moving...

Dear Friends,

I'm moving...

...to WordPress. I hope you'll stop by my new home: Art of Guesture.

I've been working on creating a new space for myself. In honor of my word for 2013... CREATE, I have decided to make the move to WordPress. Art of Guesture has grown from the need to create a place for a new beginning. I have been so happy with what has come from mother/father's daughter, and what I have tracked over the past two years. From Grad School to San Francisco - through new jobs, bad relationships, supreme highs, embarrassing lows and a heavy learning curve, I'm so pleased that it is documented.

As I was saying goodbye to my old home, I giggled a little at the first sentence of my last post:

i've got a stagnant itch and it's telling me that it's time to go somewhere.

Ta da.

I hope you'll enjoy what grows here. A bit of daily life, commentary on what I hear-read-see, photos, music and (as always) whatever I feel like throwing out to the universe.

If you follow me on Blogger, Google Reader or other fancy tool, I hope you'll take a moment to update this URL. It's pretty easy - www.artofguesture.com

Welcome to my new home. I'd love to hear from you.

space...

i've got a stagnant itch and it's telling me that it's time to go somewhere.

anxiety has come up quite often in conversation recently. i have a sneaking suspicion that more of us feel moments of anxiety than we care to admit. for some it's severe and even debilitating, for some it's a passing thought.

SHE TAPPED HER CHEST WITH HER FINGERTIPS. "WE ARE BORN WITH EVERYTHING IN HERE: EVERYTHING WE NEED TO BE HAPPY AND COMPLETE. BUT AS SOON AS THINGS START FRIGHTENING US, WE GIVE AWAY PIECES OF OURSELVES TO MAKE THE FEAR GO AWAY. THAT'S THE DEAL: YOU WANT IT TO STOP SCARING YOU, SO YOU GIVE IT A PART OF YOURSELF. YOU GIVE AWAY YOUR PRIDE,YOUR DIGNITY, YOUR COURAGE." -JONATHAN CARROLL 

i get it. i feel it first in my belly. like my organs are shifting and then it travels into my ribcage. i don't panic... anymore. for me, it's a sign that i'm not in balance. that i'm over-complicating. over-worrying. over-doing. it's also a sign that i'm moving too fast and skipping over the details to achieve something rather than savor (or suffer) the process.

today i've got that feeling. today it feels like a push to get moving. to honor my word for 2013. create. i'm creating some new projects - creating a new financial plan - creating the space to have choices. and more than that, i'm declaring it here. putting it into history to hold myself accountable. i am creating space for a trip to india, a move to be with the one i love, savings in order to have more than $6.13 in the bank the night before the bills are due and for more dancing. there's space for it all. as long as i create it.

are you honoring your 2013 word still/yet? 

weekend inspiration...

 some images inspiring me to study this rainy evening...

weekend video...

trust me. you need to watch this before you start your weekend. it's been a while since i've shared it, and it feels like the best way to start the first weekend of 2013.

THE Kelly Clarkson Driving Dance from the dance/theater piece, 'genesis, no!' by Adrienne Truscott performed by Carmine Covelli and Neal Medlyn at PS122, NYC, 2007.

2013

i have to say, i'm pretty pleased that the world didn't end in december. I know that's a completely ridiculous statement and i never actually believed the world would end. so, in a non-related sort of way, i sure am glad we're all still here and that we've opened the door and made ourselves comfortable in 2013.

last year, every time i said the year out loud, 2012, i followed up by saying the future, even though it was obviously the present. because, doesn't 2012 (and now 2013) sound like the future? for someone who grew up in the 80's and remembers bad technology, 2012 (and now 2013) really is some far off, distant future. 

well, here we are. living in the future.

i rang in 2013 by sleeping through it. on purpose. jordan and i couldn't spend the evening in the same city, so i decided to treat myself to a great night's sleep and enter the new year without feeling hungover, over-indulged or with any oops/regretful feelings. i went to yoga on new year's day where we did 12 sun salutations, one for each month of 2012 and then i got a massage. a brilliant start to 2013.

