Friday, December 25, 2009
An Ode to Ugly... I Mean... Homemade Ornaments & Family Heirlooms
Some people like their trees to have a uniform, matchy-matchy type of look. We aren't one of those families, we like our tree eclectic. My family also suffers from having me in it, because I hate throwing away anything sentimental. Countless evidence presented above. The credit for the spiky styrofoam ball in the bottom right goes to my step-sister, Courtney, but I'll claim the rest. I think my favorite is the decorated feather plucked from a feather duster in the fourth grade, found just above Courtney's colorful Christmas ball, which she sneakily attempted to hide on the back of the tree.
School pictures never die. Left - me, circa 4th grade/1994. Right - Courtney, I'm guessing around the same age. Oh, bangs...
After my paternal grandmother, Ma Maw Mary, died, we got this nativity set that is very, very old. Coming into a military family, it's suffered a few bumps and bruises in our many moves, including a decapitated wise man. My dad tried to fix him, again. The flamingos were my addition. It's fitting that Lennon just put on Love Actually for the fifth time, because I was just reminded that there were, in fact, two lobsters present at the birth of Jesus. So flamingos are feasible.
Speaking of Lennon, his wallet was just pulled from the washing machine, after it had been running for thirty minutes. Time to deal with that, and enjoy my new Christmas PJ's.
Labels:
family,
holidays,
traditions
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas Eve!
Keeping up with the American tradition of holiday bustle, I've been non-stop traveling the past few days. After a 48 hours mad dash to get all of my paperwork finished and turned in before leaving, it was off to Little Rock to visit my grandparents.
The drive to Little Rock is nine hours, and ever an odd ball, I like long car rides. It's the only time I can justify fast food, (Taco Bueno!), caramely candy bars, and marathon sing-a-longs. Plus, there's grandparents and friends at the end, as well as the sweaters I had left behind when I moved. It's like a free shopping spree when I can't even remember what I used to own - everything's new again!
After driving back from Little Rock, stopping off for a night in Dallas, getting home long enough to play with kids at Southwest Key and run two loads of laundry, it was back in the car to my Dad's house in Cove. I do regret not getting a chance to ice skate on the top of the Whole Foods building, but I did get to go watch some people cling to the railings for dear life as they skated, which is almost just as good.
At home, it's movies on my Dad's projection screen, last minute trips to Target, M&M's in every room of the house, and waking up on the air mattress to Bella's nose in my face. I love being home at Christmas :)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Adored Austin's Red, White, and Blue Contest
I got an photo mention for my red-white-and-blue outfit on Adored Austin! Indiana held a contest for some lovely necklaces, rings, and other fun accessories, and the necessary entry was a photo in our best patriotic color scheme. I didn't win, but she did collage some of the photos on her blog, and my flag with star antennea costume won a slot - I feel famous!
My entry, the scandalous American flag ensemble:
I just made it back on to my home turf - Little Rock - and will be back in Austin on Monday. Fingers crossed my lovely roommate doesn't wreck the kitchen while I'm gone :) Just kidding, Eiric... I love you.
My entry, the scandalous American flag ensemble:
I just made it back on to my home turf - Little Rock - and will be back in Austin on Monday. Fingers crossed my lovely roommate doesn't wreck the kitchen while I'm gone :) Just kidding, Eiric... I love you.
Friday, December 18, 2009
50 Of The World's Best Design Blogs
The Times Online posted a list of their picks for the top fifty design blogs on the interwebs. If you're girly, domestic, or just visual like me, then you'll probably find more than a few blogs you'll want to follow from here on out. I poked through a few and my eyes are still sore from stretching to take in all of the lovely photographs. I'm including a few teaser pictures of all of the delicious images and ideas there are to peruse from the blogs on this list.
Dinner under the gum tree and open bird cages
Thai paper lotus flowers photo by Ellie Snow at Mint
Can we talk about how much I want the "paper" crane pendant?
