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who’s cuter?

I was a little late getting on the Ryan Gosling train.

When The Notebook came out, I was all about the Rachel McAdams train.  I lurved her.  I mean really.  Is there truly a question about who’s cuter?  Look at her!

Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling

All that vintage-y dress and hair style business just makes my heart go pitter pat.  Scruffy tall dude?  Shrug.

I saw Lars and the Real Girl.  And his relationship with a blow-up doll didn’t exactly make me swoon.

Then, I didn’t really love the character he played in Blue Valentine, even though I found the movie really heart wrenching.

But then I did see that video about Ryan Gosling stopping a fight in the street in NYC.  And that was pretty endearing.

And I heard about how he was the impetus for getting that very cool, unknown song “You and Me” into Blue Valentine.  That song is right up there with vintage-y dresses and hair-dos.

And then.  I saw him in Drive and Crazy Stupid Love this year.  Loved both of them, in different ways, and was schooled on his paradoxical juxtaposition of adorable cuteness and hubba hubba hotness.  So, consider me well and truly on board the train.

Which brings me to today’s point:

Is Ryan Gosling cuter than a puppy?

I have to admit, I think that yes, Ryan Gosling IS cuter than a puppy.

I’m glad that’s settled then.


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time to go jump on a trampoline

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it’s true! i AM culture curious!

Don’t you love how all those internet quizzes will invariably tell you about how fantastic you are?  Whether it’s which Disney princess you are or how gay you are, the resulting personality assessment is some variation on “You are a prize peacock.  Please come sit over here by me and let me bask in your fancy.”

So no matter what they say, really, you end up feeling like that quiz was totally true and uncanny in just how well it understood you.  Because flattery will get you everywhere.  And if you flatter me, I’m going to tell you just how sensitive and insightful you are.

In my opinion, this visual DNA quiz from The New York times totally captured my quirky essence.  In fact, this is telling me that I’m even more awesome than I thought I was.  What does it say about you?

I am Culture Curious!

“You embrace all forms of culture and love new ideas that push boundaries and explore new avenues of thinking. You like to dress so that your personality shines through and enjoy sharing your unusual perspectives on life. You are thoughtful and original in your outlook. You like to be made to think and often seek out ways to expand your horizons.

You’re sophisticated and inquisitive with a real passion for art and culture. You pride yourself on being an early adopter of the latest music and films and always like to have a good book on the go. Your ability to bring together very diverse and even dissenting opinions is rooted in your appreciation for all points of view. You believe in immersing yourself in interesting experiences that make you look at people, places and opportunities from new angles. Being sensitive and creative you want to feel connected to the world around you and actively seek out opportunities to explore it. It’s all about broadening your horizons and living life to the full. Anything else would not fulfill your curious nature. You’ll love the list of The Best 1,000 Movies Ever Made, the Critics’ Picks and Arts Beat.”


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little facts


Another week of Little Facts, brought to you by Rebecca with an R and the mental stylings of Maggie, this time circa 1988.

Once upon a time I could:

1.  Walk on stilts.

2.  Skin a deer.

3.  Recite Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven in its entirety.

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soup for you

I was just talking about the slave-like dependency I have on recipes in my kitchen.  Tell me what to do!  I need instruction and structure!

Except when it comes to one thing…  soup.  In the realm of soups, I’m the daddy.

This kale and sausage soup takes a bit of a trick I learned from Mark Bittman:  using meat as a seasoning.  So rather than using slices of precooked sausage, I used loose sausage meat.  That way you get little meaty bits thoroughly mixed through the soup, giving a lot of flavor.

To do it:
-saute up the sausage meat (I used 3/4 lb mild italian) with a bit of olive oil over medium high heat.  stir it well to get it nice and crumbly and let brown a bit.
-remove the meat with a slotted spoon and then dump in a finely diced onion and 2 or 3 cloves of crushed garlic.
-after the onions are soft, throw the meat back in and then add a bit of white wine and scrape up any fond from the bottom of your pot.
-add a carton of chicken broth.
-throw in your kale – destemmed and cut or ripped into small bits.  Nobody wants long dangly bits of kale hanging off their spoons and flapping about on their chins.  Good prep work is important if you’re a uptight little weasel like me.
-add other stuff.  I included a can of cannelini beans, about a half cup (cooked) of forbidden rice, one grated zucchini, and an eighth of a head of cabbage thinly sliced. because of the amount of veg, we needed more broth to keep it soupy.
-salt.  pepper.  red pepper flakes.