as far as resolutions go, i'm with tolly... i usually break them. i started reading her blog a few years ago and really love her idea of setting a word for the new year. instead of making a list of rules to follow for the year (which never works for me, because as soon as i make the list i devise plans to break all the rules), she sets a word. a word to make decisions by and with. an intention of sorts.

a few weeks ago, i began thinking about what my word might be and what i'd like to accomplish.

create.

i'd like to create opportunities for myself professionally, personally, in my relationship, in my artistic and writing life and my spirituality.

maybe it's the season, or the common age... or just a need for new... because tolly's word is also create - with a twist, of course.

so, here's to a year of creation and creative energy, in the many forms in which they come!

what's your word?

2012

so much good in 2012. nestled right in with the pain and the loss. clean sheets tonight for the first sleep of 2013. a refrigerator full of groceries. a quiet night all to myself.

happy last day of 2012. maybe two yoga classes today.

not about... [part one]

this is part one of a two (maybe three) part post.

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i've written and deleted this post on a daily basis since december 14. that was the day of the sandy hook elementary school shooting in newtown, connecticut.

i've been a whole mixed bag of thoughts and feelings and shit since this happened and am filled with questions about our world.

why?

i grew up in long beach, california in a lovely neighborhood by the beach. long beach has a long-standing reputation of being a rough community filled with gang violence and boasts to be the home of more than one nationally-known gang. at times, this reputation is true. though, it does not rule our community.

growing up, i knew of shootings, drive-bys, gang initiations and city-wide riots. i went to high school with a young man who was killed by gun violence. i also went to school with a young man who was convicted of murder.

i have never lived in fear. never thought i could be next.

when i hear the dialogue about the state of our nation's politics as it relates to gun control and protection after an even like sandy hook, i can only express concern and confusion. when i hear that a common response is to put armed police officers in every school in our country - or to encourage educators to carry weapons in the classroom - this is when i begin to consider fear. fear that this is what it's come to.

we are a country living in fear.

this evening i read this post by one of my absolute favorite bloggers, hila at le projet d'amour. the post is incredibly brilliant and highly charged, which i love, and is as it should be. hila touches on some exceptional issues surrounding victim-blaming in cases of rape and sexual assault. as you may have already guessed, i've got whole pile of opinions on this... tonight, my take-away thought that provoked this post, is the idea that telling a woman to dress more conservatively, to wear flats instead of heels, to be sober 100% of the time or to never be alone, ever, promotes fear. fear that we are not safe. we are educating and encouraging women to not get raped, instead of telling rapists not to rape.

Change is not going to magically happen if we keep regurgitating this crap over and over again – if we keep telling women that it’s their responsibility to make sure they don’t get raped, rather than telling rapists not to rape. 

ok. so i'm having a couple of conversations at the same time here... but i'm hoping you get where i'm going with this. 

how on earth can we ask ourselves to carry more weapons and expect to avoid weapon-driven violence? i took hours upon hours of gang-related, anti-violence, d.a.r.e-type classroom modules throughout elementary school. it worked for me, personally, though i know it didn't resonate with everyone.

what is missing? how do we regain control and live proactively? 

