Cupcakes are the start to a perfect day! Especially when they are delivered from Citizen Cake (sweet Sabrina!) Oh my, the decadent ding dong inspired chocolate one had me making all sorts of yummy noises —which of course intrigued Vivi to no end. Thanks to Mr. C for making this happen all the way from NYC.

For my birthday I requested Max make me a painting. He did not disappoint! With the help of teacher Tina, Max painted a gigantic birthday card for me — it's huge! And it's super sparkly. I love it! They also made me a birthday crown, but Max is having a really hard time sharing it, tee hee.

A little Sherry birdie told me this was on the way, and I've been holding onto the box for days now just waiting to open it. This lovely embroidered animal pillow by K Studio does not disappoint. It's stunning! It's made with a super soft brown linen fabric which really shows off the shiny illustrated thread plus it's very well constructed. I love it! It's has a bunny on it!! And you are so sweet for noticing exactly what I like and giving it to me — awe thank you so very much. I will cherish it always and try so hard to keep in away from the sticky little fingers and sharp claw dangers that lurk about my home. xxoo

I received many wonderful birthday wishes, even a few daring singers who left me happy birthday songs to make me smile. Voicemail has never been so fun! I also had many emails and even Facebook wall to wall greetings. I'm so impressed with everyone (and I really need to get better about adding birthday reminders to my calendar, sorry I suck at that!)

After a delicious and decadent lunch with friends at Bar Bamino (!), my super sweet sister and her fiancee (ohh I just had to type that word!) took the kids and I out for a comfy and casual dinner at Chow. Plus Yaya spoiled me with these gorgeous and colorful flowers. My kitchen is looking so lovely. My eyes are so happy when they rest on the above beauties.

My lovely friend Patty dropped by these yellow sun shiny flowers too with a delightfully warm card that is so stunningly beautiful. What a gorgeously painted handmade masterpiece.

Apparently the super famous (but a bit before my time) comedian Jack Benny insisted he was 39 years old when asked his age ( he celebrated his 39th birthday 41 times). I think I will follow in his brilliant footsteps.

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Odd, not at all arousing, but totally lowbrow fabulous — these film super-shorts called Green Porno by Isabella Rossellini about bugs having sex are really quite cute, clean, and accurate "paper-does-nature" fun.

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While sipping chilled ginger mint tea at Samovar and drinking in the excessive heat and wild fire smoke I happened to read the paragraph in the crowded lower right corner of the menu (and found on their blog):

In slowness we are forced to experience the fluctuations and vacillations of our thinking mind, our patterns and habits, the world around us. Through slowness we witness the blowing of the wind, the honk of a horn, the smile of a passerby, the aroma of a cup of tea, the good morning kiss of a partner, the strength in our body, the beauty inside our home.

Slow things have more value, they take more time, and they deliver more. Slow food tastes better than fast food. Slow breathing makes makes you more relaxed than hyperventilating. Slow loving feels better. Friendships take time. A good meal takes time. Wild salmon takes time to grow up big and strong. Delicious produce take time to go from seed to sprout to full grown and edible. Deep meaningful, lasting companies take time to evolve, develop and prosper.

How do you live slower?

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I recently picked up these cute navy polka dotted Toms Shoes from SunHee Moon. They have been comfortable from the moment I put them on. In fact I am wearing them right now. The soles are rubbery soft, the interior is leather (or leather like) with arch support and the upper is a stretchable soft canvas with interesting seams that don't rub on your feet. I bought one half size down and am pleased because they have stretched, but without any breaking-in discomfort. I really can't say enough especially because for every pair you buy they will give a pair to a child in need.

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It's still so hot. On top of wanting a kiddy pool, now I want a hammock (a white sandy beach, clear blue ocean and a corona too!). Fortunately my wish came true. I remembered that we had been given a beautiful handmade hammock by our roommate Nancy as a wedding gift — we'd never hung it. I knew we'd kept it, but couldn't tell you which unopened box from which move it was in, we are talking 12 years later, but Mr. C knew exactly where it was. I begged and nagged for him to run to the hardware store so we could hang it. After all today was the perfect day to listlessly lay about in a hammock. He obliged, xxoo.