Conjure up some nice chilliness and get cozy.


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it only takes 60 pounds to level the playing field

So, the david is planning for this big trip in February.  He’s going to climb Aconcagua, which is in Argentina and is the tallest mountain in the Americas, with a friend from uni*.

Wikipedia tells me that it is technically an easy mountain, since you don’t absolutely have to have ropes and picks and stuff.  But it is over 22,000 feet high and just about anyone is effected by altitude sickness to some extent.

photo by Margareth Gluger

It will be a big endeavor, so the david’s been ramping up his workout routine specifically for the trip and a part of that routine has been a lot of hiking.  Since getting to know the Bay Area parks and wilderness better is on my wish list, I said that I would go on the weekend hikes with him.
Obviously, he won’t be going on this two week expedition with just a Sigg bottle of water and some jerky.  And the altitude will make everything seem harder.  So the david has been hiking with 50 or 60 pounds loaded up in his backpack.  And you know what?  There’s something awesome about weighing down your Mr. Fitty McFitterson boyfriend with an extra 60 pounds.


I am not huffing and puffing alone.  We huff and puff together.

I am not struggling to make it up the ascent by myself while he offers words of encouragement down to me.  We struggle together.  Sometimes I encourage him.
We’ve been doing something hard together, and it’s been great.

And then.

He got these walking stick things and somehow, instead of having a pack of 60 pounds dragging him down, it’s like he’s wearing a fucking jet pack.

*I would call this a friend from college.  But if it’s David’s friend and David’s college, isn’t it kind of a lie if I don’t say a “friend from uni?”  It’s important to maintain a cultural distinction, otherwise I’ll start talking about aubergines and the M5 and it will mean something entirely different when I say I’m from Jersey.



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weekend in pictures

pumpkin bread


a walk in the neighborhood


chilly apartment


web in the woods


a hike up the dipsea trail


little mushrooms


kale and sausage soup


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If you like holiday gifts that make people cry…

I work at Blurb, a software and web company that provides the tools and platform for anyone to be able to make and design a beautiful coffee table style photo book.  Or text book, if you’re novel inclined (I’m looking at you NaNoWriMo people!)

This is not a sponsored post.  I mean, Blurb does pay me and all.  Cause I work here.  But they’re not sponsoring a blog post.


I’m not a Blurb pusher, but I do really like what we do and I would definitely recommend trying it out if you are photographically inclined.  I love the idea that you can get your photos off of your computer and into a book, without all of the hassle of putting together a traditional photo album.

We’re offering a friends and family discount through November 30, so I just wanted to post that for anyone to use if you’d like.  It’s good for 20% off 2 or more books if you enter FORFRIENDS during checkout.

Here’s an example of a book I made with the first year of photos of nephew #1.

And another that’s more of a portfolio style collection of photos.

And since there are so many people more clever and creative than me, there’s a bounty of inspiring books on the Blurb website.



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little facts


I’m still ruminating over my recent visit with the fam on the other side of the country, so am purging some ruminating here.

1.  My mother is a fraternal twin.  My brothers are fraternal twins.  Since having fraternal twins is genetic and is passed down through daughters (boys always, um, eject multiple chances for babies.  girls *usually* just release one egg at a time.) I have a high probability of having twins if I ever have kids.

2.  I hate the theme song to NPR’s morning addition.  When we were kids, the radio was always on in the kitchen while we were eating breakfast.  For whatever reason, this was a high anxiety time in our household and I associate that annoying little trumpet tune with Angry-Dad yelling about Bus-Time!

3.  Speaking of breakfast, we were only ever allowed to have Cheerios or Rice Krispies and I’m pretty certain that both are just gross on purpose.  This is probably why breakfast time was so angsty; eating this flavorless cardboard cereal was like medieval torture.  One time, my mother bought us Nerds cereal.  Who knows why.  It was a miracle.  There was much fanfare and heathen dancing to thank our cereal gods.  When the existing box of evil boring Cheerios was finally finished, we knew it was Nerds cereal time the next day.  Except it turns out that one of the brothers had fallen ill.  Pukey little kid ill.  But he could not be deterred and partook in the sweet sugar and red dye with us.  5 minutes later, he went running to the bathroom to have some pukey little kid time, but didn’t make it and ralphed on our hideous, 70’s, gold shag carpet.  There was a big pink stain on that carpet evermore.

Rebecca from Rebecca with an R is the grand master pooba of little facts.  Check out her site to learn more and link in!


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