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check back in the next few days as i continue to delve into the ideas of education, communication, dialogue and mental wellness as a response to living in fear in part two.

image found here.

weekend playlist...

i think i've always known that we're a pretty unconventional family. this year's holiday plan is no exception.

i'm en route to the adirondacks to hang with jordan and his clan whilst my folks are spend the next few days in my apartment in san francisco. i left them some guest family staples as gifts... a couple packets of post-it notes, a handful of pencils and a box of california clementines. i also threw in a heavy duty lint roller and a jar of ear-plugs... in case that darling cat sends my dad into orbit.

tonyguest asked for a mix-tape for christmas. he said, doodle, i want some good rock and roll. you know what i like right? maybe a couple versions of baba o'riley and the rest of the stuff i like. you know what i like.

here it is...



i got to see them both for 15 minutes. they flew in from long beach on the aircraft that took me straight back to long beach to meet up with jordan... same flight crew and all! we had a pretty good giggle about our incredible luck.

happy and merry.

if that's your style...

i don't generally like being told what to do.

i saw a blog post recently that had a title something like this: trends to leave behind in 2012. it was a complete guide on what should absolutely be left behind, under-no-circumstance-should-you-ever-wear-navajo-print-ever-again, especially in 2013 kind of post.

it was endless. and i found myself thinking, shit. i love navajo print. wait.

what?

navajo print?

are you kidding me?

not native american print. not southwestern print. navajo. only one of the 550-ish federally recognized tribes in the united states alone. it is their print? they lay claim to that style of textile? and you did the research to back that up? (my assumption is no. and it is an assumption - something i'm working at not doing anymore - so if you did do the research. i apologize. i think my thoughts are still relevant, though.)

for the record, the navajo nation website does not include a section on its peoples' prints as a staple of culture.

i know, it's not that big of a deal... only it is. in tiny corners of the blog world, bits and pieces of gross generalization are becoming the norm - mainstream. and we tend to make excuses for people all too much. excusing bloggers, writers and reporters who had "good intentions" or "didn't mean it that way."

so. check it. mean it. say what you mean. mean what you say. and think before you hit publish or send.

this blog that i'm referring to, i can't even find it again. i google searched trends to leave behind in 2012, and i got thousands of posts. not the specific one i was looking for, though. so whoever the author of that post is... is probably not making a huge dent in the grande lexicon of it all. hell, neither am i. however, i am thinking. listening. counting on you and me to hold me and this blog accountable. to let me know, respectfully, when i say something asinine or disrespectful.

because really, it's what creates dialogue. it's what we thrive on to continue to learn and to create change and awareness in our techno-centric world in 2013. the human component.

oy. this was supposed to be a post about how i've always loved southwestern print, high-ponytail buns (currently known as the top-knot), bold colors and feather prints/accessories. (all of which i am to leave behind in 2012 to avoid social ridicule and embarrassment. eff that.)

so. hey, fashion blogger i can't find - i'm gonna keep wearing all these faux pas things, as i've always done. i'll just wait until they come back around in another twenty to fifty years - i'll be trendy again then!

please don't tell me what to do, how to think or what to wear. as nene leakes of the real housewives of atlanta once brilliantly and so eloquently said, if that's your style, that's your style.

thanks ne!

what kind of bird are you...

a few weeks ago i began reading this blog. i read the whole thing. ya, even the archives clear back to the days of live journal. oy. i realize in today's savvy world, this makes me sound a bit like a blog-stalker. i can assure you, i just like control. i need all the info... so i went and got it. and seriously, katie's blog is loads of unpredictable fun.

anywho, when i was perusing her past posts, i saw the most amazing poster... a roman holiday movie poster, in italian! so lovely. so i hightailed to the google page and searched for roman holiday posters, because, hello?! it's on my top-five-of-all-time list. i didn't find the poster that i was looking for, per se...

i found better! team, please click the following link for claudia varosio's etsy shop. she illustrates unofficial movie posters, paper dolls and pop culture prints. you're welcome. here's what i bought...!!!!!!!!

roman holiday (duh)

before sunrise (also on my top-5 list - because, ps... claudia has all but one on my top-5 (some like it hot is not a movie poster in her shop, though she does have other marilyn monroe film posters) we're soul sisters for sure).

moonrise kingdom (i know, a bold choice for top-5... but wes anderson is an undisputed genius and moonrise kingdom spoke to me in a way that all his other films have... this one just made it clear... this runs deep for him. he's making brilliant films on purpose, it's in his very make-up).

