Monday, July 9, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Woodland Creatures Stationery
I was in Micheal's yesterday looking for some random craft items when I discovered a few bins full of this adorable stationery. There are gift cards, note cards, magnetic tablets, note & pen sets, and mini post-its (not pictured). Not only is everything super cute, but each of these items only cost $1.99!
Friday, June 29, 2012
Which is best: Ion Keratin Smoothing Masque vs Enjoy Hair Mask
I'm broke. I've been trying to save money for my two week vacation this summer and because of this switching from my salon hair products to similar or knock off versions. I purchased Ion Keratin Smoothing Masque $8 in an attempt to replace my Enjoy Hair Mask $28. The Enjoy Hair Mask had been recommended to me by a friend as a remedy for my over processed blond hair. I love the Enjoy Mask. It's thick and it really does wonders for my hair when applied with heat. As you can see, these two hair masks/masques have very different ingredients.
Ion: Water, Dimethicone, Cetearyl Alcohol, Behentrimonium Chloride, Polyglyceryl-6 Dioleate, Cetyl Esters, Sorbitol, Glycol Stearate, Stearyl Alcohol, Isopropyl Alcohol, Fragrance, Hydroxyethyl Cellulose, Dmdm Hydantoin, Hydrogenated Cottonseed Oil , Guar Hydroxypropyltrimonium Chloride, Dimethiconol, Disodium Edta, Citric Acid, Iodopropynyl Butylcarbamate, Glycerin, Hydrolyzed Keratin, Prunus Amygdalus Dulcis(Sweet Almond) F , Limonene, Linalool, Hexyl Cinnamal.Both of these products work well. The texture of the products are similar with the Ion Masque having a bit more fragrance.
Enjoy: Water, Cetearyl Alcohol, Behentrimonium Chloride, Amodimethicone, Tricedeth-12, Cetrimonium Chloride, Keratin Amino Acids (90-150 M.W.), Cetyl Esters, Potassium Sorbate, Methylparaben, Propylparaben, Phenoxyethanol, Fragrance.
The Verdict: If you are looking for a deep conditioner of the drug store variety, you should go to Sally's instead and try Ion. If your hair is really damaged you should skip Ion and go with Enjoy. While the Ion product is good, it's really worth it to pay more and get the amazing results the Enjoy Hair Mask produces.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Which is best: Organix Argan Oil vs Moroccan Oil
I had my hair dyed (well, bleached and dyed) blond and it ended up fried and coarse. It was pretty terrible. So much so, that my mom actually gave me a bottle of Moroccan Oil and suggested I use it. MOROCCAN OIL IS AMAZING! It absorbs instantly into my hair, smooths it and some how no matter how much I use, it doesn't make my hair oily. I love it and was really upset when I ran out, since a tiny bottle costs $30-$40.
In an attempt to find a knock off, I purchased Organix Moroccan Argan Oil at Target for about $9. Is it worth it? No! Organix Argan Oil is nothing like Moroccan Oil. First of all, Organix Argan Oil is not organic. Funny, huh? Secondly, the Organix version does not react the same way in my hair. When I apply Moroccan Oil to my wet hair the water instantly starts to slick off my hair. My hair feels soft and flexible. The knock off is sort of sticky and should you accidently apply too much, your hair will stick together in greasy clumps.
The Verdict: I've heard that there are good argan oils out there comparable to Moroccan Oil, but Organix's version is not one of them.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Failed Hipster
This is from a Craiglist posting
Failed hipster - fixie must go - $1100 (SLO)
I tried so hard. I dated a girl from Portland. I criticized cheese. I applied the term artisanal to every inanimate object that went in or on my body. I burned and singed my forearms just to make it look like I was going to culinary school. I grew Carol Brady hair. I got itchy from the finest flannel and I cut off circulation from the waist down with jeans that made my ass look like an elevator button.
. . .And I rode a fixie.
No more. It's all gotta go. The hair, the macrame, the texting overages, the Netflix and Hulu Plus. The record collection (have you ever tried to box up and move an effin stack of LPs?!) . . .and the bike. Pictured below is the bike. It's beautiful. It's got red rims. Red chain. Red tires. Red handlebars shaped like devil horns -- because it's the devil.
