I got a bite. What do you mean aware up there? This is
touching base with Rod Downey, and today I'm touching base with David on his
quirky new independent comedy he's working on. David, what can you tell us
about your new film? A man never expects to find his voice through the
story of two teenage girls. But this story is one we can all relate
to and both as simplicity and astute observations of the banality of coming of age.
And as a filmmaker, it's my job to present those observations in a
way that is simultaneously edible and insightful. Now, what these girls have done
is just to exist authentically, but exists nonetheless in a way though it causes
us all to perhaps pause and reflect on our existence and how the ways in
which we exist impact our immediate worlds. For me, this is very much
about finding those complexities in the banal, to look deeper, to find humanity
in the things we consider foolish. I remember hearing about that. So you
mean to tell me Paul took up with Patty during your arrest. I just
don't understand what has happened to American values anymore. I do used to mean
a whole lot more than it does now. It seems to me that nowadays
I do is more like I suppose I do until it's no longer convenient for
me. If you don't mind my saying, getting arrested and incarcerated is very
extreme. To each his own I guess I've never even been pulled over.
Jackie and I are taking a weekend trip to Sedona. Over the weekend.
I will let her know you said hello. The girls do not have any
children. They keep talking about having one. I really don't understand how any
of that works. I have to admit I'm having a hard time getting Misty's
pet portrait. I found one place that seemed like they could do it,
but when I brought in a photo of Misty, they were just going to
draw Misty as she was in the photo. I already have that photo of
Misty. I want Misty's portrait to be unique. I'm bringing a few different
photos of Misty up to Sedona, just in case there's a good pet artists
there. Dot. I was looking through your Facebook picks the other day and
I found one of your daughter and her partner. They are very lovely girls.
I would like to have a grandchild one day. That's not up to
me. Though. After some consideration, I've decided to move back to Arizona.
I really enjoy the weather here, but it's just so expensive, and
my kids left the area while back, so there's no real reason to stay.
I haven't made many friends. I don't like to go out much.
My daughter goes to Sedona frequently. She says it has good energy. She
does a yoga retreat there sometimes too. I don't care for Sdona. It
is a very beautiful place, but it is also too hippy dippy there.
I don't care about crystals, a meditation, or any of that garbage.
There's a really great restaurant there right on the river called Cress on Oak Creek.
Really good food and views too. Jackie and I had a wonderful time
in Sedona. I don't care for all of that spirituality mumbo jumbo either.
I like the art there in the scenery. Jackie likes to church build into
the mountain. Every time we go. She just has to see that church.
The Cress restaurant it was very nice, but too expensive for me.
I don't care to spend that kind of money on food. You just eat
it. I prefer to spend my money on art and antiques. The best
part of our visit is that I found someone to do a pet portrait of
Misty. She took several of my photos and said she could pay a unique
portrait of Misty to commemorate her life, and I really think she will.
Now. I just need to figure out where to put it once it's finished.
If you're back in the area by the time Misty's portrait is done,
you should join Jackie and I back up to Sedona to pick it up.
October twelfth, twenty fifteen. I'm so excited. I have about eleven blog
posts in my head that will soon be in my blood. Going to altitude
hills and bike able cities, close longtime friends and close short time friends,
bicycling with a wide open smile. What is a co op? My local
yarn store, good times with close friends, my crochet pans, great food
made with beets, pink is the food yarning up a storm, the season
and what makes the season special. Time changes. It's another beautiful day,
So instead of wrapping my brain around writing and formatting a blog post, I'm
out there for one last day of glorious blue sky and yellow leaves and maybe
an ice cream cone. Because I've been good and you q you are what's
up in your world? Maybe I should write a blog about the blogs I
read when I'm looking for inspiration to write my own blogs. September ninth,
two thousand fourteen. A great new afghan or relationship advice and it's off the
hook, assembled and complete, my brand new afghan finished. I've blocked about
this piece just days ago, and before that a few other times. What
to say now? Perhaps in photo shoot like we all enjoy, or at
least I enjoy with the indulgence of my family. Gregg is responsible for this
collection of yarn goddess photos in the back yard with me modeling the afghan as
wrap and cape. Once in a while I start to wonder if we ham
it up for the camera a little too much. After all, some of
us are not getting any younger. Then again, none of us are.