Mr. C masterminded the perfect "tree sling" as he called it. It's fancied from nylon rope and twisted into one of the climbing/boy scout knots he knows and then affixed with carabiners. It's hanging between our Italian pine and yucca trees. We each took turns swinging in it. And all I can say it "AH" it was lovely and I so look forward to another afternoon of cloud watching while swinging in the afternoon breeze.

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This photo does not do justice. Go to Lolo's, order this jicama fish taco and enjoy it. It's so spicy yummy. Then order more.

Afterward we went to see Theodora She Bitch of Byzantium by Charles Busch (check out this NYT article and see the slideshow) performed by the Thrill Peddlers. What a fantastically fun surprise this was! We knew we were in for a wacky ride — the title alone was a hint, but these thespians did not disappoint. The space was marvelous and troupe superb. The ridiculous manifesto by Charles Ludlam was a highlight as well as a really weird physic trick involving my left-leaning sister and some Indian shaman magic. Quite odd.

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I heard a couple of great quotes on the radio today...both felt very profound.

"Laws are like sausages. It is better not to see them being made." — Otto Von Bismarck

"Appeasement means you are feeding the crocodile hoping he'll eat you last" — Winston Churchill

On an unrelated but still profound note...Later this afternoon when I was driving Max to karate, he was saying how much he likes Alanna our new nanny, so I asked him if I should have her babysit he and Vivie one day soon and he said "mom, grown-ups don't sit on babies". What a comedian!

One more kidism to report before I hit the hay so to speak. On the way to Gabriel's house for a playdate on monday I told Max we had to leave by 6 pm so he'd be prepared. He then said, "but mom, I want to stay until one hundred o'clock!"

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I don't like to be given advice and I often harshly judged those who give it too readily. I feel that advice is something you should give only when asked. I've just been reading Real Simple (May issue), uh hem, yes I feel so middle-aged admitting that, but some of the articles are so satisfyingly cleansing. Plus the tag line gets me every time, "life made easier"! Yes, I too wish that by reading these articles my life would be easier and simplier. I also love attempting to have an organized house and those perfectly styled photos of everything from closets to table settings really please me. Anyway, there's a whole slew of mother articles in this issue since sunday is mother's day and of course they are filled with copious amounts of — advice. Apparently that's what mother's are best at? But there are some I really liked...

No one is paying attention to you, they are all busy thinking about themselves.

Everything tastes better served by candlelight.

If you must leave a party, spill something on yourself.

When you're sad, don't fight it — get some gin and cigarettes then play Edith Piaf — repeat as needed.

Manners matter.

Occasionally do naughty things because that actually makes you happy.

Love and be loved.

The back way is longer but faster.

It's important to write thank you notes.

Whom not who.

Your chance might be miniscule, but that doesn't mean you should give up hope — someone has to win and it could be you.

It's not the last sweater you are going to buy.

The cheap caviar is still quite good.

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I recently bought a "yoko" nursing cover from natural resources on Valencia St. The company that makes them is called bebe au lait. While at Thanksgiving dinner my soon-to-be brother-in-law's sister, who is from Texas, asked me if I owned a "hooter hider?" I chuckled, in fact I do have one I said and I thought how very "Texas" it was to call it that. Well, turns out it's not simply so "Texas" after all. The company that makes 'em calls the same product lines by both names— hmmm a strange marketing ploy. So, they market the frenchy high brow "bebe au lait" name to city dwellers and the daisy duke-like "hooter hiders" brand to others? They explain it as: "Hooter Hiders for tongue-in-cheek and Bebe au Lait for mama chic. "

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My fabulous friend and colleague, we'll call her "pony" (neigh neigh!) sent me these glamorous painted copper dangly earrings from Bangkok. She got them at the night market. I love them! The colors are so bright and shiny and the painted details are darlingly delicate — a perfect combination. Thank you, thank you for sending them! xo * bunny

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Sadly we had to move this spider, as it had spun this giant web right across the path to our downstairs entrance. But we all stopped to admire the beautiful work and marvel at nature's magic.