The guys at the hipster store don't tell you fixes don't stop. So I will. Fixies don't stop. Stop sign? Fixie don't care. Car coming turning in front of you at a three-way stop? Fixie laugh. Want Chipotle? Nope. Fixie want protein powder/beet/purple carrot/bee pollen juice and won't stop till he gets it. Fixie has a mind of his own.
Yesterday, Fixie got pulled over twice by SLO PD in three hours. In six months time, Fixie collected more tickets than a scalper for a Radiohead show at Hollywood Bowl.
I'm selling this badboy and tipping the dregs of my last PBR tall boy in his memory.
Failed hipster - fixie must go - $1100 (SLO)
I tried so hard. I dated a girl from Portland. I criticized cheese. I applied the term artisanal to every inanimate object that went in or on my body. I burned and singed my forearms just to make it look like I was going to culinary school. I grew Carol Brady hair. I got itchy from the finest flannel and I cut off circulation from the waist down with jeans that made my ass look like an elevator button.
. . .And I rode a fixie.
No more. It's all gotta go. The hair, the macrame, the texting overages, the Netflix and Hulu Plus. The record collection (have you ever tried to box up and move an effin stack of LPs?!) . . .and the bike. Pictured below is the bike. It's beautiful. It's got red rims. Red chain. Red tires. Red handlebars shaped like devil horns -- because it's the devil.
The guys at the hipster store don't tell you fixes don't stop. So I will. Fixies don't stop. Stop sign? Fixie don't care. Car coming turning in front of you at a three-way stop? Fixie laugh. Want Chipotle? Nope. Fixie want protein powder/beet/purple carrot/bee pollen juice and won't stop till he gets it. Fixie has a mind of his own.
Yesterday, Fixie got pulled over twice by SLO PD in three hours. In six months time, Fixie collected more tickets than a scalper for a Radiohead show at Hollywood Bowl.
I'm selling this badboy and tipping the dregs of my last PBR tall boy in his memory.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Foxy Photographer
I really love this photo and would like to do a painting based on it, but always wonder about how the photographer got the shot. Did the photographer find a dead fox and somehow convince the woman to pose with it? Or could this have been planned shoot with a taxidermied fox?
Friday, April 27, 2012
Old Fashioned Bicycles
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What are they called?
Penny-farthing, high wheel, high wheeler, and ordinary are all terms used to describe a type of bicycle with a large front wheel and a much smaller rear wheel. Although they are now most commonly known as "penny-farthings", this term was probably not used until they were nearly outdated. It comes from the British penny and farthing coins, one much larger than the other, so that the side view resembles a penny leading a farthing.What's up with the big wheel?
In about 1870, James Starley, described as the father of the bicycle industry, and others began producing bicycles based on the French boneshaker but with front wheels of increasing size, because larger front wheels enabled higher speeds on bicycles limited to direct drive.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Current Read: 1Q84
I'm currently reading 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami, the author of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. I had picked up The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle at Cal's Books and after reading it eagerly awaited the release of 1Q84.
The premise of this book is that a woman is somehow transported to another version of 1984 after climbing down an emergency escape. Parallel to this, an aspiring author is rewriting a teen's fantasy novel that seems to mirror some of the perplexing events in the other 1984.
After reading it. . .
I was actually really disappointed by this book. The pace was slow and the more interesting elements of the plot were never focused upon. All in all, the book ended up being about two boring people who were in love and destined to be together. Surprise! They ended up together.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Tea with Mr. Fox
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
A Vehicle for Emancipation?