(in case you're wondering, the last film on my top-5 is casablanca. and she has a poster for it... honestly, i was in a swirly state of euphoria when i was looking through all the prints, i didn't even see it... it'll be in my next order though!).

how about this awesome print for the smiths' song there's a light that never goes out... 

look at this clementine kruczynski paper doll from eternal sunshine of the spotles mind... i bought it as a gift for my dear pal over at the daily bun.

and for the record, i totes made my top-5 list pre-etsy purchase. it's in print because it was one of the first email conversations jordan and i had after we met that day in the park.

the point is, go over to etsy and buy yourself some pretty things.

fyi, it's 36 degrees this morning. ouf. it's meant to be 14 degrees on monday in lowville, ny... where i will be for christmas. seriously? wish me luck!

weekend playlist...

this weekend's playlist isn't.

it's been a doozy of a weekend... remembering hana in a way that honors her spirit, while also attending a completely confusing memorial service.

at any rate. i discovered this music this weekend while perusing the kinfolk magazine videos. i think hana would have been a pretty remarkable inspiration for these folks. so, here's my new favorite tune...




i love you.

all's quiet on the leftern front...

i drove to work in the dark yesterday. driving south on 101 at 5:07am is dark and calm. and just over the san francisco airport was a waxing crescent moon. riding low and saying good morning with that wide smile of hers.

the rest of the day felt still. still and quiet.

a welcomed change.

even as i came home in the city's bustling 8 o'cock hour, my little corner of the castro felt eerily quiet. no book club to peek in on at books inc. no line of cars waiting for the light at 16th and market. plenty of open parking. and a crispy breeze through empty streets reminds me how much space there can actually be in my dense little city.

i think the universe knew exactly what i needed.

i lost one of the dearest women in my life this weekend. it's fair to say that i have loved four people equally in my lifetime... with an equal sense of familial love. my mom and dad. hana and john kapu. john left many years ago. hana left late last week. oh it hurts.

though i'm working to celebrate and honor her life rather than ache uncontrollably in her death.

an extra hug today to everyone.

weekend playlist..

jordan's here! and oh, i'm soaking up every once of my bearded-spectacled man...

this weekend's playlist is a bit of a cheat, but come on... i've got other things goin' on round these parts, knowwhatimsayin'...

the first weekend that jordan and i ever spent together, he flew up to san francisco and wanted to bring me a gift. flowers? no. sweets? no sir. he made me a mix tape.

we'd known each other for exactly 20 days. so give you, the 20 days and counting mix tape...




pretty swoony, huh?

the good work...

i haven't seen jordan in a while. since thanksgiving, i think. we had a few on again-off again weekends before that. and before that - a month apart. it's getting regular. one week on, one week off. it's like being the kid in a divorce, which neither of us know anything about - only we're not. we're just apart.

when i look back into my relationship past, which i've been doing a lot lately thanks to some really whacky dreams, i don't know that i could have ever imagined or predicted or acknowledged the likelihood of my current situation. i've been a now - right now - i want what i want when i say that i want it - kind of gal for almost always. so, to be here, in the kind of relationship that is so good in the now, even though our physical now is always in counting the days till our next weekend, i'm surprising myself.

i told jordan last night that i thought we had gotten to the point in our time together when we get to do the work. you know, the good stuff. the details. the nitty gritty. the real work. am i crazy? (duh) because i meant it in the greatest way. like, look! we've not fucked it up. and we still like each other. 

after some confusion, we got there. probably because i didn't have a big old emotional meltdown and because we both used our adult words and let each other take turns talking. and that was exactly it - doing the solid talk-work stuff to understand each other, instead of avoiding each other or hurting each other's feelings.

he's my favorite jordan-boyfriend-partner-man. ever.

high-five lover!

pinterest for the photos.

with love & gratitude...

