tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106946162012-04-15T20:14:41.169-07:00I came to explore the wreck.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-29253489482231505622011-11-29T10:40:00.001-08:002011-11-29T10:40:41.692-08:00

Hello, doll-face. I am not really blogging over here any more; when I blog, it's at http://dailyskirt.blogspot.com/. Come on by. That's where I discuss my boobs, and who doesn't love that?

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Welcome to National Blog Posting Month, or as originator Eden calls it, NaBloMe. Since posting's been so erratic here these days, I thought I would use NaBloMe to update you on the things I've made over the last 3months. (There are 2 exceptions - a print shirt and a rain jacket, neither of which have been shown here before). First up, an aubergine wool jacket (M5145) that I made a few weeks back

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-6888801307670476822009-01-01T16:12:00.000-08:002009-01-01T16:28:02.859-08:00

Really wrong, like hurting a friend? How do you climb back up out of it? Especially when you're in high school? That's something I've been wrangling with lately because I am writing a story about it.I am also reading a story about it. And that story is putting my own story to shame. Eileen Cook has written the book What Would Emma Do and I started reading it last night and have barely stopped

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http://rpattzadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/twenty-three.htmlI'm dying. This is awesome.

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This one took a lot out of me. And I wish I could say I love the book; I don't. But at least I finished.

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So I'm a day or so behind with my NaNo'ing, and after writing about 2500 words this morning - in a huge funk because in the 12,000 words I have written thus far, no one has left the cafe, all they're doing is sitting around talking and flirting and fighting and discovering that one of their number actually speaks in code, and another of their number is an asshole and Needs To Go --- but no one

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The Bund in Shanghai (above) Shanghai street scene Shanghai market The Huangpu River in Shanghai The Huangpu again, shot from my hotel room, which was awesome Above is my favorite shot from Shanghai - I love the contrast between sharp and blurred.Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong The view from the peak tram in Hong Kong - it's a long way down, and that's just the first level. The view from the cab

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-20707857531710431892008-10-20T09:50:00.001-07:002008-10-20T09:52:11.713-07:00

and all I brought back was this lousy case of SARS.Just kidding. (Although no one laughs. What, SARS jokes aren't funny any more?) Have spent the last week coughing and moaning and clutching my sad sore throat, in between thrashing about fitfully while "asleep," mainly because each night I dream that I am still on the plane home from China.Of course, I'm awake enough to realize that I'm naked,

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-45935394538403997592008-10-09T15:38:00.001-07:002008-10-09T15:40:42.033-07:00

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The view from the breakfast room at my hotel: I ordered pancakes. I thought they would be larger than silver dollars. Morning commute in Hong Kong: Every bit as bad as 520 across Lake Washington, although with more bamboo and less BMWs. To get to Hong Kong from Kowloon, you travel under the water. UNDER. THE. WATER. These are things that make one consider the differences between U.S. standards of

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-17778269702225441702008-10-05T11:53:00.001-07:002008-10-05T11:57:35.584-07:00

I've been running around like crazy, getting ready for a spur-of-the-moment business trip to Parts Afar. This entailed flying my ass down to San Francisco late Monday to get a visa to Foreign Parts, and then dashing around having things translated and printed and packed. At times my head felt full of cotton.But now I am ensconed in the comfort of the Northwest Airlines lounge in, of all places,

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-77664123300861073342008-09-26T13:50:00.000-07:002008-09-26T13:53:20.833-07:00

http://www.nanowrimo.org

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For 5 days, that insanely peppy Jason Mraz song was stuck in my head. It was like my brain just kept hitting Replay, no matter what I did. I listened to the song on iTunes to show my brain that the song stops. I told my husband about it, hoping to transfer the ear worm, but he's never heard the song. (Which I would link to, but I'm too afraid it'll come back.)I visualized. I listened to other

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-12887106929018761262008-09-11T10:21:00.000-07:002008-09-11T10:42:46.680-07:00

12 weeks ago I started that damn program. I've lost close to 20 pounds and found that I have a real intolerance for chatting with personal trainers at 7 a.m., no matter how nice the PT is, and that I also have a real stubborn streak about answering personal questions from nutrionists.I can't say I would do it again, though. Despite the program's promises (reduce your stress! be happier!), I've

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-56647423751556530582008-09-10T10:50:00.000-07:002008-09-10T10:51:21.300-07:00

Whoever we elect president, can it be someone who pronounces the name of the capital without putting an R in it?Honestly, Warshington? WTF?

