Tuesday, October 30, 2012

First Aid Kit: Hurricane Sandy

If Hurricane Sandy were a Halloween costume...


My First Aid Kit for Hurricane Sandy

Jake and Lanie
An apartment with a view
A blow up air mattress with a super awesome cloud nine cozy comforter (in a very Rudy pattern)
A purple bath towel (A Rudy Color)
Plenty of weathervanes
Boxes of wine
Yummy homemade Indian food
Flashlights
Candles
A jazzy red emergency backup radio
Lots of plugs for charging lots of gadgets
Anna’s ginger thins
Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups
Apples from the farmers market
Cozy socks
Comfy pajama bottoms
College sweatshirts (Columbia. Check. OSU. Check)
Homemade veggie sandwiches (instructions from Mayor Bloomberg himself)
Magazines
Messy hair
Mascara (can’t function without eyes)
Homework
Blogs
Coffee
Colored Pencils
A 4 year old to stop by and color with
Lots of calls from multiple moms and dads in multiple states outside of NYC
The New York Times for up to the minute news and events
Awesome friends and family checking in all along the way

This cup is for Jake and Lanie–this safety kit would not exist without you, and for that I am eternally grateful. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

Happy Halloween Everyone:)

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Cups and Cups of October in NYC



This cup is for Sam, Nimish & Lauren. Thanks for sharing the cups with me.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

I'm bleeding


Fond memories of stumbling upon this gem in Los Angeles, CA on the day of the 2008 election

I don’t normally like to talk politics. Well, lets back up–I like to talk politics depending on the setting. If I am in a bar having a drink I would be happy to talk about politics if it happens to come up in conversation. If I am at a little kid’s birthday party, I don’t want to talk about politics. If I am out on a run I might consider talking about politics, but only around mile 5, and only for about a half a mile. If I am painting, I don’t want to think about politics. If I am thinking about my career, international affairs, helping others, and making the world a better place, I will probably mention something about politics and then I will probably talk about it.

Recently I had a professional look over my resume—as they peered over their horn rim glasses, after studying the page, she said “Well, clearly you bleed blue.” Suddenly it dawned on me–politics is not something I choose to talk about or partake in, politics is a part of who I am because I actively participate in the political world–however you define “political.” Sure, I have something to say about what I think or feel–everyone should. I once had a long political discussion with a dear friend–one of my best friends (who happens to bleed red)– who asked me where my blue blood came from? And I explained that it came from the people and experiences that have filled my life and shaped who I am. All of our perspectives and backgrounds, thoughts and ideas, people and places, shape who we are. From those deep roots where we come from, to those far-reaching corners of our lives, from those good times and from those bad times–we bleed–be it red or blue. We are supposed to–it is how we survive.

We are not all supposed to be the same. This week I talked with a mentor who told me that the best conversations that we (as people) can have are with those who think differently from us. What do we gain from agreeing all the time? What do we learn from those who finish our sentences and always respond with “Yes! Exactly!” How do we really broaden our horizons if we are constantly surrounded by people who always agree, hold the same thoughts and ideas, and share the same values and beliefs? The truth is, we need others to challenge us, just as we should challenge others. We need to push each other to ask questions, inquire, and gain new perspectives. We need to learn from one another. Everyone has something to bring to the table, and we are all allowed to agree to disagree.

What we can’t tolerate is turning our backs on one another. What we can’t risk is broken friendships and broken ties over disagreements and different perspectives. What we must hold (above all) is respect for one another. What we must keep is the peace. What we must do is participate–because if we don’t, no one wins. We are given an incredible opportunity–the opportunity to participate in our democracy. We are able to vote. Whether you are political or not, think about it, this is an incredibly powerful thing. People around the world are risking their lives everyday to do what many of us take for granted–vote.

Things are getting political. There are 17 days until the Presidential election. These are exciting times. Whether you bleed red, blue, or purple, the election should get your heart pumping. So, while friends and family who know me best would argue, that I in fact do like to talk politics, it is probably because it is in my blood, and I know it is in their blood. It is in your blood. It is in our blood. It is living and breathing inside all of us. And so I encourage everyone to go out and vote–red, blue, purple, and every shade in-between.  