it was last year at this time, when things were sour... when i was desperately searching for some semblance of control, peace, understanding and grasping for the seedlings of forgiveness.

it's been quite a year. taking ownership and responsibility for all the things that happen in my life. acknowledging the pieces of the puzzle that i have control over and meditating on the pieces that i don't... in order to choose my responses and reactions.

a new job. some dumb ass human interactions. the loss of my dearest grandpa jim. a hawaiian and a mexican vacation. countless conversations with big red, tonyguest and my favorite pals. anger. frustration. gratitude. jordan.

there have been some relapses, some triumphs and a shit-ton of growth. everyday.

full.

at this time last year, my neighbors put up a community wish list to santa. they covered their garage door with paper, set out sharpies and let the community have at it. it's up again.

it's pretty remarkable, don't you think? this is what i asked for last year...

and here's what's up this year...

if you can't read my scrawly handwriting...

dear santa,

thanks for bringing me exactly what i asked for last year... take this year off! you deserve a break!

with love & gratitude,

lg

here's to another year of growth, faith and hope!

weekend playlist...

the sky is falling here in san francisco. i spent the night waking up periodically to deafening rain and wind. my south-facing bay window takes quite a beating in a storm.

it's day two of my weekend-long sit-fest. i stayed in all day yesterday and plan on doing the same today. i feel quite proud though, that i managed to get up for two, very mellow, social outings. pho with jake on friday and sushi/game of thrones with nichole last night. all good things.

i've got jack white, ben howard, ryan adams and the wailin' jennys on a pretty equal rotation this weekend. if you haven't yet purchased jack white's blunderbuss - make it a priority, please. ben howard is a new find for me (sometimes i get on the wagon a few stops later than everyone else), though ryan adams is locked securely away in my heart for all time. check out howard's every kingdom and this weekend's adams spotlight, heartbreaker. i heard the wailin' jennys for the first time last night while i was driving in the rain to the richmond - via patchwork quilt, kevin vance's folk-centered radio program on kalw, 91.7fm, san francisco. the canadian trio is hauntingly beautiful.

so, with all this in mind and some great help from spotify's artist-radio feature... i made you this playlist.

you're welcome.

think-move art...

i'm writing in another place... i'll still be here, but i can also be found at thinkmoveart.com, my new space for movement/thought exploration. think-move art is a space for conversation about the moving body; its complexities, its function, its ability to create art.

thanks for stopping by. and please, share your thoughts...

Behavior is rarely rational; it is habitually emotional. We may speak wise words as the result of reasoning, but the entire being reacts to feeling. For every thought supported by feeling, there is a muscle change.

-Mabel Ellsworth Todd, The Thinking Body

Pina Bausch - Tanzteater Wuppertal - Rite of Spring

... an almost death.

"Oh honey, it was just a spell."

But the goose egg on your forehead; purple-yellow cheeks tell it as a different story. 

It smelled of gun powder and pipe tobacco. My fingers, black and fluorescent from scraping my nails against clay targets.

PULL - BANG - BREAK

I wiped my eyes. Tears, mascara and dirty fingers left stripes of war paint across my forehead and cheeks; solidarity for your marks.

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The day after my mom called to tell me about her "spell," was the sorest day I can recall. My gut and visceral reactions made every muscle in my body tense. I slept poorly. My jaw locked. I could hardly move the next day. The fear reflex, the primal reaction to protect - changed my body.

a manifesto (v 3.0)...

you = i, me, mine. what is mine is mine.

what is yours is ours.

mine is yours.

be honest.

contradict.

provoke thought and action.

be provocative in thought and in action.

give cliché a try.

never use just as an adverb.

make mistakes.

make the un-right choice.

do what you know is bad for you.

try every idea that exists in your head.

change your mind.

go for some emotional reality.

be true.

be true to self.

let the gut make some decisions.

you can do whatever you want to do.

start.

stop.

