Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Figure, it's the holidays

Ice skating for the holidays? Check! I didn't look like this lady, but I did get into a groove, picking up speed as I spun around the rink. Calling all fans of "White Christmas:" doesn't she look like a Haynes sister?

Monday, December 21, 2009

Big Hugs

I may have hinted at it earlier, but come the next few weeks of December and well into the new year, I will be talking about my cinematic experiences a bit more often. Good movies are flowing through theaters, or at least are supposed to be. I will probably go strong in this manner straight through to the end of "awards season," and it is then that I, once again, will become utterly jaded and go back to my March-November rules about going to movies: foreign and documentary ONLY! With the exception of Woody Allen. And Kate Winslet. And...

So I tried not to get too hyped up about Pedro Almodovar's new film, "Broken Embraces." I watched no trailers, read no reviews, and limited my exposure to one article in The New York Times way back about the filmmaker and his muse, Penelope Cruz...

Nice rhyme. I know, thanks! And what a muse she is. Man, he loves her. But who wouldn't. She is beautiful, funny, and, let's face it, she is a star! She is a delicate creature who owns the room in which she finds herself, or rather, puts herself. In complete control, she encompasses the screen with that same magnetic presence characteristic of the greats: Hepburn #1 and Hepburn #2, Ingrid Bergman, Sophia Loren. I don't mean to be going gaga (oooh, Gaga...) for Penelope, but she nails the character in this film the way she did in "Volver" and the way she did in Woody Allen's "Vicky Christina Barcelona."

Cynics, romantics, and everyone in between: don't miss "Broken Embraces." I wanted to escape into something yesterday afternoon. By all means, I do not mean I wanted to tune out. Life's too short to venture out in the rain, pay $10 and do something that I can do from my couch. I wanted to be carried away to that "other" world that is a fabulous film. And I was. The landscape of an Almodovar film is like the ocean: it is mysteriously beautiful on the outside, but once you dive in, there are treasures, both surprising and haunting, and buried deep within. And they appear, illuminated, like a revelation.

The film surprised me in how a film-maker can be both modest and self-reflexive at the same time. On the other hand, it did not surprise me that, yet again, Almodovar gets close to the bottom of human beings and their nature of imperfection. The relationships he shows prosper not from cliches but from the unique way we find one another. Characters in an Almodovar film lean askew from their downfalls and weakness and it is for this reason that they stumble into, over, and upon one another. Even the most beautiful actress (Penelope) can be worn ragged by destruction, humiliation, temptation. But she is human. You can see it in her eyes.

I cherish the way this story is told, frame by frame but judge for yourself and enjoy. Sure there were problematic elements to the film, but it's a great one in a year a bad ones, which makes it lovely and memorable. I feel so often I walk out of a film and forget about it the next day. Perhaps that's the intention: to transport temporarily and let people get on. But film is an art and when it is excellent and well-made, it can be magical. I don't mean to be negative toward other films, but you know what I mean. Sometimes those feelings you get in your seat (some of euphoria, some of suspense) are strong enough to last beyond the theater. Ideally they will lift off the screen and into your head, and from there, make their way into your own work or art. One medium to the next, inspiration has the power to be boundless (if you will let it). Translation doesn't have to be limited to subtitles.

One final comment slash suggestion. And it's only a suggestion, not a requirement. Remember way back a few weeks when I also went gaga over "Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown?" If not, review. I recommend watching that film (it's 80 minutes, no biggie) before heading out to see "Embraces." I won't say why, but having recently watched the 80's romp, I felt further engaged with "Embraces." Engaged in Embraces. Sounds like the perfect romantic comedy. Except Almodovar's isn't. Like many films this year, it's genre-less and leaves the interpreting up to you: the audience. Me: still pondering how films are made. "Broken Embraces:" ambiguous yet trustworthy. Like a verse that leaves you breathless...

