to wish you a happy birthday.

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank Max for the amazing interpretive dance that was loosely based on Michael Jackson’s Thriller, performed in slow-mo to an Enya song. Love like yours is priceless.

And finally, I would like to state for the record that I am still in love with the Beastie Boys. We saw them perform this weekend and they were amazing, still, after all these years. So hot. So funny. So good.

The long lost penguin returns

After a summer of travel we are back in San Francisco, and I am plowing through the hundreds of photographs I took. Most recently we were at my brother’s wedding. Shaun and Megan’s faces clearly reflect what a beautiful day it was.

Ten highlights of the summer:

Spending 5 weeks with Max on planes, trains and automobiles: heaven.
Our very own lederhosen and dirndls!
Holding Harrel’s new baby Beatrice.
Staying in my sister in law Tina’s gorgeous Zurich loft apartment.
Spending time with both our families.
Strappy silver sandals.
Dancing with Ben.
Watching After the Wedding in an empty movie theater.
A new grey felt bag from Germany.
Thunder and lightnigh storms.