It was one of those magical, devil-may-care, sky's-the-limit sort of evenings, which incidentally, Lizzie and I have been having pretty often lately. We were feeling like queens of cool, that is for sure.
I just wanted to add that at the meeting, I acted as secretary, keeping track of the minutes and all, while Lizzie really conducted the thing, leading the brainstorming session and fielding questions from the public.
Right from the get-go, it just seemed like people wanted to get in our business conversation, even people who weren't physically inside the restaurant. When that guy was skateboarding (uphill) past us on Pine, I said something like, "Look at this jerk" and almost instantaneously, he looked right at me, and I was sort of pointing at him vaguely with my slice of pizza, and so Lizzie turned around and looked at him too and said "Jeremy!" and then waved, and then he was gone. She explained that the guy looked like her friend Jeremy, but probably wasn't her friend Jeremy.
And then we started jamming on our meeting again, none the wiser. A few minutes later, "Jeremy" was sitting next to us asking "So what are we going to do tonight, girls?" Which was weird, because he had a manic grin and a corduroy suit on and especially because he definitely wasn't Lizzie's friend Jeremy. And then, oddly enough, a couple of friendly round-faced gents on the other side of me chose that moment to ask Lizzie and me if we were having a "Ladies' Night." To which Lizzie immediately responded, "Yes, are you?" and to which I responded, "No. We are having a Business MEETING." Apparently it didn't matter to them or to pseudo-Jeremy, because they hung out for a while, but luckily the dudes just started talking to each other and Lizzie and I got back to keeping minutes.
Incidentally, here is an excerpt of what the Coolest Power Meetings You Could Ever Imagine look like:
BIG BUSINESS
commencing FEBRUARY 18, 2010 8:07PM
HOT MAMA'S PIZZA BY THE SLICE
700 EAST PINE STREET, SEATTLE, WA
we should write an essay. a pamphlet, really. it should be called the new nation. it is an ethos. we are going to pare down to build up. excess is the enemy of the new nation. we just need the classic. you never wear those purple pants, anyway. the new nation exists in a simpler time & place where we start realizing our dreams right after we conceive them. imagine what you could do!
we could live in a loft and hang our clothes from the ceiling like christmas lights. 0 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, $1200.
MEETING ADJOURNED TEMPORARILY
WALKED THE MEAN STREETS
RE-ESTABLISHED (IN TRANSIT)
the coolest people have style uniforms. like mr. rogers. he had it down! different sneaks, different sweater, same unmatchable style. i really believe that, actually. also, french actresses, or david bowie.
concluding FEBRUARY 18, 2010, 11:28PM
MY APARTMENT
The rest of the weekend was pretty epic. We (randomly) got to see South Pacific at the 5th Avenue Theater for free, spent time with a Russian badass, and stayed out waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay past curfew.
A
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
48 hours with annie murphy
last weekend was so, so much fun. but before the fun could begin, it was important that annie and i held a very important and formal business meeting...with pizza. and fur coats. and strangers on skateboards (who skateboards up a hill, really?)
delicious brain food, courtesy of hot mama's pizza by the slice and our friend, jimmy.
who taught us our manners?
when all is said and done, when the week comes to a close, all a girl really needs is pizza, a best girlfriend and dreeeaaams! and happy hour. hello oddfellows. hello chao. hello unicorn. hello friday night college party (sorry we just walked in).
hello serious american girls.
hello silly american girls.
ah, and hello hot dog mustard (and cream cheese) all over my new blue jeans. good night world.
xoxo,
L
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
HELLO, WORLD. This is Lilly Herrera.
...who made me this shirt.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I need to take a better photo to give justice to this beautiful piece of clothing. For now, my excitement just needs to be documented via Natalie's iPhone.
I am absolutely stoked about the Zach Morris pattern. It's tapered perfect to fit at the waist and still has the most gorgeous movement. Plus, the silk was purchased from goodwill and feels like BUTTER.
Lilly is available through our email, samstagsaturday@gmail.com, for the time being. Prices can be discussed.
