Thank you, Fine Ladies, for the wads 'o' fun we had tonight. Nothing like a party that leaves everyone with glowing skin and smiles.
Can't wait to see those photos! And don't forget to post your results...
(And don't hesitate to give me a hollah if you find yourself in need of beeswax, green clay, essential oils or lanolin.)
: B
Thursday, July 31, 2008
DIY Bitches
With all the skincare revelations this week, my mind went back to Vert and their singular focus on chemical-free products.
I'm not saying that banishing chemicals from our beauty potions isn't important--not with this Hypochondria Black Belt stylishly cinching my waist. (And let's not forget the baby animals--chemicals in cosmetics also run into water bodies, threatening cute sea dwellers and their habitats.) But I guess the thing that really bothers me is the rampant use of "eco" as an implied synonym for "expensive" and "luxury". Yes, many legitimately sustainable products, like local organic produce, are more expensive because their real cost isn't subsidized by industry. But it seems more often than not these days, marketers are making sure our good intentions turn a handsome profit.
Of course, it stings all the more because I fell right into the Greensumption trap with Jurlique. (I'm still clutching those bottles as I dream of an idyllic farm in South Australia.) As much as I love the products, and as much as I believe the company is legitimately committed to sustainability, it's not local, it's too expensive, and what's more, it still contains some itchy-sounding stuff.
So it is with high hopes that I go into tomorrow night's soirée. Using 17 truly natural ingredients (not one of which is patchouli), we're going to cover the entire skincare spectrum, from makeup removal to exfoliation, masks, toning and moisturizer. It might be a disaster. But if we're lucky, it'll be an affordable, empowering eco solution. No matter what, it's going to be fun.
I'm not saying that banishing chemicals from our beauty potions isn't important--not with this Hypochondria Black Belt stylishly cinching my waist. (And let's not forget the baby animals--chemicals in cosmetics also run into water bodies, threatening cute sea dwellers and their habitats.) But I guess the thing that really bothers me is the rampant use of "eco" as an implied synonym for "expensive" and "luxury". Yes, many legitimately sustainable products, like local organic produce, are more expensive because their real cost isn't subsidized by industry. But it seems more often than not these days, marketers are making sure our good intentions turn a handsome profit.
Of course, it stings all the more because I fell right into the Greensumption trap with Jurlique. (I'm still clutching those bottles as I dream of an idyllic farm in South Australia.) As much as I love the products, and as much as I believe the company is legitimately committed to sustainability, it's not local, it's too expensive, and what's more, it still contains some itchy-sounding stuff.
So it is with high hopes that I go into tomorrow night's soirée. Using 17 truly natural ingredients (not one of which is patchouli), we're going to cover the entire skincare spectrum, from makeup removal to exfoliation, masks, toning and moisturizer. It might be a disaster. But if we're lucky, it'll be an affordable, empowering eco solution. No matter what, it's going to be fun.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Hours of Endless Hypochondria
If you really want proof that The Cancer is coming for you, bust out this book:
A Consumer's Dictionary of Cosmetic Ingredients by Ruth Winter, M.S.
or this website:
Skin Deep: Cosmetic Safety Database
(which has the added benefit of specific brand and product reviews, so you don't have to type in all those long, scary-sounding ingredients)
Three hours of bleary-eyed database trolling has led me to the following conclusion: if you buy it in a bottle or a tube, it's got some kind of crap in it that doesn't sound like a good idea to put on your face. Even my beloved Jurlique seems to be pushing it, though it's hard to get a clear assessment when so many common ingredients haven't been studied for cosmetic applications. Not to mention the fact that many cosmetics have only recently been tested for toxic ingredients. Like, say lead in lipstick.
I feel itchy.
A Consumer's Dictionary of Cosmetic Ingredients by Ruth Winter, M.S.
or this website:
Skin Deep: Cosmetic Safety Database
(which has the added benefit of specific brand and product reviews, so you don't have to type in all those long, scary-sounding ingredients)
Three hours of bleary-eyed database trolling has led me to the following conclusion: if you buy it in a bottle or a tube, it's got some kind of crap in it that doesn't sound like a good idea to put on your face. Even my beloved Jurlique seems to be pushing it, though it's hard to get a clear assessment when so many common ingredients haven't been studied for cosmetic applications. Not to mention the fact that many cosmetics have only recently been tested for toxic ingredients. Like, say lead in lipstick.