rainy day behavior...

when i was a little girl, i cried every time i saw a homeless person. it gutted me to my core and i could never understand how that homeless person got to where he/she was. in the third grade i got in trouble at school for "forgetting" my lunch money every day, even though big red never once forgot to pack me a lunch... there was a homeless man living in front of the donut shop on 2nd st and i frequently gave him my lunch. i mean, as far as i could see, he didn't have a mom or dad taking care of him. and at 8 years old, it turned my heart inside out.

the sort of legendary tale from childhood was the day we saw a homeless family standing in the rain on the corner of pacific coast highway and 2nd street. we had just come from seeing a movie, all three of us, so it makes me think it must have been a big holiday, otherwise tonyguest would not be at the movies with us.

i saw the family and burst into tears. here was a family... with a mom and a dad... and a little girl. a little girl like me. with no umbrella. the sky was pouring rain on them with no umbrella. i have some quasi-memories of my mom talking to me about the nature of homelessness. the details seem fuzzy, but i guess i understood that helping could be sporadic, that i didn't have to give my lunch to everyone, or even a dollar to everyone. you sort of have to come to that kind of understanding when you grow up in long beach. oh, but this family. a family! we pulled over and i gave them my umbrella. from behind sun-chapped lips, the mother mouthed the word thank you. and the little girl looked so relieved. the father just closed his eyes.

last night i was talking to big red on the phone and she told me that when she left the market earlier in the evening a man ringing a bell outside the market was standing all alone in the rain, just ringing his bell. when she got to the car, she turned around and went back to give him her umbrella. with wide eyes he asked, really?! my mom just nodded.

then, this is what she said to me:

the world is so full of people, doing what they do. it makes me stop and take a deep breath. we are doing what we think we need to do, what we have to do to make it through the days. no wonder we bump into each other. it's so emotional.

the point? well, reciprocity has always been a personal theme for me... so i'm reinvigorating my intentions. give some and take some. give in order to take and take in order to give. mostly though, give generously.

instagram photos from users: dejiosinulu, mahessu and karyzmahh

the day after monday is...

tomorrow is tuesday. and tuesdays are very long days for me. 4:30am wake up to teach at 6am. then i teach my last class at 6:30pm. long long long. sometimes the world works in this way.

so tonight, when i got home from work, i decided to set myself up for success, as big red would say. i cooked. many many dishes. i cooked variations on quinoa, cous cous, gold/red/purple potatoes, asparagus, chicken sausage and drank lots of wine whilst doing it. perfect.

each bit of cooked goodness went into a tupperware to take to work tomorrow for breakfast, lunch and dinner... the rest will be available for a mini-wednesday and mini thursday. hooray. at any rate, this idea of making and packing meals has always been one big red's ways of guaranteeing a great day. (my favorite is waking up and saying out loud today is going to be a great day, of course.)

recently, i rediscovered my copy of the worst-case scenario survival handbook. it's really brilliant. kelly gave it to me for christmas a million years ago. i love it for its novelty. for its james bond-esque ability to make an emergency situation feel calculated and reasonable.

however, there's no chapter for what to do if you're having a no good terrible very bad because you forgot your lunch, or if you are feeling half-way lousy because your boyfriend is across the world for two weeks and the time change is killing your ability to communicate and your big red and tony don't answer their phones at first ring or you feel like you listen to so much crazy during the day that your own creations of crazy begin to seem calculated and reasonable.... hmmmm. i clearly needed to say a few things. thanks for listening.

well. regardless of having a lack of concrete guidance regarding today's real life worst-case scenarios, big red's advice stands true. today was a good day... i told myself it would be at the get go... tomorrow will be too. ( i just have to remember to pull my lunch out of the fridge. oy. call me around 5:13am to remind me, would you? thanks.)

also, having your favorite color nail polish on your fingernails can also be a factor in having a good day. try black cherry berry. you won't regret it.