It's terrific fun, especially for the self absorbed. I'd also dare any of
you q rs to do the same. Why not in this photoshoop, I'm
rustling up the attention of my long suffering hubby. One of the remedies to
long term relationship blues is to simply ask for attention. I ask for attention
all the time. It's so easy for us to focus lots of energy on
others, on kids, on pets, on work, on house, and
forget about each other. And so on a Friday morning, when I ask
my hobby to take a few extra minutes to shoot these photos of me modeling
my new afghan, I'm asking for attention, interaction, a laugh for two,
and, thanks to the technology, a memory. Somebody warned me in
an earlier post that this afghan is too gorgeous to not convert to a wearable
item. Now that it's finished, I agree, and have I got the
best idea. It'll be my little secret for now, but trust me when
I say it's revolutionary. It is one hundred percent worsted wool. It's soft,
not too scratchy, and it's also warm. The best blankets are always
warm. I'm fond of the colors chartreuse, coral, black, gray,
white, aqua, and magenta. Great mid century colors, still very classic
today. I'm wild about the classic vintage detail with a modern detail. In
this case, the whole set up looks hopelessly modern. This afghan has obviously
time traveled to today and got stuck in a photo shoot and an outdoor seasonal
affair. And to quote the photographer, I like seeing you argue with the
camera. There is usually a fair amount of arguing between me and the camera
in the next session of yarn madness. Nobody knows what will happen, but
there is a small chance that it will be painstaking, unique and possessed bits
of whimsy. March fifth, twenty thirteen, The Berkeley Bull qf's. Have
any of you ever tried this? It's called a kind bar, which is
kind of a great name for such a healthy treat. It's not too too
healthy, but it's healthy enough to treat yourself with from time to time.
I have always enjoyed the occasional protein and healthy bar. I think I started
buying these little pouches of bars at the infamous Berkeley Bull back in the late
eighties, back when I first moved to California and I was living in a
little house of an eighteen year old. I had already established a mostly vegetarian
eating style, but this was my first foray into living and feeding and taking
care of myself completely independently. I remember how amazing. The Berkeley Bull was
what with so many varieties of grown food, such a vast selection of breads,
bulk items, butcher fish, cheese, and more. The Berkeley Bull
was amazing, but it was also incredibly overwhelming. But it is where my
lifelong relationship with food launched. Whenever I returned to Berkeley, I always returned
to the Berkeley Bowl. At first, I lived within walking distance of the
Berkeley Bull. I would walk to the Berkeley Bull at least five times in
a week. Then I had to leave that little house. It's a long
story. I'll share it with you sometime, but now is not the time.
Now is about the Berkeley Bull and how the Berkeley Bull was the first
step of many steps to be healthy, wealthy, and wise in my food
choice. Your first step, if you're thinking about taking a first step,
should be to take that first step toward the direction of your local co op.
Sy Bride and Christmas Day, that's the island breeding that we said to
you Christmas probe red Ellen. Is that you and your sister? It is
she looks so grown up, well, Patty, she is. She has
grown up a lot since she was sixteen. I guess time flies when you're
too busy taking care of yourself. You are both such beautiful girls. These
are photographs from our unity ceremony. It was a lovely event. So many
people ask if the harmonium player was Ellen. She was not, but she
could have easily been a doppelganger. She was just as beautiful. Ellen and
her sister could not attend the Unity ceremony because our spirits have not been aligned
as of late. Mother has carved so many different paths for each of us,
and only we can navigate them with our hearts, to the special places
where unity can overcome external conflict that harbors within. The goats and the children
were very happy to be a part of the ceremony. Helena, you look
gorgeous in this pick. Those must be your daughters. Who's that big guy?
How have you been? We missed you in Sedona. I bet you've
been busy with all that unpacking. Jackie is coming over for dinner next Tuesday.
You should join us. I would love to show you my misty portrait.
Hey, it's me Agan. I have gone into another rabbit hole.
