Skip Loves Tai Shan

Due to my recently resuscitated cold-flu hybrid I've been a little slow on the uptake and very slow to realize the gem of a blog entry sitting in my email inbox. So, this is kind of old news, but I promise you have never seen anything as adorable in your entire life as Tai Shan, the 16-week old panda, learning to walk...

Melancholy Skip

Today is a very sad day. This moment is heavy with bereavement and pregnant with deferential pause because this morning Chris Whitley died. He was one of my most beloved musicians, so incredibly and uniquely talented blending Blues and Jazz and Rock into mellifluous and saddening songs consuming you in their prose.

I shall play 'Serve You' in his honor.

Ingenuity

For several years now I have been boycotting the Google Search (and most things Google to tell you the truth...gmail be damned), partly because I enjoy being non-conformist--that episode with the Uggs was a temporary lapse in judgement--and mostly as a personal show of solidarity (long story). I have been loyal to Yahoo! Search instead and, frankly, find it quite lovely and perfectly adequate for my world wide web-searching needs.

Until now.

I am at a cross-roads in my arbitrary abolishment of Googledom for they have created the most ingenious Google SMS search. This is pure gold, people! A value-add invention that makes it possible to essentially text message 'information' while at the same time putting a nail in the coffin of costly calls to 411 (and my arch-nemisis, SBC). You simply text G-O-O-G-L-E (466453) what you would like to know, local business listings, movie times, weather, etc. and it immediately texts you back locations, phone numbers, times and temperatures.

Eeeeeks! I love it!

Live from NYC

Oh. My.

It's finally here.

Forget my most recently developed obsession with New York, I'm heading to India for the Candybar RAZR (otherwise known as the SLVR for those gadget dorks like myself).

Skip Stays Warm

Anyone who has been around me for more than a few hours can attest to my faulty internal heating system. Regardless of the outside temperature, I am some level of cold (typically a touch to my nose will give away the severity of the condition). As a result, I must bulk up in my office with heavy sweaters and furry coats eliciting stares from Gap Cafe cashiers and my chic meeting mates.

But, Friends! No more will I suffer the cold in such an unfashionable way! Thanks to some clever Japanese (men, no doubt) I can subtly warm my core with the Warmbiz Bra. Brilliant.

PS- It's also eco-friendly!

Sweatsedo

I truly wish I were the person to have created the 'Sweatsedo; the Tuxedo of Sweatsuits.' It is amazing. Now you too can dress like K-Fed or, more impressively, Ali G in the Doo Doo Hoodie embroidered with your very own narcissistic moniker.

Mine will read 'Button.'

At Sweatsedo.

Signs of Greatness

Only in a country as great as the United States can you have stamps made with your face on them.

At Zazzle.

Skip Knows a Guy

This is my neighbor, Jason. He grew a moustache so that he could wear this wig and be that guy.

How is he not the coolest person ever?

Sentimental Skip

Being single probably makes me ill-equipped to comment on marriage (and divorce). However, ignorance has never stopped me from forcing my opinions in the past so I'm not sure why I would stop now.

I don't presume that many people get married with the intent of getting divorced (unless they really like getting presents, but that seems quite an expensive way to get a waffle-maker and crystal wine goblets). Yet, as misanthropists among us like to opine about 50% of these marriages, even romantics must admit that some couples just don't make it through the battle...they just battle.

For those folks they can find some anger relief by melting down their wedding ring into a bullet.

Seriously. Goddammo.

I'm not sure who decided this would provide the ultimate revanche, but I'm a little disturbed by the sentiment.

Happy Birthday

...to us!

Barndivine

I cannot stress enough the urgency with which you must bound to the restaurant Barndiva in Healdsburg, CA.

Last Sunday I had the incomparable pleasure to lounge lazily at the restaurant; sipping champagne and dining on delicious food in the amber sun, chatting with the dearest people in the world to me, my Fabs and Edward, and all the while being entertained and doted on by owner, Lukka. Everything about the experience was perfect; the moment crystallized in my mind as four matchless hours to be extracted from my life and bronzed (perhaps minus the feeling of being about to burst from overconsumption).

I will be returning this weekend.