Saturday, July 20, 2013


Before I bought my current glasses (seen below) from, I had a beloved pair of Warby Parker frames.  They were Miles in Revolver Black, & they were perfect.  Except, they got old.  & for that "first pair free" deal that Coastal offers, I got these babies as a back up pair that turned into my current everyday glasses.  

But I'm hungry.  No, not for more chocolate.  I am ready for a new pair of Warby Parker frames.  The versatility in style & the elegance of the frames are enough to keep you hooked once you've tried them.  

The only thing left is to try them out/on.  I ordered a set of's  at home try on frames & I can't wait to snap some shots & get them up here for your judgement!  

Here are the frames I got:

Have any of you ordered at home try on frames before?  If so, do you have any frames you prefer from Warby Parker?  

I'll let you know what I think, tomorrow!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013


Last night I fell asleep listening to my very favorite music.  All of the memories that are entangled in each note of each song brought tears to my eyes.  But it was something more ... after so many songs I shouldn't still be shedding tears.  Even this morning my eyes feel glassy, as if at any moment I'll burst into tears & have to hide my shame.  Oh the conundrum that poses.

The question that's bothering me.  The one that's settled down deep in the pit of my stomach, the bottom of my heart.  The one that makes me unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to breathe.  This question is, what am I?

Not who.  I know who I am.  I understand all of the intricacies of my personality.  My social anxiety, my high expectations, my wanderlust.  I have an unabashed sense of self.

I am Cal.  I like beagles, so I got one.  I can't stand wearing pants, so I have a vast array of dresses, tights, & leggings.  I am a feminist.  I believe in Truth above all other things. (In the Henry David Thoreau sense of the word, it's real meaning, nothing religious going on here.)  I enjoy the complexities of space & the vastness of our universe - the possibility that ours is but one.  (There's a theory about the origin of the Big Bang being such as a popcorn popper, with universes being the popcorn.)  I enjoy riding bikes, running in my neighborhood, living in a town where I can walk anywhere.  I somewhat idolize mass transit, & romanticize over the prospect of taking a train to work.  I draw, mostly with an illustrative style similar to Kurt Halsey.  I have the potential to do great things with my version of art.  I am an environmentalist.  I am a member of the Sierra Club & I subscribe to National Geographic & FOAM magazine.  I enjoy indie music (Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, The Moldy Peaches, Elliot Smith, Au Revoir Simone), indie films (Garden State, Dedication, Take This Waltz, Safety Not Guaranteed, Lars and the Real Girl, The Future, Juno, anything Wes Anderson), indie books (No One Belongs Here More Than You, It's Kind of a Funny Story, How We Are Hungry, The Boy Who Couldn't Sleep & Never Had To, McSweeney's), & independent coffee shops (Augie's).

I enjoy words.  I love expression in many senses of the word, & I love to see it brought to live by brilliant minds.  Miranda July, Lena Dunham, Wes Anderson, Tina Fey - authors, writers, story tellers.

Even more than this, I love bringing words together to perform a great dance, a choreographed mix of thoughts that would create a shockingly awe inspiring masterpiece.  They wouldn't evoke tears, but maybe a slight sense of inclusiveness, of knowing, of finality.  Or quite possibly unknowing, questioning regard to the human condition, a sense of complete wonder.  I really enjoy telling stories, writing, reading, & writing again. Coming up with random ideas that may be a part of some larger novel, or of separate short stories, complete thoughts in themselves.

So what am I?

I suppose I could be called a "fucking hipster" based on the amount of "indie" crap I like.

There are many labels that can be applied to who I am.  But what, what am I? is the question.

I am a writer, a story teller.

Maybe one day I'll be an author.

So ... what's with the tears?  The ones I spoke of.  The ones that dried on my cheeks as I drifted into sleep.  I have a theory.

I think that naming something gives it power.  This may be due to the fact that I've read A Wrinkle In Time way too many times.  