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Just wanting to post this because the graphic is so darn cute. The cookbook and rub seems too silly and gimmicky (though I do get sick of salad only type girls) and the website has been totally abandoned, but isn't the embroidered butcher cow darling?

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It's been a whole year since I started blah blah bloggin'. I've hardly made a dent in my new year's resolutions and I blame this blogging addiction! I've spent endless hours taking and prepping photos, writing, linking and re-editing this online diary. But I must confess that I have truly and deeply enjoyed the process. I love scrolling through old entries and remembering where I've been, what I've seen, that which inspires me etc. I hope you have enjoyed it too. Now I must bite into that yummy eclair!

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Lookie what a group of techie lushes put together to make our happy hours easier to locate. Love it. Thirsty? Go get Unthirsty. drink. drank. drunk.

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I can excel at any sport which allows you to hold a glass of wine while playing. As an end of summer activity idea, I want to share these bay area local wineries with bocce courts that invite you to toast and taste while aiming to kiss your ball with your opponents. It's so totally civilized, roll yourself there!

Armida Winery, Healdsburg
Seghesio Family Vineyards, Healdsburg
Byington Vineyards, Los Gatos
Diamond Oaks Winery, Oakville
Pedroncelli Winery, Geyserville
Summers Estate, Calistoga

Above is one of the logos my husband and I designed for the SF Bocce Club. Here's an article about the aquatic park club, volo newsletter highlight and locations to play throughout the states.

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Seriously having too much fun with the built-in camera. It's reminding me of all those years I spent doing self portraits while in art school and beyond. I forgot how fun it is to monkey with my self image. Ah ha ha, computer as mirror. Figures I'd go there.

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Happy Birthday little bunny! We all had such a fun night gossiping and teasing each other. It's so nice to catch up and spend time with the ones you love. Last nights festivities centered around the sold out ABC concert at Red Devil Lounge. The lounge bouncer turned out to be a recognizable SF character named Vice (André Brazeau). Hubbie knew him from the band Heart Attack and that he'd written the music and conducted the band in the movie The Game - obscure trivia for sure. I enjoyed the Lounge's space cause it felt intimate and the sound was pretty ok. Then ABC came out and whoa do they need a hair stylist! It's really that bad so I hope someone will do it for free. Martin wasn't wearing his signature gold lame suit by the way, wah wah. They all look pretty old ('cause they are) and there were moments when I couldn't help feeling sad for the aging rockers. I tried to suspend judgment and just enjoy the music and hope they were truly having fun. I kept telling myself that age shouldn't matter, but then I couldn't help sliding right back into my critical thoughts when any one of them would sweep back their thinning Don Johnson meets Fabio hair do. So they did play Millionaire, Look of Love, Poison Arrow thank you but damn them for not playing my favorite Vanity Kills.

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It's always novel to have a night out once you're a parent. However, I always have to weigh the difficulty of never being able to sleep in and likelihood of a hangover against the potential fun factor. Having said that, last night was a good time. I think I like going out with a bigger group 'cause there's lots of little factions to chat with and always someone who offers to get you a drink. We went out with a group of 14, on a Friday night, and with no dinner reservation. I think an ordinary host and hostess might have panicked, don't you? We ended up choosing the low key, cheap and delicious Osha Thai - their original divey location on Geary & Leavenworth. I admit it was rather stressful to coax the restaurant staff into making sure they saved the only two tables that could possibly work for such a large party until our whole party actually arrived. After that it was all a downhill slide, gulp gulp gulp.

The above image is of the guests of honor Ladytron; Danny, Ruben, Helen, and Mira just after the appetizers arrived. If you look at the far top right hand side you'll see hubbies statuesque shnaz too. The image above that is from the sold out show at Mezzanine. It was packed and full of trendy club goers, lots of fun people watching. Being VIP only gets you so far apparently, so we ended up spending lots of time chilling on the smokers patio chatting with a really interesting guy named Ricky. His energy was pretty intense as he had lots to tell me about how I should be getting out even though I'm a new parent. The next morning boy bunny tells me that guy was the original drummer (and recently rejoined) for the Brian Jonestown Massacre. I want you to know — that meant nothing to me. So while Max was napping Saturday afternoon, he whips out a DVD from his recently acquired PALM Pictures collection called Dig!. At first I'm not feeling this 60s psychedelic revolutionary music vibe, but as the movie rolls on I got so totally sucked in. This documentary is amazing. For over seven years they followed the bands comparing and contrasting the successes, failures, and musical experiences of Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols. They interview so many poignant record industry people and delve deeply into the psychological issues of each artist, band dynamic, and the industry as a whole. And there's incredible comic relief by Massacre's tambourine man Joel Gion. Seriously, all fingers up, it's that good.