I feel itchy.
Monday, July 28, 2008
It's On.
WHEN: This Thursday, July 31, 6:30 pm
WHERE: Ugly Betty
WHAT: You, me, a bunch of scrumptious organic face goo, and HCB
(Because every encounter with a clay mask needs a cameraman.)
ALSO: YumYum House, wine, treats, and a dance mix prominently featuring Janet Jackson
Post your RSVP comment today!
WHERE: Ugly Betty
WHAT: You, me, a bunch of scrumptious organic face goo, and HCB
(Because every encounter with a clay mask needs a cameraman.)
ALSO: YumYum House, wine, treats, and a dance mix prominently featuring Janet Jackson
Post your RSVP comment today!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Antipodean Desire
No, it's not the title of my soon-to-be-published Harlequin Romance novel about the unlikely love affair between a lonely New Zealand bungee jumper and a beautiful American goat herder passing through Christchurch for an artisan cheesemaker's seminar.
Here's the whole truth and nothing but: I have gotten hot and heavy with Jurlique, a ridiculously expensive biodynamic Australian skincare line. We started flirting when, as an extension of my eco-nerd obsession, I decided to give up the ridiculously expensive caustic chemical/petroleum-based skincare I was using previously. It's gotten serious way faster than I expected. Like, 5-oz purchase serious.
Of course, it's a bit like buying organic Chilean blueberries in February. Which is to say that my luscious, creamy, heaven-scented biodynamic tinctures aren't cutting any carbon. The boys at Wired would give it two thumbs way down.
But I think I've found a quasi-solution much closer to home.
I've been to the library, consulted with my dermatologist and the skintastic Sue Upton, and I believe I've narrowed in on the most promising almond scrub, rose water toner and clay mask recipes in history.
So in homage to those convivial Jafra pyramid scheme parties I witnessed as a child, I'm inviting you over to rub stuff all over your face, imbibe wine spritzers and kvetch about men. I will provide all ingredients, as organic and local as I can get them.
All you have to do is:
a) post a comment saying you want to attend
b) be prepared to be seen without makeup by the entire Internet
and
c) show up on the appointed day, which will likely be a weeknight next week.
Who's with me?
Here's the whole truth and nothing but: I have gotten hot and heavy with Jurlique, a ridiculously expensive biodynamic Australian skincare line. We started flirting when, as an extension of my eco-nerd obsession, I decided to give up the ridiculously expensive caustic chemical/petroleum-based skincare I was using previously. It's gotten serious way faster than I expected. Like, 5-oz purchase serious.
Of course, it's a bit like buying organic Chilean blueberries in February. Which is to say that my luscious, creamy, heaven-scented biodynamic tinctures aren't cutting any carbon. The boys at Wired would give it two thumbs way down.
But I think I've found a quasi-solution much closer to home.
I've been to the library, consulted with my dermatologist and the skintastic Sue Upton, and I believe I've narrowed in on the most promising almond scrub, rose water toner and clay mask recipes in history.
So in homage to those convivial Jafra pyramid scheme parties I witnessed as a child, I'm inviting you over to rub stuff all over your face, imbibe wine spritzers and kvetch about men. I will provide all ingredients, as organic and local as I can get them.
All you have to do is:
a) post a comment saying you want to attend
b) be prepared to be seen without makeup by the entire Internet
and
c) show up on the appointed day, which will likely be a weeknight next week.
Who's with me?
Friday, July 18, 2008
Out With The Old, In With The (Not) New
Anybody have advice on what to do with discarded bras and the like? Just throwing them away feels wrong, but Goodwill-ing them feels worse. Grandma Elaine would probably fashion them into a quilt or use them to insulate bird nests, but sadly, I don't have the skillz. And I didn't see a Lingerie section at SCRAP.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Giving Back
Sometimes acting sustainably requires sacrifice.
Like, for instance, throwing oneself upon the altar of the local consignment shop priestess. No pants crotch, collar ring, or armpit hole goes unscrutinized. Cheap label frocks elicit a dismissive turn of the head, regardless of cuteness. Nostrils flare at $250 jeans with even slightly frayed hems. And don't even THINK about trying to sell your shoes. None of them are good enough. Unless either a) they have never, EVER been worn or b) your feet are made from an impermeable membrane.
