How did that happen? Somehow, throughout my years of being a Stevie Ray Vaughn fan, I’ve missed that song, until now. Until one of my muses decided he’d give that song a go on his guitar. I love it when you find a new theme song, don’t you?
What have your theme songs been throughout your life? Top 3 maybe? For Cat, it’s been “Queer” by Garbage, “All These Things That I’ve Done” by the Killers, and the most recent bluesy little gem by SRV. Iwanna hear yours.
Another thing I want to know. I want to know what your heart really, REALLY loves. The things in your life that make it absolutely impossible to be anything but happy in every cell of your body. Here’s a partial list:
And so you can read the rest…
I love reading these just for the simple fact that so often the things we really love are the same, and are sometimes forgotten. Did you catch yourself musing “Oh YEAH, I love that too!” whilst reading? I hope so! So, I want more. I’d love to make this list 100 feet long. So, finish this sentence: “IT’S IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO BE HAPPY WHEN…”
So this weekend has been my official beginning of the Summer. Mornings flooded by bright cool sun and long purple shadows, the smell of fresh cut dewy grass and flipping the pillow to the cool side. Days filled with giggling kids, squirtguns and Otter Pops and ice paintings. Evenings peppered with the heady smell of barbeque wafting through the air riding on a song floating out the window above mine, walks along the intoxicating vistas of Sunset Cliffs enjoying being awestruck by the fact that this is my own backyard; I live here. That never ever ever ceases to amaze and amuse me. Nights spent drifting in or out of some friendly local hangouts, and gathering the crew for an hour at the cliffs with the Music Man and, if the water is right, a midnight dip, laughing the entire time. Block parties, farmer’s markets, street fairs, reading in the sand under the pier, breakfast at Tower Two and a pitcher on the roof of Sunshine at sunset. Hot starry nights, open-ended plans and the all the other little things we tend not to notice are what makes my life worth living. I find the more I notice the tiny, wonderful things, the less I notice any big awful thing. I am grateful for everything in my life. Even the things that outright suck and are totally unfair. I’m happy they’re there, even if just to make the good things even better.
So another thing that’s going on my “Ta-DAAA!” poster is the fact that I am the giddy renter of an artist’s studio in North Park. It’s a co-op that is dilapidated and a little shady, and is just PERFECT. I cannot wait to spend nights arting my brains out. That’s right, thanks to my friend Al, “arting” is my new favorite verb. It’s so appropriate. You can say you’re painting, but you could be painting a house, or a table. You could say you’re working on a project, but in my world, art has nothing to do with work. You could say you’re making something, but you can make a cake or a fuss or a poop. Arting is much more concise.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m arting.”
“Oh!”
See, no confusion.
So on that note, I’m going yo get back to arting. I cannot wait to move in to this studio. Because this is where I am currently arting:
Not cool, man, not cool. You can’t see it, but my laundry basket doubles as a computer desk. Suck it, Ikea!
On the other hand, here’s my to-do list. I like it. 
Also, my inimitable tech guy Joe says viewing this blog is a little screwy if you’re using Firefox. All the cool kids use Explorer.
Oh, and happy Memorial Day, everyone. Who are you remembering?