bedrock clogs
for LA transplants adapting to Bay Area athleticore. make me feel hot while also being able to climb a craggly scraggly trail at a moment’s notice.
the still life room in the museum
this corner of the museum is always empty, and always leaves me dreaming of time when objects were valued instead of tossed around. SOMEONE WORSHIPED AT THE ALTAR OF THESE OBJECTS. my baby loves them, too, so we just stare at the glint of a butter knife next to a plump, sun-streaked apricot.
restaurant supply stores
decadence and utility! the word EMPORIUM comes to mind. i'm thinking of LAX-C in LA and Kamei Housewares in SF. these stores are treasure chests of discovery, of learning, of encountering the edges of my domestic imagination. i leave with things i didn't know i needed but actually did? like hot pink wax candles, a flat of coconut milk, and a giant bamboo bowl to take to the beach and fill with chips.
watching Vera like it's a day job
British murder mysteries are junk food for people who read. Vera knows that there are no heroes, there are no villains, and yet still leaves you with one ounce of resolution on this aching, chaotic planet we're spinning on.