Thankfully, there are things you can do to preempt public sartorial mortification. I suggest intense self-scrutiny of garments in the privacy of your own well-lit laundromat, selling with the seasons (no wool in March, no linen in September), and making sure all garments were manufactured in this decade.
I was 10 for 15 yesterday at Goodbye's, and yet I still feel like a dirty whore. (Currently soaking shirts 11-14 in OXO Brite to try for a resell.)
When I feel really rejected, I take solace in imagining how Courtney Love would fare.
Like, for instance, throwing oneself upon the altar of the local consignment shop priestess. No pants crotch, collar ring, or armpit hole goes unscrutinized. Cheap label frocks elicit a dismissive turn of the head, regardless of cuteness. Nostrils flare at $250 jeans with even slightly frayed hems. And don't even THINK about trying to sell your shoes. None of them are good enough. Unless either a) they have never, EVER been worn or b) your feet are made from an impermeable membrane.
Thankfully, there are things you can do to preempt public sartorial mortification. I suggest intense self-scrutiny of garments in the privacy of your own well-lit laundromat, selling with the seasons (no wool in March, no linen in September), and making sure all garments were manufactured in this decade.
I was 10 for 15 yesterday at Goodbye's, and yet I still feel like a dirty whore. (Currently soaking shirts 11-14 in OXO Brite to try for a resell.)
When I feel really rejected, I take solace in imagining how Courtney Love would fare.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Thrilling Adventures by Land or Web
I've been an Etsy fan for a long time, but haven't allowed myself to peruse its cyber aisles since January, on account of all the dangerous temptations. But yesterday I found myself in a sort of real-world Etsy explosion at Fort Mason for the Renegade Craft Fair. Two fine results:
1.
I found an even better/cooler/stranger notebook solution from Ex Libris Anonymous, maker of journals from recycled books. Came home with Villanova University's freshman facebook from 1991, Six Ducks in a Pond, Good Stories, Under Cover, and my favorite, Thrilling Adventures by Land and Sea: Remarkable Historical Facts Gathered From Authentic Sources.
What I love mostest about these journals is that original book pages are strewn throughout, so you happen upon unexpected inspiration while scribbling headline ideas and conference call notes. (I'm also pretty sure I can re-wiro them with fresh SCRAP-ified paper once I've filled these up.)
2.
It was thrilling indeed to see so many creative, committed people putting beautiful, sustainable wares into the world. Behold, a few of my favorite things:
Organic bags and clothes by Rebe
Recycled silver jewelry by Figs and Ginger
Local SF art by Hilary Williams
Bags and leather goods by Scabby Robot
Pottery by Sara Paloma
Silkscreened action by maryink
In adherence to my Not Newness, I eschewed these purchases, but it's heartening to remember that for every Ikea vase and H&M schmatta of unknown origin, there's a beautiful handmade alternative from Portland or Asheville or Canoga Park. Look around your 'hood: chances are somebody's getting crafty.
1.
I found an even better/cooler/stranger notebook solution from Ex Libris Anonymous, maker of journals from recycled books. Came home with Villanova University's freshman facebook from 1991, Six Ducks in a Pond, Good Stories, Under Cover, and my favorite, Thrilling Adventures by Land and Sea: Remarkable Historical Facts Gathered From Authentic Sources.
What I love mostest about these journals is that original book pages are strewn throughout, so you happen upon unexpected inspiration while scribbling headline ideas and conference call notes. (I'm also pretty sure I can re-wiro them with fresh SCRAP-ified paper once I've filled these up.)
2.
It was thrilling indeed to see so many creative, committed people putting beautiful, sustainable wares into the world. Behold, a few of my favorite things:
Organic bags and clothes by Rebe
Recycled silver jewelry by Figs and Ginger
Local SF art by Hilary Williams
Bags and leather goods by Scabby Robot
Pottery by Sara Paloma
Silkscreened action by maryink
In adherence to my Not Newness, I eschewed these purchases, but it's heartening to remember that for every Ikea vase and H&M schmatta of unknown origin, there's a beautiful handmade alternative from Portland or Asheville or Canoga Park. Look around your 'hood: chances are somebody's getting crafty.
Friday, July 11, 2008
I am prepared to fight.
Alas, in my frenzy to churn out pithy phraseology, I've run through my stock of sleek little Moleskin notebooks.