Collage by Oh Hello Friend
Collage by Pia Jane Bijerk, partially based in Amsterdam. Her Amsterdam photos are dear to my heart as I lived in the Netherlands for three years, (Never Never Land, according to my 1st grade self).
I admit it. I like blurry pictures of pretty girls staring off at things.
Photo by Daydream Lily
After watching Marie Antoinette on the home theatre screen, I'm feeling a renewed passion for turquoise.
(although I love this blog, I want to poke fun at the name, as well as the Snail and Cyclops - another I love - and start my own mishmash-named-blog called "Lice & Prawns." Don't copy!)
Apparently, I'm not the only one who felt the need to dig up Marie Antoinette for it's lush imagery. Apartment Therapy did, too. I feel stylish now.
The Marie must still be in me, since I was instantly drawn to these lovely cake stands. That, or I've always felt affectionate for vintage tableware, mint green, and peony pink... if you need more proof, see the invitations from my wedding that were never mailed.
With that, I'm going to go survey my own messy domain, maybe reach for a vacuum. Maybe.
Labels:
art,
blogging,
decorating,
links,
motivation,
photos
Ingrid Michaelson: Soundtrack of the Night
"I think I'm ready to win"
"and I am giving up on half empty glasses
and I am giving up on greener grasses"
and I am giving up on greener grasses"
Labels:
music
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Gingerbread House Making & Makers Mark Apple Cider
How do all of these things add up?
Whiskey + Apple Cider + Love Actually + Puppy & Roommates = A Jolly Holiday Evening
After making graham cracker gingerbread houses with my kiddos at work, I wanted to have my own chance at creative candy expression, so I convinced my roommates we needed to have a wild gingerbread house building night of craziness. Spiked apple cider was a must.
Crazy may be a bit lenient, but watching Love Actually for the fourth time this season set the tone for a messy night of Christmas city planning. In the end we had a pool house, a hobo hovel, and a Charlie Brown house.
Sugar, sugar, and more sugar.
The Sims should be proud. Except for the natural disaster that occurred when Bella ate the house on the left. And a cake... but that's a different story.
Notice the hobo hovel is even roasting a gummy bear over a red hot M&M flame. Crispy. And there is a cinnamon Santa Claus on top of the pool house, with gummy bear reindeer behind him.
How do you celebrate the holidays with your friends?
Labels:
holidays,
life in general
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Holiday Traditions, Step Families, and Adaptability
My unexpected trip home on Monday night meant I got to enjoy the fruits of our Christmas-tree-decorating a little extra. We don't have one in our apartment, because of the combined depressing facts: we're broke, and a tree simply wouldn't fit. We hardly fit.
Christmas tree decorating has been a Thanksgiving break tradition since I was little, and it's one of the traditions that my mom, dad and I share with my step-family. The first holiday/s spent with my step-family took some getting used to, as they did things different than the way I always had with my family when my mom was alive. As much as I liked my new family, I couldn't help but be a bit resentful initially that everything and everyone was so drastically different, which I suppose, in retrospect, is an emotion typical of the mourning cycle. (As I write, this "In My Life" by the Beatles comes on Pandora.... well timed, Pandora, well timed).
Now, I love my step-family very much, and all new traditions have become old hat after five (six?) years. So, keeping up with precedent, we decorated the same fake tree my dad bought at either K-Mart or the PX when I was in second grade, (and it still looks impressive for an aging, plastic tree), over Thanksgiving break.
Lennon gets roped into helping my dad assemble the tree. Translation: "stand here and be useful."
My neice, Shelby's, favorite game with Aunt Courtney = aeronautics + dancing to Christmas music.
Aunt Amanda gets in on the fun, but isn't nearly as cool as Aunt Courtney. Regardless, Bella is jealous of this other puppy-like-thing stealing the attention of her momma.