Friday, December 18, 2009

Past, Present, and Future - It Keeps Carolling

Just think: on this day, December 18th, in 1843, the world had yet to meet Ebenezer Scrooge, or Tiny Tim, or Bob Cratchit. Readers and Dickens-ians alike would have to wait one more day for what would be Charles Dickens' heartwarming tale of what, not who, 'the Christmas spirit' really is. According to Garrison Keillor's "The Writer's Almanac," Dickens' previous novel had been a flop and he needed some success to warm his bed. He thought that a holiday themed tale would do the trick. And do the trick it did. It has all the fixings for a good Christmas story: family, loneliness, ghosts, parties, lost love, children, financial woes, forgiveness and, ultimately, the gift of giving. An absolute precursor to cinematic classics like "It's A Wonderful Life," the story is timeless in its message: life is beautiful, so much in fact, that all we must be is grateful.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A Secret Garden

For those of you 'angels' who frequent Runyon Canyon multiple times a week (you know who you are) you may recognize the image above. Amidst the Hollywood Hills, it's just another gate surrounding another home, perhaps historic. The last time I passed it, it made me think of Frances Hodgson Burnett's novel "The Secret Garden." I like to imagine the author found a door much like this one for which she found the inspiration for her story about a sad little girl who finds life again in a secret garden.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Fame Monster

Eh, Eh (There's Nothing Else I Can Say)

Monday, December 14, 2009

Just Dance

What are you doing tonight?

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

My Favorite Things

On and off for the past week, I have been under the weather. The below-freezing temperatures outside don't help either, so it's been a real chore to stay healthy. On the other hand, it does make it slightly easier to hibernate. However, resting isn't something I do very well. Sure, I know how to relax and have a little lounge, but most of the time I like to be active. Even when I know I should take it easy, I lean more towards the get-up-and-go approach: the kind that often slams you into the ground. And, alas, it is the reason that last week's cold crept on me this week. In the end, the only possibility was and is rest.

Inspired by my friend Sophie (who said she was giving herself a treat by resting) I decided I would do the same and take a full day off. If I'm so high and mighty about my ability to turn the energy on, I might as well challenge myself to do the opposite. Can I turn the switch off? Here's a hint: I didn't leave the house ONCE yesterday and I loved it! It was a challenge for me, but I feel so much better today! While taking it easy, I prescribed myself subtle remedies and kept track of what worked and what didn't. Counting down, here is my top ten list of to-do's (or, aka: Mastering the Art of Cozy Resting) when it comes to feeling better:

10. Non-stop cups of herbal tea (preferably with a glob of wildflower honey dipped from a honey stick).

9. Wrap up in 1, maybe 2 blankets, and remain in a horizontal position as long as possible (socked feet may or may not poke out from the bottom of your self-made cocoon).

8. Sorry, Al Gore, but keep the heater pumping all day (but turn off when you do # 7).

7. If you're getting restless, whip up some cookies with baking goods stashed in the pantry (you know you have them).

6. Take a scalding hot shower mid-day (you know, the kind that steams up every mirror and window in the house) and then change from pajama uniform #1 into pajama uniform #2 (who says you can't feel rejuvenated?).

5. Open a window once or twice for a blast of fresh air (even when it's freezing outside).

4. Skip your favorite yoga class, sorry (no, seriously, skip it).

3. Relish in a good book (maybe short stories, like currently Lorrie Moore's "Birds of America").

2. Dinner is Won Ton Soup with dumplings (have someone you love drop it by).

1. And finally, watch a movie for the ultimate distraction (ideally, make it a classic, 3-hour long film, like "The Sound of Music") -- it'll get you singing despite the stuffy nose!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

"Our Practice Is Japanese"

Precisely one month ago, I heard Zoketsu Norman Fischer speak at Green Gulch. The Zen Center offers dharma talks quite frequently, however this was my very first. The lecture is now posted on the San Francisco Zen Center website and I highly recommend you listen.

As both a poet and a Zen Buddhist priest, Norman Fischer is an inspiration in how he articulates ideas so clearly. He makes such sense when talking about something like religion; a universal concept which can be so complicated, confusing and overbearing. He touches on such abstractions when he asks, "What does nirvana have to do with the passing of the seasons?"

But what he says about Buddhism (specifically Japanese Buddhism as taught by the Zen master Dogan and SFZC founder Shunryu Suzuki Roshi) is so reasonable, to me at least. In the last half of the lecture, Fischer touches on Zen Buddhism as a way to be kind to ourselves through mindfulness. It is this tenderness towards life that draws me toward the practice.

