Archive for March, 2010

Six of My Must-Haves For Travel

March 29th, 2010

During hardcore travel — long distances, across borders, throughout developing countries, in extreme heat or cold, or any combination of those — I’ve found that having the following items on hand can make the trip a lot more tolerable:

Shiseido Ultimate Sun Protection Lotion SPF 50+ This is a very lightweight liquid that provides great sun protection; it’s highly water- and sweat-resistant and it doesn’t clog pores or sting your eyes. It’s non-sticky and leaves a nice mineral sheen on the skin’s surface, and is a good base for makeup. I use this for my face over moisturizer (and under foundation when I’m wearing makeup), and regular ol’ sunblock from the neck down.

Shiseido Sun Protection Liquid Foundation SPF 42+. A companion to the awesome Sun Protection Lotion (above) from Shiseido’s Suncare line, this foundation offers good, lightweight, long-lasting coverage with an excellent SPF level. It can be used alone or with the above Shiseido lotion for flawless-looking skin that’s fully protected from the sun’s rays.

From my purse: I got both of these in Asia, so the packaging's a bit different.



Lip balm with SPF. Really any lip balm with sun protection is a must, to go in a convenient pocket so you can grab it at any time. The recirculated air in airplanes and airports can be very drying, and if you arrive in hotter or colder climates than you’re used to, you’ll find yourself reapplying it constantly. In my purse right now: Kathryn Nicole’s SPF 15 lip balm.


Your lip balm doesn't have to be fun-looking, but that never hurts.



Extra Strength Tylenol PM. When I’m traveling to another time zone, I like to reset my body clock right off the bat, while I’m in the air — this is a tried-and-true method that cuts down on, or completely prevents, jet lag. As soon as the plane leaves the tarmac I set my watch to the arrival time of wherever I’m headed, and make myself sleep accordingly at the correct hour. There are plenty of sleep aids on the market to achieve this, but my preference is plain ol’ over-the-counter Tylenol PM. It has knocked me out in a wide variety of vehicles (planes, trains, buses, cars, vans), and conditions (too hot, too cold, cramped, smelly, jostling); it keeps me asleep for hours, and the pain relief is a huge bonus during times when you can’t recline very far, have not enough leg room, or are otherwise crammed into an uncomfortable position. Caution: take only if you are prepared to sleep for at least six hours.

My sleep savior. I prefer the vanilla-flavored caplets myself.



Portable extra tote bag. Any little bag that folds up onto itself and clips onto your existing bag will work — to carry items you buy during your travels, to tote anything unexpected you pick up along the way, or to save the day when a strap or zipper on your main bag breaks (which, at some point, will happen). You can get them everywhere; here’s one I carry from SmallSteps that has accompanied me to the ends of the earth and back and has come in handy for all the above scenarios:

Total lifesaver: my trusty clip-on tote, ready to go. Inset: folded up.




Bath and Body Works HandiBac Anti-Bacterial Gel OR Lotion. Hand sanitizer is essential to travel:: you’re going to encounter lots of germs in all the public places and situations you put yourself into. I hate when my hands feel dry, which is why I go for the B&BW products: I like the light moisturizers of the gel, and the lotion is extra rich. I carry one or the other (and sometimes both) — the gel when I’m on the road and really need sanitizing action, or the lotion when I’ve gotten settled and I still want to kill germs without overdrying. Most Bath and Body Works products smell pretty good; I prefer the light and clean Sea Island Cotton scent.

Keep yo hands clean. And smellin' good.

Downtown San Francisco: 6 Rad Things

March 25th, 2010

Today I got to hang out a bit downtown … and spending time in the sunshine, in a cool city, tends to shake me out of a morose phase quite nicely. Woop woop! So, renewed okayness in place, I give you … Six Awesome Things About My Day (Downtown San Fran Edition).

Might as well start off with a bang …Sausage on a Stick, $2 from Golden Gate Meat Co. at the Ferry Building … Following the time-honored tenet about making laws and sausages, I didn’t ask what goes into this, but when asked “spicy or not?” wisely chose the former.