Amy, (Shelby's momma), Courtney, Shelby, Bitsy, and Carla, trying to keep Shelby from knocking over a marble side table.
When I was little, my dad would pick me up to put this vintage angel from my Grandmother Mary on the top of the tree. I may have gained a bit of weight since then. Height to the rescue.
The extent of our own holiday decor: a string of red lights and a string of multi-colored, thumb tacked to the walls and ceiling. I like it.
What traditions do you have on the holidays? I'm also curious about the experiences of other people who've had to assimilate into a new world order of family, traditions, and everything else. Ha - another good example - trying to find a Christmas tree in Izmir, Turkey, my ninth grade year! Thank goodness for two foot pipe cleaner trees from the PX. We certainly didn't ship the monster tree with us overseas. After moving back stateside, it became a new tradition to have a "Turkish tree" decorated with "ornaments" bought from the Konak Bazaar - copper stars and moons, mini-mittens. Now all those ornaments are in a box in my closet, and I'm carefully saving them for my future family tree.
Labels:
decorating,
family,
holidays
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Urinetown & The Day The Water Stopped, Plus Happy Eggs for Good Measure
It's true that a person can never plan for anything, as there's usually a wrench to come along and interrupt whatever we had previously planned out.
For example: yesterday, after work, (I had taken a few of my girls on a field trip to see Precious - more on that later), I wanted to come home, do a bit o'blogging, make smoked gouda macaronni and cheese, and go see the Girl Guitar showcase at Antone's. Instead, I came home to learn that a water pipe had broken under our apartment and the water was shut off indefinitely, but would not be on any sooner than the following afternoon.
Excuse me!?
No running water for ten minutes or more = post-apocalyptic conditions to me. I'm a neurotic germaphobe who must wash her hands no later than five minutes after walking in the door, and the idea of no flushing toilets in a house with two boys sounds... ghastly, and I had no drinking water for myself or the dog. Plus teeth brushing? Showering in the morning? Straight, fine hair like mine does not tolerate a day without washing.
To further my neurosis, I started pondering the possibility of a waterless future and how terrible it will be the day that there's never again going to be fresh water coming out of the tap. If you've been around this blog a bit, you may remember that I've talked about water worries before. At Nolanville Elementary, way back in the fourth grade, I wrote a short story called "The Day The Water Stopped" about a town's water source getting clogged by trash and a Sand Lot-esque young man saving the day with a huge recycling project. (So if you're wondering, yes, I've always had a granola mentality).
But not being one to sit around and fret, (too much), I did the only reasonable thing: packed my bag, packed the dog, packed the boy, and went to my dad's house in Copperas Cove for the night.
What could be better than a spontaneous road trip that comes with a Taco Bueno stop, Zeigenbock six packs from a gas station, movie marathons in a home theatre room (hello! where was this when I actually lived at home?), sleeping in, waking up to the doorbell at 10AM and a man saying he's there to fix the sprinkler system and needs to turn the water for the house off....
Um, what!? I fled Austin to find a house with running water, and here, at the threshold of my water asylum, was a man telling me he needed to turn the water off before I'd even had a shower. Fate is cruel!
Luckily, he wasn't, and he agreed to wait an hour, giving me time to enjoy the shower I'd driven 1.5 hours to get, (3 hours round trip).
Stressful indeed, but at the end of the day, happy eggs at Egg Town restaurant made everything better.
Although, my post-apocalyptic-no-water-nightmare has already been fully realized in the musical Urinetown.
In the show, water is scarce, so in order to ration the supply, a large corporation charges the citizens a per-pee fee in a public restroom, and renegade pee-ers are hauled off to the mysterious Urinetown where they are never seen again. Hysterical and grim, I offer up the opening musical act, and encourage watching to at least the 2:50 mark.
