Author Archives: didofoot
Things to do in London when you are on vacation and have purchased the perfect pair of comfortable boots to walk around in (you hope)
Now is the time of the impending trip when we realize just how many articles we foolishly signed up to write, to edit, and to assign before we go and we panic a little and start frantically setting up our phone interviews and then we give up and blog instead. Let’s stop focusing on the … Continue reading
The good, the bad, the Bebe
I recently bought a trench coat from Bebe.com. Online it was a gorgeous, pearlescent turquoise, but in person it was a matte green. It looked like the uniform of a policeman in the Emerald City. I elected to return it to the downtown store rather than paying shipping fees to return it by mail. According … Continue reading
Arabian Nights
I’ve always loved the story of Scheherazade, who told stories to save her own life. (I guess every writer loves this story.) So I was delighted when Michele agreed to go see The Arabian Nights at the Berkeley Rep with me last night. Part of my fascination with these stories is the florid way the … Continue reading
Greatest
Kris: [Walks into living room.] Whatcha doin’? Gene: Nothing. [Googles “kristen larson is the greatest.”] Kris: [Grins soppily at him. Glances back at screen.] Wha — !?
Fashion victim
In my recent fashion explorations, I’ve noticed something: you can wear almost anything if you are willing to spend way too much money on it. Designer labels have all kinds of awesomeness that I would totally wear, but if I spent that much money on one item of clothing I would have to stab myself. … Continue reading
Fun in Port Costa
We had Gene’s 30th birthday party at the Warehouse Cafe in Port Costa on Saturday. I had a great time, and learned some things about myself, just like a sitcom character would have. For example: even when not drunk, I will cheerfully talk to just about anyone about my new bra. I also learned I … Continue reading
At 12:01 this morning
The conversation we ought to have had: Gene: Am I not sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate, charming, as kind as I’m handsome and heir to a throne? Kris: You are everything maidens could wish for! The conversation we actually had: Kris: Happy birthday! Gene: Thanks. Kris: Man, I haven’t dated a guy in his thirties … Continue reading
It starts with socks
On Christine’s recommendation, I bought and read The One Hundred: A Guide to the Pieces Every Stylish Woman Must Own. Christine posted a really helpful and entertaining distillation of this and a few other how-to-dress books here, and I’m not going to repeat that. This post is for women like me, who really despise the … Continue reading
Om Shanti Om
This weekend, Michele and I attended a Bollywood film at the Castro called Om Shanti Om, part of the South Asian Film Festival. I don’t know whether you’ve ever seen Bollywood, but for me, this is the pinnacle of filmmaking. The Bollywood films I’ve seen have everything I like — musical numbers, bright colors and … Continue reading
Props
And so the long, spotted career of George W. Bush is ending with a bang, like a leopard’s tail caught in a bear trap. In my neighborhood the parties went on into the wee hours: they blocked off the streets, showed Obama’s speech on an enormous screen, set off fireworks. I’m guessing they had all … Continue reading