In search of suitable replacements, I peddled my way over to Scrap, the Scroungers' Center for Reusable Art Parts. (Courtesy of a hot tip from super-savvy Jenn.)
The acronym pretty much speaks for itself, and yet, it does little to describe the experience. Talk about another man's treasure! Forthwith, a mere fraction of what I encountered during my visit:
And like an oily Eskimo kiss from Kismet, I stumbled across the press proofs from the book I wrote last year!
(For more detail and MUCH better pictures, check this out: sfgirlbybay covered Scrap back in May.)
Last year, I never would've bothered with Scrap (or scraps), but today I was ready to fashion myself a log cabin out of empty poster tubes. It's funny how restricting access to the easy way out gives your creativity room to flourish.
It's also funny how branding becomes less and less important to me. The only reason I used to buy Moleskin notebooks is because they say "street cred" to a room full of design snobs. Well, thanks to an overstock from the makers of Intermune, the paper I scribble on will now speak more directly to my ass kicking:
In search of suitable replacements, I peddled my way over to Scrap, the Scroungers' Center for Reusable Art Parts. (Courtesy of a hot tip from super-savvy Jenn.)
The acronym pretty much speaks for itself, and yet, it does little to describe the experience. Talk about another man's treasure! Forthwith, a mere fraction of what I encountered during my visit:
And like an oily Eskimo kiss from Kismet, I stumbled across the press proofs from the book I wrote last year!
(For more detail and MUCH better pictures, check this out: sfgirlbybay covered Scrap back in May.)
Last year, I never would've bothered with Scrap (or scraps), but today I was ready to fashion myself a log cabin out of empty poster tubes. It's funny how restricting access to the easy way out gives your creativity room to flourish.
It's also funny how branding becomes less and less important to me. The only reason I used to buy Moleskin notebooks is because they say "street cred" to a room full of design snobs. Well, thanks to an overstock from the makers of Intermune, the paper I scribble on will now speak more directly to my ass kicking:
Yeah, what she said.
Dear Mom,
I'm pretty sure you haven't yet located the blogosphere, but just in case, I want you to know that I wasn't trying to call you out with that whole fridge thing. I was merely emphasizing the impact geography has on our understanding of sustainability; just as I am a product of my local culture, you are a product of yours.
I am very proud of you and your cloth grocery bags, glass food containers and biodegradable surfectants. Who knows, if you start composting, growing your own veggies and recycling ALL your plastic, I might even consider having children some day.
Sincerely,
your loving daughter
PS What I really mean is this, except replace the home cooking with our family outings to Anita's.
I'm pretty sure you haven't yet located the blogosphere, but just in case, I want you to know that I wasn't trying to call you out with that whole fridge thing. I was merely emphasizing the impact geography has on our understanding of sustainability; just as I am a product of my local culture, you are a product of yours.
I am very proud of you and your cloth grocery bags, glass food containers and biodegradable surfectants. Who knows, if you start composting, growing your own veggies and recycling ALL your plastic, I might even consider having children some day.
Sincerely,
your loving daughter
PS What I really mean is this, except replace the home cooking with our family outings to Anita's.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Reality Check
Rambling on like a smug San Francisco asshole reminded me of this speech by Adam Werbach, the guy who used to work for the Sierra Club and now works with Wal-Mart. You might say he's a reformed smug San Francisco asshole.
This baby's long, but it's shorter than the book I made you promise to read last week. And you will thank me. It's inspiring. If you don't already have a PSP, I bet you'll get one.
This baby's long, but it's shorter than the book I made you promise to read last week. And you will thank me. It's inspiring. If you don't already have a PSP, I bet you'll get one.
Reality Bites
Every time I land in Orange County or LAX or San Diego, the first thing that ruffles my feathers, apart from the lovely arid Santa Ana wind, is how NOT eco-focused life is just 500 miles away from our little Ivory Tower. Big dumb cars, empty sidewalks, non-existent bike lanes, sad organic groceries, fast food chains dotting a landscape that's been combed and parted with ugly terra cotta cul-de-sac subdivisions, and bleach applied to just about everything--linens, sinks, pools, teeth, hair.