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boing boing, lookie which rabbit hole I've hopped into...the essence of rabbit {darling you're salivating right now, aren't you?}

No other living creature features as heavily in contemporary character design and art as the humble hare. But what exactly makes bunnies so irresistible to artists, designers and illustrators worldwide? Depending on the viewers’ cultural context rabbits can symbolise anything from insanity, alertness, defencelessness, all the way to promiscuity, magic powers and utter innocence. By condensing the endless variations of the rabbit motif into one ultimate system - a perfect bunny mandala - the true nature of the beast emerges: the eternal essence of rabbit.

sadly, the rest of the world outside of Germany & Europe can't order a bunny mediation mandala, wah.

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Just back from a funsie fashion event Discarded to Divine a benefit for St. Vincent DePaul and a showcase for the Fashion Institute of Design & Marketing (FIDM). It was a local yokel type of thingee showcasing emerging talent in a cool architectural space. Gensler's office does rock. And apparently working there is the best thing ever if you believe the hall monitor spokesperson who said "they all get along all the time and they only hire people who work out." Uh ya, real life isn't so utopian, but glad YOU think so since YOU work here. Do you think they are drugging him? Anyway, the fashions were all over the map and most unwearable. But a few were truly inventive and well executed like the men's dress shirt collar and sleeve skirt bustle, the bleached until almost white blue jean and plastic grocery bag wedding dress, and the exquisite leather coat reconstructed with a delicate ruffle silk-like blouse and an amazing layered lining (you'd have to see it to appreciate just how chic it was). But what was most fun was the attitude of all the models. They pranced around the office in real style with absolute confidence and pride. And that made all the designers winners. Really, the energy of the students made it worth the visit.

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My new favorite treat is lying in a gigantic white bed while listening to a lovely concert, dining on scrumptious lobster soup and three hearts salad, sipping champagne, laughing with new friends and snuggling with mr. bunny. ahhhhh valentine's night was truly a slice of the good life. We luxuriously lounged for hours in the best corner bed at the supperclub and had the great fortune of hearing the brazillian darling bebel gilberto singing her lovely sambas and a beautiful duet with guest artist apallonia (who, by the way, hasn't aged a day since I last saw her during Prince's purple "reign"). Yummy yummy smooch smooch it was a wonderful night, xoxo thank you darling.

p.s. an extra smooch to auntie and ray ray for bebe sitting master maximillian.

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A meme. Seen everywhere, swiped from here: suburban lesbian.

1. My uncle once: belonged (and still might?) to a freaky exctasy induced cult led by Da Love-Ananda Samraj.

2. Never in my life: will I surrender to all my doubt, anxiety and fear.
I have to practive everyday.

3. When I was five: I had beautiful long golden curls which my step mother cut off and shaped into a Dorothy Hamill, just can't forgive that.

4. High School was: too long and I really should have paid attention.

5. I will never forget: what I haven't remembered.

6. I once met: Jack Nicolson and he gave me his infamous raised eyebrow look.

7. There's this girl I know who: can read my mind. (yes, it's you dear lil' bunny)

8. Once, at a bar: I made out with a random passerby (who looked like a young Sting) after asking him for a stick of gum.

9. By noon, I'm usually: feeling like it's 5 p.m. Motherhood realigns your sense of time and makes you constantly tired. Sad but true and still ok.

