Tales of Wit and Charm…

dear paris,

some things are better left alone. your “diary” being at the top of my list. stick with the porn. your book will not be found on my shopping list. however, a night in paris will!

i am rather fond of pink (ok, obsessed) so while the cover of this book appeals to me the actual contents do not. please feel free to drop ship me the couch. we will consider it payment for reading the actual book review (which i suggest doing for pure entertainment-here).

regards,

sarah

happiness is:

new pj’s
clean dishes
glass o’wine and tubby
a new book
an old book
new issues of the new yorker
pumpkin soy latte
netflix
my ibook
emails from old friends

CHICAGO (Reuters) - Fatter rear ends are causing many drug injections to miss their mark, requiring longer needles to reach buttock muscle, researchers said on Monday.

BIG news story here.

sir mix-a-lot must be in heaven! i leave you with this, may it be stuck in your head too….

“i like big butts and i can not lie you other brothers can’t deny that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung”

holiday shopping. ugg, and not the boots! ’tis the season for no parking, long lines, impatience, high heating bills, and large credit card balances.

despite all this i love the magic of christmas–the music, holiday latte flavors, gift wrapping, christmas trees, shopping (sometimes not for me), christmas cards, white lights, watching the snow, mistletoe, old movies, and snoopy christmas specials.

this week shopping. if it is too much, then forget it. online shopping for me. the shipping cost is a mere price to pay for the restoration of my (rumored) sanity.

frida. the life. the legend. the mustache.

i made my way to the museum of fine arts yesterday to see the portraits of frida kahlo taken by her lover and famed photographer nickolas muray.

i am a long time lover of frida kahlo. her work. her life. her jewelry. her love affairs. her stormy marriage to diego. seeing this exhibit was a must! it was beautiful. simply beautiful. he did it, he captured the haunting beauty she possesed. there is nothing more telling than photographs taken by a lover. a lover, they see something others don’t see. beyond the photos– on display were love letters she sent nickolas. painted on the wall next to the famed letters were these words:

Diego,Beginning

Diego, constructor

Diego, my baby

Diego, my boyfriend

Diego, painter

Diego, my lover

Diego, “my husband”

Diego, my friend

Diego, my mother

Diego, my father

Diego, my son

Diego, I

Diego, universe

Diversity in Unity

Why do I call him My Diego?

He never was and he never will be mind.

He belongs to himself.

i remember reading this before as an excerpt from a journal entry. please go see–i want to discuss!

for information on the exhibit click here.

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) — Actor Pat Morita, whose portrayal of the wise and dry-witted Mr. Miyagi in “The Karate Kid” earned him an Oscar nomination, has died. He was 73.

read here

1984. mr. miyagi. the memories. i am little sarah sitting with my brothers in the basement of my parents house watching the karate kid over and over…. dressed in our made up versions of dojo friendly clothes. i refused to believe there was not a pink belt involved in this sport. this being the obvious reason i chose not to take karate lessons when my brothers did, well that and my mothers refusal to call me sarah-san!

“forever my sensei…”