[the paltry, limp, pre-packaged, industrial organic offering at one of SoCal's "natural" grocery chains]
What was particularly interesting to me this time around was the difference in perception of what "green" means. In my new quest to replace my caustic cosmeceuticals, I headed to Venice Beach to check out Vert, a well-publicized and self-described "eco chic beauty boutique." And I quote:
The conversation went something like this:
Cute sales girl: If you're looking for eco-friendly skin care, Arcona is the best! Everyone who works here uses it.
Me: Cool! Do you know what's in it?
Her: Oh, only natural ingredients. No chemicals.
Me: Um...okay. That's...good. Do you know where they source their "natural" ingredients from?
Her: No, I'm sorry. I don't.
Me: Oh. Okay, well, maybe it's on their website. Blah blah make excuses for her blah blah be nice force smile blah blah take sample.
Her: You'll also love this sunscreen. All-natural ingredients, no chemicals. Created by a cancer survivor.
Me: Great! Oh, I see here that it has nano zinc oxide in it. What is the store's position on nanoparticles?
Her: I'm sorry, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. Nano what?
Me: Oh well, blahblahblah penetrate skin and organs, blah blah permanent biochemical damage blah blah FDA investigating blah blah blah...
Her: Well, you know the green road is a long one, and we're all just taking it one step at a time.
Me: Ha ha yes, so true. [I'll just shut up now...forced smile why am I such a nerd blah blah stop talking blah blah.] I guess I'll try it!
I don't fault the cute sales girl or the store. The green road IS a long one, and at least they're on it. But it's just so interesting to me that for them, "eco" does not yet encompass organic, localism, carbon footprints, crop displacement, ethical labor practices, or really any of the core tenants of the movement. The motivation to go "green" seems only to do with looking cool and preventing cancer. (And even on that front they're remiss.)
I saw this Me Versus We interpretation of "green" several more times on my trip, most notably on my mom's refrigerator. She had taped up a list from a magazine of the fruits and veggies you should always buy organic to avoid pesticides in your food, versus the flora you can get away with buying conventional because the skin or growing method prevents the pesticides from penetrating the edible portions. Nothing about runoff or algae blooms or hemaphrodite frogs or raping the land or what-have-you.
Maybe it's just a phase? I know I and all my friends certainly evolved into our eco nerdology. But I can't help but worry that we're in a permanent bubble up here. I mean, down there I found myself DRIVING to a grocery store that was even closer to my aunt's house than my beloved Bi-Rite is to mine. We're talking less than a block. What if "what have you done for me lately?" is simply more infectious than "what can we do to make a difference?"
[the paltry, limp, pre-packaged, industrial organic offering at one of SoCal's "natural" grocery chains]
What was particularly interesting to me this time around was the difference in perception of what "green" means. In my new quest to replace my caustic cosmeceuticals, I headed to Venice Beach to check out Vert, a well-publicized and self-described "eco chic beauty boutique." And I quote:
Vert is like no other retail experience -With a promise like that, I was expecting a LEED-certified Mecca of sustainable wrinkle abatement. But it was more like a return to seventh grade: I was the palest, nerdiest kid by a mile, the "popular" girl helping me couldn't even understand my questions much less answer them, and I found myself trying to pretend like I hadn't done my homework.
a destination as well as an education - not
to be missed.
Located in Venice California, Vert is a high-end,
luxury retail store specializing in all-natural
eco-friendly products from around the world.
Although the store's main focus is beauty,
we are committed to promoting an all-natural,
eco-friendly lifestyle.
The conversation went something like this:
Cute sales girl: If you're looking for eco-friendly skin care, Arcona is the best! Everyone who works here uses it.
Me: Cool! Do you know what's in it?
Her: Oh, only natural ingredients. No chemicals.
Me: Um...okay. That's...good. Do you know where they source their "natural" ingredients from?
Her: No, I'm sorry. I don't.
Me: Oh. Okay, well, maybe it's on their website. Blah blah make excuses for her blah blah be nice force smile blah blah take sample.
Her: You'll also love this sunscreen. All-natural ingredients, no chemicals. Created by a cancer survivor.
Me: Great! Oh, I see here that it has nano zinc oxide in it. What is the store's position on nanoparticles?
Her: I'm sorry, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. Nano what?
Me: Oh well, blahblahblah penetrate skin and organs, blah blah permanent biochemical damage blah blah FDA investigating blah blah blah...
Her: Well, you know the green road is a long one, and we're all just taking it one step at a time.