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-83720283198542851552008-08-26T12:28:00.000-07:002008-08-26T12:29:50.855-07:00

So my personal trainer does this thing where, whenever he's near a mirror, he checks out his arms. Except he probably thinks of them as "guns." That's OK, I also think of them as guns, although I don't spend nearly as much time checking them out as he does.It's caused me to react the opposite: I don't look in the mirror at the gym if I can at all avoid it. Why would I look? It's me, that's me,

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-19653155237370467962008-08-25T10:09:00.001-07:002008-08-25T10:52:30.322-07:00

Riddle me this: is it self-destructive to eat a pint of chocolate Haagendaz on the hottest day of the year, approximately 10 minutes before your period starts? Because a couple weeks ago, I found myself in just that spot. When I mentioned this at the program's goofy group therapy meeting, one of my cohorts gasped and said it was. ?It's ice cream, not heroin. For God's sake, it's even got calcium

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Vodka is clear. Why the fuck does it have calories? That's wrong on so many levels.You know the thing I hate most about this program? It seems intent on stripping you of your dignity. I can handle the personal trainer and the nutrionist - that's why I signed up, to have my health in the hands of professionals. What I can't handle is the requirement that you attend a group therapy session each

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-77223104220969290422008-07-24T10:22:00.000-07:002008-07-25T11:36:15.842-07:00

This has not been a good week.Last week, the scale did not move. This week, it showed a loss of one pound. ONE. This after running 10-minute miles on the treadmill (and a full-on 45 minute run with stairs!), and following the diet pretty closely.When I stood on the scale in the nutritionist's office, I just completely lost my shit. I was crying, I was angry, I was a gale-force wind of blame and

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O pizza, o Twinkies, o barbecue sauce: you will have to wait just a little while longer (THREE MONTHS THREE GODDAMN MONTHS) until we can reconvene.I am on the program. There has not been blogging because, despite my abuse of the Caps Lock key above, the program has been fine. There has been much working out and eating of lean protein and vegetables and fruit. There was rejoicing in the land last

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-57531212428226810962008-06-12T07:55:00.000-07:002008-06-12T08:01:10.620-07:00

Where have I been? Trying not to breathe on the bus home from work while a foul-smelling 25-year-old plugs himself into his iPod next to me, that's where. Feverishly sewing pareos, none of which made it onto DailySkirt. And paying strangers to rub me.That's right, you heard me. A land where you can drop by your gym for a massage on the spur? That land is America. Let freedom ring.Today I start an

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-82704706138278014802008-05-22T10:31:00.001-07:002008-05-22T10:34:05.777-07:00

I ordered some moisturizer from Sephora the other day, and in the box when it arrived was a sample of perfume - Kenzo Amour, some floral musky thing. I thought, "Hmm, nice," and decided to try it out. The cap on the little sample tube thing was stuck, though, so I pulled hard and ended up spraying myself in the face with Kenzo Amour. Now I smell like a professional.In other news, my friend Jen

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-71039234716129600822008-05-01T21:15:00.000-07:002008-05-01T22:13:13.742-07:00

In between working for Company A and The Mothership, I headed down south for a couple days to see Molly and meet Maggie and then cruise around the desert with my husband.My life: awesome.So I inflicted myself on Molly and Jon (Molly's the gorgeous blonde in the photos below), and we camped out at a friend's place in Big Sur. Most of the photos below were taken there.From there, we road-tripped to

Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741388465078038966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694616.post-1308932115987355862008-04-16T18:32:00.000-07:002008-04-16T18:37:00.393-07:00

Eh, blog schmog, I've been too busy getting a tan and screwing around at work. Over the last month, I went to Maui, quit my job, and laughed with evil glee as my husband quit his job. I've been lazing around with him and the dog ever since. There has been no writing. No sewing. No running. But there has been a lot of reading, goofing off, and a number of DVD and iTunes purchases. Ah, credit. In

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