Labels:
frustrations,
life in general,
misc,
musicals
Friday, December 11, 2009
An Open Letter To University Students, And Other Riduclous Winter Wear Wearers
Dear UT Students and People Who Dress Like UT Students,
In the past few weeks, the weather in sunny central Texas has taken an unpleasant turn towards cold and dank. In light of these chilly conditions, it has come to my attention that many central Texans, especially those walking on the UT campus or, worse, leaving UT campus to venture into more public arenas, must not know how to dress for temperatures that cause chill bumps to rise on one's skin. Evidence of this is prevalent anywhere girls between the ages of 16-22 can be found.
In light of this dilema, I have provided examples of several absurd outfits that have recently paraded about Austin, posing as acceptable winter clothing. I wish to inform the wearers, that not only are these outfits inadequate for cold weather, (and yes, I've lived in the great frozen north, I know how to bundle up), but they look plain silly. Or, perhaps I am just behind on my fashion, or worse, am overlooking the practicalities of these ensembles; if this is the case, please explain them to me via email or comment.
The "running shorts over leggings or tights with athletic shoes and a hoodie" creation. It seems counter-intuitive (at least to me) to pair two non-winter items, thinking they will combine into a winter-worthy piece. Remember the adage: two wrongs don't make a right? That applies here. PS - hoodies are not coats.
ridiculous winter outfit #2
The classic "my butt is burning but my feet are feezing" mini-skirt + Ugg boot combination. While I appreciate the symmetry of applying faux fur to both the lower and top halves of one's body, I still can not fathom how a mini skirt creates enough warmth to keep one's cheeks sufficiently cozy. Worse, the last time I saw this outfit in action was Tuesday, on a high school campus, on a teenage mother who had just had baby #2. Let's not even start to talk about the power of suggestion.
ridiculous winter outfit #3
Finally, there is the "Ugg-boots-tucked-over-sweat-pants-with-a-preppie-coat" concotion. Seriously? You have enough sense to wear a nice coat but wear it over baggy house pants tucked geekily into boots? I must be getting old, because this outfit makes me giggle.
Since the theme of the above ensembles seems to be comfort, (perhaps with the exception of outfit #2), I offer the following, simple, basic, classic elements of winter weather wear. These require no thought between bed and class, but at least make one look presentable enough so as not to appear like the bottom of a hamper was the origins of the outfit.
not ridiculous winter clothes
Blue jeans, a bag actually worthy of carrying books, a warm coat, cardigans acceptable for public appearances, and if you must - an Ugg shoe I actually don't hate - faux fur and all.
And if you protest that no one judges their classmates on a college campus, I have to confess, finally - I laughed at all the girls who wore PJ pants and equally ridiculous, sloppy items to class all through my university studies, and I wasn't the only one.
Love,
Amanda
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Neutral Milk Hotel & Girl Guitar Showcase
Wednesday night marked week four of my adventures with Girl Guitar Austin's beginner class. Now the scary part starts: choosing a song and practicing for the February Girl Guitar showcase - which I'll be in!
I already knew going in to the class what song I want to do: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. Not expecting Mandy (or most people... but then again, I'm way behind the rest of the world and should probably give everyone else more credit for being hipper than I) to know the song, I had anticipated having to send her links and YouTube videos, etc, so she can help me learn it. But when I told her, she got really excited and said she loves that song. And then she asked me if I had the album On Avery Island, which I don't, so she gave me a copy. How awesome is that!?
Just in case you don't know the song, (and the other two ladies in class didn't), you have to hear it. And I'm choosing the Anne Frank tribute video because the album is "a concept album about Anne Frank," which is a really beautiful idea unto itself - Indie rock honoring history.
When I try to learn songs, I watch how other people have done the song acoustically to try and get my strumming right. In the process of looking at covers for this song, I fell in love. Twice.
Love #1:
Love #2:
Hopefully I can figure out how to sing this without straining to go deeper than God and my vocal chords intended, but you'll have to see for yourself how it turns out - in February!
