2010 · Things and Stuff

Crochet anyone?

Sometimes I love people.

Street artist Agata Olek created a custom crocheted outfit for Arturo Di Modica’s “Charging Bull” sculpture on Wall Street. It lasted two hours before being removed by the authorities.

2010 · architecture · beauty · love love love · Mallorca

La Boda

My first Spanish wedding this weekend. Marga y Miguel Ángel were married Oct. 23, 2010 at the Cathedral of Palma de Mallorca.

I have never mentioned how amazingly beautiful this cathedral is, and I guess you must take my word, but, it is. GORGEOUS. I never seem to get the time right (or know when the right time is) for when the cathedral is open. So I usually don’t get to go inside. I did enjoy a lovely Easter service there in 2009, with the King Juan Carlos. Yes, he invited me.

And if you believe that I have some ocean front property in Arizona. Ahh, I love Mr. George Strait.

Back to the wedding, and the Cathedral! The Cathedral is more commonly referred to here as La Seu, and it took almost 400 years to complete. That’s a long damn time. May I present to you, La Seu:

And a picture I took of it last year that I love. I think when I open my art gallery in Palma, this will be a main print. What do you think?

Cool huh? As I have already mentioned, the wedding took place at the Cathedral, not too shabby, eh? I was told to be there at 17:00 (that’s 5 p.m. to you americans) and as the norm, I was the first one there. Let’s just say, Spanish people are not the most prompt. And I know my friend Bess is rolling her eyes right now! Cos, let’s just say I used to be not the most prompt either. Fashionably late was my favorite theme. So, I have changed my ways, I guess chalk it up to getting older. Or maybe Bess just whipped me into shape.

The crowd began to gather, the invitees and the touristees. When finally, the bride arrived in a black car with her father and her in the back. The groom was excited but anxious, and he opened her door. A kiss on both cheeks for each and then she pinned his boutonniere. A Spanish wedding in La Seu then ensued.

Wishing Marga y Miguel Ángel all the happiness in the future. Congrats!


2010 · Mallorca · spain

The Grand Slam Boy from Mallorca

He has done it again, winning his ninth Grand Slam tournament of his still-young career. But this made the first time for him to win the US Open. Qué Guay Rafa! (That means super, or really cool Rafael!!!)

While I am not the most avid tennis spectator, I do enjoy the tournaments. I went to Wimbledon in ’93. I remember getting up at the crack of dawn and standing in a long line forever. Couldn’t tell you who the hell played but I sure did enjoy my strawberries and cream! Which was kind of the main reason for me going at that time in my life. And also to say, Wimbledon? Yeah, of course I’ve been there. Who hasn’t?

Yeah so, enough about me, back to Nadal. Fellow Mallorquin (and a very pretty one at that) winning the US Open and making him the youngest ever to have a career Grand Slam at age 24, makes me proud! If only he would invite me over for sobrasada and some cava to let me express my deep admiration. And maybe a lesson in tennis or two. I do like the word love…..

Rafa (our term of endearment for the Manacor boy), QUÉ GUAY!

2010 · new york city · tragic · usa

Here We Are Again

Here we are, September 11. Nine years, and I remember it like it was yesterday.

I actually arrived to work early at my office in Wilton, CT. Since it was a marketing/promotions agency we were lucky and had several televisions around the large space. A report caught someone’s eye and we began to gather around. When the news became more than a small prop plane hitting the North Tower, it was a 767, full of passengers, there were gasps and tears that filled the room. And then the second tower was hit. This was no accident, this was terrorism. And our world would never be the same.

New York City, only 45 minutes away on the train, and somewhere I had just been the past week. As the first tower began to crumble and gush towards the ground I held my breath. I prayed people had escaped, had freed themselves from the horror of the unthinkable. What seemed only seconds later, the second tower went. I was numb. I couldn’t stop staring at the screen. Where did they go? Who could do this to thousands of people?

The agency told everyone to go home. And I called my family back to tell them I was okay. I traveled a lot and had just taken that same flight from Boston to LA (American Airlines 11) a few weeks before. That thought still terrifies me to this day. In shock, my friend Jeannette and I went to the liquor store, I have no idea what we bought but we brought it back to my cottage in the Connecticut woods and sat in front of the television, glued to every word, every shocking scene replayed over and over again.

As the days slipped by I went through many stages. At first I couldn’t stop crying, the destruction of our great city, the loss of so many lives in New York, the Pentagon, in Pennsylvania. Then I was angry, how DARE they do this to my country? Who the hell do they think they are? When I went into the city to see firsthand what Ground Zero looked like I couldn’t stop shaking my head while wiping away tears. So many posters of the missing. Have you seen my father, daughter, uncle, brother, mother, husband…….

The reason I had been to NYC a few days before 9/11 was to look for my perfect apartment. It had been a dream of mine since I was a little girl to live in the BIG city. Manhattan. And now? Now, I felt that I HAD TO. A few people were concerned, why move in now? After what just happened? And my answer was always yes. Yes, because of what happened.

And fifteen days later I moved into my tiny studio apartment on the Upper East side of 74th and 1st. Those were some of the best years of my life.

God Bless New York City.


2010 · beach · fun in the sun · tv land

Happy 90210

DONNA: You guys better not drop me. I am on my second new nose.

DAVID:  If I promise not to drop the front end can we finally have sex?

DONNA:  DAVID! NO! I am to be a virgin until, well, another few weeks. And sorry, it won’t be with you.

BRANDON: Will it be with me?

DYLAN:  Sorry Donna, not interested. This week, I only have eyes for Brenda. Next week, maybe I will get drunk, get high and ride my motorcycle over the cliff. You guys will miss me so much.

STEVE:  Hey, if I stand like this will it make my schlong look bigger?

DAVID:  Steve, if you get any closer, I will be having sex with you.


2010 · save our world

I’ve Got Good News, and I’ve Got Some Bad News.

Which do you want to hear first? I always want to hear the bad news first. 

The bad news is jobless claims rose to their highest level in 9 months. It was the third straight week that first-time jobless claims rose. That ain’t good news, my friends. As I return to the job search (again) and struggle through interviews (again), I know that hundreds of people will also be applying to that one perfect job out there. I won’t truly start complaining yet. I will enjoy a few more weeks of summer in Mallorca before I start that. You’re welcome. 

And the good news? Seven years and five months after the U.S.-led invasion, the last American combat brigade heads home. I loved this line for the AP “A line of heavily armored American military vehicles, their headlights twinkling in the pre-dawn desert, lumbered past the barbed wire and metal gates marking the border between Iraq and Kuwait early Thursday and rolled into history.” 

Can you envision it? Isn’t it a lovely sight? 

While the U.S. presence is far from over, there are still around 52,000 troops to stay for at least another year. But this move of the combat brigade makes me smile. It is time for the Iraqi security forces to defend their people. And with the U.S. support, they can. And will. 

Troops crossing over from Iraq to Kuwait.