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Sometimes I like to pretend that people I don't know are my fictitious friends. I sincerely believe that these t.v. personalities or authors or socialites and I would be the best of buddies.
Giada is definitely at the top of my wanna-be-amigas list, though sometimes I might have to tell her to turn off her selective Italian accent(parmigiano reggiano, prosciutto, ciabatta). Otherwise, as long as she made me nutella delights or yummy penne and pesto, we could hang in her mod Malibu pad.
My bad-boy wanna-be-bud is definitely Anthony Bourdain. I guess I like foodies and chefs. Tony is clever and articulate with a good dose of straight up snark. Tony, I'll share some pig with you any day.
Second-runners up on my pretend friends list are definitely a few of the gals from HGTV. Genevieve Gorder and Candice Olsen would certainly be excellent happy hour buddies who could conveniently provide tips about toile or tile.
As for, double-date friends, Chris Martin and Gwyneth would make for fun conversations, wouldn't they? We could meet up in London for some vegan curry and karaoke (Chris, pretty please sing Strawberry Swing!).
Who are your pretend friends?
As my faithful readers might know, each Friday, I treat myself to a bunch of fresh flowers. Fridays are my clean the apartment, grade papers, and generally get caught up days. So, the flowers have become a welcome reward at the end of an arduous week. Last night, my sweet hubby, in anticipation of my weekly flower ritual, brought home these soft orangey pink tulips. Bravo, hubby!
Photo and flowers by moi.
This semester I've been teaching the Survey of Western Art I, which covers Prehistoric cave paintings through the Gothic period (and they pay me for this!?!). While I've always considered myself a modernist, it's decidedly fabulous to explore Egyptian rock-cut tombs or Minoan palaces or Byzantine monasteries with my students. This period of art history, with its archeological roots and mysterious qualities, definitely has the Indiana Jones factor.
While each area of study has proven fascinating, this semester's lectures have especially reinvigorated my love for mosaics. Mosaics of smooth natural stones in Roman houses or mosaics of prismatic glass on Byzantine church apses, these works of art would have required painstaking planning and a careful understanding of color.
My favorite mosaic programs come from San Vitale in Ravenna, Italy. But, as you behold these 5th-7th Century creations, try to imagine them in their true context. Envision a simple, brick façade on a nondescript building. Then, as you walk through the church narthex, you would step into a sun-drenched nave. These mosaics with their irregular surfaces and highly polished glass would glisten, glow and glimmer in the light. Imagine being inside a jewel box:


Blogland has been chattering about this new Bravo show for a few weeks now. And, I must admit, the concept is fascinating. The show follows two self-taught NYC designers with 6 kids and 1 infant. If those kooky family dynamics aren't enough to keep you watching, the show also captures their bold creative process and features their funky, eclectic style.
Think Jon and Kate's huge fam (pre-paparazzi) + HGTV with a touch of Ashton and Demi's cool factor.
By the way, their kids' names are: Wolfie, Tallulah, Bellamy, Breaker, Five, Holleder and Major....that has to make for some interesting t.v.
Confession: Ssshhh...Don't tell anyone. I watch The Real Housewives of...everywhere. Dysfunction clearly doesn't discriminate according to geography because those ladies, and the occasional gay sidekick, are just as delusional from Newport Beach to New Jersey.
Why do I watch this crap? Sometimes a gal just need a few wackos to remind her that her life really is pretty normal. Maybe I'm just as disturbed as they are, but, dang, their meltdowns make my occasional hissy fits seem like tea with the queen.
What are your guilty t.v. addictions?
Image from eonline
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." Rabindranath Tagore
When was the last time you stopped mid-activity to take a moment and look up at the clouds? You might be surprised what you'll see.
On a recent flight, I looked out my murky airplane window to see this glorious view. High above the clouds, the sunset produced such an array of pinks and oranges across the sky. Up in the air, the clouds became a billowy ocean---a reminder of the unparalleled beauty of nature.

Each time I traipse through one of America's airports, I am reminded how casual our culture has become. I think we should return to the glory days of air travel when ladies wore elegant skirts and white gloves and fancy hats as opposed to velour track suits and gym shoes and backpacks the size of toddlers. Mad Men has seeped into so many other aspects of our society, why not encourage our hubbies to dress more like Don Draper when they fly and less like Al Bundy?
In addition to making people-watching so much more pleasant (who really wants to see your saggy-butt sweatpants or your cat t-shirt, lady?), I also believe that improving the way we dress when we travel will result in better treatment by the airlines. Maybe, just maybe, that gate agent will give you the upgrade you've been begging for if you're decked out in your Sunday finest as opposed to your everyday worst.
So, go ahead America, ditch those old hoodies and stretchy pants when you fly! Pop on some pearls or don a chic trench coat, and voila, instant travel glam!

images from NYTimes, Google Images, Meaningful Design