Until then, I highly recommend checking out the next upcoming Girl Guitar Showcase - it's going to be on Monday, doors at 7pm, at Antone's, and there will also be some local artists, jewelry makers, etc, there to make it extra girly and fun. I actually get off work early enough to go that night - yay final exams! (Just don't tell my kids I said that).
I already knew going in to the class what song I want to do: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. Not expecting Mandy (or most people... but then again, I'm way behind the rest of the world and should probably give everyone else more credit for being hipper than I) to know the song, I had anticipated having to send her links and YouTube videos, etc, so she can help me learn it. But when I told her, she got really excited and said she loves that song. And then she asked me if I had the album On Avery Island, which I don't, so she gave me a copy. How awesome is that!?
Just in case you don't know the song, (and the other two ladies in class didn't), you have to hear it. And I'm choosing the Anne Frank tribute video because the album is "a concept album about Anne Frank," which is a really beautiful idea unto itself - Indie rock honoring history.
When I try to learn songs, I watch how other people have done the song acoustically to try and get my strumming right. In the process of looking at covers for this song, I fell in love. Twice.
Love #1:
Love #2:
Hopefully I can figure out how to sing this without straining to go deeper than God and my vocal chords intended, but you'll have to see for yourself how it turns out - in February!
Until then, I highly recommend checking out the next upcoming Girl Guitar Showcase - it's going to be on Monday, doors at 7pm, at Antone's, and there will also be some local artists, jewelry makers, etc, there to make it extra girly and fun. I actually get off work early enough to go that night - yay final exams! (Just don't tell my kids I said that).
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Etsy Gift Picks for a Texas Heart (and everyone else's, too)
My family likes to make Kaboodle lists long before Christmas, and then go physically shopping for presents with frequent stops for snacks and Starbucks. While I'm all about some snacks, (and family), I much prefer to sit and home and let my mouse do the walking. I also love supporting home-grown, hand-sewn products, which is why I browse Etsy as opposed to the rest of the web. Because of this, I am super sad that I missed the Austin Etsy Craft Riot this past weekend, but staff parties (and sleeping in) commanded my attention. All that over-blown lead up finished, here are my favorite Etsy finds for, oh, the past twenty minutes.
Creamer in Spring Green by AbbyTPottery - I actually like all of the pieces that go with this set, but something about a fat, squat jar with a handle and spout screams "must acquire NOW" to me.
Hot Pink Felt Texas by LoveCalifornia - My heart may belong to Arkansas, but Austin suits my soul.
Magical Exploding Frog Soap by HowardsHome. 'Nuff said. (although, it's also worth mentioning that sales go to benefit their son's hospital bills).
Japanese lunch bag by Little Sappling - it's a draw string bag, no, it's a lunch sack, no, it's a placemat... either way, no crusty crumbs permanently stuck in the bottom of the bag!
Alice Cullen wool gloves by BoopieCreations - as I type this, my hands and fingers are freezing. I wish I had these so I could both type and not have icicle fingers.
Damask camera strap with lens holder by denisehytonen - I bought a similar one from Mod via Etsy recently, and I love it.
Animal Pastimes 2010 calendar by SadlyHarmless - I liked almost every calendar that I found when I searched, but this one had the cutest pictures. It also reminds me of the paint licking giraffe at the Little Rock zoo that I am so very fond of.
Gin and Tonic Moustache Wax by MansFaceStuff - mostly I think this is funny because it fits a stereotype, and second, because Lennon is all about his hair goop and always proclaims, "I'm a Dapper Dan Man!" Plus moustaches should be the new beards. Or I just like nifty containers. It's a toss-up.
Poofy Tutu Skirt by Oblivion Clothing - a tutu for adults!? I'd wear it everyday.
And if you were lame like me and missed the Austin Etsy Craft Riot, then you can still check out the pictures here. I can't believe I missed out on Santa! Did anyone go and find anything they love?