One way of practicing such tenderness, he adds, is to feel with the heart and the body, rather than through over-thinking. And this is not to say we are overcoming our humanness, no. For example, this body and heart practice can be exemplified in meditation. When we sit zazen, we are opening up to our perfect way of being, our true humanness. And, in regards to sorrow and pain, these feelings and problems should be acknowledged but never something we attempt to solve. Through acknowledgment rather than correction, we discover for ourselves why there is a problem. We are learning. (It is at this point in the lecture when I lean forward and really focus).

I paraphrase, but Fischer emphasizes the following: when we seek and study something without knowing the outcome, our mind is open to everything. Such openness allows for more subtlety in attitude. As part of the Buddha-nature, as he calls it (or practice, or enlightenment) when we are seeking we are liberated. Knowing that we do not have to reconstruct ourselves (fix ourselves, solve the problem) offers a sense of healing in itself. Simply, with an open mind, we can be ourselves in order to be okay.

Listen forth, and enjoy Fischer's talk. His thoughts on Japan are particularly mesmerizing. He offers many quotes, further reading suggestions and personal stories. More importantly, his lecture for real is more comprehensive than my summary. I summarize in part to relive my experience of his talk and further understand the Buddhist way. It is still new to me which is in part why I am so interested and excited. As Fischer explains, it is most beneficial to learn about something you don't know about. It is through this journey that you will get to know yourself. Sounds like a plan.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Country Baby

This is the time of year when the best movies come out. Commonly known as Oscar Season, Hollywood supposedly saves the cream of the crop for the end of the year. So why am I not impressed? Yes, some films have knocked me out of my auditorium seat. "Bright Star" anyone? And some have left me moved and devastated. Anyone brave "Precious" yet? Sometimes, we have to wait all the way until Christmas Day for the real goods. So far, this year is looking bleak and I'm not looking forward to anything! However, I am excited to see "It's Complicated," the new film by Nancy Meyers (a woman who not only makes films but makes them extremely cozy, like, quite possibly the coziest movies in human history.) I know I will love her new movie, even if it's bad, but I still have to wait.

In the meantime, I can watch any one of her movies and feel the warmth and love of life. Last night during a torrential rainfall, I had an itch to watch "Baby Boom," the 1987 classic in which the life of a career woman (they call her the Tiger Lady) is flipped upside down when she inherits a baby (Elizabeth) from a deceased cousin. I won't give anything away, but there might be homemade baby applesauce, a Maple Syrup festival and maybe even a row boat. You'll just have to watch to find out. Years ago, when I spent my first night alone in my very 1st apartment of my own, I watched it for comfort. It's so eighties, so Diane Keaton, so Vermont-y. Yep.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

How to be Seized

Flew through Lorrie Moore's book of short stories, "Self Help." You'd never know it was written when I was age 3 (aka in the 80's). Its tales are timeless, funny and heart-breaking. As I write the word, heart-breaking, my review becomes trite. I don't mean for it. I want to be as gifted as Moore, with her consistent voice and gripping style. Her prose makes me want to write prose. Her poetry makes me want to write prose. Should I start writing short stories? Wow, watch me ponder out loud my life as a writer, watch me guess my future. David Aloi, thanks for the critique by the way. He says, left justify your blog! Why read sentences centered in the center? It's not natural! Oh, Lorrie Moore. Those stories, and all their endings. Writing is so hard to end, it's true. But you do it so well, as if, the whole time we readers are reading, someone's foot has been pressing on our chest, and suddenly, you pull us out from under its sole. On endings: we could all go on, with ideas, ideas, ideas. Wrap them up, or go on? Not possible. "Go Like This." My favorite of the stories. If anything, visit Moore for this.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Hollywood, Forever

I go where the skies are blue and the plants grow lush. This is Hollywood, where bougainvillea is a hotel. I'd like to book a room, please

scoop me up. Guinness chocolate ice cream doesn't get you drunk. A little taste hear feel see smell and there you are: bliss

out of your town and in a new one. Cities change but appetites stay the same. The farmers go to stand with their strawberry tomatoes picked by hand. Vine off the vine at Hollywood and Vine

yard plants. I love vegetables that come in purple. Cauliflower, eggplant, now this. The leaves are the treasure. And the heart is the gold

pouring out these Hollywood dreams onto real life sidewalk stars, nothing is as sweet

but we are all rambling tumbleweeds, and can't remain in the same place

forever, even when we're on top of the world.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Home, Thankfully Home

Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday. It's not why we celebrate, but how. I can't count the years that we would watch Martha Stewart's Thanksgiving Special (from a million years ago and on VHS, I might add), dreaming up our feast. Inspired and motivated, we go all out which is why I have never missed a Thanksgiving dinner with my family. Every year it gets better and better, and this year naturally followed the pattern. Even though there was an apple pie mishap (the crust fell off mid-bake, thanks Martha) and my chewy Molasses cookies merged (thanks, again, Martha), the kitchen was crisp, cozy and gastronomically scented. Below are some highlights from the night.

With gravy makers eagerly waiting, my dad carves a 23 pound turkey.

With squashes and flowers strewn about as decoration, my mom sets the dinner table, impeccably.

Creamy goodness seeps from baked brie wrapped in puff pastry---my favorite appetizer in living history. Did I mention the layer of pumpkin butter inside?

Whether or not you're bursting at the seams (stuffed turkey style), it's time for desserts: pies of pumpkin, pecan and apple, then cookies of molasses, gingerbread and chocolate. Sweet tooth anyone?

p.s. Re: chewy Molasses cookie merge.
Yes they did and after about 5-7 minutes of cooling, I got handy with a perfectly round cookie cutter. One large flat cookie turned into 22 perfect circles, which I find hard to do anyway. In the end, voila! Cookies! And, scraps from all the cut-outs, to munch on pre-dinner.

Monday, November 30, 2009

The Fantastic Mr. Fox

Wes Anderson brings Roald Dahl's imaginary tale to life
with amazing storytelling and humor, geared toward children and adults alike,
and graced with the quintessential Anderson art direction-

that sweet palette

so cussing good...

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

It's Only Just Begun

Fall into this flower arrangement brought over to my mom's today by Holly, of Holly Flora. It now sits as the centerpiece on the Thanksgiving table. Just another one of today's many festive and productive activities in preparation for turkey day. Today was mostly all about baking with my mom. Everything from cookies, to pies, to brie in puff pastry. Right now I'm waiting on my chewy Molasses cookies that are just finishing up in the oven. Upon rotating, we had a bit of a scare. We realized that the spaces between the cookies had disappeared and that they had merged. As my mom says, "They look like a platter of hamburger buns." Or, she says, "Flying saucers." We'll let you know...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A flutter to my pulse

Another fabulous Saturday night spend at Counterpulse. This time, 5 fantastic performances swept the stage. There was Bollywood, there were Greek shadow puppets and there were Guqin masters in the house. However, I found most impressive to be Prumsodum Ok. An artist, videographer and cultural activist who meditates on the language of Cambodian dance, Prum graced the floor with both stillness and raw emotion. His control, exhibited in flawless movements and exaggerated hand gestures, inspired the artist in me. I know nothing of dance or the video arts, but his performance proved something to me. That, although not all mediums speak the same language, they all have the power to inspire the day-to-day, to call up that urgency for craft and to ignite the creative in everyone. He floored me, he moved me, he swayed me. He danced with me.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Stedfast as thou art

"Bright Star"

still dreamy...

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Letter in November

The Recipient

in response to "The Couriers" by Sylvia Plath

See the snail, its word
cross the vein of a leaf? The tree,
its leaf are yours.

Accept these genuine offerings
like bare skin
like seeded beds and dance
a ring around your own.

No one is golden
or shines like you and no
these are not lies.

If you let it or allow, your heart
can warm this frozen leaf you sprout
for every season.

If allowed, the leaf is yours to thaw
but quick!
before its many pieces scatter

before it cracks like broken glass-

(Photo courtesy of Smith's Mortimer Rare Book Room.)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A Certain Slant of Light

I am captivated by this book, "The Ms of My Kin"(2009) by Janet Holmes. On these chilly days, I stroll past it on the shelves of Small Press Distribution and picture myself cocooned inside a blanket and reading its pages, cover to cover. Part of this intrigue I must owe to my ongoing obsession with another text that takes on Emily Dickinson.

