Tuesday, August 02, 2011

24/7 - Blog and Soak

So my newest hang-out is Lucy's LaundryMart - open 24-hours a day and 7 days a week. Inside are massive front-laoding washers and dryers of all sizes and capacities, a Starbuck's, and ACE Check cashing service, a Wells fargo ATM AND a Subway which is also 24/7.  Right now they are blasting Soundgarten on the overhead speakers but the constant hum of machines and epic -sized fans is barely allowing the music to come through. Yes, folks - all this and the topper? It's is wifi - allowing me to blog and launder clothes simultaneously. Who'd-a-thought?

I was going to a typical laundry mat, but my friend DW turned me on to Lucy's 24, mainly cuz' of the wi-fi - but it's also an eclectic crowd here. We're on the boarder of Silver Lake and Echo Park (a mix of coolie-ville and lower income families) - so in the midst of  peeps found here (like the general population of this area) are young Mexican families with lots of teeny kids running around and girls with dyed black hair w/ straight bangs and horn-rimmed glasses, dudes with beards and funky bermuda shorts, young couples with artistic integrity (whatever that means - I just could not think of a better description) and yours truly.

However I am finding the biggest flaw is that while Subway is open 24-7, at 9:00pm Starbucks has rolled away its table and chairs and dropped the cage over the counter = epic fail. How couldn't use a double shot cappuccino during a midnight laundry run?

Monday, July 18, 2011


Time heals all wounds, they say. And for the most part they (that anonymous Greek Chorus we refer to all the time) are right. But there are still scars left from those wounds... scars on your heart.

I have not been posting in, like, forever.  And it's not because I have become a recluse and sit weeping in quiet desperation. I'm just... processing.  Lots of extreme change takes time to adjust to.  Clearly, the universe felt my coping skills needed a brush up - so I have been in an accelerated course ore' this last 12 months. And now, I am just tired. Good thing I am going on my first REAL vacation in years this September - Tuscany! Woot!

I don't have really anything to say - but I felt like checking into the blog-o-sphere where I've been lurking more than posting as of late. But, that's all part of the process. Ha!

Monday, May 02, 2011


So.. it's been quite a while since I wrote on my blog. Haven't been really motivated to write much and I didn't want to make this all about feeling the loss... which I of course have been feeling since losing both my parents last year. Not that it isn't good to express it, I guess some things take care of themselves on a verbal level for me.

But in accordance with all this and because this has been a prevailing topic in my family lately... when you are alive and living your life, you surround yourself with all your things. Your trinkets. Your bobbles. Your stuff.  Not sure if anyone else saw this recent article in the Real Estate section of the New York Times online about Norman Mailer's apartment. Long story short, his children have put it up for sale - the apartment and all its contents - in one lump sum. The home has been left just like it was before he died:

I was fascinated, but found it odd. Would you really want to live amongst someone else's stuff in a permanent kind of way? Not that Norman would mind - he's gone, his wife is gone... but this is his stuff, placed the way he liked it in a way that was not only aesthetically pleasing to him, but in an order that he liked living in, in an order that was the essence of Norman himself. I look around my own apartment at my own stuff and see the things that are strewn about it a way that sort of defines me and creates an environment and order that I am comfortable living in. But it's just for me and I suppose those with whom I chose to share my life. I cannot imagine anyone just moving in my place as is with all my stuff in it... how weird is that?

When my mom passed away - we took on the task almost immediately of cleaning out her house. Going through all the drawers and all the closets and dressers and parceling it all out amongst the siblings and relatives and then donating the rest. It was emotional for all the reasons that need no explanation  - but it still felt weird to disrupt the order that my parents lived in - whether I thought it was a little cluttered in spots or that some things were not worth saving - nonetheless, it was their stuff and their space and it was the environment they created for themselves to live in. And it's not even a hoarders issue (man, that TLC show is like a train wreck that I could watch 100 hours of in a row it's so fascinating to me) - it's just about a person's stuff which become a part of that person.

And how about the people in the south whose stuff - all their stuff - was lost to devastating tornadoes or the folks in Japan earthquake/tsunami? In those circumstances you take stock of everything and the importance of your stuff vs your life, and your life will win every time.  But when the storm has passed and you begin again in a new space, inevitably you will collect new things and it's only a matter of time that you are again surrounded by... your stuff.

Stuff is inanimate. Stuff is not as important as life. But I am coming to realize that somehow stuff is essential for most people to live among for as long as they can.