Blogs July 2007


I just saw one of the most moving films I've seen in a long time, Once, about two musicians who happen to meet on a dreary Dublin street late one night and...well, you'll have to watch it to find out the rest. But at one point one of them ends up rolling her vacuum behind her through the city.

What does this have to do with handbags? It's exactly how I feel whenever I carry a purse. For me, it's either my trusty backpack (even weight on shoulders, lots of pockets, leaves me hands-free) or coat pocket (anyone's will do, as long as we're out together).

OK, OK, or it's my grandmother-in-law's hand-me-down vintage art deco evening purse. It's the exception because it's utterly unique and beautiful in its own right. Many of the bags we selected for today's tip are one-of-a-kind and made to last too, so whether Read the full post... 
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Everyone looks really bad in hi-def anyway. Promise.

Seriously - my recommendation on how to recycle your old TV? Keep your old one until it doesn't work anymore. Or if you are moving to a foreign country that doesn't accept your volt/watt needs? Do what I did, and give it to Jenifer Morgan, Senior Editor extraordinaire. (Oh, OK, sell it on Craigslist or post it to Freecycle - JM already has a TV.)

There's a reason the reduce and reuse comes generally before the recycle. (Oooh - preachy. So unlike me!)

-Heather...off to set the DVR on my old Toshiba... Read the full post... 
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There are a lot of real animals who need people out there, and a lot of people who need animals. Sometimes it just takes an introduction. For some time, I worked as a docent at the Lindsay Wildlife Museum - an organization that treats injured wildlife and re-releases them. In cases where the animals will never be fit for release, the museum employs them as wildlife ambassadors through educational programs, visitor interaction, and natural history exhibits - all with a mind to keeping the animals stimulated and comfortable (raptors, for example, sit on perches high above visitors and get several months time away from the museum each year). Now and then, I'd get to jess up the resident barn owl and share his unique life story with visitors. And although I grew up surrounded by pets, it was always a miraculous thing to earn the trust of Read the full post... 
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Q: What takes the place of a dog toy and a gym membership?

A: A towel.

While you can spend your entire paycheck on pet accoutrements (I'm thinking of one Biter in particular), some of the best pet playthings in life are free.

Just look at my dog back home, Junior. He's a big guy, so you can get a workout just trying to get stuff away from him. Grab an old towel to wrestle him with and it's on 

-Toshio...off to work it out...

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Yep. That is what I feed Snack these days. Chicken byproductByproduct - just the word is repugnant.

Makes me wanna hurl.

Fact is, though, Snack is a special little guy (and I mean special in a politically correct, feline kinda way). He's got issues. He's not so coordinated. He slams into the window if raindrops are falling down it. Watching him run is sort of like viewing a toddler just getting in stride - you cringe slightly, waiting for the inevitable crash. In short, he's not the brightest bulb on the kitty tree. And alongside that, he's got severe digestive issues, so he's on prescription cat food - for the rest of his awesome little life, according to the vet. No organics for him unless they come up with a version that will keep him as healthy as the prescript stuff...

Such a catch-22... I want to keep the Read the full post... 
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This is hardly the tip that's going to save the world. In fact, some would say dressing up your pet is tantamount to animal cruelty.

My friend's mom used to dress up her shih tzu for every occasion. He was Saint Nick on Xmas Day, Cupid for Valentine's, and greeted all the trick-or-treaters on Halloween as a pumpkin. It made me a little sick, but Fitzy loved the attention. Just don't try to dress up my lab-collie mix (we think) back home, or he'll give you the bad kind of bite.

-Toshio...off to vomit from the cuteness of some of the outfits in today's Wanna Trys... Read the full post... 
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Years ago, I babysat our family cat Thumper-an outdoor, mountain cat-in my little San Francisco apartment. With the help of two annoying Norweigian houseguests, Thumper escaped from the apartment, and only after several days of tears and searching did I find him. Two days after his return, the apartment was thick with tiny little jumping, biting bugs. Ugh! Desperate, and with itchy red calves and a sense of general repulsion, I resorted to a no-doubt very unnatural fumigating solution...and despite carpet cleanings, and scrubbings, and vacuuming galore, it never really got back to feeling like home sweet home.

But least Thumper got a non-toxic bath and flea-comb treatment. Not. Fun. For. Either. Of. Us. But in the end, his soft furry bod was a lot more cuddle-up-able than the fumigated carpet.

-Jenifer Morgan...off to admire Read the full post... 
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Don't call me this weekend. Or email. Or knock on my door. Or try to make plans. Or expect me to workout, or even to sleep for that matter. I will be holed up in my room from Saturday morning onward, reading the final book until my eyes burn and pop further out of my head than Dobby's, aimlessly reaching for salted almonds, probably drooling slightly. (OK, OK, I'll most likely have finished it by the end of the day on Saturday, and if he's dead, you can come over and save me from my wine-soaked angst over the death of a fictitious, teenage, um, wizard).

Oh yes, I am that much of a Harry-Potter-loving geek. The fact that the book's paper has a higher recycled content? Gravy.

For me (and my sister-in-law and about a million little kids all over the world), it's the end of an era. Never again will there be this point in Read the full post... 
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It just started last weekend. I woke up Sunday morning with a bunch of mosquito bites. Monday I had a few fresh ones, so I ruled out the possibility that this was a one-time deal, the result of spending too much time in my friend's backyard hammock, sans bug spray, on Saturday.

Monday night I spied one. There's at least one mosquito living in my bedroom. I spent about half an hour in hot pursuit, gave up, and watched Lost on DVD. This morning, yet again, my epidermis was reeling and red from last night's assault.

Thankfully, I came into the office this morning, and it was my lucky day - there's a sample of Burt's Bees repellent in our editorial library. Cross your fingers that I'll wake up tomorrow with no new bites...

-Toshio...off to apply some calamine lotion... Read the full post... 
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I try to stay away from energy drinks. One cup of coffee is enough to give me the jitters - but add taurine, guarana, and some other ingredients that are a bitch to pronounce to the mix, and you've got a Toshio who's high as a kite until the horrible comedown hits.

Which is why I stick to green tea as my afternoon upper. But if you're an energy drink junkie, I recommend Kaboom or Steaz from a taste perspective. I only wish they'd been around four years ago to make all the Jager bombs I drank in college slightly more palatable.

-Toshio...off to score some green tea... Read the full post... 
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