Susan Howe's radiant "My Emily Dickinson" (1985) is one of the leading texts in my personal canon of inspiration. It's the wild combination of poetry and poetics, translation and explanation, and admiration and reclamation that places this work on a pedestal. Simply put and unprecedented, Howe unveils Dickinson's brilliance and timeless prevalence through close readings of poems. She explores the solitary poems themselves, but she also looks at them as coming after and in relation to other texts. She calls to light the influence such works (from such influential figures as Emily Brontë, William Shakespeare and John Keats, to name a few) had on Emily. Part of Howe's approach stems from literary criticism and it is from this angle, from this limb, that I learned to reach inside myself and embrace the critic within. Note to self: read poetry and enjoy, read poetry and question, falter, stumble, read poetry and write!

As for Holmes' book, I am eager to experience how she tackles Dickinson's poems. From what I've learned from my few times flipping through, I know that she uses erasure (see 1st image above) to further ignite and free Dickinson's original text. I wonder how she feels about Howe's groundbreaking book, almost 25 years old now. I also wonder what it was like for her, as a writer, to re-imagine Dickinson. Once I've read, will report back (and hopefully soon).

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A Certain Slant of Eye

Funny, the thing I see. Or, not funny but
funny, the way I go toward, strange
the direction it heads
we go.

Swept up like the branch to sun, or
it's undecided whether
they face north, south, east or west
whether they are taken-elsewhere,
into memory-or it's my foot
they set off course, whether it is me
they handle.

1. Mombaruzzo, Piemont. Lounging by lavender in Italy with Heather, my sister. August 2008.

2. California State Route 92. Alone and on my way to a poetry reading in Half Moon Bay. March 2008.

3. Matt Davis-Steep Ravine Loop, Mount Tamalpais State Park, Marin County. The early-morning, blurry-eyed start of a hike. Labor Day, 2009.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Much Ado About Benedict

Check out how my Sunday morning brunch was taken to a whole new level. Liz made, yes homemade, this favorite breakfast specialty. Variations happened, primarily the switch from "bene" to "flo" as the cook is a proud vegetarian and I happily and healthily oblige. In fact, when it comes to ordering this dish off of a menu, I usually go Florentine because tomatoes, spinach, avocado (whatever they put on to spruce it up)--oh, so much more refreshing than bacon a la Canada. Home style, the impressive aspect of this preparation is the foolproof Hollandaise sauce and poaching the eggs without the messiness of a bad break-up. I can't attest much to what all went down in the kitchen (I was too engrossed in the Sunday NY Times Style section reading about LA teenagers who break into celebrity homes) however I can vouch for the richness and perfection. It tasted and looked like the real thing. Anyone can do it! So, much a-do!

Note: the recipe is from the Cook's Illustrated's Holiday Entertaining Issue (on newsstands now) but for some reason I can't find it online. Good luck in your search!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Everyday Zen

"To make a stone stony: that is the purpose of art."
- Viktor Shklovsky

Here's hoping this weekend is as good as the last! I wish I could spend every morning like I did last Sunday, wandering over the Golden Gate Bridge to the Green Gulch Farm Zen Center. The visit was specifically to hear poet and Zen Buddhist priest Norman Fischer give a dharma talk, in which he spoke of the process of learning. Using Japanese culture as a model, he encouraged students to seek out the mystery of the unknown as it is then when we will know ourselves. The lecture made me want to learn something new everyday and it also made me want to go to Japan. I'm starting to really cherish my visits to the Zen Center.

Norman Fischer's talk was an inspiration, however I walked away with more than just mindfulness and understanding. In addition to offering tea and freshly baked carrot muffins, there was a farm stand set up, with fruits and vegetables a'plenty. While snacking on muffins, Liz and I stocked up on a red kuri squash, sweet apples, and buttery lettuce. As it was my first time at Green Gulch, I was exceptionally excited and somewhat crazed to be there. So much in fact, that I almost took a photograph of one of the alters outside of a resident's room. But I had to stop myself. Some things are just too precious to steal from memory and onto a digital card. And anyway, it was the kind of crisp, fall day you barely have to remember or frantically capture because another like it is soon to come. And I look forward to it. But for now, I will stay in the present and enjoy these quiet thoughts of calm.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Performing Diaspora Festival

Last Saturday night, everything moved before my eyes. Mesmerized and wide-eyed, I watched dancers perform in what was the 1st weekend of the Performing Diaspora Festival @ Counterpulse. This space on 9th and Mission consistently presents exciting performing arts from emerging artists and cultural innovators. I heard about the festival through my friend, Sarah Jessee, who works as their Outreach Intern. Appropriately, she "reached out" and promoted this jaw-dropping night to me. I had no idea what to expect, but literally, I have a jaw and it dropped.