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Strawberry Fields Forever: John Lennon, Andrew Zuckerman's Wisdom, and Hug-a-Lennon
9 October 1940 - 8 December 1980
We All Shine On
One of the books on my Christmas list this year is Wisdom by Andrew Zuckerman. It features photographs and interviews with fifty writers, actors, artists, designers, politicians, musicians, religious and business leaders who are all over sixty-five years old. People interviewed include the Dalai Lama, Ted Kennedy, Desomd Tutu, Nelson Mandela, Madeline Albright, and my personal favorite: Jane Goodall.
I heard about this book from Jim Burke, the teacher every teacher aspires to be, when he mentioned it as supplemental reading for Herman Hesse's Sidhartha. It seems an appropriate mention on the anniversary of John Lennon's death, as his ideas of peace permiate Zuckerman's book.
If ordering a book isn't on your agenda, then you can always celebrate John Lennon's life the way I did: hug-a-living-Lennon. Unless they're making scary faces like this. Then wait till later.
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books,
love notes
Sunday, December 6, 2009
The Seven Deadly Sins of Staff Parties and Other Serious Business
Photo by Isto-Ica
In the past few years of teaching, I repeatedly commited the cardinal sin of office parties: I skipped them. Usually, the school hosted a round of bowling at a local alley, and teachers were randomly teamed in threes, as well as tasked to bring finger foods and put off any grudges towards department heads, administrators, or any other teacher that just annoyed the crap out of us in the teacher's lounge. No thanks, I'll pass. The fact that I hate bowling (gasp - I'm un-American), was only number three on the list of reasons I opted out of attending.
This year, in after-school programming, I've already attended one staff party, and have at least two more on my calendar before the season is over. Lucky for me, one of these is going to be hosted at a restaurant that I really like, and it would be silly to turn down free food. Liking my co-workers is also a plus, but none-the-less, I waddled around my house all day Saturday and never got my baking act together, so I almost showed up empty-handed to office party #1. Another sin. So, to help others avoid the mistakes I so easily stack up, here are:
The Seven Deadly Sins of Staff Parties
1) Not going. Nothing says to your boss "I don't want to spend any more time around you people than mandated," than skipping the party. It's especially a bad move if no one wants to attend said party, and everyone ends up bitterly resenting the skippers. Don't be a skipper.
2) Arriving empty handed. Most parties require bringing a side item, a beverage, or some variety of white elephant gift. On Saturday I didn't bring a white elephant gift, leaving my hosts to scramble around their house for something they were willing to give up so that I could participate. Talk about feeling guilty. Also, everyone who did bring gifts brought random, funny crap - like the hand carved, spread wing Eagle figurine, or the sausage pig candle holder. My "gift" ended up being a VHS copy of Junior. I'm sure my hosts are missing that cinematic treasure right about now.
3) Bringing store bought baked goods. "Hello, my name is lazy - can I please come in and put my HEB box of cookies next to your hand tossed tabouleh salad with finger crushed pistachios?" Yeah, I was also guilty of this on Saturday. As penance, I also brought wine. Which leads me to...
4) Drinking too much. Everyone warns against this, and everyone does so for a reason. A sloppy drunk is not soon forgotten. Save it for Sixth Street and the throngs of anonymous people who won't remember your face if you happen to vomit on their shoes.
5) Revealing water cooler secrets to the whole guest list. Oh, I'm sorry, you mean you hadn't told all of your cubicle mates about your toe nail fungus problem? Don't sweat it, our boss got crabs from the chick in accounting. I mean...
6) Staying too long. You don't win points if the host sends out a text to someone, (say... me), that says "When are they going to leave? I'm old and want to go to bed." Received about 10:30 PM on Saturday. Glad I left at 8!