I've been up all night Facebook stocking again. This is starting to feel mildly
unhealthy, but I've been looking into this other possible Karen that I found,
and I know you're pretty married to crochet pans at this point, but I
think my Karen could be the Karen or a Karen. I was going through
fish Ellen's Facebook and I stumbled upon her mom, who, by the way,
is kind of hilarious. She and this friend of hers just comment NonStop
on everything, but they're not comments so much as like random conversations. Good
morning Dot. I just finished wiping down the counters in the kitchen. Some
days it feels like that's all I'll ever get around to doing. I did
bake a hand the other day from a recipe I got off the internet.
It was mostly dry, though we old birds should just stick to our cookbooks.
I guess looks like I will be in Tucson on the fourteenth to see
Susie. She's had a hard time of things since the Big D. I
am not a good communicator in general, and definitely not on the Internet.
In fact, I totally dislike using the computer. I receive so many emails
that it seems all I'll ever do is answer emails when I use the computer.
I am not sure why I signed up on the Facebook most likely get
off real soon. I really don't like to spend most of my time on
the internet. I think it's unhealthy. It's probably giving us all cancer.
But it's the only way I can see picks of my girls because they live
so far away from me. Anyway, So her friend dot had commented on
this photo of the mother, Helena is her name with her kids. The
big guy is my son in law, fish Ellen, and then her other
daughter, and then her daughter's husband. And here's the thing, I guess
where her other daughter and her son in law work. He and my youngest
are both in the Coast God and they live in Honolulu. My oldest is
in Seattle and she has a own small business doing yoga and therapy. I
miss seeing them terribly, but that is the way it is. Have a
good Sunday, and perhaps we can meet when I return from Tucson. Best
Helena the Coast Guard. And then in another post, she mentions that they
used to live and work in Oakland and Seattle, but have since been stationed
in Honolulu, which we're now calling her Aloha Karen. So I started looking
into Aloha Karen and her husband. I can't trace either of them. Back
to the cottage. But in nineteen eighty nine, I have Aloha Karen's husband
and fish Ellen signing a lease together in Seattle, so like right after they
would have moved out of the cottage. And at first I thought it was
kind of weird that it was fish Ellen and Aloha Karen's husband, and Aloha
Karen isn't on the lease, but then I realized it's because Aloha Karen hadn't
turned eighteen yet. She turned eighteen later in nineteen eighty nine, which if
she is our Karen, might explain why she wasn't on the Oakland lease.
But so before I go any further, there are two pretty big arguments against
Aloha Karen being our Karen. But I want you to suspend disbelief for just
a minute and bear with me. And I think it's fair to say that
a lot of these letters have been exaggerated. So let's just pretend for a
moment that Mark made up these two details. Aloha Karen and her husband do
not have any kids. And then also, Aloha Karen's mother is obviously very
much alive, but they all live together with fish Ellen. Immediately following when
Karen and Ellen left the Oakland House, and they worked for the Coastguard,
and I looked even further into him. He was working for the Coast Guard
and stationed in Alameda in nineteen eighty seven. Alameda is the town directly next
to Oakland at just like it seems like way too many coincidences, Sharon,
We're in Mississippi here. We're here for the week, visiting my husband's family.
This is the beach down in Biloxi. It's nice, but nothing like
the beach is back home. Mississippi is nothing like back home. We're taking
our niece and nephews to a gator farm today. I just don't understand why
anyone would want to spend a day in the swamp looking at alligators. But
that's just what people do down here. And also, her Facebook is shock
full of karenisms. Hawaii can be a very confusing place sometimes, like how
can I be in America but also an a And if Honolulu is the capital,
which is also a city, and Hawaii is this state, then what
does that make Oahu? Do you think if they grew the ConA coffee beans
with the sugar cane plants that the ConA coffee would taste sweeter or is that
why ConA coffee is already so sweet? Maybe they grow up with the sugar
cane plants. So what if Karen and Ellen are sisters? There was something
trying to still my change. I have cold, feel a breath on.
Someday I'll shower clown enough to make them mounche and play. Now we're beauty
and be gay. Say what you please. There was something trying to still
my chains. Iuld feel a breath on. Someday I'll shower clown enough to
make them monche and play. Now we're beauty and be gay