This is seriously the least phallic of all the pictures I took.



The Ferry Plaza has palm trees, Art Deco, and lots of hangout space both natural and man-made.

Palm trees, Ferry Plaza


Art Deco spire lamps in Ferry Plaza



I adore the old-school cable cars and trolleys still in active service, all converging downtown.

Vintage F Line trolley


Trucking along


Cable car and view up California Street



There is also a bunch of very cool public art downtown.

Part of Robert Arneson's Egghead series


The Armand Vaillancourt Fountain, Justin Herman Plaza


La Chiffoniere, Justin Herman Plaza/ Embarcadero Center



I love independent coffee shops, but I’m a fan of Peet’s Coffee and Tea. Sure it’s a chain, but a regional chain that doesn’t quite smack of the Wal-Mart-esque world domination of Starbucks. Two bucks is enough to get you a damn good strong coffee with all the fixins and change for the tip jar.

Market Street Peet's


Triple shot of awesome



Okay, maybe my boots are not native to downtown San Francisco — procured from an insane post-recession-Christmas hella good sale in NYC — but I LOVE THEM, ya heard? Anyway, they have taken me all around downtown quite a bit in the past few weeks, so I’m including them here.

These boots were made for many things. One of them is walking.

“Life changes fast. Life changes in an instant.”

March 23rd, 2010

I wish I could describe my mood of today as “morbidly fascinated,” because I’ve been preoccupied with death, but I’m aware enough to know that “glum and teetering on depression” is more like it.

Part of this is the effect of reading Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking, a memoir about her husband’s sudden death in the midst of their daughter’s serious, and also sudden, health crisis. I’m reading this as guidance for my own book in progress, which also covers the themes of loss and grief. Didion’s “magical thinking” refers to her admittedly irrational belief that her late husband would somehow come back.

This is a characteristic shared by many people in grief, apparently, though I don’t remember feeling this way after life-changing losses of my own. What gets me is Didion’s preoccupation with the days, the hours, the minutes just before her husband’s fatal heart attack. It’s something I’ve dwelled on too: those innocuous moments leading up to the instant in which one’s life is separated into “before” and “after.” These are the mundane details that, when viewed from the other side of the tragedy, seem almost cruel in their normalcy, luring us blithely up to the instant that our lives change forever, not announcing themselves or granting us the courtesy of a little preparation. The way you turned up the radio volume before merging onto the freeway. The newspapers you just gathered and stuffed into the recycle bin when the phone rang. The pot of coffee you put on before sitting down to the computer you share with your spouse.

I’ve been thinking acutely about these moments because a good friend of mine knows this boy, Gunnar Sandberg:

High School Pitcher Critically Injured By Line Drive

He was hit in the head by a fastball traveling 100+ mph, and remains in extremely grave condition. Everyone who knows him — hell, even those of us who don’t — are hoping and praying for his recovery, while acknowledging that any recovery will likely be slow and difficult. And I think about this boy, a great kid by all accounts, going through his regular Thursday. Junior Prom in a week. Classes, locker, lunch. Baseball game after school. First inning. Second inning. And then, with the crack of a bat, life as he knows it has changed irrevocably. His parents, living through an ordeal of proportions I can’t even guess, surely must also be haunted by vivid memories of the last moments of their own lives as they knew it, the very last moments when everything was fine.

These are the first words Joan Didion wrote after her husband died, and the opening to her book: Life changes fast. Life changes in an instant.

Dog Town

March 20th, 2010

Of the nine medium-sized to big cities where I’ve lived, and countless others I’ve visited, three stand out as places where dogs are pretty central to the people and their lifestyle, and subsequently to the overall vibe of the city. Not coincidentally, these are the places I’ve felt most comfortable. This occurred to me today as I stood in downtown San Francisco watching a couple walk by with their long-haired Dachshund trucking along with his back paws in a “mobility cart.”