The evening was split into 4 performance by 4 different artists. The first was "A Conference in Nine," by Charlotte Moraga. This piece was a collaboration between Moraga and the musicians. Her style of dance is called Kathak and she embedded her own storytelling through her body's rhythm and ferocious movement with the musicians' song. The next piece was called "Alma Llanera-Spirit of the Plains," a work inspired by the novel Bless me Ultima. I have not read that book since junior high school, but the piece dealt with similar themes as the book, like coming-of-age and the power of good and evil. The choreographer, Gema Sandoval, juxtaposed the past and the present by using both contemporary and traditional Mexican music. But the highlight, really, was the group of dancers. These energetic performers (some as young as 12) danced joyfully in Mexican regional dance styles coupled with some contemporary moves. I loved this piece because the dancers appeared so genuinely glad to perform. With every smile and every impressive synchronized sequence (of which there were many), I felt their proud spirit sent into the audience.

The last performance was called "Ampey!" and it really brought down the house. I wish I knew how to talk intelligently about dance so I could properly articulate the beauty that I saw on stage. I don't really have the lingo, or the terms or glossary of dance. I suppose translating one medium into another isn't the easiest of things, but I can confidently say this work was powerful, inspired and enchanting! Choreographer Adia Tamar Whitaker, a master of Afro-Haitian folkloric dance, says that her festival piece was inspired by "ampey," a rhythmic game played by young girls in Ghana. In this show-stopper of a piece, she combines dance, media and music. It is a work in progress, but its lyrical tightness and overall strength was perfection. Readers can listen to Adia talk about work here. Also, the Counterpulse website has more information about the festival and its upcoming 2 weekends. It's not to be missed so shimmy on over as fast as you can!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Lift 1 Leg, Maybe 2

When you are upside down...

...your heart is above your head.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Bulk Up!

Most of the time, the only thing that brings me to San Francisco's Marina district is this:

"Can I please have a small vanilla with rainbow sprinkles"

Having grown up in L.A., I have frozen yogurt cravings in my D.N.A. It's a great afternoon snack, even though, let's face it, it's not really "food." However, I've been enjoying it since I was a wee-Malibu-lassie, only then, the above quotation was trailed by "and a chocolate chip cookie please."

Oh, ourselves as little!

Anyway, I don't get my fro yo fix too often in San Francisco. There aren't too many serving spots and those that do boast this tasty treat are often the strangest of places. Take the small yet clever liquor store on the corner of Union and Fillmore. I don't even know its name but I know that people line up for their flavors.

Yet, this post is not about frozen yogurt. Oh, it's not, you say? No. Something else brought me to my favorite Marina intersection this weekend. It was an establishment called Green 11. This charming cottage shop (which is hidden behind stores with storefronts) sells organic beauty and non-toxic cleaning products in large bulk containers. The practice of buying from bulk containers is a phenomenon I was pretty much ignorant to before I moved to the city. You can bring your own bottle and re-fill it with what you like? Yes! And it's environmentally friendly because you don't have to waste your old containers? Right! Everything becomes a little more useful, you will find. Green 11 has everything from laundry detergent to bath and shower gel to home cleaning supplies. It's easy! You just bring your empty bottles, pick from an array of deliciously scented products and fill-up!

My adventure begins! I followed little paw-prints to this refreshing hideaway, on an afternoon shaded by courtyard trees. I walked inside, feeling like a nursery rhyme character in search of the grail. All was well, chatting it up with the woman who worked there. And then, I learned such sadness! Green 11's adorable bungalow is closing!!!

Big frowns :( :( :(

Just when something seems so right, it falls dangling off the path. But then I heard the goodness! They have recently opened a new location on lovely Noe Valley's 24th Street, which is perfect because I live so close. Alas, there is a happy ending to this fairy tale. I can still bulk up with Green 11's offerings. Same stuff, just no fro-yo pit-stop!