show and tell

1. Big Love. We have cable now. And On-Demand. Earth-shattering.

2. BirchBox. You must. For $10 you get a lovely box full of high-end beauty products, based on your personal preferences. So what if I pretend mine’s from a secret admirer when it arrives each month.  Here’s a link to join.

3. Perrier. No idea on this one, considering I used to hate it. I might be going through a phase.

4. Our new mattress pad. Yeah, really. Check this out.

5. The Pitch Perfect soundtrack. Again – yeah, really.

6. This weather. Time to even the score for six months, non-Arizonans.

7. This website. Namely, the ‘popular’ category.

8. Holiday-themed pet toys

9. Making and sending cards at You can customize your own card or pick a pre-made design, and address and send it through the site. And it’s cheaper than what you buy in a store.

10. Free by Graffiti6


fun. x 3

I was lucky enough to see fun. perform three times on their current tour. In Tucson, Mesa and Flagstaff. The shows were as different as can be, but each was amazing.

In Tucson, they preformed at a standing-room-only venue to a small crowd.

The Mesa show was at a large performing arts venue.

And the Flagstaff one was at a huge outdoor amphitheater under the stars.

Here’s a snippet:

The Non-Olympics

The Olympics are coming, the Olympics are coming!

Who doesn’t LOVE them?

I was never quite athletic enough to dream of an Olympic appearance. But I’ve often wished there was a competition to celebrate the fine-tuned skills of people who excel in non-athletic activities. Then I would have a case full of medals.

Here are the events I feel I could dominate:

1. Spelling.
2. Rapid laundry sorting. (By color or fabric – I’d medal in either event.)
3. Google stalking people.
4. Dog bathing.
5. Tripping in high heels. (Didn’t play enough dress-up as a child.)
6. Obsessing about things I can’t control.
7. Selecting the perfect greeting card no matter the occasion.
8. Hair straightening.
9. Seinfeld trivia.
10. Frosting eating.


I remember years ago hearing someone make a joke years ago that Coldplay music was only good to listen to when you were burning incense and writing in your journal. Well, I hate incense, but here I am, listening to them and writing in my version of a journal.

Music has strong memory associations and an often therapeutic effect. I went to this concert with Daniel many years ago, and when I heard this song today it struck a chord with how a lot of us are feeling.

Oh brother I can’t, I can’t get through

I’ve been trying hard to reach you, cause I don’t know what to do
Oh brother I can’t believe it’s true
I’m so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you
Oh I wanna talk to you

You can take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that’s never been done

Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can’t find your missing piece?
Tell me how do you feel?
Well I feel like they’re talking in a language I don’t speak
And they’re talking it to me

keeping abreast of haboobs

Oh no. Really? Seems the peanut gallery in Arizona has made it all the way to the NY Times with their misguided opinions.

PHOENIX — The massive dust storms that swept through central Arizona this month have stirred up not just clouds of sand but a debate over what to call them […]

“I am insulted that local TV news crews are now calling this kind of storm a haboob,” Don Yonts, a resident of Gilbert, Ariz., wrote to The Arizona Republic after a particularly fierce, mile-high dust storm swept through the state on July 5. “How do they think our soldiers feel coming back to Arizona and hearing some Middle Eastern term?”

I appreciate any effort to make life more comfortable for any member of the military, but this is a slippery slope. Just wait, it gets even closer to crazy town:

Diane Robinson of Wickenburg, Ariz., agreed, saying the state’s dust storms are unique and ought to be labeled as such.

“Excuse me, Mr. Weatherman!” she said in a letter to the editor. “Who gave you the right to use the word ‘haboob’ in describing our recent dust storm? While you may think there are similarities, don’t forget that in these parts our dust is mixed with the whoop of the Indian’s dance, the progression of the cattle herd and warning of the rattlesnake as it lifts its head to strike.”

So we’re not using a middle eastern term to avoid offending those who’ve served in Afghanistan and Iraq, but we’re ok referring to Native Americans as Indians? This country is a giant melting pot and always has been. The sooner we learn to live with each others’ cultural differences, the better a chance we have to not destroy ourselves.

But fortunately, the voice of reason prevails:

Not everyone was put out by the use of the term. David Wilson of Goodyear, Ariz., said those who wanted to avoid Arabic terms should steer clear of algebra, zero, pajamas and khaki, as well. “Let’s not become so ‘xenophobic’ that we forget to remember that we are citizens of the world, nor fail to recognize the contributions of all cultures to the richness of our language,” he wrote.

Thank you David Wilson of Goodyear, my guess is you would do quite well on Jeopardy. And to all our news media covering desert weather, you have every right to get excited about a haboob. It’s fun to say and one of the few things you’ll ever get to cover outside of sunshine.


My favorite singer of the moment: Eric Hutchinson.

I know next to nothing about him, but love every song on his albums. Even the names. I think this guy must be cool as can be, and hope and pray he’s not the next rise-to-the-top-then-wind-up-in-rehab. I think my Eric’s too good for that nonsense. Find him on itunes, or leave a comment and I’ll email you some songs.