A
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I need to take a better photo to give justice to this beautiful piece of clothing. For now, my excitement just needs to be documented via Natalie's iPhone.
I am absolutely stoked about the Zach Morris pattern. It's tapered perfect to fit at the waist and still has the most gorgeous movement. Plus, the silk was purchased from goodwill and feels like BUTTER.
Lilly is available through our email, samstagsaturday@gmail.com, for the time being. Prices can be discussed.
A
Friday, February 12, 2010
How it looks from here.
I used to go to bed early a lot of the time.
I'm not really sure when I stopped caring about sleep, or when it started to feel like a squandering of precious life time. Frankly, I enjoy sleeping. I've read that it is good for your health. I also have some pretty good dreams most of the time, including a real gem recently about a party I attended on Mars with the SRL crew where everyone was dressed in Victorian-era clothing and half the guests were really some sort of hologram-like androids, who were spectacular conversationalists.
But as of late I guess I just realized how many awesome things have been happening to me when in most usual humdrum scenarios I should or could or would have been asleep. Apparently there was a lot I was missing out on. Just snoozing!
When I was in college (back in '09) I took a class called Time Travel Literature, which was every bit as cool as it sounds. We read Eliot, Bergson, Pater, Faulker, Woolf, and Borges. We watched The Terminator, Twelve Monkeys, and La jetée. It was a dream class, really. It started before 8am on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I barely missed one.
We spent a lot of time talking about the totally gangster early 20th century thinker Henri Bergson's concept of durée, which means duration, which is really difficult and wonderful to talk about. I sort of understood it then as meaning forcing yourself to think about time not as a series of distinct, almost concrete units (as on a clock) but as a stretch of indisivible, uncountable freedoms to be and to experience everything subjectively and at the same time. Sounds pretty cool in a pretty abstract way, right? I mean, Bergson was a philosopher and a scientist, but the raddest thing about it is that he wanted to figure time out as it was experienced inside people. So then Henri got it that you can't really make an exact science out of talking about someone's heart. Then he was like, "Huh. Time is just a series of passing images, so it must really just be a creation of our individual imaginations. Because whatever jazzes us up really defines the way we look at life, and therefore, time, right?" And then everyone gave him high-fives. At least that's how I imagine it.
Lately, this whole thing has been making even more sense to me. It explains how easily experiences can make you feel different about the world in front of you. It also explains why Impressionism is so fucking cool. It was all about the way ART gives everybody a sort of multiplied sense of consciousness of what was happening around them, like experiencing a bunch of different lives at the same time, and just feeling so full of it all. It acknowledged that people have different realities, and disparate impressions of the world, but simultaneously it connected everybody by giving them a way to experience the highest quality of moments passing together. Like, this is what it really feels like to exist---look!
In the last three months, I have traveled on six plane trips and one short road trip. I have just been hangin' out in Seattle, Los Angeles, Seattle, Chicago, Seattle, Portland, and Los Angeles, and back to Seattle, just like that, in that order.
Some people travel a lot more than I do, and to farther off destinations. But for me, these were Big Adventures. In fact, they felt Important. I really, really love those moments when time just starts to feel like it's moving both faster and slower than it normally does. I think Henri Bergson would get it, and most people I have been working and creating with lately. You know, when you can just zone out and let your hands do the thinking and feeling for a little bit? Hours go by and you have no idea how--but they did, and you have something to show for it. Like you earned that time by being a part of it.
In the last few months, I have just been feeling like part of it all. That everything else that is happening is just happening, and I just get to be here and enjoy it.That I truly exist!
Here are some moments lately that felt bigger than other moments, and that sometimes I wish would have lasted a little bit longer:
All in all, it's pretty good to exist. Pretty unbeatable.
Love,
A
photo credits: katie, ben, the sirocco research lab, and of course, our lizzie.
I'm not really sure when I stopped caring about sleep, or when it started to feel like a squandering of precious life time. Frankly, I enjoy sleeping. I've read that it is good for your health. I also have some pretty good dreams most of the time, including a real gem recently about a party I attended on Mars with the SRL crew where everyone was dressed in Victorian-era clothing and half the guests were really some sort of hologram-like androids, who were spectacular conversationalists.