What happened was this:  by silently naming myself as a writer, a story teller, I gave that incarnation power.  With that power gained, I took away from another label.  This label, as an environmentalist, lost some of its power.  This doesn't mean that who I am isn't still an environmentalist, among many other things.  What this means is that what I am, is a writer, & that takes precedence over every other aspect of who I am.  So despite the fact that who I am is an artist, an environmentalist, a feminist, a dog owner, a camper, whathaveyou, I am a writer.  

Just as my mom is a teacher, & my dad is an engineer.  

I am a writer.

Giving up the idea of becoming an environmentalist in career form, I think, is what caused the tears.  They were slow, & met the rhythm of the songs that were playing.  But I believe that they were a release.  Not that I was giving up, but letting go.  But also embracing the thing that I've done longer than anything else.  Based on habits, on life long tendencies, on school projects, on recreation, on rehabilitation - I am a writer.

As much as I rambled in this post, there was a complete thought.  If you got through it, I applaud you.  & I thank you.

Thursday, July 4, 2013


I want to write a short series of kids books.  I don't want to be sucked into that genre, but I'd like to begin there, anyway.  If Miranda July can create Are You the Favorite Person of Anybody & still write her collection of short stories No One Belongs Here More Than You & her movies Me and You and Everyone We Know, & The Future, then I can start with a kids book, put out my short stories, & maybe move on to movies or show or even small plays, skits, & shorts.

Fred is the first character that I've ever fully developed.  He is slightly orange, although he gets a bit more coral or salmon pink when he blushes.  His fur is lush & as soft as a rabbits.  Sometimes he uses toothpicks for walking sicks because in our world, everything is large, exaggerated, & uneven to walk on for Fred.  Fred is about two inches tall.  He smiles most of the day, a warm, welcoming smile.  & after Noah discovers Fred sleeping in his pocket, trapped under lint & about 32 cents in change, Fred helps Noah face his fears.  The first being Avery, the girl who sits in the front of his class, with her plaid coat, her blue shoes, and her unabashed love of poetry.

Anywho, I can't wait to write this first story in full, & to start doing some illustrations - at least a mock up of Fred, Noah, & Avery.

In the mean time, here's the short I mentioned earlier that Miranda July wrote.  It stars John C. Reilly, & it poses the question, "Are You the Favorite Person of Anybody?"

Have a wonderful Independence Day everyone!  ♥

Tuesday, July 2, 2013


 In the style of keeping this blog that of a personal one, I'm planning on returning to my original format of blogging.  With all that is going on in this world, I think it'll be lovely to look back on this blog as a memory; seeing each post filled with the thoughts, emotions, & images from a time passed.

Without further adieu, I'd like to introduce you all to my little family & our home, Turburgler Tavern.  Yep, we sure did name it that.

At the end of 2012, Jonathan & I moved into this quaint little home in one of the best towns I've ever been to.  Our neighbors are lovely, we can walk anywhere we need, & even the college is only a bike ride away.  For me, this is perfect.  & as I'm writing this, I'm looking out through the back window of this tiny little 1920's home, into the yard that these photos were taken in.  The window itself could be an artistic view, but to see our yard, our vegetable garden, our fruit trees, well - it's just bliss.

One of my favorite things to do here is to sit out back, maybe grab a beer, maybe water the garden, & just let the dogs play.  Sometimes they can get a bit crazy, & because of the large oak tree shading the entire yard there's not much grass, so it can get a bit dusty - but it's worth it to see how happy they are while playing together.  Just last week Gozer decided to show us that he was part horse, & jumped into the garden to run from Turbo while they were playing.  When he finally came out it was exactly as he had gone in, leaping like a pegasus for flight!  Our dogs can be a bit much, Turbo has a Napoleon complex - Gozer thinks he's a lap dog, but being able to share their joy & pure puppy bliss with Jonathan is one of the best things in the world.

Oh yeah, the name - Turdburgler Tavern.  When we moved in Jonathan just had to name our house.  Partly because he just does that, partly because he wanted someplace to tag himself at when we have people over or whathaveyou.  He suggested Turdburgler something or other, & I said Tavern (he makes a lot of beer, so it's fitting).  Hence, the name.