Thanks for my new job, I was finally able to buy a bicycle! I ordered a Public C7. I ran into this quote today while searching for bike accessories:
Susan B. Anthony once said, “I think [bicycling] has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world.” A woman on a bicycle, the equal rights champion observed, presents “the picture of free and untrammeled womanhood.”Read more about How the Bicycle Emancipated Women at Mental Floss.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Google Plus Circles
I recently started using Google Plus and I'm really in love with the whole idea of it. You can actually share things (or keep things from) certain groups of people in your life. I'm even considering buying a webcam so I can try out the group video chat feature. I wish more people would switch over from Facebook.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Work is For the Birds
I started a new job yesterday. I'm working at a home caring for the developmentally disabled. My first day was pretty easy. I wasn't expected to do a lot. I pretty much just chilled on the couch and watched several episodes of The Office. Suddenly, we hear one of the client's cry out loudly from bed. The woman who is training me runs into her room then runs out to tell me that the client was crying because she had a bird in her bed! So, a bird was loose in the house and the other employee was terrified of it. I had to catch it with a bowl and put it outside. It was a weird day.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Blame Your Beach Body Anxieties on the Bible
From Take a Stroll… with Rob Delaney - Problem Areas
Hi everybody! How’s it going? If you’re a woman, I hope your answer is “I’m fucking starving!” Bikini season will be here before you can say “Jamochachino Surprise,” so you better be torturing yourself and focusing your meager intellect and out-of-control emotions on shedding those pounds, girlfriend! I saw an article in a magazine yesterday that highlighted “four problem areas” a woman can have. Are you shitting me? I’m assuming that article was written by a woman, because if you think you’ve only got four problem areas to worry about you’ve gone so deep into the “Red Tent” of feminine insanity you might never come back. I don’t have a dedicated bank of super-servers in rural Washington State to store a giga-list of everything that could be or probably is wrong with your body, so I’ll just name a few:
Saddle bags, upper-arm fat, cottage cheese thighs, midriff-bulge (aka F.U.P.A aka “gunt”), flat chest, asymmetrical breasts, butt-beard, bacne, pit-cheese, cankles, surprise tampon string cameos, eczema, ham spatula, ashy elbows, feet of any kind, hairy knuckles, beef knuckles, uncle’s knuckles, vaginal halitosis, bald spots, loaf latch, sideburns, flatbottom, creeping jimson weed, dowager’s hump, treasure trail, Pepperidge Farm, razor bumps, leakage, phantom dangle, and panty dandruff.
I know it wasn’t easy to read that list since you likely recognized between 22 and 70 items from your very own body. Jesus Christ, that’s got to be discouraging. You probably feel like some sort of crippled, cupcake-hunting whale, listlessly bobbing in the ocean off the western coast of Mexico, hoping some merciful Ahab will happen upon you and order his big black Queequeg to hurl a harpoon into your heart, ending it all. (Unless there’s some sort of afterlife situation, where women who didn’t subject their appearance to enough scrutiny are punished for eternity, which, if we’re being honest, is probably exactly what happens.)
“Why me?” I can hear you screaming. Well, if you’re not too ashamed to leave the house, head down to your local library and pick up a Bible. You don’t have to read too far to get to the part where Eve (the first woman to both perspire AND fart when nervous) pigs out on a massive fruit buffet, angering God. As a result, God calls Eve a “fat bitch,” orders her to “put some fucking clothes on” (Genesis 3:16) and decrees that henceforth, all women’s bodies will essentially be lumpy torture-machines existing to satisfy men, assuming they can keep their “crazy pussy hair” under control (Genesis 3:20-22).
The Bible is loaded with great advice, and it’s important we remember that makeup companies and the media and plastic surgeons are not foisting some made-up idea of what’s “beautiful” upon women. These laws come straight from the mouth of Dr. Samuel F. Godburgers Himself, issued as He shrieks across the sky astride His prayer-powered Truth Rocket. And the fantastic news is that God’s first “Message to the Ladies” appears in the Old Testament, a text vital to Jews, Christians, and Muslims alike. So don’t be acting like you ain’t heard, unless maybe you grew up in Asia, subscribing to some religion that dilutes its firepower among 330 million Gods (why so many Gods? With that many Gods, there must be Gods named like, “Rick,” or maybe a God of hot turkey sandwiches? Why not?). Or even worse; maybe you were raised in a religion that doesn’t even have a God to give a shit about what you look like in a bikini. It sickens me to imagine.
I can hear some of you women disagreeing with me. You think the Bible is a dusty, 5,000-year-old comic book written by men. You believe that today’s arbiters of tastes and trends are cash-vacuuming soul murderers who subsist on your fear. And you might even think you can hear the board members of Procter and Gamble and the bearded polygamists who wrote the Bible high-fiving through a hole in the space-time continuum and having a good laugh.
But that would be crazy.