7) Taking someone from work home with you. While I'm sure most offices are highly incestuous after-hours, there's no need to make that move after you're three wine coolers deep and starting to think you could care less what rumors are spread about you, because, hey - this isn't middle school. Um, yes. Yes it is middle school. Perhaps worse. Save the pick-ups for crowds where everyone doesn't know your name, social security number, and place of employment. It's just bad news.
Is there anything I missed? Not having two straight weeks of holiday makes me seriously ponder going back to teaching, bowling and all. But then again, not having to write a semester test may make up the difference.
And if anyone has any funny office party stories to share, I would love to hear them.
Friday, December 4, 2009
A Thorn & A Rose: The Austin Snow Fail + My Own Domain Name!
I like my job, don't get me wrong, but what is better than an unexpected day at home, where your main objective is to stay warm and not go outside? Maybe I should become a mountain hermit, I believe they have similar goals.
Regardless of the weather man's bucket-o-fail prediciton, I'm happy it's cold. And last night was First Thursday on South Congress, and poor Mr. Lennon had to canvas people for his new job out on the harsh, windswepped sidewalk. Feeling compassionate, I went by Starbucks when I got off work at 8PM to pick up a large, black coffee (even though he says Starbucks should really be called char-bucks) for him, and a spiced chai tea for myself. I had grandiose plans to present him with the surprise visit and beverage, thus making his evening brighter.
If he'd had a phone, I would have known that he actually left South Congress at 8PM, and I wouldn't have had to walk up and down up and down clutching my two cups sadly to my chest, never finding him. My mittens are now coffee stained. It's ok, though, because it gave me an excuse to stare at all of the people as I scanned crowds for him, and I love people watching and peering into shop windows.
On that high note, my other big and wonderful piece of news is:
I registered for my own domain name! If you have my page bookmarked or coming to your feed reader, please update the link to www.dishevelledstars.com
I figured I could spring for the $10 it took to stake my claim in the cyber world, but my readers - whether few and far between or hiding in the shadows - would make the purchase worth its cost if all relevant channels to this site were updated. Thank you thank you!
Labels:
Austin,
blogging,
frustrations,
life in general
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Rio Rita + A Few Tips On How to Tip a Waiter
The first place I ever went in Austin was Rio Rita, near 6th street in East Austin. This, of course, is if I don't count the few trips to Highland Mall I've made with my step-sisters on our regular day-after-Christmas-pilgrimage to Austin for the past few years that we've been a family. Rio Rita was my first night out in Austin, where I met Eirik before going to watch him host the weekly poetry slam down the street at the Scoot Inn.
The website claims that it is a "swanky lounge" at night, and this is an accurate description. I really didn't feel cool enough to be there, nor have I ever since then, but the bloody Mary's (also known as mini-salads) are so damn good that I'm going to keep wearing my hipster cloak so I can sneak in. If I could present the drool that just filled my mouth when I typed out the words "bloody Mary" as evidence, then you'd know that Pavlov didn't lie, and neither do I. They are fan-freaking-tastic, but will burn you like a scorned ex-girlfriend, so chase it with water if you're a wimp like me.
In thinking about restaurants, I wanted to post a few notes about proper tipping etiquette, as I don't feel these rules have been shared with enough people. When I made my first trip to Rio Rita, I was surviving off my tips as a waitress at the Killeen Bennigan's, since I'd left my job of teaching high school kids to read real good so that I could move here. And when I say "surviving off tips," I really mean stuffing my pockets with nickels so I'd make a cool jingly sound when I walked, then bumming actual dollars off my friends and family so I could eat, (thanks guys).
So, in the spirit of the holiday season, exorcise your inner scrooge, and follow my tipping guide to make sure that you aren't short-changing any of the gracious wait staff you encounter at your favorite eateries:
Rules for Tipping Like You Care About Human Life:
1) Tip 20%. This is not difficult to figure out. 10% = moving the decimal place over ONE SPOT. For example, if your bill is $17.83, then 10% is $1.78. Now double this to get 20%. And if you either don't know how to add in your head, or want to double insure that you aren't a jerk, then ROUND UP to the next whole number. So your final tip should be either $3.60 for the thrifty diner, or man up, and tip a full $4.00. That waiter probably spent at least an hour tending to your table. Don't you think he or she at least deserves 4/hour for their time?