But as of late I guess I just realized how many awesome things have been happening to me when in most usual humdrum scenarios I should or could or would have been asleep. Apparently there was a lot I was missing out on. Just snoozing!
When I was in college (back in '09) I took a class called Time Travel Literature, which was every bit as cool as it sounds. We read Eliot, Bergson, Pater, Faulker, Woolf, and Borges. We watched The Terminator, Twelve Monkeys, and La jetée. It was a dream class, really. It started before 8am on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I barely missed one.
We spent a lot of time talking about the totally gangster early 20th century thinker Henri Bergson's concept of durée, which means duration, which is really difficult and wonderful to talk about. I sort of understood it then as meaning forcing yourself to think about time not as a series of distinct, almost concrete units (as on a clock) but as a stretch of indisivible, uncountable freedoms to be and to experience everything subjectively and at the same time. Sounds pretty cool in a pretty abstract way, right? I mean, Bergson was a philosopher and a scientist, but the raddest thing about it is that he wanted to figure time out as it was experienced inside people. So then Henri got it that you can't really make an exact science out of talking about someone's heart. Then he was like, "Huh. Time is just a series of passing images, so it must really just be a creation of our individual imaginations. Because whatever jazzes us up really defines the way we look at life, and therefore, time, right?" And then everyone gave him high-fives. At least that's how I imagine it.
Lately, this whole thing has been making even more sense to me. It explains how easily experiences can make you feel different about the world in front of you. It also explains why Impressionism is so fucking cool. It was all about the way ART gives everybody a sort of multiplied sense of consciousness of what was happening around them, like experiencing a bunch of different lives at the same time, and just feeling so full of it all. It acknowledged that people have different realities, and disparate impressions of the world, but simultaneously it connected everybody by giving them a way to experience the highest quality of moments passing together. Like, this is what it really feels like to exist---look!
In the last three months, I have traveled on six plane trips and one short road trip. I have just been hangin' out in Seattle, Los Angeles, Seattle, Chicago, Seattle, Portland, and Los Angeles, and back to Seattle, just like that, in that order.
Some people travel a lot more than I do, and to farther off destinations. But for me, these were Big Adventures. In fact, they felt Important. I really, really love those moments when time just starts to feel like it's moving both faster and slower than it normally does. I think Henri Bergson would get it, and most people I have been working and creating with lately. You know, when you can just zone out and let your hands do the thinking and feeling for a little bit? Hours go by and you have no idea how--but they did, and you have something to show for it. Like you earned that time by being a part of it.
In the last few months, I have just been feeling like part of it all. That everything else that is happening is just happening, and I just get to be here and enjoy it.That I truly exist!
Here are some moments lately that felt bigger than other moments, and that sometimes I wish would have lasted a little bit longer:
All in all, it's pretty good to exist. Pretty unbeatable.
Love,
A
photo credits: katie, ben, the sirocco research lab, and of course, our lizzie.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR LIZZIE
"I JUST BROKE MY ARM. AND MY EYE LOOKS PRETTY GNARLY TOO. WHATEVER."LIZZIE, AGE 8.
NONCHALANCE PERSONIFIED
the day is here!
lizzie's michael jordan birthday*!
lizzie's michael jordan birthday*!
MY VERY OWN CHICAGO BULLS' MICHAEL JORDAN, 1987NONCHALANCE PERSONIFIED
today is a slam dunk in my book.
because today marks the year that one of my dearest friends, our very own Lizzie, turns 23.
23 years ago today, while michael jordan was just jamming on one of the most prolific scoring seasons in NBA history, scoring 3,000 points in ONE season, to say nothing of his defensive prowess, little elizabeth made her debut.
the world is brighter and shinier because lizzie is in it.
a real German lady
making musical ambiancehappy birthday, ma chèrie, meine liebe. thank you for being my style sister, late-night dancer, and ze perfect partner in crime & in thesamstagblog.blogspot.com. (us!)
zwei bier, bitte?
*"michael jordan birthday" is a sweet term both coined and owned by one ms. katie reardon
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