Hi everybody! How’s it going? If you’re a woman, I hope your answer is “I’m fucking starving!” Bikini season will be here before you can say “Jamochachino Surprise,” so you better be torturing yourself and focusing your meager intellect and out-of-control emotions on shedding those pounds, girlfriend! I saw an article in a magazine yesterday that highlighted “four problem areas” a woman can have. Are you shitting me? I’m assuming that article was written by a woman, because if you think you’ve only got four problem areas to worry about you’ve gone so deep into the “Red Tent” of feminine insanity you might never come back. I don’t have a dedicated bank of super-servers in rural Washington State to store a giga-list of everything that could be or probably is wrong with your body, so I’ll just name a few:
Saddle bags, upper-arm fat, cottage cheese thighs, midriff-bulge (aka F.U.P.A aka “gunt”), flat chest, asymmetrical breasts, butt-beard, bacne, pit-cheese, cankles, surprise tampon string cameos, eczema, ham spatula, ashy elbows, feet of any kind, hairy knuckles, beef knuckles, uncle’s knuckles, vaginal halitosis, bald spots, loaf latch, sideburns, flatbottom, creeping jimson weed, dowager’s hump, treasure trail, Pepperidge Farm, razor bumps, leakage, phantom dangle, and panty dandruff.
I know it wasn’t easy to read that list since you likely recognized between 22 and 70 items from your very own body. Jesus Christ, that’s got to be discouraging. You probably feel like some sort of crippled, cupcake-hunting whale, listlessly bobbing in the ocean off the western coast of Mexico, hoping some merciful Ahab will happen upon you and order his big black Queequeg to hurl a harpoon into your heart, ending it all. (Unless there’s some sort of afterlife situation, where women who didn’t subject their appearance to enough scrutiny are punished for eternity, which, if we’re being honest, is probably exactly what happens.)
“Why me?” I can hear you screaming. Well, if you’re not too ashamed to leave the house, head down to your local library and pick up a Bible. You don’t have to read too far to get to the part where Eve (the first woman to both perspire AND fart when nervous) pigs out on a massive fruit buffet, angering God. As a result, God calls Eve a “fat bitch,” orders her to “put some fucking clothes on” (Genesis 3:16) and decrees that henceforth, all women’s bodies will essentially be lumpy torture-machines existing to satisfy men, assuming they can keep their “crazy pussy hair” under control (Genesis 3:20-22).
The Bible is loaded with great advice, and it’s important we remember that makeup companies and the media and plastic surgeons are not foisting some made-up idea of what’s “beautiful” upon women. These laws come straight from the mouth of Dr. Samuel F. Godburgers Himself, issued as He shrieks across the sky astride His prayer-powered Truth Rocket. And the fantastic news is that God’s first “Message to the Ladies” appears in the Old Testament, a text vital to Jews, Christians, and Muslims alike. So don’t be acting like you ain’t heard, unless maybe you grew up in Asia, subscribing to some religion that dilutes its firepower among 330 million Gods (why so many Gods? With that many Gods, there must be Gods named like, “Rick,” or maybe a God of hot turkey sandwiches? Why not?). Or even worse; maybe you were raised in a religion that doesn’t even have a God to give a shit about what you look like in a bikini. It sickens me to imagine.
I can hear some of you women disagreeing with me. You think the Bible is a dusty, 5,000-year-old comic book written by men. You believe that today’s arbiters of tastes and trends are cash-vacuuming soul murderers who subsist on your fear. And you might even think you can hear the board members of Procter and Gamble and the bearded polygamists who wrote the Bible high-fiving through a hole in the space-time continuum and having a good laugh.
But that would be crazy.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Dads are the Original Hipsters
I just happened upon the blog, Dads are the Original Hipsters. It's pretty amusing. I never realized that with his Volvo and Ray-bans my dad was living the hipster dream. Here's a sample post:
Check out the site to view the vintage photos which accompany each post.Your dad wore thick framed glasses before you did.Hipsters, you’re probably looking at this photo and thinking,“Holy shit are those original, vintage, classic Ray Ban Wayfarers. He better still have them because I’ve been fucking looking at every goddamn thrift store in the Mission for a pair like that.”But hear me out.He wore those when he was bird dogging honies [sic] down at the Tasty Freeze in his GTO. So hipster, if you want to be like your old man, just go rummage through his old boxes in the basement for your own pair (here is a hint: they’ll probably be next the naked Polaroids of your mom.)
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