This cup is for Brooke & Sasha: who challenge my blue blood with their red blood–and know that no matter what colors we bleed we will be friends forever.

And here is an extra little treat to start your day thanks to the very talented Ingrid Michaelson
Blood Brothers

Friday, October 19, 2012

Happily Ever After



Love has been on my mind lately–not just any love–but that deep heart throbbing love. This kind of love gathers in a lump in the back of your throat, fills your lungs and makes your chest feel heavy. This kind of love tests your emotions– pushing you to laugh or to cry, makes your heart beat a little bit faster– and triggers an uncontrollable smile that is so big it hurts your cheekbones.

Last weekend I attended a wedding for a friend I have known my entire life–a friend I consider family. As I sat under the trees, a golden glow reflecting off the faces of those in attendance, I felt that heart throbbing love as they exchanged vows, blessings, and lifetime promises to one another. As their parents, family, and friends gathered together to celebrate their love, that heart throbbing feeling filled the air. Did you know I am a hopeless romantic? This is probably thanks to the many years that I spent engrossed in fairy tales watching Cinderella and Beauty find that heart throbbing love…Or maybe it’s because I have grown up surrounded by so many people who truly love one another. Regardless–spending the weekend surrounded by love was the perfect way to celebrate on a crispy fall October day.

Community Blessing

We your community of family and friends
Wish upon you all these blessings…

…in your autumns of great abundance

…in your winters of immense expectations

…in your springs of hard work and execution

…and in your summers of cultivation and caring for one another.

May you both live to see this cycle renew itself for many years to come.
~Lanie & Jake Tracer, October 14, 2012

This cup is for Lanie & Jake: I will never forget dancing under the twinkle lights... Cheers! To happily ever after

And for those of you that haven’t been to a wedding in a while, check out some of my favorites:

Love Actually

Jim and Pam’s Wedding

Father of the Bride





Thursday, October 4, 2012

It’s not always glitter and lights



New York city is not always glitter and lights–and the last few days have felt glum. I think it is that transition from summer to fall, where it is not quite cold enough to pull on your favorite sweater. I think it is that transition in time, where no amount of coffee can wake you up, and all you are left with is a dehydrated headache. Maybe it is a loss of space–that you can’t quite fold up your things into a tiny corner of your own–that everything is shared–you are constantly moving over, shifting around, pulling the sheets over your head to drown out the light and wishing that your earplugs would stifle the noise. Maybe it is the late trains that leave you on the platform for an extra 20 minutes, setting you back a whole hour and slicing your day in half. It could be the rain. A rain that doesn’t smell like fresh pine and cedar, but instead is a muddy haze that makes even the brightest corners of the city look dull. This glum could be a result of too many blocks in wet boots, and soggy socks. Or it could just be an invasion of the mind taking over the body–a fight between the head and the heart– a battle of the inside with the outside.

In the midst of gray three things happened: I witnessed a fistfight on the corner of Broadway and Price between two complete strangers. Obviously the gray gloom had gotten the worst of them, and they could no longer contain their frustration, and so they took it out on each other. As I dodged puddles and made my way to a favorite nearby cafĂ©–my refuge– the woman behind me barked at the waiter–clearly dumping her gloom onto someone else. When he asked her if she was finished she snapped, “Well do you think I am going to eat the cup and saucer too?” The woman sitting next to me, about 75 years old, ordered a glass of wine at 11AM, a sure sign that her gray morning could only be cured with a toast to the clouds.

Fortunately, for me, I was able to share my gray matter with a friend who was there and at the ready, who was happy to listen, ready to respond, and always makes me smile. How lucky am I?

And so just like a storm, the gray matter will pass. The best advice I received was this:

Write down how you feel today and read it tomorrow…you will be pleasantly surprised.

How I feel today: Today I feel overwhelmed. Price elasticity, supply and demand, normal and inferior goods, total revenue, monopolies, oligopolies, internships and summer plans are taking over my brain, leaving me little time to run, sleep or explore. I miss the trees, the ocean, and my yellow lab. I close my eyes and picture my feet hitting the trails in Forest Park. I open my eyes. I stand up and stretch. I head for the kitchen for another cup. The clouds will clear. Tomorrow is a new day.

This cup is for anyone who is brave enough to walk in the rain without an umbrella. Cheers!