Have mini-canine-mobility-cart, will travel



Now, San Francisco is not the only place where dog owners spend the time and money to fit a disabled canine with these little specialized carts, but here, nobody really thinks twice about it. Having lived inside and outside the U.S. in places where a paralyzed pet would be “put down,” it was nice to see this lively little guy able to take a brisk walk in what had to be a pricey doggie wheelchair. As I learned in years past from my own Zoom the 3-legged Wonder Dog, disabled dogs are the exact same as regular dogs, just with a more interesting past. And for that reason, they tend to make really good buddies.

After I saw him, I rode the BART train home with a cute shaggy Weston terrier named Marcona (with her owner Natalie) …

Marcona and Natalie board the train at Embarcadero Station



When I first moved to New Orleans in 1993, I immediately gravitated to the “dog levee,” the grassy hill boundary of the Mississippi River at the end of Magazine Street. I chose to live near that levee exclusively and went there all the time with a rotating cast of foster and permanent dogs. New Orleans has tons of other dog parks too, plus public dog bowls, and dog-friendly bars, and restaurants that have outdoor tables and waiters who will sneak your buddy some treats from the kitchen.

The dog levee. Oh, I miss it so. Photo: The Times-Picayune



Buenos Aires was the best dog city I’ve ever encountered — leash laws are minimal, because the dogs in this culture really tend to not need them. Dogs trot along right next to owners, no restraint in place, and never stop to sniff or veer or chase something across the street or bark at other dogs. When the owner goes into a supermarket or restaurant or bar, the dog plunks itself at the entrance next to several other dogs, all untethered, and wait patiently there. No dog fights, no crazy sniffing, no running off.

Tons of dog owners there hire pasea perros, dog walkers who come by, pick up your dog and several others, and walk them for hours through the streets and leafy sidewalks, often stopping to siesta for a while under a shade tree in one of the city’s big parks. You see pasea perros everywhere around Buenos Aires.

One of the many pasea perros in BsAs. Photo: enbuenosaires.com


Dog town = good mojo.

Ferry Building – Farmers’ Market

March 19th, 2010

While we’re in a Ferry Building state of mind, here are some recent snaps. If you didn’t know already, San Francisco’s Ferry Building is home to one of the world’s biggest urban farmer’s markets. Farms from all over the Bay Area show up 3 days a week with organic fruits, veggies and all sorts of awesome products made from them.

Most of these were taken during the Saturday farmers’ market.

Five Delicious Finds in the Ferry Building

March 17th, 2010

If you’re visiting San Francisco, make sure you bring your appetite to its downtown gourmet hub, the Ferry Building. Here are some tasty treats you won’t regret checking out once you get there:

Fried foods-to-go at Delica. This fabulous Japanese deli serves yummy bento boxes and à la carte items, including kaki-age tempura, shrimp cake and potato croquette, fried to a perfect light crunch. My favorite is the kaki-age tempura, a haystack of veggies (burdock, carrots, onions and edamame) and shrimp in a light tempura coating.

Kaki-age Tempura



Mt. Tam triple-cream cheese from Cowgirl Creamery. Even if my cousin weren’t the fabulous Cowgirl herself, Sue Conley, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention their award-winning organic triple-cream Brie. It’s incredibly versatile, pairing well with many varietals of wine — its light, nutty, buttery taste and texture goes beautifully with white wines while its earthiness and depth of flavor pairs nicely with red. I love Mt. Tam with fresh fruit, fruit preserves and hearty wheat or olive-oil crackers. I always thought I could never get tired of Mt. Tam, and lately — having much greater access to cousin Sue — I’ve been testing that theory and have found so far that I’m right.

Mt. Tam cheese. OM NOM NOM




McEvoy Farms
Extra Virgin Olive Oil. I love how light, yet rich and complex is this olive oil, which has strong green undertones that connect well with fresh herbs. I’ve been lucky enough to see and smell the olive trees lining the gorgeous, rolling hills of the McEvoy Ranch just north of San Francisco, and I’m angling for a tour of the place when springtime is in full swing. I’ll keep you posted.

