Did you hear about the mysterious grand piano that has appeared on a sandbar in Biscayne Bay? No one knows how it got there. (Editorial note: this is not a photo of the piano in question, but it's what I was imagining.) See the full story on CNN.
Being sickedy sick sick for the last few days I keep turning to the healing powers of pho. The delicious Vietnamese noodle soup that I get to customize with lots of lime, basil, jalapenos, and enough sriracha to make your eyes water. I swear it can heal all the ails you. (Well, not quite as much as Carnegie Deli matzo ball soup, but a very close second.) A round-up:
Pho Cafe-My all time favorite and worth the pilgrimage to Silver Lake
I have that cold that everyone has so I'm not feeling so great. But I do kind of love what it's doing to my voice. There a nice grit to it, kind of like Phoebe had on "Friends" when she was singing her gravelly voiced version of Smelly Cat.
On KCRW this morning they told the story of one of the victims of the terrible tragedy in Arizona, Dorwin Stoddard, and it moved me to tears. Mr. Stoddard was 76 years old and had married his wife when they were in their 60s after a lifetime of friendship. He died shielding her from the gunfire. My thoughts and heart go out to all the victims of this senseless act and their grieving families.
I just finished reading Patti Smith's memoir, "Just Kids", about her time living in Manhattan with Robert Mapplethorpe. Its a lyrical tale of their love and friendship, bohemian life at the Hotel Chelsea and the steps that led to their emergence as artists. Tender and honest, I tore through the book in a weekend and finished it with tears streaming down my face.
We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures. We contained opposing principles, light and dark.
Thanks to a lovely Christmas gift from my parents, I am the proud owner of a new record player. I went out yesterday to scour for albums at Amoeba and picked out some basics to get me started: Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, Patsy Cline, The Beach Boys, Belle and Sebastian and Willie Nelson. There is something so comforting about putting a record on and just letting it play, not frantically shuffling through songs to get to what you are looking for. My ipod is going to take a break for awhile.
hi i’m erin, a marketer by day harboring a not so secret identity as a singer songwriter. this work in progress is a compilation of my muses, musings and things i find amusing on the road to my greatest hits and misses. shuffle. play. repeat.