10. Last night: I fell asleep on the couch again. (See no. 9 above )

11. If I only had: my art barn, more me time, and a personal valet.

12. Next time I go to church: it'll be to pay my respects or to admire the architecture.

13. Terry Shiavo: a sad story that went on way too long.

14. What worries me most: over population, and death bed regret.

15. When I turn my head left, I see: the japanese MTR pushpin bunny heroine, yeah stab 'em babe.

16. When I turn my head right, I see: one of the loves of my life, snaggle-tooth Miro.

17. You know I'm lying when: I over explain it.

18. What I miss most about the eighties: my blissful world ignorance and fitting in those skinny jeans.

19. If I was a character in Shakespeare, I'd be: Katharina in Taming of the Shrew, hee hee

20. By this time next year: Max will probably weigh 50lbs, yikes my aching back.

21. A better name for me would be: Vivian.

22. I have a hard time understanding: quantum mechanics.

23. If I ever go back to school, I'll: never leave.

24. You know I like you if: I call you back.

25. If I ever won an award, the first person I'd thank would be: my father.

26. Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: awards, genius, nothing much left & couldn't we have found a better candidate to represent?

27. Take my advice, never: go against your instincts.

28. My ideal breakfast is: The New York Times style section, poached eggs on sourdough toast, a double latte and a double mimosa all enjoyed while in a fluffy white hotel bed with no where to go but back to sleep.

29. A song I love, but do not own is: Dolly Parton's coat of many colors. ( urg, I admitted that?!)

30. If you visit my hometown, I suggest: not wearing shorts in the summer.

31. Tulips, character flaws, microchips & track stars: orchids, crooked teeth, remote controls & I don't follow sports.

32. Why won't people: respect each other, after all, we are all connected.

33. If you spend the night at my house: you'll eat and drink very well.

34. I'd stop my wedding for: not so much, seeing it's over.

35. The world could do without: suffering, intolerance and discrimination.

36. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: take the SAT, GRE or any other standardized test. (but I love waisting time on emode tests)

37. My favorite blonde is: Barney Rubble

38. Paper clips are more useful than: staples becuase you can reorder the sheets.

39. If I do anything well, it's: critique.

40. And by the way: I may not say it often, but I do love you.

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I can't help thinking of Poi Dog Pondering each thanksgiving. The Poi Dog I remember was pretty much an entirely differnent band than they are now. We made the mistake of going to their Fillmore show a few years ago and were sadly disappointed to hear the freaky wannabe world hippie music they were playing. Turns out people call the band I remember "the austin days". Back then they sang this beautiful sleeper of a song called thanksgiving. It's the best explaination of forgiveness I've come across. It reminds me to be thankful for what I had and for where I am now.

Somehow I find myself far out of line
from the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that,
but I'm keeping on.
Would our paths cross if every great loss
had turned out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?
There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow
lighting my way
But I will be true to the red, black and blues
that colored those days.
I owe my soul to each fork in the road,
each misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude
can dissolve my sweetest find
Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.

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Got another fabulous hair cut from fancy ass Dwight last night. He's so good it hurts. Walked out looking fresh off the set of CQ and ready to divine something from my closet befitting a sushi groove meets rx gallery night mingling with rockstar djs. Oh my god, I'm thinking, who-am-I? Had to pull out the pink sparkly sjp-esque vandevorst heels and suffer through the night just because of the do. 1-2-3-4 saki's later I was doing fine, guess they aren't that hellish once you're under Onigoroshi's devil killer spell. Mira was stylishly adorable and I see why my hubby was raving on about her. And yes, today I had to hear how she speaks Bulgarian, Hebrew and English, cooks like her grandmother, loves to make dolma, and was recently studying to be a molecular biologist all but gave it up to be a rockstar. La la la she's fabulous — over achiever! Best part of the night was just being with my ever wondrous little sister. There's never enough time to hang together anymore, what with her saving the world one step at a time and me tethered to my darling little bean. Just driving around the loin was good fun let alone my impudent attitude toward the guest list mistress, combined with a toxic purple saki "pom pom" and a quick shimmie. Of course sassing what or whomever comes into our crosshairs never ceases to be a good time. Ah, we seem to be able to go there whether we're 25 or 35. It's refreshing. What's not refreshing is the axe chopping headache I woke up with. Damn Scarlett and her cancer sticks, but thanks for sharing.

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This is so cool I finally have a blog and I can start blah blah blahing again.
Thanks darlink.

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