McEvoy olives and olive oil. Photo by Slow Family Online



Béquet Sea Salt Caramels. The Farm Fresh to You store sells these (along with other drool-inducing impulse buys) in bins for 50 cents apiece at the checkout counter. Don’t miss the Celtic Sea Salt and Salt Chocolate caramel chews — silken, buttery caramels punctuated with bursts of salty crunch. The seductive texture and flavor combination will forever make unsalted caramel seem so blah.

When it comes to caramel, sea-salted is the way to go.




Tartlettes from Frog Hollow Farm.
Fruit as at the heart of everything Frog Hollow Farm does, and fresh seasonal preserves go into these light, tart, sweet fresh-baked pastries. These tartlettes are pretty ideal at any time of the day — for breakfast with coffee, for dessert with crème fraîche, or at wine tastings topped with a slice of Mt. Tam cheese (above).

Cherry Tartlettes, OMG, perfect.

Help me, Spidey, for I am fighting the evil Traveling Jones

March 12th, 2010

Whoa. Lots of work this week has kept me from doing my own thing over here at the lohdown, which is both good and bad. It’s a miserable, rainy Friday in the Bay Area — isn’t California supposed to be sunny? — and as I normally do when I get restless and vaguely dissatisfied, I’m checking out airfares.

This is not a good idea, as I have reconciled to the fact that I need to stay in one place like a normal person for a few months, bank some cash, and then I can go abroad again. I know that this plan is the Smart Thing To Do, and yet here I am scanning the Flight Deals pages on my main travel sites. Costa Rica. Peru. Egypt. Germany. Spain. It’s a clandestine activity; I feel like a recovering alcoholic slowly cruising past bars and nightclubs “just to see” what’s up. Is there such thing as a travel sponsor? Someone who can talk me down when I call at 4 a.m., palms sweaty, mouse poised to click “Buy Ticket” for a flight to Barcelona?

Probably not. All my friends with the traveling jones are either on the road, have just returned from somewhere great, or are planning a trip. So, per usual, it’s up to me to talk me down. You’re in a great city. You have friends and family here. You’re building up your clients. It’s about to be springtime in one of the greatest frigging wine countries in the world, right here at your doorstep. Put the mouse down. PUT THE MOUSE DOWN.

I need distractions.

Ah, yes. Here’s a distraction, Self … a merging of two geek weaknesses (geeknesses?), smoove articulate Democrats and superheroes. Both of which may or may not be fictional.

Perhaps Spidey just wants to voice his opinion on health-care reform.

This was clearly drawn before the inauguration … Barack’s gotten a lot grayer since then. But how does Lincoln fit into all this? Wasn’t Peter Parker bitten by the radioactive spider during a decidedly post-Civil War school trip?

We’re just going to ignore the Lincoln aspect of it and plunge into the storyline …

Yeh, it's blurry. You want unblurry? Buy your own, sucka



Here we have Spidey busting up into the Inauguration and revealing that the about-to-be-sworn-in President is an imposter! Time to expose the FauxBama! Was it Spidey sense, or is it the fact that the real Obama would never make that face when there’s a camera around? Or maybe because the Secret Service guy looks more like the real Barack than FauxBama?

Foiled! Is FauxBama really John McCain in blackface?



Don’t be too upset, FauxBama. You would have bounced as soon as the health-care reform hearings were underway, having realized your evil genius pales in comparison to that of Congressional Republicans.

Now we know where he keeps his zoom lens



The fist-bump … a true American greeting, designed to prevent the spread of germs, because who can afford a trip to the doctor?

“Thanks, Spidey! Now I can sally forth with the thankless, frustrating, possibly politically suicidal Bataan Death March that is the Road to Health Care Reform!”

Who doesn’t love a happy ending?

Maryland in Winter

March 4th, 2010

Some photos taken February at Rock Creek Park bordering Maryland and Washington DC, and in Ocean City, MD. Photos were snapped during and after severe winter storms of 2010.