2) TIP FOR THE WHOLE BILL. Not the discounted bill. Not minus what you sent back. Not the cost after coupon. So this rule should be broken down into three parts:
a) You didn't like something and the cost was deleted. Tip as if the price were still on the bill.
b) You ordered something and exchanged it for something else. That's double the work. And in both this scenario and the one above, your server has to track down the manager, display the rejected dish, explain the reason for the send back, get the manager to delete the charge from the bill, (tracking down a manager can be like hunting wildabeasts in New York), explain to the cooks what was wrong, wait on the new dish in neglect of other tables so it can be brought back ASAP, and then the waiter must be really apologetic as though it were their fault you didn't like the dish they had no hand in making.
c) You had a coupon. 20% off. Kids eat free. Whatever. Tip as though you didn't have it.
3) Keep in mind that your waiter is not: the cook, the bar tender, or the manager. Your waiter has no control over how long the food takes to make, how it tastes, or how long it takes for your drink to come up at the bar. Do not punish the waiter because the kitchen staff and/or bar staff is slow. Note: it is also not the waiter's fault if the dishwasher quits at the beginning of shift, and no food can come out until all of the backed up dishes have been cleaned so there's a fresh plate to serve your dinner on.
4) At most restaurants, your waiter will tip out the host, the kitchen staff, and the bussers. That means that 3% of your $4 tip does not stay in his or her pocket. Most hosts only get this 3% as their pay. I once busted my butt filling in as a host for a four hour shift and only made $20. Mad? Indeed I was. Let's not even talk about how much my master's degree cost. $20 bucks for four hours? Grumble grumble.
5) $5 is not the universal tip for a large bill. Don't look at your $45 dollar bill and think that throwing down a fiver is decent compensation because five bucks to you seems like a lot of money. Do the math. 20%.
Eirik accusing me of leaving dishes in the sink at home. This is why we eat out. And tip well. Dirty dishes are gross, especially other people's.
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
What To Get the Writer Who Has Everything? Cormac McCarthy's Typewriter + A Trip to the Austin Typewriter Museum
If you like to romanticize the act of writing in the same way that I do, then you probably have fantasies about parchment paper, black ink fountain pens, and antique typewriters. And this fetish isn't limited to the writing utensils themselves, but extends to all kitchy things that incorporate my favorite writing utensils as art deco add-ons. I'm sorry pink Sony Vaio, for as much as I love you, I would totally have an affair with a dashing gentleman dressed daringly all in black and named Oliver. I also have no fear of unleashing my inner "nerdy secretary" and decorating my walls with risque pin-ups of vintage machines that really know how to "push my buttons." This, of course, means that the man sporting a well-inked necktie around me would quickly find himself not wearing it anymore.
But, for the typewriter enthusiast who has everything...
Cormac McCarthy's portable Olivetti typewriter circa 1963 is going up for auction at Christie's on Friday, and is expected to fetch a paltry $15,000 - $20,000. That's a pretty $250 per word he ever typed on the machine. I bet it never gave him the blue screen of death.
I used to have two old typewriters that I never replaced the ribbons on, so I ended up leaving them with my ex-fiance when I moved away. Regrettable, now, as one was a gift from my mom purchased at an antique store in Florence, Texas. Perhaps one day, when space allows, I'll go shopping for a new mechanical muse.
In the near future, I'll have to settle some of my cravings and pay a visit to the Typewriter Museum here in Austin over by Rio Rita. Has anyone been - is it really a typewriter exhibit space?
I'm also curious if anyone else prefers typewriters to computers? Or, (gasp), writing long hand?
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