Me: Ha ha yes, so true. [I'll just shut up now...forced smile why am I such a nerd blah blah stop talking blah blah.] I guess I'll try it!
I don't fault the cute sales girl or the store. The green road IS a long one, and at least they're on it. But it's just so interesting to me that for them, "eco" does not yet encompass organic, localism, carbon footprints, crop displacement, ethical labor practices, or really any of the core tenants of the movement. The motivation to go "green" seems only to do with looking cool and preventing cancer. (And even on that front they're remiss.)
I saw this Me Versus We interpretation of "green" several more times on my trip, most notably on my mom's refrigerator. She had taped up a list from a magazine of the fruits and veggies you should always buy organic to avoid pesticides in your food, versus the flora you can get away with buying conventional because the skin or growing method prevents the pesticides from penetrating the edible portions. Nothing about runoff or algae blooms or hemaphrodite frogs or raping the land or what-have-you.
Maybe it's just a phase? I know I and all my friends certainly evolved into our eco nerdology. But I can't help but worry that we're in a permanent bubble up here. I mean, down there I found myself DRIVING to a grocery store that was even closer to my aunt's house than my beloved Bi-Rite is to mine. We're talking less than a block. What if "what have you done for me lately?" is simply more infectious than "what can we do to make a difference?"
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Retail Outlets I Visited in Southern California Without Severing My Cerebral Cortex
OR buying anything verboten:
A whole morning of charming boutiques in Venice Beach*
A whole afternoon of charming boutiques in Laguna Beach
TJ Maxx
I know, right??? That's what I call progress!
*There was a dress, but I believe in my heart that it counts as used. We'll discuss this later.
A whole morning of charming boutiques in Venice Beach*
A whole afternoon of charming boutiques in Laguna Beach
TJ Maxx
I know, right??? That's what I call progress!
*There was a dress, but I believe in my heart that it counts as used. We'll discuss this later.
Quicken Earth June: Blah Blah Blah
Let's make this quick. I've already got a whole bunch of July to talk about.
OOPS!
New stuff is dead to me.
NECESSITIES
Normally I make myself giggle by posting a photographic representation of my monthly wine intake here. The ripple was indeed imbibed. But I also ran out of ridiculously expensive caustic cosmeceuticals, and with the advice and consent of Sue Upton, Skin Care Genius, I decided to try out some new ridiculously expensive biodynamic skin care in its stead. Of course I'm already in love with it. But the topic bears further discussion. Later.
CREATIVE CONSUMPTION (i.e. USED ARTICLES)
I was brutally attacked by three excellent summery dresses while walking past Crossroads on the way to my new office-away-from-the-office, The Grove. (I don't know, there's something about their salads I find comforting.)
UP FOR DISCUSSION
I am too busy to bother with gray areas.
ABSTENTIONS
I don't recall wanting anything this month except a vacation. And the ability to make people bend to my will.
Oh, also: I don't really count this as an abstention, but HCB thinks I need a new bike seat. The mushy top layer of the one I have is starting to peel, and it leaves these little pieces of rubber on my butt every time I ride it. In a stunning role reversal, I'm advocating a washcloth and the judicious application of duct tape.
OOPS!
New stuff is dead to me.
NECESSITIES
Normally I make myself giggle by posting a photographic representation of my monthly wine intake here. The ripple was indeed imbibed. But I also ran out of ridiculously expensive caustic cosmeceuticals, and with the advice and consent of Sue Upton, Skin Care Genius, I decided to try out some new ridiculously expensive biodynamic skin care in its stead. Of course I'm already in love with it. But the topic bears further discussion. Later.
CREATIVE CONSUMPTION (i.e. USED ARTICLES)
I was brutally attacked by three excellent summery dresses while walking past Crossroads on the way to my new office-away-from-the-office, The Grove. (I don't know, there's something about their salads I find comforting.)
UP FOR DISCUSSION
I am too busy to bother with gray areas.
ABSTENTIONS
I don't recall wanting anything this month except a vacation. And the ability to make people bend to my will.
Oh, also: I don't really count this as an abstention, but HCB thinks I need a new bike seat. The mushy top layer of the one I have is starting to peel, and it leaves these little pieces of rubber on my butt every time I ride it. In a stunning role reversal, I'm advocating a washcloth and the judicious application of duct tape.
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